content tags: reader is mentioned to have a period but no gender or sex is specified, college au, established friendship, friends to ???, very brief and subtle suggestive comments? but not towards each other, cussing, i just wanted to make something stupid that makes me giggle, this is just pure crack
a/n: baby's first smau so let me know what you think and if you want more parts to this. or don't i can't tell you what to do.
a/n: if you had to look up who Wile E. Coyote is then there's like an 85% chance you're too young to be on my page
you don't get it, I NEED THIS PERFUME, yeah I am the crazy girl of the perfumes, and most of all, the crazy girl of the Arab Perfumes, IT'S A NEED
I just saw this one in the place where my mom makes her nails and GOD I NEED ITTTTT, it's citrus and floral, and has a bit of woody scent that I love because I love woody scents
I asked to feel the scent that is in the little bottle (the sample) and fell in love
I'll let you make a choice! All these are in my drafts.
Dada is in trouble! I was going to post in father's day (Father's day in my country is just in August), but I will post first the one you choose. Kissesâšïž
thanksss @theres-a-bea for tagging me <3 love these questions!!
RULES: if tagged, copy the questions into a new post and let us know your answers!
WHEN DID YOU START WRITING?
i started writing in fourth grade with a school assignment to write a short story! i really wanna go back and find it, i think i'd cryyy reading it! it was called 'claire realizes', very cute lil thing about appreciating your loved ones while they're still here. very existential and fascinating when i consider my development at that age!
then i literally filled up a purple Hannah Montana composition notebook with a longgg story about a dog being sick and needing emergency surgery (i remember distinctly using the word 'prognosis' and feeling like Shakespeare himself was jealous). it's so sweet to look back because it proves that writing has always been such a beautiful coping mechanism for me, my aunt's dog whom i loved sooo so much had to get euthanized, and writing that must have been very cathartic for me!
WHAT FIC DO YOU WISH COULD GET A LITTLE MORE LOVE?
oh goodness... fateful is my baby and my absolute faveee, but i think brighter days deserves love! which is so funny because it has been months since i posted the last chapter. i gotta get on it! i have the whole third chapter drafted! it feels like a betrayal to name just one of them though, oh my god!
FIRST FAMOUS OR FICTIONAL CRUSH?
been wracking my brain to see if there's anyone before this, but nothing is coming to mind sooooo: Troy Bolton. literally loved Troy Bolton BAAAD. point guard?? singer?? dancer? pining so badly for Gabriella? cheesing every time he even looks at her? the YEARNING?? obsessed. set my standards high.
HOW OPEN ARE YOU TO PEOPLE IRL ABOUT WRITING FICS?
open! i'm naturally more introverted so i don't necessarily go around advertising them to people in-person, but i'll have little to no shame talking about it when we get into a conversation. basically anyone who is slightly above 'acquaintance' status in my life (and some of them, too lmao) knows that i write batman fics, including my family members! though family members won't get the link.
WHAT IS A MUNDANE FACT ABOUT YOU?
i'm obsessed with personal care products. haircare products, skincare products, perfumes, makeup. since i'm too poor to keep buying things, i'll spend my free time doing what i call 'window shopping' online by filling my cart at Ulta, Sephora, etc. and obsessively smelling and ranking my perfumes, swatching products, all the things. as someone who is AuDHD, i'm so particular about sensory issues and i have such a fun time curating things that feel fulfilling sensory-wise. if anyone wants recs in any of those categories PLEASE send an ask or something skjflaksjdfsd. desperate to talk about it!
so so sooo fun. probably gonna go search for more question games like this!!
no-pressure tags to keep the good vibes going: @noisylime, @lucblue, @brucewayneisavirgin, @sarcasticwalrus0, @smellingbats, @batmanlovesnirvana, @fanfictionwarrior-chills, @antiswagc0rp, @batlovr, @yohanseyebrowmole, @standwithcap, @killerplink, @browniesforsale, @flawssy-227, @sadesluvr
tried to tag everyone i know that posts fics here on tumblr but i knowww i must've forgotten someone by accident!! anyone who wants to join can <3
oh my god i have no idea how i missed this!!! Thanks so much for the tag Elle <3
When did you start writing?
I remember writing a 42 page twilight fanfiction for a homework assignment when I was 11, that my poor English teacher very kindly marked!!! Aside from that, I was a big reader but I didnât really get into writing until I was 16 when I took Creative Writing as an A Level thinking it would be a fun subject to give me some light relief amongst my other very academic subjects⊠instead I just took it super seriously and it ended up being my best grade!! For my final year coursework I wrote a collection of short stories dealing with themes such as death/grief/loss/self-harm/suicide and got an A* (it was actually a cry for help and should have raised safeguarding concerns but there we go lmao) but after that academia killed my love for writing a bit and I didn't get back into it until literally November last year!!! Having so much fun trying to get better at it :)
Which fic do you wish could get a little more love?
Iâve only posted a one shot on this account (so far!!!) so I guess it would be that!! I also have a twilight long fic in progress which was my baby but I have mixed feelings about it at the moment. Honestly though I'm just writing for myself and trying to hone the skill so engagement isn't something I think too much about! Saying that, I've literally this week started plotting a Jason Todd x reader miniseries which I'm super excited about!!!
First famous or fictional crush?
Ugh FOR SURE Edward Cullen which led immediately into a crush on Robert Pattinson that I donât think Iâll ever get over (considering that itâs been 17 years at this pointâŠ)
How open are you to people irl about writing fics?
NOT at all!! My best friend, my husband, and my aunt are the only people irl who know about my twilight fic, and literally nobody knows Iâve started writing for Brucie⊠oh aside from one friend at work who I got a good vibe from and now we chat fanfiction at teabreak which has been delightful <3
What is a mundane fact about you?
Iâm so boring I canât even think of a mundane fact⊠this is like when youâre in a meeting and they suggest going round the room and sharing something about yourself as an icebreaker!!! Iâm always terrible at those. ummm Iâm really good at crochet, is that mundane enough??
