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[rfrealitea]

Hi Tea! Do you accept requests here or are you still doing requests from your old tumblr? Cause I've been itching to send a request for you!

Hello, dear. Yes, I do accept requests here and I actually have one that I received recently. It’s still in the works at the moment but it should be posted sometime this week or on Monday. I’m also doing the requests I received from my old tumblr and will be posting them here as soon as I’m done writing them so if you have a request, do send it in and I’ll try my hardest to fulfill!

[rfrealitea]

Talk to me

It was all over my twitter and I just love Damian so much and that’s probably one of the things i love the most out of the prelude because Damian Wayne and his character development. Also, this was just an excuse to write some Mama Bat x Damian Wayne. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: It all comes down to this one question: “will you have more children?”

Pairing: Mama Bat x Damian Wayne

Note: 1.1k words; no one requested this but I wanted to write it for myself. This was not proof-read by the way. I’d like to think of Mama Bat as a person who has had a somewhat hard time growing up and she’s closest with Dinah and Diana.

“Bye, Y/N!” Dinah calls out from the limousine and you smile, waving your hand at the two closest women you consider your friends: Dinah and Diana. “Try to not stumble into any more trouble!” She cackles and you chuckle, nodding your head. You stayed there by the door and waited until the limousine pulled away to walk inside the manor.

Or at least, you attempted to. You are too tipsy to actually walk in a straight line and on top of that, you also had to balance yourself – your heels suddenly became too high and unstable for you – and you know you should probably take off your heels at some point, before you actually fall and break some part of yourself. “I knew I should have stopped at the second glass.” You murmur under your breath as you struggle to pull off your heels with one hand. Why did you think listening to Diana and Dinah were a good idea? They were certainly able to hold their liquor while you, on the other hand, only normally drink two glasses at most.

Your “Bride-To-Be” sash slips down your body, almost causing you to trip over one of your heels and you pad over to the closest room and almost startled yourself to death especially when someone called out your name.

“Ms. Y/N.”

That is when you realize that Damian is sitting on the sofa that is facing the fireplace. You must have been too occupied with your remaining heel and trying to stay upright that you had not realize he was there. “Damian?” You squint your eyes and nod to yourself – judging from the small stature and hair, it is definitely Damian. You briefly remembered Bruce telling you about Dick and Clark bringing him out for his Bachelor’s party. “Why aren’t you in bed? Or at least keeping the neighbourhood safe with Jon?”

“I have some questions for you.” Damian crosses his arms as he stares intently at the blazing fire. He thought he could at least sleep it off but after an hour of restlessly tossing and turning on the bed, Damian knew he had to at least address this issue to someone and you seem like the best person he can talk to. “First, I wonder if you have any idea why it is that my grandfather knew about your engagement to my father? And second, are you and my father planning on having children?”

His questions somewhat sobered you up slightly. You take off the sash and place the bag of presents you had received from the girls who attended your Bachelorette party earlier on the side table and shake off your heel. Walking over to the sofa, you take a seat beside Damian, curling your legs to your chest, making sure to leave a little bit of space in between the two of you.

“To answer your questions, number one, that is very concerning. I have very little and next to no idea how your grandfather is aware but that is something I will probably have to talk about with your father.” You tilt your head, staring at Damian’s profile. There is still a very stern expression on his face and he glances at you. You give him a small smile. “Number two, is this really a conversation I need to have with you?”

He frowns at you, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Please.”

The smile on your face grew slightly bigger and you sigh, turning to look at the fire instead of Damian’s face. “Your father and I have only talked about this briefly but I think I should tell you too.” The smile drops from your face. “I actually can’t have any children of my own – I had an accident before I met your father and because of that, the chances of having children of my own are very minimum.” You explain, shivering slightly when you remember that incident.

“That still doesn’t answer my question.” Damian points out, uncrossing his arms and dropping them to his sides. He wonders what sort of accident you had been in before but perhaps, that is something he can either ask you or save for another day.

You chuckle, turning to look back at Damian. “To be very honest, I don’t think we will be having children. I have come to terms that I am not able to give birth and to get pregnant and it works out quite well, doesn’t it? Besides, I don’t think I’ll be lucky enough to have another Damian Wayne.” You tell him earnestly. “I honestly don’t think I could raise someone to be better than me or your father.”

Damian leans forward before turning his entire body to face you. “…Are you serious?”

You nod your head. “Very.” You curl your hair behind your ear. “In a way, Bruce has given me something I have always wanted – a family of my own. I honestly have come to see each and every one of you as my own even if I wasn’t there from the very beginning.” You place your hand beside Damian’s and he continues to stare at you. “You don’t have to call me ‘mom’ or ‘mother’ – I’m fine with being called ‘Y/N’. I do not crave anyone who will fix me, just someone who will hold my hand while I fix myself. But if you have my back, then I’ll promise I’ll have yours forever. How about that?”

Damian raises an eyebrow and chuckles under his breath, smirking at you. He places his hand on top of yours, squeezing it lightly. “Sounds like a very good deal.”

You let out a small yawn, covering your mouth with your free hand. Damian shakes his head. “Tt.” He jumps off of the sofa and turns to look at you, holding out his hand. “Come on – let’s get you to your bed before father gets home.”

