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marauderundercover · 3 years

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This Side of Normal Ch. 8

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Marinette was seriously considering murder. She was pretty sure Jason would be able to help her hide the body, he was a lot stronger than her. But murder was seriously on the table. Why has she decided to break that one golden rule, you might ask? Lila Rossi. The bane of her existence. The very reason they were spending two fucking weeks in the crime capital of the world instead of their original destinations. But no, Lila just had to convince Mme. Bustier to take them to Gotham. And then, as if making Marinette plan a million things last minute wasn’t bad enough, Lila decided to talk. Nonstop. Throughout the entire first half of their tour of Wayne Enterprises. The only thing keeping her from strangling the girl right now was the promise of coffee in the cafeteria. She didn’t need food, she needed coffee. And then she’d go right back to plotting murder. Would anyone look in the river for her body?

“Whatever you’re thinking, I’m sure you shouldn’t do it.” Adrien says, pulling her out of her murder plot. She glares at him.

“I’m planning a murder, and I don’t appreciate you interrupting me.” She deadpans.

“Murder’s bad, Mari. We don’t murder people.” Adrien sighs, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

“Maybe you don’t murder people. I’m thinking about branching out.” She hums, getting in the line for coffee. Adrien huffs and grabs her arm, tugging her behind him. She immediately starts whining, reaching out towards the coffee booth.

“Mari, you need actual food. You can have coffee after you eat something. I know for a fact you didn’t eat breakfast.” He says, staring her down. She huffs, crossing her arms.

“You’re not my dad.” She mumbles, turning away from him.

“Why the hell are you all pouty?” Jason asks, walking up to the two. Marinette smiles briefly, then drops her face back into a scowl.

“Someone is keeping me from my coffee.” She says.

“Good job kid!” Jason says, high fiving Adrien. Marinette’s jaw drops at the betrayal.

“Honestly rude. Guess I’m not gonna ask you to help me anymore.” She says, sighing dramatically.

“Help with what?” He asks, frowning.

“Murder. She wants to commit a murder.” Adrien says, rolling his eyes.

“Who’re we killing?” Jason asks. This time it’s Adrien’s turn to drop his jaw, Marinette laughing loudly.

“Ha! I told you Jay would help me!” She cheers, shooting Adrien a smug smile.

“Marinette! Lila needs your help carrying her tray.” Mme. Bustier instructs, walking over to the trio. Marinette immediately frowns, looking over at Lila who was carrying a tray. Just fine.

“Uh, looks like she’s got it.” She says, nodding towards the liar.

“Well, she got it okay, but she needs someone to carry it to her table for her.” Mme. Bustier says, frowning.

“And one of her friends can do it. I’m not getting out of line for my own lunch just to carry Lila’s tray Mme. Bustier.” Marinette argues, crossing her arms.

“Marinette-” She starts, then stops when she realizes Jason isn’t one of the students. “Very well. But we’re going to talk about this later.” She adds before walking away. Marinette rolls her eyes.

“Is she the one we’re murdering?” Jason asks, leaning down a little so he could whisper.

“Nope. The one whose tray I was supposed to carry is the one on my list.” Mari says, nodding towards the girl who was now fake crying.

“Jesus. How does anyone put up with her?” He asks, face curling in disgust. Marinette shrugs.

“At first I thought she was Meta. Now I think my classmates are just idiots.” She says simply. Jason snorts.

“I believe that. I’m gonna go grab you a coffee. As much as I’d love to help you commit a murder, pretty sure the boss would be pissed.” He says, ruffling her hair before walking away. Marinette turns to Adrien and gives him a smug smile.

“Ha, bitch.” She says, snorting as he starts spluttering.

“You can’t just say that, Bug!” He whines, before turning to order his food. Marinette snorts.

“Sure I can.” She says in English, before quickly switching to Mandarin and lowering her voice. “I’m a seventeen year old ex-superhero, I’m allowed to say bitch.” Adrien just snorts, thanking the lady and grabbing his food so that Marinette can order. Once she has her food, she follows Adrien to an almost empty table in the corner farthest away from their classmates. She smiles at the person at the other end of the table, Dick Grayson. He was their tour guide and had dealt with their annoying ass class surprisingly well. She was tempted to make him a certificate if he lasted til the end of the day without losing his sanity. Plopping down in her seat, she starts eating her food slowly, watching Jason across the room at the coffee booth.

“Mari, he said he would get you coffee. He’s gonna get you coffee.” Adrien says, nudging her side to try and get her to actually eat.

“You don’t think he’d get me decaf, do you?” She asks, remembering the time he’d brought coffee to one of their late night training sessions. It was decaf then, he claimed that she needed to be able to sleep after training. She argued that she needed to stay awake and do homework and commissions and some lameass decaf coffee was not going to help her do that. She just hoped he would take pity on her and get her actual coffee this time.

“I think I’d get you decaf,” Adrien starts, dodging her attempt to whack him. “But, I think Jay’s a little nicer than me today. Probably since he hasn’t seen us in awhile.” He muses. Marinette stops trying to attack him, nodding in agreement. He’d be more likely to give her decaf tomorrow than today. So it was still safe to trust her coffee order to him. For now.

“I’m sorry, did you say Jay?” Mr. Grayson asks, catching her attention. She glances at Adrien who just shrugs. She knew the two had talked earlier, but she really didn’t want to accidentally get Jay in trouble.

“Uh, yes?” She says, wincing at the awkwardness.

“You know Jason.” He says, and she nods, frowning.

“Yeah, we got to know him last year when he was on a business trip in Paris.” She explains, dodging around the whole ‘he trained us as heroes and then found out our identities and helped us take down a supervillain’ part of it. “We ended up getting close and we’ve kept in contact over the last year.” Mari adds, confused as to why Mr. Grayson looks so lost.

“Really?” He finally asks.

“Yeah. He’s basically like our big brother.” Adrien adds, obviously sensing that Marinette was getting uncomfortable.

“Hey Dick, long time no see.” Jason snarks, putting Mari’s coffee in front of her and plopping down in the seat next to Adrien.

“Jason. So you have two new siblings?” He asks, gesturing to Mari and Adrien. Jason nods.

“Yup. And they’re loads better than you lot. Pixie Pop here even said I could help her with her first murder.” Jason teases. Marinette’s face instantly heats up, as she turns her glare to Jason.

“Jason!” She hisses. He’s lucky he’s on the other side of Adrien.

“Wait, you two are brothers?” Adrien asks, and Marinette blinks. Oh, yeah. Wait, what.

“You didn’t know?” Dick asks. Adrien looks at Mari who shrugs. She definitely hadn’t known. She’d assumed Dick was one of Jason’s bosses.

“Yeah, unfortunately this dipshit is my older brother. Adopted, of course.” Jason says.

“We also have two other brothers and a sister. And some unofficial siblings.” Dick adds, making Mari raise an eyebrow.

“All adopted?” She asks. Adoption was no joke. It was crazy expensive in the US.

“All but one. B kinda adopts every dark haired, blue eyed kid with trauma that he meets.” Jason says, smirking at Marinette’s face.

“I’m feeling attacked right now. Are you attacking me? If anyone has enough trauma to be adopted by a serial adopter, it’s Adrien. Not me.” She says with a pout.

“Hey!” Adrien objects. Marinette looks pointedly at his arm.

“Your arm was cut off by your supervillain father who was an emotional terrorist for over three years. That’s a shit ton of trauma.” She says as he pouts.

“Yeah, but if I get adopted in the US, I’d never see you anymore.” He points out.

“But you’d see me all the time.” Jason teases. Adrien grins.

“That’s right! Okay, sorry M, I’m gonna get adopted here.” He says with a wide grin.

“Traitors, the both of you. Mr. Grayson, how’d you like a new little sister? I’m officially disowning both of these losers.” Marinette says, ignoring the indignant squawks from Adrien. Dick snorts, a wide grin stretching across his face.

“Sure kid. And call me Dick. Do you happen to know any acrobatics?” He asks with a teasing grin. Mari smirks.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” She says. Dick freezes before a huge smile makes its way onto his face, his whole body shaking in excitement.

“Wait, really? You’re serious?” He asks. She nods. “That’s awesome! Sorry Jay, I’m stealing this one.” He says. Jason scowls.

“I don’t think so. I’ve known Pixie Pop longer, therefore, she’s my sister.” He says. Adrien clears his throat. “Our sister.” Jason amends, nodding to Adrien.

“But she’s an acrobat! You know I’ve been looking for someone to teach trapeze to!” Dick whines. Mari’s eyes light up and she starts bouncing in her seat.

“Wait, trapeze? Seriously? Where? Oh my god, that would be so much fun!” She squeals, suddenly actually excited about being in Gotham.

“We have one at our house, you guys have to come over! I could show you the basics.” Dick suggests, still grinning. Marinette turns to Jason, waiting to see what he’d say. If Dick didn’t know Jason, she’d never consider going over and learning trapeze. But since he’s Jason’s brother…..

“Ugh, fine. But if B ends up trying to adopt both of you, you can’t blame me. I wanted to keep you away from him. You’re the one who got suckered in by the damn trapeze.” Jason gripes, leaning back in his seat. Marinette just grins at him before turning back to Dick to figure out the specifics. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be that bad.

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taiblogcomics · 3 years

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All Out of Outlaws

Hey there, that live service you paid for but only used once. I hope you liked last week's anniversary review as much as I liked writing it. Now we're back to the usual stack. We're on a streak with Red Hood junk, so let's get back into it~

Here's the cover:

Since it's an anniversary issue of its own, the cover is way glossier and higher quality than usual. I don't object to homaging most of Jason's old teammates in the sky, but why the fuck is Crux there? Like, why would you remind us of Crux? Nobody liked Crux, nobody even remembers Crux. At least he's partially covered by the logo, but not nearly enough. Like, Isabel's worth way more of a cover appearance than Crux. Anyway, other than Crux, this cover's pretty good. Very movie poster-esque.

So this book takes place "one month ago". That somehow means it takes place after issue 48, AKA the unnecessary tie-in issue, and that other story arc that ended last issue. You got that? One month ago is after the tie-in story, but before the story that just ended. You can tell all this because Bizarro is still here instead of trapped in hell, and Jason Todd's narrating to himself about how Punchline tricked him regarding Duela Dent. Yeah, there's no moment showing how he realised this, even though that'd make good story in itself. No, he's just here because he's already pissed at the Duela deception.

After the flashback, we return to the present. This is after issue 49, just so you know where we stand. It's pretty clear Artemis and Jason have just slept together. That... seems odd to me. It's odd to them as well, so that's forgivable. Jason acknowledges that really he just needed some human contact. Because, like, Roy is dead, Bizarro is in hell, and Starfire is in space. Thankfully, he mentions Crux not at all. Jason thinking Crux is a friend worth missing would be more disbelief than I can willingly suspend. Anyways, they're interrupted by a welcome sight.

