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You are in Love - Tim Drake x Reader

Requested by azul23blue  -  Hi! Do you write song fics? If you do could you write a Tim Drake x Reader with the song “You Are In Love” by Taylor Swift?

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friends (shouldn’t kiss me like you do)

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Jason Todd // Reader

A/N: I saw the prompt ‘I started referring to you as my s/o one day bc of reasons and now I’m starting to do it unironically and I can’t stop’ and I had so many ideas for this pointless domestic fluff with Jason but tbh, I got too lazy to write it out so enjoy this ragtag piece instead. Maybe I will finish this someday.

It had all started with a tiny misunderstanding, really. It all began the moment one of your neighbours, one Mrs Jones who had salt and pepper hair and had the warmest smiles, had handed you a Tupperware of cookies. This was nothing new so you weren’t at all surprised. In the years that you’ve occupied your apartment, the group of elderly women that made up most of your neighbours had somewhat taken up maternal roles to you, poking their noses into things that they definitely shouldn’t but only because they cared, in their own special way.

You were certain that you were the sole subject matter of a few teatime chatter but your gratitude towards what they’ve done for you definitely far outweighed the nonexistent disapproval you had over their harmless gossip. And above all, their fussing has certainly pulled you through a lot of the tougher days, with their easy ushering into their homes and brewing you a soothing cup of tea and serving you freshly baked cookies and sending you off with deliciously warm meals. You didn’t think you would have made it to where you were without them. What was new and surprising was the fact that one of the ladies, Mrs Jones, had left her apartment at all. That was the moment your confusion grew. You hadn’t seen much of her, not since she lost her husband a few months ago and she just about lost all her appetite to do much of anything. And yet, she stood in front of you, grasping at your hands with her shaky ones with the smile that many thought to have died along with her husband, spritely and bright. It was a pleasant kind of surprise, you were glad that she wasn’t as dispirited as she had been, though you weren’t sure what had brought on the change. The words that she said afterwards served to only puzzle you further.

“Now these are some cookies. Made them earlier today.” She said, giving your hands a small squeeze, “For your boy. You give him my thanks, hm?” Your…boy? “Um…” You furrowed your eyebrows, stumped. You weren’t sure what she was talking about, not really, but she had looked so expectant that you didn’t really have the heart to completely deny her. It only dawned on you after you’ve stood there for what seemed like forever, racking your brain for this supposed boy of yours.

Jason had been spending more time over at your place recently and while the two of you were honestly just really good friends, your relationship has never really been truly defined for anyone else around you. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to find Jason arriving at your place late at night and leaving your place early in the morning, or sometimes one without the other. You supposed that didn’t leave much else to the imagination. The fact could only be interpreted in a few ways, honestly, and none of them pointed to the both of you being just friends.

“You mean Jason?” You asked incredulously.

“Oh, yes, yes.” She nodded, “He’s a good one, that Jason. Send him my love, won’t you?”

“But we aren’t really…” You trailed off, more confused at what was happening than much of anything. What did Jason have to do with this?

“Nonsense! That boy is sweet on you, I can tell.” She smiled, giving you one final pat, “Now, I shouldn’t take more of your time. Go on, dear.”

At that point, it didn’t even occur to you to correct her but she was long gone before you recovered from the confusion. When you had brought it up with Jason, the tub of cookies between the two of you, he had shrugged and hadn’t really offered an explanation so you had brushed it off without much thought.

You had never really spent a moment too long on the idea but the thought of Jason being yours was quite an entertaining one. Jason was a good person, unbelievably attractive and undeniably kind in his own way. Spending the rest of your life out with him didn’t sound like too bad of an idea. And if the way he looked at you sometimes, or the way his hugs tend to linger just a bit too long, or the way his touch seemed to be less platonic each time were anything to go by, it didn’t seem like he was completely opposed to the idea either. There was something there but the both of you were simply reluctant to even begin to step in that direction. The two of you had fallen into a comfortable normalcy over the time that you’ve known each other but even more so in the past few months. Seeing him bare-chested and stumbling around your kitchen like he owned it or having him tucked in the side of your bed closer to the door or feeling him pressed against your side like a perfect fit felt as instinctive as breathing but regardless of how natural it felt, it also felt like it was balancing precariously, teetering, over a pin needle point. Potentially disrupting that balance was a daunting concept.

