MY. MAN.

I couldn’t relate to a photo more than to this one ever!😂😅

“I resisted, Elspeth, because I was already imagining how I might press my finger against your wet lips again, like I had in my room.” He took in a breath, his mouth dropping to my ear. “And that was nothing to the wicked things I was imagining after we argued in the garden.”

— Ravyn Yew, One Dark Window by Rachel Gillig

“i can fix him”

“i can make him worse”

good for you. i, however, can will fuck him so hard that he literally forgets he was ever fucked up.

it's confirmed, I'm the lollipop.

1 hour consultation.

Are you paying his retainer?

He also stole someone’s 🍭

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.

I want to have his babies and he's not even real

d.g. | late night

pairing: dick grayson x reader

summary: just a little scenario. :)

a/n: ik it’s short, but i wanted to at least make something while i’m not posting for awhile. :/

warnings: just fluff!! <3

hahaha, good luck getting out of this mans grip. while he’s asleep, especially when you’re cuddling you, he holds you tight.

almost as if he’s going to lose you if he lets go.

but if you do manage to get out of dicks hold, it won’t be long before he wakes up.

bc of what he does, he’s always hyper aware, even when he’s asleep.

like you may be going to the kitchen to get some ice cream, he’ll be scaring the shit out of you a few minutes later bc you didn’t hear him following behind you.

“y/n, why’re you up?”

“i wanted ice cream..?”

dick would come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

“you should come back to bed..”

he murmurs into your neck, you giggle and nod sleepily.

“i will, after ice-cream.”

he sighs and you move to the living room, sitting on the couch with your ice-cream.

you look at him, “..are you just going to stand in the kitchen, or are you going to get over here and cuddle with me?”

dick jumps at the opportunity and sits on the couch next to you, pulling you into his lap.

“why can’t you just sleep?”

“bc i wanted ice-cream..?”

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.

≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾

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.

j.t. | if you love me (really love me)

pairing: jason todd x reader

summary: you develop feeling for jason, although you know that you can’t say anything about them.

a/n: this was just a little idea that i got, based on the song, “if you love me (really love me)” by brenda lee. and sorry i haven’t written anything recently. if you’d like me to continue this, lmk!! :) <3

warnings: angst, 1 swear word, overthinking.

“if the sun, should tumble from the sky.

if the sea, should suddenly run dry.

if you love me, really love me let it happen,

i won’t care.”

being friends since childhood, you and jason had always been close. a tight-nit friendship that nothing could get between. something both of you were very proud of.

i mean, who could say that they were still friends with the person they’ve know since childhood? the problem was, you had developed feelings for him throughout the course of your friendship.

you hadn’t meant for it to happen, but then again, who does?

knowing jason and his mentality, he wouldn’t date you. his everyday life being too dangerous to be in a relationship with anyone, let alone someone he cares immensely. he couldn’t put you at risk like that.

“honestly, you should just tell him. what could happen? he rejects you?” dick questioned, as he sat on the edge of a random rooftop with you. you both, along with jason and the rest of the bat family were out on patrol.

“or, he could start avoiding me at all costs and it could complete ruin our friendship.” you said placing your elbows on your knees, and putting your face in your hands.

your mind is absolutely racing with everything that could possibly go wrong. would he avoid you? reject you? yell at you for ruing your friendship? you didn’t know, and didn’t want to know the outcome.

“oh come on, you’re overthinking it.”

“no dick! you don’t understand. we’ve been friends since childhood, he’s my best friend. i can’t risk losing that. it means too much to me to throw it away just because of my stupid feelings.”

“hey, you never know. he might have feelings for you.” dick smirked, swinging his legs back and forth off of the ledge.

the thought alone made your face flush.

“if it seems, that everything is lost.

i will smile, and never count the cost.

if you love me, really love me, let it happen,

darling i won’t care.”

as the weeks past, you felt yourself distancing from jason. perhaps you were scared of your own feelings. even so, it wouldn’t matter. you know you can’t tell him either way.

you knew he’d just go on to say the same thing he always said when asked about his relationships.

that “he couldn’t date anyone because of his lifestyle,” shit. you rolled your eyes at the memories before rolling out of bed.

walking into the very large kitchen, you still found yourself surprised. after your mother had left to go over seas, bruce had offered to let you stay at wayne manor. and seeing as he thought of you as a daughter anyway, you obliged.

you couldn’t get over the largeness of everything. sure you knew he was rich, but damn.