The loud yelling returns us to seeing Monsieur Mallah yell like a drill sergeant at the Outlaws of Tomorrow, or whatever those kids were called. You remember them: Devour, Doomed, Cloud 9, DNA, Babe in Arms and Mombie (which I swear I came up with before it was ever written in an issue), and Vessel. Anyways, they were my favourite part of the last dozen issues or whenever they first appeared. Jason points a gun at Mallah to try and get him to stop yelling at the kids, and Ma Gunn calls him out on it. Basically, she's hired Mallah and the Brain to train these kids, since Jason keeps skipping out on it. If he disapproves of her methods, then he should train them himself. He concedes the point, and opts to leave the kids in her care.

Jason leaves, heading up to Dr. Veritas' lab. This is where Duela's ended up after they rescued her from the flashback. She's alive, but part of her recovery has been reconstructive surgery. Her repaired face has basically left her non-verbal and mostly unresponsive. Jason has a plan, though. It's probably supposed to be his pocket, but I swear it looks like he's taking this out of the fly of his jeans. That's extremely worrying, almost as worrying as what actually happens: Jason hands her a rubber Joker mask, and she puts it on. With her "face" restored, she starts laughing--and doesn't stop. Jason wonders if this was a good idea after all. I'm gonna go ahead and venture "no"~

Following that, we advance three weeks, where Duela has been doing physical therapy in Suzie Su's private gym. She's been struggling, and is still mostly non-verbal, but at least communicates in laughs and animal noises. Jason decides the best way to get her to improve is to taunt her. Surprisingly, it works: when he dumps enough insults, she's able to stagger to her feet well enough to attack him. He says he knew she could do it with the right motivation, and she's pleased with herself. Pleased enough that when the time skips ahead again, she's perfectly verbal once more.

This scene takes place in a graveyard. Not just any, but the very grave that Jason once upon a time clawed his way out of. Naturally, she thinks that's cool. This is Jason's "don't make the same mistakes I did" lecture, but Duela doesn't want to hear it. She's too mad at Punchline and Joker for treating her like shit. Jason understands, but he says he'll be there for her when she decides to change her mind about being a crazy psychopath. They both return home to Ma Gunn's, but while Jason laments some thoughts to Artemis, Duela decides to escape. Just like the teen she is.

Partway off the grounds, she actually encounters Pup-Pup. Yeah, the talking Superman plush doll is still somehow hanging around. I might pick on this series a bit, and rightly so sometimes, but how many other comics do you know where a sapient talking plush toy of one of the world's greatest heroes is a recurring character? That's fantastic. That's exactly why I read comic books. Anyway, she stops to chat with Pup-Pup, because when life throws that much weirdness at you, you stop and interact. She relays an exaggerated version of her backstory to him, talking about how her father beat her while her mother laughed, and she killed them both in the end. Pup-Pup sees right through it, and the pair of them end up hanging out all night until Jason finds them both asleep in the yard the next morning.

So it's a bit later, and they're in New York. A bank's been broken into by... Agent Smith from The Matrix?? It's a group of guys in shades and suits who are all identical and refer to themselves as sharing a single collective mind. I don't care that they call themselves "The Chairmen", that sounds like Agent Smith to me. Fortunately, the Outlaws are here to beat them up. Joker's Daughter and her pal Pup-Pup have joined as the pre-requisite third member(s), but partway through the fight, the strain of the fight causes Duela to have some sort of mental break.

Very suddenly, it's no longer funny for Duela. She's not into the violence or death. She is just a teen, after all, and I guess it built up over time. The rest of the Agent Smiths are dealt with while Jason comforts Duela and removes the Joker mask from her. No doubt he's going to store it back in his trousers. And so, after the fight, Duela gets cleaned up, dresses like a normal person, and returns home to her parents. Artemis imparts the wisdom that it doesn't matter how you live, as long as you're living the way you want, it's the greatest act of defiance there is. Jason also allows Pup-Pup to stow away in her backpack, just to keep an eye on her.

After returning Duela to her home, Jason and Artemis ride on for a while. Then, abruptly, Artemis pulls over. It's as far as she's going, at least with Jason. But they both agree: he doesn't need her around anymore. He's a capable guy who can stand on his own two feet. And so Artemis also departs, she taking one road, and Jason driving down the other. And that road Jason's on? Why, it's the road home. The road back to Gotham. Jason muses that he was an okay sidekick, a crap supervillain, and a great outlaw. But what he was most of all... was a good friend.

I’m gonna say to start out with that I think this is a good issue. Heck, I think this is a great issue. It’s very character-driven, which is kind of what I always want in these things. Would much rather read something that develops the characters than just another fight scene.

I guess the issue, then, is A) does the character development make sense, and 2) do we care? And honestly... I don’t really care that Joker’s Daughter got a happy ending. Nor do I really feel it was earned. We’ve followed the character’s entire history on this blog, after all. Honestly, it probably would have made a lot more sense if she’d stayed on as part of Generation Outlaw. I just don’t think there was any build-up to her sudden realisation that “oh crap, everything I do sucks”, and thus her sudden retirement/redemption doesn’t feel earned.

But hey, at least Crux wasn’t in it~

Next issue, Jason finally goes solo!

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 4 years

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You Deserve a Love...Chapter 9

Damian Wayne x reader

Tag: @slowlydrowningme @hhhellish

Link to Inspo Post: Post

Summary: Questions, questions, only one could shock you quite like this

Word Count: 1626

You woke slowly, something that’d become more and more common in the several last several months since your relationship with Damian became more serious. Your personal favorite mornings were exactly like this: slow morning, waking naturally, snuggled up in the arms of the man you loved, in a bed that felt like it was the size of your entire bedroom back at your apartment. The gentle hand running through your hair told you that Damian was awake and also enjoying the lazy atmosphere.

“G’morning,” you muttered, palm running up the length of his back as you hugged him close.

“Good morning, habibati.”

Oh, the things that sleep-rough voice of his did to you.

“Sleep well?”

“I always do when I’m with you.”

There was a pause. “Then why don’t we make it permanent?”

You could feel your eyebrows scrunch up as you leaned back enough to look at him. “Care to run that by me again?”

He moved to press a kiss to the underside of your jaw. “We hate being apart, I love you more than anything, and you have never backed down when I’ve told you the truth about me. Even Father’s other wards cannot say the same about their paramours. Be with me forever.”

He looked a little startled when you jerked forward to press a hard kiss to his lips before answering. “Yes,” you breathed. “A bazillion times yes.”

A rare, broad grin spread across his face. “So how do you want to do this?”

“How have we done everything else? Act then tell. Though I suppose they’re gonna freak if we just do it.”

“Do you really care?”

“Not really.”

“Exactly as I thought.” A sweet kiss was graced to your forehead. “Then we will spend the day making preparations. What do you need to accomplish?”

“Assuming we’re going on a trip, I’ll need to pack and get my cat to someone who can watch him.

“We are. We can take him at the same time we take Pennyworth and Titus.”

“Pet bonding,” you laughed. “Here's hoping they get along.”

“Moving into a new apartment shouldn’t be too difficult,” Damian mused. “A moving company should be able to get everything packed and here by tonight.”

“Fair point. I love you, but I’d rather not live with your dad, and Titus won’t fit at my place. Wow, they really are gonna throw a fit when they catch wind of this . . .”

“You like seeing them squirm.”

A sadistic grin made itself present on your face. “Yep! But we should probably get up. Apparently we’ve got a lot to do today.”

Eight hours later, flights and lodging were booked, a (shockingly large) penthouse was bought, everything was at least in your new home, and the pets were getting along surprisingly well. Exhausted, you flopped onto the bed (the only piece of furniture that was actually setup) face-first. You only enjoyed the peace for a few brief moments before a heavy weight settled on your back.

“What--” a look over your shoulder answered that question before it fully left your mouth. Titus had dubbed you as his bed, and was now pressing you into the mattress. “Comfy there?” you chuckled. The presence of the man-sized dog did bring to light an issue that you hadn’t considered before. “Hey, D?”

“Yes?” he called from across the apartment. Just how muffled the sound was really drove home the scale of your new home.

“We’re gonna need a bigger bed! Mine isn’t big enough for the big baby!”

“We can look into that when we get back.” Now his voice was much closer. And there he was, smiling from the doorway at the sight of the two of you lounging. “Jason agreed to take care of them while we’re gone. He will be setting up and staying in the guest room.”

“He ask where we’re going?”

“I told him the truth; he will run interference for us. Keep Grayson and Olivia from getting too nosey. Drake and Gordon will likely respect our wishes for privacy on our trip.”

“We’ll be lucky if they don’t realize we moved.”

“I would expect nothing less--”

“From the family of Batman, I know,” you rolled your eyes. There was a certain tightness in the set of your fiance’s shoulders that made you frown. “What’s wrong?”

“My father knows. He called after I talked to Todd.”

Referring to Jason by his last name, not a great sign considering how much closer they’d gotten in the last few months. “What did he say?”

“He has . . . differing opinions about romantic attachments than the rest of us. He views them as an--”

“Unnecessary risk. I remember.”

That opinion had proven to be quite the issue in the early days of your relationship. Bruce’s unwavering view about how dangerous it could be to have such attachments nearly drove Damian to cut his ties with you altogether. One of the only ways you’d gotten his (in the loosest definition of the term) was to have Damian start teaching you self-defense, and even then he only admitted that you helped temper Damian’s ego. Nothing more. Alfred was the one that made you welcome at the manor when you crashed there with Damian.

“He was surprisingly in favor of it,” only his green eyes showed his shock.

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

“He said his gift would be to help make any changes to this place we wanted.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Why do I feel like Alfred talked down his initial reaction?”

“Because I wouldn’t love you if you were an idiot.”

“Gotta be smart to keep up with a family of detectives, I guess,” you smiled. “Love you too, baby.” You blew a kiss in his direction. “So now that we’ve got your dad’s approval, is there anything else we need to worry about before we leave?”

“Jason will be by in the morning to stay, we’re all packed, people think you are busy this week, making you unavailable, we will pick out rings when we get there . . .” Gently, he pulled on Titus’s collar to guide his off of you. “I can only think of one more thing.”

“Hmm?” you hummed at the question as he pulled you into a seated position.

From his pocket, he pulled out a small velvet box.

Your heart skipped a few beats. “Damian, you didn’t . . .” Your eyes flicked up to his face to see that he once again had that smile that only aided in the newfound arrhythmia in your chest.

“Technically, it was Pennyworth--the man, not the cat--that helped me decide. Well, him and Jason.”

“When did you have the time? I was with you all day!”

“Two weeks ago.”

You blinked blankly, once again stunned.

