isn’t it romantic?

Cat//18//full-time dick grayson simp//masterlist

[graysonmydarling]

hi quick reminder that the majority of my fics contain content that kids should not be reading as i am 18. so this is me politely asking that anyone under the age of 18 please unfollow me as i feel uncomfortable with the idea of kids viewing this content.

thank you

-cat

[graysonmydarling]

Hi! Can I just say, Prince Charming of Gotham has a special place in my heart ❤️

and I haven't been following you for long (I'm new here lol) but I have a similar amount of written works and I felt bad about it, but your works are so good despite how many there are and thats what's important and reading your stuff was a needed reminder ❤️

hi! thank you, i really loved writing ‘prince charming of gotham’ it’s one of my favourites.

and i’ve only had this blog for about a month lmao so i’m new too. uh not quite sure what you mean by that you feel bad about the amount of written fics you have but i’m glad my work could help you

[graysonmydarling]

acting like that

summary: sometimes you wondered if there was an opposite of a soulmate, if jason todd was made to break your heart.

a/n: inspired by acting like that by yungblud and mgk!!

word count: 1.3k

warnings: angst, light mentions of drinking and sex, swearing, fluff

You only ever saw Jason in the darkness when he’d show up at your door at four in the morning or at midnight after running into him at a friend’s party. Both of these encounters always ended similarly, with his lips attached to your skin as he pulled you into an empty room, his arms pulling your body flush against his. But you’d always wake up to an empty bed and cold sheets, you never saw him in the mornings. No matter what you did or said, it was never enough to make him stay. The fingertip bruises on your hips were the only thing that stopped you from wondering if you’d just imagined the whole thing.

Deep down you knew that you shouldn’t be doing this, that you should stop letting him in, stop answering his late night calls but no matter how hard you tried to stay away, you always caved. Jason Todd was addictive, even when he wasn’t around, he was always in the back of your mind, your skin burning where his hands had been the night before. Sometimes you wondered if he had cast some kind of spell over you, if there was a reason why his eyes were so hypnotising and if that was why you could pick the sound of his voice out in a room full of people. Or maybe he was some sort of creature of the night, a vampire or a demon and that was why he only showed up in the dead of night when every reasonable person should be sleeping. You preferred these theories, they were better than the one that was most probable, that maybe he never let you see him during the day was because he just didn’t love you, that you were just the one he turned to when he couldn’t sleep cause he knew you’d always let him in.

It hurt knowing that he didn’t need you the way you needed him but you were in too deep now, even if he did make you wonder if there was an opposite of a soulmate, if he was just made to break your heart. 

Another morning of waking up alone to empty sheets, you knew he wasn’t there but that didn’t stop your hands from subconsciously reaching across the bed, searching for his warmth. Your fingers brushing over what felt like paper instead of the body they were looking for. You frowned, sitting up as your fingers closed around the note. He never usually left anything, usually just up and leaving like he had never been there in the first place. The disappointment set in as you read over the three words printed on the paper, “See you tonight.” You scrunched up the note, throwing it across the room, promising yourself that you would not see him tonight that if he showed up you wouldn’t answer the door. But you’d made this promise so many times before, there was just something about him that made it impossible to say no to him.

The hours clicked past like minutes, the night creeping closer much faster than usual, or maybe you were just imagining things, your eyes glued to the door as you waited for an all too familiar knock. Then you heard it and against your better judgement, you found yourself letting him in. Watching as he pushed the door shut, his arms caging you against it as his lips ghosted over yours but the words slipped out before you could stop them, “Why do you always forget me in the morning?”

His arms dropped and he took a step back, his face contorted with confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you only show up in the middle of the night and then act like I don’t exist during the day and you never pick up the phone when I call but expect me to drop everything when you call.” You snapped, maybe you should have told him this before, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest as you finally voiced all the thoughts you had previously been suppressing. You sighed, “I don’t want to have to wonder if I’m actually the one you want or if it could have been anybody else and you’re just turning up at my door just because you know that I can’t say no to you.”

