In Ice We Trust, Masterlist

In Ice We Trust, Masterlist ✨

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A fake dating, hockey player!Jason x Reader AU

1. The one with the deal

2. The one with the spontaneous Pizza Party

  - the one with the supply closet incident 

3. The one with actual hockey

- the one without a tooth and with a confession

- the one with the plankton meme

- the one with the boyfriend material photo

4. The one with the party

5. The one where Jason’s all in his head

6. The one with Christmas Eve Eve

❝where two are joined, relentlessly❞ | bruce wayne

VIII. happy birthday, mr. wayne.

❐ parts: previously / next

❏ plot: celebrating the birthday boy is hard when he doesn’t want to be celebrated. baby steps. romance, humor, tooth-rotting fluff, domesticity, bruce wayne is a taurus agenda.

❐ pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader.

❏ words: 4.7k.

❐ warnings: none!

❏ a/n: I’ve proofread this once and I think I caught everything. lord help me if I haven’t 

May, last year.

The lack of ornamentation should have been your first and biggest clue as to where Bruce Wayne might be today, though you still ask, “Where’s the birthday boy?”

You’d expected the penthouse to be wrought with decorations the minute you arrived, baubles and flowers and desserts being set up around the house for the occasion. Alfred, of course, hadn’t warned you of any such plans before you left work yesterday. You’d just… assumed. 

Dressed in his usual attire (not even donning a chocolate covered apron!), Alfred laughs for barely a second, “Hiding away from people who call him ‘the birthday boy’. And what in the world have you got in your hands?”

You roll the piece of ceramic in between your hands with concern, more aware of the lopsided handle than before. You’d worked the thing into the best mug shape your novice hands could manage, carved a “W” on both sides, painted it black and gold, and hoped for the best, “It’s… a mug. Bruce’s present.”

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loveisland!universe

come meet the cast of love island 2022, with lots of drama, scandals and love to be found within the villa…

[ chronologically ordered ]

episode 1

introductions

initial pairing

first chat as a couple

cuddle before bed

episode 2

harry’s an ass kinda guy

a challenge sparks jealousy

first kiss

a touch of drama

davide chats to y/n

they’re clearly in love…

episode 3

a very handsy y/n and harry

nicknames

amber and harry chat

episode 4

ekin-su is here to stir trouble

ekin-su chats to harry

applying suncream

luca kisses y/n for a dare

episode 5

there’s a re-coupling

episode 6

“wanna be my girlfriend?”

episode 7

harry defends y/n

it’s just them

MIDNIGHT LOVE

summary: in which you find yourself in the company of jason todd at midnight in the manor.

pairings: jason todd x female reader

warnings: none that I can think of, fluff, jason todd loves jane austen

word count: 1k

a/n: this was inspired by @stxrryskygrayson’s recent jason fic i loved it sm <3 creds to the artist for the fanart, I’m fr obsessed with it

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The soft glow of the fireplace brightened up the room, it was silent except for the flickers of the flames and the occasional turn of a page, almost eerily silent if it was anywhere else except for Gotham.

The sounds of the busy streets could be heard from the Manor, the lights were off throughout the manor and the halls were empty as she tiptoed her way through the Wayne Manor. She had been there for a couple weeks as a favour from Tim who she struggled to look for that very moment. She hadn’t spoken to the rest of his siblings other than Dick, Damian preferred to analyse her from a distance and Jason rarely spoke to her unless he had to, which rarely happened since he’s hardly around.

“Damian, stop glaring at her like that.” Dick ruffled Damian’s hair, causing the younger boy to aim his glare at his brother instead, Alfred gave her a sympathetic look before continuing to move around the kitchen.

“Jay said he’d meet me in the cave twenty minutes ago, have you guys seen him?” Tim questioned as he walked into the room, causing everyone to shake their head in response.

It was late, she knew that but she also knew the Wayne family lived on an entirely different clock than the rest of the world and had hoped someone would be awake.

Even though many people come in and out of the Manor, she had never felt lonelier, everyone had their own jobs and vigilante missions they did at night while she stayed in the Manor, she felt like a ghost, wandering around the darkened halls to find company. She was grateful of course, anyone would love to be staying in a place like this, however she hadn’t known the price for luxury would be loneliness.

Making her way to the main room, she noticed the soft flickers of the flames in the fireplace, casting a soft glow in the room. The curtains remained open,

Allowing the twinkling lights of Gotham to peer into the room, from where she stood she could see a light beaming into the night sky, the recognisable bat signal that towered over the city.

She hadn’t noticed how long he had been sitting there until she heard the low rasp of his voice, unusually soft for someone who donned the name ‘red hood’ as a vigilante.

“you're just going to stand there?” He questions, eyes not leaving the book he read as he sat facing towards the fireplace.

