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yeah well jason todd who tries to be extra vigilant during halloween nights
jason todd who has been mistaken for a red hood cosplayer more times than he could count (twenty seven this year). jason todd who doesn't mind, as long as they don't recognise his true identity, that is. and jason todd who lets them think whatever. maybe those drunk college kids would do what they normally wouldn't, and he'd be right there to teach them a real lesson.
jason todd who dreads the crime news for days after. scared shitless of reading about people he couldn't protect. drug abuse, SA, DUI incidents. he hates all of these. hates when the stolen walkie-talkie cracks with another crime scene report. jason todd then looks at himself and sees nothing short of a beast. a loser that had failed again.
jason todd who pays extra attention to girls that night. especially highschoolers. extra especially the ones even younger. he knows the mind of a criminal. he dares not think about knowing the mind of a pedo, but he has assumptions about what draws them in. jason todd can't allow it. he will not allow it. not on his watch, not today as well as any other day.
jason hates halloween. he hates the extra stress, sure, but he also hates to see the people who don't feel the same about it as they used to. those who weren't lucky enough to be saved, those who don't celebrate anymore. those traumatised, disapproving. he hates women and men that tell their children to stay inside for the night, because they're a constant reminder that he wasn't there to protect them. jason knows he was too young anyway, but he can't stop the guilt from churning deep in his stomach.
jason todd is neither a saint, nor is he a hero. he's one of those horror stories that mothers use to keep their kids away from danger. but his twisted ways prove to be efficient. jason todd is doing something, and it works.
an: we don't officially celebrate halloween in my country, but I'm looking forward to all the gorgeous outfits girls at my university will pull up!!!
duke bruce wayne who, to the public eye, does not care for politics, but behind the closed doors is the lelader of a notorious order of dark knights — a group of anonymous men and women, all picked out and trained by him and bound with blood oaths to never reveal who is in charge of them.
duke bruce wayne, a hermit, a mystery. he lives far from the capital and takes care of children of unknown relation to him. he is in his forties, never married and with a scandalous youth behind his shoulders. to the court, he's just a gullible source of endless gold to the crown. to his sons and daughters, he's a mastermind behind the crown's every decree. his children are being raised to take after his beginnings. duke bruce wayne pays close attention to the tasks being distributed among them according to their strengths.
duke bruce wayne, who knows the crown is corrupt. it was corrupt, before he made his move. ever since the deaths of his parents, he'd been guided by the loyal butler of the waynes. he'd been shown the ugly inside of politics. duke bruce wayne adapted a mask that wasn't the bat cowl, first there was a reckless young heir to the duchy. then there was a disappearance. the vassals declaring his death, them taking over the household. and duke bruce wayne, lurking in the shadows of their own houses, seeking out the rats by himself.
duke bruce wayne returning years later to shut down the gates to the manor. him never attending any events, no matter how important. royal family's sudden abdication, coincidentally, happening at the same time as his return. a new king being crowned at a very short notice. duke bruce wayne supposedly getting onto the monarch's bad side by not attending the coronation ceremony. however, the king never speaks ill of the duke, even when provoked.
duke bruce wayne melting the public's hearts by taking in peasant orphans. a word here, a word there — some assume the children are his, some believe it's just an act of kindness, taking care of those who have no one left. no one knows anything about his children, not even the number of them. how did the word even get out of that fortress of a house..? what a question.
duke bruce wayne who perceives the word as a chessboard. he plays a game with an unknown opponent and stays hidden in the shadows, so that his opponent has no chance of finding out a game is being played in the first place. an attempt to build a better word or an attempt to seize it?
I think people get the “Bruce dancing like a stripper in the Iceberg Lounge” situation all wrong. The batkids won’t die of embarrassment because that’s their dad. They’ll die of frustration because they will never, ever be able to make Bruce feel embarrassed about it.
