jason todd x fem!reader summary: jason can't seem to understand why you keep talking about "your" wedding contains: fluff, established relationship, pet names word count: ~600

You and Jason laid in bed, morning light shuffling in through the blinds and illuminating the soft bedding. Jason had one arm around your waist as his head was tucked into the crook of your neck, eyes shut contentedly. Your eyes were open, staring blankly at the page of your book as you listened to Jason’s soft breathing mix with the morning birdsongs that rolled in with the light. 

“Jay?” you whispered quietly, testing to see if he was awake.

“Hm?” he grunted in reply, nose nestling further into your neck.

You kept quiet for a moment, hesitant to bring up such a topic before finally asking, “Do you ever think about what you want your wedding to be like?”

Jason was silent and you felt his arm subtly tense around you. You started to worry you had crossed some line you didn’t know existed before he replied, “What do you mean?”

“I mean like how many people, what type of cake, the venue…that stuff. How do you picture your future wedding?”

You felt Jason’s brow furrow against your skin. “I’m still confused,” he mumbled, lips brushing ur neck and placing a soft kiss there.

You pursed your lips, puzzled at how he could be confused by such a question. “What are you confused about? When I picture my wedding I know I want—”

Jason abruptly sat up straight, causing you to stop speaking and stare at him in confusion. He was really starting to freak you out.

“Why do you keep saying it like that?” he asked, looking at you with a mix of annoyance, confusion, and a hint of hurt. 

“Saying it like what?”

Jason looked away for a moment, letting the sunrays filtering in illuminate his features. His scars were highlighted and when his eyes met yours again, you could see them so clearly, their mix of green and blue capturing you before he spoke again. 

“Saying ‘your wedding’ or ‘my wedding’. Why do you keep doing that?”

“Um…” you paused, laughing nervously. “What am I supposed to say, Jay?”

“Doll,” he brought his hand up to cradle your face. “There’s not gonna be a ‘my wedding’ or a ‘your wedding’...only ‘our wedding’. I’m not getting married unless it’s to you, princess.”

“Oh.” Your face flushed and your eyes widened, a soft smile breaking out across your lips before you buried your face in Jason’s chest in embarrassment. 

Jason laughed, bringing his arms up to envelope you and leaning down to place a kiss upon your head. You were consumed by his intoxicating scent - the expensive cologne Dick had bought him for Christmas, gunpowder from last night’s patrol, your favorite shampoo he swore he never used, and the fresh smell of clean linen sheets. 

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” He smiled as you brought your head back up to meet his. Jason kissed you softly and sweetly, still sluggish from sleep. “What, were you plannin’ on marrying someone else?”

Your eyes widened as you pulled back. “No! No, of course not! I just…didn’t know if you wanted that.”

He looked at you with a gentle, lovesick expression on his face. “I never thought I did either, doll.” He paused which made your heart pick up nervously again. But he just brought his hands to yours and raised one to kiss it tenderly. “Until I met you.”

You flushed again, swatting him away playfully. “Who knew you were such a romantic, Todd?”

“Always have been,” he pulled you back into his arms. “Just hadn’t met the right girl until now.”

featuring: jason todd, wally west, dick grayson, tim drake, bruce wayne contains: fluff, crack, established relationship, basically gender neutral reader (wally says “ma’am” once), kind of suggestive (wally) a/n: me vs not making fun of bruce wayne in text fics

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 ་࿐

𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 ་࿐

𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 ་࿐

𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 ་࿐

𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 ་࿐

featuring: dick grayson, jason todd, bruce wayne, stephanie brown, wally west, diana prince warnings: suggestive (jason todd, wally west), fluff, crack a/n: cant believe this is my first time writing for women when i've BEEN gay af

𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 ་࿐

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 ་࿐

𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 ་࿐

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ་࿐

𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 ་࿐

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 ་࿐

jason todd x fem!reader summary: you finally decide to approach the cute guy you've been eyeing in the bookstore contains: fluff, meet cute, pre-relationship, nerding out over authors word count: 1k a/n: first dc fic kinda nervous

You had seen him around your local bookstore before, always in the classics section. The white streak in his hair is what caught your attention initially, that and his massive build. He must have been at least 6'2 and was always wearing a leather jacket, most of the time it was beat up and brown. You’d always wanted to talk to him, maybe ask for his number if you were brave enough, but you kept chickening out. Today was the day however. The classics section was empty except for the two of you, and you slowly shuffled over to be browsing the same shelf as him. 

