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Summary: Jason keeps the receipt from your first date and you find out on a quiet, soft evening.
Disclosure: jason is a cutie, fluffy, jason is described to be taller than reader, could be read as gn!reader, no mentions of skin color and/or description of size/figure, they call each other baby, reader calls him jaylove, jason is a little self conscious of his actions
a/n: i havenât written in so long but this flowed so easily, although iâm not that happy with my writing. let me know if you have some suggestion on what i could change. english is not my first language and this is not proofread. please donât be afraid to like, reblog and/or comment!! đ«¶
âI love this scene.â you murmur quietly, watching as a movie plays on the tv while youâre laying on the couch in your and Jasonâs shared apartment.
Jason is sat next to you, one arm carefully laid across your shoulders as he twirls a piece of your hair between his fingers.
He hums softly in agreement to your previous statement, continuing to get lost in the scene that is playing.
Both of you are ripped out of your cozy atmosphere by the ringing of your doorbell.
âIâll get it.â you exclaim energetically, wiggling out from under his arm as you get up. Him and you both know that it must be the food you ordered almost an hour ago. Burgers. Jasonâs choice, of course.
As you make your way to the door, you can feel Jasonâs gaze following your steps. You know that heâs always as careful as he can be, especially when it comes to you. You never know what kind of people may be showing up at your doorstep, even if itâs just to deliver food.
âJaylove? Do you have cash for a tip?â you question, turning to face where heâs now sitting facing the door, his shoulders squared broad and his legs spread. You know he would look menacing to whoever would stand at the door and see him behind you, glaring.
âMy walletâs in my jacket pocket.â he answers, his voice soft in comparison to the way he holds his body.
You huff quietly, rolling your eyes at his antics while your turn to where his jacket is hung up next to the door, reaching into his pocket. Even if you think heâs being dramatic, you love him for it. Thatâs why you canât help the smile creeping across your face as you turn back around, now with his wallet clutched in your hand.
Before you can make a teasing remark, the whole interaction is cut off with a knock at the door, and you quickly open it to find your delivery driver holding out the bag of food to you.
You exchange a quick greeting as you take the bag and press a five dollar bill in his hand, and he thank you quietly before heâs already on his way again.
With the bag of food in one hand, and Jasonâs wallet in the other, you gently nudge the door closed with your hip, turning to make your way into the kitchen, when a small piece of paper catches your eyes.
Maneuvering his wallet into the same hand holding the bag, you quickly bend down and pick it up.
Now that you can see it up close, you recognize that itâs a receipt. Specificity, the receipt of the first time the two of you went out together.
You still remember how nervous you were, finally crossing the line from friends to something more.
You still remember how nervous Jason was, trying not to let it show but failing miserably as he stumbled over his words and almost knocked over his drink.
You still remember insisting that you could split the bill, but he insisted on paying for you the both of you.
And you still remember how the two of you doodled together on the back of the receipt while waiting for the waiter to come back.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jason is now getting plates out of the both of you. When he notices you not moving, he looks up, softly calling out to you. âBaby? You coming?â
Youâre snapped out of your memories by his voice, and you look up to find him watching you already. Then his eyes drift down to what youâre holding.
He raises a brow. âWhatâd you got there?â
Eyes crinkling, a cheesy smile lights up your face as your mouth forms a subtle pout.
Moving towards him, you set the bag and his wallet down on the counter across from him.
âYou kept the receipt from our first date?â you question softly, even though you know the answer already. In a split second, you see his face going from confusion, to embarrassment, finally ending up in a sheepish expression.
âThatâs so fucking cute, Jason.â you tell him straight up, already knowing heâs searching for the right way to explain himself. But you donât need him to.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise. âIt is? I thought youâd think it would be⊠weird.â He confesses.
âWhat?â you exclaim. âNo way! Why would that be weird?â
He just shrugs, shyly avoiding your gaze. You round the counter, now taking his face inbetween the palms of your hands, tilting his head so heâs forced to meet your eyes.
Your smile brightens when you notice the flush on his cheeks. God, he looks so cute you just want to squeeze him.
âThatâs really sweet of you, baby. I mean it.â you express.
Jason mirrors your smile, if somewhat smaller. âIâm glad.â he admits. âIâve kept it in my wallet since that night. Right next to the picture of you.â
He swallows before he continues. âSometimes I take it out and just look at it, and Iâm reminded of our first date. That was arguably the best day of my life back then, and it always reminds me what Iâm coming home to.â he shrugs sheepishly, like he didnât just made your eyes well up only with words.
You could melt right there and then at his confession. Instead, you move your hands away from his face and place them around his waist, pressing yourself against him in a hug. You squeeze your eyes shut as you nuzzle your face into his chest.
Jason is a little taken aback, but when he realized what youâre doing, he sees no other option but to wrap his arms around you, too.
The two of you stay like this for a while, before Jason hears a small sniff coming from you. He pulls his head back, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. âAre you crying?â
The only response he gets is silence, thatâs then interrupted by another small sniff and a quiet âNo.â from you.
He chuckles, shaking his head as he presses a long kiss on top of your head. âCome on, letâs eat.â
You pull back, quickly wiping under your eyes. Then you place on hand in the side of his face as you lean up, placing a quick peck on the opposite cheek. âI love you, Jason.â you smile, before turning to finally unbox the food from the bag.
Jason feels the blood rushing to his cheeks again as he mumbles a quiet. âLove you too.â
Sum: Nightwing is in love with his partner. You. But you're head over heels for your coworker, Dick Grayson. OR miraculous ladybug plot between you and dick.
Content: Fem!reader, no use of y/n, shit ton of fluff, mentions of violence, some cuss words, a whollleee bunch of fluff and a bunch of chessy shit, also some typos (i haven't proof read yet)
Word count: 6.2K
A/n: oh god i lost so much sleep for this. please. enjoy. PLEASE. i know it's extremely cheesy and fluffly your gonna throw up from the romance. please leave comments, i love reading them. I'll do tags in the morning (it's 5:30am.) love you all and thank you so fricken much for all the support. NOT PROOF READ YET SORRY </3
Dividers by: @aanaws
Line dividers by: @hyuneskkami
Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3
The drive was short, surprisingly, since you expected some streets to blow up on the way there. You were prepared to ditch the gala and just patrol. Did you debate it? Slightly. The more the silence set in, your thoughts began scrambling anxiously.Â
What if Dick canât patrol and you two both end up in trouble because you wanted to have fun? Or worse, people get hurt and youâre too busy sitting in a gown with champagne in some fancy glass. It didnât help that Dick texted you the entire way there. He was clearly on patrol and bored. You knew the way Nightwing spoke when heâd try to cure his boredom.Â
It was cute. Seeing those small habits of his reflect in Dick. It was clear as day now.Â
When you arrived, the crowded atmosphere overwhelmed you instantly. You expected the crowdedness of course but you were caught off guard. The hallways were so quiet and void, the ballroom was another world compared to the rest of the manor.Â
Chatter and laughter could be heard faintly as the rhythm of violins and a piano merged with the vocals of the live singer standing on the stage. Your eyes scan the room, a habit youâve picked up over the years, taking in your surrounding environment before even stepping inside.Â
The enormous chandeliers glimmered above you. Your lips quirked upwards, remembering the stories Dick told you about how heâd hang from them and get yelled at by Alfred.
The ceiling curves into glass windows, capturing the night sky as your gaze follows the unique architecture of the walls that elevated the space that nearly had you gawking. This was one hell of a manor.