Do you really think the man who would strip and bust it down for the secret identity has the capacity to feel shame? Exactly.
jason todd must be that one person who literally inhales his food. everyone's receiving their helpings, they blink — and jason's plate is already empty🙏🏻
there's a saying in my mother tongue:
"in a large family, they do not click with a beak"
which doesn't have a literal equivalent in English, but the closest thing might be "you snooze, you lose" (or "in a big family, you have to be quick" but that's complicated)
that's it, that's the post, honestly😭 that was what I firmly believe in, the reasons for such eating habits are up to you. and YES, I am projecting again haha!!!!! I have such a big problem with my meals, it takes me minutes to finish them, but the satiation doesn't come if you eat too fast ykr???? ahh
eh and I think tim's meals take the longest bc I'm sure he either reads through them or is too busy with his phone/computer to remember he has food waiting for him
he's been fighting bad guys the whole night, while you were warming his side of the bed (you have tried waiting for him to return, but these sacrifices usually don't get on well with your beauty sleep — or sleep in general. he made you stop staying up).
so, he returns at crack of dawn, beaten. bruises beneath the silk robe, cuts on his face where skin is exposed under the cowl. tired. aching.
bruce slips into the bed behind you, sleeping soundly, and pulls you in. his exhausted muscles strain, but his grip on you tightens — just for the sake of pushing his own limits.
and just like that, he falls asleep — securing you won't dare wake him up.
he stirs awake when it's long past the second breakfast. you're still by his side, as expected. perhaps a little annoyed he messed up your plans for the day, but never complaining.
it starts with a kiss to your eyebrow, a gruff "mornin', bird" rumbling against your skin. then there's another, a hand on your hip. a smile on your cheek, a squeeze to your side, then, suddenly, there are both his hands under your pyjamas top, urging goosebumps to rise on your arms.
bruce loves waking up like this, he loves being the asshole that cages you in — like saving a dessert for later. he loves when you kiss his nose, breathe cool air on his cuts. they never hurt, but he will whine for you to keep doing it.
he loves taking things slow, even if you will joke about his age taking its toll. he will gladly kiss that joke right off your lips.
something about your quiet pleasure, gasped into his neck, chest or your pillow, is dizzying to him. his hips roll against yours slowly, his teeth hold your earlobe — not yet a bite, but a warning to behave. and when he grunts at a sting of pain in his lower back, and you dare to laugh, he bites, hiding a smile behind the usual grumbling.
bruce makes you finish first, only then finishes himself. he mumbles something about 'going to shower' but doesn't get up just yet. he cradles you to his chest, conveniently placing his fingers on your wrist just to count your heartbeat. and if he falls asleep again, he will count on you to wake him up this time: after all, you both have things to do.
you see, there's something about him being all lazy smiles and drowsy praises!!!!!!! ughhhhhh I want to bite him
when someone tells him to take a break, it ends up pushing him into working only more, sleeping less to solve a complicated task before others could notice his flaws.
"do they really mean it, or should I try harder?"
somehow, it doesn't work the same with you. call him biased, he will admit to it!
when you tell him to relax, he complies with not so much as a grumble (maybe it's the greater fear of disappointing you than the fear of being imperfect who knows??). and he honestly loves relaxing, loves cuddling up to you in bed, or when you run him a bath, or insist on going for a walk — something about him 'needing fresh air'.
your presence in his life is enough to soothe the worries, even if only temporarily. for him it's more than enough, being granted some time away from the nagging fears and voices. he knows for a fact you won't judge if he puts work aside — you're only encouraging it.
you're healing something in him that demands aiming for perfection and nothing less.
and tim is grateful. in the way he whispers little 'thanks' into your palms, in the way he talks about his feelings openly, or in the way he clings closer at night. it's in the small gifts he has for you, in the way he squeezes your hand when outdoors, in his eyes that always land on you, no matter the circumstances.
you are his reassurance. he has doubts, a lot of them, but he voices them. and you talk everything out, you actually listen and don't make fun of his fears (not like his family does either, but the dysfunctional bonds don't form great fundament for trust either).
maybe you'll become enough of great influence to make him consider opening up to bruce? and maybe bruce will realise that his son hasn't been a workaholic all along, but he simply thought acceptance is something he needs to ear.
he's the brain. the smart computer guy. the coming-up-with-clever-ideas guy. the red robin.
the pressure is definitely there, all the time — something that isn't vocalised, but weighs on his shoulders nevertheless. he barely does anything apart from cracking cases, he doesn't want to let down those who were trusting enough to rely on him. tim can't complain: he chose this life for himself.
