Is This Too Much To Ask For

My cute big murder man <3

@popcaki the artist ya'all

Y/n: *sits down while phanting because of training*

Ghost: what got ya phanting so hard?

Y/n: did some quickie with soap

Ghost: *aggressively pulls out his gun while walking towards soap*

Ghost: what flowers do you want for your grave sergeant?

Soap: *confused* um I like yellow ones. Why?

Y/N: It must be so nice to be rich instead of having to develop a personality.

Dick: Shut up.

Y/N: Buy my silence.

watching Deadpool and Wolverine isn't enough I need to fuck both of them at the same time

I’ve just discovered a song called ‘My Soul I’ by Anna Leone. It’s so ANGSTY I can’t stop listening to it on repeat.

And I must admit that it reminds me of jason.

Now, I know you’ve just written a beautifully angsty fic but may I please request another one, this time perhaps with a happy ending?

Even if not, plEASE do yourself a favor and listen to the song.

j.t. | secrets

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader

a/n: this is jason todd with the white streak in his hair bC I MISS THE WHITE STREAK. also the reader has the power of empathy.

also, the reason i went this direction with it is because the lyrics remind me of what it be like to be with jason as red hood. he would lash out with emotion because he doesn’t know how to control them. and he’s still angry about the fact that bruce replaced him, and left him for dead. i hope that makes some sense! :)

summary: you’re boyfriend jason is acting suspicious, and you want to find out. you don’t know that he’s red hood.

warnings: a little angst, fluff, smoking, drinking, etc. this is basically a mini-fic.

walking into the bar, a cigarette smoke and booze aroma fills the air, typical for a bar. already feeling the stares and gazes of men that were looking for a good time. the skimpy outfit you were wearing catching the attention of men and women alike.

one man in particular caught your eye. wearing a brown leather jacket, a pair of blue cargo pants, and an angry expression on his face. blue eyes filled with resentment. walking over to the bar and sitting one seat away from him, you order your drink and sneak glances at him every once in awhile.

at one point he catches you staring and feeling a little bit bold, “what’s got you so angry, you look like you could take a load off.” smiling not-so-innocently, he turns to you and looks you up and down, “huh…if you’re looking for a one-night-stand, i’m not your guy.”

“who said i wanted to have sex with you? i just asked you a simple question, it’s obvious you’re pissed about something.” you snickered, trying to get him to loosen up a bit. “i mean, i’d like to sleep with you because you’re hot but-“, you ended your sentence there.

even though he still looked pissed, he gave a small smile. “it’s…complicated.” he looked back down at the bar as you move to the seat right next to him, “well…if you feel like telling me, i’m willing to listen.”

of course, jason being the big softy he is, looked at you. the innocence in your eyes, he knew you were being genuine, something that was really hard to come by now.

jason sighs, feeling himself break, who could resist a pretty girl like you? he didn’t know, he just knew it wasn’t him.

“okay, but not here.”

and that’s how you two met, probably the best part of the relationship.

and probably eight months of knowing each other, you became official.

at this point you knew about how he was a previous robin and was killed but brought back to life. you knew he was angry with batman for replacing him and leaving him to die.

the often times jason would have nightmares, you would comfort him, holding jason in your arms as he silently cried into your shoulder.

but it wasn’t always so cute.

he moved into your apartment, and sure it may have been extremely early on in the relationship, but both of you felt as though it was the best decision.

things started to get a little weird, he would stay out late, coming back between 4:00 A.M. and 6:00 A.M., and when he did come back, he was covered in bruises. he always tries to convince you that he was fine, but this was seriously worrying you.

the man you loved was going out every night and getting hurt, and was constantly lying to you.

you knew he wouldn’t cheat on you, and the bruises didn’t look like hickeys, so you ruled that out.

“jay? can we talk?”

you say leaning on the doorway of your bedroom, your boyfriend laying on the bed, looking like the fine specimen he is.

