Summary: you're jealous of your boyfriend's hard earned body. Mostly his ass though.
Cw: Slightly suggestive but no smut! Reader is a pervert. (Dick likes it when you're mean, loves ur attention)
Fem! Reader
Small blurb I made and wanted to finish before getting back on asks!
Note: established relationship! All jokes!
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"Harlot."
You spat out with a false bitterness. You were currently at the gym with Dick. He wore a black tank top that hugged his upper figure like a wrapper on candy, and some regular gym shorts that did immense favors for his buttocks. (perhaps it was his ass in general. Either way, not fair.)
"huh? Wha..what did you say?"
Dick laughed, a panted laugh as leaped out from the bars with an effortless flip.
Show off.
you rolled your eyes, scoffing. You weren't jealous. Not at all, I mean it was a private gym where you and Dick often worked out.
And goodness, you were sweating for an entirely different reason. How couldn't you? With that himbo of a man in your clutches? You love him, truly.
But by the gods, he was made from the seed of temptations. Sure, maybe it's genetic, but you can't deny how good he worked for his body.
You were jealous of Him.
"Oh?, Why don't you keep looking at me some more pretty girl"
He sent those evil pearly white teeth to send you a smile. A smile of deception. What an evil man Dick Grayson was. Teasing his poor girlfriend like this.
He better pay for your damn funeral. With the engravings on your stone being 'death by an incredibly sexy hunk of a boyfriend'.
He looked perfect even SWEATING. just running Down his neck, face and chest like an apple on a tree. You bit your lip and tried to keep looking away.
He was a temptation the average man and woman was never meant to face.
"Cmon pretty girl, look at me. I can't handle you having your eyes off me any longer."
Dick pouted, he didn't use his hands to turn your chin to make you look at him. Oh no, he simply leaned down to meet your face, chasing your eyes with his face. A teasing grin visible.
"away from me you freak." You grumbled. Arms crossed, sweat cascaded down the swell of your chest and neck.
Dick could feel himself grumble back, with a whiny needy tone. Different from yours.
°—•
SMACK!
"Ack!"
You couldn't help yourself. What's he doin' out here? In YOUR kitchen, with all that ass?
Fucking strumpet. That's what he is.
"your fault for walking around like that around me."
"Wow babe, you really don't hold back.."
Dick winced, about to palm his ass to soothe the echoing pain of your assault on his ass.
You, however.
Were faster, Wally would've seethed in jealousy from how fast you palmed your boyfriend's ass.
"Shh..just let me treat you like the floozy you are darlin', Mama's here."
You giggled, palming his butt.
Dick sighed.
"well, just because you got me..—"
SMACK!
"Eek! DICK!"
His hand met your butt back with an extra amount of force than yours did with his.
"It's only fair babe!" He laughed
His hand now palming your ass.
"mm..you jackass, it's only okay when I do it"
"Well, you should know. I'm all about balancing the scales. Pretty much why I never fall"
He then proceeded to lift you by both cheeks and onto his shoulder.
"Dick—!"
He smacked your bum lightly.
"ah ah, you started it! Now we're both gonna make somethin' else clap." He snickered. Walking over to your shared bedroom.
°—•
"woah nice ass.."
"you must not lust in your heart—! Holy crap you're right.."
Your eye twitched. Hearing different women comment on your boyfriends ass while you were literally right next to him never fails to send you into a bad mood.
"oh cmon, babe ignore them."
"how about you get lipo on your ass please."
Dick gasped dramatically.
"MY hard earned butt getting lipo?! That's like taking away the bat sign away from batmans suit! You're practically asking me to take away my trademark!"
"I love you, i really do."
You gripped his ass.
"but If you don't start wearing baggy pants in public around me, and women keep complimenting your butt in front of me. I'm gonna hold your ass like this each time."
".. What if I like it—"
"Dick."
"okay!okay! I'm kidding..or am I?"
You rolled your eyes.
"Shut up before I take away your oral privileges."
i love your damian wayne one sided rival thing !! random idea, what if in a part 2 reader is like.. sad or not in school for whatever reason, and damien finally softens nd realises something is up? or he gets annoyed on a bad day and finally like, yells at them to fuck off or something, and reader doesfuck off.. idk, i’m a sucker for this trope, your writing is amazing!
Hmmmm..I honestly think i MIGHT input smth like this into prt 2 but I think this would be better off as a like an extra scenario considering I do have a different pathway for the original one. But, i will definitely think about it more if i'll implement it or not. If i will, i promise i'll tag ya !
Idia shroud x reader who is an otaku like him, but she's BEAUTIFUL like Vil level beautiful, super smart and creates Rick type inventions. (She larps being a loser. She acts like one, yeah, but she's so good at things it makes her look stupid when she says that)
Like
Reader: I'm so lame, I can't even look anyone I the eye...
Idia:Wha-!?
(This sounds way too much like a Mary Sue 😭)
Omg dw I TOTALLY GET WHERE UR COMING FROM!! (Note i don't watch rick n morty so forgive me, im interpreting based on my own searches)
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Transcending the game
Idia Shroud x otaku! Glamorous! Reader
Pre-relationship, Idia is slightly ooc.
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"I'm such a damn chud"
You said through the voice call. Idia and you had been gaming for hours and you felt as if you were practically melting into the screen. Causing you to speak aloud such absurdities.
"what. Are you talking about. Bro I'M a chud. You're about close to being on the cover of a magazine compared to me!"
He argued, astonished that you—of all people, YOU are calling yourself a chud. Are you blindly unaware how many guys would KILL to even talk to you?
The guys in class are practically scared to talk to you in fear of rejection, yet your excuse is—
"oh, they probably think I'm ugly as shit."
Pardon? You say that while having a glow that could light up the entire underworld.
Well yes, you are blind (not in a literal sense, but social sense). You damn well could be in the big leagues where Neige and Vil stand and still deny how attractive you are.
It didn't help that along with your beauty, you are a technical genius—Idia guessed you would probably either be on par or rival him.
"[✿] how the hell did you get cable? I thought you didn't get paid enough to afford it..?"
"oh i made it!"
"... WITH WHAT TOOLS?, this looks expensive!?"
"eh, i picked up a few scraps and bought a few from sam's shop"
You held a remote. Bet you made that too. And..STREAMING SERVICES? HOW? FROM PARALLEL REALITIES?!
Idia was impressed, but confused that if you were so skilled. Couldn't you just make an invention to send you back home?
To that, you replied —
"Yeah, I do have a gadget for that but it only sends me to different realities instead of my main world. So, I'm placing my trust in the bird man as a last resort."
Oh great, cause honestly. Idia didn't really want you to go, sure he may talk to you normally ..almost most of the time.
But internally he would find himself panicking about the right things to day to you.