You chuckle as you place your hand in his. Damian helps you up and you grab your sash as well as bag of presents. “Thank you, Damian. I hope I helped eased your worries a bit? Sometimes I don’t know if I’m doing it right or not – “ You are cut off by Damian squeezing your hand tightly.

“You are doing fine, Y/N.” Damian tells you gruffly as he leads you to the bedroom you shared with your husband to be and a smile appears on your face when you realize that Damian had dropped the polite ‘Ms.’

Just as the two of you reach your bedroom, you stop Damian from leaving and he raises his eyebrow at you, tilting his head to the side. “Tomorrow morning, I will be having my dress fitting. Would you like to join me?”

Damian nods his head. “If you insist.”

You smile widely, leaning against the doorframe. “Definitely.” Damian nods his head once more and makes a move to head to his own bedroom. “Good night, Damian.” You call out after him.

“Tt.” Damian murmurs under his breath before he raises his hand at your words, giving you a small wave over his shoulder. “Good night to you too, Y/N.”

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On my knee

I try to post at least once per day. Sometimes I have quite a few planned but not all of them turn out the way I want it to so I would have to rewrite them until I am satisfied which makes posting slow at times. Requests are open if anyone wants to send in anything! Make sure to read through the FAQs and Rules first though.

Summary: This is a surface custom, right?

Pairing: Arthur Curry x Reader

Note: I was rereading Aquaman rebirth and this happened: 1.4k+ words of attempted fluff! 

“I think it would have been faster if we take to the waters?” You look over your shoulder to stare at your boyfriend of a year, Arthur Curry and he gives you a loop-sided grin as he continues to lightly push you from behind. His hands are planted on your shoulders and he is currently steering you around the vaguely familiar area.

“You dressed up nicely tonight. If we went through the waters, you are going to be freezing cold by the end of the night and between the two of us, you will most likely end up getting sick.” Arthur abruptly stops (pulling you to a stop as well) and he presses his lips to the back of your head and a smile appears on your face. “I would rather you not get sick, my darling.” He murmurs hotly near your ear, causing you to shiver involuntarily in delight and you pout, slowly nodding your head. “Besides, it is quite adorable to see you excited for tonight.”

This time, you turn around to wrap your arms around Arthur’s arm, hugging it to your chest as you lean against him. “It isn’t everyday where you are the first one to initiate anything surface-related, Arthur.” You tell him pointedly and Arthur chuckles; there is truth to your words and he isn’t going to deny it. Arthur just hopes he hasn’t gone about this tradition very wrongly.

Arthur had asked several people (mainly those who dwelled on the surface in the team) because his knowledge on surface customs are severely lacking and he really wants to make tonight a very special night for you. He had given you a bouquet of your favourite flowers earlier and you seemed to thoroughly enjoyed receiving them – so Arthur knows he is doing something right at the very least.

The two of you continue to walk down the path and Arthur basks in your presence – something he has been privy of as of late due to Justice League missions as well as governing his city – and he listens to you chattering about your latest purchase – some flower seeds that you are excited to start planting soon – and his heart swells with so much love. The smile on Arthur’s face widens a bit when he finally manages to steer you towards the place.

You stop mid-conversation when you notice that there is a mat spread out in the middle of the beach and there is a picnic basket on top of it too. A lit candle is placed in the middle of the mat and you can see there is a blanket placed near the basket too. “Arthur?” You pried your eyes away from the set-up and look at Arthur who is looking at you with so much love and adoration, it almost makes you want to shy away from his intense gaze.

“Do you remember this place?” Arthur asks you as he curls your hair behind your ear and you look away from Arthur to look at the area once more. When you finally realize where he had brought you, a small laugh escapes your lips and you turn back to look at Arthur.

“This was where we first met a year ago!”

Arthur chuckles, nodding his head. “You were extremely angry at me back then but that also happened to be the first time we laid eyes on each other.” Arthur drapes his arm over your shoulder and pulls you close. “Although granted, it was very unceremonious of me to drop by like that unannounced.” Arthur slips his hand in his pocket.

You had to laugh at that as you recall the memory of the first time you met Arthur. “You were thrown from the sea and landed face first on the cake I was about to give my sister-in-law, Arthur!” Not only did Arthur scared everyone there, he also managed to destroy the cake you had worked hard on and coincidentally ruined your sister-in-law’s baby shower event as well. “Her baby shower was ruined.” Arthur laughs sheepishly and you place your hand on top of his chest, caressing it.

Of course you had been extremely angry about what he had done but your anger dissipated eventually over the next week or so because when you went to visit your sister-in-law, she told you how Arthur had personally come over to her workplace and offered an apology as well as giving her another chance at having another danger-free baby shower. You had been skeptical at first but when your sister-in-law asked you to come along the next time she is planning on meeting Arthur, you relented and took a few days off from your shop. Needless to say, by the time the baby shower came around, you could definitely say you were beginning to actually like Arthur. He was fun and interesting and mysterious too.

“But you know what? I would not have had it any other way, Arthur.” You lift your head from his shoulder and press your lips to his cheek and Arthur gives you a kiss on your temple and your forehead. “If people ever ask how we got together – I am just going to tell that you fell into my lap.” You tell him cheekily causing Arthur to chuckle. Your stomach begins to grumble and you look at Arthur in embarrassment. “Should we get to eating? I was so excited about the surprise; I might have skipped lunch!”