Your name is called from the far left over the overbearing classical music. Your head snaps to the side and catches the sight of that gleaming grin. Thatâs owned by none other than, âGrayson!â
He's wearing a suit with his button up the exact same color as your gown. His hair is combed through neatly, cuffs a tad bit too long. And there's a slight peek of black under his collar.Â
Once he starts getting closer, before he fixes his tie and pushes his hair back flawlessly, you manage to spot the black latex under his dress shirt. Besides the fact that he's definitely wearing his Nightwing suit under that, you're still taking in how breath-taking he looks.
Which is.. new? You would say weird but knowing he's your boyfriend, you can't help but want to burst the buttons off and pull him towards you as he strides over, clearly just as excited as you are to see each other.
âI was hoping youâd text me when you arrived.â He walks beside you as his hand hovers over your back, guiding you. You can't help the smile you try to bite back at the way he avoids touching you, knowing he was cuddled up with you last night on your couch.Â
âI usually like to drop in unannounced.â You tease as he huffs a laugh.Â
âI'm sure you do.â He drags out his laugh, âI know that better than anybody.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â You pinch your brows slightly with a slight shake of your head.Â
âYouâre full of surprises.â His reply holds a double meaning, youâre not sure what but you can tell by his tone. You eye him as he guides you through the crowd, some people calling his name and greeting him as he gives them a quick nod of acknowledgement.Â
You two arrive at a small table. âReservedâ written on a golden slate. You put your purse down, ensuring it stays closed, afraid your suit would peek out.Â
âSeems like you never catch a break, even as a Wayne.â You remark as you cross your legs. You notice the way Dick looks over you, dragging his gaze over your gown before landing on your face. Eyes widening slightly, realizing you just said something.Â
He blinks, gaping for a moment, âYeah,â He tries to collect himself, âBruce is usually the one running these but he decided to throw the weight on me this time.â He gestures to the ballroom. He stays standing, shoving his hands in his pockets and fidgeting with something in his pocket.Â
Dick has many duties tonight, keeping watch, Alfred in his ear about the guests, said guests also on his ass, and wanting to keep you entertained. Unfortunately for him, he wasnât expecting to be completely captivated by you and putting all his focus into trying to stay focused.
Sure, he planned for you to steal the spotlight today, especially in that gown, but he just didnât think it through. Because now his thoughts are clouded by your appearance. From the style of your hair, the grace of your posture and overall just you.Â
It was one thing to see you in your work attire, another to see you in fuzzy pajama pants and a graphic tee (which he could never take in properly because of that frustrating mask), but this was new territory and he wasnât prepared at all.Â
He has you as a friend, a partner, and a lover?Â
âDick?â Shit, he was staring again.Â
âYou seem lost in thought. Want me to get us drinks? Those guests are practically about to eat me alive for grabbing your attention.â You side glance the crowd with a slight cringe. âAnd I could use a glass of champagne before⊠that.âÂ
He didnât even notice. He sighs in disapproval and the stares quickly die down after. âLetâs get some together.â He holds out his elbow to you in offering.Â
You, whoâs secretly loving this, gently rest your hand under his arm as you stand. âNot sure how my boyfriend is gonna react to this.â Tension rises between after that comment. Dick throws you a quick glance but looks away within the same moment.Â
âIs he uncomfortable with you here?â He asks. If you hadnât figured out his identity earlier today, you wouldâve fallen for that. It was so innocent and carefree, you wouldâve never questioned Dick for asking. That alone had you fighting back a smile. He was good at this.Â
âNo. He actually encouraged me to come. Heâs not worried about it. Iâm just wondering if I'll end up on the front page tomorrow for this.â You gesture to your linked arms with a shrug. Dick hums in understanding, like he didnât take that into consideration. But he did. He most definitely did.
You two walked through the crowd that parted as if we sliced through them with every step. Their eyes lingering no matter how far we were. Might as well pull out the cameras. Dick seems unbothered. Well, this surely isnât new to him. If anything.. Heâs.. enjoying it?
âDick, I could be mistaken, do correct me if I'm wrong,â a waiter passes by, glasses of sparkling champagne in hand. Two, to be exact. Dick thanks the waiter, who holds his gaze for longer than a normal waiter should, and hands you your glass.Â
âWhatâs up?â His demeanor remains casual. A light sip of his drink followed by an exhale of satisfaction before turning his attention to you. You can see the calculated look in his eyes. Preparing for any question you could ask within the next moment.
âWith the whole gala and all, something tells me you planned all of this.â Your eyelids fall lightly as you give him a suspicious glare. A smile is still creeping on your lips.Â
He doesnât miss a beat before answering. âBruce actually spared me some of that actually. Alfred goes over most of the management with Bruce beforehand and I only was asked to do this last second due to an emergency..â Dick continues on.
You wanted to laugh at how flawlessly he dodged your question. He was Bruce Wayneâs son. What did you expect?Â
âDick, you know what I'm talking about.â Managing to cut him off, he pauses for a second, his expression masking in false confusion, but also mockingly.(?)
âWhatever could you mean?â His eyes flash with mischief for a moment, before he holds out his hand to you abruptly. âThe next song is one of my favorites.. Would you?â His eyes point to his hand, encouraging you to take it.Â
The music shifts and it picks up into a new song. The singer swaps with another. He takes the stage and two more follow him; backup singers. They begin to harmonize, carrying a melody throughout the ballroom.Â
You almost reject him at that moment. But you're quickly reminded of who stands before you. And you take his hand without a second thought. He places your glasses down swiftly before leading you to the dance floor.Â
Itâs almost impossible to contain the giggles that slip past your lips as he eagerly pulls you with him.Â
Once youâve broken free from the crowd, you two now stand in the center of attention. There are others who are dancing, but all eyes are clearly on you two. An itch crawls up your spine as it ripples through your nerves. Your hands are getting warmer by the second and you canât stop looking around. Your eyes landing on the band on stage to distract yourself. Maybe this wasnât the best idea-
âHey,â Dick calls softly and you manage to snap out of your thoughts for a moment, âDonât worry about everyone else. Theyâll stare whether we dance or not.â Easy for him to say. The spotlight has been on him for years.
âDick, it is not as easy as it sounds.â You chuckle softly, head dropping in embarrassment. âI am so ending up on the front page after this.â You groan under your breath.
Dick wraps his free arm against your waist, pulling you in as the other lifts your hand that currently occupied his. You follow him, on full auto pilot, as he guides you into a gentle sway. He leans forward- his lips at eye level- whispering.
âIs that really so dreadful to you?â
You nearly stepped on him because of the way your knees partially gave out. You almost knock into his face when you look at him.
(I highly highly recommend listening to âThe wonder of youâ by Elvis Presly during this scene. Like.. right now.)
His gaze fixates on yours, the distance between you much shorter than you were ready for. Nightwing has been this close. Even closer actually. But this was Dick Grayson. A man of intoxicating charisma that could infect you in an instant. Staring back at that endless gaze he has you trapped in. There was hope in escaping, but you lost it all when his cheeks curved as his lips curled up into a grin.Â
Youâre unable to formulate words so all you can do is let out a chuckle. What was he doing? Trying to flirt with you as Dick? Does he think youâd fall for this?
He doesnât push for an answer, instead, he admires you as you sway and dance to the melody.
And you're always there to lend a hand
In everything I do
That's the wonder
The wonder of you
As the singer pours his heart out into the song, Dick takes his chance, now having your attention on him, he mouths the words. Lip syncing to the song.