Crap what dialogue is best?!
What if I'm quiet for too long and she thinks I'm a creepy loser?! -200 rep points..
Sevens she's too OP! how the hell can my 5-100 charisma stats compete!!??
Honestly he found himself lucky that you even bothered to talk—much less, HANGOUT with him. You were a beauty and a genius.
Despite all that, he couldn't comprehend how YOU found yourself below average?
"Crap, i look hideous more so than usual don't I? I knew I shouldn't have changed my make up today.." you cowered your head down, flustered at the gazes of different boys in the halls.
Unaware, their gazes were completely awestruck.
"Man I wish I had the guts to talk to her..!" A beastman stated.
"oh wow.." A Heartslabyul student stared in awe.
"how come that shut-in dork gets her attention..?" One student stated, staring in just as much awe but jealousy.
"pity, she wouldve been perfect in Pomfiore." A Pomfiore student sighed. (Vil would've agreed.)
Ever since you were introduced, at first, students thought you were a pretty boy—minutes to find out you were a pretty girl instead.
Much less, minutes before figuring out you were a girl. Most thought you would've been sorted into Pomfiore, only to be found magicless.
It was no doubt in that you wouldve fit in with Pomfiore, yes. Although, Idia believes with your technical skills, you would've been a great asset to Ignihyde.
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You were currently in Idia's room. At first simply playing games, and then proceeded to turn Idia into your lawyer.
"look I have no clue why you keep insisting I'm not as much as bum as you Idia, no offense"
"none taken, at least I'm not LARPING being one!"
"what? Look thanks for trying to cheer me up but—"
"I could literally gather a group of people you don't know and ask if they think you're chopped and all of them would make a statue in your honor."
"Okay, that's just an exaggeration! People literally look at me like I ruined their month.." you pout, insistent on your claim.
"people look at you like you blessed their year. Look really, even IGNIHYDE members stare at you in admiration! Not just because you're only eye droppingly amazing, but because you're an inspiration to them with your inventions.!" He blurted out, his face inched closer to yours, not exactly nose to nose, but to where he could see every detail in your eyes.
You were deeply embarrassed, you've never heard Idia be so honest with you. It was starting to fluster you, considering the fact this man couldn't flirt to save his life.
Idia realized how close you both were, his eyes flickered towards your lips for a mere second before backing up.
"..sorry, I..uhm—" he coughed to clear his voice "just, stop saying stupid stuff."
You blinked.
"..you mean it?"
"I swear on my life"
"better hope you don't die then" you let out a small giggle.
Idia would always be sure to remind you how magnificent you are. Even if you didn't see what he saw.
Could I request Damian Wayne headcanons with f! rival! Reader? The rivalry is completely one-sided on his behalf though and reader is all bubbly and thinks they're the best of friends. Eventually leading Damian to crush on her, hard, even through all the humiliating defeats he's suffered. Even better if reader is not well off in the slightest and just does it for the love of the game :^D
Either academic rivals or a cat and bat kind of rivalry
Hope you keep making more of these, your writing is great <3
AHH THIS IS SO CUTE YES OFC!!
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One-sided academic rivalry!Damian wayne x bubbly-smart! Reader
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True Romance
Say what you will this is true romance! ~♪
Tell me do you view me the same? ~♪
You know you got me! ~♪
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A mild annoyance, Is what you were to Damian. Always trying to initiate conversations with him and offering to 'help' him with work when he didn't ask.
You both sat near the same row of seats, next to a window in the back where sunlight peeked behind the drapes. Often highlighting the wooden desks or Damian's side profile. (At least you had a good view)
Unfortunately for him (and much joy to you), your seats were assigned. He couldn't move even if he wanted to, therefore being stuck with hearing you constantly trying to get his attention or talk about topics he had no interest in.
"Psst!"
He didn't bother in giving you a single response much less of a side eye, he was far too busy looking at his paper, where he scored a 97%. He stared at it, uncaring at first— simply looking over the flaw in his work.
"Damian!"
Hm, there seems to be a lot of flies today. He decided to look over and caught your gleaming eyes.
From there on, Damian felt as if it were now a requirement to wear sunglasses anytime he dared to look at you.
If the light of the sun that culminated from the window beside his desk didn't blind him, your smile alone would do the job.
It was unbearable to look at.
"Dami, look! I scored a 100%!"
This time he wasn't staring at your disgustingly bright face that glimmered with happiness, making him look comparable to a glooming sloth.
"Do you expect me to leap for joy in your honor?"
"hmm your acknowledgement is enough for me!" You let out a soft giggle.
His eyes locked onto that large red mark with a 100%. At first he didn't care, So what? He made a one time mistake. It'll take more than a measley 97% to drag him down.
Until it did, and he was stuck—one score below you.
It must've been fate's cruelest joke in making him have almost each class with you. Almost Every single time. Yet It was just when in every single class, he was seated next to you.
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You noticed the pattern, you were ecstatic to say the least. you liked your gloomy next door! well..desk.
You found yourself always prodding at his work.
"woah..i finished that question earlier! Need help?" Unknowingly to you, this irked Damian.
You wanted to help him out! You knew he was smart but it was a great excuse to get closer to him.
"I'm perfectly capable of solving this on my own [✿]"
Sure, he can be a tad bit cold at times, but that was the charm! You really liked Damian, ever since your transfer from your previous public school, you managed to get here through a letter of recommendation.
As long as you kept up with your grades, you were permitted to study at such a prestigious school such as Gotham Academy. Even if your social standing here was practically 0%, you never let it bring you down.
You spent a good first half of the semester focused on your studies, occasionally chatting with the second social outcast.
Initally, you were a bit intimidated. You figured Damian would've been quite popular since he was Bruce Wayne's son and more so a Genius.
You were dumbfounded to see that most students avoided him. Considering most people didn't want to be friends with the poor girl, you figured you would shoot your shot in befriending Damian.
You understood that some people simply didn't mind being alone, maybe that was his case considering he didn't mind being on his own—but it also doesn't hurt to try every now and then to chat with someone, even if it was a short conversation.
So then, your 'trying to slowly befriend Damian Wayne' mission was ongoing. You'd sometimes comment on some questions you were stuck on, and even ask Damian's opinion on it and he would often respond —
"It's nothing too arduous, perhaps you should guess."
He would respond with an undertone that was condescending.
You came to the conclusion he was teasing. Therefore, you may or may have slightly lacked a bit when knowing someone was being rude.
"ha, Seems you got this in the bag then!
Even if you did catch onto his backhanded remarks, you always responded in kind.
Maybe he was having a bad day? You shrugged it off and proceeded to give him a small silly drawing of him and you as little cats to try and cheer him up.