Arthur furrows his eyebrows and presses his forehead against yours. You lift one of your hands up to cup his cheek. “You shouldn’t be skipping any of your meals.” He murmurs disapprovingly and you caress his cheek with your thumb, giving him a small smile.

“Just this once.” You kiss him chastely and pull away to head towards the mat when Arthur suddenly grabs your hand, causing you to stop. Just as you are turning to look at Arthur, Arthur slowly gets down on one knee. Your eyes widen in surprise as your heart starts to race against your chest.

“I was actually going to do this after we have eaten dinner.” Arthur murmurs but since it is just the two of you at this part of the beach, his voice is loud enough for you to hear. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his hand – the same hand he had just taken out of his pocket, the same hand that is currently holding the prettiest, most breath-taking ring you have ever seen. “I was told to do this later on but I don’t think I want to wait until after we have eaten dinner.” Arthur looks away from your hand to stare at you right in the eyes.

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my Queen?”

Your breath hitches and you let out a small gasp as you stare at Arthur in disbelief. Of course, this is something you have entertained a couple of times – after all, Arthur is the first serious relationship you have ever been in – and tears well up in your eyes when you finally realize that this is actually happening and Arthur Curry – your boyfriend and the King of Atlantis – is actually on his knee, asking for your hand. “A – Arthur…” You can see Arthur starting to get restless and that is when you remembered that you have yet to give him your answer so you tackle him instead, throwing your arms around Arthur as you bury your head in his shoulders, crying happily. “Yes, Arthur, yes!”

Surprised by your sudden tackle, Arthur wraps both of his arms around you as he loses his balance and falls flat on his back. He tightens his hold on you and when his brain finally caught up to your words, Arthur presses a kiss on the top of your head, burying his nose in your hair. “Thank you, my love.” Arthur sits up and pushes you away from him slightly. The sight of your nose and eyes being red are enough to bring another smile to his face – even when you are crying, you still look the prettiest to Arthur.

“I’m such a crybaby, I swear.” You hastily wipe away the tears from your eyes and cheeks and Arthur kisses both of your cheeks, your nose, your eyes, your forehead and lastly he presses his lips against yours, pouring all of his love into that kiss. When he pulls away, you are breathless and staring at him slightly dazedly.

Arthur pulls your hand towards him and slides the ring into your ring finger. “Thank you for making me the happiest Atlantean on Earth, my Queen.” 

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High for you

Another quick one, sort of. I had it written out but rewrote it earlier because why not? As per usual, there are probably a lot of mistakes here and there. Hope you’ll enjoy!

Summary: You never would have thought this would ever happen but it did.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Note: I have never gotten my wisdom teeth removed and this is mostly just based on lots of videos of people being high after their wisdom teeth removed. 

There are some things in life that you never question whenever it is thrown at you like this one thing, for example. Never in a million years where you imagined this would ever happen.

“You are definitely way out of my league.” He says breathlessly, a slightly dazed smile crossing his lips and despite being married to him for quite a long time, his words still managed to bring a blush to your cheeks. At the same time, seeing the ever calm, collected and composed Bruce Wayne talking like this is enough to make your day, actually it is probably enough to make your entire year and then some. “But I want to marry you sometime soon - you are available right? I want to be your boyfriend. I think you are really the nicest and most beautiful person I have ever met since my mother. Are you - could you be an angel?” 

This time you really cannot help the chuckle that left your mouth. You raise your free hand to stifle your laughter and once you have gathered your wits, you give Bruce a small smile. “You are so high off your head, Bruce Wayne.” You point out, amusement and concern mixed into one, given the current circumstance that had landed him in this predicament. 

“You know me!?” His eyes widen comically and you nod your head, stifling your laughter once more. “But how? I am way below your league…” He trails off, shaking his head and then narrowing his eyes as he stares at the end of his nose. “Is my nose here? I cannot see it.” Bruce turns to look at you, eyes wide in fear now as he looks away from his nose to you.

You bop his nose with your pointer finger. “Silly Bruce.” You giggle and Bruce grins, taking a hold of your hand. “What am I going to do with you?”

Bruce tilts his head to the side. “You can put me out of my misery and marry me.” He tells you with a straight face and you almost thought he had come down from his high if it was not for the fact that his words had been a little bit slurred and he is talking to your chest instead of looking at you directly in the eyes. “We can have our wedding in my backyard - did you know that my backyard is big? You see, Alfred takes really good care of it. We can fit everyone in there.” 

“I am your wife though.” You show him your finger and Bruce gasps and the smile on his face widens. “I doubt Alfred would like it if we have the wedding in the backyard - he recently planted those rose seeds.” 

“I married you?”

You nod your head; of course that particular bit of information is the one Bruce would zone in on. “It was a really breathtaking ceremony. We had our wedding at the ranch and we also had the most amazing steak served during the reception.” Ever since you were a child, you have always wanted to get married at your grandma’s old ranch into something so magical, it almost feel as though you had gotten married yesterday instead of all of those years ago with how vivid they are in your mind.

“We had steak?” Bruce asks. “I love steak but I think I love you the most, even more than steak.” He tells you as a matter-of-factly, bringing your fingers to his lips. Before he could even move his lips further up your arm, a knock resounds in the room and when you turn toward the door, Jason is leaning against the doorframe.

“Am I interrupting something?” Jason raises one of his eyebrows as he takes in the sight of Bruce in his hospital gown on the bed and you are sitting beside him. He walks over to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You smile at him. “I thought the old bat’s fine now.” He side-glances Bruce and Bruce is staring at him with a very sour expression on his face.