“Habibati, you know I’m not one to make rash decisions--Are you crying?” He laughed a little. “You haven’t even seen it yet!”

“Shut up! It’s your fault for being so sweet!” The gesture was rough as you moved to wipe your tears.

Jason snickered when he saw the post you just made on your Instagram. It was sure to send the rest of the group into a tizzy, and it was his job to fend off their questions. He was looking forward to that part. He jumped at every opportunity to mess with his makeshift little family. They may have made up for the most part, but he had to get his kicks somehow.

It was a picture that could have been posted at literally any time because it was such a normal image. It showed a pair of hands holding each other; anyone could guess that it was you and Damian. Jason was amused to note that your hand was carefully turned to hide the ring he knew to be there. His littlest brother was driving (his Mercedes judging by the emblem on the steering wheel.) And that’s all there was. There was a vague sense of normalcy to it that made it such a precious picture.

The caption was what made it a bit strange: [@therealwayne and I are unplugging for a spell. We’ll see you all on the flipside]

Already, there was a comment from Cass, [What?! You guys just got back from the LAST trip!!]

Then Jason’s phone went off. That was fast.

Of course it was Dick in the massive group chat they had made a while ago. [Where are you guys going?!]

Steph: [Yeah, I didn’t even get to see you!]

Huffing a sigh, Jason typed, [They’re not going to answer, guys. They said they were going radio silent ‘til they get back, and their plane took off ten minutes ago]

[Wait, you KNEW they were leaving?!], Tim.

[No fair!], that would be Olivia.

[They needed someone to watch the children, and I’ve got the space] They didn’t need to know that he was staying at their place.

[And you’re their favorite] Jason could practically see Dick’s pouting face.

[Maybe that’s because I don’t constantly give them shit, Dickiebird]

[Mean.]

[They just want some space, guys] Jason was serious now. [Just let them be alone for a bit. They haven’t really had that since we met her.]

Barbara: [I hadn’t thought of it like that . . .]

[Exactly. Now, I’ve got a gigantic mutt to walk. All of you, leave them alone.]

That was a bit of a lie since Titus was perfectly content to lay on top of Jason as he lay on the couch, but Jason did want to lavish the Dane with attention. He’d spent the first thirty minutes after their departure sitting by the front door waiting for Damian to come back, and Jason’s heart just couldn’t handle seeing him stay that sad.

“They’ll be back before you know it, buddy,” he promised with a few head scritches.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian al ghul x reader #damian al ghul imagine #reader insert #robin imagine #batman imagine

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bluboothalassophile · 5 years

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JayRae with 120: ”Your hair is so soft...”?

Hello,

I’d say sorry that this took me so long, but I can’t because of reasons. So I hope you enjoy the story! =)

To Whack or Not to Whack…

Jason kind of wouldn’t admit it, he wouldn’t say it outloud, but he kind of had a fascination with Raven’s hair.

It was straight, it didn’t bend, wave or curl unless she didit up in a bun or a braid for a while, and even then, the movement would fadeand it’d be straight again. It was funny, watching her walk, all this black masswas around her, it was like watching water shimmer in some light when the blue underhues were lit, or it was like watching the Goth she had been when the purpleswere highlight. The midnight black was so mysterious, and inky and it was likea void even, just the purest of blacks when there was no light, or she was inthe shadows, she was a shadow, honestly, but her hair, it added to the image.

Then there were the stray short strands of her endless massof hair. When she pulled it up in a tail, or braid there were always theseclinging wisps that she tucked away, brushed off her face, twisted into tuckaway the drawn back mass, or huffed out of her eyes.

He liked her hair, despite it being so tame there wereslips, and stray strands that made it wild.

Also, it was soft, so soft, and it smelled like smoke,midnight rain and vanilla, it was smooth and fluid like water, and iteffortlessly entangled itself around his hands and fingers, even when she wasn’this girl. The thigh length mass though was what his girlfriend was currently pullingloose right now, and she frowned in the mirror as he watched her. He likedwatching her take her hair down, liked the beauty of her hair, and her ingeneral. But tonight she was frowning, her brow was slightly furrowed and hereyes were focused as she undid her hair, unwound it, untangled it.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked walking up behindher, his hands sliding into her hair, fuck it was soft, and surprisingly warm.But she’d had it in a bun all day, so he supposed it should be warm.

“I should cut it,” she said.

“Cut what!?” he sputtered as he started playing with herhair.

“My hair,” she stated.

“What?” he stared dumbly at her in the mirror and she sighed.

“It’s heavy, it’s not very easy to care for, it’s heavy, andit’s everywhere! I don’t even think that it’s looking good anymore, rather rattyto be honest.”

“Rae, slow down,” he spun her around, that black halofloated around her dramatically and he just loved staring at it.

“I’m thinking to cut it into a bob, you know, to look moreprofessional in today’s world, this hair simply isn’t practical,” she sighed.

“Where’s this coming from?” he demanded.

“It’s not coming from anywhere, Jason, I’ve been thinkingabout cutting it for a while.”

“And why the fuck would you do that!?” he demanded again. “Realreasons, Rae. I have enough girls for friends and sisters to know that this isa huge deal. Also something girls do after they’ve broken up with a guy; ohshit are you!?” he started.

“I’m not breaking up with you, you bastard.”

Okay, he felt a weight he didn’t know was on his chest liftthen as he sighed. “Thank God,” he rested their brows together. The moment thatthought had hit him he had felt like he was drowning, but he couldn’t fault herfor wanting out of their relationship. She was an empath after all, no way hewas good for her even on his best day.

“You thought…?” she sputtered. “Because I want to cut myhair!?”

“Well when you mentioned whacking it all off for a hideousbob cut yeah the thought crossed my mind.”

“And if I had suggested a pixie cut or something?” shedemanded sharply.

“Yeah, probably would’ve jumped to those conclusions too!”he snapped.

“Jason!” she growled.

“Also, why the fuck would you want to whack this beautifulmass off? Don’t you even know how fucking gorgeous you are with this? It’s likehaving a midnight void or the ocean’s depths around you, makes you all sexy andmysterious,” he smiled as he toyed with the ends.

“Really?” she asked skeptically.

“Yeah, really little bird,” Jason smiled a bit. “Don’t whackit.”

“You’re making it sound like a hit.”

“Yeah, I am, because it is, because this beautiful, endlessmass, is fucking gorgeous.”

“How about a compromise, because it really is, really heavy,”she offered.

“No bobs.”

“No bobs, but to the small of my back?” she offered.

He pondered this for a moment, knowing that whatever Ravendid he’d love her, and that she’d do whatever the hell she wanted to do to herhair. And he’d still love her no matter what, but he was kind of pleased shewas willing to even involve him in this decision. He liked her hair long, butshe wanted to lose the weight of it; which made sense to him, even if he wasn’ta girl.

“I could live with that,” he said.

“You really don’t like bobs?” she mused as she sat there, heslid behind her as his fingers effortlessly slid through her hair. He hadmemories of braiding his mom’s hair and wondered if he could do it again as hegingerly played with the soft mass.

“No, I like your hair,” he clarified. He didn’t give aflying fuck about how it was, he liked her hair. He liked playing with it, feelingit, watching it, he liked grabbing it during sex, and feeling it tangled aroundhim in the after math, when she was already draped over him. “It’s so soft,” hesmiled.

“You are weird,” Raven decided. A throaty moan slid throughher lips though as he massaged her scalp. “But don’t stop that,” she whispered.

“Never little bird,” he chuckled as he watched her face ofbliss in the mirror.

He was so fucking sunk.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #calm in the storm #jason todd #raven #jayrae #redrae #raex

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⊰ v. princess and moon ⊱

Send a ◈ for a first kiss between our muses.

Luna could hear the gasps and whispers in the room despite the loud music. They were probably shocked because a large dark bruise surrounded her left eye that hadn’t been there today during school (or so they thought). She had every intention to hide her black eye until she encountered the person who gave it to her. Prince couldn’t stop himself from making a snarky remark about where her black eye went, so this was payback. No one except the two of them knew about who did it and what happened, but Luna wanted this to be a warning to Prince. This party was Matt’s annual mid-year party. He said it was to remind everyone that they were halfway done with hell, to boost morale. It was also because his parents always went on a trip this time of year, but no one had to know that either. Luna knew that everyone in their school would be there. From the lowest to the highest year. It was the perfect opportunity to do this. So while Luna wore the sexiest outfit in her closet, her hair done to perfection, and the bits of her face that was covered in makeup done nicely, her eye stuck out like a sore thumb. “Hey, guys!” Luna smiled, approaching her best friend who so happened to be with Nick, Matt, Pandora, and Prince. They all wore expressions of concern and confusion except for one person. They all had questions about what happened to her, but she just shrugged. “Someone managed to get a good hit off me, but it’s not that big of a deal. Or should I be making a bigger deal out of this?” And although her question seemed to be directed at the group, Luna only looked at Prince when she said it. “Because I’m sure the person who did it would get in big trouble, maybe even expelled. Doesn’t seem worth it especially since the person is pretty pathetic anyway. I think that I should give them a bit of a break. I’d rather use this as leverage to tell them don’t get on my bad side. Anyway, I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Luna wandered around Matthew’s house looking for other people she knew from school, but his house was huge. It was hard to tell what was a bathroom, a bedroom, even a movie theater. She was caught off guard, though, when someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her into what was probably the fifth guest bedroom she had walked into tonight. “Hey!” Luna exclaimed, turning around to see that the person that pulled her in there was Prince. She rolled her eyes at the realization. They started arguing about the stunt Luna pulled tonight. “Maybe you ought to think before you speak then, yeah? Just remember I’m the last person who you should be pissing off. We all know if it gets out that you did it, you’d be expelled in a heartbeat, and school is pretty much the only thing you got going for you. So let’s not make your life harder or sadder than it already is.” Luna turned away to leave, but she was pulled back when Prince grabbed her by the front of her jacket. It was obvious how much he wanted to give her a matching bruise on her right eye but he didn’t. It was like time had frozen as they stared at each other angrily, but it had only been about ten seconds before their lips were on each others in a frenzy. Now, Luna always thought that Prince was an attractive guy, but any attraction she had for him physically flew out of the window the second he opened his mouth. There were also many stories about Prince from the girls that managed to still find him desirable despite his personality and boy — they were right. Luna didn’t know who kissed who first, but it didn’t matter. The way Prince was kissing her was enough for her to forget about everything. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. His hands rested on the back of her neck, pressing her into him almost painfully. Their kiss was fervent, sloppy, and intense. Luna had never been kissed like this in her life, and now that she had been, she needed more of it. She pushed him away, out of breath and her lips red and swollen from the intensity of their kiss. Was she really about to do this? Luna’s mind was telling her no, but she was already shrugging off her jacket and tossing her top to the ground before attaching their lips again before she could think about the consequences of this.