He watches as your jaw slacks. He smiles harder when you raise your brows. With a tighter grip on your waist, you two glide across the dance floor as the strings and drums guide you. An enchanting nature flowing into the atmosphere.Â
And when you smile the world is brighter
The way you looked at him only fed into his fantasy and this was no longer a ballroom full of people.Â
You two were dancing to an entrancing rhythm, high in the clouds, and the world in your eyes.Â
You notice the way he loses focus, you couldnât tell if it was because he was thinking about kissing you or trying to remember the words to the song. It was definitely both.Â
You touch my hand and I'm a king
Your kiss to me is worth a fortune
Your love for me is everything
As the second verse of the song passes, you study his features silently. His thoughts are off in another dimension as you two continue to dance. His gaze deep on your lips. You almost want to see how long itâd take for him to snap out of it.Â
I guess I'll never know the reason why
You love me as you do
That's the wonder
The wonder of you
The words seem to dance around you two. You canât help but take in the way heâs melting into the picture and forgetting his surroundings. When was the last time someone had looked at you in that way? Like you were a dream.
It fed into the hypnotizing moment. So, you fall with him. As the stings of guitar hum through the air, you try to fight a smile. But itâs impossible. The flutter in your chest was overpowering any logical thought. You can fix whatever happens after. He may not be Nightwing right now, but he was still the same man you cared for. And so clearly loved.Â
So, you follow his lead, even as he moves subconsciously. He notices when you begin leading him into the song. Snapping out of whatever world he was in, his hand now holding yours tighter. He drags his focus back to your eyes.Â
I guess I'll never know the reason why
You love me as you do
That's the wonder
The wonder of you
Without saying a word or lip syncing, the singer exposes both of your confessions and your eyes confirm them.Â
He leads you into a spin, lightly raising your hand as you twirl softly, your eyes locked with his and never leaving them for a moment.Â
Dick didnât even realize the song was coming to an end until you managed to pull him out of his delusions. He was debating multiple things in that short minute. You made it so hard to decide. But he knew one thing after this. He was going to tell you the truth.Â
And as the music slowed, you came to a halt. You had to tell him. This was it. This was all you needed to confirm before you came forth with the truth.
âDick..â You start and he also goes to say something before the sounds of glass shattering and gun shots fired.
Your heads snap to the ceiling, alert and ready but Dick beats you to it as he shields you from a smoke screen grenade. Swarms of people rush to the doors, the once calm and romantic atmosphere now shattered.Â
He pushes you behind a column before looking over his shoulder. âGet somewhere safe. Or just find Alfred. Heâs your safest choice.â He advises as the fume fills the area rapidly.
You think, should you tell him to just let you go? If you reveal yourself now itâll make it easier for the both of you. But he needed to focus, your suit was across the room. If you can get to it, you can help him from the inside.
âOkay, be careful!â But heâs already gone.Â
Dick quickly discards his suit and maneuvers his way to the painting on the far left side of the room, where he hid his escrima sticks behind. He didnât want to leave you alone, but he trusts you enough to take care of yourself. He puts on his mask, now rid of his tux and in his vigilante suit.Â
You slowly make your way through the crowds of screams and cries of distress. The thugs who broke in had their weapons raised, ready to attack anyone and anything. Gun shots are being fired but itâs to gain attention.Â
You notice the way they avoid shooting anyone. Guns aimed at the people but the only bullets released are the ones positioned to the ceiling. Must be a robbery. Theyâll want control of the room before being rash. Hostages and leverage.Â
All exits are locked and it seems Alfred mustâve left the room before anything happened. He must be dealing with the intruders outside of the ballroom.Â
You break down your surroundings and by the time youâve figured out the situation, you get to your table and snatch your purse off it.
But you feel a tug. Looking up in confusion, a shadowed figure blurs into existence through the fog. One of these thieves went for your purse.Â
âNow hand it over little mis-â Your heel collides with his face before he finishes. Because fuck no?
And he wasn't the last of them. As you make your way to the bathroom, you're taking down one after the other. Once you make it, the door is jammed shut. Fuck.Â
By the screams you heard when you shook the door knob, some women were definitely hiding in there. Fine. Then you'll do this no suit style.Â
You look down at your gown, it would definitely get in the way. And there's no way you wanna ruin it. Think.Â
As the smoke starts to clear, you catch the gun by your feet. Hm..
Dick has cleared a good large portion of thugs now. He can hear the sirens and cops charge into the manor and that was his queue to leave.Â
He grabs his grappling gun and aims at the ceiling, he hears a series of grunts and short shouts that get cut off in pain. Then shots ring and he avoids leaving all together.Â
Peaking over his shoulder, he catches a glimpse of you knocking down the last few men. A smile spreads across his face.Â
A gun in hand but your aim well enough to avoid any major casualties. And once you're done, he watches as you hike up your gown to maneuver your way through the mass of unconscious masked men and weapons, over to him. Wait- why are you coming towards him?
âHey sweets-?â
âGo go go-â
âWhere-?âÂ
âAh ah ah,â You raise a finger to his lips, âGo.âÂ
Youâre wrapping your arms over his shoulders, latching onto him. Without wasting a second, Nightwing follows through, aiming his hook up as you two leave the scene.Â
Once you two land on a rooftop, a few blocks away from the gala. When Dick puts you down, you dust off your gown frustrated. âI did not want to go through questioning. The last thing I need is to read over my own words tomorrow during work.â
âOh, that makes sense.â Dick hum in realization.
âWhat did you think we were leaving for?â You place your hands on your hips and he shrugs.Â
âI thought you got bored and wanted to go home.â
âBut you didnât take me home.â
âNever said I was going to.â He smirks and you're already rolling your eyes.Â
âWell, either way, thank you.â Dropping your arms and tugging your purse over your shoulder, you walk over to the ledge and sigh. âBut I'm freezing now.â You add with a mumble before wrapping your arms around yourself.
âFor starters, let's take a step back.â He pulls you back by your waist.
âIâll be fine-â
âNot up for debate, we already went over this.â And his hands move to fold his arms around you, resting your back against his chest. Somehow the suit heâs wearing manages to warm you up instantly. So, you melt into his embrace.Â
âYou would let me if I had a grappling hook like you.â Your words echo through the breeze. His arms cling to you tighter after your comment.Â
You donât know why you said it but you were already planning on hinting at this earlier. Had that break in not happened, heâd know your true identity right now. The idea of that made you squeeze yourself tighter.
Nightwing smiles and places a soft kiss into your hair. âI donât let you because Iâd rather have you safe. Iâm sure if you had one youâd be able to take care of yourself just fine.â
You lean your head back, a soft chuckle escaping. If only he knew, you thought.Â
âIs your partner not here with you tonight? Or is she avoiding you because I'm here?â You tease and he shakes his head.
âSheâs a bit busy tonight. Iâm patrolling alone for now.â He looks off into the distance as he recalls it.Â
âBummer.â You reply, sarcasm lacing your tone. âGive me a grappling hook and a domino mask. Iâll fill in for the night.â And he bursts into a fit of laughter. You join him but add, âI can fight!â
âNever doubted it!â He tries to place a peck on your cheek but heâs smiling through it. âJust.. funny you say that.âÂ
He places his cheek against your shoulder softly as he rubs his hands against your chilled arms. You stare at the white films of his mask, you know what eyes lay behind them now, had been staring into them moments ago with no barrier, no limits. With a tilt of your head, you shift your body to face him and bring your thumbs to graze over his dimples.
âA fan of the dimples, I see.â He nuzzles into your hands as he tugs you closer. Instead of rolling your eyes, you bore your gaze onto his mask.Â
His smile doesnât falter, like your intense stare only fueled it. When it was you and him as vigilantes, he always wondered what piercing eyes were gazing at him. Now that they were so close to him every night, it cured more than his curiosity.Â
Dick felt the way your warm touch hesitated after his comment and once you looked at him, he could see the speculation that occupied your mind. He waited instead of saying something. He knew you were altercating between something. He knew that plotting face, just this time it was not partially covered by a mask.Â
Somehow, it was cuter than he imagined.
