#Babs is not happy with the both of them keeping it a secret | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

flamingpudding · 6 months

Text

Part 14 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

>>Masterpost >>AO3

<<1 Previous Next

The secrets we keep for others

Dick wanted to curse Talia. He really wanted to do that but he only did so in his mind. Damian was on to them now. He knew it in the way his little brother was following them. In the way he watched Bruce and him in his calculated way. It was only a matter of time until Damian would truly attempt to confront one of them.

And the likelihood that it would be him instead of Bruce was high. Even if Bruce was Damian's father, Damian tended to come to him first.

Dick also knew that he most likely provoked that himself. The moment Talia had mentioned teal and orange, he knew he had tensed ever so slightly knowing exactly who she was hinting at. Damian must have caught on to that. Especially as Damian had unconsciously repeated Talias last words to him on their way back from patrol.

It would be fine in other cases. But they had too little tidbits of information, nothing valid but more speculations they worked out with barely any worthwhile data. Dick had butted heads with Bruce because of this. They had fought over it until he got the man to leave his office and at least share the little bits they could confirm for sure. Danny's little bit of history they had as well as the existence of that governmental branch, were the two things they discovered with valid information.

Everything else was nothing more than speculations, theories built on corrupted data they barely managed to recover.

Even now as he sat on a couch with crossed arms and pouting watching Cass and Danny interacting with each other. He knew that Babs was working on recovering more of the corrupted files they managed to drag from a highly protected governmental server before it locked them out again. It was frustrating to say the least.

Damian was sitting next to him staring holes into his being while also keeping an eye on Cass and Danny. Just like with Duke, Danny didn't appear to mind their sister at all now. She inched closer to the child slowly and carefully, the kid not once hissing at her completely opposite to what happens when Dick got close to the child. He was allowing her as close to him as he let Damian and Alfred.

He pouted a little bit more as he noticed the side eye Cass gave him as she held out a hand to Danny and the little boy took it with a confused tilt of his head. The boy glanced over to Damian as if unsure what to do before Dick saw the telltale spark in the boy's eyes that Damian also had when he got an idea. He watched how Danny moved Cass' hand so her open palm faced him and he started to trace something while making small chirping noises.

It was only the four of them at the moment. But that was fine, it meant Danny wouldn't get too overwhelmed. He would get more and more used to all their presences like this. Somehow during their patrol last night Cass had gotten closer to Danny than any of them had besides Damian. It was good in Dicks opinion, it meant that Danny was slowly but surely opening up to them as well as starting to trust them. It would also mean that Damian would start to untense too.

It was obvious to them all of how protective and clingy Damian was with his apparently de-aged twin. He barely let Danny get out of his sight. Danny starting to trust them more would also mean Damian could relax more. But that would also mean that his little brother could turn his focus to other things.

Like trying to get information out of Dick.

"Richard." He knew that tone. Baby Bat wanted answers to the unspoken question that hung in the air since their encounter with Talia.

"Not now Dami." He could lie, say he didn't know what she was hinting at. That they didn't have a lot of information on teal and orange. Damian would believe him for the moment, trust him that he would share any information they find later on or maybe even start trying to gather information on his own.

Dick doubted that if Dami went to try and get any information on his own that he would get any further than they had. Bruce was still working on the governmental server they had gotten locked out of, several times now and all they ever recovered were corrupted files with too little information they only managed to withdraw after hours of running recovery programs specially designed and made by Babs and Bruce in tandem. It was a wonder that they hadn't involved Tim yet but considering what they were discovering it was also better that they hadn't.

He could lie and Damian would be none the wiser but at the same time he knew he couldn't do that to his little brother. No, not only Damian, to any of them. Dick knew it wasn't just Damian. Tim was buried in an investigation that had started out as curiosity over the note but got more and more serious the more he managed to discover and make connections. The book he found was the key item in it. Jason was returning to the Manor every night for days now, he had tried several times now to get Dick alone and he knew perfectly well why. Steph started to help Tim while Duke and Cass appeared to attempt to take some load off Damian by caring for Danny.

If they all came to him, he wouldn't care about what Bruce had decided about what to do with the little bits of information and speculation they had found.

But until then his siblings deserved to have a peaceful and unbothered time with Danny. Deserved to interact with him worry free and not biased or with a judgment clouded by heavy emotions. They shouldn't be forced to hide the rage behind smiles whenever they see this de-aged but still somewhat carefree child. Because Dick knew his siblings weren't as good as him with that.

He knew what kind of reaction each of them would most likely have. Especially with the way they had become attached to their new little brother. If they learned about Bruce's, Barbara's and his suspicions. Things wouldn't be as peaceful as they were now.

"When?" Tilting his head slightly towards Damian with a smile, he ruffled his little brother's hair. The other scowled clearly, not happy with the fact that Dick wasn't giving him the answers he wanted. The look in the younger eyes was telling. Good that the files on Danny were all on a sparetared file space on the bat computer only Babs, him and Bruce had access to. For once the old man's paranoia was going to play into their favor. Damian wouldn't find them when he snuck out later at night to search through the batcomputer files.

It was better this way.

He would tell his siblings when the right time came. Until then, he would keep the little pieces of recovered data a secret. They didn't need to know yet about the suspicions of what happened in the time frame between Danny being reported missing then reported dead and his appearing in Jason's apartment.

They didn't need to know about the corrupted sound files that were nothing but static before Babara managed to recover a little part of nothing but five seconds of a teen screaming his throat raw that he was himself. A heavily pixelated image that after hours of processing through recovery programs displayed only a small bloody section of a vivisection while everything else in the image was still heavily distorted or glitched. There even was a little video clip they managed to recover, not even a minute long and heavily distorted by the corruption.

But Dick had not dared to watch it.

Bruce's way of handling the situation was already bad enough as it was but it was getting worse the more they managed to recover. Absentmindedly he kept ruffling Damian's hair with a smile plastered on his face at his little brother's scowled. Yeah, even if Bruce's way of handling the information was not the best, for now it was better for them not to know, even if Babs' reprimanding words ringed in the back of his mind. It was only a matter of time before this would come to bite them, he knew it. And he threaded the moment his siblings would discover it whether it be through them finally sharing their suspicions or his siblings discovering it on their own. Or worst of all, Danny remembering it himself.

248 notes · View notes

msfantasy-comics · 6 months

Text

The Family Meet and Greet

Damian Wayne x Reader

Request/Summary: Hey hun! I wanted to send in a request for Damian Wayne x reader. Maybe reader being introduced to the family/the family finding out about them?

A/n: Honestly I can’t tell if the picture is Tim or Damian.

Masterlist - Tip Jar

Damian is a pretty private person and doesn’t intend to do an awkward meet and greet with his beloved girlfriend.

He knew that all of his family members would find out one way or another anyway.

Dick Grayson:

It wouldn’t take a genius detective to know that Damian is asking for advice for his love life.

Damian sits in his hero costume, hunched over as his legs dangle over the side of the building. His eyes evade Dicks, a red hue spreading across the tips of his ears.

A soft smile embellishes Dicks lips as he sees his younger brother whom is typically egocentric, now looking timid and shy for the first time ever.

“So my friend started seeing someone recently and he had this dilemma on if he should keep seeing her or not because on one hand he has all this baggage he doesn’t want to burden her with and on the other hand he just can’t bring himself to break things off with her.”

“So this girl your seeing-“ Damian’s eyes bulge, snapping his neck towards Dick, acting too defensively.

“Ugh, are you not listening Grayson? I said it’s about my friend.”

“Right, right, I forgot. My bad…” Dick think’s carefully on his words. “Sounds like your friend is a classic over-thinker. Relationships are far from logical, it’s all based on feelings. It might be hard for your friend, but just enjoy it for what it is.” Damian sits and stares off over the Gotham skyline looking unconvinced. “Look Dames, there is no right answer. Just do what feels right.”

Leaning back into his palms he stares in amusement at his beloved younger brother continues pining in anguish.

“So… how long do we keep pretending that we aren’t talking about you? Can I see a picture?” Damian rolls his eyes with a sigh, sliding his phone out of his pocket, he taps on the screen silently before shoving his phone into Dicks hands.

There laid the image a happy couple. Damian’s arms wrapped around your shoulder. The dark city filtering behind the brightly lit couple, forever captured in permanent laughter.

Dick, initially keen to tease the cheesy photo before him, now silent in pure aw to see the genuine smile, Damian’s eyes lit in adoration.

“Do not tell anyone Grayson. I will share the news when I am ready.”

Tim Drake:

The little rat has been acting rather odd.

Tim tried talking about it to Dick but he just kept evading his questions by pathetically redirecting his attention with someone else’s random drama.

They’re both acting weird and secretive, and there is no way Tim is going to be kept out of such an intriguing mystery.

Usually Tim would just stalk his targets, but this is Damian we are talking about. It is incredibly difficult, if not impossible to track Damian without him noticing. Starting with Damian’s social media, Tim pin points all of the photo locations and begins to visit each site one at a time. He hacks the local cameras and reviews the footage from around the date the photo was uploaded.

Low and behold, footage of Damian smooshing his face into another ladies face….

Whelp, Tim was certainly not expecting to see such a DISGUSTING display of affection. YUCK.

He didn’t even know the rat could even feel those types of feelings.

Tim, now laying on his bed cuddled up to a pillow is looking… traumatised.

Sometimes, it’s better just not to know.

Barbara Gordon

No freaking way.

Barbara could not believe her very eyes.

When completing a Internet background check on the Wayne family to scrub any suspicious allegations or accusations, Babs found the Holy Grail of finds.

An account with a mysterious woman with months worth of photos with the Wayne’s local angsty brat, Damian Freaking Wayne.

When completing a generic photo match search. Lovey, dovey poses with Damian and a girl by the name Y/n flashed up on the screen.

This is juicy! To tell Bruce or not to tell Bruce, that is the question.

Jason Todd

Disgusting. Absolutely foul.

It’s a random Tuesday evening when Jason jumps roof tops only to discover a couple making out all hot and heavy.

Their bodies tangling together as the man rips his shirt off. The girl sliding her hands along his abdomen before landing on his belt buckle.

The man then slides his hands from the back of her neck to her ass, giving it a needy grope before sliding his hands to the back of her thighs, lifting the woman with ease and pressing her against the wall.

This is hilarious, they have no idea Gothams most infamous Vigilante has caught them about to get down and dirty on Gothams roof top.

Jason sat down and ate his figurative pop-corn in humourous delight, until his eyes adjust.

“Ain’t no FUCKING way!” Jason yells, humours delight now churning into a disturbed nausea. He swallowed the bile raising up in his throat.

Pulling out his phone he calls Damian. Panting breaths filter through the phone, only furthering Jason’s disgust.

“What?! I’m in the middle of-“

“I know what your in the middle of you sick bastard! Take it indoors!” The line goes quite for just a moment. “Little freak, your family patrols the roof tops you know, ugh, I can’t - I’m having a flash back to Selina and Bru- ugh I’m gonna vomit.”

Duke

“Finally!” Duke announces, hoping over the back of the couch and sprawling out on the soft cushions of the plush couch. Without a second to spare Duke switches the TV on to watch the latest episode of his favourite show.

“Thomas-“

“No talking!” Duke wholesomely announces, crossing his arms over his chest.

“My phone… forget it.” Damian grumbles, seeing Dukes eyes glued to the TV. Squishing further into the cushions, Duke feels the uncomfortable poke of a hard object pressing into his rib.

Wrenching the wretched object from its place, Duke holds a phone. His haphazard fingers pressing into the screen which lights up and shows the text of a person named Y/n.

Y/n: Can’t wait for our date tonight, I miss your handsome face xx

Dukes cheeks heats up, seeing a private message he shouldn’t have seen. Damian is incredibly private and may murder Duke for accidentally learning something he wasn’t suppose to.

Wiping any evidence of his fingers touching the phone Duke places the phone back between the cushions.

Best if he just abandons his show for now for a tactical retreat.

Bruce Wayne

God, why are his kids so weird?

Seriously? Out of all 20 of them, not a single one was normal…

Sitting at the head of the dinner table, he watches his children talk amoungst themselves in weird cryptic speeches.

“Do you know what I know?” Tim asks intensely, the broccoli wedged on his fork, pointing at Dick, who stares back wide-eyed.

“I don’t know anything … why what do you know?” Dick says scanning the rest of the room to see if they somehow knew what Dick was referring to.

“I can’t share what I know, but just know it. Is. Juicy.” Babs announces with a sly and taunting grin.

“I don’t know anything, I didn’t even want to see it. Oh god, I’m feeling queasy.” Jason says crossing his arms over his stomach.

“IDidntSeeAnythingEither.” Duke announces quickly, and begins to quickly Hoover his dinner.

Damian sighs, massaging his temples at his idiotic siblings.

“So I take it that you have all found out about Y/n?” Bruce asks calmly, slowly sawing into the plump steak on his plate.

The room falls dead silent as all heads turn towards Bruce, surprised that he knew and surprised that he had the guts to say what everyone else was thinking.

“Father, how do you know about Y/n?”

“… I’m Batman.”

#dc imagine #dc x reader #batboys #batboys imagine #batboys x reader #Damian Wayne x reader #Damian x reader #Robin x reader #Damian Wayne imagine #Damian imagine

3K notes · View notes

ew-selfish-art · 1 year

Text

My brain is unwilling to let go of Twin AU prompts. Sorry for the long post lmao.

Jazz and Jason are getting pretty serious in their relationship, and honestly, they’ve both been hesitant to introduce their family members to one another despite constantly talking about them. They’ve been dating since she started her doctoral studies at Gotham U and she’s about to defend her dissertation, so it really is about time. He saved her in her first week as the Red Hood and he immediately felt at home with her (something, something liminal), she runs into him the next day at a coffee shop and thanks him for taking the time to help her.

Identities are obviously blown. Jason knows that her brother works in ‘politics’ and her younger sister is a travel blogger, and that the three of them don’t talk to her mad scientist parents anymore. Jazz knows that he came back from the dead, his adoptive family had a slew of issues in addition to their hero-complexes and that he would be prepared to kill for any one of his siblings. Their communication skills are top notch.

But then came the issue of actually meeting the family. Like Jazz knows all of the drama between the siblings but could not pick them out of a line up, or more importantly, know who to talk to if an emergency situation came up. Jason agrees, that yeah, it would probably be for the best if he could at least identify her little brother and sister if they had to like, meet at hospital or something.

So that was the plan. Invite just siblings over to their shared apartment, no parents and no fuss. (She even called Danny ahead of time to tell him not to portal straight into the apartment, he needed to walk in the door like a normal person. They could share Ghost King secrets later.)

Tim arrives first, he’d been working a case nearby and Jazz & Jason live pretty close to a nice coffeeshop, so he stopped along the way. He’d done some creeping to figure out that she drinks Chai so he brought one for her. Creepy and yet, endearing.

Ellie comes in second from the window, launching into a story about how annoying it was to find the place with all the gloom, didn’t this city have any respect for the dead? Tim doesn’t get it but Jason is laughing along so Tim files it away for later.

Dick comes in with a shit ton of Pizza he panic ordered, a fruit bouquet and two bottles of wine from Bruce’s cellar. Duke came along with him, a large tupperware of Alfred’s cookies.

Then Steph, Babs and Cass show up, immediately treating Jazz like family while also being hella suspicious about the whole thing. She notices them looking at her hands and Jazz explains that no, they weren’t doing this because Jason proposed. Steph and Cass are annoyed at Jason but tell Jazz she could do better if she wanted. Babs is happy they aren’t rushing into anything (she’s the only one besides Tim that knows how long they’ve been dating- this is just to throw out a red herring for the others)

Everyone is getting along and having a great time, Ellie being a natural entertainer along side Dick, everyone trying to tell embarrassing stories about Jason. Loud noises are coming from the hallway when they realize that neither Damian nor Danny had arrived.

Rushing out the door, the boys are alternating putting each other into choke holds and arguing about not being clones. Danny keeps phasing out of Damian’s grip and Damian keeps pulling out more knives. The hallway looks like it had been blown up and the two are continuing to yell at one another about going to a family dinner. Jason and Jazz just stare at them from the doorway, and wouldn’t you know it, they look like fucking twins.