⊰ v. no reason ⊱

Iola never experienced this before. Certainly, she had dated other guys, but she never liked a guy this much this fast until she met Jason. He was incredibly sweet and dorky. He was genuine and Iola appreciated that about him, so she was really happy when they made plans to see each other again. They were still getting to know each other, but they didn’t want to go on a stereotypical dinner date. Those were nice, but they weren’t all that fun. Bowling sounded like a happy medium. It was fun with the perfect amount of privacy. Iola was so excited about seeing Jason again, her eyes could light up the sky when she finally saw him again. “The bowling champ has arrived,” she announced with a giggle, engulfing her date in a hug with no hesitation. Iola always had a good time with Jason and today was no exception, though, she could tell that Jason still got really nervous around her. Although he tried to hide it, she could still hear the occasional stutter and waver of his voice. He often avoided eye contact with her too. The brunette never understood why she had such an effect on him, but it was flattering nonetheless. She had won their first game of bowling because Jason had bowled nearly all gutterballs. “I know you can do better than that,” Iola laughed, approaching Jason before they started their second game. “Did you do so bad because I make you nervous?” Her question was direct which probably made him even more nervous, but that only caused Iola to grow bolder. Taking his chin between her fingers, Iola gently made him face her. Slowly, Iola brought her face closer to his, her lips ghosting over Jason’s as she spoke. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me. I like you a lot, okay?” But the last word of her sentence was muffled by Iola finally connecting their lips. The kiss was brief and a bit awkward, but it sent her heart into a frenzy (in a good way). Reattaching their lips, this kiss felt more optimistic. Their lips moved slowly, yet, there was a bit of passion. She felt relieved when he finally relaxed into the kiss, pulling away with a smile on her face. “So now that that’s over. Are you prepared to lose again fair and square?”

⊰ july 17th ⊱

Arianna wasn’t sure why she was confiding in Zayn right now. They had talked occasionally, but the extent of their relationship began and ended at dating one another’s siblings. She should’ve suspected that something strange was going on, yet, she didn’t. Ari was still a pretty new presence in the house, and she was feeling out of place. Only being there for a month, a lot changed for her. It was overwhelming, and she needed to get it out. Zayn just so happened to be the closest person to her when she did. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here. There’s so much drama happening all the time. I mean, I just got my first boyfriend, had my first kiss, and I’m still a virgin. Do I really have a place on this show?” Arianna glanced over at the Bradford native, her eyes narrowing at his expression. He was looked deep in thought as if he was contemplating something. “What are you—” but Arianna was cut off by Zayn’s lips. It took her by complete surprise. What the hell was he doing when she was dating his brother and he her sister? But as much as Arianna’s mind was telling her no, she couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. God, she knew what she was doing was so wrong, but Arianna couldn’t help it. A global superstar was kissing her after she went on about being an awkward virgin nerd. With sudden confidence, Ari tangled her fingers in his hair. Their lips moved awkwardly at first as she adjusted to Zayn’s kissing style, eventually getting into the rhythm. “Zayn,” the blonde breathed after pulling away, joining their foreheads. Something in Arianna felt like there was a reason why he was suddenly coming onto her. She was fully aware of tasks, but surely the producers wouldn’t lie to her about being the only one this week to get one. There was also the possibility it was because she looked like his girlfriend who so happened to be back in London. But Ari couldn’t focus on any of that when Zayn suddenly swept her into his arms with their lips reattaching. Maybe Arianna did belong on this show because what she had done inevitably started so much drama.

⊰ v. what if ⊱

Arianna wasn’t quite sure why she felt so confident tonight. Her crush on Ashton had been one of subtlety and innocence. It was honestly the first time she had a genuine crush on someone in a while. But tonight, she felt bold. GYHAB was hosting some party that lasted from the night to the late hours in the morning. The party was coming to a close, a lot of her housemates leaving to spend the rest of the night alone and together. Arianna had decided that she didn’t want to be the one to end the night alone, and she knew exactly who she wanted to spend the rest of the night with. Her heart pinged with jealousy when she noticed that Zayn was leaving with Ariana, one of her closest friends in the house, but surprisingly, he wasn’t the person she wanted to go back with. “Ashton Fletcher Irwin, I don’t believe I’ve seen you the whole night. I missed you,” the blonde pouted playfully, hoping her words still came off as genuine despite her joking tone. There wasn’t much time for Arianna to talk to Ashton since everyone was leaving, so she had to act on her plans quickly. Arianna could feel her heart beating against her chest so hard it nearly hurt. It was amazing how calm she looked from the outside meanwhile her anxiety was sent into overdrive. God, she was so nervous, but she knew this was what she wanted to do. Her hand rested on Ashton’s thigh, her body moving closer to his as her lips wore a sweet smile. “Y’know, Ashton, our time together doesn’t have to end here tonight.” Arianna coaxed him closer with her big blue eyes, their lips falling together softly. As his parted lips met Arianna’s, she began to feel breathless in the best way possible. Her arms wrap themselves around his shoulders because kissing Ashton was something that she had no intentions of stopping. She could hear a laugh coming from him as he pulled away, a smile naturally appearing on Arianna’s face at the noise. “So I take that as a yes then?”

#prxttylittle #luna is such a bitch omg why did prince thinking fucking her was a good idea #also can't believe i shaded my own city like that smh #wow throwback thursday when gyhab stole arianna's virtue through a task #but omg i've finally answered my own question about if everyone knew about tasks #iola is such a dom i love heR #honestly how did arianna and ashton reach the conclusion to sleep together before admitting they liked each other idr omg #( meme reply. )#⊰ v. no reason ⊱#⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱#⊰ v. what if ⊱#⊰ july 17th ⊱

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Coffee, Coffee Everywhere, Epilogue

<< Part 20

This is the final part to the Coffee, Coffee Everywhere series! Or, at least, this is the last part I will be writing for the main series - I will write brief drabbles in the ‘verse, by request, when requests are open, so if you have any ideas for future parts, hold on to them... I may open ask requests soon ;3. Thank you to user ‘SummoningSecrets’ on Ao3 for leaving the comment that inspired this epilogue, and many, many thanks to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged any part of the series!!!

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"Good Morning, Master Timothy."

Tim turned away from the coffee maker, lowering the mug from his lips, and murmured a quiet good morning to Alfred as he entered the manor's kitchen.

The mug caught his gaze and he paused. The corners of his mouth twitched into what Tim knew to be the Alfred-equivalent of a fond smile. "It's good to see you've moved past your temporary aversion to coffee and have returned to your normal habits," he commented dryly, eyes twinkling.

His tone of chagrined amusement didn't escape Tim, who huffed a quiet laugh. "It's not as bad as you think. This" - he waved the modestly-sized mug - "is my first and last cup this morning, and it's not even full strength."

"Oh?" Alfred raised an inquisitive eyebrow challengingly.

Tim's lips twisted into a uncertain smile. "I'm starting at two cups a day, one decaf and one regular, decaf in the morning and, strange as it is to say it, regular at night, right before patrol." He twisted the mug around in his hands absently, brow furrowing as he searched around for the right way to frame his reasons. "I know how bad that sounds, but that combination has worked out best for my sleep and wake cycle."

Alfred nodded understandingly. "That would make a fair bit of sense considering that six at night probably feels, in all likelihood, more like morning to you than six in the morning does," he commented. Tim blinked as he considered that, then nodded slowly. Put like that, it made a lot of sense why saving most of his caffeine for nights had worked out so well so far.

"Oh, and I also have a cup of green tea at lunch to keep me going until the afternoon nap, and then a bit of chocolate here and there, but that's about it," Tim added, taking a nervous sip of his decaf as he waited for any hint of disapproval, but none came.

Instead Alfred granted Tim one of his rare, overt smiles and nodded in approval. "Very good, Master Tim. It seems you've found a healthy balance for your caffeine intake. Now it will be a matter of maintaining that balance…" he trailed off, giving Tim a mild warning glare.

He laughed. "Yeah, I know. Every now and then the temptation to binge on coffee or chug an energy drink pops up, but to be completely honest, I like how I feel without the excess caffeine in my system that whenever the urges hit, I just laugh at them." He shook his head and smiled down at his coffee. "I've been there, done that and I am done with all of that."

Alfred's quiet smile took on a proud tinge, a look he reserved for occasions such as Jason agreeing to come home for Thanksgiving or Bruce telling one of the Batkids how much he loved them. "I'm glad to hear it, Master Tim. So I suppose that means no more crazy coffee-flavored cooking adventures?"

Tim chuckled and tapped his fingers against the mug nervously. "Well, no new ones at least, and when I make the meringues and coffee pasta now, I use strictly decaf instant coffee," he explained, raising his mug for a sip. Alfred raised an eyebrow skeptically and Tim choked. "R-Real decaf, that is," he clarified quickly, hiding his sheepish grin under the rim of his mug as he took another hasty sip.

Alfred nodded sagely, the amused twinkle in his eye at odds with the firm line of his mouth. "Very good, Master Tim. We'll make a self-responsible young man of you yet." He grinned and Alfred surprised him by ruffling his hair fondly - a very rare gesture of affection from the stately old butler - as he glided past Tim on the way to the refrigerator. He began pulling out materials for breakfast.

"I suppose the only trouble now will be convincing your father and brothers to believe you are capable of such growth," Alfred commented drily as he began cracking eggs into a bowl.

"What?"

"I happened to overhear Masters Jason and Dick discussing with Miss Stephanie the odds of your return to obsession the other night," Alfred explained. He shook his head. "It would seem some of your siblings have taken bets as to when you would decline into a relapse."

"Did they?" Tim asked, forcefully keeping his tone light all the while his expression darkened. Alfred noticed, of course, and nodded in commiseration.

"Indeed. From the little I overheard and from the few things I've noticed here and there, it seems most of the family, including Master Bruce himself, have entered the betting pool. The average duration wagered upon is three weeks from the day you resume consuming caffeinated beverages, and Miss Stephanie seems to think you will last twelve days, two short of Master Jason's guess of a single fortnight," Alfred informed him drily, his exasperation with the lot of them shining through clearly.

Tim felt a flare of annoyance but smiled tightly at the elderly butler. "Thank you for letting me know, Alfred. I'll put this intelligence to good use." The one-time spy uttered a demure "of course" but Tim saw the satisfied cast to his expression. Tim tapped his chin thoughtfully. With Alfred on his side…

"I guess if they're all so sure I'll fall back into bad habits I'll just have to prove them wrong," Tim mused out loud, his eyes taking on a wicked gleam as several ideas occurred to him. "Twelve days, huh…?"

Alfred gave him a piercing look then nodded, a sharp gleam of amusement lighting up his own eyes. "I suppose you will, Master Tim."

