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Hello! I’m B, my pronouns are he/him, a lifelong nerd who needs a place to nerd out! Minors DNI. I have a few other sideblogs to organize my interest. You can see a list here!
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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
i always see posts on here from other writers like "i have to go bury my computer in the woods after posting to ao3 because i dont want to see how it does"
could NOT be me. i am reloading my stats page TOO MUCh someone send hELP
Same I am begging ao3 for additional metrics. In the least "treating ao3 like social media" way possible I need all the numbers. Give me by-chapter breakdowns of kudos and hits. I yearn for statistics.
Summary: You and Jason are out on a date when some onlookers start picking on you. Jason takes matters into his own hands.
TW: SLIGHT homophobia
It was date, the first you and Jason had enjoyed in a while. He was normally so busy doing God knows what. Truthfully, you didn’t want to think about it. You were less concerned about the trouble he was getting into, rather it was the danger.
But tonight he was here, safe, and all yours. He was treating you to a simple dinner. Neither one of you was a fan of fancy restaurants. Instead you both enjoy the simple things, so you were having your romantic date at a hole in the wall diner. Just how you liked it.
It was going well, as it always did. Jason’s rough exterior everyone told you about was always almost nonexistent when he was talking to you. The lights of the diner were dim, and you held hands across the table. He listened to you talk about your job.
Eventually, the two of you were about ready to go, with dinner eaten and your desire of eachother growing. “I am going to ask for a to-go box,”’ you said, standing up.
“I’ll do it,” he protested, as you knew he would. Jason was always doing things for you, especially with others around. His protective nature mixed with his distrust of most people.
“No no,” you replied, smiling at him, “I’ll do it, in exchange for what you’ll give me later.” You teased. As protective as he was, he was never controlling. “I’ll be right back,” you said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
As you went to the counter of the bar you asked the waitress for a to-go box. She kindly handed you one when a gruff man at the bar with his friends asked, “Is that your boyfriend?”
Taken aback by the question, you felt your face flush. The harder you tried not to, the more you felt your cheeks heat up. “Uhhh, I-“ you stammered, unsure what to say.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Figures,” he took a drink of his beer. As you grabbed the box to walk away, he pushed your back causing you to collapse on to the floor.
Jason was up out of his seat instantly, and you stood quickly. “Jason,” you said sternly, you knew where this was going. “I’m fine.”
“I am just going to talk to him,” he said, his tone calm, which was most chilling of all as you watched him approach your assailant.
-
Walking back into dingy studio apartment, you walked over to the bed. “Sit down and take your shirt off,” you ordered sternly, “You know the drill.” This was not your first time nursing his injuries.
He sighed, pulling his shirt off, revealing his muscular scarred torso. A few of the bruises were new, which you could tell very well. You had his every inch memorized. “I’m sorry,” he said with a groan, “But how could you expect me to let him get away with that?!”
You were silent, going into the fridge and grabbing a bag of frozen vegetables. You tossed him the pack, and he caught it, placing it on his new black eye. You went back over with a cold wash cloth and dabbed his other bruises.
“I know you’re mad,” he said, wincing softly as you addressed his bruises, “But he had it coming.” More silence. You didn’t know what to say. “I am working on it, for you. If he would’ve just said something I could have gotten over it, but he…. No one lays theirs hands on you, and I’m sorry but that’s not going to change.” He was firmer in his resolve now.
As you knelt between his legs, looking at the warrior before you, you sighed. “I don’t want to be the reason you get hurt.” It’s all you could say but it’s all you needed. You didn’t care he got mad or was even protective, but him having to come in and save you hurt him. You didn’t want to be the cause of more pain for him. “I don’t like seeing you like this, especially because of me.”
He grinned just a little, just enough for you both to know you two were ok. “This is nothing, I’ve died remember?”
You couldn’t help but laugh now, the rushes of emotions draining your decorum. Jason would do anything to make you laugh, even a joke like that. “I just can’t believe we got out of there before the police showed up.”
