Megara

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Meg Writes

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Jason × reader, tim x reader *platonic*, Damian x reader platonic, Cass x reader platonic

Warnings: Tim gets called Replacement, Jason "seriously dislikes" Tim [he doesn't], mentioning of alcohol

Meg's note: This is based off an idea I had some time ago [it's one of Meg's drabbles], this is also based on the fact that I want to befriend Tim Drake so bad [15 yo me speaking btw] [some people have an inner child, I have an inner geek / nerd teenager]. Enjoy the read !!!

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Jason was absolutely done.

All he wanted was to be with his girl, his beautiful, amazing, incredible girl.

Who was currently helping goddamn Tim with a Wayne Industries project.

While Cass, the only one he mildly tolerated, was spinning around, showing his girlfriend how good she was at ballet. [She was, indeed, very good].

And, just when he thought it couldn't get worse, the tiniest brat [Damian] appeared.

With legos.

And puzzles.

And ramen.

He was about to lose his mind.

This went on for days: one of those little bastards [except for Cass, she's a respectable conquerer] would show up with an excuse:

"Heyyyyy I was just here, hanging around-"

"Tim it's fcking Crime Alley, how were you js hanging around?.!"

"Hello Todd" Little nod to you "Person with arguable taste in men, I've got cookies. Want one?"

"Go aw-"

"Oohh!! Sure!!"

"Hi ! I wanted to show you my new dance routine !!"

"..Only for five minutes"

It's never minutes.

Then, on one of the few days where it was just you and him, you started playing Truth Or Dare.

And, after some beers, Jason decided to test his luck:

"Soo, babe.."

"..Yes?:

"Who's your favourite sibling of mine"

Silence

".....Tim"

So, on a random Tuesday, you were at home alone, trying to decided between ordering take out or coocking, when the phone rang:

“Yeah, hi Timmy- oh yeah sure you can come over- Mh hm- oh, really? Well tell Jason to suck it up and stop glaring- he won’t stop? Mh hm. Tell him to shut up and be a good brother.”

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Gimme dog-ish werewolves.

Werewolves who start chasing around squirrels

Werewolves who put their head out of the car's window

Werewolves who gets weirdly territorial abt where they put their "secret stuff" [for actual *cartoon* dogs -> bones]

Werewolves who get weirdly excited for "walkies" [casual walks with friends]

Werewolfs that then, on the full moon, start acting too human.

[Insert things humans do:]

I also want said werewolves to have one or multiple mental breakdowns bc they js don't belong anywhere: with humans they're too dog-ish, with dogs / wolfs they act too human and with fellow werewolves they're too much of both while not being enough of either.

We all have those ‘I’m sad but idk why” moments, right?? Well,,, what if a previous life of ours was mourning at our exact same moment (multiverse, etc..), and, to make the pain a little better, so the universe decided to make us carry it. Perhaps for just one night, but the little spark at the end of the tunnel gave us hope.

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NOT PROOF READ!!!!!! THIS POST WAS MADE AT 1 AM ON A THURSDAY, I SUCK AT WRITING AND I ALSO HAVE WAY TOO MUCH CAFFEIN IN MY BODY [also english isn't my first language so there might be some spelling mistakes] [also this shyt can be used as a prompt, js tag me so I can read it <3]

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Aren't you proud of me?" Said the kid with blood on their hands. Finally poweful enough, finally worth enough. And yet, the answer is full of fear, disgust, hatred.

Why aren't they proud of me? This isn't enough? The whole world is on it's knees, and they still hate me? Why? I did everything I could.

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Damian’s a cat. Try and change my mind.

1) He acts like it: he’s quiet, an adorable little shit, murderous, will stab you, glares, picks the few blessed souls that can get close and he’s grumpy;

2) He moves like it: quiet, agile, quick, lwk shadow-y and overall just moves like a cat (perhaps a big one, yes) (but still a cat);

3) HE IS A CAT OMG

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Bare with me.

