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[babeitaintme]

i love your aesthetics so much, it’s so comforting

this is so sweet, thank you!!

your blog is so pretty <3

[babeitaintme]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐HOTTER THAN JULY (dick grayson x fem!reader) a summer day with your boyfriend <3

this isn’t proofread because i got the idea for it while i was tanning and wrote it in <20 minutes…

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the sky was a striking blue, unaccompanied by any clouds or contrails, and the sun looked as bright as ever. you felt like you were in heaven as you lounged in your old beach chair, dressed in one of the few bikinis you owned, your skin slick with spf, and your eyes gently closed.

but this only lasted for 5 minutes.

the sun had only blessed you with its warmth and heat for only five minutes before it seemingly disappeared. your source of light was now replaced by a shadow, completely ruining your barely-started tan session. with your attempt at gaining that summertime shade now temporarily obscured, you let out a dramatic groan.

“richard grayson, you have two seconds to get out of the way or else your ass is grass.” you warn, though you’re sure the man blocking your view of the sun was far from threatened. your eyes were still shut but you could hear his hands flop to his side as he sighed in defeat, “how’d you know it was me? i didn’t even say anything!”

you open your eyes now, getting a look at your boyfriend standing in front of you. he’s wearing a pair of shorts that hang flattering around his waist with his toned body and abs, in all their glory, fully on display. you can’t help but smile at the sight. “because you’re the only one who’d think to bother me on the only sunny day of the year.” you say, trying to keep up your irritated facade despite the smile that stretches across your face.

dick chuckles at your antics before sitting down in the lawn chair directly next to yours. he stretches his arms above his head before speaking, “i figured i’d join you on your tanning adventure since i have the day off,” he takes a minute to look you up and down. “and i’d be a fool to miss seeing you in a bikini.”

you roll your eyes, feigning annoyance at his flirtation despite the heat that rises to your face. “i guess I don’t mind having you around—especially if you’re shirtless.” you shoot back. he smiles brightly in response. “although,” you pause to reach for something on the table beside your chair, “if you’re going to tan with me i expect you to wear spf.” you throw the small bottle at him and he catches it immediately. he’s quiet for a moment as he looks at the bottle in his hands.

“i’ll wear it, but only under one condition.”

your eyebrow shoots up, “and what’s that?” you know where he’s going with this. “you have to put it on for me.” he says, leaning into the space between your chairs with the bottle outstretched towards you. you wordlessly grab the bottle from his large hands and walk towards him.

you’re standing in front of him, looking slightly down at him due to the new height difference. for some reason you feel slightly bashful and dick notices, resting his hands on your waist to guide you closer to stand between his legs. his blue eyes stare up at yours and his plump lips are slightly parted as he watches you open the bottle, putting the smallest amount onto your index finger. you quickly swipe the product on his cheeks and finish with a playful “boop!” on his nose.

he boyishly smiles and blushes at this, “i knew you’d do that.”

you put more spf on the palms of your hands and begin gliding your hands across the broad expanse of his chest. his skin is hot beneath your touch and you, almost selfishly, take your time to savor the moment. his grip on your waist tightens as you work your way down to his abdomen. you continue to move slowly, not only for your own enjoyment but because you can tell his mind is already wandering.

“you’re awfully quiet for someone who usually has so much to say.” you comment, peeking through your eyelashes to meet his gaze that’s locked on your steadily moving hands. “it’s not my fault you’re being such a tease,” he says as he grabs your wrists to stop your movements.

“i’m just helping you out. ‘s wouldn’t want you to burn, baby.” you say, playfully pouting at his actions.

dick clicks his tongue in his response and momentarily releases your wrists, just to pull you down to his lap seconds after. the chair is too small for the two of you and has your legs hanging uncomfortably over the armrests, but you pay little attention to it as you bask in the warmth of your body pressed against his. wordlessly, dick rubs his hand along the plush of your thigh and rests his other on the back of your neck.

he looked into your eyes, searching for permission. you lean in slowly, his hand guiding for your face towards his as your lips met into a tentative kiss. dick, in typical dick fashion, deepens the kiss by pulling you closer and getting a soft grip on your hair. in the moment it feels as though everything else has faded around you, your tanning session long forgotten as you lose yourself in dick’s touch.

you pull away to catch your breath, “was this your plan all along?”