Jazz grabs Danny, Jason grabs Damian, and everyone is fucking confused. Both sides of the family can confirm growing up with the twins, that neither are a clone. Ellie helpfully supplies that she’s the clone and that opens a whole other bag of chaos.

Eventually they get everyone to sit down for dinner and the night gets weirder from there.

#dc x dp #dc x dp fic #twins au #danny and damian are twins #anger management #jason and jazz just wanted a chill night why is that never possible #Damian and danny have to figure out what the fuck is going on but neither are willing to call their parents to confirm #Damian would rather die than ask talia #Danny would rather die again than ask the drs fenton #They both decide that its fucking weird but if jazz and jason get married they were going to be family anyway #Danny is honestly excited to have a third version of himself around #Damian is willing to be civil for the time being so long as Danny doesn't try to step on any heir related topics #danny phantom #dc universe #dp x dc #dpxdc

3K notes · View notes

unabashegirl · 3 months

Text

Enticing 40 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

masterlist

word count: 1.6K

Click below and join our community to continue reading ENTICING. Check our different tiers get access to your favorite one for $3.00 or get access to all five series (LYCAN, ENTICING, DIFFERENT, REGALIA AND VICIOUS) for only $5.00.

Harry had decided to meet up with his close friends Alessandro and Michael to share the exciting news that he was going to be a father. He was filled with a mix of emotions, from nervousness to sheer excitement, as he anticipated their reactions.

The three friends gathered at a cozy yet exclusive café in a corner of the city. The atmosphere was relaxed, and the clinking of coffee cups and distant chatter of other patrons filled the air.

As Harry explained the situation, Alessandro and Michael exchanged smiles and congratulated him warmly. Their genuine happiness and support meant the world to him.

“That's incredible news, Harry,” Alessandro said, a bright grin on his face. “Once again, you're going to be an amazing dad.”

Michael nodded in agreement. “Congratulations, mate. Parenthood is a beautiful journey.”

Harry beamed with gratitude for their kind words. “Thanks, guys. I couldn't be happier.”

However, as they continued chatting about the baby and future plans, an unexpected presence disrupted the joyful atmosphere. William, Harry's other friend, suddenly appeared at the entrance of the café.

Harry's expression instantly shifted, his warm demeanor turning cold. The tension between the two had been palpable for the last few weeks, and Harry had hoped to share his news with his friends before facing the inevitable confrontation with William.

William, aware of the gathering, made his way to their table. The atmosphere grew noticeably strained as he took a seat, exchanging polite but distant greetings with Alessandro and Michael.

Harry took a deep breath, his voice steady as he spoke to William, “I have some news, William. I'm going to be a father.” William already knew. In fact, he knew it before Harry. He had hidden it from Harry. Hence, the reason to why they had drifted apart the last few weeks.

William's reaction was unexpectedly stoic. He nodded and offered stiff congratulations before his gaze returned to the menu. It was clear that the news hadn't softened the coldness that had developed between the two friends over the last weeks. They both had lots to talk about and things to unpack. Harry wasn’t ready to have the conversation with William. He had felt betrayed.

William was offended that Harry had gotten angry at him. Y/N’s necessity to hide her pregnancy from him had nothing to do with Harry. She had wanted that way, and she had confided in William to keep the secret.

As the conversation continued, Harry felt a sense of disappointment and sadness. He had hoped that the news of impending fatherhood would mend some of the rift between them, but it seemed that the past grievances and resentment ran deeper than he had anticipated.

Amidst the lingering tension brought on by William's presence, Harry felt a sense of relief as Alessandro and Michael leaned in with genuine interest, eager to hear more about his impending fatherhood.

Harry's eyes lit up with pride as he recounted the journey he and Y/N had embarked upon. "It's been quite a rollercoaster, but I couldn't be happier. She's pregnant, and we've just confirmed that the baby is mine."

Alessandro's warm smile mirrored the happiness in Harry's eyes. "That's incredible news, Harry. You must be over the moon. How did you both react when you found out?"

Harry's voice was filled with affection as he recalled the moment. "It was a mix of shock and overwhelming joy. We both knew there was a possibility, but when we saw those test results, it made everything real."

Michael leaned forward, eager to learn more. "So, what are your plans? How are you going to manage with Oliver?”

Harry's smile remained, though he couldn't help but feel the weight of the logistical challenges ahead. "It's going to be a bit of a juggling act, I won't lie. Oliver and the new baby will be very close in age, so we're expecting some chaos. But we're committed to making it work”.

Alessandro's raised eyebrow conveyed curiosity. "How does Y/N feel about everything? I can imagine it's quite a lot to handle. She is going to be a first-time mom.”

Harry's eyes softened with affection as he thought about Y/N. "She's been incredible throughout this journey. But she's a natural with Oliver, and I have no doubt she'll be just as amazing with our new baby."

Michael chimed in with a grin. "It sounds like you have a lot to look forward to, mate”.

As the conversation continued, the camaraderie among friends provided a temporary reprieve from the complexities of Harry's family dynamics. Alessandro and Michael's genuine happiness and support served as a reminder that, despite the challenges ahead, he had unwavering friends by his side.

Amidst the laughter, shared stories, and excitement about the future, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the moments like these — moments when he could revel in the joy of becoming a father once again.

As the conversation about Harry's impending fatherhood continued, the tension between Harry and William seemed to momentarily fade into the background. However, William, having remained silent until now, finally chimed in with a question that cut through the cheerful atmosphere.

He turned his gaze toward Harry, his tone measured as he asked, "Harry, are you going to tell your father about this?"

Harry's expression shifted slightly, and a shadow of unease crossed his face. His relationship with his father had always been complicated, marked by expectations, misunderstandings, and a lingering sense of disapproval.

Alessandro and Michael exchanged glances, sensing the complexity of the situation. They remained silent, allowing Harry to respond in his own time.

Harry took a deep breath, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty as he replied, "I... I haven't decided yet. Dad and I, we've had our differences, and I'm not sure how he'll react to this news."

William's gaze remained fixed on Harry, his expression inscrutable. "You know he's your father, Harry. He deserves to know. He can’t find out through the press or the media. It has to be directly through you”

Harry nodded, acknowledging the truth in William's words, even if the prospect of sharing the news with his father filled him with apprehension. "I’m aware” Harry just hadn't gotten over what had happened in the Hamptons.

Their friends, sensing the weight of the conversation, offered their support. Alessandro spoke up gently, "Harry, it's a decision only you can make. But remember, this is your moment, your family. You should do what feels right for you and Y/N."

Michael echoed the sentiment. "And you have us, your friends, who will support you no matter what."

The cafe grew quiet as the friends sat with the weight of the conversation. Harry's relationship with his father was a longstanding source of tension, and the decision to share this significant news with him was fraught with uncertainty.

As Harry contemplated his next steps, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions — a desire for understanding and acceptance from his father, and a determination to protect his growing family from any potential negativity. The path ahead was uncertain, but he knew that with the support of true friends, he would navigate it with grace and resilience. Maybe he would be calling his mother and sister first.

The soft glow of kitchen lights illuminated the cozy atmosphere of Harry's apartment as he and Y/N spent the evening together. Harry had taken it upon himself to cook a special dinner for them, and the tantalizing aroma of the meal filled the air.

Oliver, content on Y/N’s lap, giggled and played with his toys as Y/N watched over him with a loving smile. The warmth of the moment enveloped them, a stark contrast to the chaotic days that had preceded it.

As Harry moved gracefully around the kitchen, a sense of purpose filled him. He was excited about the future, about the family he was building with Y/N, and he couldn't wait to share this moment with her.

Finally, as he placed a beautifully plated dish on the kitchen island, he turned to Y/N with a warm smile. "Dinner's ready."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with appreciation as she glanced at the dish he had prepared. "You really outdid yourself."

Harry chuckled modestly as he joined her at the kitchen island, taking a seat beside her. "Well, I wanted to make tonight special."

Oliver, sensing the change in atmosphere, seemed equally excited, his bright eyes darting between them.

As they began to eat, the conversation flowed naturally. They talked about their plans for the baby's nursery, the upcoming doctor's appointments, and the joys and challenges of parenthood that awaited them.

Then, Harry broached a more serious topic. "I've been thinking. I'd really like to meet your mom. She's going to be a part of our lives now, and I'd love for her to get to know me."

Y/N's expression softened, and she nodded in agreement. “That means a lot to me. I think she'd appreciate that as well. I'll talk to her and arrange a meeting."

They continued their dinner, the warmth of their connection deepening with each passing moment. The challenges they had faced were still fresh in their minds, but at this moment, surrounded by the love they shared for each other and for Oliver, they knew that they were building a future filled with happiness, love, and the promise of a beautiful family.

TAGLIST: @0oolookitsme, @happycupcakeenthusiast, @kennedywxlsh, @hsfics, @stylesbrock, @cuddlingwithharry, @sucker4angstt, @bluemoonedwings, @cherriesrae, @vornilla, @mellamolayla, @harryscurls21, @stilesissaved, @be-with-me-so-happily, @harryssattelitestomper, @jerseygirlinca, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @lomlolivia, @stylesfever, @daphnesutton, @n0vaj3an, @breezykpop, @kathb59, @sassamanda77

47 notes · View notes

lightwing-s · 1 year

Note

Mind if I ask for a sweet Blurb of Nightwing/Dick with a reader who has a bug fat crush on both of them.

"Happy birthday Y/n." wished Dick, handing you a box wrapped in a Nightwing themed wrapping paper.

"Oh my gosh." you said, red creeping up your cheeks over your in real life crush knowing about you silly little one over your favorite vigilante. "Thanks, D."

Wrapping you up in a tight hug, Dick allows the sweet smell of your hair sweep him over while his strong arms surrounded your waist. Timid due to your close proximity, you hide your face in his neck, mentally wishing that moment could last forever.

"You didn't need to get me a gift." you told him, voice sounding muffled due to where your face laid. You really did not expect him to get you anything, as you've not known each other for long and with you being Barbara's friend in the first place.

"Nah, I did it because I wanted to. You're too sweet, and deserves every gift you'll get tonight." he stated, hugging you even tighter and lifting you off your feet. As he dropped you back on the floor and let go of you, you avoided eye contact, not knowing if you'd be able to control yourself around him after such interaction. "C'mon, open it. I wanna see your reaction."

You were going to object, but he insisted and took your hand in his guiding you to the sofa where Barbs was sitting at, settling the gift on your lap. Unwrapping the paper carefully, knowing fully well it could be useful to you in the future, you couldn't help the little scream from slipping out of your lips upon seeing the cute Nightwing pajamas he had given you.

"THIS. IS. THE CUTESTEST THING I'VE EVER GOTTEN!" you jumped on his neck, kissing his cheek without paying attention to what you were doing and embarrassingly jumping around the living room area.

"Oh gosh. She loves you." Barbara whispered. "Both of you!" When she saw Dick's smile while he watched you, she added. "When you tell her your secret, please let me know so I can watched her reaction with my own eyes."

"I'm not gonna tell her anything. And I think she'd be very disappointed if she found out the truth." he said, looking back at his old friend.

"You got to be kidding me, Dick. She adores you, and you also adore her. If you're not together by next month, I'm not the smartest of the team anymore."

They both turned to look back at you after you asked them something he did not pay much attention to, too focused on your beautiful face and your beaming smile. He loved seeing you like this: happy, excited. And he felt like doing anything to keep you this way.

Perhaps Babs was right. You did like him. And he did like you. A lot. A not wanting his friend to lose their well earn spot in their vigilante crew, he'd have to make you his very soon.

send in prompt requests for blurb night ♡

#nightwing imagine #nightwing blurb #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson blurb #dick grayson fluff #nightwing fluff

264 notes · View notes

just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year

Text

I was thinking and I got the conclusion that stalker!Tim works as an AU not because Tim is (while not a stalker) canonically a weirdo (he is) but because Bruce is canonically even more of a weirdo.

We know that just like his reaction to the fake uncle shit, after dealing with the shock that this kid figured out his identity and bonding more with his new Robin, Bruce would just compliment Tim stalker abilities and give him new ones.

And that's to say I need more of stalker Bruce creeping people up. We already have him knowing all JLA secret identities without them telling him. But we need more. I want him knowing Hal Jordan's favorite ice cream flavour or Diana's birthday or Dinah's food alergies without no one telling him. He figures Ollies favorite fucking arrow and Zatanna's favorite Barbie movie, he discovered Arthur favorite snack and how exactally Martha Kent made her fried chesse to give a perfect copy to Clark when he was missing Smallvile during a space mission. He discovered Barry's competitive pokemon team! Everyone on the JLA is freaked. They think he has a secret mind reading/guessing superpower he might not even know about but is just stalkish paranoia. The only person he can't figure things out (and it keeps he awake some nights) is Captain Marvel (he is still the first to discover Billy is a kid). Martian Manhunter is the only one that knows Bruce is just weird but he knows he has good intencions so he doesn't care.

And it isn't only with the League. He makes extensive background checks in all his kids friends. The Teen Titans (both Dick's and Damian's) are freaked out by it. The YJ is actually fine 'cause they are used to Tim and it makes sense Bruce would be like that. The Outsiders (both Jason's but also Cass and Duke's) make their personal quest to mislead him. Not to mention the civilian friends. He is less obvious about it but the kids know and it freaks them up. Steph has a serius discussion over bondaries the day Bruce asks about Crystal's dentist visit and Babs is annoyed af when he just knows things about Alysia. And not only the kids all the other batfam members! The Birds of Prey straight up told him to stop multiple times. Helena once asked Sage's help to trick Bruce, Kate just used Alfred to order him to stop. Barbara interceded in name of Montoya as if she wasn't even in the paranoid stalker game with Bruce and Tim (Babs is worse than Bruce actually). Jim Gordon thinks is cool actually. But Lucious Fox is just "kid, I love you, but Alfred needs to teach you bondaries" and "how did you know Tam's baby tooth was starting to fall before me??" (Yes Bruce does this stalker thing since he was a kid/teen)

He also does it with the Rogues. At first they don't notice it because it's normal that their oponent knows things about them but starts to get weird. Selina freaks out when Bruce tells her to say happy birthday for her cat n12 (Dollie, he called it by name) when she hadn't even introduced him to her cats yet. Riddler had a genuine breakdown when Bruce just gave him the exact perfect copy of his glasses prescrition and all to replace his broken ones during an interrogation (he needed Riddler's help against a copycat). Harley punched Bruce in the face after he correctly pointed out she had just started her period and offered heater packs for her cramps, a chocolate ice cream and some snacks while driving her to Arkham, Penguin stopped doing crime for a whole week after he had almost fainted (being a crime lord is hard) for not eating the whole day and having high blood pressure for stress reason and Bruce just gave him a snack, a bottle of water and his meds (except it wasn't his meds, Batman just had a pill of Penguin's prescription in hand and wtf), Scarecrow recomended him therapy when he somehow figure out Jon's favorite candy bar and tried to use it as a bargain for information, Joker felt very flaterred that Bruce not only knew that he made his own dye using two pre existing dye products and a mix of chemicals but had the formula including the recomended brands for everyhing.

The only person who had no reaction was Clark. Clark sees Bruce being a weird stalker as just a fact of life and no one knows how to deal with it. (It's better than Tim "I wanna be like that" and Babs "cool but I'm better " aproaches at least). Talia Al Ghul used to consider it impressive and have a flirty competition to see if Batman could figure details about her. After they stopped being an item they respected each other enough that he just stalks Talia if is related to Ra, crimes, Damian or the League.

87 notes · View notes

cephalog0d · 19 hours

Text

Batfam Spreadsheet 3 (and 4, technically)

I HAVE DONE A THING. For anyone who was following my previous enormous spreadsheet of doom, I sat down and split it into a PREBOOT one and a POST-FLASHPOINT one.

Mostly this was to make things a little less unwieldy to use. I'll be continuing to update the post-flashpoint one as usual (and, I mean, I guess the preboot one if something happens to come up, but I expect that one to be pretty static).

(I might look at doing some kind of multiversal one, too? We'll see. Open to suggestions/requests there!)

All the previous stuff about what's in them and how they work still applies! See below the cut for more detail!

