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brian fell two stories, it seems he's dead. tim can believe he is, goes out, tries to continue life peacefully after everything only for slender to occasionally torment him and the final nail in the coffin? seeing his, supposedly dead, first and only friend. not hoodie, just brian at the treeline of his cabin....
Things were never the same since that day.
Tim tried, he really did. After all what else was there to do? Once he integrated back into society, so did the monotony of his life. Hard to regain, always an uphill battle but not impossible.
He takes a long sip from his coffee mug, standing on the porch of his cabin. A nice clearing, on the outskirts of town. Enough to be apart of society and away enough to observe. Safe enough to not interrupt the lives of others incase his own life is interrupted but close enough to feel like he's apart of something.
It's been years since.... the incident. He hasn't seen or felt anything weird. The pills aren't necessary but he has them on standby. No more static or something trying to burrow into his skull.
Working day in and out at some warehouse. Microwave dinners. On Friday's or Saturday's going out for a beer, and keeping it to just one before headed home.
Never made new friends though.
Tim could trust himself to integrate to society, but not enough to trust that what he went through was over. If he did he'd feel stupid if it was all ripped away from him.
One morning, he's about to go out and run some errands, he sees someone in the clearing.
Yellow hoodie, beat up blue jeans, hunting boots, and messy dirty blonde hair.
His stomach churns. His eyes go wide in disbelief as the world he tried to carefully rebuild gets tilted and flips upside-down when the someone walks to his cabin.
The stranger, who looks too familiar, finally speaks "Long time old friend..." he says with a slight smirk, "Don't tell me you think it was over that easy."
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After seeing the new trailer for Supergirl it came to my mind the fact that while Clark may not speak Kryptonese, making Kara think that she is the last one capable of speaking and understanding it, there is another person who, by the time she arrives on Earth, can do it. She just won't know about him until Clark joins the Justice League.
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Kara, who has gotten used to the fact that she won't ever hear anyone speak kryptonese ever again, using it to say things outloud without anyone understanding her during the first time Clarks introduces her to the League: This is so stupid. I don't like these people, I don't know why Kal would think it's a good idea to associate himself with them.
Hal, responding in perfect Kryptonese, even with a slight regional accent: Has anyone told you that insulting people you just met in a different language is kind of rude?
Kara stares at him like she has just seen a ghost, frozen.
Kara: You speak Kryptonese.
Hal: I'm a Green Lantern. My ring translates every language in the universe and gives me the knowledge to learn it pretty quickly. Basically dead idioms are no exceptions.
Kara: ...
Kara: Can you speak to me again in Kryptonese?
Hal: what?
Kara: It's been so long since I've heard anyone talk in my language. I'm trying to teach it to Kal, but... but you have an accent. I know that accent.
Hal, sitting on a chair: So, you don't like us. Which one of us is the worst?
Kara, slightly teary eyed: The gloomy and dark one. Is he allergic to the sun or something?
heyy love your dc smaus (specifically how you write wally and jason lol) :-) just saw a reel where a girl pranked her boyfriend by using her own money to buy something expensive/ something she wanted. I was thinking about how the dc guys would react to their s/o pranking them like this?
I wanted to get it for you
featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Wally West, Hal Jordan
warning: fluff
A/N: Thank you so much, I’m really glad you love the smaus🫶🏻 I’m always having so much fun doing these (especially writing wally’s part LMAO).
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dick's been so tired after his patrols lately that he's been neglecting his stretches. sick and tired of listening to him complaining, you decide to take matters into your own hands.
pairing: dick grayson x reader
warnings: suggestive, partner stretching, reader talks him through it, flexible!dick, i should probably tag sub!dick, he's dramatic, he also pops a boner
a/n: yeah i really need to fold this man in half haha who said that
"Hnn, oh my god, you don't have to be so rough," Dick whimpers, trying to squirm away from your touch.
"You can take it, baby, I promise." You push his leg a little higher and hold his shoulders down to keep him from trying to run from you. "Just breathe through it, it's okay."
Dick's a pretty picture under you right now, pelvis turned to the side while you hold his back flat on the ground. His left leg is bent at a 90 degree angle, and your foot holds it in place.
Normally, a stretch like this is nothing for Dick, what with his flexibilty and acrobatic skills. Unfortunately, he's been overworking himself recently and neglecting his stretches, only having the energy to shower before slinking into bed. His muscles have been sore, he's been complaining, and you're sick of dealing with it. Not to mention, he's putting himself at a higher risk of injury by not stretching.