No pressure tags - some of my fave authors at the moment :) @nagumolvr @jtoddsbaby @starl1ghtgr4yson @luviery
I started to find a passion for writing in about 4th grade because that's also when I started to get into reading. I took inspiration from the books I was reading and decided that I also wanted to create something of my own. Similar to what @ellesthots said, I also started to create little short stories for school but would end up adding to them at home. I was really close with my 4th grade teacher so she played a big role in my love for writing. I convinced myself I could write a book a few times in 4th grade but always ended up losing the plot and quitting LMAO
WHAT FIC DO YOU WISH COULD GET A LITTLE MORE LOVE?
Hmm... for me it would have to be 'my little dancer,' 'less,' or 'sick boy.' Most of all, though, 'less.' I love all of my fics and I'm very proud of all my work but that one in particular took me a very long time and I put LOTS of effort in! I just wish it got the same amount of love as my Dick Grayson x reader or Jason Todd x reader fics, but I understand that Damian Wayne maybe isn't as popular a character as those two.
FIRST FAMOUS OR FICTIONAL CRUSH?
Oh god I don't even remember HAHA! This might not have been my absolute first, but when I was younger I had a fat crush on Austin from Austin and Ally. Mr. Ross Lynch was and STILL is fine asf.
HOW OPEN ARE YOU TO PEOPLE IRL ABOUT WRITING FICS?
Guys...this is my guilty pleasure. Not a single one of my friends nor my family members knows that I write fics and I probably won't mention it nor bring it up unless I find out that a friend of mine also writes!
It's not necessarily that I'm "embarrassed," I just like that it gets to be my own little community away from my personal life and that I get to be unfiltered without worrying about people close to me seeing it! I just get to meet new people just like me who also write and have that be that!
WHAT IS A MUNDANE FACT ABOUT YOU?
Again, similar to Elle, I'm fucking obsessed with just being clean. Nothing I love more than taking a good, long shower each morning and night with all my soaps and scrubs and lotionsđââïž. I think that stems from my contamination OCD and my AuDHD, but I also love that it rewards me with baby smooth, good-smelling skin. It's a win and a lose, I suppose.
Like Elle said, I am GLAD to give body care recommendations, or even just plain hygiene tips. If anyone needs advice, I'm your girl don't worry!
no-pressure tags to keep the good vibes going: @harrywing, @starl1ghtgr4yson, @thenewing, @ivysprophecy
When I was 11 my friend said that I should start writing fanfics after I showed him one of my blurbs that I wrote in the middle of a class, so in the same year I started posting in a brazilian fanfic app called "spirit" (cadĂȘ meus manos BRs), but no I don't write there anymore and I deleted all my stories from there (used to post anime fanfics there).
WHAT FIC DO YOU WISH COULD GET A LITTLE MORE LOVE?
Not exactly a fic I wanted to get more love, but this one with Dad!Jason Todd got more than 4k likes and lots of reblogs in my another acc, I feel my heart breaking every time I remember that I'll need to delete and post in my new account (this one) all again, I honestly wanna cry. I love it so much.
FIRST FAMOUS OR FICTIONAL CRUSH?
Velma Dinkley. I am a HUGE Scooby Doo fan since, idk, forever, is my favorite and comfort cartoon since I was a toddler (acording to my parents), Velma is my favorite character (and was my first fictional crush) and she is so cute and pretty and smart.
HOW OPEN ARE YOU TO PEOPLE IRL ABOUT WRITING FICS?
Most part of my friends know, some of them even read some of my works, my sister knows but she never read. If the person likes geek things or books, I usually talk about it. When I was younger I used to hide it, but nowadays I am kinda cool with it.
WHAT IS A MUNDANE FACT ABOUT YOU?
I have a nail polish collection with more than 5 different shades of red, I have 6 different (red) lipglosses and a part of my hair (a peekaboo underlayer hehe) is red; but my favorite colour is purple.
no-pressure tags to keep the good vibes going: @moviecritc @fromrory @starr-jazz @vianawaits @meeisemm
PAIRING Fem!Reader x Roy Harper
SYNOPSIS When you suddenly discovered your boyfriend's secret, your suddenly asked yourself if you really knew him.
WARNING an explosion in the beginning, and miscomunnication, pet names (babe,...). not proofread!
DIVIDER by @uzmacchiato
WHO'SÂ CALLING? Roy Harper + 100 (ex boyfriend)
1k special event
That day you weren't supposed to be there. An explosion in the Gotham National Bank, you went there just to deal with a problem on your uncle's account when everything disappeared in black smoke and fire.
The Joker escaped with the money, Red Hood was the first to reach the place, accompanied by Arsenal. Adrenaline and fear were the main feelings that were running inside your veins, but then the red haired hero held your hand, helped you and other people there.
You were safe now, shocked, but safe, and just wanted to go to your boyfriend's apartment and hug him until you sleep. You just wanted to see Roy.
So you didn't text him before you walked towards his place, you didn't call him when you knocked on the door, waiting for him to open.
That's why, when a little girl with black hair and big curious eyes opened the door, you froze, looking at her.
Because you saw some similarities withâŠ
âWho are you?â Your voice waved, seeing the girl.
âLian Harper.â She murmured like she wasn't certain if she was really allowed to say something in that situation.
âHarper?â You stepped back. âHow-â
âLian?â Steps could be heard behind you, and his voice was loud enough for you to hear, so when you turned around and saw Roy, your Roy, wearing the same suit that Arsenal wears, everything just made sense.
The reason why he always asked you to call him before you went to his apartment.
The reason why he never really told you about his past relationships.
The reason why he âignoredâ your calls sometimes.
âLove⊠I can explain, I swear-â
âYou are a vigilante.â Your voice stated the truth, but your eyes didn't want to believe what you were seeing. âAnd you have a daughter.âÂ
âBabe-â
âDon't..!â You stepped back when his hands approached you. âDon't.â You repeated, weaker now.Â
The rejection stung, deep in Roy's heart and stomach. He loved you, really loved you, but the idea of sharing his dangerous life and messed past with you was terrifying.
And now you have discovered everything.
âI promise I can explain.â He tried again, but you didn't even look at him.