He ignores you? Yeah you get it, some days you're simply too tired and you leave it at that. You could always talk to him some other time!
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"Hey Dami!"
"Look at this Dami!"
"psst Dami!"
Damian hated that god forsaken nickname you had given him. Always bothering him. The best he could do was send you a look that spoke on many levels of 'shut your mouth and focus'. Meanwhile you would only send him a fat grin and pull up a small doodle you made of him drawn as a cat.
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You have been promoted to minor annoyance to constant migraine.
Even so, despite of you constantly favoring the art of vexation. Damian had to admit. You were—
"Exceptional."
You blinked.
Did.. Damian just compliment you? It was a shock even for you. That shock didn't last long as you let out a large smile.
"Really?"
Damian paused. He really hadn't meant to say that aloud enough for you to hear. He never does that. He never slips up. So why now?
"no, i was joking."
You blinked..you felt a hum leap out from your throat.
"pf..-pfft! Hehe! Wow—I didn't know you were so funny, You were so serious, i couldn't tell you were joking!" You said, trying to stifle your laughter.
Why were you laughing. That was an insult.
Damian for once had been embarrassed, he kept his head forward to the board. He felt stiff. He knew if he looked to his side, you would still be looking at him. Have you no shame woman?
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What a pain you are. No matter what he does he always manages to be one step below you. He doesn't care for social status, he already knew he was the best of the best.
Why does he want to prove himself now?
"Man that random poor girl managed to pull one over on wayne.."
"yeah! She's on top of the scoreboard.!"
No. He doesn't want to prove to others how much better he is. He wants you to see how better he is.
Damian cares very little about your lack of wealth. However he never lied about how exceptional you are academically.
That is what irks him. How you mostly fool around yet somehow score higher than he does!
Damian has always been disciplined. From birth to now. Supposedly it is his best and worst trait. He finds himself.. befuddled. How is it that you—with so little discipline. Managed to be better than he was?
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You found yourself conflicted at the moment. You were in the library studying during lunch. having a slight problem with a certain math question. You barely even moved your pen, your leg bouncing our of sheer anxiety.
You then heard a chair slide over next to you.
"Damian?"
He placed his work books and notes beside you.
"This area is for more quiet. The other students come in here to chat more than study"
You blinked at him before smling
"Well I certainly appreciate the company!"
"I promise you this will only be a one time occurrence."
"uh huh? And you totally don't like my presence?" you chuckled
"I have no reason to like it."
"well, i can certainly name a few!"
Your earlier anxiety had been forgotten. Damian's presence alone had managed to clear up to air. Even if he wasn't a chatter box like you. He listened, you could tell when he did even if he seemed annoyed.
"Oh please, amuse me."
Damian rolled his pretty green eyes. Only showing a small faint smile. As if the thought of you having any sort of redeeming qualities was something humorous to him.
You never noticed how green it was. They were really pretty.
"Pardon?"
You froze.
"oh uhm..see! My charisma is definitely a good quality since I complimented your eyes!"
Yeah great save you dunce.
Your cheeks were getting warm, your fingers fidget with the ends of your mechanical pencil.
"..you are, exceptional."
You perked up, blinking.
"Despite your social standing, you shine brighter above others."
Your jaw slacked.
"uh-..wow thanks Dami...it means a lot coming from you. I always thought you were pretty cool."
You let out a big smile towards him.
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He really hated your smile. Who do you think you are smiling like that? What gave you the right to make him feel so unguarded. With that candid smile of yours.
Your eyes glistened beautifully, the sunlight that peeked from the window framed you like a painting. A photo would've been too simplified in your case.
Damian felt his heartbeat thump, only a second faster before turning away from you.
He released a small breath, keeping his heart and voice steady.
"tt, focus on your work."
He didn't bother looking up as he held his pen and leered down at his work. But he heard it. Your hearted giggle before speaking.
"Yes sir, I won't be too much of a bother!"
Naturally he would find himself responding with something back handed. Something like—
'You've been a constant bother.'
Or maybe
'A highly impossible task for you.'
He couldn't find the words. Nothing other than—
"hm"
Only a faint hum. It was all he could release, probably the nicest way he could dismiss you. A small hum of approval.
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The days passed in which soon, Damian started viewing you.. differently. He still considered you a formidable foe in academics, yes.
But he found himself enamored with different parts of you. Maybe details others would brush off. It started small.
He noticed whenever you would often scratch your right brow whenever you were thinking hard.
Whenever the room was cold you'd always lick your lips.
You'd yawn constantly, that he already knew. He also could tell you were embarrassed about yawning in public anytime you covered your mouth and blinked around to make sure no one saw.
He did, but you didn't need to know that. He was exceptionally fast in making sure you didn't catch him staring.
you would also refrain from rubbing your eye to not smudge your mascara, no matter how tired you are.
Damian began to talk to you more.
Well, mostly remind you of things.
"tt, stay awake. stop making me remind you."
He glared at you. He was still annoyed at the fact you could likely could be barely half-awake and still out-class his best grade.
He wants you at your best so he can beat you at your best.
"you're doing this wrong."
You perked up, blinking as you reread your work.
"huh? I could have sworn—..oh? Thanks Damian! Yeesh always here to save the day huh?"
Hm yes, He did do that a lot, but that was a secret you didn't need to know.
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Speaking of his other persona. He had a tendancy to..look over you anytime he was on patrols.
Outside of school, he found you in other places. He was no fool to know how dangerous your side of town was.
No, it's not an excuse to see you. He's just patrolling and you happen to be nearby.
He noticed you were unaware you are at times, earbuds plugged in as you walked around. Seriously? You know this is Gotham right? Your either brave or foolish.
Luckily he didn't have to step in, but he kept an eye from afar.
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You were happy Damian talked to you more! He even joined you in the library during lunch most days now!
He calls it 'studying' and that you should be following his steps. Quite frankly, you lost interest in studying as soon as he sat next to you.
There was always something you wanted to talk about. I mean no one bothered you but they didn't exactly try to befriend you either.
It was only natural you would be a radio station to Damian. Rambling about different topics outside of advanced classes.
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Edit note: uhm okay guys. I may have accidentally pressed post when i was trying to edit more in. im so embarrassed rn, it's NO WAY near finished so uhm..unless yall want a part 2, ill get to work..
Fyi I wanted to let yall know I see ur asks and they make me giggle, like awe shucks ur asking content from lil ole me? Also wanted to let u all know i hear and see yall and papa is making progress one thumb at a time🙏.
Mmm..wally west . I miss him the way a widow misses her husband sobbing. I wanna lick his cheek. I love me a man with freckles but my god i have such a weird infatuation with gingers.