But then it happens again when Mrs Barnham from the floor above yours passes you a boxful of her old books for Jason, rambling off about how Jason would have more use for it than she would. And again when Ms O’Neil from two doors down had pulled you aside to chastise you for not feeding your man better with a stern frown on her face as she did, the conversation ending with a dinner invite at her place. When you had mentioned her dinner invite with the same confusion you had on the first time around, Jason had hummed thoughtfully as he looked through his newly obtained collection of books.

“Bessie needed help with one of her lightbulbs so I offered.” Jason had shrugged like this was nothing. You had no idea what was happening and it definitely wasn’t nothing. You didn’t know what light bulbs had to do with you feeding him better. He was bonding with your neighbours without you knowing and that wasn’t nothing.

“Bessie?” You parroted in disbelief, “You call Ms O’Neil, Bessie?”

“It’s what she told me to call her.” He picked out a book and examined the cover.

“You’re on a first name basis with her?” You shook your head. You didn’t know why you were even surprised anymore and yet, surprising you was always what Jason seemed to successfully do.

Ms O’Neil serves the both of you beautifully intricate dishes - because neither of you were too keen to face her wrath again so soon - a deliciously thick soup and salad and meat with honey and dates and rich, sweet pastries and doesn’t stop serving until the both of you have full stomachs and are content. She shares the memories of her past, wonderful places she has visited and the kind of people she has met. How she wished she could have at least had half of what you and Jay had, rambling on about true love and how she had met her Oliver but had let him slip away all the while throwing pointed looks that neither you or Jason could miss. Jason’s fingers curl around yours hesitantly under the table but neither of you move to part until after you’ve left Ms O’Neil’s.

So you could get a bit used to this, but who would have to know? Not a single soul, honestly. Just as no one had to know how thrilling it felt whenever one of the grannies would tell you to give Jason their thank you for helping them with some mundane task like carrying their groceries for them or changing the locks on their doors or taking the time to sit around and talk to them. It filled you up with so much joy to see Jason so loved by these people, with so much amusement over the fact that Jason’s been vehemently denying any sort of softness inside of him and yet he was so ready to drop anything just to spend a few minutes to chat to your elderly neighbours.

You thought that it would have ended there but one night found Jason coiling his arm around your waist, lips finding your temple easily as he levelled the men that have been messing around with you with a sharp glare. And then suddenly, it didn’t seem so weird anymore for your fingers to find his whenever you’re outside together or for his arms to wrap around your shoulder so he could pull you closer or for the both of you to swap gentle kisses that leave you just a tiny bit breathless and your stomach in knots. Not weird at all. The grannies seemed almost pleased with the progression of your relationship, knowing smiles always on their faces whenever you and Jason see any of them.

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hi so this is my fic rec list that i have compiled for 600 followers! the fandoms currently included on here are: star wars, marvel, dc, harry potter, atla, stranger things, and criminal minds. if you have any fics that you would like on here send an ask or a pm! fic recs under the cut since it’s pretty lengthy

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dreams (zuko x f!reader)

What if one night the gaang is camping out sleeping when Zuko’s S/o, who’s katara and sokka’s sister, wakes up from a nightmare about something bad happening to Zuko. After making sure that Zuko is okay and she didnt wake anyone up, she gets up and walks away from camp just to clear her head but Zuko was awake and follows her. How would she go about telling him her nightmare and how would he comfort her? (Just basically some sweet fluff)

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Back to You | Zuko x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Fire Lord Zuko falls in love with one of the Kyoshi Warriors sent to protect him. Thankfully, she falls in love with him too.

WORD COUNT: 5.2k I wanted it to be shorter than Pretty Eyes and succeeded… kind of

WARNINGS: okay so there’s some kissing, some swear words, some obvious mutual pining, some frustration, and that’s it. it’s pure fluff ngl

I hope you all like it! I actually had a lot of fun writing this and I think it came out pretty nice. Also requests are open! Thank you for reading and here we go.

“Hey, Fire Lord, your date is here.”

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this. You can call me Zuko, and it is a diplomatic meeting, not a date.”

