more fics about friendships that are structured just like ship fics
specifically like pining ship fics oh my god
forced to share a bed becomes “accidental sleepover, I didn’t realize adults could do this and I should be chill about how happy it makes me, but no one’s ever braided my hair and gossiped with me before, but I gotta play this cool because I don’t want to be pathetic, and I don’t want to be the person who likes the other person more, but g o s h, I want us to be friends, and not just friends, besties”
the coworker at your bakery/coffee shop/library/spy organization who smiles at you every day and asks about your weekend, but you can’t tell if they’re being nice or what, or if they’d actually say yes if you invited them out to coffee to talk about that hiking trip they went on, you don’t want to make things weird but work would be a lot easier if you had a friend
you’ve just moved to a new city and you cannot believe how many times you’ve had to knock on your neighbor’s door, but you didn’t pack like any of the things you need, and they don’t seem effusively happy that you keep asking to borrow shit like a vacuum or duct tape, but they also don’t rush you out of the door, and when you return what you borrowed, they ask you how it went, and one time you told a joke that made them laugh and you felt so good about it, you kept riffing on the joke for the next ten minutes and it isn’t until you went back to your place that you realized what an embarrassment you are
enemies to friends where you have to work with someone that you hate oh my god you hate them, and then you spend time with them, and then you don’t hate them quite so much, but stopping hating them? almost feels like? defeat?? you’ll stop acting like you hate them when they stop acting like they hate you, and honestly you’d really like them to stop acting like they hate you because they are the only other person you know that’s ever shared your interest for cold war spy thrillers and maybe this is the time for the book club of your dreams
your partner has a best friend and you’ve never hung out with them without your partner but now you are coordinating with the best friend for your partner’s surprise party and they are just the funniest, the sweetest, the nicest, the coolest, and suddenly your partner is concerned because you and your best friend are hanging out all the time, which is…great…awesome…….suddenly becoming the third wheel is just the funnest because who doesn’t like wheelbarrows (it becomes a whole Thing, and ends up resolving in a disney channel esque lecture of someone being like "Guys You Can Have More Than One Best Friend”)
you’re lonely and it sucks and it’s not the kind of thing that you can admit because you’ve got your pride, you don’t want to look desperate, you can’t tell people about loneliness without making them wonder what’s wrong with you because shouldn’t you have friends? who doesn’t have friends? but it’s gotten to the point where you look forward to buying groceries because you can make small talk with the clerk, you look forward to work because maybe you can slip in something personal in the course of talking about business, but if anyone asked you how you were doing and if you wanted to hang, you’d panic and say that you were busy. and you want to change. you in fact need to change, but. yeah. it’s not an easy thing. and there’s no easy solution. and this is a 100k fic about you slowly assembling a friend group, while having really zero practical experience with friendship, and it’s a gentle epic with the highest stakes, oh my god, just the highest
you and an acquaintance become friends with benefits. things become unexpectedly awkward when you learn that the real benefit………..was friendship
Girlhood just can't be easy or happy or free, can it?
Got back from taking my 11-year-old daughter to see Wonder Woman, all of us happy and enjoying the empowerment vibes, only to find out police and protective services were waiting to talk to her.
She had to learn right then that a close male family member (one she has always loved and trusted) confessed to sexually assaulting another little girl in the family last weekend, and now all of the children he’s had regular access to are being interviewed to determine if they were also victims.
She is devastated that this man could have done what he did, betrayed that the adult she cared about could hurt a little girl her age, worried for the girl herself, and confused about whether anyone can ever be trusted.
I hate that she has to know this. I hate that she also has to suffer due to the evil actions of another grown man (the second one in her family on that side to have committed this same crime against a little girl).
“I wish we could just go live with the Amazons!” she sobbed to me.
— hating each other before getting to know one another
•arguing until your voice is raw and your face is flushed with blood from every ounce of anger you’ve put into the argument with theo
•theo spitefully calling you “princess” when you argue
•"don’t you fucking call me princess, you fucking asshole!“
• him doing it anyways because the lil shit knows it pisses you off
— him beginning to like your personality
•he likes how you aren’t afraid to tell anybody what you’re thinking. it’s almost as if there is no filter between your brain and your mouth.