And when your thumb stops running across his cheeks, he hopes youâd say something, but you continue to stare. His confidence almost slips for a second. What had you so lost in thought?
Did you feel bad about missing patrol? Were you hurt? Or just shivering from the cold?
He removes his hand off your waist to lay it against yours, before turning his head to place a kiss upon your palm.Â
And that seemed to help, because he sees your lovely smile return. The wind rushes past you, blowing your styled hair over your features, but heâs already pushing those stray strands behind your ear before some damn wind gets in the way of his chance to admire you.Â
Youâre going to get sick in this weather. Maybe he shouldâve grabbed his coat before leaving. He should take you home now, but he can tell by the look on your face that you were trying to get something off your chest.
A minute has probably passed by now.Â
As Dick watches you in anticipation, patiently waiting for you to say what was on your mind, you were too busy in awe. Every gesture, kiss, and word has led you to fall for him. Even now as he showers you in affectionâŠ
A mischievous expression creeps onto your face.
âIâm more of a fan of the blue eyes.â You speak so softly he almost misses the meaning behind those words.Â
His hand seems to still near your hair, he barely pauses.Â
Could you see through his mask? Maybe you figured it out by being you and using that extravagant detective intellect and put the pieces together over time.Â
And your eyes dart around his features. âBut I'm sure you could tell after today. Right, Dick?â The amused look on your face then falters after the words slip out of you.
And itâs dead silent.
Nightwingâs grin returns, bit by bit. You werenât expecting your heart to race.. Or your nerves going haywire. Goosebumps crawl onto your skin and not from the crisp air. When an uneasy feeling starts to settle, itâs as though Nightwing had the advantage, even though you revealed his identity.Â
With an eyebrow raised, Dick is biting back a grin. He guides your hand towards his mask, unsure if you're shivering or shaking. But either way, he needs to take you home after this.
Your fingers make their way to the edge of his mask, pausing. Wordlessly waiting for permission.Â
And he doesnât falter, angling his head down as you pull it off. It detaches, and as you gradually move it away, Dick raises his head slightly. Looking at you through his lashes, like he doesn't know how to act. He smiles sheepishly, unsure of what to say, but heâs clearly amused.
You can barely breathe. You inhale sharply, but somehow forgot to exhale. Why? What was making you so anxious?Â
âHowâd you figure it out?â The shy facade was replaced with his cocky self, finding entertainment in your gradually building panic.Â
Your attention switches between his face and the mask in your hands. He was being so cheeky and you werenât going to let him have the upper hand here.Â
âYouâre terrible at hiding it.â You wanted to mentally smack yourself for fumbling that line. It was a slur of words with how you mumbled it. You glue your eyes to the mask, somehow unable to look back up.Â
Dick nearly scoffs but he lights up to an idea instead. When his hands overlap yours, he pushes up the mask to your face. You look up startled before catching the way he beams at you, dimples flashing and a squint of his eyes. He guides the mask over your features and he almost chuckles.Â
He tilts his head, âYou arenât the best at it either.â
And you're dumbfounded⊠the crushing weight of how shockingly ironic this was left you blank. Then in seconds your features scrunch in response.
âYou knew!â You nearly shout, dropping the mask before staggering back. Dick is cracking up, snickering at your baffled reaction. You canât fight the slight tug of your lips as a smile breaks through. How dare he use that infectious laugh on you right now.Â
âDick! How long have you known!?âÂ
He folds over, grabbing his mask and trying to break through his own laughter to answer.Â
âHow about we get you home and talk it out?â As he puts his mask back on, he reaches out for you and rubs his hands against your chilling figure. âYouâre freezing.â
You put a finger up, âIâm actually shaking from deception.â and shove it against his chest.Â
âAnd Iâll formally apologize for the treason we both committed after we get you back to your warm and comforting abode.â With that he leans down and places a soft peck on your lips.
You glare at him, in hopes of seeming intimidating but you fail tremendously, and you're wrapping your arms around him as he reaches for his grappling hook.Â
âBarbara isnât listening to all of this, is she?â
âAs if Iâd give her that opportunity⊠again.â
When you two arrive, you rush in and grab the thick throw blanket that lays atop the couch and snuggle into it. Shudders of chills coursing through you and Dick walks in after, hands on his hips and his usual smirk. You curl up into your couch as Tikki calls for attention, but you were too busy fighting the icy shivers.Â
Dick closes the door and walks to the kitchen, calling Tikki over to hand her food and to arrange hot chocolate.Â
âMilk or Dark chocolate?â
âDonât play dumb, Dick Grayson, Iâm sure you know exactly what I like by now.â You say through quivering teeth.Â
âMilk it is.â
Thereâs a restful silence that carries throughout the apartment. You lay still on the couch, still basking in its warmth as Dick walks over with the drinks. He doesnât say a word yet. Only taking a seat beside you and removing his mask.Â
That doesnât seem to cover much now that you see it before you. How could you have missed this?
âI found out earlier this week. When we got coffee together. When you told me aboutâ well, me.â He starts. You turn to the side, dragging your weight to face him, still wrapped up in the blanket as he continues. âI thought it would be fun to hear about what you were gonna describe me as, and then you practically told me everything I needed to know.â
âThatâs lame, I had to figure it out. You got lucky.â You state matter-of-factly.Â
âIt was the âxoâ on the letter wasnât it?â
âDick, you're making it really hard to not be petty right now.âÂ
âI was planning on telling you tonight anyway!â He defends and you scoff.Â
âWhile running a gala and being on duty?âÂ
âWell it wasnât supposed to be hard but you are very distracting!â
Your eyes go wide and his copy, âSo, itâs my fault?â
He staggers to answer, âNo! If anything, itâs Bruceâs fault!â
âHa! Are you blaming Batman right now!?â Youâre shifting yourself up to sit properly and heâs starting to crack a smile again.
âNo, Iâm blaming Bruce. Very largeâ huge difference.â And that sends you into a fit of giggles.Â
The nerves that were unwelcome earlier have now disappeared. The comforting and intimate dynamic returns with the sound of laughter.
Dick scoots closer, throwing his arm around your shoulders to pull you beside him. As you two go over the moments of subtle flirts, hidden meanings, and hints you dropped through the night. Tikkiâs sleeping form rested on your legs as he pet her through her slumber. You two ended the night in soft conversations and light hearted jokes and thanks to Dickâs luck, Bruce had returned to the manor after he left. Leaving him to rest with you for the remainder of the night.Â
By the time you joined Tikki in dozing off, Dick took that as his cue to get back home before Barbara loses it. (She already has.)
And when morning arrives, you wake to a note and a pillow where your boyfriend should be.Â
As you get up to rinse off and clean up after last night, you call Dick.Â
âWhy, good morning, bugaboo.â He coos over the phone
âOh, it's already started.â You mock in fake regret.
âFortunately for you, it started the day you met me.âÂ
âTime-travel is not impossible, Grayson.â
âThen letâs be glad you arenât capable of such.â
âYou underestimate me.â
âI wouldnât dare.â
When you walk into the station, you catch sight of Dick, standing at his desk in conversation with a cup in hand. You decide to walk up to him, noticing heâs talking to someone you havenât seen before.Â
âOfficer Grayson.â You call him and his head snaps towards you with an already plastered smile.Â
âWell, isnât it my favorite detective? I was just talking about you.â He indicates to the person in front of him and you greet her with a nod, holding your hand out before stating your name.Â
âItâs nice to meet you.â The woman takes your hand, reciprocating a small smile.