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YOU SHOULD LET ME LOVE YOU (jason todd x reader) my thoughts !

tw: talk of insecurities

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i’m thinking about jason todd

him and his beauty that, despite the walls he’s attempted to hide himself behind, shines brighter than a full moon. his bright, tantalizing eyes that draw you so far in you know there’s no turning back when you stare into them. beyond them lies hurt and suffering beyond compare, but not the kind that turns you away. no, the kind that makes you want to reach out for him and understand what he’s been through.

his tanned skin that’s littered with scars and blemishes. the skin he always finds himself picking at and wanting to crawl out of is the same skin you press the softest of kisses to, whispering to him that it’s a reminder of his perseverance as you do so. his dark hair that frames his face perfectly and the white streak that never seems to go away—despite the amount of times he’s tried dyeing it out of shame. its the same hair you file your fingers through with the gentlest touch at the end of a hard day.

his noticeably larger stature and build that often makes him feel as though he’s out of place or that he’s uncomfortable to be around. each time he’s wishing to god that he could just shrink away as he gets dressed in the mirror, you’re wrapping your arms around his waist from behind him and raving about how strong he is. how attractive his body is and how he makes you feel safe.

and beyond his physical traits, there’s no denying the beauty that’s deep within jason. you see it in the way he cares for others; his habit of pushing his needs to the side in order to help someone else. he looks after the people he loves to a fault. yet, you’re there to make him feel the security and love that he puts into others. jason wholeheartedly believes that he’s a burden; he feels that he’s too difficult to love and undeserving of lifelong commitment. you make it your mission to prove him wrong. you’re patient and you’re understanding. you know that his silence isn’t always a sign of indifference and that his hesitancy towards vulnerability isn’t an indicator of ingenuity. but rather a reflection of years of self-loathing and pent up emotions that he never allowed himself to feel. he lets his appreciation show through his actions because he’s afraid of using the wrong words. and you, filled with love for this broken man, understands and never judges him. you make him feel seen, understood, and worthy.

jason todd never thought of himself as beautiful, but with you in his life he learns how to everyday.

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ahhh i love him :,( i’m having a huge writer’s block right now but i needed to put these thoughts out there

[babeitaintme]

Okay just read your Bruce friend to husband pipeline Drabble and my god I love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a clumsy reader x bale!bruce Wayne, if not any Bruce will do. Maybe Bruce thinks they’re getting beat up on the way home and then reader has to explain that they just can’t walk a straight line without tripping over their own two feet?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐HEAD OVER HEELS (bruce wayne x reader) a short on how bruce would react to his love’s clumsiness <3

thank you for the compliment and your wonderful request! your support is much appreciated :) sorry this took me so long to get done, i hope you enjoy!

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it isn’t alarming at first. it’s subtle, hardly noticeable and easy to overlook. to be clear, it’s not that he doesn’t notice (trust me, he does) but he’s a rational man and knows not to jump to conclusions. at first.

the first time it strikes his interest is when you’re brushing your teeth. it’s a busy morning for the both of you, the city truly never sleeps and definitely doesn’t sleep in. you’re focused intensely on your reflection as you run the toothbrush across your teeth at a speed that would send any dentist into a cardiac arrest. bruce gives you a disapproving shake of the head and says, “you should really slow down before you give yourself gum recession” as he passes behind you, playfully nudging your elbow as he does so. much to his surprise, you let out a yelp and nearly drop your toothbrush when he does this.

“honey, is everything okay?” his tone automatically switches to a worried one as he reaches for your arm before you can give him an answer. a large, dark purple bruise that covers the surface of your elbow catches his eye. you gasp as though you’re remembering something, “oh shit! i forgot about that. accidentally slammed it against my desk when i sat down yesterday.” you chuckle softly as you tell the story to bruce. he doesn’t completely buy it but he trusts you enough to push the matter.

though there’s subtle sternness in his voice when he tells you, “be more careful next time.”

—-

the second time is barely two weeks after the elbow-toothbrushing incident.

it’s a bright, summer saturday afternoon when bruce meets you at the front door as you walk in. you were just returning from a brunch with your friends, an excited grin across your sun-kissed face as you raved to bruce about how beautiful the parisian-style cafe was. he nods for you to continue talking as he leads you to sit on the entryway bench, beginning his typical routine of helping undo the laces of your shoes (you never ask him to do this but he’s more than willing to get on his knees for you).

“—and i tried this pastry that was absolutely to die for. i thought of bringing some back for you, but”—you’re cut off by bruce tapping on your knee. “what is it, brucie?” you ask, peering down at your leg.