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The next day, four days since he had started drinking coffee again, Tim made a point to drink a second mug of something very dark at breakfast, and if Bruce and Damian thought that it was another mug of coffee, then shame on them for jumping to conclusions.

The day after that he had three mugs of coffee-looking beverages with breakfast, alternating between shooting innocent looks at the family members who were giving him side-eye and sharing conspiratorial grins with Alfred behind their backs.

That night, before patrol, he poured decaf coffee grinds into an empty "Regular" container and intentionally waited until someone came into the kitchen before making his nightly coffee, very deliberately leaving the container out on the counter with the label clearly displayed. He made a full pot, poured the entire thing into the mega mug, and had to stifle a laugh at the wide-eyed look Dick gave him as he walked out. He only drank half and snuck the other half into the back of the fridge for a quick iced-coffee the next morning.

After patrol he made himself another large mug of coffee which he made certain to wave around before heading up to shower. He wished he could have snapped a shot of Bruce and Jason's faces respectively - they were like mirror images of stony shock and disapproval. Like father like son? Jason would love that comparison. Tim didn't drink the ridiculously watered down decaf, but just so he wouldn't waste the water, and in full defiance of that one time Jason told him never to shower in coffee, he used the cooled coffee to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

As planned, he returned the mug to the kitchen just before Jason was about to head up, letting him know in passing that he hadn't drunk the entire mug, and then asking if his hair smelled like coffee. Tim really wished he'd had his camera then so he could have documented the priceless expressions on Jason's face as he went through the full range of emotions, from laughably relieved to dramatically alarmed to full-force horrified as he surreptitiously leaned in for a sniff.

At lunch the next day, he showed up to his smoothie "date" with Steph already carrying a Venti cup from Starbucks, and he ordered a "Café Loco" with regular coffee without a trace of hesitation. Steph looked as if she'd been force fed a whole lemon. Tim struggled not to laugh throughout the entire lunch as he switched back and forth between the Starbucks and the smoothie and Steph winced every time. Too bad she didn't think to ask what was in that Venti cup - the combination of herbal peppermint tea and the chocolate-coffee smoothie was surprisingly pleasant. She probably would have enjoyed a taste.

By the end of the week Tim was giving off all appearances of having matched his previous consumption of caffeinated beverages - three cups in the morning, four cups of tea at work, four cups before patrol and the mega mug right before bed.

In reality he was still only drinking the equivalent of one cup of decaf in the morning, one cup of green tea in the afternoon and one cup of regular coffee before patrol, employing every trick and fake-out he could think of to convince the family otherwise. That meant a lot of herbal tea, decaf iced tea, and plain water hidden beneath the lids of travel mugs.

Actually, since he'd started drinking all this extra water he'd started performing better on patrol and generally feeling better all around, enough so that he was considering keeping up the extra liquids even after he wrapped up this affair. So, besides getting a kick out of everyone's poorly concealed reactions, this game had already had the added perk of improving his hydration habits. Tim was having a great time, and he was only just getting started.

On Monday he began purposefully eating coffee-flavored foods in front of the family. Six containers of coffee-flavored yogurt over the span of a single day, two with each meal - he probably needed the protein, anyway, and his gut would certainly be happy - espresso cheese over coffee pasta for lunch - decaf pasta, of course - and a mocha chip frozen yogurt bar after patrol. All pretty tame, to be honest, but the family was still aghast and poorly concealing it.

He doubled his efforts the next day, again using every trick up his sleeve to make it seem like he was eating more than he was. He munched on chocolate covered raisins at lunch to fool Steph into thinking he was attempting to eat a half pound of chocolate covered coffee beans in one sitting. He using food coloring to turn his rice brown to the chagrin of Damian and the horror of Bruce at dinner. Eating three mocha chip yogurt bars after patrol while literally hovering behind Dick in the cave just so he could watch Dick struggle with his inbred urge to turn around and shoot concerned looks at Tim over his shoulder.

Actually, Tim was a little surprised no one had said anything to him yet about his changing habits - no expressions of concern or gentle suggestions to take things slowly. He was a little upset about that. Maybe it was because Alfred was present for most of his shenanigans and appeared to approve for lack of any protest, but Tim knew it was probably because they wanted to test him. Part of their silence was for the benefit of the betting pool, but if that were the only motivator, Bruce would have put his foot down days ago. No, they wanted to see how well he could manage on his own without outside interference, to see if he could be trusted on his own.

Part of him could understand why they want to know - so they could know how much energy to invest in keeping an eye on him in the future - and why they worried in the first place - he'd gone pretty far off the deep end before he saw the error of his ways - but the rest of him resented that the family didn't believe he could grow and change and be better than he was before, that they would stoop to treating him like the subject of an experiment and laugh as they made bets on the outcome. To quote a classic, he found their lack of faith "disturbing."

On Wednesday, one day before had Steph predicted he would crack, Tim laid out his coup de grace. The family was planning to meet that night, first for a quick dinner, then briefing down in the cave before joint patrols. Normal Wednesday night stuff.

Tim coordinated with Alfred and lay in wait, so that when the family began filing into the dining room around seven o' clock, there he was, already sitting with his "coffee feast" laid out before him. All in all, he had "coffee" mashed potatoes, "coffee" broccoli, "coffee" carrots, coffee-rubbed steak, a mug of café leche, and the mega mug of "coffee."

"Uh… Tim," Dick began slowly as members of the family formed a loose ring around him, some taking seats around the table, others lounging "casually" against the wall behind him. He has a pretty good idea of what's about to happen next, and it takes everything in his power to keep a straight face.

Dick sat down across from him and continued. "So, we were all talking and, um, we realized that it was about time that we sat down with you and, uh, talked about how you, um, seem like, lately, that you've been maybe a little too, uh, 'enthusiastic' about, well-"

"Coffee. You're drinking too much coffee again, is what Dickie is trying to say," Jason snapped from over Tim's right shoulder. Dick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. Jason flipped him the bird and Bruce frowned.

"Coffee? Really? I only started drinking it again a few days ago. Have I really been drinking that much?" Tim asked innocently, turning to Jason with a startled expression. Cass stepped up beside Jason and nodded, face twisted in concern and both hands gripping her upper arms in a tense position that screamed worry. He felt the slightest inklings of guilt for worrying sweet Cass, but then he remembered that he had it on good authority that even she had cast a bet into the pool, even if Steph had had to egg her to do it.

"Yeah, Tim, you really have," Steph confirmed grimly from behind him. He twisted around in his seat to look at her and nearly rolled his eyes at the deeply serious expression of disapproval on her face. As if Steph had much room to talk; she was still nearly as bad about coffee as he had been!

"And it's not even just the coffee you're drinking, look at what you're eating!" she exclaimed, pointing to his plate.

"For the love of- are those coffee vegetables, Drake?" Damian asked, looking thoroughly disgusted even as he leaned in ridiculously close to examine the food from Tim's left side. He jumped - for once the little ninja kid had actually managed to sneak up on him - and he dragged his plate away with a scandalized scowl.

"What is it with you and sticking your face into my damned food?!" he demanded.

"Is there coffee in those potatoes?!" Damian shrieked back at him in return.

Bruce cleared his throat from where he sat at the head of the table and silence fell over the group. "This is an intervention," he intoned seriously, the other members of the family nodding along grimly.

Tim was howling with laughter inside, and barely holding onto his composure on the outside. "Intervention? But why?" he asked, letting the pitch of his voice rise high and appalled, and clutching at his chest like some offended Victorian-age maiden. Behind Bruce, Alfred's lips twitched at the corners for his comically over-acted performance.

"Don't play dumb. You know exactly why we're here; why we're doing this. Denying it doesn't make it any less of a problem," Jason scoffed, sounding annoyed. There were several annoyed and impatient expressions around the table, in fact. They were starting to catch on to his act, but clearly not the reasons for it.

Dick nodded, brow pinching as he swept his arms in gesture to Tim's meal. "I mean look at yourself, Tim. Isn't this exactly what you wanted to try to get away from by quitting caffeine and going through weeks of detox?"

"But it's not really that much is it?" Tim asked, pulling out his silliest puppy dog eyes and batting them furiously in one last ditch effort to clue the family in on his joke. Alfred stifled a cough behind his hand that Tim swore was cover for a laugh, but there were still no light bulbs over the heads of the other of the family members.

"'Not that much'? Are you kidding?" Steph exclaimed stepping forward and swiping the fork out of his mashed potatoes. Tim let it happen. "Not that much?! Look at this. Tim, you've put coffee in everything in front of you," she explained, pointing to the fork for emphasis.

"I can't believe Alfred even let you bring this crap to his table. I can't believe you can eat this stuff and not immediately hurl your guts out," Jason added hotly. "I mean, what does all that even taste like?"

"Yeah, that's what I want to know," Steph demanded, stabbing the fork into the potatoes and scooping out a blob. Ignoring mixed sounds of disgust and protest from the others, she made a face and opened her mouth to take a bite. "Probably like burnt tires that have gone through a blen- …"

She cut off abruptly and stared at the fork. Tim allowed himself a tight smile and waited for it. She blinked, then looked down at the plate. "This… doesn't taste like coffee...? It… doesn't taste like anything?"

Damian frowned and swiped a finger through the potatoes and raised it to his mouth. "Huh. It tastes like Pennyworth's mashed potatoes and nothing else," he confirmed, giving Tim a curious look that Tim returned with a "what the hell was that?!" expression, because who just sticks their fingers into someone's food without asking?!?

"What do you mean it doesn't taste like coffee?" Jason asked, leaning forward over Tim's shoulder to get a closer look. "It's brown enough to make me wanna puke, so…"

"It shouldn't," Tim informed them matter-of-factually. "There isn't any coffee in it."

The whole family froze, gears turning as they stared at him, then at his food, and then back to him again.

"Bull," Steph challenged and several others nodded in agreement.

"There's no coffee in any of it except the steak and the café leche, and that is barely half a cup of decaf diluted by a ton of milk," Tim explained patiently.

"But the food-" Bruce began.

"Is colored with food coloring."

Damian cocked his head then swiped a carrot off the plate. Tim sighed.

"Yes, no hint of coffee, simply a carrot," the youngest declared to the room.

Tim pushed the plate toward him. "You going to try a piece of broccoli? Might as well touch all of my food while you're at it."

"-Tt- I believe you, Drake," Damian responded, pushing the plate back. "I knew you wouldn't be so foolish so soon after having vowed never to stoop to such idiotic levels of caffeine consumption ever again."

Tim sighed and shook his head. "Oh. Yes. Of course."

"I'm still not convinced," Jason admitted slowly, rounding the chair so he could look Tim in the eye. "I mean, maybe the food is a fake, but all the coffee you've been drinking lately, decaf or not-"

Tim raised the mega mug and offered it to Jason. The older man took the mug warily and peered suspiciously at the contents.