Characters included (both spreadsheets): Barbara Gordon, Bette Kane, Cassandra Cain, Charlie Gage-Radcliffe, Damian Wayne, David Zavimbe, Dick Grayson, Helena Bertinelli, Jason Todd, Jean-Paul Valley, Kate Kane, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake

Characters included (Preboot only): Wendy Harris

Characters included (Post-Flashpoint only): Bao Pham, Claire Clover, Cullen Row, Duke Thomas, Hank Clover, Harper Row, Jace Fox, Jarro, Minhkhoa Khan, Luke Fox, Maps Mizoguchi

Roles: Characters are listed by Major, Supporting, Minor, Cameo and Unreal roles. Cameos that are only on a cover/in a photo are noted as such. When a character appears in both the main story and flashback both are listed separately (e.g. Supporting; Flashback). When characters are only in flashback, that's listed with a clarifying role (e.g. Flashback (Supporting)). Roles listed as "Flashback" only are either Minor or Cameo roles. Unreal indicates the character is in a dream/hallucination/vision/etc.

Identities: Character names in the Identity column indicate someone is out of costume or at a point where they aren't using a secret identity (flashbacks before officially taking it up, gaps where they stopped, etc.)

All sheets are conditionally formatted so if you enter "Y" in the Read column it will highlight the whole row in green to mark it off, if you're the kind of person who likes to keep track and mark things off a list.

The widget at the top of each sheet will calculate how many entries the sheet has and what percentage are marked as "read" (based on entering "Y" for the Read column)!

Series dates are the start of the series, since that's how a lot of places besides DC itself with their weird "volume" convention distinguish different runs.

Collected: Lists collected volumes that contain that issue (at least in part). "NC" indicates that as far as I can find this issue has not been collected in a book form. Issue may be collected in additional places or editions, but it's a starting point! I found this site very helpful in figuring this part out.

As of this posting, the sheet is up to date through cover date Jun 2024 (release date Apr 2024)!

Happy reading!

#reading guide #batfam #batfamily #spreadsheet

4 notes · View notes

hamartiannn · 2 years

Text

Batfamily Headcanons - 1

-Bruce loves his kids. But, like really, his favorite time is always family dinners, patrols, or simply every second he spends time with all of his children.

-Yes, they sometimes get angry, and even they hurt each other, but no, no one can stay mad at one other forever. One hug, and it's all over.

-Sometimes, when everyone is around, they spend times WİTHOUT Bruce. They walk on the streets, eat ice cream, go to the shooting range, or walk by the ocean.

-But if they don't want to go outside, they are choosing a room and they spend their time in there mostly. Like they play board games, card games and more -and one day... one day, surely Jason will force them to start gambling/poker at home...-

-Damian and Jason are closer than everyone thinks. Damian had all his firsts with Jason. The first time he cried his eyes out, the first time shot a gun, the first time he slept/fell asleep next to someone, the first time he felt, undoubtedly, safe, and more, all were with him. And Jason was the same too; the first time he felt unjudged, the first time he felt like a big brother, the first time he felt at home, all were with Damian.

-Bruce, actually, can cook. This is not up for discussion... And yes, he learned that the hard way, but he eventually did, okay? Also, mostly, he learned it from Alfred, but as he likes to be "Creative" he creates his recipes, and somehow, every time, they turn out really good!!! And he likes to cook for his children. So family dinners are, always but like always, from Bruce "Cook" Wayne.

-Just like Bruce, Jason also likes to cook, and sometimes, if he has free time, dinners are from Jason "Cook" Todd.

-Okay, sorry, but they aren't scared of Alfred, like none of them, because they know he would never hurt them. But yes, they are afraid because no one knows his limits, even Bruce...

-Well... 2 words... Stoner Tim... That's the headcanon...

-And as Damian grew up with the smell of smoke because of Jason, he kinda likes it now. Yes, at first, he hated it, and he found smoking very stupid, but after Jason left him, he even missed that gross smell. So every time he smells cigarettes now, the old memories come back.

-Also, Bruce got some alcohol problems... He is an emotional drinker, so whenever he feels down, he ends up in the cellar. And no one knows about it. He got his own ways to keep it as a secret, even from Alfred.

-Dick and Roy started to smoke and drink together -for a while- after learning about Jason's death... Facts!!! -Also, Star had to have their backs, though, cause they were both really fucked up...-

-Okay, I don't care what anyone says... For me, they all love galas, balls, or such events. Because they feel "Normal"?? Yes, it's weird, I know but think about it. All of them are with Gotham's most-known people and families. Everyone is happy, laughing, and having some fun. Gotham's citizens are talking about that event, and also, they are having fun! I mean how many peaceful nights are out there in Gotham?? LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN WITH SUCH EVENTS!! ESPECİALLY WITH WAYNE GALAS!!! -But of course, they don't like to be dressed up. Like, who actually would??-

-So you know what? Three troublemakers of the family are the ones who graduate from a university except for Babs... (Barbara graduated from Gotham University School of Technology, Jason graduated from Gotham University School of Law, Stephanie graduated from Gotham University School of Design, and Damian graduated from Gotham University School of Science.)

-They all love all animals, soo much. But they got of course their superior animals:

Bruce: Bats (Do I have to explain??)

Selina: Cats (Well...)

Dick: Elephants (Zitka... Wait for a second pls, I'm crying...)

Barbara: Squirrels (I don't have any idea why but she reminds me of squirrels.)

Jason: Foxs (His surname means "Fox" as I know, and he is a redhead in some versions -just like foxs- and he is a redhead magnet, fair enough for me.)

Tim: Robins (This boy just has issues with Robin's, and being Robin. Like wth Tim???)

Stephanie: Canarys (Again I don't have any idea why but she is a canary.)

Cassandra: Spiders (She is silent, dangerous, and hella scary, just like a spider, perfect match!)

Damian: (Dude for him, it's better to be killed rather than make him choose an animal, like, are you kidding?)

Duke: Frogs (Don't know why, but just when I saw a yellow frog I was like "It's Duke..." They are soo cuteee!)

99 notes · View notes

zahri-melitor · 7 months

Text

New(ish) Comics: Gotham War Edition

So I’m doing this hey. Going to read a few lead ins I haven’t got to yet then dive in.

Batman #136: Tim is baby here. Bruce is…not doing well. The set up for this conflict is actually reasonably entertaining (aka ‘both Bruce and Selina have been keeping secrets that are causing problems’, the scale of which really pisses off the other). Gosh, that family scene is very much calculated to be circulated as a panel out of context, and I’m wondering if it’s real at all.

I am NOT going to advocate that Bruce needs therapy (folks. FOLKS. The therapy Bruce has had previously has got us into this mess) but I am going to point and laugh at his mental state a lot.

Knight Terrors Batman #1-2: I’m on record as disliking the whole Zur-En-Arrh mythos but at least this storyline is actually revisiting all aspects of it? We got the sensory deprivation tank back. Apparently me reading the entirety of the Black Casebook was actually worth it for something. Golly, this nightmare is so BORING. It’s literally ticking the boxes – lack of control, everyone is dead, replay of Crime Alley, etc. The Gun-Bat (gun-bat. GUN-BAT. ffs) just isn’t convincingly scary. The only interesting twist at ALL was Bruce getting to play as Joe Chill for a bit.

The Arsenal backup – seriously the lack of creativity in everyone’s nightmares SHOWS. Not being able to use the Cry isn’t a nightmare for Dinah, it’s something she understands intimately and knows how to work around. (“Nobody listens to me” is slightly better but also if you just pop your earrings back in Dinah, I am SURE Babs would be happy to go back to obsessively stalking you and being available to talk at any or all hours) Roy being beset by the events of 2010 to present and accompanying costumes is at least meta but it’s still ‘I miss Lian’ (we know, we know, you already lived through your nightmare).

Batman/Catwoman The Gotham War – Battle Lines #1: Maxie Zeus my sweetie!!! Oh wait I’m supposed to care about everything else here, but the fact it’s Tim kicking around Maxie is very satisfying. Love to see Robins against their own period rogues (one of Tim’s first proper times working with Oracle was a Maxie Zeus case).

Okay fine, whatever, Selina’s pitch for how to stop violent crime in Gotham. It’s incredibly silly, as has been widely canvassed, and ignores basic common sense questions like ‘what happens when security increases’, ‘what happens when you run out of these low risk high value targets’, ‘who is fencing all this and how is the increased black market bearing the weight of a higher flow of goods without dropping prices too far’ and ‘how is the entire room of detectives who’ve been operating in Gotham unaware of any changes in crime levels’. The whole club scene is just clearly here to start fracturing the family (yay!).

Wow I hate this version of Montoya I hate it so much, this is so jarring after just having read Gotham Central.

Anyway Selina is getting handed the idiot ball hard here, which is unfortunate, given this issue literally goes ‘here’s the clear point you’ve ignored’ as the last few pages.

Batman #137: Vandal Savage causing problems on purpose! LOVE YOU SAVAGE. (He’s so annoying. Nice to have him as a change to Ra’s) So battle lines are drawn up with Jason in Selina’s camp, Damian in Bruce’s and the rest of them currently in the centre trying to work things out. I still think everyone is being a bit helpless due to this storyline, but we’ll see how it develops.

Catwoman #57: Ehhhhhhh. Jason is weirdly excited about jacking cars here? This is trying SO HARD to position the whole conflict on a classism front and it just doesn’t work for me. “We can just solve financial inequality by Robin Hooding!” uh it doesn’t quite work that way folks. You know what also helps get people out of poverty? Education, healthcare and steady jobs that AREN’T likely to land people in the prison system. Yes also a cash injection can help but your whole training is oriented at continuing to acquire money by criming.

Dick dropping by to go ‘hey do you realise you’re being an idiot? Think about it, Selina’ was cute though.

HELLO SCANDAL PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HAVE A DECENT VERSION OF YOUR PERSONALITY. YOU ARE ALWAYS FUN.

Batman/Catwoman: the Gotham War - Red Hood #1: (the name goes on a bit hey) Can’t believe I’m reading a Red Hood tie in.

It’s pretty ridiculous, but at least Jason is aware this plan is goddamn stupid and is just exploiting it for his own ends?

Ah and there we go, people using guns when they shouldn’t, aka the whole self-defeating part of this whole scenario.

Okay. About to start Batman #138 but will pop that in a separate post with even more spoiler warnings.

#z canon read throughs #newish comics #Gotham war spoilers #gotham war

17 notes · View notes

vinelark · 1 year

Note

1,5,7,11,12,34,41,49, 50 for the fic writer ask game? :)

hello!! 💖 okay very long post incoming so i'm putting most of it under a cut!

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

i’d recommend either my latest fic buy back the secrets (especially for dc/batfam) because it’s a longfic with a lot of my fav tropes! my second rec would be my first mdzs/cql fic this river runs to you, because it’s a complete longfic that also has a lot of my fav tropes to write (misunderstandings! slow burn! self-sacrificing lonely characters!) in a self-contained story.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

i wish someone would ask “is there actually something going on with superbat in the background of buy back the secrets” to which i would respond: yes, something’s Going On and has been for years and will be for eternity, yes, lois is there, yes, everyone’s currently happy with whatever arrangement they’ve arranged, and yes ghost-maker is an on-again-off-again presence in bruce’s life too. bruce has many hands. tim is aware of all of this and does NOT think about it unless he needs to use it against bruce to make a point.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

in the second chapter of fey and my wangxian star trek au there’s a scene where wei ying and lan zhan chat at the academy as the lead-in to one of the flashbacks. “procyon crystals” are something i wholesale pulled out of my ass but i was really proud of this little exchange—its purpose was to get the characters from point a to point b (the chem lab ➡️ the bus stop, and also from not chatting ➡️ chatting about something), and not only did i ultimately like how this dialogue about rocks quickly illustrated both of their fields of study/interests in the academy days, it also ended up being a wink to the larger plot (misunderstanding via rock).

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying had called down the hall, delighted, and pretty much expected Lan Zhan to nod and keep walking. Instead Lan Zhan actually slowed to let Wei Ying catch up, tugging on a pair of soft-looking gloves as he waited. “It’s pretty late for you, isn’t it? Everything okay?” Lan Zhan glanced up at him for a moment, expression placid. “Procyon crystals,” he said by way of explanation. “Ahh,” We Ying said. “And they only grow at night, is that why? I’ve always wondered about that! Well, I’ve wondered since I read an article about them in one of those kiddie science journals Jiang Cheng used to get. How they know it’s night, no matter what planet they’re on. I remember the article said even if it’s pitch black, the crystals can’t be tricked.” “They cannot,” Lan Zhan confirmed with what sounded like the tiniest edge of irritation, like the crystals’ refusal to be tricked was personally offensive. Wei Ying’s delight only grew, and he told himself not to laugh. “Everyone thinks space is the greatest mystery in the universe, but clearly it’s rocks,” Wei Ying said, pushing through the door and into a blast of cold. He paused, holding the door open behind him so Lan Zhan could finish putting on his gloves. “But if you figure out their secret you have to tell me, okay? You have to promise.”

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

for most fandoms i tend to have pairings i like and stick with reading. dc has actually been fun for me in that regard because i’m much more open to multiple pairings with the same character. like, i’m partial to timkon, but could totally be compelled by timber (timbern…?) and timsteph at the same time. i’m partial to superbat but also extremely here for ghostbat, which is fun because it’s a whole different flavor. i like dick/babs and dick/kory and dick/blue the OC bf. i think it’s because for the most part what compels me in the dc/batfam space are the found family dynamics so shipping is often secondary, or in conjunction with other relationships i care about, so i end up happy as long as the characters and their dynamics are written in a way i like.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

i used to dislike established relationship fics, because i always want to read the getting together part—but now i find myself more compelled by the idea than i used to be! i’ll totally read established relationship fics, especially when they’re silly.

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

not a whole a lot, really! i have occasionally used bits of knowledge/insight from my current or past jobs to fill out some modern au scenes, but nothing that couldn’t be researched anyway. otherwise beyond some minor details i don’t tend to draw from my own life/relationships for fic. and considering what i sometimes put characters through, thank goodness for that.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

i’m gonna cheat and link three

📧 send to all by @kerosceene

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Please fill out this form You cannot have Diana on your list. Bruce From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Please fill out this form you're going to regret inviting me to dinner so bad

—invented humor, cee makes me wish i could come up with these kind of laugh-out-loud lines across various mediums. they’re so good at finding the funniest most in-character way to achieve something.

📸 surveillance by @smilebackwards

"And who are you?" Luthor asks, voice dripping condescension.

"My name is Timothy Jackson Drake," Tim says bloodlessly, "and nobody's buying my company."

—i think about this scene all the time!! the way this is such a succinct, mic-drop moment that made me go “oh shit” out loud and fit perfectly in the scene even while tim’s pov has been doing the mental equivalent of spinning a dozen plates—it’s so good.

🌕 if they caught you by @feyburner

“Sorry, sorry,” says Xie Lian. “I’ll shut up, I promise. I just have one more question.” “What,” spits White Dragon Devouring Moon. “Why are you pretending to be a Wrath?” Silence, except for the cicadas. Then White Dragon Devouring Moon rears back, hissing sharply through his teeth. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about! Shut your mouth!”

—obviously this is one of my Fics Of All Time but the thing that blows me away every time i read it is the setup and payoff of it all. how what seems like a little kidnap-and-rescue plot is actually slowly laying the detailwork foundation that will absolutely devastate you. how, when you reach the end and look back, a certain verb in the exchange above takes on extra meaning. how this isn’t the only instance like that and every single sentence is so intentionally crafted that it’s almost twice as good on the reread, and the initial read is already incredible. it’s a short fic that leaves you breathless both for the plot and for the craft of it. man. anyway. if they caught you by feyburner huh

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

now answered here!