âYou told me you didn't have secrets.â
âI know.â
âYou promised me you would be totally honestâŠâÂ
âI did.â
âYou told me you loved me.â
âI do!â His voice hitches, green eyes looking in total despair. âI do love you, please, let me explain. Let me do something to make it better.âÂ
But you just stepped back again, too scared, too afraid and too overwhelmed.
âYou did a lot already.â Was the last thing you said before you ran away from there, from him.
âDad⊠did I do something wrong?â Lian murmured, her watering eyes looking for some kind of sign that she probably messed up everything.
But Roy just caressed her hair, feeling as sad as his little girl. âYou did nothing wrong sweetheart. She just needs time.â
Five months.
Five months was the time you spent away from Gotham and everything you knew there.
Away from the tall and red haired man you still kept in mind every time you looked at something that reminded you of him.
His favorite coffee, red flowers, a loud laugh. So, when you went back to that dark and cold city, every memory you had with him came back like a freight train.
âShould've have stayed to hear what he wanted to tell me?â You whispered to yourself, standing in front of the door of your apartment, the same one that you abandoned for five months after the day you discovered your boyfriend kept secrets from you.
When you opened the door, everything looked the same, or almost everything, since you didn't remember having all those papers on your floor before.
Someone was throwing letters from under your door, and as soon as you saw the first paper, the rushed handwriting, you knew.
âPlease, let me explainâ
âI don't want to lose youâ
âI know I messed up, but please let's talkâ
âIs it because of Lian? She is a sweet kid, I promise.â
âHey⊠it's been a monthâŠâ
âYou are not answering my calls, please I just need five minutesâ
âAt least tell me you are okayâ
Most of the letters had the same type of phrases. Outside of your kitchen's window, the rest of what once was a beautiful bouquet was sadly untouched.
You got all the letters, and the old flowers, and tucked into the trash before you started to clean your house.
The first day was easy, but the second day, when you went to the supermarket, your eyes found a pair of green ones.
Roy was standing next to the baked good section, his eyes glued to your form.
âYou are backâŠâ
âRoyâŠâ
He suddenly made a movement like he was going to walk towards you, but he stopped.
His hand opened and closed around his own shirt, nervous.
He was usually smooth and outgoing, a charming guy, so seeing him like that was new.
Before he could say something, you turned your back to him and walked away.
That was just the first of a list of coincidences.
And every single one, Roy looked at you like a puppy in the rain.
In the library, he tried to approach you slowly.
In the restaurant, he even asked for your favorite drink for you.
You met him and Lian in the park next to your house.
You were ready to go when you felt a hand closing around yours.
Roy was looking at you.
âPleaseâŠâ His voice broke after the first word.Â
âRoy, this isn't a place for this.â
âThen just give me a chance to explain, I need to know if I can make things work again or⊠or if I just lost you forever.â His fingers held yours tightly, but still gentle. âI just want to tell you everything, I will be honest now, so please, if you just listen to me for a moment.â
You sighed, looking at Lian, playing with some other kids, then at him again. âFine.â
Roy's eyes lit up, pure love and happiness in those eyes that were looking at you just like always.
And that made your chest hurt.
Roy suddenly told you everything. From the beginning, on how he met Oliver, his past relationship and how Lian started to be a part of his life, how he was afraid that, once you knew about everything, you would disappear, just like what happened.
And the whole time, his hand never left yours. And you stayed holding him the whole time.
When he stopped talking and kept looking down, he prepared himself for the worse, for you telling him that you were really done with him.
But all you said was:
âIf we really are going to make this, Roy, I want you to be honest with me.â You squeezed his hand, seeing how his expression was confused.Â
âYou⊠are you really giving me a second chance?âÂ
âOnly if you promise me to never keep secrets from me again.â You said, and as soon as you closed your mouth, he went down on his knees and held you by your waist, repeating âthank youâ a dozen times and promising he would be better.
Because he would truly do everything to make you his again.
âCome here.â He said when he finally stood up again. âI want you to meet Lian, she will love you for sure.â
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I was going to wait for the votes about the ideas (I went to my friend's Lingerie Party yesterday and came back with lots of ideas) but I can't, I am too excited đ
So we're going to have: What did the groom say? (Combo Batboys + Wally + Roy) and They Reacting to the Lingeries your friends gifted you (Dick + Jason + Wally + Roy)
And if anyone has funny questions for "What did the groom say?" feel free to send in the comments (and for which boy you want it) I am going to put 3 for each one
TO BEÂ LOVEDÂ ISÂ TOÂ
BEÂ KNOWN-BATBOYSÂ +Â WALLYÂ +Â ROY
PAIRING Fem! Reader x Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Wally West, Roy Harper (feat Lian acting as a cupid for her dada)
SYNOPSIS When he makes you see how little you accepted from old relationships, and now you are even more in love with the man who always remembers your favorite things.
WARNINGS None, just you being loved in the way you deserve to be. No proofread (too tired but I really wanted to post this today I am sorry), maybe a bit ooc..? Sorry again...
DIVIDER by @uzmacchiato
A/N: I was scrolling on my tiktok one day when I saw a girl talking about how being loved is to be known, how is to be happy when your lover remembers small details about you and the things you like and just makes you realize how good is to have someone who knows you.
A/N: REPOSTED FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT (GOTHAMWING)
You told him once, just once, and you told him more like a fact, not something you really wanted him to remember... but he did anyway.
BRUCE WAYNE - Your favorite restaurants
Bruce has been a gentleman since the first time he invited you out. Always asking you how you were feeling, if you were comfortable or not, if you preferred to go to another placeâŠ
And you always started to tell him your favorite places in Gotham, the restaurants and cafeterias that had a space in your heart. Because a part of you liked to tell that man the things that bring you some comfort, like your favorite food, how you like your coffee or tea and if you like sour or sweet.
His kindness always made you talk a bit too much sometimes.
But you had too many dates with other men to know that he was probably being nice just to get something from you, probably. No one was nice like that.
Or was what you used to think.
On Wednesday you had, probably, the worst morning and afternoon of that whole month. It wasnât a surprise when you started to cry as soon as you stopped in front of the Manor, crying and with your hair all messed up.