Clearing your throat quietly, you asked “Big Austen fan?” while maintaining eye contact with the book you were reading. 

“Uh, I’m just getting into it, tryna find my first one,” he replied. His voice was deep and rough, and he sounded like a smoker. Not too scratchy to scare you off, but just enough to add a bit of an edge to his voice. 

“You should read Emma,” you suggested after a beat. You were facing each other now, you leaning against the shelf and him upright with a copy of Pride & Prejudice in his hands.

“Not Pride & Prejudice? That’s what I hear about the most.”

You considered this for a moment before saying, “It’s the most popular, and a good book, but I don’t think it’s the best for getting into classics. Emma is more humorous and approachable I think.” 

“Oh, this isn’t my first classic,” he said, a flush coming to cover his cheeks. You berated yourself silently in your head, you knew that he loved classics. You had literally only seen him in this section. In your defense though, he really didn’t look like the type of guy to be into classic literature.

Hoping you hadn’t offended him, you asked “Who do you read then?” 

“Hemmingway, the Brontës…I liked Alcott,” he listed. 

“Oh I love Little Women,” you smiled at the mention of the novel’s author. His face softened slightly at this. “Have you seen the 2019 movie? By Greta Girwig?”

“Uh, no, no I haven’t. I’m not a huge movie guy.” He frowned, a part of him hoping that wouldn’t turn you off of him, but you still seemed intrigued. Jason Todd had seen you around before as well and always found you cute, but he wasn’t the type of guy to just approach girls. He wasn’t as easily confident and charismatic as his brother Dick Grayson, and he harbored a lot of guilt from his time after the Lazarus Pit. 

“That’s a shame,” you said. “I love movies, it’s definitely worth watching.”

“Well I’ll have to check it out,” he added.

“Yeah,” you panicked slightly. The conversation was lulling but you weren’t sure if you were going to get another chance with him. Scrambling, you asked, “So why Austen? Your girlfriend managed to persuade you or something?” 

It was a shot in the dark but you also didn’t want to try and keep him here if he was already taken. 

He laughed lightly. “No, no girlfriend.” He looked conflicted for a moment before adding, “You?”

“Oh me? No, I don’t have a girlfriend either,” you smiled coyly.

“Boyfriend then?” he shot back.

“Nope,” your smirk was evident now and you felt more confident.

“Interesting.” 

God, did this guy not know how to hold a conversation with a woman? you thought to yourself. He wasn’t boring or uninterested by any means, but he wasn’t giving you much to work with either. Again, you found yourself blindly speaking in hopes of extending the conversation. 

“Very…” you started, adjusting your position on the bookshelf to lean a bit closer to him. “Hey, maybe you need a Jane Austen expert to talk about that book with then. You know, she’s hard to get into.” You were lying through your teeth and he knew it, Jane Austen was not a difficult author to understand by any means. All you could hope was that he took it as flirting and not you being illiterate. 

“Oh really? I wasn’t aware she was so complex,” the man smirked, thankfully catching onto your sarcasm.

“Yep, Dostoevsky really pales in comparison.” This earned you a laugh from him and you couldn’t help but smile yourself. “No, honestly, she’s a worthwhile author to get into. She’s really unique and hides a lot of her philosophy and intelligence behind romances.” 

Jason smiled again, glad to be speaking to someone who actually cares to delve into the deeper meaning behind the ink. “Sounds like you’re the expert I need then.”

“Sounds like it,” you grinned widely. 

“Any chance I could get your number then?” he asked, his voice wavering a bit with nerves. But upon seeing your face light up, he added with confidence, “For research purposes of course.”

“Of course,” you smiled and grabbed the phone from his hand. 

It was a small, outdated device that came from Wayne Industries. The screen was cracked in one corner and the case was a simple dark red. Smirking to yourself, you typed “cute girl from bookstore” as the name in the contact before adding your number. You returned the phone to him with a grin.

“Enjoy the book…”

“Jason.”

“Jason,” you repeated, the name rolling off your tongue with ease. You held out your hand and offered him your own name. His hands were warm and calloused, and much larger than your own. 