Thankfully, Dick's always been much more compliant after you get your hands on him. Even if he has been groaning and trying to get away from you the whole time.
"Okay, other side." You slowly release Dick's leg, and he puffs out a breath of relief. His hair is damp, but you're not sure if it's from the sweat glistening on his forehead or from his shower earlier. After he catches his breath—the tank top he's wearing does very little to hide the heaving of his chest—he shoots you a petulant look.
"I can stretch myself."
"Really?" you ask flatly. "I must've forgotten, seeing how you haven't been doing it recently."
"God forbid a man wants to come home and sink into the warm embrace of his girlfriend." Dick's smiling now and he's got a gentle grip around your wrists. "C'mon…let's go to bed, baby. Let me take care of you."
There's a small tug in your gut, something urging you to give in to his big, blue puppy dog eyes. Then you remember the fact that he woke you up fifteen minutes before your alarm went off because his calf was cramping last night, and the urge disappears completely.
"Nope." You push his hands down against the carpet and pat his right thigh. "C'mon you big baby, turn your hips for me."
Dick complies with a huff, slinging his leg to the side so you can slot your foot under his knee and lock him in place. He immediately hisses and tries to arch up off the floor, which is only met by an unsympathetic grip on his shoulder to hold him down again. The tips of his fingers dig into the soft carpet under him, and he lets out a whine from the back of his throat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's—oh my god, my leg's going to break in half—"
"No, it won't, you drama queen." Dick lets out another dissatisfied whimper, and you take pity on him by rubbing his hip. "Honey, it's okay. You need this. You're doing so good, yeah? Just a little more for me. You'll feel so good after. Right?"
"Mhm." Dick's response is high pitched and breathless, and he's nodding his head with his eyes squeezed shut. He's so fucking adorable.
You let him release the stretch a few moments later. Dick's eyes remain squeezed shut, so he misses the sight of you kneeling between his thighs. It's not until you trail your hand up his thigh that he meets your gaze.
"That's nice," he grins.
"Of course. I always treat you nicely." At that, Dick shoots you a look that makes you laugh. "Aww, c'mon. I think I'm being very nice right now."
"You're hurting me."
"You just want me to feel sympathetic so I'll give in and kiss you."
"I was actually aiming for cuddles, but if you're offering—hey!" Dick yelps as you suddenly hoist his right leg up and rest it on his shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Time for your last stretch, Dickie. Ready?"
"Not really," he mutters.
"The sooner this is over, the sooner you get your kisses."
"Haha." His face is suddenly serious. "I'm ready."
"That's my baby." You press a quick kiss to his ankle before grabbing around his Achilles and pushing his leg down toward his chest. "There you go…keep your leg straight. Just like that. Good job."
You've always known that Dick is flexible. He's not exactly shy about showing it off, whether it's during training, in the field, or in the bedroom. You just hadn't quite realized the extent until right now as you're leaning over him and bending him in half. The proximity between the two of you shrinks and shrinks until Dick's leg is almost at his chest, and you're face-to-face with each other.
Dick's face is pinched with agony. You're grinning. He really is the cutest.
"So deep," he mumbles.
"Careful, now," you tease playfully, "people will get the wrong idea."
"This is not the time to be joking."
"You're one to talk, Mr. One Liner."
Dick opens his mouth to retort, but you're quick to soothe him with a little peck to his lips. He settles down after that, but his grip on the carpet doesn't loosen until you set his leg down on the floor.
"You're sadistic."
"You've never complained before, and your whining is only encouraging me right now."
Despite himself, Dick huffs out a laugh at that. He knows exactly what he does to you, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't playing his little act up a little. The stretches do suck, but he loves the little gleam you get in your eye when his breath catches in his throat. "You know just how to charm a guy," he says sarcastically.
"Once again, I've never heard any complaints from you before." A tap on his left thigh has him lifting the leg up, so you can repeat the same stretch on this leg. You let yourself lean over him more this time, nuzzling along his cheekbone and peppering distracting kisses across his jaw. "Good boy. Just like that. Hold it for a little longer, you can do it." Your right hand traces a path up the back of his hamstring, and Dick lets out a pathetic little mewl. "There you go. That's enough."