no one has ever blamed him for not doing enough, it's the damned self-consciousness that taken root somewhere deep in his chest when he joined batman.
jason todd is the kind of boyfriend that needs constant reassurance that he's doing things the right way
so, he insists on communication over ghosting and overthinking. will make you talk to him, there's no awkward silence with this boy!!! he hates misunderstandings and will try to avoid them with you at any cost.
yes, the key problem here might be him not knowing how to communicate properly. but jason tries, because jason actually loves someone — maybe for the first time in his life — and he'll be blunt and maybe sometimes rude, but that's what he is. straightforward, inexperienced, not the best with tact and stuff like feelings.
when you lack communication as a child, you'll either grow up to be an adult with inability to form attachments, or you'll learn from this to overcome it.
I believe in unattached jason, but I also want to believe in jason todd, who overcame it all and decided to break the cycle.
maybe I am writing this because I have a trouble expressing my feelings. maybe I want to believe I can fight this, like I headcanon jason would
I also think Dick Grayson is kinky but nothing too crazy. I don’t think he has any fetishes.
I think he’d be into spanking. Throwing you over his knee. Or kneeling next to you while you stand, holding your hips steady with his chest or shoulder. However, I don’t think he does it to punish you. I don’t think he’s the type to punish his partner. I think he just likes to see your ass turn pink and red, to see the handprints he leaves. And to hear your pretty little whimpers, and whine his name.
TASTYYYY thank you anon I'm seeing it so bright
I love the thought that all of this he does bc it brings him immense pleasure!!! anything remotely sexual plus you equals him having the greatest time of his life
ok mdni I got carried away !! w my soulmate charlie weasley
general thirst
charlie weasley who's all scars, burns, freckles and that copper-y tan (mostly sunburns) all over his stupid body. stupid? bc it's muscles and an essential layer of healthy fat over them.
charlie weasley aka my future husband I'm dead serious
unkempt hair that's gone longish — this man has to tame bloody dragons, he has no time to tame his hair!!! besides, that mess (he calls it a ponytail) is teasingly hinting at what's to come if he takes his shirt off (YES I'M TALKING ABOUT THE HAPPY TRAIL)
five-days-old stubble that doesn't suit him very well, if he's being honest, but again, he has too little days off for something as mundane as shaving. charlie, darling, use a spell, you'd say? but there's something in the way you squirm away from his scratchey kisses that makes him want to stick to the muggle way
charlie's been to many countries for work. chinese dragons are in his top-5, the least tame kinds of them for sure. from china he returned with a huge tattoo on his shoulder (spreading from above the elbow to his shoulder blade). a dragon, of course. looks sexy on him, OF COURSE..
he's got grey hairs on his temples. he's got the longest, most beautiful eyelashes the colour of the rye and watery-blue eyes with so much mirth swimming in them everyone thinks he's never being serious. but during training? he has that steely look to them. and the mirth turns into literal fire that challenges the fire his dragons breathe. maybe we should agree he's the least tame on the training grounds???
he wears all his marks with pride, shall it be burns, constellations of freckles and moles or very human bites. no one asks him about those because they know he'll elaborate on every one of them. everyone around him is on various stages of acknowledging the charlie crush, no one wants it to become weird
and as I said, he's bulky. dealing with creatures that exceed your size so drastically, he's worked himself into an imposing shape (mouthwatering). charlie knows he's big, he knows he's sexy — love myself a self-aware man — he uses it to his advantage. indulges in his raging size kink (ehehehehehe...... blushin). definitely into manhandling and headlocks and having his hands on you in every possible way BUT. he is a sucker for praise (both ends). he'll have a mean arm around your throat, flexing it, and will whisper the sweetest, most loving "such an angel for me"s right into your ear. and then he'll bite
charlie's skin is always hot, usually a tad too tender in certain places (of recent injuries). sensitive spots? bloody everywhere. he just gets off to you touching him and him touching you. craves receiving body worship I didn't tell you that hush
oh and he's vocal and unashamed. vocalised pleasure is his green light btw, so he's expecting it from you as well. plus, he gets to hear your breathy moans, and you get to hear his whines and whimpers (he's around growling and hissing beasts all the time, I KNOW he's a whimperer)
at the end of the day, he needs some soft skin to hold and a steady heartbeat to lull him to sleep. a cuddler and a keeper mwah
content: best friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining. word count: 0.9k.
