Wingman
Summary: Jason is too scared to talk to you, thank god his best friend has his back
Warnings: alcohol consumption (minor), swearing
Jason wasn’t the biggest fans of bars. Drinking brought too many demons to the surface, combined with his family history of addiction, it wasn’t his favorite place. But, at Roy’s insistence, he went to the bar instead of spending another solitary night cleaning guns and equipment. Jason talked in clipped sentences, letting Roy carry most of the conversation. His attention was currently divided by the fact that he didn’t want to be there, and you, the woman across the bar who caught his attention. You were dancing, talking, and laughing with what looked like a small group of friends. You had this carefree energy about you that made Jason smile. Your energy was infectious and he couldn’t help but want to be near you. He quickly realized how creepy he probably looked staring you down and took a quick sip of his drink. After realizing Jason was not listening, Roy followed his gaze across the bar to you and smirked. He nudges Jason with his shoulder who is, temporarily, knocked out of his trance.
“She’s pretty. You should go talk to her instead of staring at her like a creep,” he says. Jason scoffs, crosses him arms, and leans back in his bar seat.
“Yeah right,” Jason replies rolling his eyes.
“Why not? It’s obvious you think she’s attractive. You’re not an ugly dude, I could probably have her swooning over me in a minute, but I’m sure you have a chance,” Roy teases and he swears Jason actually growls at him.
Since it's mid-august it's time for a reminder for the DIY folks or those who like to cosplay
It's about that time of year again, and after having this circulate for a year now, it interesting seeing some observations:
- Despite making this post in August, this post spikes in brief periods throughout the year, depending on when folks like to start.
- Reading all the cool costume projects people are working on
- Some of you animals reblog this on November 1st
THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN 2 (2014)
this exact scenario occurs every couple of years when they release a new spiderman
*HUSBAND MATERIAL: a harry castillo x reader story.
Three times Harry tried to propose, and the one time he finally did it.
- warnings: mdni, established relationship, reader is afab and goes by she/her, vomiting, allergic reactions, unspecified age gap (harry is late 40s, reader's age is not mentioned apart from being younger), eating/descriptions of food, 3 + 1 trope, wealth gap, alcohol consumption, harry's family being kinda shitty, hospital visits, matching tattoos, no use of y/n, hopefully this makes yall giggle, pure fluff.
- word count: 4.4k.
- fox says: hi friends, thank you for reading! no smut on this one, sorry! i've never written for harry before so i'm sorry if this feels a little ooc. the picture above is just for aesthetics (i'm so in love with this dress its no joke) and there is no physical description of reader. as always, please let me know how we feel!
- also available on archiveofourown.
I hope your abuser dies. Alone. And painfully.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝓸𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞
.☘︎ ݁˖. in which Dick Grayson tries to guess the flavour of your lip gloss, and keeps getting it wrong!
.☘︎ ݁˖. warnings: none, just light fluff and kissing!
It started as a harmless, slightly silly game during a rare quiet evening in the Manor. You had bought a set of fruit-flavored lip glosses on a whim, and after applying a generous swipe of a sweet, shimmering formula, you challenged Dick to a blind taste test.
He had taken to the "rules" with suspicious enthusiasm.
"Okay, close your eyes," you instructed, sitting cross-legged opposite him on the couch.
Dick leaned in obediently, eyes shut, a handsome, lopsided grin pulling at his lips. He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing gently against your jaw, and leaned in to press his lips against yours. The kiss was soft, deliberate, and just a fraction longer than a simple taste test strictly required.
He pulled back, lingering close enough that you could feel his warm breath. He tapped his chin, putting on a show of deep, intense concentration.
"Strawberry?" he guessed.
"Not even close," you laughed, shaking your head. "It’s watermelon. Try again."
He leaned right back in, capturing your lips once more. This time, the kiss had a bit more weight to it, his touch sliding from your cheek down to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair. He parted his lips slightly, tasting you properly, pulling you in until your chest was pressed against his.
When he finally broke the kiss, he looked down at you with heavy-lidded, innocent eyes. "Hmm. Still hard to tell. Raspberry?"
"Dick," you said, brow furrowing as you studied his face. "It tastes explicitly like artificial melon. How are you getting raspberry?"
"Hey, my palate is refined for Gotham takeout, not cosmetic fruit," he defended, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Give me another try. I’ll get it this time, promise."
You reapplied a fresh layer of a different flavor—this one distinctly vanilla—and sat back. "Alright. New one. Go."
He didn’t hesitate. Dick pulled you into his lap this time, his hands settling firmly on your hips. He leaned down and kissed you deeply, taking his time, making a slow, thorough work of tasting every drop of gloss on your lips. By the time he pulled away, your heart was hammering against your ribs, and your lips felt warm and thoroughly kissed.
He rested his forehead against yours, breathing softly. "Cherry?" he asked, sounding entirely sincere.
You blinked, staring at him. Vanilla was practically screamingly obvious. There was no way a trained acrobat, detective, and sharp-eyed hero couldn't distinguish vanilla from cherry.
You narrowed your eyes, watching the subtle glimmer of mischief in his blue eyes and the slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his face.
"You're doing this on purpose," you accused, poking his chest.
Dick’s smirk widened into a full, unabashed grin, his arms tightening around your waist to pull you closer. "I don't know what you're talking about. It's a very difficult test."
"You knew it was vanilla the second you kissed me, didn't you?"
"Maybe," he admitted, unrepentant, trailing a kiss down to the corner of your jaw. "But if I got it right on the first try, the game would be over. And why would I stop a game where the punishment for losing is getting to kiss you again?"
You tried to hold a stern expression, but the warmth in his eyes made it impossible. "You're terrible."
"Terrible, but effective," Dick hummed, his lips brushing against yours once more. "Now... what's the next flavor?"
-> short fic but it’s cute so it does the trick!
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i like when a piece of media says that an all-powerful character "sees humans as insects" because that really could mean a lot of things. maybe they view us as insignifigant and will squish us under their boot. maybe theyre actually studying and cataloguing us for their thesis paper. maybe theyre campaigning for human protection because we're an important part of their ecosystem. maybe they see a human and go "ew ew ewwwwww someone get the cup and get that FREAK out of my house." .
when i reblog something for a mutual and they reblog it from somewhere else #WELCOMEHOMECHEATER
Hypothetical situation. If you said Bruce should’ve let Jason kill Joker and someone else replied with “it’s a movie not real life, the events still have to happen,” how would you reply? I’m just like and, cause even tho this is fictional and for the plot, I’d still want Joker dead.
no same. like, okay and?? i still want that man dead. nothing changes the fact that he's gotta go
THANK YOU! This was about another hero situation but it’s basically the same concept. Yes I want the bad person dead. No idc about the plot. I actually know so much about the plot and THATS WHY I WANT THEM DEAD! Honestly the whole “we don’t kill, that’ll make us just like them” storyline is kind of old. Jason Todd you’ve never been wrong in your life.