“Not ‘cute girl from bookstore’?” he teased, glancing down at the name in the contact.

“Oh well I wasn’t going to be so forward but if that’s what you think of me, then by all means,” you replied. 

Jason laughed and the sound seemed to calm your nerves. He promised to text you later as you bid goodbye, explaining that your lunch break was coming to an end. As you walked away from the book store you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

xxx-xxx-xxxx hey it’s jason what time do you get off work?

peter parker x superhero!reader summary: texts between you and peter on patrol contains: fluff, friends to lovers, reader's kinda oblivious, peter's a flirty idiot, reader's dad mentioned song rec: midnight city - m83

dick grayson x reader summary: you and dick try to decide on a movie for date night while he's out on patrol contains: fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader word count: 900 a/n: first nightwing fic dont flame me if it's bad

“How about Princess Diaries?” you asked Dick, holding the phone up to your ear with one hand as the other scrolled through Disney+.

He took a moment to reply, the sound of punches and grunts coming through the other end of the line. Barbara had set up a private comm line for the two of you to talk through when the rest of the Batfam got sick of hearing Dick complain about missing you all night. Most of the time you left him alone to focus (much to his dismay), but tonight you had very important business – movie night.

“We watched that like two weeks ago, baby.” A loud thud sounded and Dick buffered for a moment. “What about Empire Strikes Back?”

“Dick, we rewatched the entire Star Wars franchise last month. There’s only so much Mark Hamill I can take.” 

Dick gasped dramatically in disbelief, making you sigh, immediately knowing where this was going. “You take that back right now,” he said, his tone playful. 

You hummed in reply and continued to scroll through various streaming services, trying to find a movie to land on. Dick stayed quiet on the other end of the line, something that only happened when he was truly focused and you didn’t want to disturb that. You heard him briefly switch lines and mumble something to Babs about a location he needed. It was the little moments like this that you cherished most in your relationship. Dick Grayson wasn’t a subtle person, he loved loudly with all the flourish and extravagance an acrobat carried. But when he slowed down, placid and focused, it was a different type of intimacy. 

“Dick?” you whispered, afraid to disrupt the silence that had fallen over you. 

It took another moment for him to reply as you listened to the sound of his escrima sticks landing. “Yeah, baby?”

“What was that movie you said you wanted to show me the other day? The other princess one?” 

“Oh The Princess Bride? I love that movie.” You could practically hear his mood pick up. 

“Let’s watch that then,” you settled. “What time do you think you’ll be done, babe?”

“I can leave right now if you want,” he replied.

“I didn’t ask if you can leave, I asked when you’ll be done. I don’t want you to cut your patrol short for this,” you sighed. You loved Dick and you wanted him back home, but you also know he has an important duty to the city. Blüdhaven is your home, someone has to protect it no matter how badly you want to cuddle up on the couch with your boyfriend and watch cheesy movies all night. 

“I’ll head home after this next spot, how ‘bout that?” 

You smiled, and even though Dick couldn’t see you, his heart warmed at the thought of coming home to you. You agreed and the two of you fell back into that comfortable silence. Well, as silent as it could get for being on a comm line with a vigilante in one of the most crime-ridden cities. For every page of your book you turned, there was a grunt or a kick, or the occasional smashing of glass. Dick’s heavy breaths became white noise, soothing you as you awaited his return home. No matter how anxious the sound of fighting – the sound of him risking his life – made you, the sound of his soft humming reassured you that he was there. Because in a world of suffocating silence, Dick would always be there to fill it in some way or another. 

Thirty minutes later, you heard keys jingle through the phone and you smiled, looking up at the door expectantly. As it creaked open, the line cut and your boyfriend stumbled through the door. Most nights after patrol, Dick would sneak in through your bedroom window, but today he entered through the oak door with a shopping bag in one hand and keys in the other. As he set them on the table, you saw the little star keychain you had given him for your one year anniversary glint in the light. Dick looked up at you with a smile, his eyes softening under the domino mask, and you quickly got up to embrace him in a hug. You tilted your head, reaching up to peel the black mask off of his face. Dick dropped the grocery bag softly onto the carpet as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek. He kissed you softly and slowly, filled with passion that showed just how much he had missed you today. As he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours and placed one final kiss against your lips.

“What’s in the bag, handsome?” You asked slyly.

