honeybeemelon

[honeybeemelon]

just fell in love with your blog AND your writing oh my. your fics make me feel like i just got flowers from my dream guy i'm giggling... moots ?!

omg this is so sweet AND YES DUH OFC WE CAN BE MOOTS YAYYYYY 🩷🩷🩷

[honeybeemelon]

k. ft. wally west

“𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄.”

wally waited for you eager and expectant, he'd practically been counting down the seconds until you'd come back home to him and he made it his mission to go all out for when you'd return - he even left flowers by the door incase you got home before him, but thankfully when you came he was right there.

"wally?" you called out, kicking off your shoes in a lazy motion. maybe he wasn't home yet.

"you're back!" he lifted you up and twirled you around in one swift motion with a bright smile, before setting you back on your feet and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"hello to you too, wally." you giggled, returning the embrace and letting him lead you to the living room where you could finally have your well deserved rest.

you and wally laid an intertwined mess of limbs and cushions on the sofa, his arms wound around you tight with a python-like grip. you were only gone a few days and wally had acted like it'd been months, given it was in his nature to be impatient anyways. since you came back home his arms hadn't left you for more than a minute.

"wally, i need to get up." you huffed from beneath his hold, but wally resisted by cradling you even tighter. his arms rested comfortably around your waist, his head weighing down on top of your stomach as you ran your fingertips through locks of vibrant red.

"five more minutes, babe." wally murmured tugging you further down to rest his head on your chest instead, peppering kisses over your collarbone. the two of you had been apart for too long, way too long for him to let another second go by without you next to him. "haven't seen you in ages."

"i'm going to starve if you don't get off of me." you squirmed at the ticklish feeling of his lips against your collarbone, attempting to pry his head away in retaliation but he only held you tighter to his chest.

"i'm going to starve of affection if you leave me." he whined, pressing his lips against the crook of your neck.

"wally." you spoke warningly, but several kisses up your neck later and you had given in, letting him scoop your face in his hands and kiss you into something sweet and mushy.

"i missed you, hon," he hummed soft against your lips, affection bleeding through in his thumbs brushing your cheeks.

"clearly." you snorted, as if it wasn't blatantly clear in the way he refused to leave your side. "i missed you too, wally." you returned, leaning up to catch his lips in another kiss.

u can interpret as coming back from ur job or maybe ur vigilante or smth cool idk,, notice how i only ever write about kissing wally 😋 it still sickens me to write about it but yeah I HOPE U ENJOYED IT THO YAYYYYY TY FOR READING sorry its kind of short <//3

also random but did u know my yearbook quote was from young justice,, obviously no one got it but i was so happy anyways

[honeybeemelon]

imgonnagetyouback ft. jason todd

(exes remix)

“𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄..”

seeing you at that bar was like torture - no - it was torture. it wasn't like it had came out of nowhere, the two of you had crashed and burned and that was it. it should've been it, but it wasn't and it couldn't be. especially not when you looked like that, standing there just as beautiful as the day he left you - since then, you'd remained at the forefront of his mind and nothing else. he couldn't understand himself and how he'd managed to throw away something so good.

you felt the weight of his eyes on you, even if years had passed the way his stare lingered was burnt into your skull and practically ingrained in your memory. since he left, you made a point about telling your friends you hated him, chanting it like a mantra to anyone who'd listen - but if you were being honest with yourself, you still loved him all the same.

you weren't dense, you knew he still wanted you and you wondered when he'd finally come clean about it. you had half the mind to key his bike for just looking at you that way, if he even still owned it. in your own defense, you were on a date so now wasn't the time to be rekindling old flames. especially not jason. so what if you were wearing the outfit he liked? they were your clothes first.

even so, like second nature you found your eyes moving towards jasons. you saw that smug glint in his eye that made you think twice about who you were on a date with, the silent whisper of pride marking his face like he had caught his bait. you debated smiling back, if it was worth risking everything you had built up for yourself since leaving gotham behind - leaving him behind.

"you look nice." jason hummed noncommittally, taking the seat next to where you were standing. that was supposed to be your date's seat, but okay then.

you knew the price of entertaining this, speaking to him again would only end up in ashes and flames. still, you smiled amused from beneath your glass you really shouldn't have but you did.

"something funny?" he spoke, raising his brows as a fond smirk took over his face.

you shook your head before turning to face him. "just surprised to see you, is all." you muttered as if you didn't care, like you weren't just as infatuated as he was.

"that a bad thing?" he asked, taking in your reaction but he only saw the same curious glint in your eyes that he had. he could nearly hear the whispers in your eyes through the noise of the bar, daring him to stay a little longer. he couldn't keep his distance even if he tried to.

"i haven't decided yet." you shrugged, placing back down your glass on the table and finally sitting down. he looked at you like he knew a secret, as if he had the upper hand. "i'm on a date, y'know?" you added, spying his reaction.

"at a bar?" he huffed, smile growing as he shook his head. even if you had somebody else now, jason found it hard to care - he knew he was leaving here with you, even if you were with someone else. he wasn't letting you go, not like last time.

"keep laughing, jason." you rolled your eyes at him playfully, it was nearly as if nothing had changed. your feelings had barely changed either, no matter how hard you tried to change them. and in all honesty, you were sure the guy you came here with was long gone.

"you could do better than this." he quipped, albeit subtly. still, his words caught your attention.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"well, you know what they say, bygones will be bygones." jason quipped, shifting his seat inwards and much closer to you so that his knees were pressed right up against yours.

"meaning you?" you hummed, you wanted to curse him out for this, making bad decisions hadn't been your thing for years but seeing him tonight had you thinking twice. like, maybe, one bad choice wouldn't hurt tonight - enough time had passed anyways, so maybe it was time to start something new.

"hopefully - i miss you, y'know." he admitted. jason hadn't really dated a lot since you, and if he ever did they all looked like you. in his mind he still belonged to you, and, even if you weren't his anymore, he'd spend his whole life searching for you in somebody else.

"jay.." you sighed, meeting his gaze. he still loved you, you were sure of it but what frustrated you was how long it took for him to realise. you wanted comfort in your relationship, not turbulence. as hard you tried to be you were no different, your date looked like a cheap version of jason and so had your other dates but none of them ever measured up to the real thing.

"i mean it." jason murmured, seafoam eyes meeting yours. "i was stupid before."

"how do i know you're not still the same?" you spoke sceptical, you'd been through this with him more than once.

"let me prove it to you." you expected to see that same glint of mischief in his eyes, but you saw something completely brand new - as if the two of you had pressed the reset button. you should've above taking your ex back by now, but you weren't.

"okay."

when you left gotham, you swore to yourself that you wouldn't do this again. but there you were, leaning against his bike like nothing had changed with his lips pressed right up against yours and jason knew he had you back.