“You sure? He’s wearing such nice clothes. I can do your hair real quick if you want, get you ready and cute in like five minutes.”

“No, Y/N, thank you. You can let Ambassador Gamu in.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be just outside the door if you need me.”

“Of course.”

Zuko tried to ignore the cheeky blink the Kyoshi Warrior sent his way before leaving his office, a teasing grin adorning her painted face. When Suki told him she would bring the most experienced and talented of her warriors alongside her to protect him and serve as his guards, he definitely did not think he would have to deal with someone like Y/N.

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Oh my God thank you so much for that list!!! I work at a library so hopefully I can get my hands on the comics pretty easily!! Thanks again!!!

of course!!❤️

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Baking and Bonding

Pairing: Damian Wayne + Batmom!Reader

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: Nothing but sugary fluff here

Summary: Batmom spends a Saturday afternoon baking, and ends up bonding with Damian

A/N: Damian deserves all the love, so I just wanted to write a little thing for him. This is also my first time writing for him! :)

It was Saturday, and for once the manor was quiet in a good, peaceful way, rather than the dreadful silence that filled the empty rooms when Bruce and the boys were out on patrol. You’d decided to spend some of the day baking for no reason other than you hadn’t in a while. Things had been hectic of late, but now everything was settled again, you’d decided it was a nice way to relax. 

Just as you finished pulling out the ingredients you needed, you heard quiet footsteps come padding down the hall. A few seconds later Damian appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. He paused, looked at you for a moment, then proceeded to make himself a sandwich. 

“Finished your homework?" 

"I completed it hours ago, Y/N. It was child’s play.”

Of course, it was. You let it drop, turning your attention to the task of measuring out your ingredients. You’d expected Damian to disappear again with his food, so it was a surprise when instead he took a seat on the other side of the kitchen island. 

“What are you doing?” He asked after a mouthful. 

“I’m baking some cupcakes for us.”

“Why?”

You shrugged, “I find baking relaxing, and making something for people is a nice way to show you care.”

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Damian: [going on lunch-dates with his siblings] I have no intention of being your brother Damian: [playing video games with everyone] You’re all just stepping stones to my success Damian: [baking a cake for Y/N’s birthday] Family is a distraction Damian: [in a group hug] disgusting 

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Bat Boy Headcanons Bed Partners

We are looking at the batboys as bed partners. Not necessary with a focus on NSFW themes, but they’re there.

Dick:

-Blanket. Hog.

-Say it one more time, all together now, this man is a blanket hog. After many a night waking with shivers and losing the battle to wrest a sliver of your bedspread to cover yourself (good God, what is his grip strength?), you begin to keep an old comforter at the end of the bed. When it’s time to sleep, if Dick happens to be staying over, you split the blankets in two. He can have the top sheet and the fluffy, fancy duvet. You’re fine curled up in the worn floral cotton cover that had been on your bed in girlhood. Warmth is warmth, Martha Stewart home-goods be damned.  

-The added comforter makes for awkward, bulky snuggling. You tried to maintain the post-coital sleep cuddles a handful of times, but with the burrowing nature of the sleeping Richard, spooning through the night was abandoned in favor of pressing your backs together. Most times, sex or no sex, you take a shower and emerge to find him curled under the fancy covers facing the wall. You know he’s not sleeping, but you both pretend. By the time you’ve gone for a shower, everything that needed saying was said. You creep into bed and settle in. Slowly, wordlessly, you inch together until the lengths of both your bodies are pressed tightly against one another. He even points his toes.

-Bless him.

-In the morning, fucking morning glory jostles you a few times before rolling his entire body weight over you to “squish you awake.” He chuckles and coos at your angry huffs and groans. Asshole.

-He makes you breakfast to make up for the squishing. Gross whole-grain related hot cereal breakfasts, but whatever. He didn’t hafta’ make it, and that’s what counts.

-You’re not a morning person, by nature. The inherent conflict between someone with your night owl tendencies and his cheery, perky, frighteningly sunny disposition before noon tends to cause friction. At least… you expected it to cause friction. In actuality, he’s just infectiously chipper? It’s hard to stay upset when your house smells like brown sugar and fresh fruit and he’s all smiley.