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

i’ve been thinking about my friends’ OCBFEU (OC boyfriend extended universe) where dick has a tall gentle deadly ex-talon from another universe (blue) quietly following him around and jason is engaged in identity shenanigans with the schoolteacher-in-training (santi) who lives in jason’s apartment building and also keeps having run-ins with red hood. we have a whole general timeline/continuity in our heads and at one point jason and santi are out at a club and jason is trying to have a night off for fucking once and then they run into? tim?? who is definitely not old enough to be there, and jason is pissed thinking tim’s following him around (which, fair, tbh) until he and santi realize tim is in fact having a miserable time and there for miserable reasons. so jason and santi end up taking tim back to santi’s place and making tim drink water and santi gets tim to half-explain what he was doing and then jason gets to go beat someone up about it. this will get way too long if i keep going but i’ve been pondering this particular sequence in a continuity that only like six people are aware of soooooo much and i love it

fic writer ask meme

#SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #this is was so fun though i especially loved the 'i want to write like that' question it made me Think #asks #fic rec

20 notes · View notes

soleminisanction · 2 years

Text

I’ve wanted to talk more about Steph’s run as Batgirl because I’m genuinely fascinated by it, but I keep starting and then abandoning posts because they inevitably spiral out of my control. In an attempt to illustrate my problem, allow me to wax poetic for a bit about a single line that has bugged me for years:

Context:

This page comes in the first issue. Steph is running around in Cass’s Batgirl costume and it keeps getting damaged, so she says…this.

And if you’re a more casual reader, you’re probably saying right now, “So what? It’s just a joke, a quip. It doesn’t mean anything. Why the hell is this post so long for something as small as that?”

In answer, I give you this:

Yeah.

Stephanie Brown knows how to sew. Stephanie Brown specifically knows how to sew, fix and maintain superhero costumes. Because she makes her own. And it’s not like that’s some kind of deep cut; those panels are from a Secret Files and Origins story that Chuck Dixon (Steph’s creator) wrote, but all you really have to do is know Steph’s story and use some basic logic: she is literally a self-made superhero. Of course she makes her own costumes. Where else would she get them?

And I want to be clear here – this is a skill. One that Stephanie would have to cultivate and that she should be proud of. Costuming is hard enough when you’re trying to make something that’s just intended to be worn for a few hours at a convention a couple of times a year. Steph’s Spoiler gear is literally full-body, covering head-to-toe twice over, and built to stand up to regular rooftop parkour, motorcycling, fisticuffs, gunfights, knife fights, dips into Gotham Bay and the occasional fire. It’s almost certainly made out of thick, quality cloth and leather, both of which are hard to work with but vital if you’re creating something that’s designed to protect you.

She built that costume from scratch at least twice and maintained it, by herself, with no Bat support, financial or otherwise, for years. It is absolutely a skill and a credit to her as a character, not to mention foundational to her entire origin story and her whole independent “you can’t tell me what to do” attitude.

And this one line… takes that all away for the sake of a cheap, generic quip.

What’s extra frustrating about this whole thing is that, in going with this lazy, cliche joke, they missed a golden opportunity to actually show her character.

Imagine if, instead of this page where we’re leering at her in the shower for no reason, we got a short scene in which Steph sits down at her sewing machine to fix the costume… and realizes that she only has purple cloth and thread. That would be a subtle symbolic moment for what's supposedly the central theme of this book, that Steph "just can't help" but be a bright and happy "burst of color" in contrast to the darkness of Gotham and the other Bats.

She could then hesitate, wonder if maybe this is a sign, maybe she should just stop… and then persist anyway, filling in the gaps with “her” color (as if Babs and Helena didn’t wear it first but that’s another rant). That would establish her as stubborn, resourceful, tenacious, and someone who doesn’t let superficial appearances get in her way.

Plus, remember, this is Cass’s Batgirl costume, it already has a stitched-together aesthetic; she could make it work. And as a bonus, you’d get the interesting symbolism of it looking like her old Spoiler gear is trying to burst out from inside this costume that doesn’t quite fit her (because Cass is smaller than she is in a couple of different places) and, due to the placement of the cuts we see later on, it’d even be a neat visual transition between this temporary look and the one she wears as her permanent Batgirl gear.

But, no. All we got was a cliche quip and the implication that Stephanie cares more about Being Batgirl than she does her own safety, comfort or modesty.

But you know what really, really drives me nuts about this line?

There is no way for us as readers to know whether it was an intentional change to Steph’s characterization or just a careless, thoughtless joke.

The latter would be bad enough, as it implies that the people in charge of this character’s big spotlight starring role neither know nor care about the fundamental basics of who she is as a person and think that Batman handed her everything. But if it’s a deliberate change? That would imply a lot worse.

Because sewing, you see, is women’s work. In our dominant culture, it’s viewed as a feminine skill and a girly hobby. And our very special heroine simply can’t be shown to have girly interests or hobbies. That would make her… like other girls.

Even if that’s not a conscious mindset, I can see that being why the (entirely cisgender male) creativity team valued the skill so little they didn’t even think before tossing it aside for a joke. Frankly, given how the series goes on to treat both Steph and literally all of the women around her, I would not be surprised in the slightest.

But that’s a topic for another day.

For now, I hope I've made my point. People are going to think I'm exaggerating when I say this but I really believe it’s true: the entire series is like this. If you read it in a vacuum and don't think about it, it seems perfectly functional, but the second you bring in outside context or start questioning things even a little, it all falls apart. And instead of drawing on Steph's established history and personality to make her a compelling and unique protagonist, it strips her down to nothing but shallow cliches to render her out as little more than a blank, generically quirky cipher for insecure people to project themselves onto.

It’s honestly depressing.

#meta #batgirl #batgirl 2009 #stephanie brown #canon critical #critique of canon #long post #sorry #a lot of the topics I'm interested in talking about are interesting to me and possibly no one else #but they literally will not get out of my head so here I scream them into the void #so have a passionate defense of sewing as an artform from someone who couldn't sew a button

78 notes · View notes

cwritesforfun · 2 years

Text

KISS - JJ Maybanks x Fem!Reader

Y/N is John B's twin sister. She loves to party, she cares deeply for her friends, and accidentally kissed JJ at a party while both drunk. JJ tries not to catch feelings for Y/N, but he does.

**I don't own any of the characters, except for Y/N**

Based on the song at the bottom - the lyrics are in bold!!

Kiss by The Vamps

**I don't own any of the characters from the show, Outer Banks**

JJ's POV

I finish putting a change of clothes in my bag then I hear my phone ring and I answer it.

JJ - Hello? Y/N? Y/N - Oh ... hey JJ. What are you up to right now? JJ - Nothing. Why? Y/N - I have been drinking the good stuff and I thought of you. JJ - I'll be there soon haha. Even if you're drunk dialing, baby I don't mind, long as I'm on your conscience... Y/N - I'm not drunk yet. I'm just tipsy. Ok bye!

I laugh and make my way out of the house.

Y/N's POV

I'm glad JJ is coming over. I mean it's summer and we're all supposed to hang out often because we have no school. Pope asked out Kie and they're on some date. John B is dating Sarah Cameron and I only found out because I saw them together. He wasn't happy I knew, but I told him that I approved, which put a smile on his face. I never would want to hurt my brother. Truth is I have no personal beef with Sarah Cameron. Yes I know she hurt Kie and I'm mad that she did, but she's also not the worst person on planet Earth. She's not JJ's dad or Hitler, ya know. Are they on the same level? Idk I could be thinking too much.

I lean my head back to relax before JJ gets here and I hear a motorcycle outside. I jump up, run to the door, and swing it open to see JJ. Oh no, he looks hurt again. Geez.

JJ walks up the steps and says "I need a drink." I ask "Maybe also a shower?" He nods and walks inside the house.

I exclaim "You shower then I'll help you bandage up your cuts then we drink." He smiles and replies "Ah you treat me so well. Thank you bab... Y/N." What did he almost call me?!?

JJ's POV

Oh no Try my best to not catch feelings

But with you I'm helpless

Y/N cleaning me up and making me a drink tonight is perfect wifey material. I mean come on how could I not catch feelings? I have been for years, but it’s getting harder to not tell her. I’m just scared of what it’ll do to our friendship. I almost called her baby earlier. That could've been something else.

As we drink on her bed, I ask "Wait so where is John B? I know Pope and Kie went on a date, which was bound to happen if we're honest. Pope has liked her for years. Your brother, however, never said anything to me." Y/N laughs and asks "Can you keep a secret?" Before I can answer her, she scoots closer to me and whispers "My brother is on a date with Sarah Cameron, the Kook Princess. You have to promise not to say anything though. He doesn't want everyone to know. I mean imagine what it would do to Kie. We can’t do that to our friends." I laugh. I did not expect that nor do I want to be the one to tell everyone. I ask "What kinds of things do you think they talk about?" She answers "Posh people things like where to invest and the stock market. No doubt John B lowkey asked Pope for some information. He obviously couldn’t tell him why he needed to know, but Pope is his smartest friend." I laugh and reply “Uh rude. I’m smart.“

We sit for a second in silence and ask "You think she's asking John B where he'll put the John D?"

She playfully slaps me and replies "No please don't go there. That is my brother! Omg!" We both laugh. I love her laugh. She is the cutest person ever.

I kiss her on the lips and it's as sweet as I remember if not more. She kisses back instantly. Sweet like sugar on my lips So addicted just one hit ...

Y/N exclaims "That was a cute kiss." Why did I do that?!? I reply "Almost as cute as you." She laughs and exclaims "I think I'm gonna hide the alcohol because I don't want John B getting into it when he gets back." I reply "I will now know where it's hidden." She replies "And? I'm not worried. Just if you drink any, let me know or offer me some." I smile at her. She's perfect. She’s also tipsy because she moved on really fast. That or she wants to reject me.

When she climbs back into the bed, she lays down and I move to lay next to her. I run my hands through her hair and she says "You're going to put me to sleep if you keep doing that." I ask "What about if I do this?" I kiss her again and she smiles into it. Does she like me? Does she like kissing? Are we both drunk? Will we regret doing this? Is this a drunk mistake?

1 week later...

I'm sitting in my room drinking some beer I took from the party at the Boneyard yesterday. It was a good party for most. John B and Sarah danced a lot together. I think she seems fine. Pope and Kie were dancing together too. They look great together. Y/N and I drank together then we danced a bit. I tried my best to not make it look like I see her as girlfriend material. Hopefully, John B bought it.

I pull my phone out and call Y/N. JJ - Hey... Y/N? Y/N - Hi JJ. What's up? JJ - I ... I miss you. Y/N - You do?... Is this a drunk call?

Yeah I know I'm drunk dialing But I hope you don't mind In your voice I hear smiling Oh no Try your best to not catch feelings but with me you're helpless

JJ - Ummm no. I'm completely sober. Y/N - Haha sure. Wanna come over or want me to come over? JJ - I'm good. I just wanted to hear your voice. Y/N - You're so cute. JJ - You made me blush. Ok ... I'll just come over. Y/N - See you soon JJ!

I make it to the Chateau and I park my motorcycle.

Y/N opens the door and I walk inside. I ask "Where's your brother?" She answers "With his girlfriend." I nod and we go to her room. I sit on the bed and ask "Any way you could give me a head massage?" She laughs and replies "Sure JJ. Come here." I lean my back on her front and she massages my head. I feel relaxed. She asks "Why the sudden need for the head massage? Do you have a headache? Are you doing okay?" I answer "Home life is stressful and I want out. I just want to move and leave the Outer Banks. I ... also have girl trouble, but the stupid rule probably exists for this exact reason." She replies "Pope and Kie are breaking it all the time nowadays. Not to mention, we technically also broke the rule on multiple occasions. We just never told anyone about it. So... who's the girl?" I answer "Hmm I'll tell you later. And how can you say technically? We definitely kissed, Y/N. I remember it. It was sweet like sugar on my lips. I also accidentally told John B about it and he brought it up when we were all hanging out. Don't you remember?" She replies "I remember him making fun of you for kissing a girl. That's it... But how did you tell him if you didn't say my name?" I answer "I basically told him how I kissed a girl without having sex with her and how I liked her. He told me to go for it, but as we know, the rule still existed at that point and I said nothing ... until now." She moves me so she is facing me and asks "Are you, JJ Maybanks, saying you like me?" I shrug and say "Yep." She smiles and kisses me on the cheek. I immediately pull her closer and smile. She exclaims "I like you too, JJ." I ask "May I kiss you?" She answers "Yes." I kiss her and smile. ..........................................................................

#jj maybanks #jj maybank #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x fem!reader #obx fic #obx fanfiction #obx x reader #outer banks imagines

29 notes · View notes

watchtowerindistress · 2 years

Text

we are not our demons (4/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Author’s note: So many cameos, dear God! So, I'm officially diverting from canon. Zack Snyder confirmed that the Robin suit in the Batcave wasn't Jason's, but Dick's. But since I wrote this part already before he revealed that little secret, please ignore that, okay? I'm gonna stick to the canon of the comics. [Read more at the end.]

Beta-read by Axolotyl Alot and Heidi.

Words: 2.3k

Warning: mention of death

Please reblog/leave a comment.

Series Masterlist | Want to be tagged? | Read on AO3

Yeah, everybody’s got a thing

But some don’t know how to handle it

Always reaching out in vain

Just taking the things not worth having

-Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing by Tory Kelly-

During her lunch break, Ellie was patiently waiting in the coffee shop she usually frequented during her lunch hours, hoping for a specific someone to arrive.

Truth be told, she wasn’t totally sure if this person would show up.

It didn’t take long until the flaming-red hair burst through the jingling door. Barbara bit her lip upon seeing her and walked towards her table with hesitation. Her straight hair seemed a bit longer and more radiant than the last time Ellie saw her old friend.

“Hey,” Ellie greeted, sensing this previously non-existent awkwardness.

“Hey,” Barbara replied, taking a seat opposite her. “Wasn’t sure if you were actually going to show.”

“Yep, same here.”

Barbara let out a drawn-out groan, hiding her face behind her hands. “God, this is stupid.” She chuckled under her breath.

Ellie was filled with relief at her assertive words. She couldn’t agree more. Her cheeks were blushing in embarrassment after exhaling loudly. “So stupid.”

The redhead’s arms laid on the table when she leaned forward in her seat.

“Are you mad at me for keeping it a secret? Because it wasn’t my secret to tell you.”

Ellie shook her head, understanding why Barbara couldn’t reveal someone else’s secret. “I get it, Babs. I thought I was mad at first, but I’m not. Not anymore, I swear.”

Barbara sighed loudly; her shoulders sagged with visible relief. “So, are we good?” she asked with wide eyes.

Ellie chuckled, shaking her head. She was gazing sympathetically at her friend. “Of course, we’re good,” she revealed with a small and fond smile. “I have missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Barbara squealed, letting out her inner child as they hugged it out.

“Have you talked to the others?”

Ellie and Barbara were taking a stroll down the sidewalk, taking their time in getting back to Wayne Enterprises. The brown-haired woman was happy that they got all their issues out in the open. This way they could finally move forward.

“Yes, I see them from time to time, but I’m not actually hanging out there to do some hacker stints.” The red-headed woman tilted her head in consideration, speaking under her breath, “Well, not really. Dick’s been asking for my help with an operation at Ace Chemicals.”

“I wasn’t aware that you guys were on more than speaking terms,” Ellie spoke slowly, gazing at her friend while walking forward.

Barbara chuckled slowly. “We’re not, but I just can’t seem to shake him off.” Her words were enhanced by the downcast expression on her face.

Ellie bit her lower lip, feeling understanding for the woman who couldn’t let go of the past—she could relate after all—and tried to think of something to cheer her up. Unceremoniously, her arm wrapped around her shoulder and squeezed her tightly to her chest. “Well, screw that guy. He couldn’t pull that thing off without you and he knows it.”

Shaking her head, Barbara snickered in agreement. “Let’s not talk about boys.”

Barbara chuckled, shaking her head. “You know, to be honest, I am kind of relieved that I can talk about this stuff with you.” She sent her a grateful glance. “I have some female superhero friends, but they’re all scattered around.”

“I think I know what you mean,” Ellie assured her, nudging her shoulder.

There was a loud clanking sound in the air, making them both jump and look up. The two women barely had time to register how a metal beam from a construction site was falling rapidly towards them. The sound of the sky being ripped open echoed through the air. There were only high-pitched shrieks surrounding them while Ellie held onto Barbara’s arm.

Something red, yellow, and blue caught it a few meters above them before it could even get close to touching them.

Ellie let out the breath she had been holding, briefly closing her eyes. Superman was in Gotham again.