“..𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄.”

this song is a bangerrr yayy also forgive me if its not that good longer fics r not my forte,, two jason fics in a row yayyy i promise wally fic is nextt ALSOOO 108 FRIENDS YIPPEE TY🩷🩷🐝 feel free to leave requests or prompts in my asks im very happy to write them🙂‍↕️🐝

ALSO SORRY FOR NO POST YESTERDAY <//3 i really want to write for damian so thatll be after wally fic 😛

[honeybeemelon]

sweet avenue ft. jason todd

“𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄.”

jason todd didn't know how to be soft for anyone anymore - since the pit, he'd approached life with aggression and brute force. it was what worked for him, what everyone said he was. as far as he knew, his life had never belonged to him. not as red hood, and definitely not as robin. life was something bitter, something he had to fight for over and over again, something he had to survive.

he doubted whether or not he was that deserving of it or if it was just something handed to him, stale scraps of existence that he had to be grateful for. it wasn't new to him, he'd learnt to live life firm years ago.

but now he wondered if he was capable of being soft, he'd like to think he was. part of him doubted it whether or not it was alright to bring his guard down, especially not so soon.

sometimes the world got too loud, even for someone who walked through life as loudly as jason did - he'd find himself moving through patrol sluggish, the sound of bullets whizzing past him in a metal blur, fizzing like static on an old tv. on nights like these, the burden of living such a rough life came crashing down on him. on nights like these, he found himself wandering down to your avenue - home.

"jason?" you'd murmur, letting him inside.

"i'm fine, promise - just needed to see you."

"okay." you never questioned him. he didn't have to fight to exist around you, you let him learn to be soft around you. you patched him up, and for the first time in his 'life' he finally felt alive.

meeting you he realised that, to some, softness came like second nature all because he saw it in you. it wasn't like him to be gentle in the first place, but he found himself swapping out guns for groceries and unearthed flowers instead of knives. none of it was intentional in the slightest, it was just what you deserved.

he picked you flowers straight from the ground, in his hands they seemed to wilt and wither away but when you wrapped your hands around him, he saw the way the flowers bloomed. he knew what it was like, to see the sun and feel it in its wholeness.

before, the closest thing he felt to warmth in his chest was the burn of cigarette smoke in his lungs. he still felt that burn in his chest, on the nights where he held you against his chest. thinking back, he would have fled by now - the moment he felt that unfamiliar warmth in his chest leaving him all choked up, he'd run to breathe out.

now he breathed you in on hot nights, like a real living body. he didn't run back to the cold beneath the dirt, he bloomed above it and he felt the sun all over. on your avenue life tasted so much sweeter, not like survival but a gift - like he deserved it.

only thing ive been diagnosed with is an acute sense of on-that-grind-itis no fever is stopping my grind bro ANYWAYS i love jason yayyyy cute cute cute i felt like this song was very him

also im so flattered people like my writing also like i reread the replies and reblogs people r so nice and cute YAYYYAAYAY 😊🤭🩷🐝 this fic is VERY VERY shorrt cuz im working on another jason fic right now yay and wally fic

OKAU HOPE U LIKE IT BYE YAYYA

[honeybeemelon]

what love will do to you ft. tim drake

“𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.”

tim was screwed, that much was clear to him. he could barely function regularly, let alone on patrols without the image of you sending him into a love struck daze. he’d even resorted to online web forums to ask for help, or some sort of answer as to why he was acting like this - stupid. he spent hours wasting away just thinking about being with you and the thought drove him mad. 

he was sickly in love with you. what were once productive hours had now become him unable to even focus on his case file for more than ten minutes, checking his phone every other minute to see if you had messaged him at all - if you did message him, he’d set anything and everything aside to talk to you and it showed; he was suddenly running late on deadlines, in cases he was missing little details that should’ve been obvious to him. he was bordering madness.

you hadn't even been dating for over a month, but he was completely smitten with you and he had no clue how to handle it. you'd asked him to go see a movie with you, of course he said yes despite seeing that movie a hundred times over - he didn't mind it at all, he’d take any chance to be around you. hell, you even called him on patrol and he picked up mid-fight.

“hello?”

“hey, are you busy right now?” you asked, hearing grunts and clashing noises. you weren't sure when he started or ended patrol, but you wanted to see him. lately, you hadn't spent that much time together at all thanks to all his cases.

“i, uh, no- i’m not busy, why?” he was actually busy fighting off a random group of thugs, but for you that could wait. besides, he hadn't seen you in a few days.

“yeah, sort of, i was wondering if you wanted to come over?” you hummed, there was a little crashing noise and a loud groan. “tim..? y'know if you're busy i can always call back-”

“what? no, i'm not busy,” he cut you off abruptly, “why, is there something wrong?”

“nothings wrong, i just wanted to see you is all - is that okay?” you asked, but his sudden silence had you reconsidering if it really was okay. tim remained dumbstruck by your words, mostly by the fact you had asked to spend time with him; not to do anything, but to just spend time together.

“yeah, that's okay - i'll be there soon, promise.” he uttered before hanging up the call, and finishing off the last of the thugs.

“i'm leaving patrol early, i just remembered i have something to do.” tim spoke over comms, much to his siblings annoyance. patrol was almost over anyways, ten minutes wouldn't hurt anyone

“seriously?” one of them complained. yet tim found that he couldn't care less, usually he was the one working patrol down to the last minute, but now that he had you time was just another expense he was willing to pay - especially if it meant being around you.

there was a knock at your window, opening your curtain and undoing the latch you let him inside. he had tried to hurry, but he was still a minute late - nearly seven if he added it all up. he crept in, trying to be mindful of your desk and the various trinkets you had scattered across it.

“hi,” he muttered breathless, cheeks growing hot when he saw your face. “sorry i took so long.” he added apologetic, a hand on the back of his head as he stood in front of you stiff with a pounding heart. he wasn't quite sure where to look or how to act around you.

“honestly, you came a little earlier than i expected.” you spoke, as if it weren't obvious enough. you were still in your pyjamas, and looked less than presentable - you were still in the early stages of your relationship, so of course you wanted tim to see you at your best; but you felt comfortable being around him like this, being yourself.

“you look really nice today.” he complimented with a bashful look in his eyes, bringing his hands back down to his side. you really did, even if you hadn't done anything 'special' with your appearance like you might've for a date you still managed to leave him at a loss for words.

“really?” you asked, a little surprised.

“yeah, really.” he nodded, fondness creeping into his gaze. your own expression seemed to mirror his as you stared back up at him, before your gaze flitted towards his lips for a brief moment. even after dating for a few weeks, you hadn't kissed yet - at least not on the lips yet. maybe that would happen today, you thought..

just as you leant in a little closer, tim felt his hands begin to grow clammy and hot, a rush of red rising up to his cheeks. “do you think i could get a drink? my throat feels really dry.” he spoke abrupt, in a moment of panic, right before you could lean into him any further. he wanted to kiss you, but right now he was on the brink of losing his mind - he wouldn't know what to do if you had kissed him then and there.

“i- yeah, i'll get it for you.” you sighed with a nod, feeling a little disappointed by his inadvertent rejection as you walked over to the sink to grab him a drink, tim following close behind you and uttering a small thanks.

“so,” he murmured, his gaze turning anywhere but you. fortunately, his heart wasn't beating so hard anymore but unfortunately he was made acutely aware of the fact he had practically rejected you - he felt a pang of guilt in his chest acknowledging it. “anything interesting happen?”

“not unless you find a nine to five exciting.” you shrugged, handing him the cold glass. he wished you would tell him about it, he found everything about you impressive. “did you do anything interesting on patrol?”

he thought back to how he had left his siblings alone to deal with the rest of the night, he was definitely getting an earful when he got back.

“no, i guess not.” he doubled down. this wasn't going half as well as he hoped it would, he was a mess and you were clearly upset - he doubted you even wanted him here anymore. maybe he was being stupid, he should just go for it. he saw how your fingertips twitched, the spark in your eye when you two were about to kiss.

“are you okay?” you furrowed your brows, taking note of his very intense look.