-Damn him.

Jason:

-This poor boy generates more heat than a top of the line WE radiator. We’re talking damp sheets and a bunched up comforter kicked to the foot of the bed every frickin’ night. You own pajamas. You used to sleep in pajamas. Now you’re too damn hot. Not in a fun, hot and bothered way. No. Hot in the “Jason, I swear to God, if you don’t get your heavy, sweaty arm off of me, I’m kicking you” sort of way.

-For the most part, he doesn’t really sleep. At least, you don’t think he does. He seems to nap in quick bursts, but will stay with you through the night without protest or excuse when asked.

-He sleeps so hard when he rarely slips past his usual doze to full unconsciousness that it doesn’t really matter what you say, nothing can be done. You are trapped in the crushing embrace of your sweaty boyfriend.

-At least he mostly smells good, cigarette breath aside.

-You like cuddling. Previous boyfriends had requested separate blankets or a pillow wall because, Jesus, you are a monster. What Jason does cannot be called cuddling. It’s huddling. He huddles you.

-Your back to his chest. One bicep under your neck and, somehow, that same forearm is positioned in a bar back over your chest so your cheek sits on his elbow. Is it still a headlock if done out of affection?

-You don’t know.

-The other arm gets tossed over your belly. It fastens your torsos together with a firm hold kept in place because he burrows that hand beneath your hip. When he takes deep breaths you’re sort of squeezed. It’s a happy turn of events that you aren’t claustrophobic.

-You’re not sure what happens to your legs. You’ve never managed a look down at them while being huddled. Suffice to say that they are not your own.

-When you absolutely have to extract yourself from him, a lot of squirming is involved. 100% honesty, you have elbowed him awake. You had half an hour before work and were dangerously close to pissing your scant pjs.

-Drastic times, yo.

-On the nights when he just naps, mornings are whatever. The huddling is not at DEFCON 1 levels of nuclear crisis, so you just slip out of bed with some wiggling and start getting ready for the day. Within 30-45 minutes, he drags himself out of bed and gloomily sucks down the coffee you offer to him.

-The morning of the elbowing incident he stayed in bed. You haven’t talked about it.

Tim:

-The first time you invited Tim over to stay the night, you tucked yourself in while he was hunched at the foot of your bed working on some big project for his company. When you woke up he… he was at the foot of your bed clacking away on that project. He had not moved. He had not slept.

-Like, thanks Edward. I totally invited you over so that you could watch me snore and drool on my pillow instead of fall into a similar state of vulnerable unconsciousness as a relationship building exercise.

-I’m not inviting you back.

-You do invite him back. You also impound his laptop, his tablet, and his smartphone after 11:30 and physically wrestle him into bed. He resists. Desperately.

·         “I have to finish that in the next  36 hours. I don’t have time for sleep.”

·         “But I’m working on a project for Bruce! I can’t stop until it’s finished.”

·         “I took a long nap today. I’m not sleepy.” (Spoken as he yawns.)

It almost reminds you of tucking your kid brother in when he was spoiled and four, but you don’t want your brain making those kinds of connections, and wait… what? No.

-He falls asleep in exactly 23 minutes. Yes, you timed it. If that’s creepy, you don’t care.

-Once actually bedded, Tim is a pretty ideal sleeping partner. No snoring. No copious drool. Mild mumbling here and there when repositioned. You even manage to arrange the both of you into one of those cute couples’ sleeping positions from the movies with your head all on his chest and his nose resting in your hair.

-It is comfortable for 10 minutes, then you move because your arm is asleep and your neck sort of hurts.

-When you wake up, he is gone. There is fresh coffee in your kitchen and also a note signed with the extremely professional full signature of Timothy Drake. You don’t know what to make of that, and honestly, the fact that it is sitting so neatly beneath a sloppily drawn heart doodle serving as the “sincerely” only serves to further confuse you at such an early hour.

-Nights with Tim are always one of these two options: he is up doing some ungodly thing on the internet or sleeping like a rock that somehow rises gracefully before the dawn and never, never wakes you up to say goodbye.