“i think i should be the one asking questions,” he retorts, rubbing his finger along a fresh scar that stretched horizontally across your kneecap. much like you did two weeks ago, you pause for a moment before gasping. “that old thing? i scraped my knee against an old nail that was poking out of one of the bookshelves upstairs—i meant to tell you about that actually.” you explain, biting your bottom lip slightly as you say the last part. your calm, unbothered expression is a complete opposite of bruce’s clenched jaw and concerned gaze. you sense this and immediately rest your hands on his already tense shoulders, reassuring him that “hey, i promise it didn’t hurt! it’s my fault for not having better spatial awareness.”

once again, he isn’t sold by your story and is now suspicious. but, he chooses to not vocalize his thoughts and instead places a chaste kiss on your new scar. “alright then. tell me more about this pastry.” he says, lending you his calloused hand as he leads to you the living room. you take it happily and continue your story.

they’re going to be the death of me, he thinks.

——

approximately three days after your brunch, bruce finds himself in the kitchen. he’s alone and for the first time in a while, the house feels empty. and not in any old way, but empty because you weren’t there. for some reason, unbeknownst to him, you insisted on being the one to go grocery shopping even though it was typically a job done by alfred. he was apprehensive about your sudden eagerness but couldn’t find it in himself to disagree with your excitement when you suggested the idea. instead of asking questions, he handed you his amex and told you to stay safe.

oh boy was he about to regret that.

his temporary silence is broken by the noise of the front door swinging open and items clattering against the floor. you tried your best to balance the mess off ripped paper bags and dented cans but it eventually got the best of you. you immediately shout to bruce, asking him to help.

he’s evidently on edge and concerned when he enters the foyer, rushing towards you. bruce’s hands frantically scan your entire body; he’s inspecting the array of scratches and cuts that cover you arms and face. “what in the hell happened to you? i knew i shouldn’t have let you go alone—-who did this?” his voice has dropped an octave and his tone is damn near murderous.

despite this, you begin to giggle in his face.

“calm down babe! i hate to break it to you but the perpetrator is me,” you point your fingers at yourself, “i’m afraid I still haven’t mastered the art of walking in a straight line without tripping over my own feet. i fell on my way back from trader joe’s and made a mess of our groceries for the week.”

he looks at you in pure disbelief and you wish you had a camera to capture this moment. he begins to put the pieces together in his head, remembering all the times he’s noticed your injuries previously and assumed the worst. he starts his sentence slowly, “for the past two weeks you’ve had me going mad trying to figure out what’s really been hurting you. you mean to tell me that it’s just you being a clutz?” he says.

you giggle again, “yes, handsome. you happen to be dating the clumsiest person in all of gotham” you say as you loop your arms around his neck, tugging him down into a kiss. he’s taken aback but kisses you back and you notice how gentle he is, as though you’ll break if he isn’t careful.

“you’re lucky I love you.”

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[babeitaintme]

hii, as a non book person, like, i tried. REALY TRIED. but i just couldn't! what about jason with a reader who realy wants to be into reading to talk with him about it but just can't focus on the books, maybe he read for her or something

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐A TRUTH UNIVERSALLY ACKNOWLEDGED (jason x reader) short ab a non-bookish reader :)

thank you for sending a request sweetie! as someone who loves books, this was a fun thing to write so I hope you like it <3

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YOU KNEW what you were getting yourself into the very first time you stepped foot into jason’s small apartment. as he sheepishly lead you in and made a point to tell you to ignore the mess he had left in the living room, you could only focus on the copious amount of books that filled the space. he had a bookshelf filled with thick hardbacks, a pile of crisp paperbacks on the floor beside the coffee table, one opened on its face lying precariously on the arm his sofa, and a small stack of pocket sized novels sitting on the windowsill.