•he loves the way you argue with every ounce of your soul. he knows you’re stubborn and that even if you play unfairly, you’ll do it to win.
• but there’s a side of you he’s never gotten to encounter like some of the other pack members, you can be soft and kind and he loves that too.
—him starting to try and get closer to you
• “i know we haven’t been on the best terms since we met, but i’d like to at least try to be civil with each other.”
•you hesitate to agree but he’s got these pleading eyes that you can’t deny anything to.
•"we can make that arrangement. just try not to be such an asshole, raeken.“
—asking you out on a date after a week of getting to know you personally
•although not a very romantic person, he goes all out for you.
•you’re showered with a bouquet of red roses, and it has one white rose in the middle
•he’s the ultimate gentleman around you. opening doors, complimenting your everything, and it’s just really great.
•on this date, you both talk about a lot. he finds that you have a darker past than he originally thought, and that’s why you weren’t trusting of him first.
—stiles eventually finding out about this
•"you went out with, WHO?”
•"stiles, it’s really not a big deal, he’s actually a really great guy.“
•since stiles is like your overly protective older brother, he gives stiles ‘that’ talk.
•"theo, i’m not even fucking joking. if i hear a word come out of her mouth that has anything with you mistreating her, you will not live to see the next hour.”
—finding out about theo and the dread doctors
•"i cannot believe i trusted you. i trusted you, theo! i was warned, i was warned so many times, but i didn’t listen because you seemed like a decent guy!“
•"y/n, I am so, very very sorry.”
•"yeah fucking right. i cannot believe i let my guard down and let you into my life in the first place.“
—not talking to him for two weeks, until your forced to work by his side
•"y/n, please talk to me.”
•"theo, it’s been so hard, i have to literally have somebody take my phone away from me so i don’t call you. so i don’t look at all of our past messages or listen to those fucking voicemails.“
•"i feel it too, i feel that too.”
•"do you? did you feel that way when i left? even though you sit there and flirt with tracey and hayden? even though you sit there and act like nothing is wrong?“
•"i’m a fucking wreck y/n, please understand that.”
•"i am too, theo, but here’s something you don’t fucking understand. i fucking love you and i want to stay away no matter how much it reads me apart.“
—saving you from the dread doctors
•"i fucking told them not to touch you.”
•"theo? what are you doing here?“
•you don’t remember anything before the dread doctors found you, but all you can see if theo frantically untying straps that hold you down and a worried expression on his face. you’re in and out of sleep.
•"princess, i need you to stay awake.”
•theo visibly tenses when you say that
•"we can worry about that later, baby. let’s focus on saving you first.”
—waking up in the hospital bed with theo by your side, other pack members scattered around the room, and some down in the cafeteria.
•you immediately trying to rip the IV’s from your arm, you’re so frightened.
•theo suddenly jumps up and clasps your wrists in his hands
•"y/n, calm down.“
•you start to breathe normally and he lets go of your wrists.
•"i’m so sorry, i can’t even string together words to tell you how sorry i am. i love you so much, i never thought they would go as far as harming you.”
•"theo, shut the hell up, i have a headache, and these lights don’t help. let’s worry about this later.“
—having a long and deep conversation about everything
•"theo, don’t you dare fucking lie to me, not anymore. i told you this in the beginning, and you need to get this straight, i will not tolerate being lied to.”
•"i promise you, i will never lie to you again. i won’t keep anything from you, and you won’t ever have to worry about that again.“
•"theo, you need to tell me everything.”
•and theo does. every fine detail is just one more piece of his broken soul.
Okay so I don’t normally do this, but this has been flooding my brain since I read the 5x22 synopsis. This is my take on what should happen in 5x22 during the party. I really hope you like it xxx
After catching Chase Oliver seemed a bit more relaxed,
in his own Oliver kind of way, but she figured that after all the terrible
things they all had suffered this past year, having something cheerful and
positive to celebrate was just what they needed as a team. Oliver’s birthday
seemed to be the perfect excuse and if she was really honest with herself she
also wanted to do something special for him.