"That is 90% of all the 'coffee' I've been drinking for the past eleven days," Tim told him.

Jason raised the mug and took a long draw. He froze, then lowered the mug slowly. "That's not coffee."

"Yes."

"That's…mugicha?" Jason asked in a stunned voice. Tim nodded, then grinned as Cass darted forward and slid the mug out of Jason's loose grip and retreated to one side to sip on her newly acquired prize. She shot him a small smile over the rim of the mug and winked.

"What is 'muggy-cha'?" Dick asked with a frown.

"Moo-ghi-chah," Jason sounded out for him slowly. "It's a Japanese tea made from roasted barley. Naturally caffeine free, generally tastes like cereal or unfermented beer, but when roasted well it has hints of coffee or chocolate."

"A tea that tastes like cereal?" Dick asked, eyes widening comically as his eyebrows flew up into his hair.

"Don't tell him that, Jason! Now he's going to steal all of my mugicha!" Tim cried, looking over at the mug in Cass's hands longingly.

"Quit your whining, Timbo, it's not sweet enough for Dickie, in any case." Jason shook his head slowly. "I didn't even think you knew what mugicha was."

"I learned a lot about tea back when I made tea for everyone after patrol that one time, remember?" Tim reminded them. Cass took a sip of the mugicha and nodded approvingly. "It's actually pretty good. The toasty flavor reminds me of a light roast coffee sometimes and chocolate or cereal or beer other times, just like you said."

"Mugicha is actually really good for you. Very hydrating," Jason said slowly, staring Tim down as if waiting for the 'psyche! But actually…'

"Yup. I know," Tim answered simply, waiting for it to finally sink in.

Jason blinked then glanced over Tim's meal. Across the room Bruce let out a long breath and Damian shook his head slowly. Steph stared.

"Wow. You... you weren't kidding, Babybird. You've really been skipping the coffee, just like you said," Jason finally admitted in a awed tone.

"Yep," Tim confirmed. "I haven't had more than the equivalent of two cups of coffee per day since the mac 'n cheese incident," he informed them smugly. "You all lose."

"W-what?" Dick stuttered breathlessly. Around the room several people twitched guiltily. Tim shook his head. So much for inscrutable Bats, huh?

"I know you guys started a betting pool on how long it would take me to crack and fall back into my crazy coffee ways," Tim tells them, pinning each of them with an unrelenting stare one person at a time.

"Tim, we didn't-" Steph begins.

"Alfred told me all about; don't try to deny it," he cut in flatly.

"Alfie! How could you?!" Dick bewailed in an exaggerated tone of betrayal, all the while smiling at the man gratefully and winking.

"I wasn't going to deny it," Steph continues, glaring at Dick. "We totally took bets - don't you even try to tell me you didn't, Dick Grayson because I was there-"

"I was rooting for you, Timmy. I bet it would take you at least six months, if not longer," Dick told him proudly.

"Your faith and confidence in me, is so inspiring," Tim deadpanned drily.

"Stop interrupting me!" Steph snapped, slapping Dick lightly on the arm. She turned to Tim. "Yes, we took bets, but if we're being completely honest with ourselves, we were always hoping we would each lose, that we would be wrong about our fears. This is one of those 'I hate being wrong, but this time I'd hate to be right almost as much' kind of situations'," she explained. Across the room Bruce nodded seriously and Jason shrugged with a chagrined grin. Cass crept up beside him and offered him a new glass of mugicha with an apologetic look - apologetic not just for the mugicha, but for all of it, Tim surmised.

"I still win," Tim repeated, taking a sip of the tea then sweeping a cool glare over all of them. "Because I'm never going back to drinking - or eating - that much coffee ever again."

"Well… good," Steph replied, nodding. "In that case, we're all kind of winners," she concluded, patting him on the back.

"Yes, but I actually won, so does that mean I get the pot?" he asked with a sharp grin.

Bruce cleared his throat and everyone turned to look at him. "Well. Actually, no." Tim frowned. He had been joking but, really, to be fair…

"As you all know, I didn't cast a bet," Bruce began.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because you claimed you only wanted to know for 'academic purposes.' Like that's any better," he muttered under his breath. Tim huffed a quiet laugh - he had totally called it - and a muscle jumped in Bruce's jaw, but he otherwise seemed to ignore Jason's interjection.

"But, as an impartial observer, I kept track of the bets-"

Steph snorted. "Yeah, only because Alfred flat out refused."

"And with good reason, Miss Stephanie," Alfred chimed in, sweeping an icy gaze over all of them. "You should all be ashamed of yourselves, testing Master Tim in that way," he informed them bluntly over Bruce's shoulder.

Bruce cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, as if he could literally feel the chill of Alfred's disapproving glare on his back. "Yes, well. If 'never' is your final answer, Tim, then you'll have to share the pot with Damian, because he bet his share of Alfred's oatmeal cookies for a year that you would never go back to consuming that much coffee ever again."

They all turned to stare at Damian, who colored but didn't turn away from their stares. Tim blinked in actual shock.

"Wait! You guys were betting in Alfred's cookies? But-"

"Wait, really? I thought you said 'Drake is an overworking fool who will fall back into his stimulant addiction in weeks', or did I hear that wrong?" Jason asked over him.

"-Tt- You heard correctly, if incompletely, Todd. If you had continued listening you would know I said that he would fall back into his stimulant addiction if and only if we stepped back and let him work himself to distraction once more," Damian explained. His cheeks darkened even further, but he finished off his statement by saying,"What I meant was that, should we withdraw our support, surely he would be driven into self-destructive habits once again. And yes, Drake, we dealt in cookie currency."

The kitchen was a mix of reactions, ranging from proud smiles of differing intensities from Dick, Alfred, and Cass, to wonderment from Jason and suspicious skepticism from Steph. Damian's expression darkened under their combined attention and he began closing off and shutting down in the way he always did whenever he inadvertently began to show he was a real boy underneath his sharp-tongued, aloof act.

Tim stared. "Wow. So…" He cleared his throat. Damian curled in on himself defensively and Tim paused to take a slow deliberate breath. "How many cookies do we each get?"

Damian startled slightly then relaxed, huffing a small laugh and grinning sharply. "By my last count, we have at least three months of triple the usual amount of cookies apiece. Better still, Pennyworth has recently added coffee flavor to the recipe, further complimenting the flavors of the walnuts, chocolate and raisins."

Tim's eyes widened and he returned the sharp grin. "Oh? Is that so? Coffee cookies? Three per day. I can live with that."

"Oh, jeez, Tim, noooo…" Dick moaned.

Tim's grin turned wicked. "Tim, yessssss."

"Not another coffee food, we just… you just…"

"Calm yourself, Richard," Damian soothed him, rolling his eyes. "I said coffee-flavored, not caffeinated. There is nothing amiss with enjoying the flavor of coffee."

"Indeed, they are perfectly healthy," Alfred chimed in, his eyes flashing in amusement.

Dick looked around wildly for support, but Jason merely chuckled and Bruce's expression took on a fond cast.

"Yes," Bruce said, "Just this once. Coffee? Yes."

~*~

The End! Thank you for reading, everyone!!

#my writing #christmasriverswrites #tim drake #batfamily #this is the longest part yet - almost 4.5K - but I managed to give every member of the family a significant role: worth it #as far as editing 4.5K during my busiest week at work on limited sleep... yeeeeaaaaahhh that's not so great #this only got half the editing I normally lavish over my writing but it will have to do

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littlemissgeek8 · 6 years

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For the ask thing, Tiffany, Jenny, Deborah, AJ, Kenny, Adam, and Lachappa

Welp, this took ages. Sorry about that ^^;;;;. Some of the asks I answered elsewhere so here’s Tiffany, Deborah, and AJ

The rest are going under a cut b/c it’s looooooong.

Jenny

First impression:I found her kind of boring, honestly. ^^;; Her stats weren’t ones that reallygrabbed me, she wasn’t skilled in repair or speed, and hiding just reallywasn’t my thing.

Impression now: Evenif she’s not my fave, I really do like Jenny, and not just for the chances I’vehad to write her outside of the game. She’s got probably one of my favoriteoutfits (the fairy princess one :3), she’s surprisingly good as a mediccharacter, and tossing a decent Marathon perk on her compensates for her lowstamina. She may not be very fast or smart, but when played well she can be areal pain in the butt for Jason. XD

Favorite moment:For Jenny, it’s probably another moment from when I was primarily doingquickplay games with random people. I spawned in on Packanack Lodge down at thebottom of the map, all alone with a boat escape. While the rest of the team ranaround fighting over the car and the cops, I managed to hunt down the parts forthe boat and repair it completely (and I think it may have been perfectrepairs) and got out on my own while Jason was distracted chasing people at thepolice exit. That was basically the moment I realized I could repair as Jennyand do a good job with it, provided Jason gave me enough time to work. XD

Idea for a story:I’m toying with the idea of a side story for Legacy, involving what exactly washappening with Jenny during the majority of the story… but again, I don’t wantto go into a lot of details because A: spoilers and B: I don’t know if I’ll getto it at any point. XD

Unpopular opinion:Um… her voice is obnoxious? Not really an unpopular opinion I think, but it’sthe best I got. Love ‘ya, Jen, but you need to stop shrieking.

Favorite relationship:Jenny and Chad, obviously. I’m really not entirely sure how I ended up shippingit, but gosh it’s just so cute somehow. Platonically, I see her being reallygood friends with pretty much all the counselors, since Jenny’s just that kind of person who’s basicallyeverybody’s mom friend.

Favorite headcanon:Jenny the Mom Friend, basically. XD She’s the one who’s always ready withsnacks or hot drinks or a shoulder to cry on, or even just ready to storm outthere and give a stern talking to whomever started picking on her friends.

Kenny

First impression:Honesty I thought he was boring. ^^;;;; Largely due to the whole “five in allstats” thing. Since he wasn’t really good at anything, I couldn’t really pinhim down and so just wrote him off as boring.

Impression now:Gosh Kenny’s a cutie. XD His average stats make him easy to tweak into whateverbuild you want to try, and he can actually be a really good addition to theteam! (At least before Jason got his heelies and became super-speedy-jason-6000and ruined the ability to play as anything other than a high-speed characterbecause only Chad, Tiffany and Vanessa can run fast enough to not dieimmediately.) He just feels like an all-around great guy and I’ve reallyenjoyed playing him.

Favorite moment:Hm, again I’m having a hard time pinning down a specific time. I think therewas one round where we had a massive battle at the phone box on the main Lodgeat Higgins Haven, and if I remember right I spent most of my time as Kenny body-blockingthe box or stunning Jason when he tried to break it, but it’s been a while.