“who would’ve knew that big, scary jason todd was a bookworm?” you say teasingly, getting a closer look at some of the books beside his coffee table. he scoffed, “what, are you judging me now?” you take note of the names jane austen and james patterson before flopping down on his couch. “of course not. it’s honestly endearing. i love reading.” you respond, trying to keep your tone as cool as possible.

he raises a skeptical eyebrow at you before joining you on the couch. his arms slung behind you on the back of the couch and his body is fully turned to face yours. you take in his squinted eyes and furrowed brows, he’s about to interrogate you. “you mean to tell me that you,” he points his finger at you, “find it endearing that i like to read? oh please, you were literally just complaining to me yesterday about how your new professor is your least favorite because you can’t stand having to do textbook homework and text analysis.” his voice is playfully accusatory, the faux tone making his teasing all the more stressful for you. you shoot back immediately, “that is not completely true! i’ll have you know that i do love to read. just not archaic texts from my looney professor. in fact, i just finished a book and am looking for new recommendations.”

your lie comes out smoother than you anticipated and you’re confident you’ve fooled jason. he leans back a little bit and gives you a shrug before standing up to go to his windowsil. “touché. if you really want a recommendation i think you’d like little women,” he looks back and gently tosses the book into your lap, “hopefully it isn’t too archaic for you.” he says with a teasing smirk.

—

it had been approximately two weeks since you had the book conversation with jason. little women had been haunting you for the entirety of those 14 days. the first day of the book being in your possession, you went home determined to get through at least five chapters. you cozied up with a blanket, made a warm drink, lit some candles, etc. anything you could do to make the experience doable…you sure as hell did. however, you swear louisa may alcott was haunting you from the grave because you physically could not get past the first two chapters. and it wasn’t to say that the book was bad or that you weren’t intrigued—you did your research, little women was an incredibly influential piece of work. you just couldn’t get yourself to sit and read. so, when jason began asking you questions about it that you definitely couldn’t answer, you decided to do the smartest thing you could think of. you watched the movie.

and surprisingly, it worked. he seemed satisfied with your answers and you were glad to finally be free from the looming problem of classic literature.

that was until he came by your apartment one day for dinner.

you were seated at your small dining table engaging in you guys’ typical banter when suddenly, something caught jason’s eye. it was his copy of little women sitting on your kitchen counter. “oh shit, i forgot i gave you that book. did you like it? I can recommend you some more classics if you like.” he said, nodding towards the book that may as well be the bane of your existence. your blood ran cold and you looked as though you’d seen a ghost. jason notices but decides not to question as you respond while going to grab the book, “yeah i really liked it. i think i might be too swamped with my professor’s reading to start a new one, though.”

jason is immediately skeptical now and his suspicions are confirmed when you hand him the book. he opens it and spots your pink bookmark..smack dab in between pages 5 & 6. “babe..” he says cautiously. “you didn’t read it, did you?” he asks, his voice gentle. you decide to drop the facade now, rambling anxiously, “fine, i didn’t. but you have to understand that I really did try—like a real serious attempt. I’m just not a book person, jay. i just wanted to read something you’d like so we could talk about books together”—but he cuts you off with a peck on your lips.

“you didn’t have to lie about liking reading for me, sweetheart. trust me, i appreciate your dedication but i don’t love you any less because you’re not that into books.” he says, holding your hands and guiding you towards the couch in your living room. “c’mere. since you really want to try, i’ll read to you.”

you snuggle up to him on the couch and allow him to read to you, his voice soothing and his arm that’s wrapped around you filling you with warmth & adoration. maybe books weren’t so bad.

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a little request please: friend vs boyfriend vs fiancé vs husband Bruce drabble/hc’s? like how he would be in each role & progress in a relationship- tysm!!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐TO LOVE SOMEBODY THE WAY I LOVE YOU (bruce wayne x reader) your love story♡

thank you for your request lovebug! i got carried away lol. reader’s gender is not specified but it was written partially with a fem!reader in mind. i took some creative liberty and did my best to make a mix of hc and drabble, i hope it’s okay :)

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BEFORE HE FELL; could it be love

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚BRUCE WAYNE was a man of pure mystery. an enigmatic combination of wealth, excellence, and eloquence personified. it came as a shock to everyone (including yourself) when you, the socialite known for being carefree and letting loose, found yourself in the frequently close company of bruce wayne.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚the way you guys met was something purely comical. it was in the midst of a social event you found yourself attending with a business partner of yours, a night full of networking and socializing that left you exhausted. you were reaching for your fourth champagne flute of the night when you bumped into a man whose chest felt as though it was seemingly made of bricks, sending the fizzy liquid all across the front of your dress. you two opened your mouths to apologize at the same time, talking over each other in a way that made you laugh wholeheartedly.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it was after that night that bruce learned your name and “mysteriously” appeared at the management building of the company your father owned, inviting you to coffee with him during your lunch break.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚your friendship quickly blossomed from there. you two provided a safe and judgement free place for one another. bruce relished in the way you brought out a side of him that he felt he had to keep tucked away in order to pursue his double life; you accepted him for who he was and didn’t hold him to any obscene expectation. he was just bruce. similarly, you appreciated the way bruce took you and your thoughts seriously. he was always willing to listen to you and give feedback—no matter how silly the situation may be