Turns out that arranging a surprise party for someone
whose second name could have been Sherlock proved to be trickier than she
initially figured. Since she and Oliver were in a much better place with their
relationship, him looking over her shoulder happened more frequently, which
made planning everything with him in the room almost impossible. Luckily with
the help of some very bad people, being on the loose thanks to Chase, and
Curtis next to her to help out whenever they were in the field, the party was
arranged in no time and all she could hope for was that until they yell “surprise”
he wouldn’t figure out what was going on.
The plan was in motion. Thea was in charge of setting
up the decorations, Curtis was on ‘cake-pick-up’ duty and everyone else was helping
to get all the final touches in place. All that was needed was the birthday boy
and she hoped that her cryptic text wasn’t going to blow up in her face.
The tracker on his phone notified her he was heading
their way. They put off the lights and kept quiet, listening to his footsteps
as he headed for the front door. He opened the door stepping inside and just
when they were ready with their “surprise” he spotted Curtis in the corner of
his eye and put him down on the floor ready to punch the hell out of him.
He looked up at everyone standing around him and that’s
when he saw the banner ‘Happy Birthday Oliver’. He let
Curtis go and she could swear she saw a bit of a blush on his cheeks when
Quentin not so subtly made known that he told them a surprise party was a bad
Everyone laughed it off and in a moment everything was
forgotten and all anyone could concentrate on was the food and champagne.
Laughter and smiles was something they didn’t often
get to see with this specific group of people. The change in pace was welcome
as she looked around the room inspecting the people that have become her
family, some old and some new, but they were her real family none the less.
She missed the face she really wanted to see in the
room, but then she spotted him. He was standing out on the balcony. She always
thought of the balcony as ‘their spot’.
Even when they were not together she went out there alone or to meet Oliver
when he conveniently ‘forgot’ the
loft had a front door.
Familiar butterflies formed in her stomach the closer
she got to the balcony. He was leaning over the railing, looking over the
twinkling lights of the city. The memories of a simpler time flooded her mind,
but things were different now. So much had happened between them.
“I’ve been looking for you.” she said stepping
outside, but he kept his eyes fixed on the view in front of him. The corner of
his mouth twitched up, giving a small smile at the sound of her voice.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just…I needed some air.” he
answered, his voice low.
She stopped next to him, placing her hands on the
railing. She looked out in front of him admiring the view, but trying to get
her breathing under control. Ever since they got trapped in the bunker
something shifted between them. Things between them were lighter, easy again
like it was before and even though it was hard to fight their attraction since
their little ‘slip up’, it was even harder to fight the sexual tension now.
“Was it too much too soon? I’m sorry I didn’t even
think that it might have been too overwhelm…”
“No…it’s perfect.” he cut her off, looking at her for
the first time since they were alone. The heat of his hand linked with hers immediately
filled her whole body and she had to fight the urge to kiss him right then. “Thank
you for this. I…this was so thoughtful and I lo…I really appreciate it.” he
added as he looked at her, swallowing thickly for what she can only assume was
almost a slip of the tongue. He didn’t keep her gaze for long when he turned and
looked back over the city, but his hand remained linked to hers.
“So what’s up then? Is there something wrong?” she
asked cautiously. She didn’t want to risk pushing him into telling her
something that might push them back to a place where they were distant again.
“For almost a decade I either didn’t know when my
birthday was or it just didn’t feel like celebrating, with the exception of
course when we were on the road trip and you went out of your way with the
sparkles and ice cream….” he chuckled shaking his head.
“Yeah, that was an interesting experience.” she
laughed too, blush forming on her cheeks as she thought back to their time
“But even then…let’s just say that to me celebrating
my birthday was celebrating my life and looking back at my life there was just
nothing worth celebrating…I wasn’t worth celebrating.”