Your day at work was terrible, you let coffee spill on your favorite shirt and a headache was threatening to explode your head.
Alfred let you get in, even prepared some comfy clothes for you and prepared a sweet tea, trying to improve your mood.Â
âHave you eaten something, Maâam?â Alfred looked at you, worried. âYou look pale. I can cook some-â
âI am not hungry, Alfred. Thank you.â You tried to smile, but you barely had the strength to.
Lies. You were starving, living that day with some biscuits and coffee.Â
Bruce was still in the company, so he wouldnât be at home until eight at least, and you fell asleep on his bed, with his blankets and pillows, his perfume, embracing you as you were dozing off.
A warm hand woke you up, and you were being admired by warm blue eyes and a small smile. âBruce?â He hummed, still looking at you.Â
âAlfred told me you didnât eat.â When the words âI am not hungryâ were ready to come out of your lips, your stomach betrayed you, growling loudly.Â
All your blood was suddenly coloring your cheeks and you covered your face when you heard him chuckling. âCome with me.â
âTo where?âÂ
âI brought something for you to eat.âÂ
You tried to stay in bed, but he insisted.
And you just gave up trying to stay there.
Bruce held your arm gently, guiding you to the kitchen, where you could see lots of plastic bags on the table.
âWhat-â
âWhen Alfred called me and told me you havenât eaten, and that you looked sad, I thought that some food could help a bit.â He observed you while you started to read the names in the bags. There were different foods from your favorite restaurants, some pastries from your favorite bakery and an ice cream box.
âYou remembered my favorite restaurantsâŠâ
âOf course.â He answered like it was something obvious. âThatâs why I always ask you the places you like and the things you want to eat.â
Your eyes found him. âWhy?â
Bruce was confused, or amused, you didnât really know, but his warm hands found the curve of your waist. âYou need to eat. I worry about your wellbeing and I always want to know how I can help you. I am probably not the best with words, but-â
You didnât let him finish.
You hugged him, hiding your face against his chest and inhaling his perfume. âThis is even better than words, Bruce.â You murmured. âIt means that you really listen to me, and you try to get to know me.â You stepped back just enough to see his eyes. âThank you.â
His lips quickly pecked your forehead, then your cheek and lips. âNo need to thank me, sweetheart. Just, please, let me take care of you.â
DICK GRAYSON - Your favorite singer
When your favorite singer released the new album and posted the tour dates, you were freaking out in your room, deciding between jumping around or throwing everything away.
It was the first time Dick ever saw you so excited since you two started dating, two months ago.
And okay, the singer would be in your country by the end of the year and the selling would start in three months but how could you not be excited? You really wanted to go to that show.
âYou really like this singer?â Dick asked you the day the tour dates were posted.
You stopped, analyzing him. Your ex used to make fun of you because of your musical taste, but Dick asked like he really wanted to hear about it.
Just pure curiosity and awe in his eyes and voice.
So you told him, how this artist literally made you feel alive again, how you loved every single album and song and lyrics, because who doesnât?
You just didn't give it importance, you were just telling your boyfriend about something that he would surely forget soon, right?
Wrong.
Oh, you were so wrong.
Because the day the ticket selling started, you couldn't buy it, too many people on that website, pure chaos.
When you finally clicked to buy it, guess what-
It didn't have the VIP ticket anymore.
âFuck!â You whined, leaning against your chair.
You really tried to act like you weren't sad, you tried, but as soon as Dick arrived your apartment and asked you why you were with that âkicked puppyâ expression.
âI tried to buy a ticket for a singer tour, but sold out.â You sniffed. âNothing important, reallyâŠâ
âYou say these tickets?â Your chin almost fell when you saw your boyfriend holding two payment receipts with the name of the tour on it. Nah, those wasn't receipts.
They were the real tickets, and two of them.
âH-howâŠâ your trembling hands reached the papers like they were made of gold. âI thoughtâŠâ
âI have my secrets.â He winked, pulling you by the waist.
âWhy two?â You let him embrace you, leaning your face under his chin when he answered.
âI am going with you, of course.â
Then you froze, looking at him for a heartbeat.
âBut you never heard the songsâŠâ
Dick scoffed, suddenly getting his cellphone from his pocket and showing you his Spotify playlist.
âI memorized all the songs that are in the set list.â He smiled, enjoying how surprised you were.
You didn't hold yourself back, jumping on him with a hug that made both of you fall on your bed, with him under you.
âThank you.â You murmured against his chest. âThis is really important to meâŠâ
âI know, sweetheart.â He kissed your head. âI know.â
JASON TODD - Your favorite author
Jason wasnât the type of man that was a so-called âloud romanticâ. Or at least was what you thought at first.
He loved you, this was for sure and you would never doubt it, of course. He always did what he could to make you happy, sometimes even surprising you.
The thing is, even if he was not loud, he was observant.Â
You loved to read, gosh, he gave you a collectorâs edition as a gift on your first anniversary just because you talked about that book day and night.
But your new obsession right now was the historical book that your favorite author wrote, making you fall in love with the fancy balls, secretive gazes and shy touches.
Even the kiss between the main couple made you want to cry, and to recreate the scene with Jason because of course you would.
The best day of your life was when you woke up and opened the social media, discovering that your favorite author was coming to Gotham for a book signing event.
And of course you started giggling and kicking your feet on the bed, waking Jason up from his sleep.
âBabe⊠what are you doingâŠ?â
You showed him your cellphone. âThey are coming.â You smiled, big and bright. âThey are really coming, oh my god, I need to go. Jason please, can we go?â You barely gave him time to register. âWe can go wearing clothes like the main couple, we look like them! You look a lot like the male lead, and I look like the female lead as well, a perfect match!â You started to mumble how Jason would look in a frock coat, or a tuxedo, when you just remembered.
Jason hates suits, tuxedos and everything that looks like one.
âThey are uncomfortable.â Is what he always says.
So that day you just stopped talking about it and started your day with him.
The day of the signing session came and you were almost ready to go when someone knocked at your door.