Hi!!! I saw you were taking requests, and so I have come to request. I'll only do one for now, but if you want more, I will continue to request >:)
But anyways, could you do a one shot or drabble with Ace? I love reading best friends to lovers with him. Like, pre relationship, he's pining vibes, if that makes sense. Thanks for reading, and I'm excited to see what you do (even if you dont write this lol)
Omg ofc anonnie! I'm a believer in Ace being a pin dart. Genuinely hes such a cutie pie i hate him so much ☹️ i made it a bit for and put in some small little headcanons!
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Pinning! Ace x gn!reader
Note! Pre-relationship headcanons, Best friends to lovers, he's an idiot and doesn't know how to express his love for u !
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♡Pinning! Ace knew he liked you whenever you would sometimes encourage his mischievous ideas, even though most of the time you would keep him in check.
"hah! I knew you had a fun bone somewhere in you! Now cmon, i have the perfect prank for riddle—!"
♡Pinning! Ace found himself noticing small details about your features. He wouldn't think about it during your hangouts. But as soon as he hits his bed. He really starts thinking.
"ugh—stupid, stupid stop thinking of them!..they don't even look that good."
♡Pinning! Ace knew he was deep in as soon as he found himself thinking about you after things got quiet. Anytime he was alone, or even sleeping in class.
"..damn you, Must've vexxed me or something." He grumbled in his arms. Laying on his desk, hiding his flustered expression
♡Pinning! Ace who teases you every chance he gets anytime you ask if you look good on certain days. Yet he always finds himself staring anytime you look too good.(He's embarrassed and finds it sappy)
"seriously? You look the same like always, just hurry up or else I'll ditch ya!" He said as he faced away from you. His ears were piercing red.
♡Pinning! Ace finds himself looking into the mirror more often. Making sure he looks tidy but not too good-boy tidy. He wants to make sure he looks attractive every second you're with him. (Pomfiore is calling)
"okay..maybe unbutton a few..? Okay—this should be good! Heh, no doubt they'll be fawning for me in no time!"
♡Pinning! Ace always stares at you whenever you sleep during sleepovers. Not in a creepy way of course! (His words ofc) But, because be wants to draw an ugly doodle on your face when you wake up! Totally not because he thinks you look cute sleeping.
"I wasn't staring..! But..maybe you should go check in the mirror." He snickered, hiding a marker behind his back.
♡Pinning! Ace always finds a way to undermine others anytime you compliment them. You think epel has a great voice? Well he's short. You think Deuce has great stamina when running? Well he thinks unfertilized eggs actually have baby chicks in them. You think jack has great muscles? Ace is way funnier than him at least!
"these guys are nothin' compared to me! You haven't even seen the full extent as to how much cooler I am!"
♡Pinning! Ace will always find a way to try and keep your attention on him. Even if it's just you scolding him! He really can't help himself. Everyday he's jealous grim gets to spend most of his time with you. So any semblance of attention from you is like water to his desert.
"tch, mangy raccoon stealing their attention constantly..go dig in a garbage can.." he muttered to himself
♡Pinning! Ace is the type of guy to purposely get you BOTH in trouble so you both have detention together. Then proceed to tease you anytime you complain about him getting you in constant trouble.
"Oh please, you're actin' as if you WOULDN'T want to be stuck in a room with me! Admit it!"
♡Pinning! Ace who easily gets flustered whenever you do compliment him and brushes it off like it's nothing.
"please, I practice almost everyday. Of course I'm good at what I do!" He let out a cocky grin
♡Pinning! Ace always mocks you anytime he manages to fluster you.
"Don't go fallin' for me now, but it's expected. I do have that charm to me" he put on a cocky facade, but internally he was screaming at how he managed to fluster you.
Saw that you wanted requests sooooo, how about idia x reader, and reader gifts idia a handmade plushie of his favorite character, since making plushies is their hobby, I need some fluff please >:))
Anyway have a good day and take care of yourself (≧∇≦)/
Aye aye ‼️‼️
Note: they will have an established relationship!
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A certain some-doll
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❥Handcrafting has been a great hobby you've had on the side lines. It helped you keep you busy anytime you were bored or whenever you saw something cute but couldn't afford it.
❥Overtime, that simple hobby had delved into many different creations of fictional characters from your world. Since most of the time you didn't want to bother spending money on their merchandise, why not simply create them from your own craft?
❥In that same time, you gradually grew better in sewing, stitching, and creating your own non-marketable plushies. (You don't think you could keep up even if you did sellout.)
❥Upon transporting to Twisted Wonderland, you hadn't touched that hobby in a long while considering the threadings and tools costed a good amount of thaumarks. Only sevens know how "generous" Crowley could be.
❥And so you saved, enough not to cut Grims supply of tuna and enough to keep enough thaumarks for necessities.
❥Why were you eager this time around to get tools for your hobby? Well, you wanted to spoil your boyfriend! Despite his shy demeanor initially, he can be sweet even when he doesn't realize it.
❥Idia was caring to you in his own shy yet impulsive way. Always helping you out with Ramshackle anytime Crowley would be stingy with your allowance.
❥Idia was relatively smart too! During times you struggled with certain topics, he'd be there to help you out. He may be a shut in, but in no way was he dumb! What kind of partner would he be if he didn't help out his precious partner? He didn't feel obligated to, he WANTED to.
❥Thats what you like about him, even if you stubbornly insisted you can manage. Idia always found a way to subtly help you and not take credit.
"Just sleepover my place..I—wanna hang out..and stuff. Oh-! And Bring cute wittle grimmy~ neyhehe!" Totally not because it was going to rain hard and it was a great excuse to see Grim again. (He loves you both, what can he say?
❥ Moral of the story, you wanted to repay him back! After the times he took care and doted on you. You wanted to create something he liked!
❥ As soon as you got the frabrics and tools you needed. You immediately got to work, having a computer open (cough provided by idia under the guise he wanted to play games with you but also to help with school work..cough.) of Ai from Sled Over Heels.
❥ you carefully treaded carefully over the threading, and create her iconic clothes as shown from the front and back. You wouldn't dare miss out on a single detail. Although this was a simple hobby, you were also a perfectionist in making sure you got every detail right.
❥ After long hours of stuffing and threading, you were at last finished and sighed. Long forgotten to have eaten. You placed the little doll on your bed and went to get some grub. Along with texting Idia back on the messages you missed.
ShroudCloud🖤 : Hoi.
ShroudCloud 🖤: Looking for hot e-kitten to play duos w me 👀
ShroudCloud 🖤: plz. Muscle Red isn't online.
ShroudCloud 🖤: qnd I mised yoi
ShroudCloud 🖤:you*
ShroudCloud 🖤: ples tell me ur not ignoring me on purpose
ShroudCloud 🖤: it would break MY HARTT 💔
You rolled your eyes at his message, typical of him to come to the worst conclusions.