He scoffed, looking away from you, never quite meeting your eyes, “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“Then why can’t you look me in the eyes?” He didn’t say anything but you just watched his jaw clenching, “I think you should go. Come back when you can give me a real answer.” You glanced away, waiting for a response but there was none. Jason was gone when you glanced back over at where he had been standing but the window leading to the fire escape had been flung open. You slid the window shut, turning the key in lock and a strange feeling came over you, the feeling that you had finally locked Jason Todd out of your life. You weren’t even sure if that was a good or a bad thing anymore.

Two weeks went by without anything from Jason, it was like he had disappeared into thin air but then again that was nothing new, you’d come to expect that from him. You wished you could say that you didn’t miss him but you couldn’t, it was like all your memories of him had been advanced. The sound of his voice was playing on repeat in your head like the most beautiful broken record you’d ever heard and his face was haunting you, you couldn’t even escape from him in your dreams. Your fingers were itching to reach for the phone and call him but you couldn’t. You would not be the one to break first.

Just when you’d given up on him and assumed that he’d found someone else to seek comfort in, he just appeared on your doorstep. You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off, “Look, I’m an asshole, I know but just let me talk. And afterwards you can say whatever you want and I’ll probably agree but just hear me out first.” You stepped aside, letting him in and he continued as you leant against the door. “I didn’t feel right seeing you sober, it felt too real and if it’s real that meant I would have to process my feelings for you and I’m so used to running from my emotions.” He paused, finally looking you in the eyes, “I was trying so hard to forget you and so I’d go out and try to forget but somehow I kept winding back up on your doorstep.” He took a step closer to you, his hand coming up cup your face before he continued, “I’m not entirely sure what it is I feel about you but maybe we can figure it out...together-” And that was all he could get out before you were pulling him towards you, slotting your lips against his, your hands finding a home in his hair as you mumbled, “Stay,” against his lips. 

You woke up to Jason subconsciously pulling you closer in his sleep, he leant into your touch as you brushed the dark hair out of his eyes. Pressing a kiss to his collarbone and mumbling a good morning as his eyes slowly opened. His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. “You know we have to get out of bed at some point, right?”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his voice slurred from sleep as he grumbled, “Says who? I have countless missed mornings with you to make up for.”

tagging some people who might be interested: @catxsnow​, @pricetagofficial​, @starxfires​, @psych0crybaby​

[graysonmydarling]

new jason todd fic tonight!!!

[collectivefandomstuff]

Mom my bio dad is being foolish again. We always have this argument about the number of Robins. He says there was only one and that was Dick. I say four, even though it's like six if you count Steph and Carrie, but I count the main boys since most people know who they are. Anyway, no matter what I do I can't convince my dad that there's more than one and that the title gets passed down. Any ideas or should I just accept that my dad doesn't want anything to happen to his precious originals? I rather not accept defeat but oh well.

Oh but this is spectacular. Don’t argue, just wholeheartedly embrace it! There were no other robins; only Dick Grayson.

Jason Todd? Dick walking on his knees in a trenchcoat.

Tim Drake? Dick in a wig.

Stephanie Brown? Blonde wig padded bra.

Damian Wayne? Dick crouching with a sword.

That’s why they so rarely interact in canon; because whenever two or more robins meet it’s just Dick running back and forth putting on different disguises.

Red Hood nearly killing Red Robin? Dick in a wig beating himself up a la that one scene from fight club. (not to mention the battle for the cowl)

In multiple-Robin hostage situations Dick gets out of his cuffs/rope just so he can change his persona and then puts them on again.

Dick as Batman has a cape with yellow lining so he can just flip it and become robin and answer his own quips.

When Red Hood appeared Dick and Bruce watched as Dick with padded clothes and plateau boots went on a rampage and Dick was like “who could it be?”

Everyone plays along even though he fools absolutely no one except Clark who’s like “different hair different person has always been my motto”

Everytime one of the Robins becomes old enough to stop being a side-kick Dick just invents a new one like “yes, I am now a small violent child. Teach me stuff” and Bruce is like “fine but only because I need someone to mentor” and Dick, tired af, is like “I know”.

