I adore your teddy!verse! Can I request teddy holding newborn Tilde for the first time and vowing to love her forever? And definitely not Jason and reader tearing up
Bruce held Teddy's hand and squeezed gently, "You okay?" he hummed, kneeling. It had been a long couple days. When his baby sister decided that 2am was the perfect time to start coming, the poor kid had gotten up in the morning to find his grandpa, his aunts and uncles, and Alfred but- no mom and dad.
Then, to top it off, They'd just been gone. Not really able to talk very much. He'd been excited, sure. But waking up to find you both gone without waking him up had been upsetting. And now that he was coming to meet the baby, he wasn't sure how to feel.
"Mama's still gonna love me, right?" he whimpered.
"Have you met your mother?" he teased. "Did you hear her on the phone? She loves you, buddy. And so does your dad. And so does everyone else- Matilda is just going to be very little. And very fragile. She's going to need a lot of looking after, okay?" He wiped a tear off his face and smiled. "I know you're your mom's biggest fan. But I promise, no one will ever be a bigger fan of you than your mom."
"But-"
"I promise," he said gently. "She and your dad are going to love you, didn't they promise you that?"
He nodded, smiling a little, hugging his book a little closer.
"And have they ever made a promise they didn't keep?"
Teddy shook his head and Bruce hugged him, "Then let's go meet Matilda, huh?"
And when they stop at the threshold of your hospital room, Bruce feels his chest ache when Jason carefully lifted up his son to hug him before gently putting him on the bed where you're holding the baby.
"Be gentle," Jason said, ruffling his hair. "The girls have had a long day."
"Hey Teddy Bear," you laugh, pulling him close, kissing his face and making him giggle.
"Ma!" he protested, snuggling into your side anyway.
"Whatcha got, Dude?" Jason asked, taking the book Teddy held out. A tattered copy of Matilda. It looked like it had been through a war. Held together with tape and hope. One you'd given to him. One you'd carried with you when you were little and scared. And when you were homeless and living in a van. The one you'd kept to remind you that you deserved to be loved. And he smiles.
"I wanted Tilde to have it," he murmured, flushing.
You make a soft noise and kiss his head, "You don't want it anymore?"
"I'm not little anymore, mama," he said, looking at the tiny, wrinkled bundle in your arm.
"You're always gonna be little to your mom," Jason chuckled, kissing your head.
"Do you want to hold her?" you ask, snuggling your son.
"But I'll hurt her-"
"No you won't," you soothe, "Com'ere." You let Jason take her for a second and situate Teddy so you can help him support her head. "I'll help you, kay?"
He nods and Jason gently lays her in his arms and adjusts him, "Good job, dude," he rumbled. "Just like that kay?"
"Why's she so wrinkly?"
"Babies are just like that for a while- then they get chubby," you answer, kissing his head.
Teddy considered that for a second and bent down, very carefully to kiss her forehead. The same way you do when you tuck him in. "Love you Tilde," he murmured.
And Bruce is almost thankful Jason is too busy with his kids to be worried about him. Because he isn't sure he could say anything without choking back tears. And he's got time to take pictures.
"Hey, old man," Jason said, giving him a tired smile.
"Everything okay?" Bruce said, swatting Jason's hand away and hugging him.
"Happy and healthy," he said exhaling slowly, turning to watch you with his children, his heart stuttering when you make use of your free hand to open the battered book to read to them. "When Teddy lets her go-"
"I can wait," Bruce chuckled. "Far be it from me to stand between a boy and his book."
Can I have a batboy x reader (your pick) with "I lost our baby" and "it's six o'clock in the morning you're not drinking vodka" please?
Hope this is good! @princessselene04
The Manor was hauntingly quiet, with the exception of Alfred’s soft humming as he tended to his early morning schedule. You had begged Jason to come with you to the Manor for the weekend after you were invited; his beef with Bruce and Tim were becoming aggravating at this point. You don’t know how you did it but you finally got him to agree to go along with you, with his promise of not talking to anyone aside from Cassandra or Babs.
You were asleep in one of the guest bedrooms, unwinding in a bed that cost three times your monthly salary. A luxury you savored, even pretending the Manor was your own and you were in fact the billionaire. But there were noises that kept creeping into your dreams.
In one of the living rooms, Jason, Dick and Cass sat in a circle, with a tall bottle of vodka in the middle.
“Tonight, we seperate the boys from the men.” Jason said as he poured the vodka into shot glasses. They rose their glasses in cheers and downed the clear liquor like water. After a three shots, Dick began to babble in a incomprehensible dialect known only to himself and after his fourth shot, he collapsed onto the couch. Jason and Cassandra pushed on like soldiers until the bottle of vodka was no more.
“What a weak bottle, I barely have a buzz going on.” Jason said, his face turning red. Cassandra smirked, and retrieved a bottle of sake from behind her chair.
“You sneak.” Jason scoffed. The two did their cheers, and gulped the drink, ignoring the burn it left. Cass still held herself, aside from a few giggles and hiccups here and there but as for Jason, his fifth shot proved to be lethal. He began to babble and turned the beautiful living room into disarray. He even felt it was a good idea to climb on the chandelier to swing on, but resulted in damage to the ceiling and him falling. The crash woke you up and your instincts let you know it was Jason up to something.