Idea for a story:Wellll….. not to give anything away, but I do have a short story I’m working on….>.> featuring Kenny pretty heavily….

Unpopular opinion:I honestly don’t see him as gay? I really don’t mean to offend anyone with this and I don’t have an issue with anyone headcanoning it,I promise. I just… don’t. He reminds me wayyyy too much of a character from my previousfandom who had the fandom treat him the exactsame way because he wore plaid and did engineering stuff as well as being atalented pianist and artist so y’know, let’sstereotype the character that canonically flirts with more women than any ofhis brothers. It’s a super sore spot for me because the whole situation waskinda rough for one of my friends who had a really strong muse for thecharacter, and the fact that it’s happening to ANOTHER character the exact same waykind of frustrates me. Like, headcanon what y’all want but for me at least, I just don’t see it.

Favorite relationship:I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for him and Tiffany at this point. I don’t knowif I’d call their relationship exactly healthy,much like with Chad and Jenny, but at the same time I’m a bit of a sucker forthe “ladykiller in love” trope (or whatever you’d call it if the girl’s the onewho’s a lot more flirtatious than the guy. XD) I also really love the idea ofKenny, Adam and AJ being a really tight-knit group of friends, and Kennyprobably gets along really well with Jenny too.

Favorite headcanon:He’s a bit uptight. Super charming and everything when he’s in “Head CounselorMode” and being friendly with parents and/or kids, but actually running thecamp can make him come across as somewhat neurotic. But on the other side, he’ssuper sweet and kind of a dorky romantic guy who probably serenades Tiffany withhis guitar when he has the chance. X3

Adam

First impression:The whole “edgy,” “biker-y” thing wasn’t really the type of character I’m drawnto, but I didn’t hate him. Like a lot of the characters, I was kind of “meh” onhim in general. Also the lack of stealth really wasn’t my thing for a long time.

Impression now: Ilike him a lot, even if I don’t get to play him much. And honestly,mechanically, he’s not really my best character to play as, especially since he’ssuper noisy and now can’t even run away from Jason at a full sprint. Butcharacter-wise? He’s pretty fun to work with. X3

Favorite moment:Again, really not sure I have one; I barely play him since the random selectiondoesn’t give him to me often, and I rarely pick him since there’s othercharacters I’m better at playing.

Idea for a story:Wellllll, he’s in the short story I’ve been picking at lately… though I don’treally have any stories in mind for Adam specifically. Again, he’s one of thosecharacters I like using as a best friend/side character.

Unpopular opinion:I dunno, I don’t see him as being quite the “tough, rough, bad-boy” some peopledo? Like, yeah he’s got the hair and the leather and stuff, but I feel like he’sa lot more “tough on the outside (especially to bullies) and sweet on theinside” than anything else.

Also I actually like him and AJ being a couple, which seemsto be a somewhat unpopular opinion.

Favorite relationship:Well, AJ mostly, since it’s canon. XD And cute. I do like him and Kennybeing really good friends, and probably the voices of reason in the camp, Adamespecially. (Kenny can be a bit intense as I write him, while Adam’s a lotmellower.)

Favorite headcanon: Iguess since he doesn’t have any confirmed backstory, I kind of really like Adambeing Italian (specifically Sicilian) since his last name is. Also that Adam’sthe cool, laid-back counselor that all the kids think is the Absolute Coolest.

Eric

Y’all had to do it tome, didn’t you?

First impression:I didn’t like him. Out of the entire cast, Eric’s the only one who hasn’tspoken to me at all. Like, at all. He’skind of the epitome of the kind of character I end up feeling very “thank youbut no” about.

Impression now:Nothing has changed. I don’t like him really at all. I don’t like playing ashim because even with a slightly higher strength, he’s still a much worse formof Deborah who can’t run worth anything. And he literally doesn’t speak to mecreatively at all.

Favorite moment:I don’t know, maybe the one time I was in a group and managed to stay away fromJason for like, 5 minutes? The Jason admitted to toying with us, but it was oneof the few times I felt like I wasn’t a huge useless burden as Eric.

Idea for a story:Literally none, he doesn’t speak to me at all.

Unpopular opinion: Idon’t get the meme-ness of him, or understand why people like him at all. Ijust frustrated with people acting like he’s some kind of awesome characterwhen he’s just… really, really not.

Favorite relationship:I don’t have one. I don’t even have friendshipones for him. I think he might have a crush on Deborah but yeah, that ain’tgoing anywhere in my stories.

Favorite headcanon:Uh, that he’s in charge of the radio? Look, I got nothing. I gave him the jobof introducing the radio to Deborah in my story to give him something to do, I literallydon’t have any feeling other than complete apathy at best when it comes to Eric.

#friday the 13th #f13game #friday the 13th the game #friday the 13th game #kenny riedell #jenny myers #adam palomino #eric lachappa #headcanons #this took ages and i'm exhausted #i'm sorry #hope this isn't a horrible set of answers for y'all #Anonymous

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Fast Car - Chapter 17

"You've got the meds?"

"Yeah, one patch is on. Scheduling is on." Tim replied. "Synced with your cellphone so you can nag me if I forget to replace it."

It had sounded scary at first, for both Tim and Jason. Jason suspected that it would've been scarier, still, for Tim. He was the one who'd need to wear it at all times, after all. The patch looked like a simple, clear-colored band-aid, but it was actually filled with a plethora of electronics underneath, "the nutshell version is having electroshock therapy device attached to you at all times, but it'll release hormones instead of electricity," Tim had explained. It would be placed just under his hairline, on the nape of his neck. Tim assured him many, many times that it does not deliver actual electric shocks and/or will be shorting when the wearer is showering/swimming. "That's the first thing I made sure of, duh. The second was the invisibility." Because Tim understood the stigma of a mental health diagnosis quite well, and a light-colored patch on a dark skin would look like a beacon advertising the wearer's affliction.

The last of the cuts on his arms had faded to nearly invisible scars on Tim's pale skin, crisscrossing the old ones. Random passers-by wouldn't have noticed them. Jason could feel them, still, when he run his hand over them. And Tim's face--

There would always be a faint hint of peach on his cheeks these days, and not so much of the purple raccoon eyes that had shocked Jason four months ago. Jason had trimmed Tim's hair, there are still enough for Jason to grab and play on, but not too long to cover his eyes.

Within a mere month after Jason moved back with him, the sunken-ness of Tim's cheeks had filled up some, earning him comments of "you look younger!' from his colleagues. Jason could always tell when some of Tim's colleagues teased him about his age and looks - Tim would commandeer the electric shaver the next day and let it run across his smooth chin and jawline, hoping that he would grow beard or some sort of facial hair. So far, still no luck. But Jason still counted a win when a pout and sulk and an attempt to shave would be as far as Tim would do. And in the lab, Conner was good enough to steer Tim clear off Tim's intention of researching ways to grow facial hair.

There are no blades in the loft, Jason made sure of it. All of their kitchen appliances are locked, with only Jason allowed access to them. A little extreme, sure, but they have reached an agreement that it was better for both of them if all kinds of temptations were out of sight and access from Tim.

But then again, Tim's needs for... the 'distractions' have abated a lot, a whole lot with Jason being there. He was still busy with the lab below, but with Bruce granting Jason special access key to the lab, Tim really couldn't run away - or lock himself in, which he'd done a few times before Bruce gave Jason a key - when Jason went into the lab and demand him to go home and get some sleep. Now, Timmers, or I'll haul you up. The excited and expectant gawks from Tim's lab-mates would usually be enough for Tim to stop whatever it is he was working on and followed Jason home with a massive pout and several choice-words of curses and grumbles.

Hopefully he would still miss the low-fives or fist bumps Jason got from Bart or Conner whenever he'd make Tim leave the lab. Or the fact that Conner would promptly close the lab some five minutes after Tim left.

Conner had brought his girlfriend, Cassandra Sandsmark, and Bart brought his girlfriend, Kiran Singh; on just about every weekends to have triple dates. Or in lazy and/or blizzard times, they would stay in and stream some movies while Conner and Jason practiced their culinary skills. So far, Bart noted, he hasn't needed to call in for emergency pizza to the rescue. Or booked a trip to the ER for food poisoning.

Jason had fully moved out from the Wayne's barn, and temporarily moved in to Tim's loft as their house was being renovated to accommodate Tim's work space and his garage. Jason had also managed to argue Tim out of making him the sole owner of the house, after a whole lot of arguments and getting Barbara's help to make him a slideshow presentation.

Seriously. There was a presentation describing the benefits of co-owning the house vs having just his name there. Credit scores and all. Jason never even know what his credit score was. Or that he even had a credit score. He'd always thought those things were just for people who has a lot of money or born with money and/or inheritance.

There will be their individual work spaces in the opposing wings of the house, and there would be no locks on the doors of the work spaces. They have both agreed to have alarms to limit their home-working hours and remind the other to take care of themselves. And this, Jason knew, this would be something Tim would adhere to. His organized mind just simply not able to not follow a schedule. That point was prominent in Jason's mind when he wrote his part of the vow.

The Vow that he and Tim would recite in a few weeks, Jason mused as he felt the cold metal around his ring finger, and caught the glint of the ruby on the ring around Tim's finger as Tim's arm hooked around Jason's. His own arms were full of tupperware boxes - Alfred was not joking when he said he'd pack leftovers after their Sunday Dinner at the Wayne Manor. They would be eating well for the next week. Maybe. Or at least the next three to four days, if neither of them would end up with overtimes and eating less than two meals per day at home.

Or two days, if Bart managed to sneak his way in to their home.

"Home," Tim suddenly said.

"Hm?"

"I was just thinking... for a pair of orphans, we've managed to have not one, but two homes for ourselves." Tim said. "Not too shabby."

"Not too shabby at all." Jason agreed, pressing his lips on Tim's temple. "Thank you."

"Jason," Tim smiled ruefully. "Thank you, for not leaving me behind. In BrisTown."

"I couldn't. You've got the fast car." Jason grinned impishly.

"Well now you've got the literal fast car." Tim grinned at him. "How does it feel?" he asked as he helped Jason putting the boxes into Jason's car, a 2013 Mustang that used to belong to Dick and Jason had acquired in exchange of making five of Dick's other cars - including, of all things, a 1974 VW Beetle ("this is the last that was built in Germany, Jason! Before they moved the factory to Mexico!") - working and running again. Damn thing was older than Bruce and by all means should have been buried with its dignity intact, long ago. But Dick refused to let her die, and Jason had wondered if he'd have to make ritual sacrifices for parts, until Tim gave him the number of his contact in Germany who provided a number of cobbled-together parts.

"It feels..." he caressed the car's roof gently. "Well, you really can't go wrong with Mustang." he grinned. "But you really can't go wrong driving it with the one you love."

Tim snorted mirthfully, taking a seat on the passenger's side. "God, you cheesy." he said, scrunching his nose.

