Titans Oneshots & Imagines!!

Dick Grayson - Telephone

So I'll just tell my telephone
All of the above when I'm alone

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Why did cooking have to be so damn hard?

This thought crossed your mind multiple times while you were attempting to make dinner, in preparation for a nice evening that you and your friends had been planning for a couple of months now. It had been far too long since you'd seen them, seeing as you moved into the city for work after college and you were all busy living your lives.

You really didn't understand it. You'd made the same dish so many times before and it was delicious! Of course, the one time you screwed up was when you were cooking for other people with almost no time to fix it. They were meant to be arriving in just over an hour, and you still had to do some last minute cleaning, fix food, and shower before they came.

Long story short, it really wasn't your evening.

And on top of that, there were a million and one sauces to choose from! You felt like you had been stood there for hours, just staring blankly at a wall of sauce jars with absolutely no clue what to do. It was extremely awkward, as you'd always be in someone's way, and so frustrating that all you wanted was to pick something up and go home.

But your mind was just not processing anything, meaning you continued to stand there like a lemon for another five minutes.

"Hard choice to make, isn't it?"

It was a voice to your left, making you jump out of your skin. You had fully spaced out, and suddenly realised how weird it must have looked to the other shoppers around you.

You nodded and mumbled a quiet agreement, fixing your gaze on the bottom shelf of jars, too embarrassed to even look at the guy. You shifted your weight onto your other foot timidly.

Why did he have to have a nice voice?

A beat of silence.

"Maybe I could help you? You seem to be having trouble deciding."

Oh god.

You were mortified. It showed just how stressed you were because you normally don't get embarrassed easily, but in that moment you were horrified. You knew you shouldn't be - he was only trying to do the right thing and help you out - but the worst part was that you actually kind of needed his help.

Help. From a stranger. Picking out a pasta sauce. That was what your life had come to.

"That would be a big help." You said, still refusing to look at his face.

"Okay, well, what are you making?" He asked friendly and you told him, to which he hummed in reply.

"Well, I really like this one," He pointed to a smallish jar on the shelf and you studied the back of his hand. Small scars, some old and some fresh, flecked his skin. He was wearing a dark brown leather jacket, to which the sleeves covered his arms from the wrist up. "But it's not enough for more than one person. If you wanna get multiple, the costs add up."

You bobbed your head in understanding, gulping at the subtle strength in his gestures.

"But," He continued, tapping a short fingernail on a larger jar so that it made soft clinking noises. "If you're cooking for everyone, this guy is probably the one you're looking for. It's a good price too."

The jar the man picked had the friendly face of an old man plastered across it, all rosy cheeks and toothy grins. You also saw a nice yellow tag labelling the shelf declaring it on offer. That was good enough for you.

"Thank you for your help." You reached out to take the jar but underestimated the weight of it, and it slipped out of your grasp and went careening towards the tiled floor.

"Watch out!" The man lunged down and shot out his hand with lightning speed, grabbing the jar before it smashed and created a bloody murder scene at your feet.

Your heart had stopped in that instant and plummetted to your stomach, which left you feeling suddenly awake and hyper-aware in the aftermath. He had just saved your sauce, and your shoes.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Thank you for... saving it."

You trailled off as you finally faced the mysterious man, meeting his blue-eyed stare for the first time. The leather jacket you'd noticed before hinted at the strong bicep muscles and toned shoulders underneath. His gaze was razor sharp yet kindness softened his features, and strands of his dark brown hair fell into his eyes before he ran his left hand through it.

Oh no, he's hot.

He handed you the jar of sauce with a coy smile, and you hurriedly placed it in the basket at your hip before you accidentally threw it to the floor again.

"No worries," He chuckled. "That's kinda my job, saving things."

Your eyes found his again, though this time there was a deep sadness lurking there, as if he had lived a thousand years and still had thousand more to come. However the look was gone as soon as it came, jarring you in a weird way.

"I'm glad I could help. It was nice meeting you, and - uh - good luck with the pasta." He nodded and smiled briefly, pressing his lips together in a line before walking away down the aisle before you could thank him again.

You pulled out your phone to check the time, shaking your head in disbelief and to calm down your racing heart, and cursed out loud. You'd been in the store for twenty minutes and you only come for snacks and a jar of pasta sauce.

As well as that, you had a text from your friend (F/n) saying that they were in a taxi heading your way, and that they'd be at your apartment in another twenty minutes.

Still kind of weirded out by the encounter with the stranger, you called (F/n)'s number while you jogged to the nearest checkout.

"Hello? (Y/n)?" Your friends voice yelled down the phone, meaning they were likely caught in the noisy afternoon traffic as they headed downtown. You sighed in relief.

"Yea, it's me. Hey (F/n), I just called to say that I may be running a little behind schedule, so food may not be ready as soon as you get in. Sorry about that."

"Oh sure, no worries. Is everything alright? You sound a little worked up."

You glanced around the store as the cashier scanned your items, but the kind stranger was nowhere to be found. Either he'd slipped into the storeroom at the back or he'd magically disappeared. You could see the whole store from where you stood, so he must have disappeared.

"Yea... I just had the weirdest encounter with this guy at the store..."

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Hi guys! I know it's pretty late but I just had an idea and I had to get it down. I thought it was pretty cute in my head so I hope it turned out that way!😅

Anyway, I made this to celebrate the release of Waterparks' live album, filmed at the show I was at!! I had forgotten how much I loved this song (and show!) so I wrote an imagine based on the story behind the song. :)

As for requests, I am working on a part two for My Hero and for Walls, so keep an eye out for those. 👀

Hope you enjoyed!! Xx