His leg is lowered down slowly, but you stay seated between his thighs. Your eyes are trained on his face, searching for any signs of discomfort, but all you see is a pinched look and a light blush. Confused, your eyes trace down his body once again. His hands are clenched into tight fists, his stomach is taut, and his pants…
..have a tent in them.
"Dick, are you hard right now?" You just can't hold back your laughter. It's just so absurd that you can't help it!
"It's not funny. You're mean." Dick looks at you with weaponized puppy dog eyes, but, at this point in your relationship, you're practically immune.
"And it turns you on, evidently." Dick's flush deepens, and you take the opportunity to lie down at his side before he can stutter out a response. Your hand rest on his chest before trailing down his abdomen and dipping low over his navel so your fingertips can trace his waistband. "Why don't I help you out a little, hmm?"
"Fuck, please."
Well. At least you both got what you wanted at the end of the night.
all written work and dividers belong to @ackpplepie!! do not plagiarize, feed my work into ai, or translate it. i do not own the characters or images used above.
dick grayson x reader fluff, non sexual showering, language, suggestive
The steam from the shower wafted around you, creating a fog that you couldn’t see through. With closed eyes and your head tipped back, you let the hot water cascade down your tired body, making you let out a soothing sigh.
“Hi,” you heard Dick say. He peeked his head through the shower curtain next and looked at your blurred figure.
“Hi?” You replied, opening one eye to look at the shit eating grin on his face.
“Can I join you?” He asked with a smile he reserved for when he was trying to seduce you.
“Sure,” you replied and backed away a bit, making room for him.
He pulled the shower curtain back, revealing his already naked body like he wouldn’t have cared if you said no or maybe he just knew you too well and had known you wouldn’t turn him down.
His sweet grin turned into a full blown yelp the second he stepped under the shower. He jumped back and almost hit his head on the wall, making you let out a laugh.
“What the fuck!” He bellowed.
“What?”
“You practicing for going to hell or something?” He questioned. “The water is fucking boiling.”
“Don’t be dramatic its fine,” you rolled your eyes.
“Turn it down,” he said, firmly.
“No, you can leave,” you offered.
“I’m already wet I don’t want to leave please turn it down just a bit angel, you’re literally red right now,” he coaxed.
“Fine,” you huffed and turned the shower knob to the right to make the water a bit cooler.
“Thank you,” Dick said and stepped under the spray of the water –still wincing, and put his hands on your waist.
“Good?” You checked.
“Manageable,” he grumbled, grabbing your shampoo from the shelf. “This isn’t healthy.”
“Your face isn’t healthy,” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him.
“Is that why you keep sitting on it?” he smirked, earning a smack to his chest in response.
He squeezed some of the shampoo on your palm and leaned his head down, gesturing for you to rub it in his hair.
“Your hair is getting long,” you murmured, rubbing your fingers through his scalp.
“Do you want me to cut it?” he said softly, too busy moaning at the way your hands moved through his hair.
“No I like it like this,” you replied, gripping the inky black hair in your palms.
“Freak,” he chuckled standing to his full height.
“I didn’t even say anything!” You protested, closing your eyes shut when Dick began rubbing the shampoo in your hair.
You felt him kiss your forehead, each of your closed eyelids, your nose then finally your lips before he rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a soft hum.
You grabbed your lavender scented body wash –that he loved an unhealthy amount, and began rubbing it on his back while he hummed in response and planted kisses on your shoulder and collarbone and wherever his lips could reach.
“I love when you don’t have work,” he mumbled. “Quit your job.”
“So you can be stuck to me like a koala all the time?”
“Mhmm,” he let out, planting one last kiss on your jaw before straightening.
“Tempting,” you smiled.
“I can offer you many services,” he almost whispered, planting kiss after kiss on the side of your throat, your collarbones and your jaw.
“Is this why you crashed my shower,” you mused, gripping his hair.
“Maybe,” he smirked, tracing his fingers down your spine.
“Dick,” you whispered, your hand finding the tap behind him in an attempt to turn the water a bit warmer without him noticing.
“Tell me what you want,” he said in a husky voice laced with need, continuing his attack on your neck.
“FUCK!” he screamed and jumped back again, glaring at you.
“Get back here!” You protested when you saw him get out of the shower and grab his towel to wrap around his waist.
“You’re a demon!” He yelled.
“Dick come on! I’m sorry,” you giggled turning the shower off and wrapped a towel around your torso, following him towards the sink.
“Just for that, you’re not getting anything for a week,” he huffed.