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚your mutualistic dynamic that relied primarily on you guys’ ability to listen to each other, met many late night conversations either at hole-in-the-wall restaurants where you wouldn’t be spotted or through phone calls whenever bruce was free

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚as friends, bruce kept the bridge between you and his secret life far and strong. not because he didn’t trust you or care about you, but because he wanted to keep both of you safe and he didn’t want your perception of him to change

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚this meant accepting that for large portions of the day you wouldn’t hear from him and learning to not ask questions when he disappears for days at a time and tiredly responds with “just a business trip” when you ask where he’s been

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚being friends with him also means becoming acquainted with alfred. after your first few visits to the manor you quickly assume the role of being alfred’s taste tester for any desserts he makes. it isn’t long before bruce begins bringing you a new tray of scones or brownies whenever he sees you, each container labeled with a sticky note from alfred (though he’d never admit it, bruce began asking alfred for the recipes of your favorites and learning to make them himself)

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚in all, bruce thoroughly enjoys having you around and although he tries his best to keep you at arms length, there’s no avoiding how naturally you fit into his life

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it’s shy of a year into your friendship that he decides there’s no avoiding the fact that he has feelings for you. and he can tell that you’re realizing something similar

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it’s in the way he catches himself staring at you in a new light as you ramble on about some gossip you heard from your secretary. all of a sudden he’s noticing the way your smile lines crinkle when you speak, the way you use your hands to emphasize your words when you’re passionate about something, the subtle redness the dresses your cheeks whenever he makes a teasing comment, or the way you smile with all of your teeth when he recalls something you’d mentioned days prior——he’s a goner!

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚the back and forth with his emotions leaves him feeling like a lovesick teenager

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it takes a month and a half before he finally confesses. it isn’t in a ceremonial manner like he feels you deserved, but instead it happens organically

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚you’re laying flush against him on the couch in front of his grand fireplace when he finds himself lost in the beauty of your face glowing in the partially lit room. the words fall out of his mouth instantly—in a speech worded so beautifully that you don’t even let him finish before you kiss to shut him up.

FALLING DEEPER; in love

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚BRUCE WAYNE is everything you’ve ever dreamed of in a boyfriend

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he was attentive, caring and did his best to make time for you two despite his busy schedule

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚100% the boyfriend who plans every date and insures you never have to worry about a single thing in preparation. he spares no expense in buying you an outfit for the occasion, picking you up in his nicest vehicle, and of course handling the hefty bill for whatever excursion you find yourself on

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he tries his best to keep your relationship out of the spotlight, but definitely doesn’t attempt to hide you. however, it doesn’t require a flashy introduction as a couple for it to become known. people talk and every member of your high society inner circle had been waiting for you two to finally figure out the obvious feelings you shared

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he’s definitely the kind of boyfriend that sends you frequent texts asking “have you ate today?” or “have you drank water today? i told you living off of coffee and energy drinks isn’t sustainable.” of course your response each time he asks is unsatisfactory so you become used to receiving deliveries of your favorite takeout to your office on busy days, a new stanley tumbler in your favorite color to encourage a higher water intake, and a fridge full of meal prep courtesy of alfred

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚i see bruce getting along perfectly in a yapper x listener bf dynamic. you love to fill him in on the whirlwind of drama that unfolds in your office and he loves nothing more than listening to your sweet voice while he works. you can’t count the amount of times you’ve been sat in his lap, going on and on about something your coworker told you, while bruce finished up paperwork at his desk. drumming his finger against your hip as he did so. you’d get bashful all of sudden, stopping to ask him if he was still listening (you never wanted to annoy him), to which he’d respond with a soft hum or “of course darling”

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚being bruce’s partner meant breaking down more of that tough exterior and seeing the side of him he felt was better kept hidden. you had already broken through as his close friend, but it becomes more apparent in your relationship. trust is something that bruce values highly in his romantic relationships. and with everything you do, even in the mundane things, bruce realizes that you’re beyond deserving of his trust and willing to be his confidant

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚because of this, it’s during this early chapter of your romance that bruce reveals his double life to you. much to his appreciation, you don’t make a fuss about it and instead confess how much it means to you that he felt comfortable sharing something of that nature with him. this of course results in a long makeout session