You rushed to the living room, half angry your last morning of good sleep was interrupted and you were greeted to the sight of Cassandra imitating a swan, Dick passed out on the cough and Jason imitating Superman. You felt the vein in your temple pulsate, and you clenched your fist. Jason saw you and greeted you in his babbling dialect and you looking unimpressed.
“It’s six in the morning, you’re not drinking vodka.” You said in disbelief. Somehow Jason didn’t comprehend.
“I lost our baby.” He whined in plain English. Neither of you have kids, but with this behavior you wondered if you just adopted three of them.
Ship please? I'm 18 Aries 5'3" brunette with green eyes. I have five siblings of which I'm the eldest and most responsible. I'm usually really nice but can get extremely sarcastic when I'm uncomfortable. I have trouble expressing my emotions (possible anxiety and depression) but am always loyal and genuine. I often need reassurances/affection from others even though I pretend I don't. I love to read, write, sing, paint, and am a huge history nerd. I want to be a creative writer or journalist
I ship you with…
Wally!
The first thing that would draw him to you is your responsibility and caring nature for others. At first his advances would be just like he would be with any other girl, with you retorting with sarcastic and snarky comments. But after getting to know you better, he would always be there for you, and give you reassurance when you need it. One thing he would really enjoy is listening to you sing.
Batboy Ship please? Im 18 Aries 5'4" brunette with green eyes. I have five siblings of which I'm the eldest and most responsible. I'm usually really nice but can get extremely sarcastic when I'm uncomfortable. I have trouble expressing my emotions (I have anxiety and depression) but am always loyal and genuine. I often need reassurances/affection from others even though I pretend I don't. I love to read, write, sing, paint, and am a huge history nerd. I want to be a creative writer or journalist
Of course! <3 @princessselene04
As a journalist, okay intern, you always desired to get the latest scoop on one of the Waynes, especially the big man himself: Bruce. On a gofer run getting all of the coffee for the journalists, you ran into the next best thing: one of his sons. Of course he bumped into you, and offered to clean you up and escort you back to work so you wouldn’t be late. Your pretty green eyes were enough to send him swooning, and next thing you know you had the Wayne son’s number in your phone.
Five siblings? You too? Do you have an annoying brother who’s cat gets its fur all over your stuff? Or a brother who pulls a gun each time he loses on family game night? No? Well, Tim could still relate, though he’s technically the middle child.
With you being an Aries, and he a Cancer, you both were like yin and yang and fire and water. You being a fire sign adds a lot of steam and passion to the relationship, and he brings nurturing care to it. The loyalty you posses also prompted Tim in trusting you with his secret identity as Red Robin. He trusts you, and that’s something he deeply values in you.
Tim can see through your “I don’t need affection” charade, especially as time went on. He’d do little things such as calling you pet names like “honey” or “pumpkin”, or leave little notes around for you with hearts and I love yous.
You two nerds can sit around and geek about history for hours on end. Tim would even cuddle with you as you both watched historical documentaries and films. Though half way into the film you both are already making out.
Your trouble expressing emotions never bother Tim, but he does try to work with you in expressing them a bit more, especially if your depressed. Having depression himself, Tim is very understanding of how you may be feeling, and even gives you space when you need it. But he will also try to have you talk about how you feel, or talk of things that make you happy to take away some of the sadness for the night.
If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications ✔ anonymously or not :) let's get to know the person behind the blog ❤️
Okay!!!
1) I am 1000% a cat person! (I don’t understand dogs)
2) I have a jack-o-lantern shaped pillow that I named Turnip, for reasons
CRESS: Who would you be if you could be someone else for a day?
I don’t have specifics in mind but I’d just want to be someone with as different of a background as me as possible so I can understand diverse experiences and find some way to write more authentic characters who aren’t just versions of me HDSKUGHSLK
MICHELLE: Are intentions or outcomes more important when judging whether actions are immoral?
Oh heck this is a toughie because it’s definitely both. Like it really depends on the circumstances, I guess. But honestly I think that outcomes weigh more into it because the outcomes affect more people? If that makes sense?
5. Have you ever written anything you would’ve backclicked if it’d been written by anyone else?
hoo hoo hoo have i
fortunately most traces of those works have been purged from this world. i didn’t actually become an okay writer until like, late 2016, so anything before that is probably not so good
that combined with the fact that i actually cannot read things i wrote is kid of uncomfy
10. Have you ever intentionally written a character as OOC to fit with a kink/prompt/story idea?
I mean i like to think that i stay pretty faithful to canon but when there isn’t canon to work from i totally just start making up my own stuff. @samisnotbritish all of tango’s characterization in the later bits of crime hell point to this, yes?
Hey love your work! 😍😍 Would would please write a Peter Parker x reader where they're in an established relationship? Maybe she's related to one of the other avengers? Just cute fluff with some humor would be great (also if you could please tag me in it when it's posted? If not that's totally fine too)
Hello teapot! It’s in the queue right now, thanks for requesting! (Thank you for the compliments xx)