[catxsnow]

hello! this is a rather weird question, but reading after hours has inspired me to be a writer on here too! i’ve always been a writer just not on tumblr. my question is, do you have an writer recs that i could read to familiarize myself further and perhaps inspire me further? also if you have any tips, that would also be lovely. thank you so much❤️

ahhh I’m so excited to see your writing!! You’ll have to tag me :) 

This is a list of various writing styles and themes, you’ve got a little bit of everything on the go here! 

@pricetagofficial @starxfires @birdy-bat-writes @batarella @internalsealpanic @ryanssance @river-bottom-nightmare @littleredwing89 @americasmarauders @rason-rodd @graysonmydarling @magicalbeanie @odd-blue @prettylittlebrownskingyal @ellana-ravenwood @arestorationofbalance @anothertimdrakestan @ereawrites @spiitfiires @batwngs

These are some of my favourites! 

My biggest tip is that whatever you write, write for you! Don’t feel pressured to write something you won’t want to because a) you’re not going to enjoy writing it and b) you’re doing this for fun!  Good luck! 

[graysonmydarling]

thank you!!!

[graysonmydarling]

masterlist

Dick Grayson

unofficially mine

thin line

prince charming of gotham

take care of you

Jason Todd

hangover cure

[hazbinboss]

I hope it’s okay with u that I’m reblogging this @graysonmydarling

[graysonmydarling]

of course!!!

i hope you like the fics currently on there!!

[graysonmydarling]

@mxltislushie unfortunately this is a sideblog so i can’t follow you back on here but i just opened my dms so feel free to come talk to me!!

[graysonmydarling]

masterlist

Dick Grayson

unofficially mine

thin line

prince charming of gotham

take care of you

Jason Todd

hangover cure

[hazbinboss]

I hope it’s okay with u that I’m reblogging this @graysonmydarling

[graysonmydarling]

of course!!!

i hope you like the fics currently on there!!

[graysonmydarling]

i should have a kon fic coming out soon thanks to @catxsnow so that’s exciting!!! 💕

[graysonmydarling]

are you taking requests? if you are, I really loved your writing and wanted to ask you a one shot that reader and dick are fighting mafia and she gets a very serious injury in her arm, and he drives her to the manor to be taken care of

hi! sorry for the delay, you can read it here!

[graysonmydarling]

take care of you

(x)

summary: sometimes the most beautiful loves have the strangest beginnings

request: are you taking requests? if you are, I really loved your writing and wanted to ask you a one shot that reader and dick are fighting mafia and she gets a very serious injury in her arm, and he drives her to the manor to be taken care of

a/n: i changed it a little, i hope you don’t mind!!

warnings: mentions of being shot, mentions of injury, slight smut

word count: 1.6k

The memories of the previous night came in flashes, the gunshots ringing through your ears, the sound of your own voice screaming as the bullet found a home in your body, and then an unfamiliar masked man coming to your rescue. The memories ended with him helping you out of the building and his voice shouting something as your vision went dark. 

You slowly opened your eyes, squinting under the harsh light of the unfamiliar room. You sat up, swinging your legs off the bed and letting out a muffled groan at the pain that shot through your body as you tried to move. The door slid open before you could make any escape plan and you didn’t recognise the man who walked through. You were certain that you’d never seen him before, you’d definitely remember meeting a man who was that pretty. 

“Oh you’re awake.” His lips broke into a blinding smile and you had to fight the urge to return the smile, mentally cursing him for having such a contagious smile.

“Did you kidnap me?”

He opened his mouth and immediately closed it, “Technically? But I kind of had to, you got shot and I couldn’t really take you to the hospital while you were in vigilante gear.” His eyes flickered down to your legs and a frown clouded over his features. “That’s probably not a good idea, you should probably stay in bed.”

“Strangely enough, staying in bed wasn’t one of my priorities when I woke up and didn’t know where I was.” You retorted but you still swung your legs back onto the bed, sitting back against the pillows. He moved closer, sitting on the edge of your bed, motioning to your bandaged arm, “Do you mind if I take a look?” He waited until you nodded and then he reached over, gently peeling back the bandages. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to see the damage so you kept your eyes trained on his face as he worked. “Should I be concerned that cleaning gunshot wounds seems like second nature to you?”

He laughed, his eyes momentarily darting up to meet yours, “I have four younger brothers. I’m used to being the one to patch them up after a bad fight.”