âI was just telling her about how you never know what to expect out of you. Always full of surprises.â He gives you a knowing look before taking a sip of his drink. Then pausing to grab the other one on his desk and handing it to you.Â
You take it without question. Giving him a quick smile as a thank you before replying, âIâm sure you would know.âÂ
He chuckles at that, playing it off as some remark and continuing to conversate with the woman.Â
âWell, I should get back to my desk, is it alright if I can take your number down? Incase i have any more questions.âÂ
You catch the way she pulls out her personal cell instead of the work phone that was strapped right beside it. Dick agrees in understanding and puts his work number in before handing it back and wishing her luck.Â
She thanks him with a slight tilt of her head and a grin thatâs much to tense to be normal and pats his arm as if heâs been buddies with her for months. And when her hand lingers before turning away and heading back to her desk, you squint at the subtle attempt.Â
You glance back at Dick, analyzing the way he continues to drink his coffee unbothered.
âWhoâs she?â You ask once sheâs out of reach and Dick shrugs.Â
âSome newbie. They put her under Lianne but she said she had some questions.â He turns his entire focus and body to you before eyeing you up and down. Once his gaze lands on your face, a smug smirk grows. âWhy do you ask?â
âIâm a detective, Dick. Itâs my job to ask.â
He places his drink down and crosses his arms, raising his brows at you. You pinch your brows and shrug slightly, unsure what heâs getting at.
âWere you jealous just now?â He eyes you through half closed lids and you pout in astonishment.Â
âI was not jealous.â And when you denied it too quickly, you could practically see the way Dick was ready to tease you.Â
âYou are.â
âNo, Dick. Iâm not.â
âYou so are.â
âDick-â You cut yourself off, not entertaining his taunting for another second. âIâm gonna go clock in.â
âI only got eyes for you, mâlady.â And you sigh as you walk away. Not turning back or heâd catch the small smile on your lips.
When Barbara found you in the afternoon, let's just say, she gave you both an earful...
After the mission that night, Dick said he had a friend to see before calling it a night. Curious little you decided to join instead of heading home and laying on the couch waiting for him.
You two arrived at a bridge, waiting on the Flash, who Dick informed you was Wally West. Apparently, he asked Dick to wait for him here since heâd bring over something to hand over to Batman. Which unfortunately for Wally, he pissed off Bruce and now heâs avoiding him out of fear.Â
And in a blink of an eye, and a flash of light, there stands the speedster.Â
âDick! Didnât know we were bringing friends! I wouldâve worn the new suit instead of this one.â Wally said the second part under his breath before waving at you.
He holds his hand out to shake and you take it softly. âItâs nice to meet you, Wally.â
He blinks in surprise and looks back at Dick in confusion. âNice to meet you too..?â He drags on as you state your name and he nods in acknowledgement.Â
âBeautiful name for a marvelous woman.â He adds.Â
You smile, but tensely for a moment because you werenât expecting him to flirt so openly next to Dick. Who you glance at momentarily and notice the way he stares at Wally.Â
âDickie here somehow always manages to bring the loveliest ladies around when I least expect it.â Wally continues as if he was disappointed in the man before him.
You smirk at the way Dick seems to be.. Annoyed? At his friend and you canât help but take the opportunity to tease him back.Â
âI heard a lot of things about you on the way here, no need to worry.âÂ
âGood things, I hope?â Wally replies, feeding into the taunt.
âWould you say thereâs anything bad?â You ask and Wallyâs grin grows.
âWell, I wo-â
âWally.â Dick cuts him off, his stare directed towards him, even through that mask and Wally startles in remembrance realizing he forgot the briefcase in his hands.Â
You snicker at the way Dick sighed and forced Wally to finish up and go home. Which he does, but not without giving you a quick wink and vanishing after.Â
You turn back to Dick who looks at the briefcase in his hands then back at you. âYou did that to mess with me.âÂ
âI did that to mess with you.â A few chuckles escape you and Dick rubs his temple, dragging out a long sigh.Â
âWally? Really?â He asks, almost disappointed and you shrug.Â
âHey,â You bump your shoulder into his and he looks up at you before you smirk. âI only have eyes for you and you know that.âÂ
That cracks his smile through and heâs throwing his arm around you to squeeze your laughing figure into him. The yellow light illuminating from the streetlight above contours your features as he looks down at you. He couldnât hate a mask more than now, wishing to see those captivating irises.
âYou better. The last thing I needed to see was my best friend attempting to flirt with the woman I love.âÂ
And the way your features melt fondly from his words, has him refraining from stealing another kiss but he fails once you wrap your arms around him, leaning forward and conveying your excitement into words, âShe loves you too.âÂ
And his lips find yours in a surge of emotion filled with intensity. It was truly miraculous.
A/n: yeah, i threw in that corny ending for the shits and giggles lmao, i hope you enjoyed and pls ignore how lazy i got in the end i am so sleep deprived right now, love you guys <3
Tim: okay so i think a moment that REALLY shaped my brain was reading a superbat hate-love fanfic a week before becoming robin and then years later learning that Jason was the author and the reason the updates stopped was because he died.
Jason: i only wrote it was cause bruce pissed me off a lot , i had started one where i made him get pregnant , it was a batman x bruce wayne too,,,,,, i wonder if i still have the draft somewhere..
Barbara: you know what. this explains why you two are they way that you are
Dick: was it batman or bruce that was pregnant?
Jason: why do you want to know..?
Barbara: answer the question, coward
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i appreciate asexual perverts but they get enough attention tbh. shoutout my asexuals with no hoes boring as hell no kinks no dirty magazines no riske drawings just completely winning the idgaf war
Anyone else noticing theres no websites anymore. You never go to website.com anymore its always some bullshit like "go to the smeeple app store and download the flubi app" i dont want toooo what ever happened to websites. I do not like it
Wait Iâm sorry parent/child incest fic?????? Why does that exist? Why do you KNOW that exists?????? What the fuck đ€ą
I feel like you can sort of tell how long (or not) someone has existed in fannish spaces by how outraged they get about things like this. Like rings in a tree trunk lol. I've been in so many fandoms. At least one, but often multiple at the same time, since I was a teenager. I've seen just. Everything.
Sex pollen. Mpreg. Incest. Monster fucking. Tentacles. Pairings like Snape/Hermione that would be crazy abusive and illegal if they were real. Wild kinks. The babygirlification of all kinds of villains. So much RPF (the 'I sincerely believe they are secretly a couple' kind and the 'this is fictional but it's fun to imagine they're in love' kind.)
You learn to just scroll past shit you don't like or unfollow people or filter tags. The tldr of fandom is that humans are weird as fuck. And creative, and unhinged, and traumatized, and talented. And amazing. And every single thing that you clutch your pearls about 'well surely someone doesn't want to read/write THAT!' - someone does. Probably lots of people do. And those people are perfectly normal. In their offline lives, they're parents and siblings and they have jobs and friends and they go about their lives and they don't cause any harm. And that's the sticking point. There's this really concerning, frankly highly Evangelical idea that if someone enjoys the wrong kind of fiction, they are obviously a Bad Person. But nothing is that simple, and thought crimes aren't real, and you definitely have some thoughts or ideas that someone else would find fucked up. You don't have to like every kind of fic that exists. I certainly don't. But shaming people for their harmless fantasies about fictional characters is so boring. I saw Goody Proctor enjoying a Toxic Ship! Good for you, I'll alert the pope.
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This was the third time tonight that Remy had been pulled from sleep by a near bruising hit.
It wasn't your fault, he knew that. You couldn't help your actions when you were unconscious - despite his initial suspicion that you were messing with him - but Remy could no longer deny that your constant squirming was becoming an issue. He sat up with a grunt, bleary eyes opening to take in your sprawled out state. One leg was hooked over his, arms draped across the bed, head turning to the side as your hips shuffled restlessly.