“Oliver…” she started, placing her hand on his arm, looking
at him, getting herself ready for another pep talk, but he didn’t give her a
“For ten years Felicity I have looked at myself in the
mirror. I have looked at the man I am and every time I look at myself every
scar, everything that I’ve done is reflected back at me in that mirror and that
was a reflection of someone who didn’t deserve a birthday cake or candles or a
song, it was the reflection of a damaged, broken man.”
He looked sad, but there was something different in
the way he looked at her right now.
“I was so convinced after all these years that I wasn’t
worthy and you were right, I kept on hanging on to the past, I kept on
reverting back to who I was because I thought that I had to live up to my
father’s legacy, I had to right his wrongs, but after everything that happened
with my father recently, I realised
you were right again…”
“Shocker.” she teased lightly bumping him with her
shoulder and the sadness in his eyes changed into something lighter.
“I know I made mistakes, but I know that I can’t
continue to hold on to a legacy that’s not mine. I have to be my own man and
create a life where I can leave a legacy for William….and hopefully more
children to come.”
“I promised you that I would never lie to you again
and I know that right now might not be the right time to say anything, but I
can’t keep this from you any longer. I’ve made mistakes Felicity and I can’t
promise you that I will never make mistakes again, but I’m trying every day to
make a choice to be me, to discover who I am….and who I want to be. Felicity
I love you and that’s never changed. I tried moving on, I tried seeing where
other paths would lead me but every path I’ve taken has led me right back to
She sucked in a breath hearing the words. Her heart
swelled with so much love and emotion she had for this man standing in front of
“I told you before that the way you make me feel is
the best part of my life, Felicity and I meant it then and I mean it now. I don’t
know where you are right now where we are concerned and I need you to know that
me saying this is in no way pressuring you to act on it, but if I’m going to be
honest with myself and honest with you I can’t keep running circles around my
feelings for you….”
She leaned up and pressed her lips against his,
swallowing whatever words were supposed to come next. It was gentle at first,
but after almost a year of ignoring what was between them, he responded
immediately and he deepened the kiss. His tongue begging for entrance and she
opened up for him in an instant. She draped her arms around his neck and in
kind he pulled her closer to him wrapping his arms around her waist. Their
closeness and tasting each other after so long just fuelled the fire that’s been
simmering inside of them, but she knew they were not alone and even though she
would love nothing more than to get lost in each other right now, they had to
She slowed the kiss, and he understood exactly where
she was going. He pecked her lips a few times and ended with their lips
lingering, breathing the same air as they tried to find their footing back to
“I love you too.” she whispered, looking up into his
eyes opening slowly after hearing the words.
Curtis was right. Even after everything they’ve gone
through one thing hasn’t changed and that was the way that he looked at her.
His eyes were flooded with so much love and even though she knew there were
going to be challenges in their future, she wanted him to look at her like that
for the rest of her life.
“What do you say you get these people out of here
then, so I can ravage you.” he said with a smirk on his face.
She immediately left their cocoon and stepped inside
“Okay everyone!” she announced, “thank you for coming,
but this party is over.”
Steph’s Note: Guys, it happened!! I’m so excited to share this fic with you guys! I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to collab with Ren for my first collab and I am so excited about sharing this with you guys! I am so happy with how this fic turned out and we hope you love it as much as we do!
Ren’s Note: @alexanderhamllton This is a long time coming, you guys, my first collab with Steph! I am so happy at how this fic turned out, writing for Oak is always really fun to me and being able to do it with Steph was such a bonus! We really hope you enjoy boxer!reader and oak because we certainly do <3
Word Count: 4,155
“You won’t believe who is here to train this morning!” Betty’s voice was a little bit above a whisper as you walked into the gym you went everyday.
“Good morning to you too, B.”
“I’m serious! Do you know how Broadway is producing a musical based on Rocky right?” You nodded. “Well, the cast decided to train here!” You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her excitement. “What?”
“You’re boy-crazy, Betty. You have a problem.” You answered, taking a sip from your water bottle. “I have a heavy training today, wish me luck!”