“yeah, what’s up?” he says looking up from whatever he was doing. jason pats the space next to him, inviting you to sit next to him. you sit in said spot and take his hand in yours.

“please be honest with me, what’re you doing on those nights where you come home really late at night?”

you look into his eyes, feeling his emotions change from content, to afraid. jason’s eyebrows furrow, pulling his hand away from you.

“i’m not doing anything.”

“really? because every time you come home, you’re covered in bruises, your lip bleeding, and you’re wearing this weird symbol on your chest. why are you lying to me?” you raise your voice, tired of the constant lies.

“it’s non of your concern!” in turn, jason raises his voice, acting defensive because he would hate it if you saw him for the monster he felt like he was.

“actually, it is! you’re my partner, my one and only, if we’re going to do this, you need to trust me!” you were almost yelling at this point, and jason wasn’t having any of it.

“IT’S NOT YOU I DON’T TRUST!” he snapped, soon realizing that he had scared you, seeing you flinch.

jason sighs, “listen, i’m sorry okay? it’s just if i were to tell you, you’d be out at risk just because of who i am. you mean too much to me, and i really don’t want to lose you.”

he feels a huge weight lift off of his chest, finally admitting that he felt like a monster for what he did.

jason puts his hands on either side of your face, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours. his white tuft of hair falling in front of his eyes.

“i understand that you want to protect me jason, but i can’t help but worry about you when you’re out every night, coming home with injuries, and i don’t know what you’re doing. you are the most important person in my life and the last thing i want is for something to happen to you.”

you lean in and kiss him softly, letting him know that you weren’t going anywhere. “if you don’t want to tell me right now, that’s fine, but please don’t lie to me, remember, i’m an empath.” you giggle and smile. he looks at you with so much love and adoration.

“i know, i’ll never get away with lying to you.”

“no, no you won’t.”

i kinda like this one, i hope you enjoyed! :)

also, here is the song that the fic is inspired by. <3

d.g. | training

pairing: dick grayson x reader

requested: yes by the lovely @ddaeng-danvers

summary: you’re training with your oh-so-lovely boyfriend.

a/n: i don’t like the way this came out, and i’m terrible at writing fight scenes- 💀 but i hope you enjoy none-the-less. <3 also, i’m sorry it’s short, a lot of shit has been going on. but if you want me to re-write it lmk!!

warnings: fighting, bad writing, and dick being a flirty shit.

“do we have too? i’m still sore after the last training session.” you whined, following dick down the stairs to the bat-cave.

“yes, y/n. we train everyday, you know that.”

rolling your eyes, you walk into, what felt like an arena, the long and pointy spikes hanging down from the ceiling.

standing across from dick, he already looks like he’s ready.

suddenly, dick sprints toward you. when he gets close enough to you, he raises his fist and throws it toward you.

fortunately, you had enough time to dodge out of the way and try to punch him in the area of his liver.

unfortunately for you, he grabs your forearm and stops you before marking contact with his skin. next thing you know, he’s trying to pin you against the floor.

dick is on top of you, but you lift your legs and wrap them around his neck. applying just enough pressure to maybe, just maybe get him to tap out.

“are you seriously trying to black widow me right now?”

he laughs, but is persistent. “hey, she’s pretty badass, and it usually works when she does it.” you sigh, breathing heavily.

“don’t tell me you’re already tired-“ that makes you squeeze his neck just a little bit harder with your thighs.

he doesn’t relent, the hand he has on your chest pushing you into the floor. getting the strength to push him to the side, you straddle dick and force his hands above his head.

he looks amazing, his head back, a smirk upon his annoyingly perfect face, almost like he’s enjoying seeing you on top of him. with your thighs on either side of him, you can feel the chiseled muscles beneath them.

there’s no doubting that dick had an incredibly impressive body.

suddenly, you realize the situation you’re in. sitting on top of him, holding his wrists above his head, and faces extremely close to each other.

while you’re supposed to be training, you’re fawning over him like the rest of his fan-girls.

your face is red, but knowing dick, you know he was probably trying to distract you. but you won’t let him get the upper hand.