âJason! I thought you would just comeâŠâ Your chin almost fell down when you opened the door. âWhat are you wearing?â
His cheeks were flushed, like always happens when he is flustered, his hair is combed back, neatly slicked back, but nothing too exaggerated. His clothes werenât a frock coat, but he sure was wearing an old fashioned tuxedo that he probably stole from Bruce or asked Alfred for it.
You didnât know if you wanted to kiss him or to faint.
âWhat are you wearing?â He raised an eyebrow, looking at your jeans and a sweater. âGosh, you really want to see your favorite author like this?â
âI didnât know Mr. Darcy would be the one coming to pick me up.â Jason smirked, walking through your apartment as you rushed to your bedroom, trying to think of whatever you have to match Jason.Â
When you finally decide after throwing a sundress on your bed and a long skirt on your chair, you finally picked your favorite dress in your favorite color, then looked at Jason when he offered his hand to you.
âShall we go?â
You accepted his hand.
âYes, Mr. Todd.â You chuckled, walking towards him when he suddenly pulled you closer, making you gasp. âJason, what-â
âYou have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you,â The quote made your heart beat faster, you didnât know if it was because of the words, of his eyes looking at you with adoration or his fresh smell, so different from the leather one.
âAre you really quoting the movie Pride and Prejudice right nowâŠ?â
âMaybe.â He smiled, fondly caressing your cheeks. âBut I am being honest as well. I love you, and I can do whatever you want if it makes you happy, even looking like a penguin.â
âA handsome penguin.â You joked, receiving a peck on your lips.
âShut up.â
TIM DRAKE - Your favorite series
âNo way!â You yelled, laughing and giggling while jumping around and dancing in the middle of Tim's bedroom while he was working on an important case.
âWhat happened?â His lips opened in an amused smile, seeing how happy you are right now, and you just showed your cellphone to him.
âMy favorite animated series will have a new movie. In the theaters!â You squeal, then start to laugh.
If you haven't told him the reason, Tim would probably ask you if you lost your mind.
But he didn't care about you messing his bed in pure happiness. He was happy just hearing your laugh as a background sound.
âI really wanted to go matching clothes and accessories with someone.â You mumble. âYou know, like all those couples that go matching each other as Toothless and Light Fury.â
Tim hummed, and at first you thought he wasnât paying attention to you.
But days later you discovered the opposite.
He called you that day to give you something you apparently forgot there, or was what he told you, but when you opened the door and saw the merch on his mattress, you barely held yourself before jumping on him with all your strength and hugging him.
Tim ordered matching shirts and bracelets that were perfectly still on his bed. Just as you told him.Â
âAre you for real? You really want to wear this with me?â You looked at him, his blue eyes reflecting his own happiness: seeing you happy. âI thought you would find it embarrassingâŠâ
âNothing is embarrassing for me if it makes you happy, dear.â He kissed your cheek, caressing your soft skin after it. âNow⊠should we watch the movie together?â
âAre you sure you wonât feel ashamed and then just leave me there alone?â The question was made as if you were joking, but you were truly afraid.
Because all the ones that came before told you how embarrassed they were to have a girlfriend who liked geek things.
But Tim frowned. âWhy would I ever feel ashamed about something that my girl likes?â He gently taps your head. âYou overthink a lot sometimes, love. I am totally fine, I promise you. Now letâs get dressed, hm?â
DAMIAN WAYNE - Your favorite color
You met Damian during your art classes at the end of high school. And at first, you two worked together as partners when the professor gave activities, and it happened in the middle of a class.
âWhat is your favorite color?â
You looked at him, not quite expecting that question, but you answered anyway, not knowing why he asked that.
Until next week.
âFor you.â He said, unbothered, but handed you a drawing pencil that had a cute and fluffy decoration in your favorite color. âYou said that you lost your pencil, and this kinda matches your energy.â
âOh, you remembered me?â
Damian rolled his eyes, ignoring your tease.
The next week was an eraser.
The other, a cute keychain in your favorite color.
Absolutely everything, all the things he gifted you, were in your favorite color.
It wasnât a surprise for you when, during the break, he found you in the library, writing something in a notebook that⊠wasnât in your favorite color?
Of course he would change that.
âYou really like this notebook?â He asked you as soon as he sat by your side.
You just shrugged, not even looking at him while doing the homework.
âItâs an old notebook, I donât really pay attention to that.â
And he didnât ask you more than that, so you thought that was just his curiosity.
And well⊠you were wrong.
Really wrong.
Because the next day, as soon as you walked in the classroom, you saw it.
A new notebook on your desk.
And, of course, in your favorite color.
DUKE THOMAS - Your favorite drink
It wasnât really something important, but Duke, since he knew you, always noticed that you asked for the same drink in the cafeteria you usually go to together.
You two met thanks to Steph, who is your best friend, but Duke and you grew closer quickly because of the many things you had in common.
It started in the cafeteria, but the first time he invited you to eat in a restaurant, just the two of you, he made sure that everything was perfect.
Because one, he was super nervous to spend time with the girl he likes and on a date, and two, it was his first date.
When you arrived there, you were gorgeous, absolutely stunning.
Enough to make Duke freeze for a second or two before walking towards you and offering his arm to guide you to the table.
When the waiter came closer to get your orders, you were still looking at the drink options when Duke asked for your favorite one.
And your hands just⊠stopped.
Your eyes found him and he noticed your gaze. âI did something wrong?â He asked, worried, but as soon as your shy smile appeared, his worry disappeared.
âHow do you know my favorite drink, Duke?â You asked with a light tone, clearly joking, but his answer made your cheeks burn a bit.Â
âYou⊠always buy the same when we hang out together.â He answers, his ears a bit red and his eyes looking anywhere but you. âI just presumed it was your favorite.âÂ
âAnd you remembered something so silly?â
âItâs not silly if it is about you.â He answered quickly, eyes now glued on yours. âItâs not something silly, why would someone's favorite drink be silly? I mean⊠if itâs your favorite, it's important to you.â
His words made you stop for a moment, not expecting that.
But his words surely made your chest more⊠warm. Gosh, you were already falling for him, why did he need to be so perfect?