“no- yes? i don't know.” he stumbled over his words, before drawing a hand over his face. “i just don't think i'm doing this right.” he definitely wasn't, not when he saw your face fall suddenly.

“as in..?” you trailed off, if he wanted to break up then you were okay with it. not really. especially not so soon, but maybe you were jumping to conclusions; but it was hard not to when he had that look on his face.

“as in our relationship.” tim had just confirmed your worst fears, and your facial expression soured in hurt. way to be blunt with it.

“are you breaking up with me?” you were really, really confused and even more upset than you were confused. he wasn't even looking you in the eye.

“what? no!” he quickly dismissed, feeling even more panicked, almost knocking over the glass and wincing when he looked up at your face.

“so you're not happy with me..?” you asked, maybe he felt like you were moving too fast? but you had been treading so carefully, that wouldn't even make sense either.

“no, you're perfect - of course i'm happy with you, i just want to be perfect for you.” he confessed, turning to look at you with a conflicted expression. it made a lot more sense now, with all the overcompensating.

“tim, you don't have to be perfect for me - i don't think anyone is.” you reassured, voice soft as you placed your hand over his. “besides, i already love you as you are.” you added.

tim felt that same tingly feeling splay across his chest, his cheeks heating with a red tinge as he looked back at you. “right. so we're okay now?” he asked, still a little unsure.

“definitely.” you nodded with a warm smile and tim felt his nerves ease.

“in that case, can i kiss you?” his free hand reaching up to cup the side of your face, and you melted like putty in his hands.

“please.” you breathed, and his lips finally slotted against yours in a sweet kiss.

bro my fever is destroying me i cant go on like this bro </3 i can barely write i fell asleep like three times writing this SO ANNOYING but whatever smh i probs wont post for another two days tho ugh😓🥀 sorry if ooc i really hope it isnt

im working on a jason fic and also wally fic so expect those later next week yayyyy hopefully my fever calms down so i can post everyday again😛😛 I HOPE U ENJOYEDDDD YAYYY and also over 2500 likes total IS SO COOOL TYSM YAY

[honeybeemelon]

from the start ft. wally west

“𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎?”

wally adored you, disgustingly so and he was determined to let it be known - cupid had done a number on him and it showed. it wasn't like you weren't aware of this though, it wasn't really something he tried to hide either.

he constantly went out of his way to impress you, with gifts or small acts of love. he'd tell you about phenylethylamine, how it was all to do with falling in love and how it was found in chocolate, then proceeded to gift you chocolates the very next day, he even called you cheesy pet names over your actual name.

in spite of his efforts, his relationship with you still remained stagnant. no matter how hard he tried to show his love for you, crypticly or clearly, you somehow always managed to find an excuse for it; going as far as lumping his actions in with all of the other friendly gestures towards you. you must've known he liked you, he saw it in your face, the bashful smiles you gave and the shy look of hesitance in your eyes.

he'd asked you if you liked him before, and you said yes! sort of. well, not absolutely but it had been a start. “so, what do you think of me?” he asked, in the least casual manner, a hand resting on the back on his neck as he looked to you curious, he had given you flowers - red roses of all flowers, was there anything clearer than that?

“i mean, i like you but doesn't everyone?” you had responded, but by everyone you had meant yourself. it wasn't like you didn't have feelings for him but wally was a nice person - if anything, it was harder to find someone who didn't like him than did, including your own friends.

evidence of wally accessorised every waking hour of your life, from the small lightning themed trinkets you kept, to the polaroids on your wall it was hard to deny that you did adore him, very much. whenever you thought about it, a flutter of butterflies seemed to whirl around in your stomach and you felt queasy all over again.

but to you, it was much easier to push your feelings down and accept he was just friendly than consider going down that road. the possibilty of your feelings being unrequited terrified you like nothing else. “these are really nice though, how'd you know that i liked these? you're a great friend for doing all this, wally.”

calling him friend was a polite way of rejecting him, he thought. after too many advances leaving him more dejected than the last, wally was starting to reconsider whether or not you actually liked him at all; maybe you liked someone else, the thought of that alone caused a burning pain in his chest.

you noticed, of course you did - whilst laying around in your bed, you caught sight of the roses he got, which you noticed were wilting now; usually he'd get you new flowers before something like that could happen. he hadn't even texted you in.. three days! the chocolates had stopped coming too and wally didn't seem nearly as animated as he usually was.

you stared up at your ceiling, before letting out a groan. maybe it was time to get it off your chest after all.

soon enough, you found yourself at his doorstep. “wally?” you called out, seeing him peek through the window before hearing a very loud crash following behind the loud thud of footsteps. looking a little more than dishelved, he answered the door with a wide grin not too as if he were the human equivalent of a golden retriever.

you would've guessed he was asleep from the look of it, if not for the presence of chocolate around his mouth. “you've got a little something there..” you motioned towards the corner of his mouth.

“what? oh, yeah,” he disappeared around the corner for a split second, coming back with a clean face and an even giddier smile if that was possible and also gelled hair..?

“hey,” wally attempted to speak cooly, though he couldn't quite hide his excitement. usually it was him coming over to see you, but this time you had come to him, which had to mean something, right? maybe he shouldn't have eaten the chocolates he got for you today but, in his defense, he was eating his feelings.

“hi,” you responded with a shy smile, now feeling a lot more apprehensive about your decision to come see him - maybe you could just go home, about forget this and make another excuse.

“so, did you need something, babe?” he asked, raising his eyebrows high as if it would somehow convince you to say yes.

“yeah, i-” you started.

but you were immediately cut off by wally eyeing the small bag in your hand with intrigue, most likely noticing the chocolates poking out. “are those for me?” he looked between you and the bag, a look of genuine surprise passing his face when you nodded in response.

“yeah, you always get them for me so i thought it'd be nice if i returned the favour.” you explained, awkwardly holding out the bag to him which he very gladly accepted. now you were worrying about whether he got the message.

“no way- y'know what this means, sweets?” the nickname was tooth-achingly sweet on his tongue.

“that you really like chocolate..?” you guessed, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“that, and i'm pretty sure you're saying you love me.” he corrected, smile bright as he observed your surprised expression. your throat tightened and you felt that queasy feeling rise up from you gut, but this time it didn't feel so bad.

“you could've waited for me to say it, you know that?” you spoke stubborn, but a smile painted the canvas of your lips instead.

“and wait a lifetime for you to tell me? besides, i knew you loved me from the start.” wally quipped, practically beaming at you. “by the way, i love you too.”

“of course.” you huffed, rolling your eyes with a grin. but he wasn't too far off - you had loved him, since the beginning.

“𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎��� 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓.”

the people (me) yearn for laufeys new album so im writing this to cope <//3 and also because i love wally YAYYYY also what instrument do u think wally would play i really want to write about him being in a band so very badly

i was listening to kali uchis and i cried yesterday shes so good what the freak bro ALSO i think im coming down w something so there may be no fic tmr sorry <//3

OKAY THATS ALL SEE YOU BYE😋😋

[honeybeemelon]

nothing ft. jason todd

“𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐈’𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?”

two pairs of shoes sat slumped against the walls of your new apartment - black worn out leather boots dwarfed your own shoes, which sat quaint next to his. if jason bought anything, it'd always be for two - like now, how he came bearing snacks and mugs; well the matching mugs were really dick's idea. the scent of home wafted around your living room, making itself familiar with every unfamiliar crevice to kiss them with dust.

the tv illuminated the near-empty room, save for your figure laying sloth across the sofa trying to figure out what movie to watch. he shuffled towards the kitchen quietly, before coming around to collapse beside you. your home was painted in different shades of you and jason, from the sofa you had picked out to the kitchenware he had chosen, and it was all so painstakingly you.