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚on the topic of trust and kisses, i feel that you guys wouldn’t have sex until you’re a few months into your relationship. bruce views sex with you as the ultimate display of intimacy and affection. he doesn’t want to fuck you, he wants to make love to you. his touch isn’t fast or rough, but rather slow and intentional. he wants his love for you to show through everything that he does.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚bruce is also a protective boyfriend. not in a toxic or controlling way, but in a “i just want you to be safe” way. you guys share locations, you never forget to update him whenever you go out alone or when you make it home on late nights, and he also is sure to set up your home with the best security system the city offers. he isn’t smothering you, but he couldn’t imagine you getting hurt in his absence. you don’t mind it, you can tell it’s his way of showing how much he cares

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚In all, bruce wayne is a beautiful boyfriend towards you that’s wants nothing more than what’s best for you!

A PROMISE OF FOREVER; an undeniable love

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚BRUCE WAYNE had never been more nervous in his life. and that wasn’t an exaggeration or overstatement. in fact, it may very well be an understatement

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚the usual calm and relaxed expression that graced his face whenever he was in your presence was gone. instead, it was replaced with furrowed brows and a nervous heat that rose up the back of his neck and dusted his face with a light blush. he swears he even felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he followed close behind you, his pinky finger interlinked with yours as though he was making a promise, as you led him across a beach in santorini. it was a sight to behold. your hair was blown about by the evening breeze, the hem of your dress dragging across the white sand, and your voice echoing slightly due to the emptiness of the beach (thanks to bruce pulling a few strings). you were blissfully unaware of what was about to unfold

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚suddenly, bruce stopped in his tracks. you followed suit and turned to face him with a playfully quizzical look. “what are you up to, hun?” you asked. without a word, bruce dropped to his left knee and took your hand in his.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ “For the past few years, I’ve had the honor of experiencing something I never thought life had in store for me. I’ve learned what it feels like to be truly loved, cared for, and appreciated—even during the hardest moments, when I didn’t feel worthy of it,” he pauses to take in your awestruck smile, “You’ve been my safe place, my rock, for as long as I’ve been blessed to know you. I honestly can’t imagine a world where you’re not by my side, keeping me grounded, strong, and hopeful. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, and being loved by you.” he finishes his speech with a hopeful laugh as he reaches into his pocket to pull out your ring. “so, will you marry me?”

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚you shouted yes so loud that you’re sure the entire ocean could hear you.

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH; forever in love

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚BRUCE WAYNE as your husband exceeds any and all expectations

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚shortly after your engagement you moved into his lavish manor and he wasted no time making it as welcoming as possible. ordering the skin care/hygiene items he knew you loved in bulk so that your shared bathroom was always stocked, giving you your own walk-in closet to accommodate your spending habits, and allowing you to decorate as you pleased

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚you two fell into the domestic life fairly smoothly

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it felt as though it was second nature for you two to have your lives so closely intertwined.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he’s definitely the type of husband that shows his loves through acts of service. you don’t even have to say anything before you notice the once empty bottle of your favorite perfume is replaced, or when you realize that the bookshelf in your shared bedroom is suddenly filled with the rest of a series you’d been meaning to finish. you bring it up to him and he’ll downplay it, shrugging and simply telling you that all that matters to him is that you’re happy.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it became routine for you to wake up to light kisses across your jawline before he left the warmth of your bed in the early hours of the morning, hug & kiss him goodbye before you leave to run errands around lunchtime, and share a late night dinner by candlelight when he was finally relieved from his duties

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it may not be perfect for everyone, but it worked for you two and bruce loved how perfectly things flowed with you

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚i imagine bruce to be a D1 pillow talker, especially in you guys’ honeymoon stage

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he’s looking at you with the softest expression ever as he admires your features in the moonlight shifting through the windows. you reach your hand up to caress his cheek, rubbing your thumb back and forth against his stubble. he rests his hand on top of yours before whispering, “i’m so damn glad you spilled that drink”

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feel free to leave any comments :)

[babeitaintme]

ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ a little rant,

i got such a good request last night and I’ve been working hard all morning writing up when all of a sudden tumblr crashes and reverts my draft to an earlier version. i’m trying to keep my cool but it was at least 2K words that are now down the drain :\ genuinely so upset rn. i’m gonna try my best to get it down soon though despite this huge mishap </3

[babeitaintme]

omg shut up i love your acc it’s so pretty and homey! ughh and your writing <33 can’t wait for the dick grayson fics 😽💞

oh my gosh thank you so much! this means the world to me 🤎 i was super nervous to start a writing blog so i definitely appreciate this more than you can imagine!