“trying to distract me are you?”

“why would you think that?”

you scoff and let go of his hands, standing up, “oh come on, you do this every time we train together. you make me flustered, and take advantage of the situation.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he pretends to act offended, that you would accuse him of such a thing.

“whatever.”

he smirks and stands up, getting into a fighting stance.

“again.”

I too, would like to be hunted down throughout the galaxy by Darth Vader, and have him rip towns apart for me.

hey lovie! would you mine writing a dick grayson (either as robin or nightwing you pick!) where you’re also a hero/vigilante and you’re training? preferably an established relationship but honestly you can take it in any direction you please! tysm !!

ofc!! i will say that i don’t have a lot of experience writing fight scenes, but i’ll try! :)

and this is going to be cute asl, i can already tell. ;) <3

i’ll probably start writing this later tonight, and i’ll probably post it later tomorrow. :) <3

HIM MY BELOVED

peter parker | i hear a symphony

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: everything is starting to feel normal again.

a/n: jesus christ i’ve been gone for awhile. this is kinda…meh. i’m tired and wanted to get something out during my time off, and felt like being sentimental. i’ll make a part two if people enjoy it. :)

warnings: sadness, just a whole lot of sadness, and a few cuss words.

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everyone has a different way of grieving. some cry, some lash out in anger at the world, and some insist they are okay, even when everyone knew they are not.

‘natasha romanoff, vision, tony stark, steve rogers, many of which were sacrifices. it should have never come to this, so many were lost. even though everything seemed and went back to normal, what did it cost?’

these were the thoughts that ran through peters mind constantly. peter had lost one of the people that mattered the most to him. tony stark, a teacher and mentor.

you seemed to be holding up well, only because you had to. everything was back to normal, there was no reason to be upset, the avengers fixed it all, right? as always, being praised for your efforts to save the world, would never heal the trauma and pain that lingered beneath the surface. it was something that the outside world never had the chance of seeing. all they saw was you kicking ass and saving the universe, and somehow always managing to come back with smiles on your faces.

yeah, everything was fine. totally. you and peter never really had much involvement with each other. you both were being mentored by stark, but for completely different doings.

you were taught how to build your own iron man suits, the math and science that all went behind it. working many hours with stark in the tower, asking questions, and sometimes pissing him off just for fun. god, you missed those days. but now it was time to move on, and act like it never happened.

while being mentored by stark, you had kindled friendship with the other avengers. steve used to help you with your u.s. history homework, though he couldn’t help you with things that happened after the 40’s. natasha used to train you in hand-to-hand combat, oh the many times she had knocked you on your ass, and the one time you managed to knock her on hers. thor would tell you about asgaurdian culture and stories, the journeys that he had been on through the nine realms were always fascinating.

oh, how you missed those days.

now, all you had was parker, and all he had was you. though never being formally introduced, you two managed to make conversation. usually, it involved talking about tony and how awesome or funny he was. both of you had a strong connection to him, and bonded quickly over that fact.

“oh yeah! there was this one time that i was measuring something for one of the new suits, and we got into an argument about which one of our math equations was right. well, it turned out that i was right, and he didn’t like that very much. tony didn’t even talk to me for the rest of session!” the story brought back a pleasant feeling in your chest, something you would continue to laugh about even if tony was gone.

peter laughed, and brought up a story of his own, “i would constantly “accidentally” use my webs to stick his hands to doorknobs. there was time when i acted like i wasn’t going to get them off of him, but that quickly changed when he threatened to stop mentoring me.”

the smile that appeared on peters face, felt genuine. like it was the first genuine smile he had in weeks. it felt good to reminisce on old memories, people felt that bringing them up would cause more pain, but it was the complete opposite. things actually were seeming to get better. sure, the original avengers weren’t here anymore, but there was still hope for the future.