You hissed as he pressed something against the wound and he muttered an apology, “I would ask what their names are but I’m pretty sure you haven’t told me yours yet, “

“Strangely enough I was more concerned making sure you were okay than making sure you knew my name.” The smile had reappeared across his features but he hadn’t looked back up at you. He reached for the bandages, looking up at you as he did, “It’s Dick Grayson, what’s yours?”

“Unfortunately I don’t give out names to kidnappers so I guess you’re out of luck, Grayson,” 

“Didn’t realise this was such a common occurrence for you, and here I thought I was special.” He finished wrapping up the new bandages but his hand didn’t move from your arm, his fingers danced along your skin and you felt a shiver roll down your back. “Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”

You let out a laugh, pulling your hand out of his grasp, “Are you hoping I’ll get Stockholm syndrome?”

He shrugged, “If it works, then maybe?” He got up, smiling at you and heading to the door, “Arm looks like it’s healing so I’ll let you get some rest.”

He reached the door, his hand on the doorknob and you called after him, “Y/n.” He glanced back at you, his eyebrows creased in confusion, “Y/n l/n, my name.”

“It suits you. I’ll see you later, Y/n.” Then he disappeared through the door and you fell back, your head hitting the pillows.

Dick came in to see you the next morning and he checked that your bandages were still on properly. “I should probably leave you alone again to rest.” He shifted to get up, freezing when your hand slipped into his, squeezing slightly as you mumbled, “Stay.”

‘Leaving you alone to rest’ was thrown out the window after that and you got to know Dick very well over the week you stayed with him. There were times where you found yourself wishing that you’d recover slower so you could spend more time with him doting over you like this. Of course you knew that it was ridiculous to think like that and that you’d just have to accept the fact that you’d probably never see him again once you’d recovered.

You’d made a habit of studying his face while he checked your bandages, eyes tracing over his features as you did your best to commit every single detail to memory. He glanced up, a smile stretching across his face as he met your gaze, “Your arm’s completely healed, lucky you, must be getting sick of me by now.”

“Only a little.”

He laughed and you noticed how his touch lingered on your skin before he slipped his hand through yours, lacing your fingers together and rubbing his thumb over the back of your own.

He looked like he was lost in thought so you squeezed his hand, feeling the heat rushing to your face as his eyes burned into you. “What’s on your mind, Pretty Bird?”

He didn’t say anything, just shrugged, shifting a little closer to you.

You sat up, your heart fluttering a little at the close proximity, “Well I was thinking,” You moved your free hand up to his face, brushing a stray hair out of his face, “Maybe you should come over to mine tonight and have dinner with me. Let me thank you properly for 

taking care of me.”

“You really don’t have to-”

You cut him off, subconsciously leaning closer as you spoke, “But I want to. How’s 8:30 for you?”

You didn’t miss how his gaze flickered down to your lips before answering, “Perfect.”

8:30 came far too quickly and you found yourself mentally scolding yourself for being so nervous, it wasn’t like you were on a date. That thought made you stop in your tracks, what if he thought it was a date? Would going on a date with him be so bad? You heard someone knocking on the door before you could stress yourself out further. You pulled the door open and you almost forgot how to breathe at the sight of him. Surely looking that good was violating some sort of law. He grinned, “You’re right, I’m pretty sure it is illegal for you to look that good.” 

The colour drained from your face as you stared at him, “I didn’t say that out loud, did I?”

His eyes lit up, an amused smile creeping across his face, “I’m afraid you did, Lovebird.”

“Can we pretend that I didn’t say that?”

“Sure we can pretend that you didn’t say that you want to see me in handcuffs.” He winked, moving into your apartment.

“I didn’t say that!” You finally managed to choke out, your face burning as he grinned at you.

“It was implied and now you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” His grin widened and you avoided his gaze, he was enjoying this far too much.

“I hate you so much,” you glanced back over at him, a warm feeling spreading through your chest at the way he was smiling at you.

“Do you usually go on dates with people you hate or am I just the exception?” You weren’t sure when he had moved closer but he was suddenly only inches away and you had to force yourself to focus on his eyes.