Kiyoomi was slouched in the passenger seat, head tilted against the window, hair falling over the side of his face that isn’t swelling. You were standing by the open door, a half-used first aid kit you just bought resting over the dashboard, your heart somewhere in your throat.
Still, your hands were steady—imbued with a tenderness that defied your inner turmoil—as you dabbed antiseptic onto the split skin above his eye.
“Shit.” He muttered under his breath, flinching slightly. “That stings.”
“Someone punched you in the face.” You said flatly, biting back the waver in your voice. “You’re lucky it’s just stinging.”
Kiyoomi huffed out a small laugh through his nose. “That’s a point.”
You glanced up at him, a quiet beat of silence hanging in the car park air. The pharmacy glowed behind you, too bright against the night. Everything felt suspended in this moment—the party, the fight, the adrenaline, the look in your best friend’s eyes when that guy grabbed your wrist too hard.
“You didn’t have to do that.” You said softly, fingers trembling just slightly as you smooth a gauze pad over his brow.
He turned his head slowly, carefully, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your throat feel dry. “He put his hands on you.”
“I could’ve handled it.”
“I know.” He replied, just as quiet. “But I’m not gonna stand there and watch some drunk asshole talk to you like that. Grab you like that. I’d never let anyone disrespect you.”
Your hand stilled against his skin as you looked at the floor, trying to clear your thoughts. The words didn’t feel light. They felt like something that’s been sitting between you two for a long time.
You have been friends since high school, when you were still figuring yourselves out and somehow kept ending up side by side. He became one of the few people you could rely on without question. He’s seen you at your best and worst, and you’ve seen him just the same. What you had was easy. Solid. The kind of friendship that feels like home.
But lately, it had started to feel like more than that.
After a few seconds, you lifted your gaze again, your eyes tracing the damage on his face. The split lip, the bleeding brow, the faint redness blooming on his cheekbone. His eye was already beginning to swell. God, you wanted to cry. He’s never been in a fight in his life—but he threw a punch for you.
“Even if it gets you this?” You whispered, your thumb gently brushing just below the cut on his lip. His skin was warm beneath your touch, a stark contrast to the cool night air.
“Especially.”
The silence that fell between you after his response was thick. Not awkward. Not uncomfortable. Just heavy.
“You’re such an idiot.” You breathed, the words trembling at the edges.
A faint smile touched his lips at the familiarity of your words. You’ve been calling him an idiot probably every day in every tone imaginable since you were teens.
“I couldn’t help it.” He murmured, gently wrapping his hand around your wrist, the same one that the guy at the party had grabbed so tightly an hour ago. “Seeing someone treat you like that—I don’t think I’ve ever been that angry in my life.”
Your breath caught, fingers still resting lightly on the side of his face.
“I care about you.” He said quietly, but not like it was casual. He said it like it meant something. Like it had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for longer than he’d admit. “More than you think.”
The beat of your heart quickened. You knew what he meant, and it felt like thousands of emotions running over you at the same time in a second, because you cared about him too.
More than he thought.
It hit you all at once—how close he was. How long he’s been here. How your hand was still on his face, cupping his cheek, the gauze pad now somewhere on the floor.
The next thing that came out of his lips, in a low, almost scared tone, caused you to stop breathing for a few seconds.
“Would it be okay if I kissed you right now?”
Something inside you tipped, like stepping to the edge of something with no way back. A fleeting fear pressed against your ribs. If you did this, everything would change. If you didn’t, you might regret it forever—and you were not the kind of person who liked to live with regrets.
“That depends.” You whisper, a soft grin making its way to your face. “Are you only saying that because you’re concussed?”
He chuckled at your words. “I’m not.” He said. “I’ve been wanting to for a while.”
You leaned in first.
He met you halfway.
The kiss was soft, careful, like a breath caught between years of friendship and something finally shifting into place. His hand came up, slow and warm, settling gently at the back of your neck, like he’s been waiting for this permission. Like he’s been waiting for you.
When you pull back, it’s only just enough to breathe. You’re still so close, foreheads nearly touching, his eyes searching yours like he’s still trying to believe this really happened.