Before you can reply Jason, Bruce speaks up. “Who are you? She married me - she is my wife.” Bruce furrows his eyebrows and then tilts his head to the side. “You are extremely good looking. Are you a model? Do I model? I think I lost my nose again.” Bruce tries to pat his face with his free hand but ends up scrunching his nose and Jason’s jaw almost drops and he swallows the curse that did not quite manage to leave his mouth.

“His wisdom teeth are completely removed and unfortunately, he is still under.” You explain upon catching sight of Jason’s expression and he snorts, rolling his eyes at the irony. He swallows the urge to burst out laughing. 

“You know what? This is gold.” Jason quickly whips out his phone and begins to record: it is not everyday where you can get to see the Bruce Wayne acting like this and it makes for good blackmail material. You chuckle, shaking your head. Leave it to Jason to spread the news to his brothers like wildfire. 

[rfrealitea]

hey dood, how’s ur day been so far

hi, my dood. it’s been amazing so far. I had a very fun discussion about unpopular young justice opinions with a friend of mine and i just finished writing another bruce wayne x reader and i am about to write a jason todd x reader request. 

[rfrealitea]

Misunderstandings.

I had last month’s First Burn #Hamildrop on repeat when I was writing this and I don’t know why I like doing this but First Burn really inspired me to do this and so did Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. As usual, did not proof-read this so there will be mistakes here and there. Fun fact: I actually rewrote this twice - the first version was a lot messier than this and shorter too but I had fun writing this nevertheless.

Summary: What you don’t know won’t hurt you right? Wrong. It hurts you so bad and you are so done.

Pairing: Established Bruce Wayne x reader, Implied Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle

Note: 2.3k words, it is really all just a big fat misunderstanding or it’s supposed to be? I don’t even know anymore, also the reader/you is/are selina kyle’s sister, surprise.

“What the hell are you implying then? You think I would actually cheat on you? Is that what you really think of me? Do you distrust me that much?” Bruce disagrees in exasperation, narrowing his eyes at you as he tries to burn a hole or two on your face. How did something simple like ‘how was your day’ turned into a fight?

You can’t seem to remember how things had escalated beyond this quickly but you reckon it probably has something to do with the fact that you know what the hell Bruce has been doing behind your back - you just know - and tonight is just the last straw for you - you had thrown out the dinner you had meticulously prepared for him but Bruce disappointed you whole-heartedly when he did not show up for dinner at all - and it simply became the topping on top of the cake especially when he innocently asked you ‘how was your day?’

“What do you think?” You challenge him, indignation evident in your words. Bruce and you rarely ever fight and you like to think it is because the two of you have been together for such a long time that you understood one another so much so that the boys often made fun of how lovey-dovey Bruce and you are. But on the rare occasions that you do fight, you tend to overreact about something and Bruce normally just plays along until you have finally calmed down enough for him to talk to you about the actual problem. But tonight is not the case.

You hadn’t realise just how much of your love, tie and effort (that you have invested in this relationship with Bruce) that he is willingly sacrificing to put into his ‘after work meetings’. “You ought to know more than I do, Bruce. Those meetings? Those late night calls? I know about the whispers.” You spat the last few words in seethed anger: you aren’t blind nor deaf so obviously the pointing fingers and the whispers whenever you were out of the manor grated your nerves.

If you actually hit a nerve with what you have just said to Bruce, he definitely did not show it. There was not even a twitch or a flinch from him. Not that you actually expected him to rise to your bait especially since you know very well that Bruce has perfected the art of controlling his facial reactions and he was always the calm, cool and collected one between the two of you. It normally takes quite a whole lot for Bruce to crack so you definitely know he will not be crumbling any time soon, no matter what you throw at him or no matter how low you steep.

Honestly, you can’t even remember a time where you didn’t feel hurt at all. The recent memories simply overrode the earlier, happier memories and you are filled with a lot of hurt and anger. Tears start to well up in your eyes and not wanting to let Bruce see you being this weak, you turn away from Bruce, trying your hardest to calm yourself as you wrap your own arms around you. 

“What are you talking about? What whispers?” Bruce frowns as he stares at your back in confusion. He still feels exasperated but not quite as much as he had been earlier but still enough. He doesn’t remember seeing you acting like this at all - even when the two of you had fought before - and the fact that you actually have your back turned against him - you never do -, it is leaving such a bad taste in your mouth. Despite everything, Bruce has an inkling regarding to what you are referring to but the more he thinks about it, the probability of it being impossible seems to grow bigger. He had made sure to cover up all of his tracks, made sure his alibis are solid enough, made sure he came back before you even noticed he was gone so how? How did you know? Who told you? Why are you reacting as if it is the end of the world? There are so many questions running through Bruce’s mind and the frown on his face deepens.

A tear escapes your eye when his words registers in your head - Bruce is actually lying to you. You never thought this day would ever come; he has always been truthful with you - otherwise he would have had a very hard time trying to explain Damian’s existence to you. You wipe that stray tear away with a finger and shake your head in disbelief. “Stop it, Bruce. I always thought what we had was enough - was I the only one who thought that? I gave up a lot for you and I have never regretted any and every decisions I have made involving you but where the hell did I go wrong? When the whole incident with Talia came undone, I forgave you and I still continued to be by your side because I knew you.” You shake your head, unaware of the change on Bruce’s face when he heard your words. “But now? I don’t even think I know you anymore. I don’t even know the man I married.” You pursed your lips, trying to stop yourself from actually shedding anymore tears for him and because of him.