Damian (obviously, significantly older):

-He is surprisingly calm? You are a bundle of nerves strapped into the fourth pair of pajamas you tried on before leaving the closet, and he’s just standing there in pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt staring at you like, “What the hell took so long? Please tell me you know how to dress yourself by this age.”

-Every time it is like this. This is not the first time you have slept beside him, but you just want to tie yourself into a knot and die because, oh my GOD, why is he so  p r e t t y?  

-Your roles in this relationship are utterly reversed every time it comes down to crawling under some covers. Unfortunately, he even does awkward with more grace than you. Where he usually is painfully formal and stilted in old fashioned ways that amuse you to no end, you’re just like… a mess. A hot mess in blue striped pajamas brimming with nervous giggles and a distinct lack of eye contact.

-He insists that you sleep on the wall side. When you ask, horrified by a premonition of you crushing him in the middle of the night trying to scramble for the bathroom half-asleep, he patiently explains for the seventh time that he has made an honor-bound promise to protect you. You cannot sleep on the outer edge of the bed. If there were to be an assailant, they would have easy access to you while he was hindered by an inferior position deeper within the gully of the mattress.

-Yup. Used the exact words “gully of the mattress.”

-What were you worried about? He’s still your scrub. A pretty scrub, but an awkward scrub who cannot hold a conventional conversation in a bucket with a speech guide.

-When your strange, flighty demeanor calms into your more usual behavior, you settle in nicely. You both like sleeping on your back. He stretches one arm beneath your pillow, and you tuck neatly into his side.

-He is warm. Damian smells like soap and tea and something musky and mannish that isn’t indicative of cologne. It is a good smell, and you always sleep wonderfully when he stays over.        

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PART 3

college batfam/atla smau: you and the gaang are college students at Gotham University. when suki moves out of your apartment, you need a roommate to help you with rent. tim drake is desperate to get out of the manor, so when he hears of your predicament, he jumps at the chance to move in. you quickly discover that the ceo of wayne enterprises is actually a harmless big dork. so why does he keep coming home covered in bruises?

A/N: thank you for all of the love!! i’m so excited for this smau. quick thing you all should know; jason todd is still presumed dead. the public doesn’t know about him yet. also, here are the ages of everybody:

y/n: 20

aang: 18

zuko: 21

sokka: 20

katara: 20

suki: 19

toph: 18

azula: 19

ty lee: 19

mai: 20

dick: 26

jason: 23

cass: 24

tim: 20

stephanie: 20

duke: 17

damian: 15 (i aged him up due to tim being 20 instead of 17)

taglist: @snickerdoodleeee @gogo-is-cooler-than-you @cipheress-to-k-pop @random-fandom-girl-24 @cece-lives-here @hotthotpen @fandoms84 @gokm1023 @394pitterpatterpotter394 @annoylinglyaries

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Hi!! I love both of your social media fics so far and I was wondering if you had any recs for learning more about the batfam?? Since reading your atla/batfam fics I've been wanting to read more about them but I don't know which comics would be a good place to start (or if you learned about them from somewhere else??) thanks!!

YES OK HERE WE GO. first i’ll link a post that gives a brief overview of the characters

brief overview of the boys

brief overview of the girls

dick grayson:

comics:

robin (year one) 2000 - dick’s first year as robin

nightwing (year one) 2005 - dick leaving bruce & striking out on his own

batman and robin (2009-2011) - bruce presumed dead, dick takes up the mantle of batman and tries to mentor damian

nightwing (1996-2009) - great comic series as a whole, but issue #25 has great dick/tim moments

fic recs:

exactly how this grace thing works - dick gets de-aged

field trip - 13 year old dick’s class takes a field trip to wayne enterprises

essential actions - dick spends his first christmas after bruce fired him with the kents

i also would recommend watching young justice to get to know dick, specifically season 1

jason todd

comics:

batman: the cult (1998) - jason’s robin years

batman: a death in the family (1988) - jason’s death

batman: under the red hood - jason comes back to life. and he’s angry.