[✿ ]: calm down dimwit I'm still here and breathing. I was doing smth.
ShroudCloud 🖤: oh my god my beautiful, gorgeous, respectful, eye-catching, humble, amazing, spectacular [✿]!!
ShroudCloud 🖤: I missed you so much please never leave me alone in this cold cruel world again please.
[✿]: sybau, i missed u too. I was gonna ask if I could come over tmr after class?
ShroudCloud 🖤: my amazing, wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful, eye-catching, humble, respectful, loving, bestest, honest, funny, dependable, astounding, astonishing lover wants to visit Little ole me?
[✿]: yes hunny, now hurry up and answer I'm getting sleepy.
ShroudCloud 🖤: awe shucks i wanted to play duos..but yes id love to have u over tmr. I miss u.
[✿]: I miss you too, ill be over after class k? AND GO THE HELL TO SLEEP?
ShroudCloud 🖤: Eye promise, eye will. 👀
[✿]: I won't come over if u don't get ur Hrs of sleep in.
ShroudCloud 🖤: I'm feeling SO sleepy rn. Mimimimi sweet dreams yawn yawn. Dreaming of my gorgeous partner. 💤😪😴🛌🥱
you hearted his message. And got ready for bed. Putting the doll carefully on your desk so Grim doesn't get his fur on the doll. (Not that Idia would mind).
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Knock knock
"Password" a low soft voice let out.
"it's me"
"The man behind the slaughter..?"
"Idia don't test me, I WILL leave."
"Coming! Please don't go..!"
You let out a small victorious grin, he really couldn't get enough of you.
You had your bag slinged on your arm, the little Ai doll you made rested in your bag like a bear in hibernation. Idia unlocked the door, normally he'd only unlock it, but for you. He'd always greet you at the door.
As soon as he opened the door, you stepped inside and pecked him on the cheek.
"Atta boy"
He let out a small noise that could be compared to a whiny puppy
"Don't do that, I'm easy!"
"i know, that's why I did it"
"you're evil. Can't even give your poor sensitive boyfriend a break.."
He held a pout on his lips, his cheeks were warm and the light pink tips of his hair light up.
Yeah, he liked it when you teased him.
"Evil? Me? After I worked sooo hard making you a gift, I put blood, sweat, and tears into?"
Idia lit up at the word 'gift' his eyes widened slightly. Before pointing at himself.
"me? Gift?"
"yes, you. Pretty boy"
His mouth was agape, he didn't exactly know how to respond. 'what gift?' 'pretty boy?' 'ME?'
You giggled at his reaction, before digging in your bag and pulling out the little Ai doll.
"Ta-da."
Idia immediately shrieked.
"Oh my seven! It's an Ai plushie?! How—did you buy this?! I never saw this one on sale! How did you get it? Do you know people from the other sid—!"
He rambled before you cut him off.
"Idia! I made it"
Dun-Dun-DUUUUUNNN!!??
"No way?! This looks so.. official?! Holy hell, my lover is so talented oh my sevens, how did I get so lucky, did I mention that I love you—"
Idia was freaking himself out, letting out a large gasp.
"I said the L-word..."
"could've said lesbians"
"I..crap was that too fast? I'm sorry I'm just so happy you made this for me—!"
"Idia"
"yes..?"
"I love you too"
You replied back with a small giggle.
Idia dies happy with the Ai plushie in his hands.
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"sooo..does this mean there's more to come or, is this just a one time thing?"
Both you and Idia had been on his bed, switch on his hand while you held another. The little Ai plush on his lap.
"oh? You wanna exploit me to make you more merch?"
You snickered
"Well ...I suppose I could do some trading! No call it commissions! I'll literally pay for you to make more."
"I dunno, I charge a hefty price"
"shut up and take my money"
"id rather have your lips instead"
"ACK-! YOU CAN'T JUST—..say those types of stuff! You're going to give me a heart attack!"
"oh please you're always a second away from a heart attack"
"your fault for existing"
"oh my boyfriend hates me and my very existence"
"No! I mean..you just, make it hard for my heart to settle down! Seriously your charisma stats are so maxxed out! You must be smurfing."
"nope, i swear I have low xp in flirting"
"yeah right! Just..keep those dialogues for me only..okay?"
"only you, I swear on your life" you leaned on his shoulder
"my life?"
"yeah, cause that's how honest I am, I'm brave enough to put it on your life."
"You're cruel"
You giggled.
"but you looovve me!"
He hugged the plushie a bit tighter.
"..mh, yeah I do..always will."
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Omg I actually loved this more than I thought I would.
CW: suggestive themes, making out, Ace lowk d1 yearner (internally), Jealousy, grim is ur no.1 hater and wingman, deuce is there, you're in denial of ur own feelings. mild miscommunication but dumbly resolved, dumb idiots in love, implied underage drinking (yes they're gonna be THOSE types of teens bc i imagine ace as the type to try and drinking early bc it looks fun), they won't be TOO irresponsible, probably OOC but fuck it we ball!!, reader will not be called yuu.
Extra note!! I may have horrid writing but I'm absolutely open to criticism (keep it sweet though bc im a sensitive ho </3)
Summary: Ace hates you, he thinks you're secretly a witch that made him all soft. How else would it explain when he felt uneasy seeing you all sappy with Jack? He shouldn't care, you're just friends!..who made out, plenty of times..I mean, technically that means you're both something? Even if you both never stated it.
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❥ "when she talks, I listen."
❥ "to feel her touch, it's almost impossible to hold still"
❥"oh my god I like her"
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The first time you encountered Ace Trappola when you were transported to Twisted Wonderland, you thought he was a bastard.
An asshole. But nonetheless cute.
I mean, the guy insulted your very existence for being magic-less. sure,grim did the same thing in a way, but he's excused because he's a pretty cute kitty raccoon (or whatever he is).
Yet as your tenures at NCR continued, meeting new people, overcoming overblots and reassuring yourself that you could keep dealing with all this magical bullshit.
You became close to Ace, your other friends too of course—you got to know them better and you love and care deeply for them.
But Ace, was your second friend (first being grim) with every hardship, your bond with one another Grew closer and stronger.
You found yourself..interested. Imagining how it would "be" to have the Ace Trappola boyfriend experience.
But no, I mean. It's common to have certain thoughts of imagining a relationship with someone you're close to, Right?
It's Harmless! It's not like there's going to be an instance where you both do something NOT platonic and lead into senseless romantic feelings—
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It was, intense. Ramshackle was a perfect hangout and hideout.
Ace wasn't in trouble this time. with enough begging to Trey, he managed to get permission to have a sleep over at ramshackle.
At the cost of Deuce joining in to make sure Ace is in check.