I plan on getting some stuff done for him soon, I’m currently having the biggest dc comic brainrot ever lol

much love <3

[babeitaintme]

heyyyy

i live for dad!arthur, so maybe you could write some hcs for him ???? 😃

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐MY LATEST GREATEST INSPIRATION (dad!arthur morgan hcs)

thank for your request! i’m also a sucker for dad arthur, i hope you enjoy some of my thoughts :)

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♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚possibly controversial, but i’ve always imagined arthur as a girl dad. in my mind, this man would be the best girl dad ever!!!

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚the type of man to 100% freak out if his baby’s first word is “dada”. he’d feel as though he’d won the lottery and definitely wouldn’t the mother live it down—ever.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚i imagine him to be the type to take his kid with him everywhere (except, obviously if it’s inherently or clearly dangerous to do so). he’d take his daughter/son on mini adventures around the woods just outside camp, introducing them to different plants and birds he’s discovered in his many years on the run

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚also the type to never come back from a trip empty handed. he saw a flower in the woods that he hasn’t yet introduced his kid to? he’s pressing it in his journal and bringing it back with him. there was a toy store in one of the wealthy towns nearby? he’s dropping whatever it takes to bring it back to his little one.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚fills his journal with sketches of them as they grow up throughout the years. next to every drawing is a note about something they did the day the sketch was made, he does this so he can always look back on it—-especially when he’s away on missions.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he also often writes in his journal about how he’s ashamed that he can’t provide his child with much financially or materially. he wants nothing but the best for his small family but he is aware of his unfortunate limitations. however, he goes above and beyond with his love and affection for them—hoping that what he can provide them with emotionally comes at least somewhat close to filling in any other gaps

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚IN SHORT, Arthur Morgan would be a damn good father and I’m extremely sad that he never got to experience building a loving family :(

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[babeitaintme]

Hi, do you think you could write something for Jason Todd x reader where the reader just feels like the ugliest person on the planet? Thanks

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐GIVE YOU MY LOVIN’ (jason todd x reader) thank you for your request beautiful ! reader is gender neutral :)

content warning: talk of insecurities

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“everything alright, babe?”

jason asked, his tone gentle yet his face filled with concern. he had just stepped out of the steaming hot shower, a towel hanging loosely from his face while he used another to dry his wet curls. it was a common routine in your home for you to do your makeup in the bathroom while jason finished showering, it saved time and you guys thrived on being able to simply enjoy each other’s presence while getting ready. however, this morning was different. your usual back and forth banter over the loudness of the showerhead was nonexistent—you remained unusually quiet. whenever you did respond to jason’s random questions or teasing remarks, it was short and lacked the typical playfulness you usually employed.

you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror with blatant disgust. all of a sudden every thing about your face just didn’t seem right. you began to pick apart your features, searching for every “imperfection” your mind could think of. shame and embarrassment swallowed you whole when you realized jason noticed how deep in thought you were—of course he noticed.

“nothing, just thinking.” you mumbled, attempting to sound as unbothered as possible. you wanted nothing more than to shrivel up in a corner right now. but jason, unsurprisingly, wasn’t going to give up that easy. he promptly dropped the towel he had been using for his hair and used his now free hands to cup your face, turning you to meet his gaze. his eyes were full of care and adoration, both of which you felt undeserving of in this moment.

“talk to me sweetheart, i can’t help you if you don’t let me in.” jason said, voice barely above a whisper. “it’s dumb,” you start to shake your head but jason gives you an unimpressed look, “fine. I just..i feel gross.” you cringe as you speak. the words barely leave your month before tears start to fall. you felt ashamed saying it out loud, even though you knew he’d never judge you—you couldn’t help but wallow in your self-pity.

jason immediately wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his embrace, pulling your head close to his chest. his hands are slowly raking through your hair as he lets you cry in his arms. “baby, you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met—inside and out,” you raise your head in an attempt to shoot down his statement, but he shushes you and pushes your head back against his chest before continuing, “and no i’m not just saying that to make you feel better.”

he drops his hands to your waist now, stretching his arms out some so that you’re now face-to-face. your face is wet with tears, your once styled hair now tussled, eyes puffy, and you’re sure you look an absolute mess but jason is looking at you as though you hung the stars in the sky. “nothing about you is gross. i understand not feeling perfect, i feel that way too sometimes, but you’re more than perfect to me.” his voice is soft and it makes your knees feel weak. his striking blue eyes loom down to your lips as he leans in to kiss you. the kiss is slow and deliberate, one that fills your chest with warmth and distracts you from the raging storm in your mind. in that moment, all you can think of is jason and the feeling of his lips against yours. after a few seconds, he pulls back to look at you once more.