âSo if I gave you a list with my favorite things, would you memorize it?â
âAbsolutely.â No hesitation in his voice.
Not a single drop of doubt.
âWhy?â You wanted to know, needed even, why was he trying to make your heart beat faster?
âBecause I like you⊠a lot.â He murmured just for you to hear. âAnd for me, having the chance to know more about you is amazing. Because you are amazing.â
WALLY WEST - Your favorite snack
When you moved in to Central City and met Wally, he naturally wanted to know a lot about the girl who lived next door.
What were your hobbies? What kind of movies do you like? Your favorite colour?
Of course he wanted to know all of that, mainly when you two started to go on dates together, he was such a gentleman that you couldnât help enjoying his proximity.
Still, Wally wanted to know one more thing.
âWhat is your favorite snack?â You looked at the ginger while both of you were cuddling during a movie night.Â
âMy what?â
âYou know, your favorite snack. Like, your favorite potato chips or bag of candies, something like that.â
You stopped for a moment, uncertain on how to tell him this.
âYou donât have one?â He raised an eyebrow, but you just chuckled, looking at the TV again.Â
âI have one, but itâs from my hometown. You donât have this snack here.âÂ
The information was just something you imagined that Wally would let aside, but you added anyway. âI kinda miss it, it was my comfort food.â You told him what it was, telling him how you liked that snack since you were a child, buying it almost every exam day after school to bring you a bit of comfort.
One day you arrived at your apartment after work, tired and just wishing for a warm bath and your bed, and opened the door, seeing Wally holding a big box like an excited kid.Â
âBabe? I thought you would be on patrol-â
âI brought something for you.â In a second you were in the hall, then suddenly you were sitting on the couch with the box on your lap. âOpen it, please, please.â
His smile was big, eyes bright with energy and happiness.Â
So you just opened the box and sawâŠ
âOh Wally-â You were the one smiling now. âYou did not...â His eyes were glued on you, he couldnât look at other things, just to you.Â
âYou told me how work was stressing you a lot these days, so I tried to surprise you.â He leaned his head on your shoulder, seeing you count how many bags of your favorite snack he put inside that box.Â
âYou really ran to my hometown just to buy this for me?â You couldnât hold back your happiness when you looked at Wally.Â
And he just shrugged, like it wasnât something big.
But for you, that was the proof that Wally really pays attention to the things you tell him.
You let the box aside to hug him, arms embracing his neck while his hands found your waist, pulling you to a hug as well. âI love you.â You whisper against his skin. âThank you so much, Wally.â
âAlways here, my love.â
ROY HARPER - Your favorite flowers
When you first met Roy, it was just because you worked in the cafeteria nearby, the same place where they sell the colorful cake pops that Lian likes so much.
You were cute, of course, gorgeous even, but what would you probably want to do with a single dad that was also a vigilante?
âWhat is your name?â After two months of going to that cafeteria religiously every single Friday, Roy became one of your regular clients, and Lian, your favorite one. So when she asked you that, you told her your name. Roy was deciding between an Iced Americano or a Latte. âDaddy thinks you are beautiful.â The man almost let his wallet fall when his daughter told you that. He could swear his face was the same color of his hair, but yours werenât too different as well.
The week later, Lian went again and told you everything about her school and how she loved cake pops and plushies.
When Roy was going to pay for the pastries, he looked at Lian and asked her to wait for him outside.
âShe is really cute.â You told him, getting a smile from him.
âA little trouble, but she is a sweet girl.â He chuckled. âBy the way, I am sorry if itâs a weird question, but do you have a favorite flower?â
The question surprised you, but you answered anyway what is your favorite flower.
In the next week they came again, but now Lian arrived holding your favorite flower to give it to you.
Every.
Single.
Friday.
You started to use them as a decoration on the counter, and Roy seemed pleased when he looked at the flowers.
Gentle smiles and soft touches on hand, or him fixing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
Until it stopped suddenly for a month.
Then for another month.
The visits and the flowers.
He was probably busy, of course. But you couldn't help feeling a bit⊠sad.
When your shift ended, you changed your uniform for your daily clothes and finished cleaning everything, before walking outside, ready to lock the door and go home when suddenlyâŠ
A flower. Your favorite flower. Lying on the ground in front of the cafeteria.
A small note under it written âfind meâ got your attention.
Another flower was next to it, and another, and one more, creating a trail that almost called your name.
If you walked a bit more, and turned right, you would see the park that was used as a meeting place for friends and couples.
You just turned right to follow another flower when you saw him. Roy, holding an enormous bouquet of your favorite flowers and wearing dark jeans that looked new and a black shirt.
God, he looked at you and his heart suddenly started to beat faster.
âRoyâŠ?â
You walked towards him, your eyes following him, then looking at the flowers, then at him again.
âHi, sweetheart.â He smiled sheepishly. âI know I disappeared for some time, but I swear I have a good reason.â
âThat is?â He looked away, cheeks getting red as he tried to not look at you.
âMy job is a bit⊠dangerous. And I was worried you could get caught in this big mess that is my life.â He murmured, now looking at you again. âBut I couldn't take you out of my mind. Every day Lian would ask about you and I kept buying these flowers just to have a part of you closer to me.â He gently offered you the bouquet, praying that you would accept it from him. âI know I am an idiot for disappearing, but if you give me one more chanceâŠâ
You held the gift, making his eyes widen.
âPromise me that you will talk to me from now on?â You murmured, looking for honesty in his eyes.
âIs this⊠a chance?â He smiled, trying to hold back his hopes.
âYes.â You chuckled, holding the flowers against your chest. âYes it is.â
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Tomorrow we'll have a new story from my 1k event, keep tuned đ I'll bring all the ones (from the event) already posted tomorrow, finally have time to do so
PAIRING Mom! Reader x Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Adult! Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Wally West, Roy Harper (separated)
SYNOPSIS You decided to do that Tiktok trend with your children, asking them to say "Shut up, mom!" in front of your husband, just to see his reaction.