The radiant smile of Metropolis’ savior gazed down at them. The Kryptonian seemed to hold the metal beam with both of his arms and not an ounce of difficulty.

One hand held it in a tight grip while making a salute with his free hand.

“Always a pleasure,” Superman professed, sending Ellie a smirk that seemed strangely familiar. Ellie noticed how Barbara sent him a small nod in recognition before he flew away.

“Okay, seriously. Who don’t you know?”

Barbara only threw her head back with unrestrained laughter.

“By the way, are you interested in having dinner with me and another friend?”

Ellie swiped her thumb over the screen of her phone. “What time?” Her eyes met the calendar notification for this afternoon’s training session and remembered how Nyssa sent her a text the day before, just like she promised.

Barbara shrugged, smiling softly at her. “Let’s say … how about six? At my place.”

Ellie pursed her lips in thought. “Yeah, I could eat something.”

Twist. Thump.

“Do that again. This time, don’t be afraid of hurting me.”

Ellie sent an incredulous glance at Nyssa before swiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

“You’re a masochist, or something?”

Nyssa’s lips formed into an amused smirk. “You’re cute if you think you could actually hurt me.”

Shaking her head, Ellie’s tightened fists rose in the air. Her knees were bent, and her feet remained paralleled. “Let’s find out then. Hit me, Raatko.”

Nyssa raised a challenging eyebrow. “I hope you won’t mind the bruises.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Oh please, you should know me better than that.”

“Okay, let’s do this.”

Nyssa’s hand swept into an upward strike until the fleshy side was close to her throat. Inhaling deeply, Ellie was close to bending down when she swatted her arm away.

Ellie could’ve sworn her armpits were sweating in her black tank top already. Five minutes of warm-up, and she was seriously considering her cardio.

Almost out of instinct, Ellie’s fist pounded toward the area of Nyssa’s stomach—knowing she would evade her. Nyssa jumped to the side, just when Ellie’s straight hand struck Nyssa’s throat.

Her sudden action startled her as she covered her mouth with her hands.

Gasping with a stuttering breath, Nyssa held her hands to the bruised area while letting out a surprised cough.

Ellie heard her mutter unfamiliar words which could’ve been expletives spoken in her mother tongue. “Oh wow,” Nyssa spoke with a hoarse voice.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” Her voice sounded muffled through her hands. “I swear, that came out of nowhere.”

Nyssa took a deep breath while stretching until she straightened again. She waved her hand away. “No, that was great.” Her brown eyes lit up with glinting enthrallment, and she tilted her head speculatively.

“Now we can truly begin.”

Ellie pressed her lips together, not knowing if she liked that expression on Nyssa’s face. “Should I be afraid? Because I am, totally.”

Ellie was looking down the hallway while she waited for her host of the evening to invite her inside after knocking on Barbara’s apartment door.

She didn’t yet feel the physical repercussions of today’s training, but tomorrow morning would be a wincing reminder for her muscles.

Ellie was yanked out of her inner thoughts with the opening of the apartment door. A wide smile was on Barbara’s face, feeling content in her arrival. Her blue eyes lit up even more when she saw what Ellie held in her eyes.

“Oh great, I love people who come bearing gifts!”

“I love bringing the wine.”

Ellie shook her head with a smile and stepped into the embrace Barbara was offering. “Show me what you got, Babs.” And with that, Barbara led her through her spacious apartment. The blue colors of the walls were warm and welcoming, not to mention it made her a bit jealous of how beautiful everything looked … and organized.

“Love the place.”

“Thanks. I’m usually a real slob.”

They arrived in the kitchen when a third voice reached her ears, “Oh trust me, that’s an understatement.”

Ellie tilted her head when she met the third guest who was already sitting at the laid-out table. Her shoulder-long hair which was dark at the roots transformed into an ombre-look with striking silver-white hair at the tips. Although what struck her were the high stockings clinging to her legs and the choker around her neck.

Damn, she looked smoking.

Ellie’s eyebrows arched in astonishment while her feet were rooted in place.

“And you are?”

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,” Barbara stepped forward, waving at her friend as an introduction. “That’s my friend I told you about.”

“Dinah Lance.” The woman with the silver tips stood up, showing her tall figure, and laying out her hand as a greeting. “Pleasure.”

Ellie gave the wine bottle to Barbara’s waiting hands to reciprocate the gesture. “Ellie Rhodes. And definitely.”

Dinah merely revealed a small smirk before she sat back down. “Looks like it’s a party.”

“You’re a superhero, too, aren’t you?”

Ellie certainly knew how to dramatize an evening if the ceasing of cutlery was anything to go by. Barbara cleared her throat, sending Dinah a sheepish look.

“I swear I didn’t tell her.”

Dinah chuckled, looking down onto her plate.

“I really don’t like the s-word.” Her wavy hair twirled in the air when she shook her head. “I prefer vigilante.” Narrowing her brown eyes, Dinah’s expression turned curious. “What gave me away?”

“It was just … a feeling, I guess. Also, there’s a certain dominance around you.”

Dinah’s grin turned lascivious. “Oh really? You should meet my ex-girlfriends; they certainly have stories to tell.”

Ellie cleared her throat, feeling herself blush at the flirtatious remark. “Sorry, didn’t mean to put you on the spot.”

“You didn’t.” Dinah waved a hand dismissively. “So… you don’t want to know my superpowers?” she presumed in a statement.

“You can tell me your secret identity when you trust me. All I need to know is that you’re a badass in and out of your suit.”

Dinah picked up her fork again to dig into her food. “Oh, honey, I certainly am. All the guys can attest to that when I start to scream.”

Barbara cleared her throat, desperate for a change of subject from the sexual tension lingering in the air. “So, we just saw Superman today.”

“Oh really?” Dinah chewed with her mouth open, furrowing her brow.

“Yep, he was such a boy scout about it too,” Ellie threw in with a grumble.

Dinah raised an impressed eyebrow at her annoyance. “What did he do?”

“Saved us from a falling beam,” Barbara mentioned.

“Oh wow, what an asshole, right?” Dinah asked with her mouth filled with noodles.

The evening shifted into some kind of relaxing event. Despite not knowing Dinah for very long, it felt like she was among friends.

“So, … what do you think of Dinah?”

Barbara and Ellie were both in the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher while Dinah chose some DVDs for the rest of the night.

Ellie breathed in, trying to find some fitting words for Dinah Lance. Shrugging, she tilted her head and used the back of her hand to adjust her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “Well, she’s intense, for sure.”

“I know she can be a flirt. She’s kind of a menace in that regard.”

Ellie pursed her lips in thought. “I like her. She seems nice. Under all that hard, seductive shell.”

Barbara cleared her throat, putting the used wine glass next to the kitchen sink. “Listen, I did some thinking, and you can say no, but here it is: I was wondering if you would like to join us for movie night.” She continued at Ellie’s confused expression, thinking they were just about to watch some movies, “I mean at the Wayne’s.” Barbara nibbled on her lower lip in vulnerability which was starting to mix with the excitement in her bright eyes.

Ellie raised her eyebrows at the suggestion that came out of nowhere. “Oh.”

“Yep.” Barbara pressed her lips together.

Ellie bit the inside of her cheek while her gaze wandered around to ruminate about it. “Does Bruce know about this?”

“Not really.”

Ellie narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Are the boys even on board with this? I mean, I left so abruptly. I am guessing they hate me.”

Barbara’s eyes widened in shock and whisper-yelled, “Are you kidding me? They miss you like crazy. They would love to have you over for movie night.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Barbara raised her hands in surrender. “That’s all I’m asking.”

“By the way, in the Batcave…”

“Yes?”

“What’s with the suit? You know, the–”

Barbara’s eyes turned morose before she gulped. The redhead nodded once. “You mean the one put on display with the yellow paint over it.”

“Yes, that’s the one.” Ellie tilted her head, feeling like she was breaching a sensitive subject.

Barbara breathed deeply. “It was a Robin suit.”

“Was?”

“Bruce didn’t tell you about that, did he?” She asked knowingly.

“No. He might have if things hadn’t gotten so messed up in the end.”

Barbara sighed deeply. She turned her head away until her fiery locks went tumbling down her face like a waterfall, covering her expression for what she said next.

“That suit belonged to Jason. Jason Todd,” she whispered brokenly. A hardened expression shrouded over her face when she turned back to her.

“What happened to him?” Ellie whispered, unsure if she just made a grave mistake talking about it and rehashing something truly horrific.

“He died. The Joker killed him.”

A/N: I'm a big Black Canary fan and love her in the Birds of Prey comics. I'm still writing with Jurnee in my head after I re-wrote this story. I just changed her hair a bit with the way I associate her character with the comics, not to mention after I saw a fancast picture.

Photo source: reddit

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14 @alwayshave-faith @ikranfuad @daydreaming-gemini @bluegalaxyprime @liadamerondjarin @steph21369 @andrewswifes-blog

#steph writes #watchtowerindistress #we are not our demons #batfleck #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne imagines #batman imagines #batman imagine #bruce wayne #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fic #batfleck x oc #batman x oc #bruce wayne x batmom #batmom x batfam

15 notes · View notes

strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

Text

Part Nine. Minecraft Dating 101

warnings: swearing, mostly super freaking fluffy but some oopsies at the end (which is the barely-there angst that i mentioned before!!), pet names?? if that bothers you??? (like...... one or both of them might use baby.........) word count: 5.3k (not including pictures)

behind the screen (irl dream x f!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

A/N: HEHEH SORRY ITS SO LONG SORRY hope you guys like it!!!! hope it lives up to your standards of minecraft dates lol also thank you guys all for all your suggestions!!! i loved all of them so much!!!! i would have added every idea except this was already 5k words so its much less “flirting” and more so “oh gosh im so nervous what am i supposed to do” from both of them so hehe i think thats more endearing anyway

**********

The familiar sound of a FaceTime call connecting rang in Y/n's ears and she held her phone up to her face. "Hi, Karl," she sighed.

"Y/N!!" he said with a cackle. "ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR DATE?!"

"Shut up, I'm doing this for you."

"I already gave you the tour though so really you could back out. You're choosing to stay." His voice was teasing and giddy. "Why's that, hmm?"

Heat rose instantly to Y/n's face. "Because I'm a woman of my word?"

"OkaAaAyy," he sang. "Or because you liiiiikeee himmm."

"Shhhut up, Karl. No, I don't."

"Suuuure."

"Is this why you called me?"

He giggled. "Yeah, but—"

Y/n disconnected the call and set her phone down with a small laugh and a shake of her head.

With her stream started and her chat greeted, the donation limit raised to $100 (both because she didn't want to be flooded with questions on the date and because she didn't want people to donate their hard-earned money), Y/n logged onto Dream's SMP and found the voice call Dream was in, George's name right under his.

After she clicked it to join, a small gasp emitted from her headphones before she heard Dream mutter something. "Get out, get out, leave."

George's voice was normal. "But I wanna—"

"GEORGE!" Dream yelled, making Y/n giggle.

"Fine!" George yelled back. "Have fun you two," he sang like Karl did before a sound from Discord told them that he left.

It was silent for a second before, "Hi."

"Hi." She giggled. "What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just some last minute, uh, setting up."

She hummed, amused at the sound of his frantic voice.

"So, um... are you ready for our date?"

"I don't even know where you are. I'm still in my house."

"Knock, knock," he said with a laugh. Y/n turned to see green peeking through the cutouts on her oak door and she laughed.

She ran to the door and opened it for him, revealing Dream in a slightly altered version of his Minecraft skin. He looked the same, except the white blob appeared to be wearing a necktie of some sort. "You look ridiculous," she admitted with a smile. "Wait, is this a fancy date? Should I change my skin?"

"It's not fancy, I just wanted to look my best for the prettiest girl in the world."

"Ohmygosh," she muttered to herself, hoping that writing off his charming words and actions as annoying would make her face not heat up as much. So far, it hadn't worked. Two minutes in and she was already blushing like a schoolgirl whose crush asked her to play tag at recess. "So, I'm not underdressed?"

"No, you're always perfect."

She didn't comment, opting for an eye-roll instead. Truthfully, she wanted to flirt back with him, try to make his heart beat fast like hers already was, but she was worried her words wouldn't come off joking and that the true intention would be obvious, that he'd be able to breeze right past the jovial tone and hear the sincerity in her words. Wait, true intention? What was her true intention? Her true intention should obviously be to just joke around and have some fun, but deep down she knew the motivation for teasing him came from somewhere different, somewhere more meaningful.

She wanted to tease him because she wanted to be the one to make him blush, to make him trip over his words and not know what to do with his hands.

Why? Well, she was still figuring that out.

"If you're ready, follow me, ma'am."

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as she followed his character down prime path.

"Hmmm..." he mused. "A secret, obviously."

"Obviously," she scoffed. She noticed that he was several blocks ahead of her and she smiled to herself. "Hey, Dream?"

"Hm?" he asked, spinning to face her as he ran backward.

"I don't know how many dates you've been on, but usually people walk together. You know, gives them an excuse to maybe hold hands or at least enjoy each other's company?" She made sure her voice had just the right balance of teasing and seriousness, curious as to how he would respond.

"I, uh... oh."

"Unless you want me to just meet you there. I mean, you're practically running away from me."

"I'm just excited!" he excused, stopping briefly so she could catch up with him.

"But look at how many beautiful things there around us to look at while we get to where we're going!" she told him. "Well, maybe not that," she said with a laugh as she punched her fist towards Tommy's dirt house. "But other things."

Dream laughed and continued to walk next to her like she requested, pausing if he ever got too far ahead. "How can I look at all those when the most beautiful thing is walking right next to me?"

She's never rolled her eyes so hard in her life. "Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him.

"OW! BUG!"

"That was supposed to be a pat on the arm but Minecraft only has one level of hitting and it's a punch. Sorry."

Dream wheezed briefly before containing his laughter. "This way," he instructed, getting off the path and starting into the woods.

"Oh, really you're trying to kill me. That's why you didn't want me to wear anything nice. Didn't want me to ruin any of my fancy stuff."

"Foiled my plans," he joked lightly. "Okay but really, um, I was thinking—well, so you already have a house but I was thinking we could build one together. Or build something, I don't know. But you're really good at building and I know you really enjoy it so I thought maybe you could show—like, teach me and then later I'll teach you something and then we can have a little picnic dinner."

Y/n smiled at her nervousness. "Hey, that actually sounds really fun!"

"What? What do you mean actually?" He laughed. "What, did you expect me to plan something boring?"

She laughed over his dramatic pouting. "No, but I mean, I didn't know what to expect," she said shyly. "I do have to say, though, I'm not sure what you plan on teaching me. I'm pretty much a master at all possible Minecraft skills, so..."

"Oh, really?" he taunted. "Everything?"

"Mhm," she hummed, her confidence wavering at his smooth voice.

"We'll see about that..."

"Unless you mean you're gonna teach me how to code Minecraft. That's a Minecraft skill I will admit I know nothing about."

"No, no, nothing like that," he said with a laugh.

"Good, save the programming talk for later."

"For laaater, hmmm?" he sang flirtatiously.

"Oh my gosh," she said through a laugh. "You would think that's what I meant."

"Hey, you're the one that said you think it's cute when I talk about coding. Maybe you're into that."

"I was saying it's sweet hearing you talk about stuff you like, you nerd. Why did you immediately think—what, is your idea of dirty talk talking about... like... computer viruses?"

"WhAT?"

"Hey girl, lemme clean out your motherboard," she mocked in a deep voice. "You overclock my processor. Lemme program your, uh—uh...hAHA, nevermind, ew, no."

"BUG?! WHAAAT? What is wrong with you?" His gasps for breath between wheezes made her laugh with him. "Don't ever talk like that again, pleASE."

"I won't, I won't, I'm sorry. Oh my gosh."

"Is that your idea of flirting? You are bad!"

"No, no, no!" She laughed. "I was making fun of you. No, I'm actually really good."

She couldn't stop giggling to herself for a few minutes, embarrassed but also proud of the reaction she got from Dream. She loved hearing him laugh as if he would never stop, it made her heart so happy to hear, especially when she was the one who caused it.

Though she feared her horrible pickup lines, if you could even call them that, were already clipped, ready to be used against her for the rest of her life. Worth it. Probably.