“and if you don’t believe me, i’ll spend the entire morning proving it to you”

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[babeitaintme]

ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ hi guys!!

i want to do some drabbles/hcs but am currently completely lost on ideas. if you see this and are willing, asks are open so feel free to leave some requests ! i’m also 100% down to just respond to any thoughts you have about your fav characters :)

check the tags to see what i write for !

[babeitaintme]

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jason todd

living with jason todd

when you’re feeling insecure

you’re not a book person

thoughts on insecure!jason

dick grayson

“tanning” with dick grayson

bruce wayne

your love story

when you’re clumsy

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arthur morgan

arthur morgan as a dad

john marston

coming soon!

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bradley “rooster” bradshaw

coming soon!

jake “hangman” seresin

coming soon!

robert “bob” floyd

coming soon!

[babeitaintme]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐ OUR HOUSE IS A VERY FINE HOUSE (jason todd x reader) just a couple ramblings related to living with jason :) somewhat suggestive at the end?

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♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚JASON TODD was initially apprehensive of moving in with you. not because of you or because of your relationship, but because of himself. he couldn't help the guilt that ate away at him anytime he'd think about how he could be exposing you to danger by becoming so closely intertwined with your life. however, you weren't having it. with your constant reassurance and insistence on you guys new living situation being beyond ideal, jason eventually found himself settling into a life of domesticity.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ there was no denying that you were easily influenced and just as easily convinced that if someone else could do it, you can too. which is why you and your boyfriend found yourselves in a home depot on some random tuesday carefully inspecting the variety of backsplash options they offered. "babe, do we really need to do our own kitchen backsplash? I think the plain white wall is perfectly fine." jason said, raising a brow as he sifted through the options that mimicked exposed brick. you turned to him immediately, “absolutely not. i saw a girl on tiktok do it and it only took her an hour to do her whole kitchen—what do you think of cobblestone?” jason would be lying if he said he understood your ways, but he would do anything to make his girl happy.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ JASON TODD is a sucker for seeing you guys’ stuff together. there’s no denying the way his heart swells when he’s brushing his teeth in the morning and catches a glimpse of your expensive electric toothbrush next to his basic red and white one. or the way he can’t help but smile when he’s on his way out the door and sees his large boots next to your much smaller beat-up converses that he’s been meaning to replace for you. it’s all reminders to him that he belongs here, with you, by your side.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ JASON TODD is also, unashamedly, a homebody. you’ve begun to lose count of the amount of times you’ve suggested you guys go out to some restaurant or cafe for a date but somehow found yourself wrapped up in his arms on the couch. not that you’re complaining—your favorite place to be is anywhere that jason is—but it never fails to amaze you how he manages to trick you out of going out each time. your boyfriends preference for staying home becomes even more prevalent whenever you do wind up leaving the house. you’ll be seated at a table in some restaurant downtown when all of a sudden jason begins to gently tap his foot against your calf under the table or slightly squeeze your hand. you give him a playfully stern glare before you allow him to call the waiter over for the check.

in short, jason’s really a big baby that would much rather be in bed holding you tightly against his chest as he reads to you or listens to you gossip instead of being in public.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ upon officially living together, you discovered one of jason’s biggest secrets. he is a damn good cook. it was a gloomy day in the middle of one of the harshest winters you’d experienced. you woke up with a nasty cough accompanied by an even more repulsive pain in your throat. jason quickly checked your temperature, revealing an unsurprising 100°F/37°C. he immediately deemed you bed ridden and insisted on taking care of you for the entirety of your sickness. his first task was to make you a warm soup that would ease the pain in your throat. it was a simple noodle soup filled with vegetables and your choice of protein, but it was the best soup you’d ever tasted. he became bashful when you let out a groan of approval as you sipped directly from the bowl, “jay baby, this is the best thing i’ve ever put in my mouth”

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✧˚ ⋆｡˚ what fandoms do i write for ?

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✧˚ ⋆｡˚ what am i willing to write ?

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