Then he smiled—a small, bruised, beautiful thing. You loved his smile. It was one of those rare, unguarded expressions he only ever showed you.
“Totally worth the punch.” He said before joining your lips again.
pretty basic hc's abt dick and jason (separate) under the cut??? mdni! 18+ horny police
between the two, dick is surely the freaky one!! I'm talking kinks and wilderness here — are you open-minded??? dick's into biting, risks and toys. he is a performer, especially during sex. definitely a brat, switch. gets off to sharing your fantasies with each other. I'm not sure, maybe he's been so sexualised by the fandom and it's affecting my judgement, but to me??? he really is a horny freak. mirror sex, quickies (bonus points if semi-public or public ahh), TEASING. oh he's heavy on that one. to him, sex is a form of art and an essential part of a relationship. he needs having you satisfied, so he'll essentially adapt to your tastes. but the kinky dick will always remain in the way your lovebird marks you up and literally devours you :> hehehehe. loves to show off, hence the passion for mirror sex!! he wants to look good during it, THE PERFORMER!!! ahh. AHH. and when he's exhausted you&himself, he turns back into your sweetheart. aftercare king <3
and jason's far from him, honestly. while the constant stress can make him rough in bed, he loves letting loose. it's usually either you taking control during sex, or him being a soft dom — "lazy vanilla sex" we all chant in unison!!!!!! I imagine it being really really warm nights, with him sick of his responsibilities and you tired of yours, sloppy and slow in bed, no rush, just the need for mind-numbing release. jason can be freaky, but it's not what he chases. having sex with him is like exchanging courtesies, if I can say so?? a repetitive cycle of you taking turns pleasuring each other (yum). neither is left out + both are fucked right into much desired rest. when it's been a really long day, jason tends to manhandle you and bury himself in between your thighs. he needs his jaw to hurt to forget about all the idiots from earlier. and when he's not going down on you, he loves having you on top of him (he told me I know it for a fact). jay isn't the best with aftercare, but he's always making sure you're hydrated afterwards !!
how easy is it to tell I'm starving for some love?????
Dick Grayson who grew up as part of a travelling circus troupe with no concrete place to call home. Dick Grayson who violently struggled against Gotham and all its faults. Dick Grayson who sooner claimed Bludhaven as his own. Dick Grayson who thinks of people as his home, rather than places.
I'm a firm believer in jason todd being THE guy to initiate the fwb situation, set the "no catching feelings" rule and fall for you hard and quick. NO ONE WILL PROVE ME OTHERWISE!!!!
because he is scared
he doesn't want to get attached, he knows what it's like to have the bonds break and it's too much of a nuisance for him to handle with everything else going on around him!
but he's also impossible if he doesn't get some occasional affection yk?? like all of us smol silly humans
and you're just there, and he asks, and you agree, and you're not making it weird!!
and jason goes "oh well. I guess I'm feeling comfortable around them?" and accidentally falls for you
I absolutely adore the love that's born out of this — it's not the passion of shared nights that makes him catch feelings, it's not in the foreground for jason! it's the fact you have a spare mug at your place for him, extra toiletries (even though he usually dislikes to stay the night and rarely lets you do the same). it's the way you're making breakfast for two before leaving for work, the way you sense when he wants it fluffy and vanilla, not the rougher stuff people usually assume him to like (there's always a mood for everything, okay??)
how you don't question it when he wants to stop and leaves all of a sudden. you give him space and jason's heart melts
uh-oh
so, jason, who is initially scared of getting attached to you.
jason, who remembers perfectly well that you're not exclusive, that it's all just for convenience.
he made you promise it won't get serious.
he promised himself!
and jason, who's currently avoiding you.
since the moment he acknowledged his feelings, he's stopped coming to you. it's not a big deal, he has disappeared before — for missions, being too busy and stuff. but now he doesn't come to you because it feels wrong, to love you and pretend it's casual. he's dying on the inside, thinking of an escape route. simply ending it with you? he doesn't want to, because that little voice in his head is whispering constant "what if's", makes him actually consider the possibility of confessing
but he's lost too much already, hasn't he? what if he just sticks to the fwb dynamics with you untill the feelings go away?