They approached a cleared-out area in the woods and Dream stopped and turned to Y/n. "So, we're here. What should we build?"

"Oh, so now I have to plan? Wow, you are so underprepared," she joked.

"What, no! I originally... I wanted to build a, like, a house together because I didn't— I forgot you made your—your house already and—but since you already have one—"

"We can still build a house," she interrupted with a soft voice. Him fumbling over his words was very endearing but also very confusing. How serious was he taking this bit? Or was he... actually nervous? She was actually nervous but she had reasons to be: a huge live audience to entertain and not ignore, and the weird staticky, itchy feeling in her tummy every time Dream spoke to her. Both valid reasons to be nervous. What was his excuse?

"Really? You wanna build a home together?"

Heat rose to her cheeks at his wording and she hummed. "Mhm. You can be my secret lover I hide in my vacation home. Like a second life kinda deal."

He scoffed. "Oh, now I'm just your side piece, Bug?"

"Nah, you're my main bitch, baby. I just wanna hide you away to keep you for myself because I'm selfish."

There was silence on his end for a few moments, making Y/n's face practically catch fire as she thought about her words. Why did she say that?? How can he flirt all the time but as soon as she says something: dead silence.

"Well.... shhhhhit," he finally mumbled definitively.

"You wanted me to flirt with you, Dream. You literally asked me too!" She laughed, trying to cover up her embarrassment. It had been less than 20 minutes and she already made a fool of herself.

"I did, I did, I just—wow. Come on, that was... I didn't expect you to go from never flirting to calling me baby!"

"Too much?" she bit her lip as she waited for him to explain if it was a good or bad thing.

He paused again. "....no."

She laughed loudly, pulling her hoodie collar up to her face in an attempt to rid herself of the giddiness and heat on her face. Like anyone could see anyway.

"So, a house?"

"A house."

"What kind of house do you think we should build together, Dream?"

"Maybe...." he thought as he ran around the area. "Maybe, like, a log cabin? Since we're in a forest. It's fitting..."

"Very true, very true..." she thought. "I was thinking a castle was more suited for you, king, but a cabin works too."

"Bug!" he yelled, laughter bubbling up in his voice. "What is wrong with you?"

"What?" she said defensively, giggling.

"You're a handful today," he groaned under his breath and she smiled. Though his words said one thing, Y/n could tell he was enjoying her energy.

"So, a dinky, old cabin, or what?"

"Whatever you want to build," he sighed.

"You always this agreeable?"

"Only to you."

"Well, I honestly don't have much practice with building cabins and since I want to show off my skills, I mean, that's the whole point of this, right? For me to impress you with my skills?"

Dream laughed so she continued.

"I think we should build a treehouse."

"A treehouse?"

"Mhm. What do you think? I make a pretty bomb treehouse."

"That sounds awesome!" he agreed. "Oh, and it could go from, like, one tree to another and, like, connect with a bridge! Like, the living room on one and the bedroom on another."

"Yeah, exactly! Okay, it's settled."

"What do we need? What do you want me to do?"

"I'm thinking.... we use cobblestone?"

Dead silent. Literally no noise until a few moments later, ".......Bug. This might be a deal-breaker."

"I'm joooking! You think I'd build something out of cobblestone? Who am I, Tommy? No, what's your favorite wood?"

"Dark oak."

"GOOD. Me too. So.... we need dark oak. Or, wait! Okay, hear me out."

"I'm hearing..." Dream prompted as he pressed A and D on his keyboard back and forth, earning a giggle from Y/n. He character was bouncing left and right is excitement.

"Dark oak planks..." she started.

"Mhm."

"Stone bricks..."

"Go on."

"And green wool for accents."

"Well, now you're just pandering."

"No!" she laughed. "Not, like, lime wool. Green wool. It's close to you but not as... obnoxiously blinding."

"I trust your vision. I'll go get materials."

"Perfect, you're the best, Dweam."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled before laughing. "You pick out a tree you think would be best for the main part."

40 minutes later, they were nowhere near being done. Y/n had shown him how to make a good house layout after he placed the floor in the shape of a square. She had yelled at him for it first, of course. They also had the frame of the walls and one bridge but nothing on the other side of said bridge. Not wanting the stream to last six hours since this was only the first part of the date, Y/n made a suggestion.

"What if...."

"What if what?" Dream asked, pausing to look at her character, who had stopped fixing his mistakes. "Did I mess something up?"

"No, I was just thinking. What if we make this the whole house and do a little garden on the other side of the bridge? Or like a little cute thing."

"A little cute thing?" Dream laughed.

"You know, like a thing," she said, knowing she hadn't clarified anything. "I forgot this is only date one, you can't read my mind yet."

"Oh, so there are gonna be future dates? I thought this was just to pay off your debt?"

She paused, playing with her hoodie strings between her left hand. "Well, I guess we'll see."

Dream laughed. "So, what little cute thing did you want to make?"

"We could put a bench facing the sunset and have some potted flowers and hang lanterns and stuff."

"Oh, like a romantic spot?"

"I guess if you wanna think of it like that."

"Sounds cute," he said. "So, we have to change the layout in here then?"

"Nah, I mean, we can just not add a kitchen, we obviously don't need one anyway."

"True. Then all we need is to put our bed down, right?"

"Beds," Y/n corrected.

"Well, when they're together it looks like one big bed."

"Who said we're putting out beds together?"

"Buuuuggg..." he whined. "Come on... lemme put my bed next to yours."

She giggled again. What was with all the giggling, sheesh. "No. There's plenty of space, put it somewhere else." She placed her white bed down in the corner and went across the bridge to bring her idea to life, or, to Minecraft.

It only took about ten minutes and she finished when Dream spoke again. "I think I'm done."

"I am too! Let's take one final look around." She went back inside and immediately noticed his bed right next to hers. She stared at his character and he laughed.

"Whaaat?" he asked shyly and she just sighed, letting it happen. They took a look around and agreed that it was basically the best treehouse in the entire universe, both in Minecraft and real life.

"Bug, you're so good at building," Dream complimented as he ran around the house. "What's your favorite part?"

"Ummm...." She looked around before deciding on the bridge. "I like how you made the bridge. And I like the little touches you added to it. It's nice."

"Thanks! I think the 'little cute thing' you did is the best part."

"Shut up, I can't stand you," she scoffed. "But thanks."

"Hey, Bug?" Dream asked, leading her back into the house. He faced the two beds placed together and she prepared herself for the worst joke of all time. "Is this where all the programming talk happens?"

"I knew it! I knew you were gonna say that! Shut up!" She punched Dream as he laughed loudly and she couldn't stop smiling. "You're such a nerd. You're so annoying."

"OH! I have an idea, wait here."

***

It had been a solid eight and a half minutes of Y/n waiting for Dream and he showed no signs of returning. He was silent too, so she resorted to saying random things to get him to crack.

"When will my husband return from war?" she joked, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

There was a small suppressed laugh from his mic, but still no words.

"Sometimes I think I can still hear him laughing at me."

He must have gotten reeeaaalll close to his mic, because his next words, the first ones he had spoken in almost ten minutes, were whispered but she felt like he was in her ear. "I'll be home soon, baby."

Once again, she was so glad her chat couldn't see her because she literally shivered and her face was so warm she felt like she was glowing.

For the first time all stream, her eyes betrayed her and she looked at her chat as she pulled her hoodie collar up to her face.

user18: BUGSY BEIN REEEAL QUIET

user4: i think i just passed out

user11: wHAT ON EARTH DREAM ADKXKH

user7: BUGSY ON GOD BE REAL WITH US WTF IS GOING ON RN

user2: hey bestie i cant do this rn

user9: they can't talk to each other like that and say they're just friends pleASE

Also for the first time all stream, someone dared to donate at her limit (which, again, was ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS).

karakatara donated $100 I had to donate bc I just HAD to tell you how cute you and dream are! honestly my favorite couple ever and I was just wondering how long you've been dating??? love you and your videos!!!!!

It was $100. She had to answer it. Meaning, she had to use words after Dream said that like that and she wasn't sure that was physically possible right now.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Dream taunted.

"Wha—what, are you—you stream watching, you weirdo?" she forced out. "Why?"

"I wanted to read your chat, they're really funny."

"I haven't been reading it."

"What, why? They've been so funny this whole time."

"I've been too scared to."

"Too scared? Of what?"

Of the jokes that she wanted to be real? Of seeing something so cute only to break her heart when she remembers it's all a joke? Of seeing someone hate her for being so close to Dream? Many things.

"Of seeing something... that boosts your ego."

"What? Oh, come on. Hey, answer the dono. Someone gave you their hard earned money for that."

"Yeah, wait, chat, I had the limit that high so you DON'T donate! Why on earth would you—"

"You're avoiding the question."

"We aren't actually dating! Not actually a couple!" she said with a laugh, though something in her heart was very much against laughing at that fact. "Obviously not."

"Well, it's only the first date, so, we'll see I guess, but..."

"I cannot stand you. Thank you so much for the dono, though, Karakatara. You're insane for... yeah. Thank you so much." She turned her attention back to Dream. "Actually though are you ever coming back?"

"Yeah, what, I'm almost there. I see the you staring out the window. ."

When he got inside, he dropped a blue cornflower for Y/n and stepped back. "Okay, now, give that to me."

She followed, not understanding. "For you, Dream." She dropped the flower.

"Aw, Bug! That's so kind! Aw! Thank you! Here's a flower for you, too!" He dropped her a red poppy and then put two item frames on the wall above their beds. He put the blue cornflower above his bed and she followed by putting the red one above hers. "Now that's my favorite part of the house."

"You didn't want to use the real ones? What, did you lose my flower or something?"

"Hell no!" he defended loudly. "No, I just don't want someone to steal that one. It's in my enderchest for safe-keeping."

He said it so casually like it was no big deal, but her heart soared. She too had his flower in her enderchest.

"This," she said dramatically with a sigh, "is now a treehome."

***

"I already told you I'm the best PVP player out there."

"Bug, honey, I've seen you play Bedwars. You're trash."

"Hey!" Hehe, honey. Shut up brain.

"But that's okay! I'm here to teach you."

Y/n's character stood across a makeshift battlefield from Dream's, an axe in hand and armor that was definitely donated by DreamXD on her body. "This is kinda sexist of you. Assuming I know how to name a cute house but not fight."

"Oh no, that's not—crap. Bug, I'm only basing this off of your streams, which I watch all the time—"

Once again, he said something so casual and yet it still made her heart skip three beats and once again, she grabbed the collar of her hoodie and pulled it up to hide her face. This thing had to be stretched by now from how often it was yanked on in this stream alone.

"—and don't get me wrong, you're great! But you're also good at a lot of stuff and—"

"Dream!" she giggled out. "I'm teasing. I admit you're much better than me."

"I wouldn't say much better but... it's the only thing I could possibly teach you anything about because you're just so good at Minecraft." His tone was sarcastic at this point but she knew he was meaning what he said.

"Whatever. Come on, Dream, show me how it's done."

He actually had a lot of very useful tips that Y/n otherwise would have never thought about. I guess when you tryhard Minecraft, she thought, you learn a thing or two about pvp. It was a complete joke, but she still kept it to herself.

"I could basically beat anyone now," she said confidently.

"Yeah, basically. Except maybe Technoblade."

"Nah, even him."

"Let's see how good you really are. To the death."

"What?" She laughed. "You're gonna try to kill me on our date?"

"Yeah, scared?" Seconds later, a creeper exploded near Dream and he screeched, jumping back. Y/n lost it. She laughed loudly, clutching her stomach.

"Dr-Dream!" She laughed. "What the hell was that?"

"It scared me!" he argued. "Here, I'll protect you," he offered, running past her and killing a skeleton that was shooting towards her.

"I don't need protecting, especially from you! Besides, if you're trying to kill me, you'd let the mobs get me."

"No," he decided. "No one's allowed to kill my Bug."

She was literally going to explode. "Wh—"

"Only I get to."

"Dream!" she scoffed, running to kill the skeleton first. She succeeded and he pouted.

"Hey—I did more damage than you, you just had the final hit."

"Really? Cause to me it looks like I'm your knight in shining armor."

"Nuh-uh," he spat.

"Dream. F5 right now, you're covered in arrows."

There was a pause. "Oh whatever." He hit her once and that's all it took for them to start fighting, throwing jokes and taunts at each other the whole time, eventually resulting in a satisfying win for her.

Dream was slain by Bugsy

"WHAT?! HOW?"

<Tubbo> i thogt you were on a date <Ranboo> well definitley not anymore <Ranboo> is that canon <JackManifoldTV> WOMEN

"What was that about you being better than me?" Y/n teased.

"Oh, come ON! I still had damage from the skeleton, and besides, I taught you everything you know!"

"That just makes you a very good teacher, Dream," she said sincerely and he paused, probably expecting her to insult him instead of compliment him.

"Yeah, suck up now that you've murdered me."

***

They were finally at their final stop, three hours into the stream. Not too bad on time, though this was probably the longest Minecraft date in the history of Minecraft dates. Also the best, but maybe Y/n was biased.

There was a huge tree, obviously built instead of naturally generated, with lanterns hanging down and lighting areas of the dark world around them. Under that was a checkered pattern of carpet, a single chest in the center with a potted plant sitting next to it.

"The carpet is supposed to look like a, uh, what's it called... picnic blanket?" Dream explained as they approached the scene, clearly not happy with how it turned out. "It looks weird. Nothing compared to the treehouse you built."

"We built," she corrected. "And this looks awesome, Dream," Y/n complimented. "It's is also my favorite colors."

"Yeah, I had some help from Karl on that one."

She leaned back in her chair in real life and pressed her hands to her face. Oh, it was so unfair how cute he was when he was shy like this. She glanced at chat, which only made her face go from the temperature of molten lava to basically the sun. She was going to explode.

She hummed, a little giggle coming out as well. "That's cute."

She sat (crouched) on the picnic blanket (piece of carpet) while Dream put a disc in the jukebox off to the side.

"Is that a Tommy disc?" she giggled and Dream laughed.

"No, no, no, don't worry. There shouldn't be any continuations of wars interrupting our date."

"Shouldn't be," she emphasized, noticing someone approaching them from the distance.

Dream was about to speak when Quackity reached them and quickly joined the voice channel.

"Oh no," Dream sighed. "We've come so far."

"AYYEEE WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?!" Quackity yelled in his Mexican Dream voice, his voice bubbling with laughter. "IS THIS A DATE OR SOMETHING, MAN?"

"Quackity, go AWAY!" Dream ordered, punching the character who had stripped to his underwear. "YOU'RE INDECENT! THERE IS A LADY HERE!"

Y/n laughed, enjoying the scene of fancy Dream hitting naked Quackity away from their picnic dinner.

"I'm your waiter, I'm your waiter!" Quackity said in his normal voice, still laughing. "DREAM! WILL YOU STO— QUIT HITTING ME!"

This had turned chaotic very quickly.

"We don't need a waiter," Dream informed him.

"Then I'm the singing gram you ordered." He started singing a song and Dream groaned. "HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT'S IT LIKE IN NEW YORK CITY—"

"No! You're being a clout chaser, go away!"

"I'm honestly impressed we made it this far without anyone coming into the voice channel," Y/n admitted.

"I paid them," Dream joked.

"You did not!" Karl's voice suddenly came through and Y/n laughed. "We were all just being polite and staying away but we're getting bored! We've been so patient!"

"Yeah, hurry up! We wanna play!!!" Sapnap whined. "Dream, it's not fair for you to steal Bugsy from us for so long."

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed with a laugh as Dream laughed along.

"Just ten minutes! Ten more minutes!" Dream bargained but none of them would have it. "Just so I can say goodbye!"

"No!" George insisted. "Right now!"

"Look, wait, wait, hold on—"

"—hold ON!" Dream begged, watching as the three boys ran and joined Quackity by the picnic blanket.

Y/n could not stop laughing at all the avatars around them. The date had been so peaceful and cute but all good things must come to a chaotic end.

"Wait, come on, Karl, Karl, Karl," Dream said quickly. "Come here. Bug, just a sec, please. Stay right there."

"Okay," she agreed, curious to see his plan.

Karl followed him and of course Sapnap couldn't help but also join them.