Well.
Sort of.
Ace had SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, managed to sneak booze into this hangout. And Although Deuce had panicked.Ace had managed to make sweet ole Deuce calm down.
"Cmon! Just loosen up Deucey! It's ramshackle and at night. Everyone else is likely asleep by now!"
You shrugged "Yeah, plus I don't mind. I mean this place has been abandoned for so long it wouldn't be surprising if there were a few bottles lying around."
Ace butted in "See?! A great excuse in case we are caught, we can just say they were 'laying around'"
Ace took a fat gulp before handing some over to you.
You accept and took a small sip, the fizzy drink was still cold and ran down your throat.
"Whatever, just ONE small swig is all I'm taking." Deuce crossed his arms.
"Atta boy Deucey!" Ace laughed as he snatched the bottle back, giving some over to Deuce.
Deuce took a large gulp. One hell of a 'small swig' he didn't even struggle with the aftertaste.
"I..have a feeling you've done this before." You released a small laugh, pointing out Deuces endurance for alcohol.
He flushed immediately. "Well-! I-!..ugh, I..may have drank a few back then in middle school.."
Both you and Ace had snickered at Deuces admission.
The night had gone on, Deuce had then been egged on by Ace to show off his endurance of alcohol intake.
Resulting in Deuce passing out. Grim had passed out earlier into the night.
You were not about to allow grim to drink after eating those damn blot stones. Much less let him drink at all (who knows what would happen.)
As of now later into the night, it was now you and Ace. On your bed. You were perched on his lap as he held your waist.
Making out, while Deuce and grim slept in another room you deep cleaned enough for it to be sleep-able in.
Both you and Ace had been rambling on about one another's love life.
He embarrassingly admitted how he didn't exactly go as far.
"Well, wanna practice?"
You were drunk, you drank more than you thought you would.
Yet you felt as if the words that just came out your mouth, were more honest than just a dumb suggestion.
What was the saying again? Drunk words are sober thoughts? Who knows.
All you know, Ace is capturing your lips in his. Both of you, panting heavily with each parting.
"Ah..uhm, crap..Am I..doing good?" He asked.
"Better than expected" you grinned down at him.
Your smile. Ace never understood how enamored he was with it. The way your lips parted.
He never imagined he would be having you in his lap, in this very moment.
Despite the drinking. He never felt more sober, like your kisses were keeping him awake. Reminding him this was real.
He really has you on his lap, on your bed. Kissing.
He couldn't decide if he was sober or drunk. Feeling that your lips on his were making him more intoxicated than the cheap booze he snagged from Sam's shop. (A hidden area he somehow found through the rumors of other students)
He couldn't think, you were both friends, making out.That was all he could grasp in this very moment.
He pulled you in closer, His hands worked naturally around your body. Pulling you closer.
He liked that perfume you always wore. He thought nothing of it anytime he smelt it on you whenever you were hanging out.
It was driving him manic right now. Why? He always smelt it on you, why now? Why is it making him more..clingy.
He never would've expected it. He was obsessed and overwhelmed. Everything you did was making him go dumb.
Your smell, your lips, the way you giggled between his lips, the way your hair was styled, your eyes fluttering open every now and then to make sure he was enjoying himself.
"Ace.."
Oh god, he liked it. Your voice, he hears it so much, during the day when you scold him, insult him, praise him, talking with others, even your hums.
He was starved. How are you doing this? He released a pathetic whine. Please say his name again.
Your lips teased him. You didn't even need to touch him anymore.
"Perfect.." Ace panted.
You might've thought he was calling you a title.
It was simply Ace's incomplete thought.
You are so damn perfect.
Your fingers playing on the strands of his hair. It was you leading the initiative as Ace had his eyes closed, releasing small pants.
It was all he could remember since then.
Your breath on his neck, until he passed out. The booze finally knocked him out.
Plopping onto your bed.
You blinked, before releasing a small giggle. Draping a blanket on his sleeping body.
"night Ace."
You headed into the guest room where Deuce and grim laid. Grim on the couch and Deuce on the bed. You carefully snuggled with Grim.
You simply thought the booze had finally knocked Ace unconscious.
But your lips alone had him passed out.
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Days had long passed, ever since your sleep over.
Ace that day, had woken up with a dirty hangover. Along with even dirtier thoughts.
What the hell happened?
Oh fuck, everything came crashing down on him.
He remembered EVERYTHING.
And since then. He has not been the same internally. He would try to act as normal as he could around you. Mocking you, teasing.
Everything Ace usually did with you.
Why the hell did you brush that day off so easily? How come HE DISTINCTLY remembered every unnerving touch.
He even remembers the hum of your voice in his ear, saying his name. Your lips on his neck.
He never knew you had such a side. It was embarrassing. He was supposed to have YOU like that.
Are you secretly a witch? That must be it?! Right?!
That brain fog he had, it must've been you! You're a temptress!! You- and your pretty face!
Those lips, and that alluring voice that would make sirens seeth in envy..
Your touch..wait.
Nonono!
Hah! You won't get him that easily!
Ace stood immediately slamming his hands on his desk. Classmates looking up at him weirdly.
"Trappola. Since you're so eager to learn by your undying attention. You are assigned pages 243-252. For, homework."
Oh right. He was asleep..and thinking of you.
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"Told you to stay awake, Ace." Deuce teased
"Well, YOU shouldve woken me up, DEUCE." Ace grumbled, holding his book in hand while heading to the cafeteria.
"I am under no obligation to be keeping you awake, I have to focus on my studies too dumbass!"
"Oh please, put a sock in it! We're supposed to be pals! Cmon, remember when I gave you my pencil-"
"After you BROKE mine? And then offered yours?"
"Well, i said I was sorry! Plus it was MY good pencil"
"Ace, just because you handed me 'your good' pencil, doesn't mean I'm obligated to treating you like royalty"
"I wouldve done the same for you!"
Silence engulfed them both
"..okay well-"
"What's up your asses today?"
Ace straightened up immediately. It was you, oh god- wait stop it ace. She's doing it again, don't let her tempt you with her voice-!
"you mean what's up DEUCES ass?" Ace spat out, glaring at deuce.
"oh for fucks sake-" Deuce grumbled
You intervened "Okay lets maybe get lunch first before you explain why Ace is being a pain"
"myaahh! That cut up carrot is always on something" Grim intervened "but yeah! Food first and pissy Ace later!"
Ace looked depleted as neither you or grim took his side (at least he expected it from grim).
"Yeah, better get in early before the seats are taken up" Deuce follows up.
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Ace can't think. At least Deuce or Grim would agree to that statement, following up either "yeah he's too dumb to function" or "carrot top has a single leaf floating up there."