“hey.” he murmured soft, shifting closer to you, hand gently nudging your head down to rest on his shoulder. “what're we watching?” eyes flitting towards the bright screen.

“trying to figure that out myself, actually,” your lips pursing as you compared the movies available to you. maybe you could watch the notebook again, last time the two of you watched it you caught a single tear falling from jason's eyes.

“why don't you just pick that one?” he asked, nodding his head towards some random hallmark movie.

“because this our first movie in our new place - it should be special.” you contended, a slight pout of frustration making its way onto your face.

“mhm.” he agreed absentmindedly, going along with whatever you were saying. jason wasn't too concerned about the movie you'd end up watching tonight, not because he didn't care but because to him anything with you was special.

“you're not worried about this at all?” you questioned, you didn't expect him to be as concerned as you were, to be honest, jason was the more level-headed out of the two of you anyways.

“i dunno, i just think this is pretty special.” domestic was more the word for it - there was something special to him about doing menial acts of labour at home with you, whether it was carrying moving boxes, doing dishes or just sitting around like you were right now - to him, there was nothing like doing nothing with you.

“you're so sappy, jay.” you teased, raising a fingertip to probe at his cheek which he retaliated by tugging your hand to kiss the palm of your hand.

“right, i'm the sappy one. weren't you just picking out a 'special' movie?” he derided, causing you to huff in amusement.

“i'm sentimental - there's a difference; and don't think i didn't see those matching mugs.” you retorted, bringing his arm back to wrap around you.

“yeah, yeah, whatever - they were dick's idea.” he attempted to justify - he couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face, like this was everything he'd ever needed.

“what?” you quizzed, spying the look of content on his face.

“nothing.” he murmured, tugging you closer.

“𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.”

sorry for no fic yesterday i had to go to war ( a dinner) but i hope u like this YAYYAA i love domesticity so much yayyayaay this is really short though </3 also the tim fic i started is literally rotting in my drafts send help

totally unrelated but i love mugs so much i think theyre so fun

THATS ALL BYE HOPE U ENJOYED IT 😛😛🩷

[honeybeemelon]

hey girl , I js read your jt fresh out the slammer fic, and I wanted to say your writing is gorgeous. like the fluff??, so pretty and pink and ughh. also, I litterally forgot popsicle was a word.. yeah no. ice lolly and mr whippy's ftw 😙

!! this is so lovely im going to cry,, thats like exactly what i want my writing to emulate ur such a cutie for saying this tysm omg🩷💗🩷 seriously aaaaaa and like yes mr whippy's foreverrr 😋

[honeybeemelon]

damian x reader who is secretly doing crime against their will (blackmail, being controlled, literally can't control themselves), but doesn't/can't tell him for obvious reasons.

angst🔪 -> fluff 💕

false god ft. damian wayne

(song request)

“𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃.”

damian trusted you more than anyone, and you knew him better than anyone else on the planet. that was the only easy thing about what you did, and you hated yourself for it. if it were up to you, you'd be a regular person, not a criminal, but it wasn't up to you to defy fate. this was your legacy.

to him you were soft and untouched by the rest of the world. you wondered if he'd still think the same of you if he knew your hands were soiled by the blood of others - if he'd still touch you like you were the most fragile thing in the world.

but you weren't - you couldn't afford to be, you were an assassin and in this life that was you'd ever amount to. you wished you were as free as damian was, to put this kind of life behind you but you had no choice. if you had ever refused it would endanger everyone you knew and loved, including him.

the corporation you were born into had already been running for years, slipping right under the bats nose. an insurmountable force, ruling with terror and an iron fist and to them you were a puppet that followed with blind faith.

at this point, you'd already been killing for years. tonight was the same as usual, like routine, you had put on your uniform and were already running around gotham. everything was going smoothly so far, your target was already halfway dead. but that was up until you saw him. damian. he was in his robin gear, probably here to stop you.

you knew how and when to run, it was what you'd been doing your whole life. even so, you found yourself frozen into place like a deer in headlights. that had given him the advantage, of course, and soon iron was hitting iron with his blade barely missing you, just skimming your cheek near enough to draw blood.

“what was that?” you heard from his comms.

only that had snapped you out of it, kicking him in his shoulder with enough force to send him back. he told you how he’d sprained it recently, so maybe that would buy you enough time to escape.

“robin, do you copy?” you heard faintly as his comms went off.

the two of you might've been wearing masks, yet the look you shared told a lot more than you wished it did. you felt sick, abusing what you knew to hurt him. damian didn't fight dirty like you did, he fought with honour and from the looks of it you had none.

“.. copy. it was nothing.” he answered with a hand holding his shoulder, watching as you slipped out of reach.

your heart was thumping in your chest so loudly you could hear it in your ears, and your breath was unsteady. if you weren't running around killing people behind damian's back then none of this was a problem, but he saw you yesterday and now you were at his house acting like nothing was wrong at all.

you still had some time before damian came out of the shower, so you took that to your advantage and made your way downstairs to the cave so you could whether or not that interaction had cost you.

a nauseous feeling swept over you when you looked up at the batcomputer, they were building a file on you. you were so convinced you were being careful- you had done everything in your power to make sure of that.

if your bosses realised you were the one compromising them, they'd have your head on a stick. so you deleted it all, the entire file.

“beloved?” damian called out.

you made your way out of the cave and into the kitchen, attempting to feign cluelessness.

“what are you doing here?” he murmured curious, his hands finding their place on your hips as pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“i think got lost on my way to your room.” you lied, turning around to face him with a tight-lipped smile.

“you never get lost.” damian knew this, you'd never gotten lost before - you knew the manor too well to get lost now.

“i know, i just took a wrong turn.” you hummed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. he hadn’t said a thing, only nodding before the two of you made your way up to his room.

his hand reached up to thumb your cheek, right next to your plaster. “what's this?” where he cut you the other night, but he didn't know that yet.

“it’s nothing, don’t worry.” you reassured him, leaning into his palm. usually, he would’ve pressed on about it like he did whenever you were sick or hurt but today he was oddly quiet.

“just be more careful.” he grunted, cupping your face and kissing over the top your plaster. typical of him to put your own safety above his own, considering his arm was probably burning in pain. as much as you wanted to enjoy his company, you knew it’d be stupid to think this would last.

“i will, i promise dami.” another lie, but that was the most careful thing you could do right now. you brought your head back down to rest on his shoulders, but immediately raised it when you heard him wince.

“are you okay?”

“i'm fine, i just.. last night, on patrol, we were investigating an underground group and i did something irrational.” damian sighed, sitting up slightly. “i saw one of their people and i didn't even say anything.” he admitted, a faraway look in his eyes.

“i couldn't.” he added, raising his head to meet your eyes. he didn't understand it himself, he should've apprehended them the moment he spotted them but he didn't. he lied. in that split second of eye contact he saw himself in them - being a machine, being controlled.

that corporation hired children as young as he had been, so he imagined that person was probably around his age too. “it's only one person, dami,” you comforted, reaching over to his clenched fist, which opened for you to thread your fingers with his.

“it isn't just that, they knew me - they knew me well enough to hurt me in places where i wasn't as efficient.” he grumbled, laying back down on the pillow and letting go of your hand. how could he have let someone like that slip through his fingers? he would know.