“Ha-ha. You’re so funny.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you wanna know their routine?”
You roll your eyes as you start to stretch your neck. “I don’t have time to worry about what boys are here training” you explain.
“They aren’t just boys, they are hot Broadway actors!” She whispered, her eyes moving from you to the sound behind your back. “Look at them, they’re like sculpted or something!”
Character: Seungyoon (Winner) Word count: 1894 Summary: Your daddy was kind and very caring. He loved to look after you and pamper his baby. But one thing he did not tolerate was disobedience | #smut
Winners kinks are: here! :) ty you for the request, anon, I’m so deprived of winner :/ and I’m trying to improve my smut so hopefully that shows :p
Seungyoon is a gentle daddy, for the most part. He wipes away crumbs from your lips, brushes your hair and ties your shoelaces for you. There was nothing but care behind his gentle touches, that made you trust him so much. You always listened to your daddy. However, there were times when you didn’t. And for all his kindness, Seungyoon did not tolerate any disobedience.
There has been a lot of debate in the fandom for over a year now about whether Oliver should’ve fought harder to make things right with Felicity after the breakup. Everyone has their own definition of what “fighting for Felicity” means, and I won’t speak for everyone. I can only speak for myself and relay my own hopes and frustrations.
Today @emilytbett was nice enough to share with us the autographed script she received of 4x16 in which Olicity recite their vows.
It was actually so beautiful and amazing to see how the actors contributed to the script and really made the characters come to life in that scene. I think we all needed to see this and be reminded of why we’ve been staying with the show even when we want to scream and throw things at the TV.
There are many reasons why I’ve been upset this season and why I felt like I was pushed to my limit with 5x15. And it’s seeing this beautiful script and what we could’ve had that has made it hit home. I am one of those fans that strongly believes Oliver should’ve fought for Felicity, especially after he said these vows. With lines like “You will always be the best thing about me for the rest of my life” and “I will never lie to you again. Ever, ever again,” how could we not believe Oliver would’ve done everything in his power to make things right with the love of his life?
Some fans argue that Felicity firmly closed the door on a reconciliation, and it wouldn’t have been right for Oliver to pursue her. But fighting for Felicity, to me, was never about Oliver coming on too strong or pressuring her to give him another chance romantically. I actually think the two did need to take a break and be apart for a while during hiatus. They both had a lot of heartache and issues to process and work through individually.
But where I think the writers truly did the characters and fans a disservice in Season 5 is by not having Oliver become a living embodiment of these vows. Flirting with Felicity and asking her out was not how Oliver needed to fight for Felicity. To truly make things right, he first needed to apologize for lying. A simple, heartfelt “I’m sorry” to show that he was genuinely remorseful and understood how he hurt her. Nothing is more powerful than actually hearing the one you love say the words.
Then, every day after that, Oliver needed to show he’d changed through his actions. That meant being a good friend and partner by making sure Felicity had support after her paralysis, job loss, and Havenrock. If anyone understands the effects of trauma, it’s Oliver. They didn’t have to be big scenes because, let’s be honest, Arrow more often than not has issues with pacing and giving sufficient time to hit the emotional beats. These moments are usually small but powerful blips that we either re-watch or gif the heck out of to catch all of the subtle nuances. But small, consistent moments of Oliver asking about Felicity’s day or if she’s okay when she seems off would’ve gone a long way. Heck, even something as simple as bringing her a coffee or Big Belly Burger (I know he’s a food snob but Felicity loves the salt and grease) after a long day would’ve meant a lot.
In turn, we needed to see Oliver being more open and honest with Felicity about his past and how he felt going forward facing various challenges (both as the mayor and Green Arrow). We saw a promising glimpse of that in 5x02 when he mentioned the Bratva to her.
However, he reverted to old habits in 5x04 when he lied about rescuing Dig. Maybe Felicity does need to be the one to make the first move and give Oliver a sign that she’d be open to giving him a second chance, but it’s a total Catch-22. Oliver can’t make a move until Felicity is ready, but Felicity probably won’t be ready until she sees an actual positive change in Oliver.
Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ve seen that positive change yet. If anything, it seems to me like the writers have regressed Oliver yet again (maybe even more than in the past). Having him apologize and doggedly pursue another woman who isn’t even worthy of the effort sends the wrong message. Watching Oliver do this for another woman (one that Felicity knows is shady and has hurt people she’s cared about) does not communicate to Felicity that he’s thinking clearly or learned from past mistakes. I won’t even get into Oliver asking her to help him fix things with EWR, because there aren’t enough words to describe my utter disgust with that move. I think it hurt Felicity way more than she let on to see Oliver fighting for someone else but not even attempting to apologize to her for his lies or obliviousness to her pain after he “killed” Billy. In seeing Oliver put his own needs above hers yet again, I think it became the deciding factor (or last straw) in Felicity seeking support elsewhere and joining Helix. And until we see Oliver man up and stop being so self-absorbed, the “rebuild” just isn’t going to be effective.
Oliver and Felicity do love each other. They’re soulmates. No one can convince me otherwise. Seeing the 4x16 script reaffirmed the deep love they shared, and I’m not saying they can’t get back to that. But it’s going to take time and effort. I think a single conversation won’t be enough to fix them this time. The reason Season 2 and, yes, Season 3 (despite the angst) were so great for Olicity was because the subtle moments (though they tortured us at times) slowly added up and fit perfectly into the big picture of their relationship. The rebuild has to be the same way and, personally, too much bad drama in Season 5 has happened for me to feel good about a reunion just yet. Oliver still has to be a better man so that he can realistically pull Felicity out of the darkness that’s consuming her. Blind optimism (blatantly trusting the wrong people) is not living in the light, and his actions have to start reflecting the change he’s claiming to make. It’s the only way he can even deserve the possibility of a second chance with Felicity. Right now, I’m hoping that by the finale Olicity have grown individually and we get an ending similar to Season 2 where there’s a strong indication of a reunion coming in Season 6.
Will the writers actually do this? Who knows?! The Olicity love is definitely there and if the writers know what’s good for them (and their ratings), they’ll quit their failed experiment and actually embrace the elements that made this show so successful in the first place. How this plays out will be a mystery until the finale but what’s an absolute necessity for me as a viewer is seeing Oliver get out of his own way and fight for the woman he loves. Felicity deserves it. Oliver deserves it. We deserve it. And it’s totally okay to not accept anything less…
Prompt 14: the reader finds out all the horrible stuff Jason has done and he's afraid he's gonna lose them
I’m so sorry it took so long to get this out to you!! I’m an awful person and I apologize. I hope you enjoy it, love!!!
“I used to do a lot of things.”
Key Words: “Used to”
Jason Todd, the name of your boyfriend. He had his secrets, but who didn’t? You sure as hell did, though yours weren’t quite as big.
As told to you by the Red Hood helmet currently resting in your hands.
Jason and you have been together for sometime now, but you still knew very little about his job. You knew it was at night and was for a security company. Which you found plausible because of his amount of firearms.
But you didn’t ever understand how he could get so injured when he told you he was working at a concert or exhibit that night. You’ve seen him come back to his apartment with cuts and bruises.
You didn’t live together but you stayed over sometimes, causing you to see the wounds. Once you even had to pop his dislocated shoulder back into place… ew.
You were staying at his apartment on this current night. Coming through the door you saw the place in disarray, something uncommon for the normally neat Jason.
Though remembering him saying he got called out on an emergency, you figured that was the reason for the mess. Deciding he would most likely be tired coming back you began to pick up the discarded items of clothing and putting his random stuff into his bedroom closet. Where you’d previously seen the items.
Though the stacking and shifting of items made the once tucked away helmet come crashing to the floor and find it’s way into your hands.
It explained a lot honestly, but you still couldn’t help but feel betrayed by him.
Entranced at the red surface you were oblivious to the door opening.