The flames casted a warm glow on Jason’s face, causing his demeanor to look less intimidating than usual, he sat with one leg resting on the thigh of the other, his usual leather jacket had been discarded for a simple black T-shirt.

She didn’t realise she was staring until he mentioned it.

“So you’re just going to stand there and stare at me, huh?” He continued sarcastically before finally looking up at her.

“Oh- I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She finally spoke out, he shook his head in response, motioning at the chair across from him, asking her to sit.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, thought you left.” He spoke as she sat down, glancing at the books scattered on the table in between them and picking one up.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone or get in the way of everything.” She hesitated, eyes glancing over at the book in her grasp, taking in the worn cover and the annotations on the first couple pages, the unmistakable ‘property of jason todd’ scribbled at the front.

“Can I?…” she asked, signalling at the point in her hands, Jason nodded in response before going back to his own book, every couple moments or so she’d notice him jot something down on the edges of the page before continuing to read.

In her grasp was a heavily worn copy of pride and prejudice, she knew by the condition of it that he had read the book more than once. Each time he had read it he’d add something new to his annotations.

For a while the two sat in comfortable silence, as if they’ve done it a hundred times before, she didn’t feel the need to say something to fill the silence, allowing the words on the pages in front of her to take over her mind instead.

Occasionally she’d glance up and watch as he read, watching as his gaze moved across the page, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, she couldn’t help but admire him as he did so, knowing he was too busy in his own bubble to be disturbed by her actions.

Her eyes traced over the scars littered over his face and arms, scars that were clearly once knife wounds. Every couple moments he’d stretch his arms as if leaning his back on the chair caused him discomfort.

She was in awe of him, watching as his fingers gently turned the pages, the gentleness of his actions a stark contrast to his vigilante actions.

Her eyes would flicker back to her own book when she’d feel his attention waiver, not wanting to be caught by him but once his sharp eyes met hers she knew she was caught, quickly glancing back at the book in her lap to pretend she hadn’t been caught.

He cleared his throat, hesitating before speaking.

“You can keep the book, if you want.” He offered, glancing at the book in her hand, she followed his gaze before looking back at him, attempting to cover her surprise.

“I’ll give it back once I’m done.” She offered and he hummed in response, she stretched her arm out in front of her, reaching for a pen from the pack that were scattered on the coffee table before moving to add her own annotations to the book, brows furrowed in concentration.

She missed his soft gaze on her, watching as she flickered through the previous pages to add more annotations, missing the beginning of a smile to form on his face as he continued to watch her before shaking his head and focusing his gaze to his book.

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Subtle Chase (Regulus Black)

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request: reader is determined to be regulus' friend, regulus is reluctant and wants to be left alone. so why does he despise it so much when he is? // click here to read request

author's note(s): i don't know how I feel about this one yet. but i hope anon enjoyed this! i tried my best and i do like it but i feel like it isn't what anon wanted??? idk im insecure LMAOOO, i just hope whoever requested this enjoys it as well! also i am shit at titles, sorry about it

disclaimer: jealous!regulus but it's cute lmao GIF ISN'T MINE

pairing: regulus black x reader

word count: 1,499

You had no idea when this situation catapulted into where you were now. All you wanted was to make Regulus your friend, your comrade. And perhaps you did have a small crush, who wouldn’t? However it was easier said than done, way easier. To start off, he would not even give you the time of day. He’d ignore you, walk away from you, and even once told you that you’d never be friends.

To be fair, he said you couldn’t be friends, and in your very being you knew it was because of the pressures he had as a pureblood Slytherin. They rivaled every house in Hogwarts, even amongst themselves.

He didn’t have the support of anyone else and he couldn’t risk losing the few friends he did have, even if he did think you were really pretty.

So you made it your mission for the past school year to become friends with him, and since Slughorn’s party was coming up you thought it would be great to go together. Let him see just how intelligent and fun you are.

So as you walked through the large double doors of the great hall you scanned over the heads sporting silver and green until they spotted neat black curls, a smile instantly making its way to your face.

You walked happily, a small beat in your step at the prospect of finally making a break, you were very optimistic despite your track record with him, “Hello, Regulus! Do you mind if I sit here?”

You spoke to him as you placed your books on the open seat next to him. He looked up at you, with all the annoyance of the world on his face and ready to tell you no. But your big round eyes softened him up, made his heart feel mushy and warm, and he despised it. ”You already set your things down, didnt you?”

Your smile remained strong, unwavering as you sat beside him, “So, how has your day been so far?”

Regulus remained quiet, reading over his potions essay and trying his best to ignore you. He didn’t want to crack, he built walls, kept people like you away from him.

“My day was pretty uneventful, just studied for the exam we have for def-”

“Is there a reason you're here? I’m quite busy.”