Hell, maybe you would even follow up if he ever got on your nerves. (Which is almost constantly)
And he supposes the 'Leaf in his head' would be you. ..leaves, more likely.
He was starting to notice everything about you. Your face, hair, smell, how you laughed, the annoyed furrow in your brow anytime he irked you.
His heart pounded each time he thought of anything that reminded him of you.
It was disgusting. Irritating, how often he started to think of you. It's been two months now ever since.
Maybe it was just a one time thing? It could be? Must be..? So why is he still dwelling on it now?
Witch.
A pretty witch.
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Since that day with Ace. You found yourself, trying to return things to normal.
I mean for fuck sake, it was ACE. He likely didn't even think much of it.
Your heart pounded.
A small part of you hoped, maybe a little, he might've thought..something of it.
There are times he was around, you'd act..well nonchalant. Never mentioning the day you had him under you.
Panting, his pretty red eyes with gorgeous little light hues. Staring right back up at you, as if he was in front of a dangling star.
By the servens, it was just wishful thinking. Sure you think he's cute..but it's not like, he'd LIKE LIKE you.
This feeling is probably just a one time thing.
Yeah! Like the time you visited him playing basketball..he looked good.
Really good.
He had some muscle to him. Guess it would be a little useless to call him puny.
Knowing him, even if you did call him that. He'd likely show off to prove you wrong.
Flex a bit..oh yeah.
Okay, bad. Bad. No, you are NOT a lustful woman...But he does look good, that basketball does pay off..
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You are a mess.
Grim thought. He noticed how your eyes lingered on Ace anytime he set off to class or whenever he'd pop up in a room with his obnoxious loud voice.
He didn't care.
Until.
His tuna wasn't at dinner tonight.
You were so busy on trying to forget about Ace, you forgot about THEE great Grims TUNA!
this would not stand. How was he supposed to focus on being a great mage if he wasn't fed well enough!?
And so, he planned, and planned.
And even managed to get Deuce to agree easily because even he called out Ace's behavior.
---
"Henchman!"
"Deuce—"
"Same thing! We most bring those two together! And i have a plan as to how to get carrot top to confess to my henchman!"
"Go on .."
---
Okay, this plan was horribly executed. Yet.. effective? Mission failed successfully?
Using jack as bait was ...well something. Deuce invited Ace over to time him on the track.
WHILE jack was also jogging. And you were with him.
---
"GoOd JoB jaCk~" Ace mocked you.
"Whats your deal asswipe!" You grumbled
Ace had been mocking you anytime you complimented Jack on his new set timing. Even handing him water, Ace mocked you there too.
"ooo, jack look at me~!"
"I don't sound like that!"
"Yeah you do!" Ace snickered
"The fuck I don't? You're just jealous because I'm not complimenting you!" You shot back
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Well duh!! Ace was seething inside. Why the hell does Jack get your cheers? You're HIS!...INTERNALLY!
Ace never knew he would get so disgusted hearing your voice. But when its yelling out another mans name, yea, it's like nails on chalkboard.
..you never yell that loud during his basketball games..all jack does is run..i mean..sure he's buff..and tall..and manly.
But Ace plays BASKETBALL.
And.
He liked you first! And harder.
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"God damn it-! Stop cheering for him!"
Shit. He said that out loud.
You blinked at him surprisingly. Both of your hearts beat at the same time.
Fuck it. Ace grumbled as he got off the bleachers and ran off.
You wasted no time to run after him.
"Ace! Wait-"
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"myehehehe~! Sink, Line, and hook'er!" Grin cackled.
"Wow, he totally bailed" Deuce commented.
"The hell was that about..?" Jack muttered. (Best to explain to him later.)
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"Ace-!"
fuck you need to run more, this damn carrot top is too damn fast for you.
You finally held his wrist
He refused to turn to you. His ears were red. He could hear his own heart beat thump. His slip up, and your hand holding his wrist.
"Ace, please."
Please don't beg for him, he's a weak boy, Don't say his name.
"Talk to me"
he turned his head around.
Fuck.
Your head was down, only slightly, but your eyes were locked on his. And he couldn't ignore how desperate you looked.
You were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. And here you were, gazing up at him like he mattered.
His heartbeat was thumping so fast it could pop out of his chest.
He grumbled and pulled you into an empty classroom.
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This is.. awkward.
Cough
"So—"
"So—"
You both blinked
"You can go first—"
"no, you can go first"
..
"Stop—"
"you stop."
"ACE!"
"Okay! Okay! Fine.. I'll talk first"
"I guess.." Ace started "I didn't like seeing you cheer on jack." His eyes observed each corner of the room, the walls looked nice, the floor was mopped pretty well, anywhere but your eyes.
"Why..?" You muttered. to say the least, you were nervous.
Because it seemed like Ace might've actually cared more than he let on.
"you never cheered for me that way. during my games." Ace scratched his cheek, his brows twitched. Not out of anger but sheer anxiety as to what you would say next.
"those games are loud and well, we were on an empty track."
"oh. Right" Ace blinked. Feeling stupid, again.
You sighed before starting "Ace, I just don't get it. Why, do you care so much? I feel like it's more than just my cheering that you care about."
"I-..god you make this so hard. I really..hate you!" Ace blurted out
"..what?" Your brow furrowed. Before you could respond, Ace continued.
"You're always on my damn mind! And you never seem to get out. Ever since we made out on your bed two months ago." He paused for a moment, carefully deciding his next words carefully. His tone softened.
"You seemed to brush it off as if it didn't matter. I thought, that maybe. I don't know" He ran his fingers through his hair.
You didn't do much but stare at him. Was he really this upset?
"It just pissed me off that you didn't see us as anything more than friends."
"..Ace, I didn't know you felt that way. I never brought it up because, I thought you didn't see me..that way"
A spark had been lit between you both, silence grew as Ace finally met your eyes. The eyes he adored so. The same eyes that glared at him anytime he acted up. And the same ones that softened, looking down on him when he had you in his arms that night.
"Crap..we are— really dumb" Ace huffed out a small laugh.
"Well, mostly you" you followed along with a giggle
"oh yeah? Well, technically you confessed to me"
"oh no you don't Trappola. You were the one who got jealous"
"It was actually a coy to—"
"Oh here you go again with your half assed excuses"
"uh excuse you! They aren't excuses! Nor are the half assed!"
"Right" you rolled your eyes, did he mention he liked your eyes?
"well, you like my half assed excuses..!"
You let out a small hum as you got closer to him.
"Maybe I do?"
And he's enchanted by you, once more.
You kissed him, right on his lips. While Ace felt himself growing a second heart.
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"Myeahahaha!! It was all part of the great Grims plan!!" Grim chewed happily on his Tuna.