"Okay," Dream whispered loudly, clearly wanting everyone to hear his offer. He crouched and the other two copied. "Just give me ten minutes—"

"Ten?" Sapnap asked loudly.

"Shhh!!! Yes, ten minutes, to say goodbye and, you know, end the date."

There was a long, thick pause. "What exactly are your intentions with Bugsy Games," Karl asked seriously, matching Dream's whisper.

"Well, I wanna make sure she gets home safe, you know, so I'm gonna drop her off and, I don't know, see if maybe.... maybe she'll give me a hug?"

Karl and Sapnap both gasped dramatically and Y/n giggled, sparing a glance at her chat who were all freaking out.

"What the hell?" Quackity said while laughing. He and George were still standing near Y/n so they were just watching the goons with her.

"Bugsy is not that kind of girl!" Sapnap protested. "You think she's just gonna give you a hug?"

"Sapnap! Do you not know how to whisper???"

George let a loud laugh slip before slapping his hand over his mouth, which his mic picked up.

"Okay, Dream, wait, so you're gonna try to... hug her?" Karl clarified. "She won't even let me hug her. Good luck."

"Well, I'm not going to force her into anything but, I don't know, she said something about holding my hand earlier so I just thought maybe there's a possibility—"

"WHAT?" Karl yelled before going back to the whisper. "Okay, okay, don't panic, but that's huge. Dadnap, a word?"

He and Sapnap broke off from Dream and formed their own huddle, except their whispers were incoherent mumblings that weren't even English.

"Oh my gosh," Y/n groaned loudly, an unmistakable laugh behind her words.

"Okay," Sapnap said, rejoining Dream. "We'll give you five minutes but if you take any longer, we're barging in and killing you."

"Yes, sir!" Dream said. "Thank you, sirs."

"Mhm. Okay, break!"

They all uncrouched in sync before Dream ran back to Y/n.

"How did it go?" she asked as if she didn't hear the entire conversation.

"Bad news," he started. "Your dad's want you home."

"Shame, I was quite enjoying my time."

Dream slowly turned towards the boys as if to glare at them for ending the date before turning back to her. "Then, maybe, I don't know, we could do this again sometime?"

"I.... think I'd like that," she said slowly, trying to tease him.

He giggled and told her he was going to drop her off at her house, even though when the date was over, they were all probably gonna mess around together anyway so there was no point in them leaving the group. But it was the thought that counted.

He ended up taking her back to the treehouse, which warmed her heart. She also noticed when they faced each other at front of the door, she could see the four other boys watching them.

"Goodnight, my sweet Bug," he said poshly.

"Goodnight, Dream." He turned away but she stopped him. "Wait!" She moved to his side and made a loud, MUAH, sound before stepping back in front of him. "A kiss on the cheek," she clarified, not wanting him to think she gave him a real kiss.

"Cute," he said under his breath, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud. "Night night." He turned away and ran down to the others, screaming the whole way. "GUYS, DID YOU SEE THAT? BUG GAVE ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK!! OMG DID YOU SEE, DID YOU SEE?"

Chat was gonna have a field day with that. Actually, with a lot of things that had happened. Oh, she could see the clips and edits now.... oh boy.

**********

PREVIOUS | NEXT

**********

Taglist: OPEN (at the time) (bold = couldnt tag)

@theboywhocriedlupin @hydrate-tion @loraleiix @tinaswagbd @charsdummb @smileyyuta @1ghoste1 @cerberus-hellhound @gaysludge @queestionmark @carnations-red @letsloveimagines @the-fictionwriters-hairdo @boiled-onionrings @a-cryptic @fee-btheweeb @erwinss @just-a-stan @axths @kayleigh2703 @furiouspockettoad @sometimeseverythingsucks @powerpuffyn @itshaileyn @millavalntyne @automaticcomputerpaper @nikkineeky @fivedicksinatrenchcoat @sprucekot @bellomi-clarke @possiblyanxioushuman @jabby16 @mae-musicbitch @hungoverhellhound @dreamyteam @kuroo-icedtea @stuffforreferences @menacingaesthetic @sapphic-soot @fangeekkk @haseulreturns @queenwastaken @peteysgf @losingvienna @bi-narystars @zero-nightshade @erinitoburrito @sparklykeylime @youhyakuya @danny-devitowo @clubfairy @loser-keiji @oi-itsemily @alm334 @the-katastrophe @wreny24 @applecakeradio @unicornblood4ever @brendalopez99 @spacecluster @justonemoreepisode @strawbrinkofdeath @aikochan4859 @chaotic-tieflings @dreamsofficialwife @where-thesundoesntshine @jamiealenaa @unstableye @kageyamama-hinatatata @officiallyunofficialperson @secretly-a-weeb @localsimp @loxbbg @rhymeorreason1

#rpf #real person fiction #dream x reader #mcty x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken x y/n #mcyt x y/n #dream smau #dreamwastaken smau #smau #social media fic #dream social media fic

943 notes · View notes

vannybarber · 3 years

Text

The Prenup: Final Chapter

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

You lied.

You didn't come back the day after. Or the next day. In fact, you stayed at the hotel for almost a week. You didn't stay in the same clothes of course. You went out to buy everything you needed. Clothes, hygiene products, prenatal vitamins. You were the saddest and most ridiculous thing to walk this earth.

Lisa and Scott eventually came over with your permission of course. You couldn't say no to them. You weren't upset with them.

"How've you been, sweetie?" They both look for your answer, trying to read your face.

"To tell you the truth, I actually feel like an asshole. I honestly realize how immature I was. Chris definitely was, but I was stooping to that level myself. But I won't admit to him just yet. I want him to recognize how immature he was too."

It was crazy to even hear it from your own mouth. But you had time to think it over. You recognized how stupid you looked living in a hotel because you couldn't put your immaturity aside.

"Well this might be a shock to you, but I had a talk with him also and it might've did something." You make eye contact with her and your eyebrows jump. Indeed, you were surprised. She continues.

"I know you guys will be able to resolve this. But you need to try. You've have been together too long to let this get in between you two. I think he finally understands." She sets her hand on yours, which was placed in your lap.

He finally understood? You had to see this for yourself. You hoped to everything that she was right. You actually wanted to fix this and he needed to be on board and feel the same way.

It occurred to you after some time that his points were actually valid. It was just the way he came across is all. You were in your own feelings and took it really personal, which was understandable, but you got stubborn. Even though he got a prenup for his own reasons, you felt as if he didn't love you as much as you love him.

This could all be fixed, but he needed to set some boundaries with Megan. He had no choice. Wait till she finds out about the baby. Evidently none of the other Evans' knew about the baby because it was never brought up. You secretly thank Chris for keeping that between you guys, even though he was most likely still upset that you weren't gonna tell him about the baby right away.

You both are grown ass adults and you're having a child together. This bullshit needed to end.

"Oh my gosh this is great !! All my shit talking did some good." Lisa clears her throat at him. "Along with Ma's great advice of course." You just laugh. You loved your family.

"I think I'm ready to see him. Scratch that. I am ready to see him. I want my fianceé back." You smile and grasp your hands together. You don't think you've ever seen them smile so hard.

"Oh yeah we know you're pregnant." You stop smiling and stare at Scott like you've been caught in the cookie jar. "You know Chris can't keep his big mouth shut." Well that's a Gemini for you.

"Now its really important that you solve this. You're bringing another life into the world!" Lisa exclaims. "Plus I'm gonna have another grandbaby!!"

You giggle and shake your head. "Well we need to head over there right now then!"

Little did you know Chris was on the exact same page as you. Down to every line and every word.

He has always been indecisive and this situation really forced him to take some responsibility and rethink his behavior. You had all the reason to feel the way you did, his intentions clearly being missed by you. Whatever they even were.

He also decided that he was going to set Megan straight about his personal life and respecting you. You were his future wife. And now that you're bringing a baby into the world, she definitely needed to be put in check. He can't even believe how he allowed her to disrespect you like this.

Now he only hoped that you'd want to sort this out and forgive him. He needed you no matter what he said. He did make up excuses because your relationship was too good to be true. He's never had a connection like this before. He never allowed it, but clearly it was for a reason because it give you a chance to come in his life and completely change it for the better.

When he had gotten home from visiting you, his feelings were all over the place. Upset that you didn't come back with him and guilty for making you feel the way you did. He just felt like he was doing the right thing because Megan told him to. Deep down inside, he really didn't even want to get the stupid prenup anyway.

"So where's Y/N? Is she okay?" Shanna asked for everyone. They all expected you to come back too. They didn't know you were this stubborn.

"She's alright. She said she wasn't ready to come back just yet. Which I completely understand. But I feel like a failed once again." He slumps on the couch and lies back. "I don't deserve her at all."

"Now Chris, you know what you have. And what you have is good. Better than anything you had before. You two were made for each other. You're a hard head and I know you're not giving up this easily" Lisa says to him, taking a seat to his right.

"You know she's pregnant." He really shouldn't have said that and he knows it, but he can't keep a secret to save his own life. Everyone in the room gasps. "I found the tests in the bathroom. If I didn't go in there and discover them myself, she wasn't planning on telling me yet."

"Well she probably wanted to fix this before adding more on top of it." Scott adds. And he was absolutely correct.

"Well I'm happy for you! But I you still have this going on." Lisa's voice goes from excited to monotone. She's super happy, but she wished this could have been evented at a much better time.

"Well this could've made things better...or worse." Chris throws his NASA cap on the couch angrily.

Carly speaks up.

"You and Scott should go visit her. I doubt she'll turn it down."

"Yeah Ma. We should see where her heads at. Maybe her mind will change with our advice" Scott agrees. He loves you as a sister. Anything threatening that would have to be put to death immediately.

"Guys, I don't know about that. She seemed pretty definite on how she felt." Chris didn't want to make it worse than what it was, but he always found a way to do that anyway.

"Chris come on" Scott drags out. "We have to try."

"Y/N is a smart girl. She knows what she needs to do and it will come to her. I know it'll work out. And when it does, you'll realize your love is inevitable." Lisa smiles knowing she is absolutely right.

Now she just waits for it all to fall in place.

You were currently outside in the driveway of your house. You drove back there in your car with Lisa and Scott behind you. When you arrived, you hopped in her car to discuss how this was going to go.

Looking at the property, you admit missed your place, but you allowed your infantilism to get in the way.

"Okay he's in there, but he doesn't know you're coming back." Scott speaks lowly from the back seat.

"Wait you didn't tell him?" You snap around mystified. Why did they not tell him?

"Because we wanted it to be a surprise. Well I wanted it to be a surprise." He corrects himself when Lisa throws him a look through the rear view mirror.

"Well um okay. Then this just has to play out itself. Hopefully he's happy to see me..?" You were unsure yourself. The little intimate moment you had before he left couldn't dictate how he'd feel now.

"I'm positive he is, but you won't know unless you get up in there. Go ahead! We'll get your stuff," Lisa encourages. You think she's more excited than anyone. You thank her with a kiss on the cheek and high five Scott then head out of the car. You walk up the driveway to the front door. You didn't get the key out your bag so you rang the doorbell.

A few moments, the door is jerked open. You automatically know he didn't even look through the peephole before he opened the door. He needs to stop doing that.

You appear in his vision and he pauses.

"Y/N? Baby?" Incredulity is all in his voice.

"Yes, that is my name." You giggle. "Can I come in?"

"Uh of course! You live here, ya know." He steps back so you can walk inside. Walking through the threshold, you look around the house as if it was foreign to you. For whatever reason, you expected some dramatic changes. One thing that didn't change is his shoes in the middle of the floor. His bad habit.

"Chris what did I say about your shoes in the walkway?" You scold him and move them to the corner with his others. You can't count how many times you've almost fell face first because of his shoes in the way and truthfully, you not watching where you're going.

"Sorry I forget a lot" he says sheepishly with a tiny smile on his face stopping behind you. This makes your corners turn up as well.

You stand facing him and him facing you. Neither of you say anything. You can't tell if it is because you don't know what to say or that you just really missed each other's faces. Before you do speak, Lisa and Scott are inside with your things.

"Oh guys just put that stuff on the couch. Thank you again!" You point to the sofa, absentmindedly moving closer to Chris.

"We need to talk." Turning back to him, you nod. You remember why you're here in the first place. You needed to put an end to this.

"Right. Patio?" You always go out there to have conversations or just to chill with each other. He nods his head and turns to his family.

"We're gonna go outside and talk for a bit. Okay?"

"Oh yes take all the time you need," Lisa exclaims, shooing you both off. Scott is grinning himself. You just smile and walk to the back door onto the patio. Chris follows quickly behind.

Once you both get outside, you sit down. You wouldn't say it was awkward, but there was definitely some tension. You decide to break it.

"I'm really sorry, Chris."

"Baby I'm so sorry."

Guess he wanted to as well. You were about to talk, but he spoke up first.

"I want to apologize first. I was completely wrong here. I was being an asshole and I deserved everything you said to me. And everything Scott said to me as well." He rolls his eyes at that part. You could only imagine the dragging Scott was giving him. "I allowed Megan to disrespect you and that was a dick move. No one should allow their partner to be treated like that. You're were going to my wife and I stooped that low. I'm truly sorry." He searches in your eyes for something to let him know that you forgave him, knew that he was really sorry at least.

You look away about to let the flood come like Noah and the Arc. You've been waiting to hear that for a while and you knew he meant every word. But now it was your turn. Clearing your throat and wiping your eyes, you speak up.

"This isn't completely your fault, baby." You take his hands in yours. "I am also guilty as well. I acted so immature and didn't even truly try to resolve this because I wanted to victimize myself the whole time. Although you were acting like a huge dick, I still played a part. I am so sorry for not planning on telling you about the baby. That was unfair of me. I know that you love me and that I am important to you, so if you still want me to sign the prenup, I'll do it."

Hearing the words come from your mouth surprised you both. He didn't think you'd ever give in and you sure as hell were making sure you wouldn't. But here you are agreeing to it because you love him that much and wanted to make him happy. Your relationship would work so it would never come to be used. You had strong faith in that.

"That's another thing." He shakes his head and you're now confused. "I don't want you to sign a prenup. We're not doing that. I already plan on talking to Megan about it. And I'm going to address her on knowing her place working for me. Since you know that I love you, so fucking much, I don't need to worry about money. Nor a divorce. Like Ma said, we were made for each other and I'll be damned if I let you get away from me."

"So no prenup?" You needed to hear it again.

"No prenup, love." He grins at you, squeezing your hands. You pull from his grip and jump up busting out random dance moves. His mouth is ajar.

"No prenup! Ain't signing no prenup! Lalalalalaaaaa! No prenup!" After your little dance number, you sit back down with no shame. You needed that.

"I'm glad that you finally came to your senses, Christopher. Your mother taught you well" you say in a pompous manner. He just can't help but laugh. You truly were something else.

"We have a little one coming soon and we have to be out best selves for them. Pinky promise each other that we never ever argue and not fix it in a matter of 25 minutes ever again?" He holds out his pinky finger waiting for yours.

"I promise." You wrap yours around his and grin. "So we're good?"

"Well there is one more thing." He stands up and reaches in his pocket. He pulls out your engagement ring and gets on one knee. Just when you had no tears left to cry.

"Y/N, baby, will you be my fianceé again?" You laugh breathlessly and nod your head.

"Yes, you meatball!" He slips the ring back on your finger and you jump in his arms. Almost knocking him over, he grabs your face and kisses you. You wasted zero time kissing him back because you needed it. It had been so long.

Finally pulling away and balancing your breaths like you just ran a 5k, you both make eye contact and burst out into laughter.

"Come on. Let's go tell them." He grabs your hands and you rush inside the house. Heading into the living room you see them both watching with anticipation.

"So?" Scott speaks and they both stand up.

"Guess who's getting married ?!"