“I guess you’re just the exception.” His smile got impossibly wider and he leaned closer to you, a hand coming up to cup your face but then the kitchen timer went off and you jumped apart. You sent him an apologetic smile, slipping away to turn the oven off with him close behind you. 

You talked through dinner and it was strange but it didn’t feel like an awkward first date or that you’d met Dick a week ago, it felt like you’d known him your whole life. You weren’t in love with Dick but it felt like you would be, like this was just the beginning of the love of your life. 

You weren’t entirely sure how long Dick had been over, it felt like minutes and hours at the same time. But you had other things on your mind as you sat on the sofa with him, so close that you were practically in his lap. His jacket and tie had been discarded ages ago and your eyes kept drifting down to the opened buttons on his shirt, so far you hadn’t been caught staring but your luck was about to change. He cleared his throat, “See something you like?” You dragged your eyes up to his face, a sheepish smile on your face as you replied, “I’m not sure yet.”

He raised an eyebrow, his hand coming up to cup your face, pulling you closer, “That’s funny, cause I’ve never been more sure about anything else.” He slotted his lips against yours, his free arm sliding around your waist to tug you onto his lap. He let out a muffled moan against your lips as your hands slipped into his hair. But then he pulled away too soon, “Think you can point me in the direction of your bedroom?”

Waking up to Dick pulling you further into him, his arms hooked around your waist, so close that you could feel his voice rumbling through his chest as he mumbled in your ear, “Good morning, Lovebird.”

Your fingers traced along his jaw, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “It is a good morning, Pretty Bird.”

That feeling from the previous night once again took over your body, the feeling of a perfect beginning.

tagging : @catxsnow​

[graysonmydarling]

prince charming of gotham

summary: is there anything better than spending an entire day being charmed by gotham’s own prince charming?

warnings: allusions to sex, swearing, fluff

word count: 1.1k

You’d met the so-called, ‘Prince Charming of Gotham’ at one of his adoptive father’s galas and that’s when you learned that Dick Grayson was very good at playing the gentleman in public but in private....it was like he was a different person. He was just supposed to be a one night stand but then one turned into two and two turned into three and you stopped trying to keep track after that.

He was a very difficult man to ignore, his gaze burning into you from across the room as you did everything to avoid making eye contact with him which was how you ended up agreeing to a dance with the son of one of Bruce’s business associates. He seemed nice enough as you made small talk but it was very short lived, Dick appeared almost from out of nowhere, a tight lipped smile on his face, “Mind if I cut in?” Not waiting for an answer before pulling you a little closer than necessary, tightly gripping your waist. He leaned in close, his lips grazing your ear, “What the fuck was that about?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, that was very rude.”

“My apologies, why don’t you let me take you back to my place and make it up to you?”

That was the thing about Dick, it was almost impossible to say no to him especially when he was looking at you like that.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you eventually woke up, only aware of the arm slung around your waist as Dick tugged your body closer to him. His head was buried into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing against your skin, “Mornin’ gorgeous,” He murmured against your skin, his voice laced with sleep. He rolled over, hovering above you with an intense look in his eyes, “You’re staying, right?”

You reached up to cup his face, a smile creeping onto your face as he leaned into your touch, “I don’t know.”

He pulled you into a passionate kiss, mumbling against your lips “Stay.” His hand crept up your thigh, his fingers painfully close to where you needed him. Breaking the kiss when he heard your breath hitch, looking down at you with a teasing smirk spread across his features, “Made up your mind yet?”

You threaded your fingers through his hair, “I guess I could stay a little longer…”

It was late afternoon by the time you had finally managed to coax Dick out of bed and you were now sitting on his couch with your legs draped over his lap. He was absentmindedly tracing shapes on your skin with his fingers, but it was the thoughtful look on his face that had drawn your attention, “What are you doing tonight?”

You were silent for a moment while you tried to remember if you had made any plans, “Nothing that I can remember.”

He looked down at your legs, avoiding your gaze, “Hypothetically....If I asked you out on an actual date, what would you say?”

You shifted, moving your legs off his lap and sitting on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist, “Are you asking me out?”

He finally looked up at you, his eyes searching your features, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You didn’t answer mine either.”

