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kewpiemeayo · 2 years

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Comic Universe

➤ 〖Dick Grayson〗

Everyone's crowd favourite; arguably the golden child for most. Dick Grayson is often characterized as the most reliable person on the team as the leader and to the rest of his family as the eldest son. With that said, nobody from Bruce Wayne's family exists without trauma... Another prominent choice to bring home to meet your parents ;) Currently three (3) stories available to read!

➤ 〖Jason Todd〗

The most prominent member of the Undead Robin Club, Jason is a little rough around the edges but he has plenty of stories to share though they may not be all that fun and lighthearted. He may seem more brawn than brain, but Jason's actually the local literature nerd and the one with the highest GPA in the family. His less-than-ideal date? Anywhere near a carnival or a place with clowns. Currently twenty-two (22) stories available to read!

➤ 〖Tim Drake〗

Tim Drake is brilliant, a real innovator, but what he needs is to innovate a better sleeping schedule. Those eyebags are Gucci and that coffee? Probably his fifth cup. He's passionate about the things he sets his heart and his mind on, so if you happen to find yourself weighing on both, just know that Tim would do absolutely everything for you. Currently one (1) story available to read!

➤ 〖Roy Harper〗

Error 404: Love Interest, Roy Harper, may be quite different depending on which version you load. Roy is a bit of a package deal. You either get him with the trauma, him and his best friend, Jason Todd, or him and his child. If you're lucky, it's a 3-in-1! His excellent marksmanship may just land a Cupid's arrow in your heart. Currently one (1) story available to read!

➤ 〖Mark Grayson〗

Mark Grayson is undoubtedly a mama's boy and perhaps for the right reasons. To some, he's still learning the ropes to a multitude of things happening in his life and that may or may not include you. Just know that Mark will always do his absolute best in making the better choices with others in mind, even if it's at the cost of his own abilities. Currently eleven (11) stories available to read!

#mea.masterlists #dc comics #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #roy harper #mark grayson #invincible #mea.markgrayson #mea.dickgrayson #mea.jason #mea.tim #mea.roy

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kewpiemeayo · 3 years

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DC Comics Masterlist

Batfam:

Koala Cookies (Batsis!Reader) Fluff/Crack: Sacred cookies have gone missing and now the whole family is in some turmoil over it.

Dick Grayson:

Mud and Bubble (Best Friend!Reader) Fluff: You finally get a day off but Dick has messy plans that will keep you from indulging in your much-needed vacation.

Marbles (Dick Grayson x Reader) Fluff: Of all things you could collect, they had to be plain marbles from soda bottles...

Jason Todd:

Voodoo Doll // Bonus (Soulmate!AU) Fluff: Soulmate AU where your soulmate came in the form of a voodoo doll. Things go awry when Jason dies.

Baby Shoes (Jason ft. Daughter) Fluff: Was Jason ready to become a father? Some would think so!

Candids // Bonus (Photojournalist!Reader) Fluff: Make a job out of photographing vigilantes, it'll be fun and super safe—said no one ever.

Hogwarts, Bitchcraft & Misery (prompt) Fluff/Crack: Living with a cranky vigilante will definitely not be amusing.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” (prompt) Fluff/Comfort

“I can’t lose you, I can’t.” (prompt) Fluff/Crack

“Realization” // Bonus (ft. Batfam) Fluff(?): Dinner with the Wayne family was supposed to be as calm as it could get but things take a turn when comments are made and feelings are hurt.

You Watched Me Suffocate / Pt. 2 // Bonus (Hanahaki Disease AU) Angst/No Comfort

Sleepy Mumbles (prompt) Fluff/Crack: Jason finds the things you say in your sleep rather amusing, though sometimes terrifying.

Cold Afternoons Fluff: Request for the reader to spend time with Jason and the batfam.

These Days (song blurb) Angst: Missing everything about you, but maybe it's better off this way.

Can’t Be Saved (song blurb) One shot: Jason finds himself becoming a funeral crasher.

Shut Up and Dance [AO3 Exclusive] (song blurb) Fluff: Dancing with Jason while on an undercover mission.

Working for Intel / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 (Librarian!Reader) Fluff: Jason picks up a part-time job at the Gotham Library as part of his missing to catch a serial hacker. The only problem is you and your stand-offish personality.

Unconventional Existence (Clairvoyant!Reader) Fluff: It was easy to differentiate the living from the dead until a mishap leads to an interesting conversation with the tenant living one floor above you.

Always Hungry (blurb) Fluff: Mousy submission for a hungry S.O.

Spa days at home w/ Jason (H/Cs thread—OP @demontrap)

Tim Drake:

“Sharing is Caring” [AO3 Exclusive] (prompt) Fluff: Diner runs with Tim

Roy Harper:

Mother Duck (Babysitter!Reader ft. Lian) (request) Fluff: Lian sees you as a mother figure, but what does Roy see you as?