new 52 red hood and the outlaws - jason gets team

rebirth red hood and the outlaws - jason gets a different team

DCeased - zombie au

titans together (2020) - jason as a titan

fic recs:

a family to die for - jason realizes he’s loved

jason todd is alive - conspiracy theory thread

i recommend watching batman: under the red hood

tim drake:

comics:

robin vol 1: reborn - tim as robin

red robin (2011) - tim striking out on his own after damian takes his place as robin

young justice (1999) - tim starts a team with bart allen & conner kent

fic recs:

young tim explores the manor

tim drake & the good samaratin - tim wants to kill himself. good thing someone stops him.

cassandra cain

comics:

batgirl (2000)

DCeased

fic rec:

murder mystery with tim & cass

cass doesn’t always feel welcome

stephanie brown

comics:

batgirl (2009)

DCeased

fic rec:

damian & steph bond

stephanie at wayne gala

duke thomas

comics:

Robin War

All Star Batman issues 1-9

fic recs:

saga of the bat glare - duke doesn’t understand how the others understand what bruce’s grunts mean

party chaos - duke realizes how insane wayne manor is

damian wayne

comics:

son of batman

super sons

DCeased

batman and robin (2009-2011) - dick as batman

fic recs:

a good place - damian is sent back in time to when bruce first became batman

innocence & experience - damian is sent back back in time (to cartoon young justice world)

i would recommend watching son of batman the movie, batman vs robin, justice league vs teen titans, teen titans judas contract, and justice league apokolips

batfam as a whole

comics:

DCeased

Batman (2017) issue #16

Gotham Knights

fic recs:

colony - collections of one shots with various members of the batfam. very in character. if you really wanna get into the batfam, i def recommend this one

from gotham to miami - dick, jason & damian are sent to miami on a mission.

batfam plays uno

life happens - tim & damian are thrown into a world where everything they know is fictional

keep breathing - damian realizes that jason isn’t so bad

yesterday’s voices - bruce forgets everything from the past five years

christmas eve breakfast

tim and damian have an educated discussion about depression

i would recommend watching lego batman: family matters

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PART 2

college batfam/atla smau: you and the gaang are college students at Gotham University. when suki moves out of your apartment, you need a roommate to help you with rent. tim drake is desperate to get out of the manor, so when he hears of your predicament, he jumps at the chance to move in. you quickly discover that the ceo of wayne enterprises is actually a harmless big dork. so why does he keep coming home covered in bruises?

taglist: @snickerdoodleeee @gogo-is-cooler-than-you @cipheress-to-k-pop

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i absolutely LOVE how Sokka is always the one to think the Wayne’s are the bats. i’m in love with both of your smaus, i can’t wait to see where they go :)

thank you so much!!🥺🥺 sokka just seems like the conspracy theorist, except for when it comes to supernatural things ofc

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& they were roommates

tim drake x reader

PART 1

college batfam/atla smau: you and the gaang are college students at Gotham University. when suki moves out of your apartment, you need a roommate to help you with rent. tim drake is desperate to get out of the manor, so when he hears of your predicament, he jumps at the chance to move in. you quickly discover that the ceo of wayne enterprises is actually a harmless big dork. so why does he keep coming home covered in bruises?

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PART 10

college!atla/batfam social media au: in which the gaang are broke nonbender college kids at Gotham City University. y/n wayne thinks the boy who works at the tea shop is cute. zuko thinks the girl who comes into the tea shop is cute. shenanigan ensue.

taglist (closed): @cipheress-to-k-pop @coldlilheart @thxnderclouds @loxbbg @vrthngiwnt @thanosismybitch @im-in-lokis-army @emmasjulixn @anime-simp​ @professor-hibiscus​ @rosetheshapeshifter​ @cece-lives-here​ @wickdtechnical​ @5sos-wdw​ @iknowrocknroll567​ @silverreading​ @gokm1023​ @ela-ena​ @394pitterpatterpotter394​

A/N: yo guys! so on top of this smau, i’m thinking of starting another one as well. same concept, but backwards. college au, and reader is a member of the gaang at gotham university. it’ll be a tim drake/reader, where tim and reader become roommates. i cant go to therapy rn due to corona so i’ll be doing these two smau’s instead i love u all very much and i’m praying for everyone reading this to stay safe and mentally alright during these scary times!

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Yo, Tumblr's being wack. I found the new SMAU chapter just now instead of it being in my notifs that I got tagged.

i’m sorry! did i spell your username wrong?