His right hand came up to caress your face, his left one winding around your waist to tug you closer to him. He leaned in, his nose bumping against yours, “I asked first.”

You sighed, lips brushing against his as you leaned into his touch, “Yes. I would hypothetically go on a date with you tonight.”

“So I can pick you up at eight tonight?”

“I thought this was all hypothetical?”

His face scrunched up and he dropped his head onto your shoulder, burying his face into the crook of your neck, “Why do you have to make asking you out so hard? You’re so mean to me.”

You hummed, running your hands through his hair, “I’m not being mean, I just think it’s cute when you’re flustered.”

“‘M not flustered.” He grumbled, curling further into you.

A couple hours had passed and much to Dick’s dismay you had left his apartment to get ready for whatever he had planned for tonight. So now you were sitting in your apartment trying to resist the urge to keep checking your phone for any notifications from him. Just as you were beginning to wonder if this was all some cruel joke, there was a loud knock at your door. You opened the door to see Dick waiting for you with flowers in his hand. “Hey.”

“Hi, do you wanna come in or?” He didn’t respond, just kept staring at you almost as if he was in some kind of trance. “Dick?”

“Hmm? Sorry I think I kinda zoned out there. You’re so pretty.” You laughed and stepped back, letting him in. He handed the flowers to you and followed you as you walked to the kitchen in search of a vase to put them in. Dick wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you filled the vase with water. “I know I said I didn’t wanna be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying really hard not to kiss you senseless right now.”

You let out a laugh, turning your head towards him, “You just saw me this morning and I don’t look any different.”

“That’s exactly my point, you always look gorgeous and it’s really not fair.” He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, he let you go but only momentarily while he shifted so you were facing him and pulled you back into his arms, “I really hate that we have to leave now.”

“So you gonna tell me where we’re going or?” You reached over taking his free hand and lacing your fingers through his, pressing a kiss to the back of his knuckles. 

He squeezed your hand, a smile tugging at the corners of lips, his eyes still glued to the road as he drove, “Hmm no I don’t think I will. I want this to be a surprise, but we’re almost there.”

You frowned, glancing out the window, it was already so dark outside what could he possibly be planning? He pulled into an empty parking lot and shut off the engine, turning to you, “We’re here.”

You laughed, brushing the hair away from his face, “And where is here, exactly?”

He looked hesitant, letting out a deep sigh, “You have to promise not to laugh, it’s probably a little cliché but I thought that we could go up to the rooftop and stargaze and this sounds so stupid now that I’m saying it out loud.”

“It’s not stupid, I just wasn’t expecting it.” You leaned forward, pulling him into a kiss.

And so you spent the rest of the night wrapped up in Dick’s arms watching the constellations, having whispered conversations in between stolen kisses under the starlight.

tagging: @catxsnow​

[graysonmydarling]

get to know me tag game

thank you for the tag @catxsnow

relationship status: very recently single haha

favourite colour: yellow

3 favourite foods: chinese takeout, chocolate and pizza

last song i listened to: sweater weather by the neighborhood

song stuck in my head: the she-ra theme song

time: 6:26pm

dream trip: hmm maybe rome?

anything you’d want: to see the world?

i kinda don’t have any other mutuals on this account so :/

[internalsealpanic]

Reciprocity

Summary:   The problem with love was that it demanded reciprocity. An equivalent exchange of affection, words of affirmation, acts of devotion and you weren’t entirely sure if yours could ever hold a candle to his.

A/n: So I made this short little thing because I got infected with the sad after I read @batarella ‘s 3 Birds thing and I needed a comfort thing. Plus, @arestorationofbalance also wrote a thing and I could not get Dick’s soft lips out of my brain. (Also partially based on a convo I had with @americasmarauders) Thanks to @knightfall05x for proofreading and the mood board. 

Warnings: None

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[graysonmydarling]

hangover cure

summary: love wasn’t something that came easy to Jason....that was until he met you. based off of ‘hangover cure’ by mgk.

warnings: pure fluff, soft jason, suggested/light smut

word count: 902

Maybe it was fate or maybe it was just a coincidence that you had met Jason Todd at a party that neither of you had wanted to go to, but you knew from that first moment that there was something you liked about him, something that made you feel drawn to him. And here you were, yet another party that you didn’t want to go to that was until you made eye contact with him from across the room. 