“good morning, y/n.”

the sudden voice surprised you, making you jump. you knew that voice better than anyone.

“good morning, jason.” you greeted back, groggily.

nothing was said after that, even sitting at the table eating breakfast. until jason decided to speak up, awkwardly.

“so, wanna tell me why you’ve been distant?”

the question made you stop mid bite. placing your fork back down on your plate, you looked up at him. an action you instantly regretted.

the way his brow was quirked up curiously, the way his hair looked fluffy from just waking up, everything about him was perfection to you.

“i…i guess i just haven’t been feeling the best as of recently.” you lied through your teeth, hoping it was convincing enough.

you squinted at you before looking down at his plate and continued eating. “well, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

you sighed, not really wanting to continue this conversation. “um, it’s nothing really. just been kinda…under the weather? i guess?” you cringed, the phrase sounding totally out of character for you.

but it seemed to have worked, at least for now. he nodded, “whatever it is that you’re going through, just know that i’m here, okay?”

he looked at you expectingly, waiting for your response. you only nodded, continuing to stare down at your plate. knowing that if you looked at him, you’d tell the truth.

“when at last, our life on earth is through,

i will share, eternity with you,

if you love me, really love me, let it happen,

i won’t care.”

d.g. & j.t. | drunken confessions

pairing: dick grayson x reader & jason todd x reader

a/n: this was requested by @whltlock ! hope you like it!! :)

summary: some head-cannons about jason and dick confessing to you.

warnings: alcohol mentioned, drunken words, and fluff!

jason todd

he’s an emotional drunk!

i feel like he wouldn’t tell a stranger about everything, but he would tell someone (you) that he confide in.

he WILL cry.

jason is absolutely HAMMERED when he tells you.

“jason! what’re you doing!”

“i’m- *hic* crying, obviously!” his words are slurred, and the stench of alcohol present on his clothes.

“why’re you crying?” you almost giggle, he looked so cute when he was pouty.

and he lets it slip, “*hic* b-because you’re so prett- pretty!” he lifts his head up, revealing his red eyes and even redder nose.

you’re shocked, jason wouldn’t say that when he was sober, unless he was playfully flirting. “well, i’m glad you think i’m pretty, but we need to get you to bed.”

jason nods, his head feeling heavy. you move to put his arm around your shoulders, helping him walk up the stairs to his bedroom.

“i lov- *hic* love you, y’know that?”

now that, that made your eyes widen. you again shook it off as him being drunk.

making it to his bedroom, and letting him change into something more comfortable, you make sure he’s okay before you leave.

“okay, you alright jason? do you need anything?”

“you.”

you blush, but before you can say anything, he yanks you to the bed and wraps his arms around you.

i guess you’ll find out in the morning if drunk words actually are sober thoughts.

dick grayson

he’s a giggly drunk.

he says thing unapologetically, and with a dopey smile.

he loves to flirt!

he doesn’t know when to stop tho- 💀🤚🏻

“y/n!”

“yes, dick?” you ask with a sigh, tired from babysitting dick who was now acting like a child.

“fuck, you- you’re gorgeous- and i appreciate you so much. you do so m- much for us-“ a hiccup cuts him off his rambling.

“yup, you couldn’t live without me.” you grab his drink before he can take another sip. “i think you’ve had enough tonight.”

dick groans, “you’re no f- fun!” he whines, but nonetheless lays his head on you’re shoulder.

“yeah, well i’m not trying to deal with a grumpy dick tomorrow.”

“you won’t! i could never b- be a dick to you-“ you laugh as he confuses his name for an insult.

“no? why?”

you ask, his drunken state amusing you.

“because i’m- in love with y- you.”

“wHAT-“ he tries to kiss you, but his alcohol breath isn’t really appealing.

“yup, that’s, that’s enough for tonight.”