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ᯓ DICK GRAYSON .ᐟ has a staring problem. that much is evident as the man watched you from across the little cafe you both had walked into almost twenty minutes ago. it didn’t matter what you were doing or if you even looked at him back, his eyes remained on you—a small pout gracing his lips whenever you both locked eyes.
but why was dick seated at the opposite side of the cafe instead of sitting with you? the answer is quite simple really. dick grayson just didn’t know how to keep quiet. you loved your yapper, right hand on the bible you would never take his yapper trait for granted but! there is moments in time where you just needed to focus.
that moment was now. you had a big paper you needed to complete and you needed to lock in. dick offered some coffee and fresh air and you accept with the notion that he allowed you to focus on your paper. he agreed, but you should have known that he couldn’t last a minute before he began asking you random questions.
eventually you packed your stuff up and moved to the opposite side of the cafe, ordering him to stay seated until you were finish.
he listened this time, opting to use this moment to distract himself by calling almost anyone and everyone to complain about how mean you were being. when that quickly got boring he decided he was going to participate in a bit of role playing.
he stopped pouting and starting winking at you every time you glanced over towards him. he then moved on to ordering your favorite pastry, telling the waiter to deliver it to you making sure they referred him as some random man in the corner over there.
you smiled softly, shaking your head in disbelief as you finished typing your last paragraph. dick swooned at your smile, till this day it made his heart beat just a bit faster. “hey beautiful, you come here often?” he said as he neared you, taking the seat from another table to place besides you.
you ignored him, which in turn only egged him on “i couldn’t help but notice you from my seat over there, you have a beautiful smile—give me another one?” still you stayed silent, fingers typing away at your keyboard.
“or what about your number? can i have that? promise i’ll call you” you sighed in relief, as the last word was typed and your draft was officially completed—ready to be sent to alfred to proofread as he was the only one you trusted to do so.
now dick can have your full attention. “maybe we could just skip the conversations and head to my place? its not that far from here” he cheesed as you let out a soft snort at his words.
“excuse me ma’am is he bothering you?” you both looked up to see the waiter who served you your pastry that dick had ordered not that long ago.
“he is yes, but thats why i love him”
“i get to bother her for life” dick happily held up his left hand, showing off his wedding band with pride.
໒꒰ྀི๑• ༝ •๑꒱ྀི১ CHUBBYBUUNYY
I read Jason seeing sweetheart!reader on a date and omggg he’s so annoying. But ya know…in a good way it feels so real.
I like that the reader does still obviously have a backbone even if she’s too nice to say much.
Absolutely following you now can’t wait to see your other work! 💗
he can be so annoying 😭😭 always beating around the bush!! i struggle writing this reader because i would be full on yelling and swearing at him.
and im happy sweetheart’s personality is coming through because i didn’t want to make her a pushover or anything. she’s nice, but isn’t afraid to hold jason accountable!
Omg I read Jason avoiding sweetheart!reader and I do not usually read sort of angsty stuff but it was SO good. Ugh my heart literally ached reading it.
I’m glad I read Jason taking care of drunk sweetheart!reader after bc it was soooo cute and it made me feel better.
Anyways I saw you made another one so I’m gonna go read that I just wanted to say I feel like captured Jason’s personality so well you’re a very good writer.
Hope you’re having a good day or night or whatever else!!! 💗💗
thank you so much!!🥹🥹 i’m always nervous that i’m not writing jason’s personality right because it’s hard to capture, so this means a lot. happier(ish) parts are coming up haha
jason todd seeing sweetheart!reader on a date more jason x sweetheart!reader here
jason’s night was shit. patrol ran late, gotham decided to be particularly charming in the early hours of the morning, and now he’s standing outside a coffee shop at noon with dried blood on his knuckles and a headache threatening to split his skull. all he wants is a black coffee. any other day he might’ve indulged in a sugary donut, but he’s sick of everything today.
he pushes through the door. the little bell above it rings, warm air hitting his face as he steps inside. it’s a quaint place. fairy lights line the ceiling’s perimeter, potted plants live in the corner, and the baristas don’t try to make small talk with him. his shoulders relax at the smell of freshly brewed coffee. who knew that all it took was some caffeine to calm red hood.
just as he’s about to stroll up to the counter, he hears something familiar. the sound of your laughter makes the hair on his arms stand up. his head whips toward the noise, and there you are—the reason for his particularly sour mood lately.
his first thought is shit. his second is that you look pretty. you’re sitting across from some guy near the window, both hands wrapped around a mug as you listen to him talk. there’s a smile on your face—and it’s real.
jason stops walking. his entire body tenses. he shouldn’t be surprised. you’re allowed to date. even more so after whatever shit he pulled at the manor. you’re allowed to meet people. you’re allowed to have a life that doesn’t involve him. still, something unpleasant twists in his stomach when the guy makes you laugh.
Hi! I have a request for Frank, maybe something like him and reader get into a heated argument about something and makes reader cry. They end up making up at the end
“stop that.”
you let out a watery laugh, immediately swiping at your cheek with the sleeve of your his sweatshirt. “i’m not doing anything.” you blink, keeping your eyes glued to the ceiling.
“yeah, you are.”
“you say mean things then get mad when i cry.” you grumble under your breath. warmth buzzes through your face—you’re not sure if it’s anger or embarrassment.
“stop.” his voice is rough. he’s not angry at you. whatever anger he had before is long gone. he’s disappointed at himself.
you shake your head, turning away before he can get another look at you. the sleeves of your sweatshirt wrinkle in your fist. absolutely not. you are not doing this. not in front of him.
“hey.” his heavy footsteps come toward you. “look at me.” his voice is still gruff, but there’s a soft whine at the end of his sentence.
still looking away, you shake your head no. another tear slips free. your sweatshirt clad hand covers your mouth. “no.”
frank castle keeping an eye on younger!ex!reader
frank has been watching you for the better part of an hour. you know—obviously. he isn’t exactly subtle about it. he’s never subtle about anything when it comes to you.
you’d caught him outside when you arrived. caught him again when you went to the bathroom. then when you looked through the window and saw him standing across the street, arms crossed, staring directly at you. so naturally, you decide to make it worse.
the guy sitting next to you is cute. pretty, actually. sharp jawline, doe eyes, plump lips. the type of face that never saw anything real. never experienced any conflict besides daddy taking away his credit card. the kind of guy your friends would immediately approve of, and, more importantly, the kind of guy frank absolutely hates.
you laugh at something he says. then lean a little closer, letting the bare skin of your thigh brush his. you even flutter your lashes at him, nodding with every word like you actually care. it’s the classic combo that always riles frank up.
outside, frank’s expression doesn’t change. which is almost more irritating. but this is how the game of cat and mouse always goes. so you push further. another laugh. another touch. another ten minutes.