Damian Wayne:

“I used to be passive aggressive-” (prompt) One shot: Damian vs. a Child

“Another One” [AO3 Exclusive] (Batsis!Reader) (request) Fluff: It caught no one by surprise when Damian started bringing home more and more strays, some a little more exotic than the rest.

#mea.masterlists #dc comics #batfam x reader #bat boys #mea.dickgrayson #mea.jason #mea.tim #mea.damian #mea.roy #mea.batfam

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kewpiemeayo · 7 years

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Mud and Bubbles [Dick x Reader]

Summary: Inspired by this one mud run that happens in my area, the reader wanted a day to herself, but Dick has other plans.

Code:

Y/N = your name

Y/N/N = your nickname

F/S/N = show name

“It’ll be fun, I promise!”

That’s what your best friend, Dick Grayson, said as a final piece to get you to join him for this five-kilometer obstacle run. You had just gotten out of school for the semester and had everything planned out for your much-deserved break. Your cupboards were filled with snacks and drinks, your bedsheets and pillow cases were freshly washed and your list of shows to binge and catch up was neatly written out.

Of course, Dick had other ideas...

You were just about to start your fifth episode of the newest season to (F/S/N) when the lanky gymnast came barrelling into your bedroom with the biggest grin on his face and his hair pointing in all possible directions.

He let out a breathy, hi before you could even bat your eyes.

With your tub of yogurt in one hand and your finger hovering over your space bar, you smiled sarcastically, “Hello, you’ve reached (Y/N). Please leave your name and matter of urgency and I will get back to you as soon as semester break is over—beep.”

Dick’s jaw fell slack as you turned down his presence with your stupid voicemail trick and launched himself onto your bed.

“HEY! I JUST WASHED THESE!”

“Well that’s too bad, I have an urgent proposal to make,” Dick stated matter of factly as you rolled your eyes. Everything was an urgent proposal from Dick, and by now, you knew his definition of “urgent” and yours were polar opposites. “So I just registered for this fun 5K Foam Run tomorrow, but I have no one to go with.”

“Did you ask Wally?” You suggested as you leaned back against your fluffy pillows and pressed resume on your laptop only to have Dickintervene with another pause.

You inhaled sharply as you glared at the blue-eyed bugger.

“It’s a run?” Dick emphasized but you only shrugged. So? “There is literally no point for me to go if he’s just going to flash through that thing! I need a partner, not a competitor.”

“Take Damian, he loves all things competitive and rewarding.”

“(Y/N)! That’s not the point!” Dick exclaimed as he threw flailed his arms. “I want you to do the course with me!”

Your face contorted into confusion as you eyed your best friend from the side. “What makes you think I want to go?”

Dick’s face fell into a frown as he looked raised an eyebrow to you and nodded to your laptop. “Because you’re not doing anything important?”

You made an offended noise, “Excuse me?! RICHARD GRAYSON, I AM ON A SEMESTER BREAK THAT I FULLY DESERVE AFTER ALL THOSE LATE NIGHT STUDY SESSIONS JUST TO PASS MY MIDTERMS! I AM NOT ABOUT TO LET YOU DRAG ME TO SOME STUPID RACE JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK IT’S FUN!”

You thought you were finished but before Dick could argue, you poked his chest, “You of all people should know I don’t do physical exertion that surpasses speed-walking.”

“Then we’ll speed walk the course then.” Dick smiled before running to your closet to pick out some clothes.

So here you were dressed in the most athletic-looking shorts you owned in a bright blue t-shirt that matched Dick’s and a pair of runners he happened to find amongst other shoes you haven’t worn in months.

There two regrets: one; letting Dick talk you into this and two; letting Dick pick your clothes.

“This cap is definitely not one size fits all...” You muttered as adjusted the velcro strap for the tenth time this morning.

“Quit whining, you look adorable,” Dick chuckled as he stretched. He was taking this rather seriously.

You thought you could get away with just a bowl of cereal before the run, but Dick was already dragging you out of your apartment when eight o’clock struck, lecturing you about how you needed complex carbs to fuel your run and all that fun stuff.

It was around noon and the sun was scorching your skin, causing you to sweat even before the race even started. “You should stretch before and after a workout or else you’re going to be sore...”

You simply waved Dick off as you took another sip from your cold water bottle. “It’s not a workout if I’m only walking through this course.”

What you could have sworn was a smirk etched its way onto Dick’s face but by the second glance he bent over for another stretch. You squinted at the man next to you before the announcer called out a series of numbers, two being yours and Dick, indicating your turn was coming up.