“it could've been a coincidence? you shouldn't worry about it that much, besides you're just as capable of making mistakes as anyone else.” you desperately wanted to change the topic to anything else, just something that didn't involve you.

“what about this aren't you understanding? they knew who i was.” damian exclaimed, narrowing his eyes at you. the two of you hadn't ever argued before this, ever. not even once.

“maybe i should go home.” you muttered, as if you had a real one. regret filled his face and he immediately doubled down but you were already gone and slipped away.

you were convinced karma was real because it was coming at you full force in the form of damian wayne. he was right there, standing by your target who was currently bound by rope and looking around frantic and disoriented.

“you should let me put him out of his misery.” you spoke bluntly, making your way towards him. you put on a brave face, but deep down you were terrified.

“i'm not fighting you, just tell me how you know me first.” how you wanted to tell him so badly.

“and spoil the fun? i don't think so,” you taunted, bracing yourself to fight him. he watched as you got into stance, but he wasn't here to hurt you. he didn't want to. “or i could just kill you instead - two birds with one stone.”

he narrowed his eyes, “you're bluffing.” of course you were bluffing. you'd rather yourself die a million times over before even thinking about killing damian but that didn't matter.

“am i?” you tilted your head, before launching your fist towards him. you might've been quick, but damian was skilled - sweeping your feet from right beneath you, sending you towards the ground with a grunt and he made sure to bury the tip of his sword right beside your neck before you could get up. the impact of your fall had broken off piece of your mask, revealing the round of your cheek.

“i'm not going to fight you, no matter how hard you try.” he repeated, shifting his blade closer. he squinted ever so slightly, spying the plaster on your cheek. he recognised it but he couldn't remember how.

“i wish i could say the same to you.” raising your head away from his blade, you tried to figure out a way to get out of here.

your hand wandered to your side, reaching for one of your punch daggers. you wouldn't kill him, but you'd make sure this was the last time your paths crossed like this. before you could strike him in the leg, his foot pressed down on your wrist and you had to bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from screaming.

“what are you doing?” you hissed in pain, your grip on the dagger faltering. “get off of me.” you seethed, glaring right back up at him.

“not until you tell me who you are.” he pressed on, adding more pressure to your wrist - at this rate he was going to shatter it completely. your heart was beating out of your chest, if your wrist broke how would you even lie about that? he'd know.

“damian- robin, please, you're hurting me.” you breathed out, you knew that slip up would cost you. again, that look of recognition flickered in both your eyes and he hesitated, foot lifting from your wrist. that was where he knew the plaster from.

just like that, you had slipped away again - but this time, he knew who you were. what you were.

“i need to see you.”

the words lit up your screen like something spectral, and just like that the doomsday clock started. damian would be here any minute. you'd been warned about times like this, getting lost and ending up too close to the sun. it hadn't even been a day since you and damian's argument, if you could call it that. you wondered if it was over now, maybe you'd spend the rest of your life rotting in arkham paying for your sins.

as expected, he arrived at your window only moments later. in spite of your own judgement, you opened it for him. without hesitance he crept inside, though he didn't quite meet your eyes this time around.

“you tried to kill me.” he muttered bluntly. it was easier to stomach his harsh tone of voice when he was wearing his costume since you could separate the two, but you couldn't do that anymore - not when you were watching the words pour straight out of his mouth.

“you knew i wasn't going to-” you insisted, you considered reaching for his hand but you decided against it. things couldn't go back to the way they were, not after what you had done. it was the truth, if you didn't love him you would've killed him.

“what difference does that make?” muted green eyes met yours, his eyelids heavy with grief.

“beloved, why didn't you just tell me?” he couldn't hate you, not a single bit. he knew that kind of life better than anyone, let alone you - he was hurt because he expected you to trust him, trust him enough to tell him.

“i'm sorry, dami, i know should've told you the truth.” you uttered, your breath shaky.

your whole body was sore, but the only thing that was really hurting was your heart. “i didn't want you to hate me,” you confessed, shame pooling up in your eyes. “not for something out of my control.”

“how could i hate you for it when i've done so much worse?” his voice low, hurt and confused. “i love you, that isn't going to change no matter what you do.” he reaffirmed.

you nearly flinched when his hands reached out towards you, but he only brought you close and held you, lips pressed to your temple. he knew, he still held you like you were delicate, like you were the most fragile thing in the world. “i love you too.”

“𝐖𝐄’𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃.”

try not to mention forehead kisses mission impossible bro </3 IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG BUT I HOPE U LIKED IT YAYAYYAYA🩷🩷🐝 he is aged up like usual

i feel so cool writing my first request ellelele i somehow forgot to mention it but batfam takes down the corporation and you are free obvi

[honeybeemelon]

live reaction to me getting 1000 likes total

i’m so happy yayyyyyy ty for liking my posts 🩷🐝 i’m still writing that request and i’m busy tomorrow so i’ll try come up with something😇😇😇🩷🩷🩷🐝🐝

OKSY BYEEE

[honeybeemelon]

kingston ft. damian wayne

“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆.”

damian didn't like you at all - he despised and detested you.

his hatred for you had first started when you begun to appear in his dreams, before meeting you he had only ever had nightmares. he told himself it was fine, they kept him alert and on his toes - having lived a life like his own, he knew there was no time for daydreams and he didn't need them anyways.

and yet he remained trapped in reverie, an endless cycle of daydreams of you. in his dreams, you were the cure to his broken edges. you wore down his sharp edges, straightening out the corners he had left scarred and jagged.

on some nights he found himself waking up in a cold sweat, and on nights like those he would walk down to the cave and he'd raise his blade up and down until his arms were sore and his blade was dull. since you appeared in his dreams, he found his peace in the thought of you.

you were a weakness - anything that made him soft was. every single word you said made him feel faint, it made his stomach twist and it took his breath away and bled right up to his chest. he had swallowed ounces of poisons, yet none sickened him quite like you did.

the thought of you made him unsteady, all the skills he had prided himself upon disappeared. on patrol he stumbled, his grapple wouldn't land where he wanted it to go, he couldn't speak properly, he lost every sparring match and for the first time in his life he felt fear.

in every corner of his life he saw your face. whether it was scribbled into the margins of his journal in ink or he had seen you outside, you were there, taunting him. he was no longer in control and part of that scared him - the part where he didn't mind it at all, where he would gladly give you everything he had and more.

soon, scribbles became sketches and he found himself writing down every single dream of you he had to remember them all. he didn't want to forget the feeling anymore, or push it away - instead, he accepted this weakness with grace. he embraced it, even. he learnt to love the softness and to revel in it. his usually sharp motions were fluid now, cruel remarks became kind ones and for the first time in his life he felt change.

you were his strength. each dream he had was a testament to that, the fact he had begun sleeping soundly at night. he wasn’t afraid anymore, he was brave - every night, he fought harder in patrol because he knew you were the one he was going to be dreaming of.

damian didn't like you at all - he loved and adored you more than anything in the world.

im working on a request and its taking me longer than expected so have this whilst u wait </33

KIND OF RANDOM BUT DAMIAN REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF EBENEZER SCROOGE HELLO?? diabolic comparison but i hope u see it like pre haunting scrooge,, pls tell me u see it

im kind of obsessed with writing him to cute songs like yes love that for u

also i’m really flattered people seemed to like my other fic like i am blushing stop it i can literally feel my heart swelling with joy,, i always feel so queasy after posting so it’s nice to see people being kind😭 ANYWAYS YAY YIPEEEEE i really like writing for damian 🩷🩷🐝🐝 no dialogue because i am tired but i hope u liked it and he is aged up like before

[honeybeemelon]

damian post coming out tomorrow as soon as i wake up

[honeybeemelon]

romeo ft. wally west

(highschool remix)

“𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎, 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅!”

wally west was most certainly your romeo, not particularly in the way that you were star-crossed lovers but in the way the two of you were doomed - well, at least you thought so.

somehow wally west had weasled his way into your drama club and, much to your dismay, sped his way into the role of romeo in your upcoming performance. he was very against the idea of letting anyone that wasn't him kiss you (but you didn't need to know that).

but if you were being blunt, he completely sucked at this. one second he was spitting out lines like he was shakespeare himself and the next he was fumbling and could barely remember his lines.