“I can’t believe I let those bastards get this many hits on me!” He exclaimed with another laugh. He patted his legs for you.
Smirking as you watched, you knew what it meant. You stood up, and let both of your legs straddle his, so now you were in his lap. Your arms instinctively wrapped around the back of his neck. “To be fair, there were five of them by the time his friends joined.”
Grinning he leaned in and planted small kisses on your neck, “Still,” he said between kisses, his proximity to your neck muffling his words. “You were distracting me.”
You let out a few very light moans then gasped a bit, “How is this my fault?”
“You’re too beautiful,” he said, working his way to your lips. He tossed his ice pack aside and smashed his lips into yours with a sense of messy passion. His hands gripped your hips but then slowly pushed your pantline down so he could start gripping your ass.
“Jason!” You gasped between kisses. “You’re still hurt!”
Back to kissing your neck, his hands were relentless in their quest to touch your naked body. “There is literally nothing on this Earth that can stop me from fucking you right now.” And he meant it.
The sun was blazing down on the private stretch of beach Bruce had somehow secured for the day. The Batfamily was scattered around — some lounging under umbrellas, others playing volleyball further down the sand. Dick had dragged you here with that bright, charming grin of his, insisting you needed “a real day off” and that he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
You were trying to relax on your towel, eyes closed behind your sunglasses, soaking in the warmth. But it was impossible.
Dick Grayson was impossible.
He was wearing a pair of blue board shorts that should honestly be illegal. They were ridiculously short, barely reaching mid-thigh, the bright cyan fabric clinging to his narrow hips and hugging the curve of his ass in a way that left very little to the imagination. Every time he moved, the shorts rode up just a little higher, revealing the strong, toned lines of his thighs and the sharp cut of his obliques.
You tried to ignore him. You really did.
Then you heard the sound of waves and opened your eyes.
Dick was walking out of the ocean, carrying a surfboard under one arm like it weighed nothing. Water streamed down his body in rivulets, tracing every ridge of muscle on his chest and abs. His dark hair was wet and messy, pushed back from his forehead. The sunlight made his skin glisten, highlighting the perfect V of his hips disappearing into those dangerously short blue shorts.
He looked like a fucking fantasy.
Dick shook his head, sending droplets flying, and caught your stare immediately. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. He knew exactly what he was doing. He always did.
Instead of heading straight toward the group, he veered toward you, surfboard still tucked under his arm, water dripping from his body onto the sand. His shorts clung even more obscenely now that they were wet, the thin fabric molded to the prominent bulge at the front and the firm swell of his ass.
“You’re staring,” he teased as he stopped right beside your towel, voice low enough that only you could hear. He planted the surfboard in the sand and stood over you, droplets falling from his body onto your legs. “Thought you were trying to enjoy the sun?”
You swallowed hard and forced your gaze back up to his face.
“I was,” you muttered, trying to sound casual. “Until someone decided to put on the world’s smallest board shorts and play lifeguard.”
Dick’s smirk widened. He crouched down beside you, one knee planted in the sand, giving you an even better view of the way those shorts stretched across his thighs and crotch. Water continued dripping from his hair onto your chest.
“These?” he asked innocently, plucking at the hem of the shorts. The movement made them ride up even higher. “They’re just normal board shorts. Comfortable for surfing.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Why? Are they distracting you?”
He leaned in closer, voice dropping into that husky tone he knew drove you crazy.
“Because if they are… I can always take them off later.”
Your face heated instantly. Dick chuckled softly, clearly pleased with himself, and brushed a wet strand of hair out of his eyes. He let his gaze drag slowly down your body before meeting your eyes again.
He stood back up, giving you one last deliberate stretch that flexed every muscle in his torso, before shooting you a wink and heading toward the rest of the family like he hadn’t just ruined your ability to relax for the rest of the day.
As he walked away, you caught his ass in those tiny blue board shorts — firm, round, and barely covered, the wet fabric clinging to every curve with each step.