So, I’m seeing a lot of x Jason Todd fics where the reader’s got this wholesome relationship with Damian, but how about the same thing, with Tim?? Jason would NOT be happy. In the slightest. He’d probably be a dramatic little shit abt too. And, since this idea is purely self indulgent, we (the reader) are also a dramatic little shit. I’m taking full on ‘oh, you called Tim replacement? How about I let him eat dinner with us Jay?’ / ‘Yeah no sure, go ahead and try to murder Tim, Jay, I’m sure the couch is oh so comfortable to sleep on’.

And now let’s imagine this:

*on the phone*: “Yeah, hi Timmy- oh yeah sure you can come over- Mh hm- oh, really? Well tell Jason to suck it up and stop glaring- he won’t stop? Mh hm. Tell him to shut up and be a good brother.”

Or alternatively:

Jason:” C’mon babe, seriously? This is the third night the Replacement has slept over”

Reader:” Mh hm, so?”

Jason:” So? I want my partner back”

Reader:” And I want a teenager vigilante in our living room. Now shut up and suffer”

Jason:” You’re lucky I love you”

Reader:” Mmhhh, love you too.” Beat of silence. “Now call Tim and ask him if he’s cool with Chinese”.

Anyways. Thx for reading :)

Bruce:”I think we’ve gotta pull the plug”

Jason, casually walking in, and getting intrigued:” Whose plug are we pulling?”

Dick:” The boiler’s”

Warnings: bad parenting (Imma put it as a warning bc yes) and blackmailing (sort of)

Elijah Mikaelson x f!reader

The boyfriend

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be on my merry way to my parent’s, not in front of this spoiled jerk.

One hour ago

“Be here at 10 o’ clock, Y/N. It’s Bandera, not New York City. Me and your father will not tolerate any disrespect. Understood?”

“Yes, mother” I say, while trying to balance a cake, my purse and a plant (yes. A fucking plant) on my arms.

“Good”. Before I can respond, my mother hangs up.

“Well that went well” I say to myself, while eyeing for the last time my figure in the mirror.

Respectful yet flattering outfit? check

Hair done? check

Make up? check

I close my apartment door without dropping anything, thank God, I say to myself, while I go down the stairs.

After some minutes I’m in front of Ashley’s, the best coffee shop in NY.

Coffee? check

I’ll just handle this sunday like any other: I’ll smile, shut up and glance at the clock every minute.

So, I’m just missing- sboom!

Shit. The plant, the cake, the coffee. My dress! Oh my God, my dress!

I glance up at the dude I smashed into and he’s glaring.

"Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” I say, while I gather my things. He’s about to say something, probably an insult, but I anticipate him:” Listen, I really don’t have time for whatever you’re about to say. So, just I don’t know. Disappear? Or something like that” He scoffs.

During our staring contest, my phone rings. My mum. Fuck. I pick up, hesitantly:” You’re late”

“Yeah, I uhm had an accident” I say, glancing up at the handsome (and jerk-alike) guy in front of me, who raises an eyebrow.

“Oh my God! You can’t even handle one simple task Y/N! That’s it! Come back tomorrow, I hope for you that you’ll show up with an apology for making me waste my time!” She yells on the phone.

And the dude hears. Of course he does.

“I- of course, mother. I’ll be back tomorrow” I reassure her, and she hangs up.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be on my merry way to my parent’s, not in front of this spoiled jerk.

“That was intense” He says

“Mind your own business, Mr. Nice suit” I say, taking a little part of my pent up frustration on him.

“Well, since you decided to get in my way, it is, indeed, my business” I scoff. The audacity.

“Listen here, dude-” “Elijah” “What?” “It’s my name” “Ok, whatever. Like I was saying, Elijah, shut up. I don’t have the emotional strength to get into an argument. So fuck off” I shove my way past him, but he grabs my arm, blocking me.

“You mind?”