WARNINGS Pregnancy mention! (EVERYONE here is in a happy family, nobody's gonna change my mind) - all the children here are KIDS, so the reaction is nothing too harsh, I wanted to do something soft, so everyone (the kids) are under ten. I know the trend has teenagers as well and some dads gets worked up for real, but I didn't want something like this.
DIVIDER by @uzmacchiato
A/N: REPOSTED FROM MY OLD ACC
BRUCEÂ WAYNE
âMom⊠I donât want to do this.â
Your little boy looked at you, eyes almost glimmering with tears, hands slowly fidgeting the hem of his shirt.Â
âItâs gonna be okay, dear.â You kissed his forehead, reassuring him that everything would be okay.
At dinner, you decided to try what you planned with your son, waiting for the perfect moment.
âDear, I saw your math test, do you want to talk about it?â You created any excuse, bracing yourself for what would happen.
âShut up, mom.â He said, his voice almost in a whisper, but you and your husband heard well.
Bruce let his glass down, looking at his son.
âI donât remember teaching you how to disrespect your mother.â
âDad, IâŠâ
âNo, you are going to listen to me now. I donât want this type of behavior in my house-â
âLoveâŠâ You tried to speak, but he kept going.
âAnd if you ever-â
âHoney.â
âTalk to your mother like this again-â
âBruce!â
He stopped, looking at you. âYes?â
You smiled, seeing your son shifting nervously on his chair. âIt was my idea, I just wanted to see your reaction.â
Bruceâs eyebrows raised for an instant, then he frowned and sighed. âYou are a menace.â
âYou love me.â You smiled, but he just nodded and patted your sonâs head gently.Â
âStill a menace.â
DICKÂ GRAYSON
Everything was already decided, and your daughter was waiting for your signal. Pranking your husband is a funny idea, right? And Dick was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, while you and your daughter were in her bedroom.
âSweetheart, why is your bedroom this messy? Go pick up your toys now!â
âMom, I donât want to.â
âHow can you even walk here?â
âOh mom, shut upâ Itâs not that bad!â
Two seconds and Dick was in the bedroom as well, the toothbrush still on his mouth, and toothpaste on his chin and on his shirt.Â
âHey, why are you talking like this to your mother?â He asked, his voice a bit strange since he was talking with the toothbrush between his teeth. âApologize, right now.â
Your daughter laughs when more toothpaste falls on his shirt, and you smile as well. âIt was just a prank, honey, but I think you fell for it.â
He widened his eyes, looking at his daughter. âMy own blood is betraying me!â He whined, faking a cry that made your daughter laugh loudly. âI will get you, you little troublemaker!â He laughed, following your daughter to the living room as she started to run away.Â
JASONÂ TODD
âBut mom, dad always told me to never say bad things to you.â The little girl pouted, holding your hands while looking at you with the same eyes of your husband.Â
âItâs just to see his reaction, sweetie. I promise I will protect you, okay?âÂ
She pouted a minute more before she nodded and walked to the kitchen, waiting for you to follow her.
Jason was sitting at the table, reading a book in the soft light of the kitchen.
You walked towards the fridge, looking for something to use as an excuse, and then you got the empty water pitcher. âLizzie, I already told you to always fill the pitcher if you see it empty.â
âOh, mom, shut up! I told you I will do it later.â
One heartbeat.
And your husband frowned.
âElizabeth Todd!â Jasonâs tone got loud as he closed the book on his hand in a smooth movement, already standing up from the chair. âIs this the education IâŠâ
âDad, mom was the one who told me to do it!â The nine-year-old girl said, bluntly, running away to her room again.
Jason stood still, looking at his daughterâs bedroom, then he looked at you, his wife, that was holding back your laugh.
âI swear, you two are going to kill me.â
TIMÂ DRAKE
âDad is working till late again.â Your son says, looking at you.
Suddenly, the perfect idea comes to mind. You already wanted to try the âShut up, momâ trend with your son and husband, so, why don't you get his attention with this? Tim needs to eat something and ten minutes more and his food will be cold.
After explaining the idea to your son like it was a top mission, you smiled, looking at the home office where Tim was.
âMom, I donât want carrots!â
âYou need to eat carrots.â
âI donât like it!â Your son raised his voice, looking at the room where his father was.
âBut you need to-â
âShut up, mom! I wonât eat it!â You and your son giggled, muffling the sound, then waited for it.
Tim appeared by the door, frowning and looking at your son.
âDonât talk to your mother like this! I donât know what type of video you are watching on the internet, but Iâll make sure to⊠why are you laughing?â
You high fived the boy, finally walking closer to your husband and pulling him with you to the kitchen. âI just wanted to get your attention and to see your reaction, now come here. Your food is getting cold.â
ADULT! DAMIAN WAYNE
âMama, Papa will not like it.â Your daughter said, her sharp green eyes looking at you like two emeralds.
âI know, sweetheart, but itâs just a prank, okay?â You caressed her hair. âMama wonât be sad, and Papa wonât be angry, I promise.â
She raised an eyebrow in the exactly same way Damian does when he is confused, but she agreed.
Damian was in the living room, sitting on the couch with his sketchbook on his legs and a pencil in his hands, when he heard both of you in your room.
âMama, I donât want to!â
âI am just asking for you to help me with this!â
âOh, mama, Could you just shut up?â
The point of the pencil that Damian was holding broke, and his hand stopped for a moment before he closed his sketchbook and stood up, walking to the room where you and your daughter were.
âWhat did I just hear here?â His voice sounded as if he was unbothered, but his eyes were scanning you and your daughter like a hawk.
âPapa! Mama was the one who gave the idea!â
Your husband looked at you, confused, silently asking for an explanation.
âI saw a trend on Tiktok and I wanted to know your reaction.â You smiled, unapologetically.
âDid my reaction satisfy your curiosity?âÂ
âPretty much.â You answered, and he just chuckled, looking at his mini version, then at you again.Â
âBeloved, sometimes I forget how daring you can be.â
DUKEÂ THOMAS
âI donât want to! It 's wrong!â
You chuckled at your son, finding adorable how his eyebrows furrow as he speaks. âSunshine, it wonât be real. Think that we will be pretending, okay?â
âBut mom, I donât want to make you feel sad.â
Cupping his face with your hands, you smiled at him. âI wonât feel sad, because I know you donât mean it.â
âPromise?â
âI promise.â
So thatâs how you convinced your son to do the trend you saw. Duke and you were watching TV together, and then you saw your son walking to his room. Just like you two planned.