“did you even try reading the script last night?” you huffed.

“no, but it’s cool, i skimmed it before i got here- it'll be fine babe.” pressing a kiss to your cheek as he attempted to reassure you but you weren't buying a single bit of it.

'it'll be fine' he said, when it was in fact not fine- not fine at all.

right now, you were stuck at scene 5, in act 1 of all places - one that, coincidentally, required him to kiss you. part of you thought he was failing it on purpose.

but, hey, it wasn't his fault you looked so good! he already loved you a lot, and you looked even nicer in your pretty costume so much so that it was distracting him, not like he was that worried - he knew his lines already, sort of, he'd be fine.

“then have my lips, the sin they took,” you spoke, looking towards wally expectantly. this must've been your fifth rehearsal of this scene in a single day, no thanks to wally.

“mhm.” wally nodded, a thoughtless curve across his lips and a smitten look in his eyes. you were nearing hysterics.

“i said, then have my lips, the sin they took,” you repeated firmly, raising a brow at him.

he looked at you confused, before realising where he was. “oh right,” he spoke, before brushing back his hair and fixing his face. “thou art definitely the fairest babe in all of verona.”

“wally!” you groaned, bringing a hand to your forehead. you could've passed as a shakespearean maiden with your face full of anguish and a hand draped across your forehead so dramatically .

“what?!” he was near certain that was the right line or, well, the right way to describe you anyways. definitely the fairest maiden he'd ever seen.

“alright, it's getting late so we'll have to wrap up practise here today - learn your lines wallace, good job everyone else.” your drama teacher announced.

the play was tomorrow and, from the sound of it, wally didn't know a single line past the first two scenes. he was hopeless.

“not so fast, wally, you're learning this script whether you like it or not.” you grumbled, with him only putting his hands up in resignation.

“how do you remember the periodic table but you can't remember one simple line?!” you practically yelled in exasperation.

you'd been going over this scene for what felt like centuries and at this rate you were beginning to question whether verona would still exist by the time he learnt the script.

“c'mon, babe, give me on more chance to get it right - please?” he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes, clasping his hands together. “if i get it wrong again, i swear i'll make it up to you - whatever you want.”

you looked at him slightly unconvinced before you relented.

“fine.”

“o, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” he hummed, green eyes gleaming with mischief and you looked at him confused but followed on nonetheless.

“saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.” you recited, watching as a hand moved to cradle your face. there must’ve been something in the air tonight because you felt how deeply your stomach coiled in anticipation.

now you were asking yourself, what was rule one of drama club again? right, backstage romances were a very, very bad idea. still, you found yourself going against your better judgement and had indulged in the forbidden fruit. like right now, you and wally were going over act 1 again but your progress had been stagnant and, from the looks of it, it would be for a while.

“then move not while my prayer's effect i take.” he spoke quick, lips smushing against yours. he didn't have to kiss you, not outside of rehearsals at least, but you let him anyways. this time you noticed his lips were warm and soft, half-convinced he had put on chapstick before this.

"thus from my lips," he kissed you again. that absolutely was not part of the script, but you weren’t complaining a single bit.

“by thine,” he kissed you once more, a little deeper. your lips were swollen.

“my sin is purged.” and he kissed you a final time, this time only a small peck against your neck.

now it was your turn to be dazed and dumbfounded. “then have my lips, the sin they took.” you murmured, feeling him tug at the hem of your sweater and you paused, opening your eyes. you might've been kiss drunk right now but you weren't stupid, he was totally clueless.

“seriously wally?”

“i promise i'll get it right tomorrow, we just got a little caught up today - it’s cool!” he attempted to reassure you, but you only shot back a glare in response.

“get out.”

you had wasted the entirety of your practise kissing, and the play was tomorrow. you were truly, seriously and indefinitely screwed and it was all your fault.

now, it was performance day and you were a nervous wreck, you were practically sweating buckets.. sure, you knew all of your lines but wally still had no clue and it didn’t help that you, the one tasked with helping him, had completely blacked out and had wasted time that could’ve been spent being productive instead.

“then move not while my prayer's effect i take” you were too distracted to focus on the kiss, too busy you wishing your own prayers would take effect and wally would magically remember his lines.

“thus by your lips, by thine, my sin is purged.” it was so far so good, but you wondered how long it would take for him to screw up your performance.

“then have my lips, the sin they took,” you were trying your best to safe face, but you couldn't help the apprehensive look in your eyes - your drama teacher was going to eat you alive after this, that was certain.

“sin from my lips? o trespass sweetly urg’d i give me my sin again.” wally delivered his lines in practised confidence, grinning right back at your once fretful visage. he actually remembered, like seriously. you could cry in relief right about now.

finally, the play was over and you had so many questions - before you could ask them your drama teacher approached the two of you, a beaming smile on his face.

“good job wally, how’d you learn your lines so fast?” your teacher asked, clearly impressed. you, on the other hand, were completely bamboozled; how had he learnt them overnight?

“oh, i had a really good teacher.” he replied, shooting you a knowing wink.

that smug idiot knew his lines the entire time.

YIPPEEE DOUBLE POST TODAY YAYYYY

it makes me so nervous to write a kiss scene let alone a makeout or whatever this is,, sick to my stomach whilst writing this dude </3 but do u guys like the little lego wally i added to the dividers i feel like hes so adorable i kind of want to add their lego vers to all of them

ALSOO kind of random but i named it remix instead of au cuz i feel like that fits my theme like yayyy sort of really cute,, next fic will most likely be a damian one i will try post it tmr if not then late on wednesday

[honeybeemelon]

fresh out the slammer ft. jason todd

“𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑, 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎...”

from the very moment he had clawed his way out of the pit, you had been the first thought on jason's mind - he knew that you were the first person he wanted to see, more than anything in the world. in arkham it was cold and every part of his body burned with a bitter ache, it ached, and it ached, for home - for you.

the metallic taste of blood rolled around in his mouth, and it reminded him of you. the promises made, sealed with the clasp of imaginary rings.

in your dreams you saw it, the last summer you ever spent with him, those playground days back when you were still naive enough to hope that life had so much more in store for the two of you.

“when you come back from your mission, who's going to be your first call?” you asked him, ice lolly in hand as sticky syrup dripped down your chin in the sweltering heat.

“you.” he replied with not an ounce of doubt in his words.

“really? what why not batman?” raising the back of your hand to wipe your chin, though it only seemed to caused more mess.