“Like you can go that long without touching me,” you challenged.
“Don’t test me,” he narrowed his eyes and turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” You asked.
“To get dressed?” He offered like it was the most natural thing.
“Do you not moisturise after you shower?”
“Uh no?”
“You heathen! Come back here,” you ordered and like the obedient boyfriend he was, he made his way back to you.
“Is this necessary,” he asked when he saw you pump some pink body lotion on your palm.
“Yes! Hot water dries your skin,” you replied, rubbing it over his hard chest and abs.
“You just wanna feel me up,” he smirked and looked down at you.
“I wouldn’t need an excuse for that,” you replied, rubbing the lotion on his biceps. “You’re so large, I use all that for both of my legs.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No but-”
“That’s what I thought,” he smiled again and took the body lotion from you, grabbing the edge of the towel to unwrap it from your body.
“My turn.”
HES SO!!! hes so!!! SO!!!!
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bf!dick grayson who lives for any and all gossip you have for him. whenever you come home from work and inform him that your coworker did something, he's all ears.
"oh my god, she did what?" he scoffs, taking a big bite of the apple in his hand.
you giggle. "i know, right?!" you say, continuing your story. his engaged and invested body language making you laugh. "you're really interested in this, huh, baby?"
"i like hearing what happens in your life—especially if it's messy."
bf!dick grayson who does handstands around your shared apartment. you banned any other acrobatics—like backflips or handsprings—after he misjudged how much room he had and broke a vase.
bf!dick grayson who always flashes his stupid smirk at you. the hung smirk, you call it, but he doesn't get that. you groan, head falling against his shoulder as he smirks sluttily at you. "you gotta stop doing that, baby," you whine.
bf!dick grayson who dotes on you like no other. he coos at everything you do, just finding you so fucking cute. like, you frown after your shirt shrunk to the point of being unwearable in the dryer and dick just awwws.
he cups your cute face, kissing your forehead gently a few times. "its fixable, babygirl," he murmurs softly. "don't fret, my love. i'll buy you a new one. i'll even buy us a hanging dryer line for the balcony so it doesn't happen again. sound good, doll?"
bf!dick grayson who rests his head in your lap, looking up at you through his thick lashes. he stares up at you with sweet, blue eyes, admiring your face. "so pretty..." he murmurs, a hand coming up to brush his knuckles against your cheek.
bf!dick grayson who sometimes acts like a little kid around you, but it just means he feels safe. he'll be all in your personal space, won't listen to you just to annoy you, and will make sassy little comments like a misbehaving child. all in all, though, he just feels comfortable around you.
bf!dick grayson who is always hypnotized by the sight of you between his legs, his cock in your mouth. you suck him so good, eyes never leaving his as you take him all the way in, spit pooling at the base of his dick. he throws his head back, hands twitching at his sides, begging to bury themselves in your hair.
bf!dick grayson who just...picks you up. he'll walk by you in the manor and just scoop you up, tossing you over his shoulder and bringing you where ever he wants. and of course, you just let him.
bf!dick grayson who loves your back rubs. you guys have an assortment of scented oils under your bathroom sink, and every night after patrol he picks out his desired one. he'll pad over to the bed where you lay, book in hand, and wordlessly hold the bottle out.
you'll giggle at his little pout. "you want a back rub?" you ask. he only nods, laying down on his stomach so you can do your thing. "sweet boy. of course."
bf!dick grayson who usually doms, but doesn't mind being dommed every now and then. laying down, forced to keep his hands to himself as you bounce on his cock, tits in his face, but not letting him touch anything. he whimpers—full-on whines—and writhes softly. "baby-"
"no. no touching," you murmur, moaning softly as you grind down on him. his mewls make you gush around his dick.
bf!dick grayson who only drinks coffee that you make him. he swears it just tastes sweeter like that, when crafted by your gentle hands. he loves the way you make it all fancy for him, pouring cold foam and caramel atop the iced coffees, cinammon atop the hot ones. it makes him feel so loved and appreciated.
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stalked you on the internet, it’s feminine intuition ‘cause I always had a vision of us standing like this !
starring.. dick grayson x fem reader ★ social media au fem!reader fluff crackfic profanity supportive wingman! wally west reader is close friends with wally forced private physical trainer! dick all post related people is only a pose reference, imagine them however you’d like!
yours truly, shua — work by shuaze. do not copy, translate, feed to ai, repost on any other platforms.
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