"Yeah yeah, thank you very much oh so great Grim. You managed to get my boyfriend to confess to me"
"Yeahahaha!! You owe me 20 cans of tuna each day!"
"Crowley isn't that generous" You released a small laugh.
Can I get a Jason todd x reader where reader gets attacked by like the joker or something, but instead of being emotional and stuff they're kinda just emotionally stunned? Like shell shock or some kind of trauma induced repression
Thank you kindly ❤️❤️
Yes ofc anonnie AzulGpt is generating prompt!
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Dagger
CW! Mentions of blood, Jason is patient with reader, reader barely talks. Mentions of murder yet not acted on! Mostly written on Jason's thoughts! Might be ooc but i tried writing as accurately as I could!
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Jason had been beyond pissed. The thoughts of killing that clown. He has before, even anytime he was bought up.
Now Joker had gotten to you, his treasure, his world. Jason felt incapable and angry. Never at you, but himself.
He shouldve been there, even if he didn't know, he shouldve acted faster. He should have shot that clown dead as soon as he saw him.
But you were there, numb and unmoving while Jason called out to you repeatedly. Batman in the background beating joker up as his laughs echoed in the warehouse he held you captive in.
You were bruised and bloodied, scratchs and bruises formed on your arms and legs. All you did was breath hard, and slow.
Jason cried for you. Holding you close in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I-..I shouldve been here sooner. Please sweetheart talk to me..tell me your ...alive."
"Jason.." it was all you could muster up, all for him. You couldn't blink. Barely.
It was only today you were waking up beside him smiling and making breakfast. Now barely responding.
--
You were finally discharged from the hospital, treated of your wounds. Not once did Jason leave you, even when you were asleep, he held your hand as he slept beside your bed. Ate beside you, fed you, made sure to not leave you under any circumstances.
You both returned home, it was the same as to when you both had left. When he left, and you were taken.
The blankets on the couch were the same, not a single object had changed. He carried you to bed. Placing you down carefully.
"..tell, anything, whatever you want ill do it." He wasn't going to ask if you were okay, you obviously weren't. He just needed to take care of you. Dismissing his patrols and even reading to you. Despite your lack of speaking.
Jason treaded carefully, he treated you with extreme care. Letting your mind digest everything that went on. It was like staring at himself once more, but you weren't him. He never wanted you to deal with the joker, you were too precious for that.
He never forced you to talk, for once. Jason was the most talkative one. Reading to you, telling you stories about old missions that were silly, nothing gruesome.
And every time, he never fails to remind you. "I'm here, I won't ever leave." He treaded everything around you carefully until you felt ready to talk.
He loved you then, and loves you now.
He is willing to wait as long as he can until you recover.
Could you write jason todd x gn!reader where reader already knows he’s red hood and teases him about it till he finds out they know? 🙏🏾
UGWHSHA yeysysy I love this idea sm!!
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Do you want to know a secret?
I just immediately thought of this song for this specific scenario, ty anon
It wasn't a normal occurrence to find out your lover was actually a vigilante. Yet here you are, in the middle of an alley because it was the fastest route back to your place after a long day of work.
Of course. You are to never forget, how crime was inevitable in Gotham. It was also the reason as to how you managed to find out your boyfriend, was in fact Red Hood.
Red Hood. His red helmet, leather jacket— and well, the whole schtick.
So imagine your surprise when you came across a Red helmet hidden away in the top corner of the closet you shared with your boyfriend.
Ah..okay. that explained the long nights out and his cryptic responses.
It made sense when the one time Red Hood had saved you from getting robbed. His voice sounded eerily familiar.
Jason was Red Hood.
With this information, naturally you would've brought it it up with him, let him know that You know.
Nah.
You spent so many nights worried as to where he may have been, and tired of the half assed excuses.
Why not use this information to your advantage?
--
Today you took a turn to an alleyway, a shortcut to home. The one Jason told you to not take without him.
A few days back you noticed how everyday after work Red Hood would 'subtly' follow you home. So for each time you left work, you took that specific alley Jason told you not to take. Knowing he was watching.
And anytime he came back home, he couldn't scold you. It would blow his cover!
You snickered anytime he would to ask, how your day was. When he really wanted to ask 'why the hell are you taking the alley I said was dangerous?'
---
You started bringing up Red Hood up more during your conversations. Whenever you both were watching a movie that you would usually pick out.
"Jason has anyone ever told you how.. adjacent, you are to Red Hood." You said, tracing imaginary lines on his shirt.
You felt him still, and you held back a grin.
"What? Uh, well..I work out a lot and..move things" Jason was struggling with coming up with an excuse.
"I mean, what..do you think?" He asked softly.
"I think, Red Hood is just a bit more..built."
That had him spiraling.
What do you mean 'MORE BUILT?' that was HIM for fucks sake-! Is he losing his touch? Do you like Red Hood more than Him?
"So, you like him?" He asked, carefully. Hopeful.
You grinned "hmm not as much as NightWing"
That had him jaw drop for only a moment, eyes open and staring down at you.
"Night..wing?"
HIS BROTHER? that circus act!? No way, his lover prefers NIGHTWING?
"whats so good about nightwing, He doesn't exactly seem like your type." He was getting real passive.
"well, I like his suit" you responded, with a soft giggle.
"Red Hoods suit is more tactical. Better for combat."
"I like the cool flips Nightwing does."
"Red Hood does them too, even cooler on a bike too."
"And because I know my boyfriend lied to me about being Red Hood, Nightwing is now my favorite"
"Well—! Wait..what."
He stared down at you in shock.
"What- ah..what are you talking about-"
"Jason. Peter. Todd."
"I-"
You stared at him.
"How, did you know.." he owlishly blinked.
"You left your helmet in OUR closet" You said laughing "way to keep a secret identity"
"Shit, babe- I-"
"Honestly were you not going to tell me?"
"I was!" He said quickly "I just.. didn't want you involved. To worry about me."
"I already did, more so anytime you would give me cryptic responses anytime you came home late! I was honestly thinking the worst" you responded this time in a more scolding tone.
Jason looked guilty.
"I'm sorry, I thought that keeping you out of the loop would keep you safer"
"Jay, I tell you literally everything because I feel safer around you. But..since you lied, it was a great opportunity to tease you" you chuckled.
"So..Nightwing isn't your favorite?" He asked.
"Mmmhh" you pretended to think
"Oh cmon, Sweetheart don't do this to me-"
"I'm Kidding!" You laughed as he held you tighter "I think, Red Hood is much better"
"you mean it right?" His gaze locked on yours, making sure you weren't playing with him this time.
"no one else could ever come above" you pecked his lips.
He held you closer. "Thank god, i might die if I wasn't your favorite.." he said, his face hidden in your neck. Hiding his flustered expression.