There were nights when you would wake up, hoping that your husband would be up for some snuggling, only to find his side of the bed empty and cold and the first few times it happened, you had simply shrugged it off and thought nothing of it until it kept happening. Again and again. You honestly don’t know how many tears you have wasted, crying yourself to back to sleep - didn’t he know that you know? Despite your occasional obliviousness, you know. “I am done.”

“What” Bruce suddenly feels the weight of the entire world on his shoulders and he can’t seem to string words nor form thoughts in his mind. The only words he can seem to focus on were the three words you have just said: “I am done”. His heart starts to race against his chest and he tries to take a step towards you but somehow, his own two legs are not listening to his commands and all he can do is just stare at you dumbly. 

“I am done.” You repeated before shaking your head. “No - we are done.” Your words are enough to silence Bruce even further as he still continues to stare at you. “I can’t… I honestly thought that I could - I never minded the fact that you always seem to be charming ladies left and right and I also didn’t mind the thing with Talia too - she gave us Damian but… I saw the way you looked at my sister. Really, Bruce? With my sister?”

Bruce freezes up as if somehow, someone had managed to pour ice water on him. It finally dawned on him about what you are talking but his brain still can’t seem to make sense of what is happening. (“Are you sure you are giving Y/N what she really wants, Bruce? Or are you simply playing it safe because Y/N is… my sister?”). He was told that you were not aware of your heritage - you have never said anything before either - and this time, it feels as if someone had just stabbed him in the side, repeatedly with a sword - no wonder Selina had been so smug the last (and final) time he had met up with her. Her words rang in his ears again and Bruce knows if he doesn’t fix this mess soon, he is most likely going to lose you forever and he really wants you to know that whatever you thought had transpired between your sister and him, none of them happened. Nor were they true. He tries to take another step towards you but you turned around to face him so quickly that he actually takes a step backwards in surprise instead. 

“You want to know something, Bruce? I honestly thought we were a team but we weren’t even playing the same game. I must have been so blindsided by the love I have for you,” You chuckle, shaking your head yet again. ���I have always been by your side but you always seem to want more - was I not enough? I just… I don’t think I can handle it anymore. I am sorry, Bruce.” You tell him quietly, trying to see his expression. You bit the inside of your cheek when you didn’t find the expression you wanted to see on his face.

Bruce’s attention however is fixated on your hand, more specifically the lack of ring on your finger and his breath hitches when he sees you place the wedding band - the same one he had put on your finger a couple of years ago - on the coffee table. 

You only just about moved past his shoulder when Bruce’s hand grabs a hold of yours, catching you by surprise because you actually thought he was not even going to do anything, and he turns you around to face him, immediately pulling you into a very tight embrace. His arms are wrapped tightly around your torso and Bruce buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. 

“I am so, so sorry - please just hear me out first.” He whispers, voice hoarse and heavy with emotion as he tightens the hold he has on you when he feels you beginning to struggle as you try to pull yourself out from his embrace but Bruce knows that the moment he actually lets you out of his arm and lets you go, he will never be able to see you again and he really does not want to imagine his future without you being present in it - the thought of you no longer being in his life scares him a lot. For the first time since a very long time (perhaps maybe since Jason’s death), Bruce actually feels fear and hopelessness. “I love you, Y/N and I know you are probably thinking that I am saying this because I don’t want you to leave and that is partly true because I do love you and I really don’t want you to leave me because I also know you are dead set in leaving but please, hear me out first before you decide on anything.” His voice is quivering now and it is only because of the fact that you are in his embrace do you feel the tremors running through his body and it tugs on your heartstrings. 

Half of you really wants to push him away because to hell with his explanation but the other rational half of you wants to give him a chance and listen to him because deep down inside, you know that you aren’t the only one who invested a lot in this relationship. Bruce did too and you know if you take off and disappear from his lives, the boys will track you down and demand answers from you and that is not something you quite want to deal with. You don’t really want to cause a rift in the household - all of the boys seem to be getting along nicely with Bruce now, even Jason and you also know if you decide to leave him, that will no longer be the case and as much as you really want to make him suffer, you simply cannot bring your heart to actually do it. “Bruce…” You stop struggling, dropping your arms to your side.

“Will you give me a chance and listen to my explanation?” Bruce asks when he notices that you finally have stopped struggling. “I am sorry that I made you think that I was cheating on you with your sister no less but please believe me when I say that it is not it. I have never cheated on you with your sister at all. Talia was the only one and even then, that happened over ten years or so ago.” At this point, Bruce is not really sure if spouting all of these without thinking about it thoroughly is good or and but seeing as you haven’t exactly started pushing him away, he decides to continue anyway - he just can’t seem to stop talking. “When I made that vow with you, I meant every word I said. I love you and only you.” He tightens his hold on you once more and this time, Bruce takes the chance to press his lips on your cheek and you sigh before slowly wrapping your arms around Bruce’s torso.