He smiled brightly at you. “Popcorn among other things. It’s movie night, baby.”

Dick left you to set up the movie while he showered and changed. When he came back, the living room was filled with blankets, pillows, and way too much junk food that Alfred would rat on him for later, but the man couldn’t be any happier. He pulled you into his arms and collapsed onto the sofa, the smell of his expensive cologne engulfing you. You tilted your head up to place a kiss along his jaw before pulling the blanket up higher, settling in against your boyfriend as the title screen of The Princess Bride appeared.

featuring: dick grayson, jason todd, bruce wayne, tim drake contains: angst, hurt no comfort, established relationship, breaking up, pet names, gender neutral reader, a lot of swearing a/n: dick's was so pathetic i lowkey started feeling bad for him while writing it

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𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 ་࿐

𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 ་࿐

𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 ་࿐

childhood best friend james potter who you didn't see much of at hogwarts. his elevated social status didn't mean he was embarrassed or "too cool" for you, but it did mean his free time was often occupied. but of course, being who he is, he always ensures the two of you go out to hogsmeade once a month to catch up.

childhood best friend james potter whose parents treated you like their own. you spent more days than you can remember helping euphemia potter bake or sitting down with tea to gossip after you had come back from summer break. effie always invited you over the day you got home, wanting all the details her son never provided. she sent you just as many letters and presents during the school year as she did james. and you would spend late nights discussing academia with fleamont or working on some crazy potion or other. james would often complain about how you spent more time with his parents than him, and they would joke about the two of you getting married, considering you were already part of the family.

childhood best friend james potter who was your first kiss. it was during a fireside game of truth or dare when you were twelve and the two of you erupted into a fit of giggles afterward. you never spoke about it again, but neither of you forgot the electric feeling that surged through you during the moment.

childhood best friend james potter who broke your heart every time he told you about lily evans. you spent years listening to his love-struck rants about the redhead, and you spent an embarrassing amount of time comparing yourself to her. it was subconscious and you couldn't help it, you were so young when james first told you about her. as much as you loved your best friend, you couldn't help but be a little bit relieved at every failed attempt to win her heart.

childhood best friend james potter who had always flirted with you and called you nicknames since you were kids. he had picked up "love" and "sweetheart" from his parents and naturally projected it onto his relationship with you, not seeing the romantic implications until he was older and by that time he was far too used to it to stop.

childhood best friend james potter who got jealous when you and sirius starting getting close. he had initially been thrilled to have his own brother, seeing as he grew up an only child, and it wasn't like the two of you had never met before. but he didn't anticipate that his summer nights once spent whispering secrets and making inside jokes with you would be replaced by group campfires and watching sirius shamelessly flirt with you. lily always seemed to escape his mind when he was with you, except for when he attempted to get you jealous by talking about her, which only backfired.

childhood best friend james potter who kissed you on new year's eve. he proposed it as a joke, but both of you knew that you wanted it more than anything. minutes before midnight he approached you on the terrace of his absurdly large house and asked if you would be his kiss at midnight. he had frowned slightly when you brought up the question of lily, mistaking it for you turning him down, but when you agreed he lit up like the fireworks in the sky. that night he had kissed you with more passion than you had ever experienced before, like he knew he might only have one chance and he wanted to make the most of it. the two of you had just stared at each other afterward, trying to silently communicate your feelings because you were too afraid that the words would ruin your friendship.

childhood best friend james potter who confessed his love for you after he got sick of hearing about the guy you were talking to. it was selfish, but he had spent too long pretending not to love you to care. you had asked him about lily, to which he said that he had never understood the difference between a school crush and a life-long love until now. he isn't the type of person to just admit his feelings and expect you to immediately have him either, he knew he had to earn your love (just as his mother had taught him). so after that night he brought you flowers each day and took you on dates before finally asking you to be his partner with a bouquet and chocolates in hand.

childhood best friend james potter who proposed to you in the same treehouse you had played in together every day as kids. a blanket laid out with food and candles, making it look like just a romantic picnic date until he had got on one knee and begun the most touching speech you have ever heard in your life. he spent the days after parading you around and calling everyone the two of you knew to brag about he fact that he got to be yours for the rest of his life.

childhood best friend james potter who knew you better than anyone and never stopped trying to earn your love, even well after you had begun a family together.