“batman isn't you.” he muttered, raising his hand to your face to cup wipe off the syrup. you smiled.

you were only kids but you remembered how warm it felt around him, smiles stretched so hard it burned into your cheeks. he'd always ran hot, but the warmth you felt right then and there was different - the type that burned you inside out, flames licking at some untouched corner of your heart. now, the memories came back to you like thunder in a summer storm and you spent those nights wishing to go back to the starting line.

still, you told yourself it would be alright, you did your time in those solitary years spent handcuffed to your grief.

like clockwork, every night you found yourself running back to that headstone wishing you could say all the things you would've said if he was still here, now that you knew better.

grey and blue was the colour of his face, the winter still splintered and bit at his nose as he stood still as a corpse. the wing had burnt down with him that night, but he still remembered his time in the slammer - when the clown was gone, how he'd tilt his head sideways, and he'd look between that tear in the wall for just one moment of sunshine and it was like seeing your face for the first time all over again.

but he told himself it would be alright, he did his time. finally, he was running back home to you.

“you're still my first call.” you read, you could practically hear his voice in your head.

when you got the letter, your friends tried to convince you but you wouldn't hear it so they watched as you disappeared, you had to at least see and who else besides jason knew that? in your hands optimism was like a pen and you were hopeful that it would write the answer to your grief.

so you followed wherever that letter told you to go, finding yourself at the park where you used to sit on children's swings that were much too small for your teenaged selves. where he first gave you that imaginary ring.

and there he was. you saw that familiar tuft of curly black hair, there was a single streak of white dragged down the front of it, something you hadn't seen before. burn marks and scars blemished his visage, but his face was a map you had travelled a thousand times over, a line ran over his nose where freckles used to be accompanied by a bump that hadn't been there before and opal eyes more sunken then they had been the last time you saw him.

even so, you knew that was the jason you knew, your robin, jason todd. sat in the exact same place you remembered him to be in. the streetlight flickered and you felt hot again when your eyes caught his.

jason thought he'd know what to say when he saw you, he'd been planning it since he got out, since he put pen to paper. but, right now, seeing you so much more mature than he remembered and so.. grown, he didn't know what to say.

he didn't have to.

“jay.” you breathed out, you didn't have to question whether or not it was him. you were finally back at the starting line. there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes when he heard your voice, and his shoulders fell in relief.

“you got my letter.” he muttered, rubbing his hands on his jeans before standing up to his full height. he had changed so much more than you had expected.

“yeah i did.” you smiled until your cheeks ached, that frostbitten corner of your heart finally defrosting as he drew close to you.

looking at you he recalled all those painful nights and how the thought of you had kept him going, which all felt worth it when he got to wrap his arms around you.

“fuck, i missed you so much.” he murmured soft, nose buried in your hair as he held you close in large hands, with a touch so gentle he must've thought you were breakable.

“me too, more than you know.” you laughed a little, blinking back tears of relief as you clung onto him tight.

there was no way you'd let him go now that you knew what was at stake, you'd make sure of never losing him again. and for once you finally believed it - that it would be alright because jason todd was the one you were running back home to.

“...𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.”

sorry my british is showing 'ice lolly', popsicle will never ever feel right to me </3 SORRY FOR NO TIM TODAYY i got excited when i heard this song and i had to write about jason cuz hes so tortured poets aaaaaaaa also not me making jason say a cheeky word hehe

writing kissing scenes is killing me omg,, if i get through it maybe the wally fic will come out today too

ANYWAYS YAY YAY YIPEE I HOPE U LIKED IT🩷🩷🐝

[honeybeemelon]

gold rush ft. dick grayson

“𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇.”

gleaming, twinkling lights flooded every corner of the gala to highlight the extravagant custom dresses and tailored suits that littered the room. you’d think the fact you were invited to the event would be a comfort, yet you couldn’t help but feel like a fish out of water, your throat was uncomfortably dry and your eyes remained fixed on the heady beverage in your flute. at least your coworkers looked like they were having fun.

speaking of work, you were on thin ice, you recalled your boss scolding you this morning - he told you honesty didn't sell, not in your industry. if you wanted to make any money, then gossip was what people wanted to hear about. not the state gothams worst streets were in, or how the average person had been or almost had been mugged.

your outfit wasn’t anything grand, just a clothing item you had pulled from your closet at the last second seeing as it was the most formal thing you owned. at the time of your decision it seemed like a fitting choice for the event but right now? you only felt severely underdressed, like a nobody in a room full of someone’s, somebodies and something important.

and then there was dick grayson- the son of bruce wayne, who entered the room like an answered prayer; a miracle. if you hadn’t already known who he was you would’ve asked someone for his name, he was impossible not to notice from the way he strode so confidently and so sure of himself. 

it filled you with envy to see him, from every movement he made was polished and practised, he moved across the floor with grace and, in a similar manner of grace, raven hair effortlessly fell into place and framed golden skin, ocean blue eyes twinkling with the same charm his fathers possessed, he was a walking legacy in itself.

around him, everyone else in the room was like an audience and he was the final act - you were no less susceptible to his glamour as everyone else was, as much as you’d like to deny it. you couldn’t help the way your stare lingered, wondering what it must be like to grow up that beautiful, dreaming up all of the lives he must’ve lived and all the stories he had to share. a complete juxtaposition to the dead horse you called your career, but maybe this invitation was the miracle you had been waiting for after all.

you remembered your own awe when he had padded across the glittering floors towards you, how time seemed to move in slow motion, bright eyes illuminating a dark place in your heart that hadn’t been touched in years, the dizzying flush that rose to your head when he had asked you for your name - he was curious about you, of all people, the measly journalist from gotham who had been lucky enough to be invited last minute.

still, ever the contrarian, you refused to fall for the honey trap that was dick grayson. the wealthy talked, and rumours flew; whispers of how he shared the same likeness to mr. wayne regarding his promiscuity though you didn't believe a word of it, but as much as you would’ve liked to get to know dick grayson it just wasn't worth the risk, another heartbreak wasn’t something you could fathom - you had an aversion to trouble and from what you knew, dick grayson was trouble. at least that was what you told yourself before you said yes to him buying you a drink.

he was exactly as you had imagined, confident, charming and all other words his name most probably sat under in the dictionary.

maybe you had too much to drink or maybe he really did have spells in his eyes, but you found yourself nodding your head dumbly when he asked you to dance, listening to him rambling on about it being his favourite song, and taking his hand and following him down towards the dance floor.

“seriously, how have i never seen you before?” he murmured dangerously close to your ear, one hand resting on your lower back with the other holding your free hand. his voice alone disarmed the walls you had worked so hard to build and you were weak, so incredibly weak.

“well, i’m not exactly a regular at events like these,” you hummed a little self depreciating, letting him tug you closer to his chest against your better judgement.

“not like you.” you added, peering up at him from beneath your lashes now just as curious as he had been. he returned the glance, though he was much less cautious than you.

“yeah.” he nodded, visibly stiffening at your words, and you could feel him tensing beneath your grip and there was a distance in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place despite him maintaining that rehearsed, tight-lipped smile you'd grown to recognise.

dick grayson was a lot more different to what you had expected, that was for sure. not in a bad way, but in the way he wasn’t myth or a legend but maybe just as average as you were - maybe you were completely wrong about him and all the fantasies you had dreamt up about him in your mind.

“i’m sorry, that was presumptuous- i shouldn't have said that.” you doubled down on your words, catching his fallen expression. it wasn’t like you had known him personally, you had no clue who he was outside of the rumours and overlaps between business and gossip.