“Yes. Actually. Believe me, when I say I’ve got the strings to pull to make your life a living hell financially. So I suggest we find a way to end this that doesn’t involve you paying” My heart skips a beat, but not with the usual butterflies. No, this is fear.

Oh God. I can’t afford it. Shit.

So, first of all, I just wanted to say that I’m so fcking happy abt how many likes I’ve got one my Jason Todd ABC’s, like I love y’all.

2) I just wanted to clarify that my series (Evangelina Motherfucking Stark) (working on pt 2) is a x Peter Parker and will be clean, so no smut.

3) requests are open (I sound desperate as fuck but I don’t know what to write, lol)

4) I’ve got this idea about a x Elijah fic where he’s pretending to be her bf, would someone be interested?

Warnings: mentions of smut and curse words

A (aftercare):

He’s not really good at it, but, he’ll try his best to make you feel comfortable. Some water, snacks and cuddles are his maximum

B (Body Part):

His favorite body part of yours has to be your tits. Not just in the sexual way, he’ll just have is head on your chest while you scratch his head. During sex tho? He’ll go crazy, he’ll suck, kiss and lick, while you moan his name mixed with blasphemies.

His favorite part or his? Abs. Why? 1) he’s proud of himself for how defined they are; 2) when you kiss him there he loses his mind. You want him to moan out? That will do the trick

C (Cum):

He isn’t really particular with it, but he’s not a big fan of coming inside of you. He’d rather make a mess on your tits

D (Dirty secret):

He’e in love with role plays. Especially cop/criminal ones (he adores those furr handcuffs)

E (Experience):

Not that much but knows how to please. He did mess around a bit. Not so much tho. You know, with all the training and Wayne stuff

F (Favorite position):

Missionary, a classic. Jason doesn’t really like all the complicate ones. And, he gets to look at your tits you.

G (Goofy):

Usually, he is fooling around, making jokes and not being serious. But, if he had a bad day, he’ll be more serious.

H (Hairy):

Doesn’t really care, he’ll ask you how you like it and that’s it.

I (Intimacy):

It may start as casual fucking, but oh boy. He’ll fool around, but still, he’ll be sweet.

J (Jack off):

He’ll probably jack off whenever he wants, if the situation allows it. You can’t even remember how many times you found him jack off in your shared bed, not that you mind.

K (Kink):

Bondage. He loses his fucking mind whenever you’ve got your fuzzy handcuffs.

L (Location):

Everywhere. Not even kidding. You can not forget that time when he convinced you to fuck him on Bruce’s couch (and how you almost got caught). So yeah, pretty everywhere

M (Motivation):

Lingerie, handcuffs, praise and degradation. He can’t decide if he likes better when you compliment or insult him.

N (No):

Crossing boundaries, that’s just a no. And traumas (this one explains itself)

O (Oral):

He loves giving, but…. receiving wins. It’s one of the hottest things you can do.

P (Pace):

Quick, no doubts. I can’t really imagine him being slow, he isn’t that patient

Q (Quickie):

Always. He lives off by them. X-mas at Bruce’s? Living room. Weekend-long hangouts with the Titans? His room. Bar? Bathroom. Let’s just say, he loves them

R (Risk):

Oh, he lives off by it.

S (Stamina):

Okay, I guess. He can go 4/5 rounds, then will tap out

T (Toy):

Isn’t really a fan, but is willing to try them on you

U (Unfair):

Loves it. Seeing you moaning while begging him to fuck you? Uhm yeah, he lives off of those moments

V (Volume):

He is really vocal, he doesn’t think it’s un-masculine, he likes letting you know how much you’re pleasing him

W (Wild card):

He l-o-v-e-s cuddles and PDA. You can’t remember how many times one of your friends told you to get a room.

X (X - ray):

He’s big but medium-length

Y (Yearning):

He yearns. A lot

Z (Zzz):

He needs some minutes to relax himself, but will fall asleep pretty easily (if you’re there, of course)

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