Remy sighed, unable to bring himself to wake you, even as you tossed and turned. Instead, he carefully hooked an arm around your shoulders, the other behind your leg, gently rolling you over into a somewhat more reasonable sleeping position. He watched you for a moment to ensure you weren't stirring; your brows twitched momentarily, but you soon settled back into the pillows, easing into peaceful slumber.
With that Remy was satisfied, laying back once more and turning on his side to face you. He wrapped his arms around you, his nose tucked against your hair as he pulled you close, hoping he could still your movement and sleepy peacefully the rest of the night.
That hope was short lived.
Remy was nearly lost in slumber once more, muscles melting into relaxation, before your knee slammed, sudden and roughly, into his gut. It was hard enough to pull a strangled groan from his throat, torso shifting to roll himself over, hand clutching his stomach.
With a huff of defeat, he slowly removed himself from your tangled limbs - an arm and leg of yours now wrapped around him as if you weren't the epitome of violence moments before. Leaving the bed pained him, but Remy wasn't one to intentionally endure beatings, at least not in this context, regardless of how much he adored you. So, he gathered up his pillow and padded out of the bedroom with a final glance over his shoulder at your still sleep lulled state.
He found refuge on the couch in the living room of your cozy apartment, settling into the cushions that wouldn't attack him, and soon drifting into the realm of dreams himself.
Remy was awoken in the morning by the soft clinking of mugs in the kitchen, a sign you were awake and seeking coffee. He rubbed his eyes, blinking away the lingering drowsiness as he sat up. Stretching, he felt the back of his head and winced a little, a bruise surely forming. He quickly, however, schooled his expression as you shuffled into the living room, a steaming mug in each hand.
You looked heavenly, he couldn't deny. Hair mussed, features still laced with sleep's softness, glowing with a lovely night's rest as if you hadn't bruised him all night long.
"Morning, Rem," you mumbled, watching as he took a sip, "why're you out here?"
The twinge of sadness in your voice tugged at Remy's heart; he knew you didn't mean to injure him in your sleep, and he didn't want you thinking he'd abandoned you for selfish reasons.
You let out a small huff of laughter, head dropping in subtle embarrassment, "I'm sorry, really, I wish I could help it," you apologized, the tiniest flicker of guilt coloring your expression. "I want to sleep with you, like, normally," you added at the suggestive raise of Remy's brow, "I don't wanna hurt you."
To your surprise, he simply shrugged, all annoyance set aside for the sake that consciously, he did love you to no end. "C'est bon, mon amour, a lil pain never scared Remy away," he winked, coaxing a soft blush from you. "besides, I'd take a beating any day if it was from you ma belle."
To that, you rolled your eyes, Remy taking your hand and gently tugging you down next to him. He kissed you then, lips tasting like coffee and drowsy adoration as he set his mug aside to be able to cup your face. He pulled away, kissing the tip of your nose, ruby eyes gleaming at the star-struck sparkle in yours.
The two of you knew then that the trouble of sleeping in the same bed was nowhere near an obstacle that could truly deter the love you shared.
AN: Hey... so... I know I've been radio silent for a while now, but I just hit a really bad bout of writers block, so I wasn't able to update anything. Fortunately (or unfortunately, idk) though I recently got back into the X-Men fandom and was suddenly struck with the overwhelming inspiration to write some x reader stuff with Gambit. So I guess this is me letting you know that I'm gonna be shamelessly dragging y'all down into my current obsession with me, lol.
Word Count: 2,530
âYou came runninâ in here in a hurry. Somethinâ wrong, cher?â A familiar voice asked from behind you as you were peeking out the small gap in the cracked door to the rec room. You startled and quickly whirled around to face Gambit, who you had somehow missed in your rush to get inside. In your defense, it was really early, so you hadnât exactly expected the room to be occupied.
You were unfortunately too distracted and stressed to engage in your usual banter with him, so you just laughed nervously in response, your eyes restlessly darting from the partially open door leading into the hallway âwhere you could hear heavy footsteps getting closer, which was really not goodâ and Gambit repeatedly before you paused⊠a crazy idea forming in your mind.
It was a long shot, but you figured that it wouldnât hurt to try.
âI need you to pretend to be my boyfriend really quick.â You blurted out as you rushed over to where Gambit was casually leaning against the wall, grabbing onto his arm in order to none too gently pull him away from the wall so you could wrap an arm around his waist, the manâs hand settling on your hip in order to catch his balance right as the door to the rec room swung open.
You barely resisted the urge to sneer when fucking Aiden âotherwise known as the thorn in your assâ strolled through, looking as annoyingly cocky as ever. He gave a bit of pause when he saw you standing intimately close to Gambit, who he knew you had a crush on âconsidering the two of you used to be friends before he decided that he wanted something romantic and wouldnât take no for an answerâ but he recovered infuriatingly quickly.
âHey there, gorgeous. I've been looking for you.â Aiden said with a smarmy smile and your stomach churned in equal parts anger and discomfort at being pinned under that look. Your hand on Gambitâs waist tightened as you silently seethed, biting back all the awful things you wanted to say, only for your mind to go blank when you felt Gambitâs thumb begin rubbing soothing circles on your hip.
You took a shaky breath âcareful not to look too surprised by the contact with Aiden watching you so closelyâ and stubbornly repressed all the warm, fuzzy feeling you were getting from being on the receiving end of Gambitâs touch to freak out over later in favor of focusing your attention back onto dealing with Aiden.
âI already told you, I'm not interested in dating you, and Iâd appreciate it if you stopped bothering me.â You snapped while baring your teeth in a threatening manner, trying to mimic the same feral energy that youâd seen Logan use to scare the shit out of enemies and misbehaving students alike in the hopes that it would get Aiden to back off.
But, like every other time you attempted to reject him, it didn't work. You could tell he wasnât taking you seriously just based on the condescending way he laughed and shook his head, as if you were acting like a tantruming toddler.
Though, before you could begin to waste your breath trying to get the message through his thick skull, Gambit finally joined the conversation with an annoyed click of his tongue, the sound drawing both sets of eyes in the room to him.
âSo sorry to disappoint, homme, but dis one's taken.â Gambit said with a faux friendly tone while giving Aiden a dangerous smile, falling into the role of loving boyfriend with an ease that made you equal parts light-headed âin a good wayâ and crestfallen, since it wasnât real. âThough Gambit might be willin' to demonstrate exactly why if you keep botherin' my beau here.â Gambit pulled a card from his sleeve and held it between two fingers, Aiden's confidence visually wavering as he watched Gambit charge the card in a wordless warning to tread carefully.
âYou're dating Gambit? Since when?â Aiden turned his gaze away from Gambit after the man neutralized the kinetic energy that made the card glow a bright pink to instead talk to you, his body tense like he was forcing himself to look away from a predator.
âThat's none of your business.â You hissed with far too much venom than was strictly necessary, but you couldnât help it when the audible disbelief in Aidenâs voice had the feeling of butterflies in your stomach going sour, as if Aiden found the very idea of Gambit wanting you inconceivable.
Aiden blinked at you for a moment âlike he had been caught off guard by your defensivenessâ before his eyes narrowed as he glanced between you and Gambit with a scrutinizing eye, your stomach dropping out when a slow, knowing grin spread across his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking all to the world like the cat that got the canary.
âI don't believe you. Gambit here isn't exactly known for being the settling down type.â Aiden shrugged, his eyes briefly flicking over to Gambit before settling back onto your scowling face. âSo why donât you just stop playing hard to get and get a coffee with me, or maybe we could see a movie? You, me, a dark room⊠sounds like a good time to me.â He continued with a leer that had you feeling vaguely nauseous, your body tensing with the desire to either get away from the situation or hit him in the mouth to knock that obnoxious smoldering look off his face.