“it’s fine, everybody talks, even journalists - i’m more surprised you didn’t assume worse.” he chuckled, easing up again as he looked down at you.

“if it makes you feel any better, i don't believe a word of it.” you admitted, meeting twinkling eyes which seemed to cast that same cerulean haze on you once more. “you just seemed like.. a myth, y'know?”

dick raised a brow at your words, before a smile stretched across his lips and whisker dimples indented his cheeks, “what, you don’t think i’m real?” he teased as the two of you swayed to the music, which seemed to be getting slower and slower with every song.

“not like that,” you huffed a smile, “you're just very popular - i was beginning to doubt if you were real or a fairytale journalists made up.” you added. he nodded, his grin growing toothy and amused.

“i mean, honestly, i get that a lot.. fairytale prince, legend, etcetera- what else?” he gloated, an elvish grin plastered on his face once more.

shaking your head, you looked up at him amused with an arched brow, “i think dork is pretty fitting.” you quipped, diverting your gaze when you heard him gasp in mock offense.

“you're hurting me, pretty,” though his words didn't quite match his expression, as he looked over you with what could be described as pure fascination and possibly child-like wonder.

your face was the complete opposite as your smile fell and you felt that familiar tingle in your cheeks, the wobbly increase of your heart rate as your knees weakened, it was a feeling you knew all too well - you were falling apart like putty in his hands and you hated it.

“can i?-”

before you listen to what he had to say, a brunette woman, in a dress much prettier than your outfit, approached the two of your with a keen grin and look of familiarity. you knew her too, not personally, but her face had been plastered on billboards across gotham - even your coworker had written an article about her.

“dick grayson, is that you? i haven't seen you in ages.” she near squealed, cutting between you two and wrapping her arms around him, stepping on your foot in the process. “you haven't called me in days.”

days? you thought as you watched her hug him, in fact she looked incredibly cozy hugging him and you looked like an idiot. this was the bone crush all the anticipation had building up to and now it was weighing in on you like a ton of bricks. you felt the lump build up in your throat as you watched and it was your own fault, you knew better.

she stared at you pointedly and scrutinising, taking in your appearance. “who's this?”

“oh, this is-” dick started, but you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“nobody important,” you interrupted with a polite smile, before excusing yourself, walking away from the two. you'd been through this before, you weren't about to shrink yourself down in a place you clearly didn't fit in. maybe you could wash down that lump in your throat with a drink, or two. maybe three.

you weren't going to over dick grayson at all, but you were close to crying because you had way too much of those free little umbrella drinks at the bar, spilt one on yourself, bumped into someone on your way to the bathroom, come to find the women's bathroom was completely out of order.

the taxi your boss called ditched last minute, leaving you to freeze out in the rain and just when thing's couldn't get worse you caught a glimpse of the redheaded woman kissing dick, even worse you locked eyes with him.

everybody wanted him and you hated it, and yet you still wondered what it’d be like to love him.

the enchantment had in fact worn off once the clock hit twelve and your fairytale night seemed to end as soon as it had begun, and now you stood rinsed out by the rain. you had no clue what you were going to write tomorrow either, considering you'd spent the majority of the night with dick, much too distracted by gold skin and perfectly styled raven hair to care at the time.

surely there was no way to make this night worse? wrong. very wrong. if there was one thing you had learnt tonight you knew that so long as dick grayson was around, trouble was sure to follow. even outside the moonlight fell around his head like a halo, like he really was an angel, and you hated him for it.

“you're staring.” you spoke blunt, looking right back at him soaked and miserable. you couldn't even tell what he was thinking, but it felt like he was laughing at you, inwardly at least.

“you look like a mess.” he smiled, though there wasn't a hint of mockery in his voice. still, you were confused, what reason was there to smile. was he proud of himself or something?

“and that's funny to you?” you croaked, watching as he took a step forward towards you.

he shuffled to stand next to you, almost tripping over his own feet movements which were a lot less graceful than what they had been before. “i never said that.” he shook his head, taking a seat beside you.

“so, why are we standing here?” he hummed, observing your clear state of disarray, not too far from resembling a wet dog.

“i'm standing here because i’m stranded, why are you sitting here?” you eyed him sceptically.

“you mean aside from the fact i basically live here?”

right, you nearly forgot who he was for a moment. sort of embarrassing. whatever. “obviously, dick, i mean why are you stood next to me? shouldn't you, like, be with your girlfriend right now?”

he had broken down and tore through your walls with a single slow dance, doing it with embarrassingly quick wit and sure you weren’t blaming him but you definitely wanted to. “she looked like she missed you a whole lot, you should call her.” you added with a distance in your eyes.

“i'm sorry, my what?” dick repeated, a little perplexed, like he had just found he had a girlfriend too.

“your girlfriend.” you repeated to him.

“she's not my girlfriend, you know? she's an old.. friend.” he explained hesitantly, clearly not the most fond of her.

“you were kissing. do you casually kiss your friends now too, casanova?” you scoffed, murmuring the last part a little lower.

“she kissed my cheek, it's a friendly gesture.” dick frowned, and he looked genuinely hurt that you thought so little of him. “i didn’t think she’d just shove you aside.”

“well she did, so now what?” you muttered, your voice a little lower now.

“maybe give me a chance and not run away, unless you really don't want to see me again.” he suggested.

“no, of course i want to see you again.” you sighed, your guilty conscious now coming on full force. “i'm sorry, dick, i’m just afraid.”

“i figured you were.” he hummed, before sending you a smile so bright it practically burnt away all the doubt that had been eating up at you the entire night.

“you should really take my jacket though, you'll catch a cold like that.” he added, peeling off his blazer to set it on your shoulders.

“thanks,” you murmured, offering him a faint smile - dick grayson was a lot different to what you expected, he was even better than; you finally understood the gold rush hysteria surrounding him, not because he was attractive but because he was good.

getting up and off his feet to offer you a hand, “so, did you want a ride home?” he asked, ocean blue eyes looking into yours and you felt like you might've sunk and drowned in them.

“yeah, i’d like that a lot.” you answered, taking his hand, and there it was again - the feeling of your knees barely holding their own weight and the dumb smile on your face.

“i’m sorry if i made you miss your chance to get a big scoop.” dick spoke apologetically, making you smile in amusement.

“don’t be- this was way better.” you huffed a smile, “besides, my job is crappy anyways.”

“well i have to go now, early night and all.” he mentioned, hands stuffed inside his pockets as his gaze flitted between the two of you.

“alright, well, don’t let me keep you out too long then cinderella.” you hummed, fishing your keys out of your bag.

“right, i should go then.” he said, though it sounded like an option rather than he didn't make any move to leave.

“can i-” he started, but you interrupted him before he could finish.

“kiss me? yes.” you answered, a little too eager.

“i was going to ask for your number but that might be even better.” he chuckled, drawing a hand out of his pockets to cup your face - soft lips pressing against yours in the sweetest way.

and you swore you saw that charmed look his eyes again, gleaming, twinkling so brightly and inviting you could've fallen all over again.

it was safe to say you'd be writing a piece on the wayne gala tomorrow.

this is very romcom-y i think, also not sure how to feel about it considering i don’t think i’m good at writing any dick grayson😭💔 BUT ITS A LONGER FIC SO YIPPEE,, tim or wally fic tmr YAYYY also i really wanna write a jason todd fic so expect that sometime next week

its actually killing me how long this fic is,, if i had a penny for every time this fic said dick,, it was supposed to be short omg

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