You feel Bruce relaxing in your arms as he sags in relief, resting against you. “Don’t think I have forgiven you just yet, Bruce.” You try to sound firm but the quiver in your voice is probably a dead giveaway. There was something genuine and earnest about the things he had said earlier and against your better judgment, you decided to give him a chance. It might be a stupid decision on your part but at this point, you didn’t want to regret the decision you have made. “Just one chance.” Your fingers wound in his hair, pulling his head back just so you can stare at him. Bruce is looking at you with so much love it actually makes you want to cry and all the anger that bubbled in you earlier slowly dissipated. 

“I am so sorry.” Bruce murmurs, eyes shining slightly with unshed tear and you simply stare at him. He slowly leans in and when he takes note that you are not pushing him away, he presses his lips against yours, swallowing the moan that threatened to leave your mouth. You close your eyes just as Bruce pulls you in closer, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. The two of you stayed like that until you had to pull away for air. “I promise I will explain everything to you, from the very beginning.”

You sigh and nod your head. “Okay, but you better not leave anything out.”

[rfrealitea]

Happy anniversary!

this wasn’t proof-read but regardless of the mistakes, hope you will still be able to enjoy this! I always love writing Wally West x Batsis - this is one of the things I live for and I wanted to write something happy so I did.

Summary: You are in for the best surprise of your life, even if you don’t know about it just yet.

Pairing: Wally West x Reader (Batsis)

Note: 1.7k words, not proof-read.

“Wally, come on.” You call out as you try to feel your boyfriend but after what seems like forever of you waving your arms around you like an idiot, you have come to realise that he is nowhere near you at all. Fortunately for you, being blindfolded did not mean you could not see where Wally was - all of those deprivation training did not go to waste, especially not on you! Not being able to see is not a liability but simply a chance for you to utilise your senses. You furrow your eyebrows as you concentrated and once you have managed to pinpoint Wally’s location, you simply made your way over to him slowly.

“Wally?”

You hear a loud thump (causing you to wince) and a muffled curse and you raise one of your eyebrows as a frown appears on your face. “You alright there, Wally?” Just as you are about to take a step towards the room, Wally suddenly grabs a hold of your hand, stopping you from entering the room altogether. If you could blink, you would have. 

“Babe!” Wally looks at you, shaking his head, a small smile on his face. “I left you there for a reason, you know.” He sighs indignantly but wraps an arm around you so that he is able to carefully bring you over to the table he had managed to set up. 

You try to smile in Wally’s direction when you smell something delicious wafting in the air. “Wally, is this…” You didn’t manage to finish your sentence because Wally decided to take off your blindfold right then and despite having a hunch that Wally has been up to something, the sight that greets you still takes your breath away. 

“I know you don’t like making a huge deal out of our anniversaries but I wanted to, for you.” Wally rubs the back of his neck sheepishly when he sees the awed expression on your face and he turns to look at the room, somewhat proud of what he had managed to achieve even if it had taken him a couple of hair-pulling to set things up as perfectly as it can be.

What used to be the dining room is now nicely set up with your favourite flowers, Wally’s favourite flowers and a whole lots of fairy lights hanging beautifully, creating that magical, fairy-tale feel. In the middle of the room, where you are currently standing at, is a table that was set up nicely as well and you can see a few of your favourite dishes as well as Wally’s. The table also had a couple of red roses and you almost wanted to tear up at the thought of Wally doing all of this just for you. You bite your lower lip as you reach for Wally’s hand and Wally turns to look at you, giving you a smile and a look that says you are his entire world. 

“You like it?” Wally whispers. He doesn’t really know why he is whispering but he just doesn’t want to disturb the serene look on your face. You smile at him, nodding your head. You normally hate surprises or over-the-top celebrations but somehow, you don’t seem to mind it tonight especially since Wally went through all of the trouble to set everything up. It must not have been easy trying to arrange things without you finding out. He tucks your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek. You lean forward to kiss him and Wally deepens the kiss, only pulling away when he remembers that your surprise isn’t over yet. 

He pulls back and gives you a nervous smile before he ushers you to your seat, even going as far as pulling the chair out for you. The smile on your face seems to grow bigger and your heart is racing against your chest. You aren’t really sure as to why you are suddenly feeling nervous and feeling as if you are on your first date with Wally because there’s just something about him tonight that makes it hard for you to tear your eyes away. “I got the recipes from Alfred.” Wally points out when you eyed your favourite dish and your cheeks are starting to hurt from the amount of smiling you are doing. “So I’m sorry if it’s anything less than delicious.” He tells you sheepishly, after all this is the first time he has ever tried cooking your favourite dishes. 

“I’m sure it will taste fine, Wally. Between the two of us, you are the better cook after all.” You point out, laughing at the embarrassed look Wally has on your face. Truth be told, Alfred has tried teaching you how to cook and technically you can cook but only simple ones like cooking rice, boiling water, boiling eggs, making omelette and scrambled eggs but nothing too fancy. They somehow end up getting burnt or tasting extremely disgusting so when the two of you decided to move in together, Wally took over cooking duties while you washed the dishes.

The two of you ate the food comfortably with you complementing Wally every now and then for how delicious his food are and Wally rolling his eyes, feeling embarrassed at your compliments. Even though the two of you have been together for a while, it still gets to him whenever you compliment him earnestly. Once the two of you are done with dinner, Wally makes you stay put in your seat and you raise one of your eyebrows. 

“I told you not to get me anything.” You reminded him when Wally makes a move and the only way you knew he had moved was the sudden gust of wind that came with him. 