âAh, mon ami, you have a bit of nerve to be suggestin' a gooâ time wit someone else's partner.â Gambit snapped as his grip on your hip tightened in a way that felt protective, a sharp edge to his voice that had you glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. His usual friendly demeanor was nowhere to be found, his teeth clenched so tight that the muscle in his jaw jumped and his eyes hard as he began flipping the playing card between his fingers faster, his gaze never leaving Aiden. âBut Gambit is more than willin' to show you why there ain't a chance in hell of dat happenin', if you like.â Gambit continued, his tone dripping with thinly veiled ire.
âThen by all means, man. Prove it.â Aiden challenged with a sweeping gesture, watching the two of you with a smug smile that told you that he thought you wouldn't be able to do it. Unfortunately for him, he underestimated just how much you hated him and just how petty you could be if push came to shove.
You turned to Gambit and, without giving yourself any time to try and talk yourself out of your reckless decision, you threw your arms around Gambitâs neck and pulled him down to you, whatever the Cajun had been about to say transitioning into a choked off gasp of surprise when you pressed your lips against his.
You had every intention of lingering only just long enough to convince Aiden that the two of you had done something like this before âto sell that this actually wasnât the first kiss youâd ever sharedâ but, when you made to pull away after the appropriate amount of time had passed, Gambit wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him as he tilted his head in order to deepen the kiss.
You inhaled sharply through your nose when Gambit let out a soft moan against your lips, his breaths turning quick and heavy, and you forgot all about Aiden standing there watching the two of you as you threaded your hands into Gambitâs auburn hair in order to pull him harder against you, holding him in place as you took control and forced him to slow his frantic pace.
You hummed your approval against his lips when he obediently followed your lead, savoring finally being able to kiss your crush âeven if it didn't happen exactly how you had imagined itâ and you felt a keen sense of loss when you inevitably had to break the kiss. Gambit kept you close, nuzzling your temple with a low, satisfied chuckle as you caught your breath before flashing Aiden a dark grin.
âConvinced now, homme? Or should Gambit make it clearer?â He let his fingers trail down your arm, linking your hands together as he tilted his head, silently daring Aiden to say another word.
âWhatever.â Aiden grumbled petulantly, shooting you a sneer full of wounded pride, before stalking out of the recreational room, slamming the door behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.Â
You stepped away from Gambit and cautiously approached the door to make sure that Aiden was actually leaving, a triumphant grin spreading across your face when you heard the sound of Aidenâs frustrated footsteps get quieter as he stalked down the hall before disappearing entirely.
âFuck yeah!â You hollered as you moved away from the door and hopped around in a little celebratory dance at finally having gotten Aiden off your ass about indulging him with a date when youâd rather go drink gasoline. And, in the heat of the moment, you spun and planted a wet, smacking kiss onto Gambit's stunned face.
You were unable to help the delighted laugh that bubbled up and out of you when Gambit muttered under his breath in French and used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the spit you left behind off his face. Though you didn't take his moody grumbling personally since the grin teasing at the corner of Gambit's mouth was more than enough to reassure you that the other man meant nothing by his dramatic fussing.
âDis donc, cher, Gambit didnât realize he was signinâ up to be slobbered on today,â Gambit said as he finished cleaning his face, the man feigning exasperation as he flicked the card that he was holding at your chest âuncharged obviously since he didnât want to turn you into a splatter on the wallâ grinning when you instinctively caught it before it could make contact. âBut if datâs how you thank him for savinâ you from unwanted suitors, maybe he oughta volunteer more often, non?â
âYou say that like you werenât enjoying yourself.â You said with an eye roll, pushing as much nonchalance as you could muster into your voice as you attempted to ignore how the memory of your shared kiss âand Gambitâs involuntary groan of pleasure, which would burned into your brain for awhile goddamnâ made you want to blush and trip over your words.
âOh, mon cĆur, do not worry yourself. Gambit enjoyed every second and wouldnât mind a repeat performance.â He replied with a wink, his eyes sparkling with amusement as your face flushed a bright red at his words, the man raising a brow at you but âthankfullyâ remaining silent when you tucked the card heâd tossed at you into the back pocket of your jeans like a precious keepsake.
âIââ You began before the words got caught in your throat, Gambitâs expectant stare like a physical weight pressing into you, and âin a moment of cowardiceâ you decided you couldnât make yourself finish the sentence, so you shifted gears after a moment of loaded silence. âI owe you one. Thanks, Remy.â You said âsettling for something safer than the confession that youâd been about to makeâ giving Gambit a soft smile as you reached out to squeeze Gambit's shoulder before you turned on your heel with the intention of leaving, though you were pulled to a halt before you could even take two steps when Gambit grabbed your wrist.
You turned your head to give Gambit a questioning look, your curiosity transitioning into concern when you noticed how lost Gambit looked. But, before you could ask him what was wrong, he realized that you were watching him and he quickly replaced the bizarre expression on his face with a grin that looked far too manic to be completely genuine.
âWhat about Aiden? Won' he go right back to buzzinâ around you if he thinks we ain't together no more?â Gambit asked, his accent getting thicker as he spoke, and you took a moment to consider the question as you raked your eyes over Gambit, taking in the tension in his shoulders⊠the fragile look in his red eyes as he gazed at you like he hung onto your every word.
âIt's inevitable that he'll find out eventually. It's not like we're actually dating.â You gave Gambit an odd look when the hand holding your wrist twitched âa movement that you would call a flinch if you didnât know any betterâ before continuing. âAnd we can't keep up the charade forever. You have men and women to woo and Iâm justâŠâ You trailed off as the knot in your chest, one that formed anytime you thought of Gambit with anyone else, tightened painfully.
Gambit's grip on your wrist loosened slightly, but he didn't let go, his fingers lingering against your pulse point like he wasn't quite ready to let go yet as his eyes searched yours for⊠something. You felt a spark of hope flicker in your chest when Gambitâs harsh grin softened into something more gentle, his thumb absently tracing circles against the thin skin of your inner wrist.
âGambit's got plenty of admirers, sure,â He admitted with a shrug, like the fact that he had both men and women falling at his feet on a daily basis was nothing. Meant nothing to him. âBut maybe⊠maybe he's lookin' for somethin' a little more den charmin' strangers these days.â His voice dropped lower, teasing but oddly sincere as he tilted his head, studying your face closely.
âRemy, what are you saying?â You asked quietly, as if raising your voice would ruin the moment, unwilling to make assumptions with something this big since it would kill you if this ended up being just another one of Gambitâs games.
You felt horribly off balance, like someone had pulled the rug out from beneath you, when Gambitâs eyes flashed with a familiar heat and he prowled forward. You immediately began matching him step for step, staring up at him breathlessly as you backpeddled until the door hit your back, leaving you with nowhere to go when Gambit leaned in until your faces were inches apart and you could count each individual eyelash if you wanted to.
âWho says me beinâ yours has to be pretend, cherâ Gambit whispered, the way his eyes darted down to your lips every so often making your heart begin to race beneath his fingertips, a wicked smile spreading across his face as your breathing picked up in anticipation. âYou wanâ dis too, non?â Gambit asked in a low voice and you couldnât help but nod in response âunable to form any coherent words with him standing as close to you as he wasâ and, while your enthusiasm probably made you look akin to a bobble-head, you couldnât find it within yourself to care once Gambit closed the remaining distance between you and pressed his lips against yours.
what they DONT tell you about clarinets is that you have to fucking build the damn thing every single time. "what instrument do you play" fucking legos man idk
ok but like what abt the gender bent mods for the self aware rivals? would they be received worse or better than the gooner skins?