“Oh no... I really have to pee,” you lied as you started to slowly walk away from the starting line, but Dick grabbed a hold of your elbow.

“There are washrooms at the finish line,” Dick chuckled as he pulled you next to him, warm hands on your arm the whole time so the rest of the competitors didn’t drag you away. You huffed at your failed attempt to stall as a man in a pink shirt started talking through the megaphone about rules.

You won’t lie, when the countdown started you were slightly hyped up as the adrenaline starting bubbling but the moment the air horn went off and everyone went running madly towards the first obstacle, you were once again wishing for the comfort of your own bed.

You had only figured out it was called the ‘5K Foam Fest’ when the two of you arrived at the bubble pit the thought of this run being like a slip and slide but with bubbles actually kind of got you excited.

“Come on, (Y/N/N)!” Dick tugged at you and you started lightly jogging to keep up with his fast pace as you ran through the bubbles. Those darn fit, vigilantes and high stamina... Dick was bouncing from foot to foot with ease as they reached the forest trail, following behind everyone else. “We’re almost at the second obstacle!”

As you made it over the hill, your face dropped at the sight of the dirty body of water you had to go across. “I thought this was a foam run, you know, strictly bubbles?” You quietly yelled at Dick.

“Now where would be the fun in that?”

Man, you really hated this man right now.

That was the mindset you kept when you slipped off the lily pad and ended up in the muddy water. Dick had already crossed to the other side and was just cheering you on when you resurfaced, gasping for air. You carefully pulled yourself up and ran across the rest of the floating path before Dick pulled you out and onto the dirt bank.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Dick smiled sheepishly as mud dripped down your forehead.

“There is mud, where mud shouldn’t be right now, Grayson,” you seethed as you pulled at your shorts trying to get some distance between you and the wet fabric.

Dick took a hold of your hand again as he dragged you back up the hill, “Come on, we can wash off at the next bubble station.”

He said the same thing at every muddy obstacle to try and keep you motivated enough to move on, and surely enough it worked. If there was one thing that could motivate you, it was bubbles. By the time you were halfway done the course with the second mud crawl, you had gotten used to all the mud that was on you and decided to start challenging Dick. When he was caught off-guard, you would yell “RACE YA!” and take off for a head start towards the upcoming obstacle.

Before you knew it, the finish line was near and you could feel the adrenaline pumping. Were you tired? Yes. Were you disgusted with all the mud that had dried onto your skin and in your hair? Absolutely, but seeing the giant foam machine hanging above the finish line felt like the one hour race was worth it after all. You had skipped ahead to squeal at all the bubbles being poured down, you grew impatient with Dick who was leaning against the tree to take a sip of water.

“Come on Dick, you can rest at the next bubble station,” you chortled mockingly as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Really? Is this how you want to play?” Dick laughed as he capped his bottle and started running towards you. A yelp left your lips as you took off sprinting towards the finish line with Dick hot on your trails.

The end was coming close and just as you were about to jump into the foamy bubbles, Dick had picked you up and dropped you to the side before running away. You let out a cry of protest as you ran after him. He was merely an inch away from the line when he turned back and saw you pouting. With the roll of blue eyes, he chuckled as he lifted up his legs in slow motion towards the bubbles, giving you a chance to catch up.

When you reached the foam, you pulled Dick along with you through the bubbly mess as the people who were well past the finish line cheered. The two of you rinsed off the mud and changed before accepting your medal of participation and a goodie bag.

A tired groan forced itself past your lips as you flopped onto your bed face first after your long, steamy shower.

“See, it wasn’t that bad,” Dick laughed as he walked out of the bathroom after his turn in the shower, towel around his shoulder as water dripped from the ends of his hair.

You turned your head slightly to look at your best friend before you muttered, “No, it wasn’t but now I’m sore as hell.”

“I told you to stretch, but you were too stubborn to listen.” Dick shrugged. “I guess we should just kick back and binge-watch some shows while I give you a massage, then.”

He copied your earlier movements as he found himself a spot on your bed.

“Oh so now you want to do ‘nothing’,” you rolled your eyes, lifting yourself up to grab your laptop from the floor. “What do you want to watch?”

Dick brought a finger up to his chin, thinking for a second before he smiled, “What about (F/S/N)?”

>> Masterlist

Tagging: @a-fallen-little-pine-cone (requester) @cupoftim @lbug1025

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE PUT ON MY TAGLIST! THERE WAS A LOT OF FEEDBACK FOR CANDIDS AND I DIDN’T REALLY KNOW WHO WANTED TO BE A PERMANENT TAG MEMBER!

#mea.request #mea.dickgrayson #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #dc imagine #dc unicerse #batboys

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kewpiemeayo · 7 years

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Koala Cookies [Batfam x Reader]

Summary: Someone ate batsis’ beloved cookies, but who’s to blame? Kind of a crack fic.