Wally swallows and nods his head as he places his present right in front of you. “And I am smart enough to know meant I should get you something, babe.” He wrings his hands but stops when he notices you looking at him weirdly. He gives you a lop-sided smile and you shake your head, reaching for the bag. “I know you told me not to get you anything but I think this is something that you will, hopefully, enjoy.” He swallows the sudden lump that appeared in his throat. 

You carefully open the bag and to your surprise, there is nothing in the bag and just as you are about to question Wally, you suddenly realise that he is no longer sitting in front of you but instead he is kneeling on one knee beside you and your heart thuds against your chest and your breath quickens especially when your eyes land on the open black velvet box.

“Wally…” Your voice is quivering and you know you have tears in your eyes but Wally is holding your gaze.

“I have never been more serious in my life as I am right now. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N, showering you flowers and gifts and good food. I want to wake up beside you and see your face every morning and starting each day with a kiss.” Wally knows he is rambling but whatever he had practiced earlier all flew out the window the moment he sees you pressing your hand to your heart as the tears start to fall down your cheeks one by one. “We have been through a lot of ups and downs but despite that, you still stayed by me and I want you to know that you truly mean everything to me so will you marry - “ Before Wally could even finish his sentence, he has a lap full of you.

“Yes!” You cried out, wrapping your arms around Wally, showering his face with kisses. Wally laughs in relief as he falls back on his ass, placing his arms on your hips so that he can hold you against him. “Wally West, I can’t believe you!” You press your mouth against him in a very hard kiss and Wally squeezes your hips as he deepens the kiss. You pull back only to give him a couple more kisses and settling over his lap. 

Wally chuckles at your radiant expression and he feels as if the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders. He grabs your hand and slides the ring onto your ring finger and you stare at it in awe. The ring might not be extremely fancy but the ring simply reminded Wally of your eyes and how he had fallen for you from the moment the two of you had met many years ago. “Thank you, Y/N.” You really had no idea how nervous and scared Wally had been prior to tonight; he had been carrying that ring for a while now and if it hadn’t been for Dick putting some senses in him, Wally would probably still be carrying that ring around. 

You shake your head as you turn to stare at Wally. You cup his cheeks and nuzzle his nose with yours, you really can’t help it! You feel as if you are on cloud nine now and you are extremely giddy too. “I love you so much, Wally.” You tell him and Wally grins at you, nodding his head. He pulls your hands off of his face and leans forward to press his lips on to yours and you close your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck, tilting your head slightly to the side so that you can deepen the kiss. 

When Wally pulls away, you look at him. “You do know this means that you are have to be the one to tell the rest of my family right?” You ask him, trailing your finger down his cheek and when he groans in despair, you stifle your laughter on his shoulders. 

“Your youngest brother is going to kill me, Y/N!” He whines, causing you to laugh harder. You are absolutely aware of his relationship with Damian - somehow, he has yet to win Damian’s heart and it’s always so amusing to see Wally quiver under Damian’s intense gaze. “You are having way too much fun at this, babe.” He pokes you on your side and you gently bite his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry. I said yes to you, didn’t I? Damian’s not going to maim you… much.”

[rfrealitea]

Bright lights.

I have never exactly tried writing poly amorous relationships much so I decided to try my hand at it and there isn’t any dialogues here at all because I wanted to try a different style. As per usual, this is not proof-read so there are probably mistakes here and there but hope you will still be able to enjoy this nevertheless.

Summary: This is really the best way you can describe your experience - by showing the two sides of a coin.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader x Jason Todd

Note: Poly-amorous relationship, established relationship, no dialogue and implied sexual contents.

Jason Todd is a passionate, fiery lover. He loves doing things out of the norm and he likes doing them big, loud and flashy, if you squint really hard enough. The smirk on his face is always there, bent in the shape of a reminder: ‘You Are Stuck With Me’ but even with that, Jason is fun in his own way and the epitome of pure, raw passion. He knows how to make you smile until your cheeks hurt and he also knows just how to make your blood race in your veins, making you whimper and gasp his name in raging desire. 

In contrast to Jason, Dick Grayson is a calm, collected lover. He is the epitome of serenity in its extreme purity and not only that, Dick is also dependable and reassuring. Like Jason, Dick had his own secrets and only ever shares a bit of this and that with you every now and then and more often than not, it makes you feel on top of the world and nothing is able to bring you down when he voluntarily shares something with you. Dick has his ways of reminding you of just how much he loves you, he knows all of your buttons that he can push to get the reactions he wants and he knows you as well as he knows that he has ten fingers and ten toes. On top of that, Dick also knows how to make you feel extremely at ease, making him your go-to-person if you wanted to waste time without a care in the world.

Both of them are different, interesting and special in their own ways and nothing anyone say can change the fact that you love the both of them and that you love the both of them unconditionally. Dick is like hot cocoa in a winter; long walks in the park; smiling until your cheeks start to hurt and your blanket. Jason is like rainy days; summertime fun at the beach and laughing until you are crying and hurting because of too much laughing. But despite all of that and some more, it really did not matter to you who between the two was the sun and the moon - the only thing that is important to you is that the both of them shone down on you unconventionally and unconditionally. 