HELP-😌 im so proud of myself. i decided to end this with a nice fluff. it was well deserved. i read you guy's comments and it influenced how i wrote it. some of you mentioned immaturity in y/n and that was really valid. and the point about the prenup making sense.

thank you so much for reading. i am honestly so grateful that you guys liked it. i didn't expect it to blow up like it did. im crying now so bye ✌🏽🤧❤

tags:

@mayafatimakhan @attitude-times @shawn-youth @traceyaudette @kyraroseficreblogs33 @radi0active-thoughts @youthought-iwasa-nicegirl @ohbarracuda @katelyneannxo @jennamarieee623 @craycraycraic @ilikeurdad @captainson-of-coul @joanne-stan @ilovetheeagles @cristinagronk16 @kelbabyblue @onyourgoddamnleft @jessycatth @misz-adrii @geminievans1 @saltyflowermakertaco @a-moment-captured @harrysthiccthighss @dauntless2022 @allboutdatmarvel @ineedpineapple @illyrianprincess @ladycumberbatchofcamelot @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @marianas-studyblr @obliviatevamps @thevelvetseries @coffeebooksandfandom @shamelessfangirl-3 @quietmyfearswith @kissme-hs @lvgllre @arabescapr @careless-intuition @lady-x-red @donutloverxo @princess-evans-addict

#cevans #chris evans #avengers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #andy barber smut #steve rogers smut #captain america #chris evans fluff #chris evans smut

828 notes · View notes

darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

Text

Little Bones 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series); harassment, general creepiness, unwanted touches

This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down

Note: We got another part and I hope you love biker!Thor as much as I do. It’s lots of fun.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 2: Better butter your cue finger up

The bottle of wine sat on your counter and you hid away the vodka in your freezer as you resisted the temptation of both. The library made hangovers even worse with its bright lights and tedious nothingness. So you tried to ignore the tapping at your shoulder, the persistent tug of your paranoia, and pretended that nothing had changed. In Birch, nothing did change, right?

The click of your mouse and the loud tapping of keys filled the silence of the library. Colin snored with eyes wide open. It was hard to tell when the old man was awake or sleeping. You weren’t sure there was a line left between the two for him. He spent most of his working hours in the back on the other side of the windowed wall although what exactly he did there remained a mystery.

There wasn’t very much to do there outside the occasional school visits in which students walked down to complete some research project or the teacher’s held a crafting circle. You liked those days as often you could join in and help wrangle in the pupils as they explored the sterile shelves.

Melissa stood and her chair rolled back with a grumble. She stretched and bent to grab her purse from under the desk.

“I’m going down to Bab’s. You want anything?”

“Hmm,” you tapped your chin as you leaned back. “I wouldn’t mind a latte. Oh, and I think they have the banana loaf today. A slice of that too.”

You peeked under the desk and sat forward to grab your bag from the cubby beside your PC tower. “Nope,” Mel stopped you, “it’s on me today. I need a breath of fresh air anyway. Even if it is cold as hell.”

“Oh, thanks, Mel,” you smiled and grabbed a pen to click in your monotony. “We should dig out the Christmas decorations soon. It might actually give us something to do.”

“Maybe for an hour or two,” she pulled her jacket from the rack that stood against the wall between the front counter and the back room, “We could try something new this year. I saw these lights online, you can program them with your phone.”

“You think Colin could handle that?”

“Like he would even notice.” She laughed and pulled on her coat and grabbed her purse. “Latte, banana bread.” She recited. “I’ll be back.”

You watched her go then stretched your legs out as you arched in the chair. You fell back limp and closed your eyes. You could fall asleep right there. You really couldn’t blame Colin for his waking trance. This place made your ears buzz and your head spin.

You heard the whoosh of the automatic doors and sat up. You were surprised at your visitor but not disappointed. Melissa’s daughter approached the desk as she swung her bag in her hand. You could tell by the little wrinkle between her eyebrows that she wasn’t happy.

“Your mom’s just gone to Bab’s,” you rolled closer to the desk. “You must’ve seen her.”

“I saw her.” She said tersely. She stilled her fidgeting and planted her dangling purse on the desk. She sighed and crossed her arms. “I’m here to talk to you.”

“Is something the matter?”

You were nervous. You knew her as well as her mother and you got along. You shared an interest in old Hollywood and a taste for dry history and humour. You liked her, envied her even for having a mother like Melissa.

“I hate doing this. I hate when he makes me do this.” She dropped her arms and instead gripped her hips. “You want to come down to the Asp tonight? For a drink?”

You chuckled and clicked the pen. “It’s Wednesday. I have to open tomorrow and--”

“Hrgh,” she huffed. “I’m sorry but it’s… not a question.”

You put the pen down and clamped your lips together. She shook her head and looked away.

“It’s an order. From Bucky.” She tapped her toe on the carpet. “I tried to tell him that you wouldn’t want to come so late. That you know, you work. He just doesn’t listen and--” She heaved and threw up her hands in exasperation, “I tried.”

“But… me? I don’t even know any of those… people. It’s not really my scene.” You swallowed and dug your nail into your thumb.

“I’ll be there. Same with Steve’s girl from the bakery. She’s nice. And…” her eyes were dull but irritated, “look, if you don’t show up, Bucky will go and find you. Everyone in town reports to him. You don’t have to be in his club, he owns Birch.” She grabbed the thin strap of her small purse and drew it from the desk, “you don’t want to learn that the hard way like I did.”

You knew it wasn’t Bucky who wanted you there, you suspected that big blond brute who had chased you down the street. Her anxiety fed yours and made you uneasy. If she were that afraid, how scared should you be?

“I think you know my answer considering I’ve been given little choice.” You said firmly. “What time?”

“Seven. I got him to budge on at least that. You won’t be out too late.” She gave a weak smile and twisted the strap of her bag. “Stay close to me and I’ll do what I can. You know, with Steve’s girl, I really tried…” She looked away and rolled her as they turned glossy. “Sometimes, Bucky listens to me and I’m figuring out how to make him.”

“Why are you with him?” You whispered. “Why--”

“You think it’s a choice I made.” She blinked and sniffed. “No, it was made for me when I was born in this god forsaken pit.” She thrust her purse over her shoulder and shrugged. “I don’t know why anyone would make up their mind to come here.”

“I can’t say I’m happy with the decision.” You returned.

She sent you a pitying look before she spun away. She marched back to the doors as her mother nearly collided with her. They spoke for a few minutes before the younger left and Melissa came over to plop her goodies on the desk.

“New latte flavour, candy cane. I figured we might get a bit festive.” She announced.

💀

You stood outside the Asp and stared up at the snow-covered marquee. The powder began to fall just after noon and collected along the small ledge below the image of Cleopatra. You wore a bright pink toque with an oversized pom-pom and tucked your chin down against the matching scarf tucked down the front of your cherry-coloured coat. You stuck out among the grey of Birch.

You didn’t put much effort into getting ready. You kept on the same polka-dot blouse from work and traded your trousers for faded jeans and a pair of knee-high boots. You took a breath and stepped through the doors, barely avoided the rush of snow that fell down behind you.

The bar smelled of beer and a stale but pungent dinginess. You looked around in the low din. The bartender, a woman named Lucy, dried several glasses and stacked them on a shelf and every man in the place wore leather.

You found Melissa’s daughter next to Bucky as he squinted at his closest accomplice, Steve. The shy girl from the bakery was tucked under his arm as she picked at the hem of her short skirt. You cleared your throat as you pondered leaving.

A figure on Bucky’s other side stood and you frowned as that man, Thor, smiled at you like a puppy. You fixed your mouth into a straight line as Bucky’s girl rose and waved you over.

“Hey, you made it,” she said. You didn’t miss the way Bucky’s hand slid up her thigh.

“Yeah,” you said flatly as you rounded the table.

“Kitten,” Thor greeted as he pulled out the chair next to him in a flourish. “I’ve a seat just for you.”

You looked from the chair to his face. You made no move to sit.

“If that’s not to your tastes, you can sit in my lap.” He taunted.

Your lips parted in disgust and you grabbed the back of the chair. You wrenched it away from him and backed up steadily as you dragged it around the table. You stopped it next to Steve’s girl and unzipped your jacket. You sat and shrugged out of the coat then crossed your arms. You tore your eyes from the large man and smiled at the baker girl.

“The banana loaf was good,” you said. “Sorry I didn’t make it down.”

“Oh, it’s ugly out there,” she turned in Steve’s hold and his arm slipped down around her waist.

You could feel Thor’s constant gaze as you humoured the girl about the weather and listened to her story about how Mrs. Deeton sent back a blueberry scone for not having any blackberries. You did your best to blot out the rest of the bar.

“Kitten, you want a drink?” He interrupted and you peered over at him. You glanced from him to Lucy as she stood and awaited an order.

“Do you have ginger ale?” You asked her directly.

“We have club soda or iced tea right now.” She said with venom.

“Iced tea, thank you.” You fished through your purse for a fiver.

“Put it on my tab,” Thor insisted.

“No, it’s fine, I--”

You held out the bill and he reached across to snatch it from your hand. “On my tab.” He repeated and the barmaid stomped away. He tossed the five back to you and smirked. “Keep it, kitten.”

You swiped it up and turned back to Steve’s girl. She looked frightened as she stared at the blonde man and slowly returned her attention to you.

“Um, so, I was going to tell you the secret ingredient to Bab’s banana bread but you have to promise not to tell.”

“Sure,” you leaned in and she whispered it in your ear and giggled.

“I’m not supposed to tell.” She uttered as she touched her cheeks guiltily.

“I’ve been telling her she don’t need to worry about rules,” Steve intoned as his fingers danced on her hip.

“My mother made the best banana cream pie,” Thor interrupted. “She handed the recipe down to me. My sister was never much into sweets.”

“Oh?” Steve’s girl turned to Thor. “We don’t serve that at Bab’s but we have lemon meringue.”

“Mother made that too. She showed me the trick to perfect peaks. I could show you.”

Steve growled and pulled his girl closer. She looked at him as he sent a heated glare at Thor. She touched his chest and cooed at him to relax. Lucy returned with your iced tea and you took it eagerly as the tension burned at your face.

“So, kitten,” Thor scooted his chair around the table as you set your glass down, “what trouble did you get into today?”

“I work at a library.” You uttered dryly.

“And did you enjoy your wine last night? I always heard it’s better with company.”

You jutted out your jaw in annoyance and looked at him. He was painfully persistent.

“Excuse me.” You stood and nearly gave him a face full of your chest. You looked to Bucky’s girl as she listened to his incessant grumbles. “Where’s the restroom?”

“Just down there,” she pointed along the far side of the bar.

“I could show you,” Thor offered and you waved him off.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“Yes, you are,” he purred and you backed up as his eyes grazed your hips.

You were all too eager to hide in the bathroom and closed yourself in a stall as you tried not to scream. You had dealt with perverts before. Often you were the butt of some joke. The wingman settled for the chubby girl so his pal could get laid. Those types thought you were desperate and had no qualms with getting handsy on the dance floor. But college was long ago and Birch wasn’t known for its nightlife.

After a moment, you were able to steady yourself and you left the stall. You stood by the grungy sink and stared at the mirror. Why you? Why was this idiot bugging you?

You went back out with reluctant steps. You passed a drunk man at the bar talking about some feat of machismo in his foregone youth. As you neared the table, you froze in the spot as you listened.

“...she’s fat anyway.” Steve snarled and laughed meanly.

His chortle was curtailed as a chair scraped on the floor and the baker girl cried out. Thor forced Steve to his feet but the front of his tee shirt. He pulled him past his girl and brought him close as he growled down at him through flaring nostrils.

“I like you, Rogers, but your mouth makes it real hard.” Thor sneered.

“What the fuck?” Steve struggled against him, “let me go.”

“I’m not sitting here shit-talking your woman, eh. You might have little respect for them, but I do.”

“Jesus Christ!” Steve was on tip-toes as he was held up by the other man.

“Apologize.” Thor demanded.

“Wha--”

“Dammit, Steve, say sorry.” Bucky snapped.

“S-sorry, dude.” Steve stuttered.

“Not to me,” Thor turned and to your surprise, he thrust Steve around to face you. “To her.”

You stared in shock as Steve straightened his shirt. He was like a petulant child as he looked you in the eye. “I’m sorry.”

“For…” Thor prodded.

“I’m sorry I called you fat.” Steve looked away.

“I…” you didn’t know what to do or say as you glanced past him to the other girls. “Well, I am so it’s fine.”

Thor shoved Steve back and his thick brows drew together. “Don’t listen to him,” he said. “I like a little extra.”

“Hey,” Bucky’s girl interrupted as she stood suddenly, “the table’s free. How about I get Wanda and we can play some doubles, just us girls.” She touched Bucky’s shoulders, “leave the men to their business.”

Thor’s shoulders fell and he shook his head. He grinned at you even as his disappointment shone through.

“Sure,” you answered as you stepped around him. “Sounds fun.”

💀

You focused on the felt. It didn’t help block out the blazing heat of Thor’s leer. You refused to look over at him and instead pretended to be enthralled with the game of solids and stripes.

When you were a kid, you went to the youth centre and played with the rest of the kids desperate for a distraction. In uni, you enjoyed your plastic cups of cheap sambuca and coke at the campus bar and chalked up the cues. You were no expert but you could hit a good shot now and again. Your mother used to recount tales of her hustler father. Maybe it was his blood that kept your hand steady.

The other girls played as a pair as you handed off to Wanda. She wore the cut of the Birch’s club and her dark lipstick was the same shade as the leather. You saw her now and again with the men. She smoked her cigarettes out front and watched the town with indifference.

Wanda took her shot and clicked her tongue as she scratched. You shook your head as Steve’s girl scrunched her nose at the table. You were even; three stripes and three solids. She went around the far corner and awkwardly positioned herself over the side. She reached back to tug down her short skirt, she was clearly uncomfortable in the revealing outfit.

She sunk her mark but her next stopped short of the pocket. She shook her head and apologized to Steve’s girl who assured her with a pat on the shoulder. You took the cue from Wanda and walked around the table. You walked back and wondered if you could sink two in one. It was a possible angle but could you hit it?

You tilted your head and sighed. You bent and brought your foot back as you squinted and carefully positioned the cue. You couldn’t decide whether you should try to spin it to the right or hit it straight on. You knew the power you needed but you couldn’t afford to hit a stripe.

You almost tapped the cue ball as you felt a warmth over you and suddenly a hard torso was against your back. You went rigid as Thor bent over you and put his hands over your as he adjusted your aim. His hot breath wrapped around your neck.

“Almost, kitten,” he pushed his crotch against your ass.

You pulled the cue back so that it hit his ribs and he grunted as his hands fell to the edge of the table. You took the shot and pushed out of his grasp. His hand dragged over your ass as he stood straight and touched his side with a wince.

“I got it.” You said as both balls rolled and dropped into opposite pockets.

He chuckled and bit his lip. It was almost a snarl as he watched you across the table and you sensed the bated breaths of the other women.

“I like a woman with a firm grip,” he winked, “And confidence.”

You looked back to the table as he loomed on the other side. You sunk the last solid and lined up for the eight ball. A straight, easy shot that even the most amateur could get. You ended the game and Wanda clapped as the other girls grumbled their congratulations.

“Best out of three?” Steve’s girl asked.

“I’m sorry to disappoint but I have to work early.” You leaned the cue on the table. “I showed up and now I’m done. It was fun, girls, but I’m gonna turn in.”

You smiled at each of them and your face fell as you passed them and went to grab your coat from the chair where it still hung. Thor was less than subtle as he followed you to the table and watched you zip up your coat over your chest. You slung your purse over your arm and pulled your hat on as you braced for the chill that awaited you.

“You shouldn’t walk alone.” Thor intoned.

“It’s a small town. I’m fine.” You spun away and again, he followed.

At the door, you turned back and crossed your arms. “Look, I can handle myself, buddy. Now leave me alone.”

“I’m just being nice.”

“You’re being a pest.”

“You love it.”

You huffed and closed your eyes to keep them from rolling back into your skull. You looked at him again and bit down on your words. “Do you ever give up?”

“On you, never.” He grinned.

“Well, be a good dog and stay.” You jabbed your finger in the air. “Stay!” You repeated as if he was a hyper dog. “Good.”

You quickly slipped through the door and booked it across the street. The door didn’t hit the frame but was instead caught as his boots scuffed out behind you. You peered back as you reached the other side and kept up your steady jog. He watched you but did not give chase.

“I’ll sniff you out one day, kitten,” he called out. “Pussy, pussy, pussy.”

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #biker!thor #chubby!reader #fic #series #birch #biker au #biker!au #au #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #threequel #sequel

559 notes · View notes