Code:

F/IC = favourite ice cream

Y/N = your name

Y/L/N = your last name

The weather outside the manor was searing compared to most parts of the manor so you took it upon yourself to take a trek to the kitchen in order to prepare yourself a much-deserved ice cream sundae after your training session in the gym. You had been waiting for Alfred to stock up on some ice cream for over a week and now that he had returned with all the necessities, you were ready.

Humming to yourself, you walked past the boys in the family room hearing them bicker about which channel to leave on, knowing full well they would be settling for the latest episode of this new crime show you had all been watching lately. If only someone would just remind them…

You arrived at your destination, grabbing all your essentials, a bowl, an ice cream scoop and a small spoon. You popped open the freezer to pull out your tub of (F/IC) ice cream while mumbling a ‘thank you, Alfred’. With everything set, you decided to grab the final ingredient, the secret koala cookies that you hid on the top shelf, tucked sneakily behind cans of soup for emergencies far away from your hungry brothers.

Grabbing a chair, you climbed onto the counter and peeked into the cupboard but to your disliking, your cookies weren’t there. You pushed aside all the cans and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Where are they?” You whispered more to yourself as you climbed down to check the other cupboard.

I couldn’t have possibly misplaced my own cookies could I?

“Could I ask what you are looking for Ms. (Y/L/N)?” Alfred inquired as he walked in amidst your furious stomping around in the kitchen.

“My cookies are gone” you huffed to him as you re-checked every possible nook and cranny there was in this kitchen. You were the queen and main inhabitant of this place beside Alfred and he knew better than to go stealing your favourite snack.

“Ah, the koala march one with the strawberry filling?” Alfred calmly asks as you let out a heavy breath.

“Exactly those ones,” you muttered as you stared angrily at your new tub of ice cream, the frost from the sides were melting onto the counter, taunting you to find your cookies before the ice cream itself started to melt too.

“I think your-”

Unable to finish his thought, you were quick to stomp out of the kitchen marching towards the living room where the bickering over the channel was still happening. To make your presence known, you snatched the remote from Dick’s hand and moved to stand directly in their line of vision of the television.

The boys all let out a chorus of retort, pausing their fight to give you their attention, “Which one of you idiots ate my cookies?”

They all looked at one another before Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I didn-”

“Shut it, Dick, I know it wasn’t you,” you glared at the oldest, knowing Dick never liked the strawberry flavoured ones and Tim had respect so he would have asked you beforehand.

“It was either Jason or Damian.”

Damian gasped, “Why would it be me?! I dislike storebought cookies!”

“WELL HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW YOU LITTLE SNEAK? YOU’VE BEEN HAVING MAD CRAVINGS SINCE YOUR BIRTHDAY! YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD BE THE LEAST TO ASK FOR PERMISSION BEFORE DOING SOMETHING!” You argued as your hands came to sit at your hips.

“IT WASN’T ME! Todd hasn’t even said a word, it was probably him,” Damian pointed and Jason’s face contorted into disbelief.

“Don’t point your little demon fingers at me. I didn’t eat any strawberry koala cookies.” Jason stated as he glared at Damian, the tension started rising between the two of them. “How did you know it was strawberry flavoured then?” You asked as you squinted at her older brother. “I didn’t tell you what flavour it was.”

“BECAUSE YOU ONLY EAT THE STRAWBERRY ONES, WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOW DO I KNOW? YOU’RE MY SISTER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!” Jason shouted as Dick stood up.

“Look, whoever ate it just fess up and buy (Y/N) another box. Simple.”

Nobody said anything.

Alfred was watching from the doorway as Bruce joined his side, looking into the hostile room. It was rare to see one of his daughters mad, especially from you.

“It appears somebody ate Miss. (Y/L/N) last packet of koala cookies that she has been saving,” Alfred eyed his master. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about it would you?”

Bruce thought back to the time he had snuck into the kitchen during a late night in the cave for a snack. He was hoping for soup but his hands grazed a tiny packet. Pulling it down, he realized it was one of your beloved koala snacks, but without much thought, he took it under his arm and headed back to his work.

At this point, you were on the brink of attacking one of your brothers as the argument over your cookies still took place.

“Nope, no clue,” Bruce replied with his usual stoic expression, fingers fishing out his wallet from his pant pocket. He pulled out a couple notes, handing them over to the butler. “If you would be so kind as to pick some up and replace them before they destroy the family room, please?”

Alfred took the money with a quaint nod before disappearing down the hall.

>> Masterlist

#mea.batfam #batfam imagine #bruce wayne imagine #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #mea.jason #mea.dickgrayson #mea.tim #mea.damian

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