He waved his parchment paper around in front of you,

“Oh-right. Yes, I was actually wondering if you’d like to accompany me to Slughorn’s party. As friends, obviously. But I figured since we’re the only two people he invited from our year it would be nice to show comradeship.”

Your smile was sincere, “Why would you think I would want to go with you?”

Your face fell, and something dropped in the pit of his stomach but he couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth, “Besides, I am already taking someone else, and you and I are not friends.”

You cleared your throat, before nodding quickly, “Right, sorry.”

You picked your things up swiftly and left without saying anything. Regulus was trying his hardest to push down the guilt he was feeling in the very center of chest. He kept telling himself that he didn't care for you, the two of you had no type of relationship or friendship. So why in Merlin’s name was he feeling like someone was pulling at his heart?

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It had been several days since the last encounter with Regulus, and before this you were adamant on making him your friend. But no longer, the last time really stung. So you tried to forget and push him to the far back of your mind and pretend he never existed. He didn’t have to be so mean. And as a last stitch of effort to ease the disappointment you were feeling, you had now made it your mission to forget him.

Regulus knew it too, he was way too mean, and as the days went on and your random pop-ins stopped, he grew lonely. He’d never admit it, but it was true. He’d catch himself looking for you in the sea of people and make himself stop.

However tonight you caught his eye before he even realized he was looking for you. Your gown was a dark green and glittered off the reflection of the light. It complimented you so well and Regulus felt his throat tighten up. He felt warm all around, until he saw the 6ft something Ravenclaw smiling brightly at you, with your arm entangled around his.

It made his chest burn at the thought of you being here with anyone else. How did this even happen? You were asking him to attend with you just a few days ago, and now here you are.

He started making his way towards you, until Slughorn stopped in front of him, with three of his very influential friends and he had no way of escaping him. However his eyes followed you around the room, and the hand that lingered on your lower back.

He was fine with keeping a watchful eye on you, it made the simmering of his chest ease up when he knew where you were. That was until you had both been pulled into a conversation and you didn’t even bat an eye in his direction. Giggling quietly with whatever his name was as he whispered in your ear over the loud music. Regulus cleared his throat, trying to get your attention but you continued to ignore him.

You felt your heart begin to beat harder against your chest as Regulus reached out for you when he was close enough, “Can we please talk? Now?”

He looked insistent, and desperate so you excused yourself quickly and followed behind him as he held onto your wrist gently.

You made it to the most secluded part of the room and it was until then that he dropped your wrist. He paced back and forth in front of you “Is there a reason you took me away from Ph-”

“Why are you here with him?”

His arms crossed over his chest as he waited for you to answer, “I beg your pardon?”

“Why are you here with him? You had asked me a few days ago and now you're here with someone else.”

Regulus knew he was being irrational, but he couldn’t think straight, you just looked so pretty and you were ignoring him and he hated it. “That is none of your business.”

“I know.”

“Then?”

He didn’t know what to say, but you were finally acknowledging him, and he felt shy under your stare so he mumbled out quietly, “I don’t like you ignoring me.”

“You are so bloody confusing you know that? I wanted to be your friend, you didn’t want to be my friend. So I left you alone, but now you don’t want me to leave you alone? I don’t think that is fair to me.”

“I know that too, I don’t know. I just don’t think you need to be involved in all of this and I thought I was okay but then you show up here, with that oaf and-and I can’t stand it.”

“Philip is not an oaf!”

Regulus felt his eyes roll to the very back of his head at the mention of his name, “You know, even if we did become friends, I could still have other friends.”

“I don’t like him.”

“You don’t even know him!”

“No well after tonight I have seen enough.”

“This conversation is going nowhere, so I’m leaving.”

You began walking away from him but he reached out for you once more, “Okay-okay, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be telling you anything, and I regret telling you no, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I also think you didn’t need to parade him around and ignore me but that's something we can talk about another day.”

You laughed quietly as he continued to ramble, cheeks flushed up as he ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, I get it, you desperately want to be my friend, you can’t live without me.”

You pushed at his chest playfully to get him to ease up, and tried to stop the smile that was stuck on your face as Regulus flushed darker.

“I really want to get to know you, and hopefully have you stop thinking I’m such an asshole?”

“I never thought you were an asshole-”

He gave you a ‘seriously?’ look, “Okay, maybe the last time we talked I did think you were. But clearly I just made you nervous.”

His face cracked a smile, “Exactly.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Hey-”

You laughed quietly and moved yourself away from the wall as he spoke quietly, “So, friends?”

‘’More or less.”

You smiled as you made your way back towards the crowd, feeling a small flutter in the pit of your stomach as he laughed and followed behind you before stopping abruptly, “Wait a minute, where is your date?”

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