âTidy up your room okay? Itâs a mess!â
âShut up, mom!â And he slammed the door.
Duke was shocked, his eyes widened like he wasnât believing in what just happened in front of him.
He stood up, the movie still playing on TV, and headed to your sonâs bedroom. âHey, come here. Letâs talk for a moment.â
The door opened a bit, revealing your son, looking a bit worried.
âI donât know where you learnt this, but saying this type of thing to your mother is wrong. What will you do now?âÂ
âI am sorry, mom.â
You hugged Duke from behind. âDuke, my love, it was just a trend. I was the one who convinced him. Donât be angryâŠâ
âBut mom, dad is right. Saying this to you isnât cool.â
Duke smiled, proud, then hugged you and your son at the same time. âThatâs my son.â
WALLYÂ WEST
âWe are going to prank your dad, okay?â You smiled, seeing the twins, a girl and a boy, nodding happily. Pranks are something pretty common in your house, since you married Wally West, and this time you asked your kids to do the Tiktok trend with you.
So, you were all in the living room, when you looked at the twins, that nodded at you.
âKids, I want you to do the dishes and to fold the clothes before night.â
âThis is so boring!â The boy said, huffing.
âAnd I am telling you to do it.â You added, already expecting a reaction.
âOh mom, shut up.â
âYeah, stop being annoy-â
You couldnât even hear the rest of your daughterâs phrase since both of the kids and your husband disappeared in a heartbeat.
âOh my⊠Wally!â You yelled, running upstairs to the room you shared with your husband.Â
When you opened the door, you saw Wally scolding them, who were sitting on the bed looking more like sad puppies than the two mischievous kids that like to play tricks around the house.
âAnd if I dream that you two said that to your mother again, IâŠâ
âWally, my love.â You walked towards him, holding his arm. âIt was just a prank, they didnât tell me that for real.â
The red-haired stopped, looking at you, then at the two little troublemakers. âYouâŠâ He laughed. âYou better start running.âÂ
The twins laughed, running away like their lives depended on it.
âAnd you, sweetheart,â he looked at you, âbrace yourself for my next prank.â
ROY HARPER (FEAT. LIAN HARPER)
Lian frowned. âBut⊠you want me to tell you to shut up?â
You smiled, holding Lianâs hands. âBut mom, I donât want to say this to you, I like you a lot.â
Gosh, how you wanted to squeeze her for being so cute. You were her stepmom, but since day one Lian called you âMamaâ with no hesitation in her voice.
âI like you a lot too, angel. And I promise you, nothing bad is gonna happen.âÂ
So you started, waiting for Roy to stay in the living room while you and Lian were in the kitchen.
âLian, please, I already asked you twice to help me with the house choresâŠâÂ
âShut up, mom! I donât want to do it now.â
Lian barely finished talking when Roy called, his voice a bit cold. âLian Harper, to your room, now.â
âBut..â
âNow!â He repeated.
Her eyes widened, looking at you as if asking for help.
âRoy, I told her to do it. No need for that.â He looked at you, surprised, then sighed. âLian, come here.âÂ
The girl ran to him, being held in his arms just when she came closer. âYou like your mother, right?â
Lian looked at you, then nodded. âYes.â
âThen,â Roy started, kissing her head, âhelp me to protect her, okay? She is really important to me. And never say things like that again.â
âYes, dad!â The happiness in Lianâs voice made you smile genuinely, walking closer to them. âYou are important to me as well.â
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WARNINGS Just fluff here, nothing more, established relationship.
SYNOPSIS After a hard mission, you and Tim decided to stay in your shared safehouse for some days, together, just you two, an old place and all the domesticity in the world.
DIVIDER by @uzmacchiato
A/N: This was a request from my special 500 followers! (From last year, I know I AM SO SORRY)
A/N: REPOSTED FROM MY OLD ACC
Tim hummed when you caressed his dark hair. No, it seemed more like a purr from a sleepy cat, nuzzling in your skin.Â
âLetâs get up, sleepyhead.â You smiled when his left arm embraced you by your waist, making you get closer to him. âFive minutes.â He murmured against your hair and you swear you felt his lips extending in a smile. But you couldnât even complain, just leaning into his embrace while your head fit perfectly in the safe space of the curve of his neck.Â
âYou smell like coffee.â Tim mumbled, opening his eyes when a streak of sunlight greeted him by the window. âAnd home.â
âThatâs because our safehouse smells like coffee, dummy.â You looked at him, at the blue eyes that were looking back at you. Tim laughed, his free arm moving closer.
His right hand flew gently to your cheek, caressing the soft skin there before pulling you closer.Â
âTim, we have toâŠâ
âShhâŠâ He whispered, still admiring your face even when he was almost sleeping again. âCanât we stay like this till night, and then still stay like this when morning comes?âÂ
The warm feeling in your chest almost made your heart melt, almost, because you knew that this domestic life won't last long.Â
âWe have to get up.â
âWe donât have to work today.â You felt his fingers on your head, massaging slowly and taking all your worries away. âHonestly, we donât have to work for some time.â
âTwo weeks, Drake.â
âA lifetime.â You rolled your eyes, wanting to get up but being held now for a pair of legs that intertwined with yours. âStay.â The position you two were now after Tim moved, your back against his bare chest, permitted you feeling his heartbeat on your spine. Fast, the opposite of his situation, beating as if he just drank the whole bottle of coffee. âI want you here.â He kissed the nape of your neck, not flirtatious, just there, showing you that he would stay there as long as you wanted him to, while holding you in his arms.
Your hand touching him was the sign that he needed, closing his eyes again, ready to sleep for a bit more with you by his side when he heard your voice.
âBut youâll vacuum the house later.â âHe laughed, squeezing you.
âDeal. And I will wash your hair too if you let me stay like this till afternoon.â
You just hoped that day would never end.
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