Of course, it is only in human nature that people talked about something so different, so unconventional and the tabloids racked quite the amount of money by simply publishing fiction about the three of you but despite the onslaught of disapproval coming in from everyone that was not important, nothing they say mattered to you. They can think whatever they wanted; you were being used, you were sleeping around because of your lack of wealth - catching not one by two eligible bachelors who are the wards of the Bruce Wayne is simply not possible - or that you were simply a lying, cheating and attention-seeking whore. They can say what they want really as it still does not change the fact that you have two boyfriends, fiancé now and all of those who had been pointing fingers at you probably had none. 

You had the sun and the moon with you which ultimately meant that you have two pairs of eyes on you, knowing very well how you work and also knowing very well how to get you worked up for all the right and wrong reasons in the all right ways. Dick likes to take you slow, to the point where the pleasure almost becomes unbearable and you are crying in pain and pleasure while Jason likes to take you hard, fast and rough and you are putty in their hands, simply put. 

There has never been an issue of one person asking for too much or pulling far too much (unless you count Jason who seems to like hogging all of the blankets or Dick who likes taking too much space on the bed) but there was never any issue of ‘she loves me more’ or ‘you are her favourite’ or jealousy for that matter because the three of you believed in each other so much that there was no jealousy at all. What the three of you have might be something out of the norm but you are their anchors, the one that keeps them grounded whenever they become too much and you are everything they live and breathe for and in the end, it all comes down to living in such a way that each and every one of you knows how to make each other happy in various ways.

Although when you really think about it thoroughly, the only challenges you can think of is trying to keep your mouth shut tight when you find yourself between the two of them because Jason and Dick on their own can really make you extremely happy but when the two of them decide to team up, Good heavens, this is probably why the neighbours side-eyes you and occasionally would call the cops on the three of you on account of noise pollution and public indecency because the words you scream out are never PG-13.

At the end of the night, “I love you” is shared between the three of you and even if Jason says it begrudgingly and Dick says it flirtatiously and jokingly, you know their “I love you” rang true in all forms and people often say you are lucky for having both Dick Grayson and Jason Todd in your palms and you really cannot disagree because indeed you are lucky. In fact, you are probably the luckiest person in the whole wide world.

[rfrealitea]

Play the game again.

Hi, Tea here. 

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[rfrealitea]

Lights off.

This started off as something else and it ended up something different so I decided why not? There are probably a lot of grammar mistakes as per usual because I am lazy and I should probably proof-read them before I post but I always get distracted, like all the damn time. Hope you enjoy this!

Summary: Sleep comes easy when you are with him and he is with you.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Note: Attempted fluff, though I might have failed, 700+ words.

Cuddling with Bruce is really one of the things you look forward to after a long day at work. His built, hardened muscle from the years of training and crime-fighting can be intimidating at times especially to those who sees him for the very first time but when it is just the two of you - when it is just the two of you relaxing on the bed, with you relaxing and snuggling up against him, there is really nowhere else that is more comfortable. Despite his serious expression and his playful expression, Bruce also radiated sunshine and warmth that is just so him and after facing stuck-up corporates and getting headaches from their over-achieving, entitled proposals, being with Bruce made you feel ten thousand times better.

The best part about your relationship with Bruce is that you never really need an excuse to do anything with him - whether it be taking an impromptu camping trip in the middle of the week, going to the nearest park to go on very long walks and then some. If you want to be him just for the sake of basking in his presence, warmth and love, Bruce simply lets you do it. Despite what he may say or not say, he actually enjoys doing all of these menial  and domestic things with you. 

You begin to comb through your hair with your fingers as Bruce begins to flip through the contracts and proposals he has yet to finish earlier that morning and whenever his warm breath hits you, it reminds you that he is still there and not asleep. Once you are done roughly running your fingers through your hair, you lean against Bruce’s shoulder, peering over to read along. 

Somehow over the next few minutes, Bruce had taken to wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He also begin to play with your hair, twirling it around his finger and the longer he does this, the sleepier you get. The rhythmic thump, thump, thump of his heart is starting to sound like lullaby to your ears and just as your eyes are about to shut close, Bruce chuckles.

“Sleepy?” He murmurs quietly, setting aside the papers he had been reading and you give him a noncommittal hum, turning around so that you can wrap both of your arms around his waist, burying your face in his torso. One thing you absolutely love about times like this with Bruce is that he rarely ever sleeps with his shirt on which means your nose is pressed against his chest and there is just something about the way he smells that is almost making you feel intoxicated. Almost. Or maybe you are just really tired.

Bruce chuckles once more, pressing his lips to the top of your head. He glances at the clock - it is still too early for him to sleep but with you in his arms, almost falling asleep, he knows he is not going to be moving from this any time soon. He moves his finger away from your hair so that he can place both of his hands on your back, anchoring you to him. You simply snuggle into his hold and a minute later, Bruce can hear your light snoring. A smile appears on his lips and he stares at your face - he had been staring at the papers for far too long and in return had neglected giving you any attention, which was a bad choice on his part; those proposals were starting to give him a migraine. 

You don’t quite know this but Bruce likes watching you sleep - there is just something so comforting about watching you sleep and knowing that you are safe in his arms, yes, that is probably why he likes watching you sleep. Knowing that there is no way harm can find you when you are right in his arms. 

Bruce didn’t know how long he spent staring at you but all he remembers is falling asleep to your steady breathing and he knows right there and then that marrying you all of those years ago and fighting for you had been the best decisions he had done. Loving you had been the first best decision he has ever made, hands down.