Jason walked through the door of his apartment. Seeing it picked up and noticing your shoes and jacket. “Hey babe” he yelled into the apartment while removing his shoes and jacket as well.
Walking further into the apartment, “[F/n]? calling once more. “Sorry I’m late but thanks for picking up. You’re the —-” his voice caught in his throat upon seeing you exit his room, the helmet in your hands.
All of the worries he had of you finding that came to the forefront. He always wanted to tell you he was Red Hood, hell he wanted you to move in with him. But his fear of losing you due to his past was too much of a risk and kept him from it. What if you hated what he did before and left? He’d be devastated.
So, instead he stood there frozen like a deer in headlights.
“Well?” You asked, the betrayal laced in your voice. He opened his mouth to speak but resulted in his voice catching in his throat. “Jason, why do you have this?” you yelled, sick of his silence.
“I-I” he sputtered. Unable to form words, let alone a sentence. Taking a deep breath he confessed, “I’m the Red Hood”
“When were you going to tell me?” You questioned, tears stinging your eyes and throwing the helmet to the armchair. How could he keep something like this from you?
He went to say something but instead diverted his eyes from yours.
“Oh, I get it” a breathy laugh or more scoff escaped your throat. “You weren’t going to tell me” shaking your head at him.
“[F/n] I wanted to tell you, I-I just couldn’t” he said desperately trying to express his reasoning.
“Why?” your voice was breathy and quiet.
He ran his hands through his hair before walking to sit on the couch. His head burying in his hands.
Sighing you walked around the couch and sat on the coffee table, facing him. He looked up at you.
“[F/n] I…” he paused, “I used to do a lot of things. A lot of bad things”
“I know, I remember the news stories.” You had seen all of the headlines about when the Red Hood was taking out all of the crime lords.
“I didn’t want you to find out about the person I was. I wanted to start new with you. Please don’t be mad with me, I’m not that person anymore. I need you.” he explained, not breaking eye contact with you.
“Jay, I’m not mad about what you did. What I’m unhappy about is that you lied to me for so long. Coming back with bruises and dislocated joints, god knows what other injuries you’ve obtained.” You revealed softly, his shoulders relaxed some. “I just worry about you.”
“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you. I just didn’t want to risk losing you, I love you.” He took your hand in his and brought your knuckles to his lips.
Your eyes softened, “Just promise you’ll tell me truth from now on.”
“I promise. No! I swear that I will never lie to you again. And I’m going to start right now.” After saying that, he went on to explain everything that happened to him. About his mother’s addiction, his life on the street, then being robin, his death by the joker, his resurrection and becoming Red Hood, and finally his reconciliation with his family.
“Is this why you never wanted me to meet them, because they’re all heroes?” squeezing his hand.
He nodded, “I have to ask you something though” giving you a small smile. “What is it?” running your thumb over his knuckles.
“Will you move in with me?” You could see the worry of rejection in his eyes. Smiling you leaned in and softly connected your lips to his, “I basically live here already” you chuckled.
He smiled before pulling you onto the couch with him. “I’m so relieved you understand”
“I’m glad that there’s no more secrets” you smiled nuzzling into his chest.
“Never again. And I’ll have to introduce you to my family now” he proposed. Grin growing, you nodded your head “I’d love that.”
“But for now, lets just enjoy this” you added before pecking his cheek. He smiled before pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your temple.
“I love you [F/n]” he said into your hair.
“And I love you.. Red Hood~” You teased before he pulled you closer chuckling. He’s always such a worrier.
Maybe a part 2 where the reader meets his family? Perhaps?
"People don't hate Roman the person. They hate his character and how he is booked."
This is the biggest lie ever told. I never want this ever uttered again.
Because if this was true, people wouldn’t be throwing stuff at him or trying to shove him down stairs. Or saying gross shit like raping and killing his wife and daughter in the guise of a joke. Or sending him death threats. Or like yesterday by saying he should have died instead of his brother.
So, no. That piece of shit lie lost power yesterday for good. If I see it again, you will get called out.