Marvel Rivals SelfâAware AU: Gender-SwapÂ
As the Presence, they knew very little about you. What they did know, however, was far more unsettlingâyou possessed a near-omnipotent hold over reality itself.
Usually, that power manifested when you seized control of their bodies, bending their movements to your will.Â
Apparently, that wasnât the only thing you could do with them.
âA beard?â Emma Frost grunted incredulously, lifting her absurdly expensive hand mirror to inspect her reflection. âAÂ beard?â
The White Queenânow, technically, the White Kingâtilted her chin, examining the sharp new angles of her face. Her pristine blonde bob was still perfectly styled, though now it curled neatly around a stronger jawline. Her leotard-like suit strained slightly against broader shoulders and newly defined muscles. Even her voice had deepened into a velvety baritoneâstill posh, still refined, still unmistakably Emma.
And, as she had so eloquently complainedâ
She had a beard.
Somehow, she seemed more offended by the facial hair than by the fact that her entire biological structure had been rewritten.
âWhatâs wrong with beards?â Tony Stark asked dryly, stroking his own with exaggerated pride. Thankfully, he remained the same genderâsomething he was insufferably smug about.
Emma snapped her mirror shut with a crisp click. âEmma Frost does not do beards, darling. Regardless of gender. My face is far too expensive to be anything less than flawlessly clean-shaven.â
She pinched the bridge of her new, sharper nose and muttered something distinctly unladylike under her breath.
âWell⊠at least I still look like myself,â Susan Storm offered with a light, slightly awkward laugh.
Her voice had deepened, though not dramatically. Her new form was still undeniably Sueâjust with a flattened chest, subtly broader shoulders, and more chiseled features. She retained her lean build, her familiar poise. If anything, she looked like a parallel-universe variant of herself.
âYou think we can find a way around this?â she asked, turning toward her husband.
Reed Richards was staring.
Not in alarm.
Not in scientific curiosity.
Just⊠staring.
âReed?â
âIâIâm sorry, Susan,â he coughed, âBut Iâm afraid thisâŠÂ predicament⊠has awakened something unexpected in me.â
âWhat?â Sue blinked.
Ben Grimm snorted, crossing his massive rocky arms. âIs it because sheâs Sue, or because sheâs a man now?â
Reed went scarlet.
âWhat are you talking about?â Susan lifted an eyebrow slowly. âReed?â
âPerhaps,â Reed began carefully, clasping his hands behind his back, âwe should postpone searching for a cure. For purely scientific research purposes, of course!â
âHey!â Johnny Storm cut in indignantly. âThatâs myâ uhââÂ
He paused mid-sentence, clearly unsure how to categorize the situation. âS-Sibling youâre talking about!â
No one acknowledged him.
Across the room, Tandy Bowen and Tyrone Johnsonâbetter known as Cloak and Daggerâwere handling things with considerably more grace.
They hadnât been spared either.
Tandyâs golden hair was shorter now, her features sharper and her frame leaner but still elegant. Tyroneâs dreads fell longer around softened features, his face now heart-shaped with wide, expressive eyes and full pink lips. The darkness still clung to himâjust⊠differently.
Tandy tilted her head, studying him before offering a sideways smile. âYou look like a lovely girl, Ty.â
Tyrone glanced down at himself, flexed his fingers once, then shrugged with composed acceptance. âThanks. Youâre a handsome fella too, Tandy.â
His voice was softer now, smootherâbut the edge remained.
While the situation was undeniably strange, they had endured enough impossible circumstances to be somewhat numb to reality rewriting itself. Dimensions folded. Gods interfered. Identities shifted.
As long as they had each other, they could endure.
âThis feels so wrongâŠâ Peter Parker muttered faintly.
His voice was lighter nowâsoft, feminineâand he stared down at his chest with an expression that bordered on existential dread.
The Presence hadnât merely adjusted him. They had transformed him into a perfect mirror of another variantâvisually identical to Spider-Gwen. The hairstyle. The build. The proportions. The whole thing.
Peter would have preferred a simple gender adjustment to this particular humiliation.Â
âYouâll get used to it, mortal,â Loki drawled lazily. Or ratherâLady Loki.
She lounged against a nearby wall, looking thoroughly entertained. If anything, she seemed to be relishing the chaos. Unlike the others, she had slipped into new pronouns effortlessly, as though this were merely a wardrobe change.
Which, for her, it practically was.
Loki was no stranger to shifting formsâmale, female, neither, both. Identity, to her, was fluid as smoke.
âOr you wonât,â she added with a smirk. âI do not particularly care.â
Peter shot her a weak glare.
Before he could muster a comeback, howeverâ
A loud whooping sound erupted across the room.
âWOOHOO! Feast your eyes upon the unparalleled beauty that is Ladypool!â
Wade Wilson leapt onto a nearby table, striking an outrageous pose.
His new female form was clad in a modified version of his suit that accentuated every dramatic curve. A long blonde ponytail flowed from beneath his mask. Even with his now saccharine, higher-pitched voice, he somehow remained just as grating as ever. Possibly more.
âWade! Get down from there right now!â Peter snapped, pointing accusingly.
âAh-ah-ah!â Wade wagged a finger. âItâs Wadelina now, Spidey-Girl.â
Peterâs eye twitched. âWade-whatever-you-think-your-name-is, get down here.â
âWadelinaâ crossed her arms indignantly. âA lady like myself deserves proper respect.â
She then proceeded to release the loudest, most uncivilized burp known to mankind.
Silence fell.
Peter bristled.
Some things, it seemed, transcended biology.
Man or womanâpersonality would always shine through.
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You were somewhere in the realm between dreams and wakefulness, lulled by sleep's softness and wrapped in the warmth of your lover's arms.
It was said lover whose voice coaxed your senses toward alertness, followed by a quiet meow and movement near the back of your head. A sleepy grumble escaped your lips as you tried to bury your face into your pillow, only to lean into something soft, fluffy, and very alive.
"Mm...Remy?" you murmured, eyes fluttering, not to be met with the ruby eyes you so adored, but with bright greens. Familiar enough to bring a tiny smile to your face, unexpected enough for you to prop yourself up, looking over your shoulder for the cajun.
You rolled onto your back to be closer, unable to help but grin as you leaned into the softness of his voice. It was true, Remy's cats were often affectionate with you, be it rubbing up to your legs when you would enter the apartment, to curling up to you while you cuddled with him, it warmed your heart to be trusted by the animals so cherished by your boyfriend.
Still, with a lover who adored physical affection as much as Remy, it sometimes proved difficult to have an additional bundle of clingy creatures, particularly now by Lucifer's displeased mewl from your movement.
"'s okay, they just like to cuddle," you mumbled, nestling closer to his chest, tucking your face into the crook of his shoulder. You were well aware of the paw mussing up your hair, as well as the additional weight that had just pounced between your tangled legs, far too content to care much.
"Yeah, well, Remy do too," he grumbled back, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, lips lazily peppering over the crown of your head. You returned the favor, placing a sleepy kiss to his throat, relishing the blissful sigh that fell from his lips. Peeking through your lashes, you savored the limited view you had of the cozy space, Figaro loafed between your thigh and Remy's knee, Oliver curled up near your feet, blankets nested around you and your lover as the temptation of sleep began to draw you in once more.
"Love you so much, Remy," you mumbled under your breath, eyes lulling shut once more as you let his embrace anchor you to the peaceful moment, soothed by his soft breath fanning over your forehead.
"Gambit love you too petit, plus que tout au monde."
The two of you fell into slumber like that; enveloped in warmth, love, and three balls of clingy affection. You knew for certain that to you, Remy was home. And as far as you were concerned, his cats were a very welcome part of that.