There was a smile tugging at his lips as he weaved his way through the crowd, slowly making his way to you. His arm wound around your waist, pulling you into him, “How do you manage to show up everywhere I go?”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close, “Maybe it’s fate trying to tell you something?”

“I don’t believe in fate.” His eyes darting down to your lips, his hands slipping up the back of your shirt.

You weren’t really sure how you’d ended up back in his apartment but you’d worry about that later as he hovered over you, pressing you back down onto the bed as his lips trailed up your neck. Your hands threading through his hair as you felt him briefly smiling against your skin before he pulled back, kissing you gently as he slotted his body against yours, his fingers lacing through yours as he slowly pushed into you.

Bliss- that was the only word to describe the mornings you spent with Jason. They were always the same and they’d quickly become your favourite constant in your often unpredictable relationship. He always woke up first, meaning you always woke up alone but he was always nearby, so you’d make your way to the kitchen where you’d find him shirtless and cooking something that smelled wonderful. He’d never admit it and he’d deny it if you told anyone but he could work miracles in the kitchen, leaving you to wonder if it was natural talent or if he’d picked up some things from the childhood butler you’d heard so much about. But either way it was always a welcome trait, although you’d be hard-pressed to find anything that you didn’t love about Jason, so you’d sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and mumbling a good morning into his back, fingers tracing invisible shapes on his chest. 

Today was no different but you stood in the doorway and just watched him for a moment before embracing him, a fond smile creeping across your face as you watched him sing to himself, mumbling the parts he didn’t remember. He’d only make you delete the evidence if you recorded him so you had to settle for memorising every moment like this. He must have heard you laughing as he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes glinting as a blush creeped up his neck, his ears burning. It wasn’t often that you got to see him get flustered, “How- how long have you been standing there?”

You pushed off the doorway, slipping under his arm to stand in front of him, your hands moving up to cup his face in your hands, “Oh not long, just enjoying the show.” Your smile widened as his blush deepened and his nose scrunched up in embarrassment.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m so glad that I did.” His head tilted down and you took the opportunity to pull him into a kiss, your lips telling him the three words that you couldn’t quite say out loud yet.

He pulled back, his hands finding the back of your thighs as he picked up, setting you down on top of the counter, standing between your legs as his forehead rested against yours. His hand came up to cup your face as he kissed you and you could have stayed there for an eternity or at least for the remainder of the morning and you’d planned to....until the smoke alarm started blaring. He pulled away from you, eyes wide as he darted back over to the oven, using a dish towel to wave away the smoke that had gone unnoticed by the both of you. He shot you a glare, hearing the laugh you couldn’t suppress, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “That was completely your fault.”

You hopped off the counter, wrapping your arms around his waist, “I’m sure I can think of a couple ways to make it up to you." You had barely got the words out before he was picking up and heading back to his bedroom with you in his arms.

It was probably late afternoon by the time he was pulling you back into his arms, his hand rubbing your arm like he was trying to warm you up as he pressed his lips against your forehead. You sensed that there was something on his mind so you pulled back, eyes searching his, “What’s going through that pretty head of yours, Jay?”

He sighed, tugging you closer, “I’ve been through relationships before-,” He paused, before repeating himself, “I’ve been through relationships before, I’ve never been in love but I want this. I want you.” His eyes searched yours and he pulled his lower lip in between his lips anxiously.

“I want you too, you know I do.” Reaching for his hand and squeezing one, two, three times. 

‘I’ ‘Love’ ‘You’

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[graysonmydarling]

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hey so all my fics are on here, i’ll update this whenever a new fic is posted. and fics with a line through it means it’s upcoming and should be posted in the next couple of days. requests are currently open :) also cause this is a sideblog, i follow back from @catsmain :)

Dick Grayson

unofficially mine

thin line

prince charming of gotham

take care of you

Jason Todd

hangover cure

acting like that

[graysonmydarling]

so i’m writing a jason fic and he might be a little ooc but it’s really soft and self indulgent so i can’t find it in myself to care.

besides he deserves a fic that’s just pure fluff without angst 🥰