"You've known me for a long time now, and you just found it out now?" Jason quipped as he entered the driver's side.

"No, just didn't think I'd like it so much." Tim replied, a hesitant smile on his face as his lower lip started to tremble.

Jason reached over and tugged Tim's chin gently. "Hey, come on now. What is it?"

"I'm screwed, aren't I?" Tim said, a line of tears starting down his cheek.

"Welp, technically, you're legal and consenting. So I don't see the needs for the waterworks." Jason grinned at him, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Tim laughed and swatted his hand. "You jerk. I was trying to be sappy and all." he made a face. "But we'll need some stuff. I think we're out of lube."

"Whaaat? Again??"

"Hey, I'm not the one who use that thing like you're deep-frying!"

They drove away from the Wayne Manor in relative silence, Jason's non-driving hand on the nape of Tim's neck.

"I love you." Tim suddenly said.

Jason didn't take his eyes off the road, but squeezed Tim's neck lightly and replied. "I love you, too."

Maybe, Jason silently prayed, maybe they can fix themselves well. Together. They have a good number of people who could support them, anyway. Bruce, Dick, Barbara, and Alfred to help Jason through his doubting days; Conner, Bart, Cassandra, and Kiran, to support Tim if/when Jason was being a jerk. Surprisingly, when Damian was informed of Tim's clinical condition, he was incredibly interested to help keep an eye on Tim, "to see if the device works or not, Todd!"

Jason suspected it's just another thing Damian is keeping records of, to use against Tim when he couldn't win in a normal argument. Dick assured him that Damian's scathing ways were simply his way to show he cares. The jury is still out in that, though.

"You know what else we've got?" he said as something struck him.

"What?"

"Family." Jason smiled and scratched Tim's head a little. "Lookit that, orphan boy, we've got a family."

"We do, don't we?" Tim smiled brightly. "Whaddya know..."

They were silent for a few heartbeats until Tim spoke again, "so we gonna stick our vows on my mom's grave, too?"

Jason grinned mischievously. "You betcha, Timmers. Let her know that we've made it."

Note: End of this segment! I hope y'all like, and as always, comments, likes & reblogs are very, very appreciated! This here be the first multi-chaptered fanfic I've ever posted. And it feels kind of poignant for me that the last chapter is posted on NYE. Bye, 2017! Hello, 2018! Here's to hoping that our respective lives will be better in 2018 and brighter. And our muses remain as active if not more active as ever and allow us to tell their stories - preferably not at the same time. Maybe I should devise a queue number for them muses, like at banks... Anyway! Again, thank you everybody who'd left comments, likes, and/or reblogs, the lifeblood of all artworkers. Have a happy New Year, all!

#Jason Todd #Tim Drake #JayTim #fastcarAU #Conner Kent #Bart Allen #no-capeAU #Dick Grayson #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Batfam #yaaay it's done!

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Nalu Fluff Week 2017 Within the Law, Chapter 2

fanfiction by impracticaldemon Words: ~3000 | Also on FFnet | AO3 (coming soon) | CH. 1

Author's Note:

Chapter 2 of Within the Law is based on the Day 4 prompt "History", with several nods to the Day 1 prompt "Soulmates".

I'd like to thank everyone who is reading, following and liking this story so far, with special thanks to those who have taken a moment to drop me a line to tell me what they think of the story.

Chapter 2—Friend or Foe?

Prompt: History

I—Scrutiny

The interview did not go at all as Lucy expected. For one thing, it was a great deal more informal than any interview she'd ever had for a job (other than one for a paper route that her father wouldn't let her keep). The real shock, however, was finding out that the law firm of Makarov & Vermilion—known to lawyers as Fairy Tail—had a history with her family.

The room was more or less what she had envisioned—corporate-Fiore standard boardroom with an oval table, big comfortable chairs, and fully updated with the newest in lacrima technology. The artwork was a little unusual, and appeared to have been contributed by various members of the firm, since there wasn't any cohesion or similarity between the pieces that she could make out. Lucy couldn't help but glance at Natsu when her eyes caught what appeared to be an original Star Wars movie poster in all its kitschy, late- seventies glory, mounted in a place of honour on one wall. Natsu gave her two thumbs up, apparently aware of her interest—in the poster—and Lucy found herself smiling.

"That's the slightly more common version, of course," he stage whispered to her as she sat down in her designated spot. "But I have the Type A poster at home."

Lucy had no idea what he was talking about; apparently Natsu was an even bigger geek than she was. Also… was that a pick-up line? Gray either shared her concern or saw her expression. He punched Natsu none-too-lightly on the shoulder.

"Seriously, Pepto B? Lucy's here for a job interview and you sound like some kind of nerdy pick-up artist."

"What the hell, Gray?! I just thought she'd like to know—I mean she can recognize an Imperial Destroyer-class capital ship when she sees one!"

"So could anyone who's known you for at least five minutes," argued Gray, unconsciously pushing back his sleeves. His pale blue shirt was now unbuttoned most of the way down his chest, revealing a stylized silver sword on a matching chain around his neck—and some very nice muscle, and part of a dark blue tattoo.

Lucy saw Erza Scarlet, the firm's youngest-ever managing partner start to tense at the childish behaviour. She leaned forward, but Makarov Dreyar, the firm's senior partner, shook his head at her slightly, and Ms. Scarlet sighed but didn't intervene. Lucy wondered just how often this kind of thing went on around Fairy Tail. Were they at least more professional around clients? And did their lead forensic specialist really need to show off his chest like that? Lucy found herself looking back at Natsu in the hope that maybe this was a common habit for Fairy Tail guys. Hope?! Did I really just think that? Ugh! This is getting out of hand.

Ignoring Ms. Scarlet's glare, Natsu poked Gray in the chest with a forefinger. It didn't look like much, but Gray almost fell out of his chair.

"Hah!" crowed Natsu. "Shows what you know, Stripper! Lucy hadn't known me for five minutes yet!" He beamed at Lucy, who once again felt like a deer caught in particularly attractive headlights. She scrambled to get her wits together, her task made harder as Natsu reached up and loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. Mercifully, he stopped with just one button.

"… I guess not," she ventured. "At least, I know it wasn't for very long."

Gray leaned forward toward Natsu with a predatory smirk. "Thought so. You didn't go fetch Lucy like you were supposed to, did you? I'll bet you ran home to let Plue out, set Happy to keep an eye on him, and then—let's see—you had to rush back here because you can't stand riding the subway. You know, I thought it was strange that Lucy got caught in the rain."

Lucy felt a blush starting—why had she lied to cover up for Natsu? Then she discovered that nobody else seemed especially upset, although Ms. Scarlet was obviously irritated.

"And which great detective are you today, Ice Cube Brain, Poirot or Holmes?" Natsu rolled his eyes. "I mean for crying out loud, Ice Princess, don't you—"

"That's enough!" Ms. Scarlet's hand smacked the table, and Lucy jumped right along with the guys. "Natsu—we'll have to have another chat about your billable hours later today. Gray, put your shirt back on and stop baiting Natsu."

Wait, what? Lucy stared at Gray, whose expensive broadcloth shirt was hanging neatly over the back of his chair. What the hell?

Okay, so the lawyers at M&V were a little… unusual. Lucy had already known that in advance. She'd done her research—and seen the news stories—so she'd been aware that Makarov Dreyar was extremely short and tended to conduct business sitting cross-legged on top of tables, podiums, bars, and—in one very famous case—the back of a client's expensive and extremely explicit Greek statue of three lovers.

Mr. Makarov had argued that as the statue was a perfectly functional chair, and as there were no obscenity by-laws regarding lawn furniture, the City of Magnolia had no right to either fine his client or force him to remove the object from his front lawn. He'd lost the case, but it had made his law firm known to most of Fiore by the time it was over. On top of that, the client had reputedly been pleased that he and his statue had been on the news for the better part of two months. It had allegedly doubled the client's business, which Lucy preferred to not think about too hard.

Lucy had also been prepared for Erza Scarlet to be a gorgeous redhead who was not much older than she was. Ms. Scarlet was known equally for her uncompromising courtroom tactics and her custom-designed suits, which had a strange tendency toward colorful bows and thematic patterns that she claimed were related to her cases. Three years ago, journalist Jason Khol had commented that if Erza Scarlet ever showed up for court in a regular black or navy suit, he'd know for sure to leave immediately; the case would either be boring or leave people dead. He had also reported that the lawyer's one weakness was strawberry torte with real whipped cream. Looking across at the giant portrait of a piece of cake so deliciously realistic that Lucy's mouth immediately began to water, Lucy concluded that the information might have been more accurate that Jason's usual offerings.

She was called back to the present when Ms. Scarlet cleared her throat and thanked Lucy for coming to the interview. Lucy almost hugged her for saying something so normal.

"I'm very happy to be here," she began.

"Well, that's just it," interrupted Makarov. "You see, we've had our eyes on you for some time, but since we're all very much like family here, we had to make sure that you weren't just applying for a position in order to spy for your father."

Lucy froze in place. This was actually worse than she'd expected. She'd become more or less inured to being courted for her family's wealth and connections, but she'd never ceased to be hurt on the rare occasions that she'd been met with grim scorn or open hostility because of her family's "opportunistic" business practices.

"Oi, gramps!" Lucy blinked in surprise. It sounded like Natsu was—angry?—on her behalf. Sure enough, the pink-haired securities lawyer waded in with total disregard for rank or protocol. "You didn't have to put it like that! Besides, it's perfectly obvious that she's not here to spy for Old No-Heart Heartfilia!"

No-Heart Heartfilia. Yes, that's what they called him—the nebulous "they" being almost anyone from whom he'd ever wanted something.

Lucy looked up when a heavy arm dropped around her shoulders and squeezed. She automatically noticed the high-quality wool of the suit and the fine linen of the shirt cuff. She'd been raised to notice things like that in the same way that others noticed hair and eye colour. Still a little in shock at the unexpected—well, not attack exactly, but close—she mused that she didn't like Natsu's cuff links and would have to choose him a new pair. That thought brought her out of her daze. What was it with him that made her think things like that? He smells good, her nose suggested. She didn't recognize the soap, so it was probably an off-brand—something he'd picked up for himself—but there was a hint of pine and fresh wood smoke that was both very odd and somehow comforting.

"I have to agree with Pinky, jiji." To Lucy's surprise, that was Gray's cool, rather deep voice, and it sounded like he was on her side too. "Lucy lied like a champ for Natsu and—as we've heard—she barely knew him. Not just that, but I'm pretty sure she didn't know he was a partner, so I doubt she was looking to buy favours." Gray must have moved closer, because she heard him murmur sotto voce: "Waste of time with Natsu anyway…"

Lucy looked up at Mr. Makarov, who seemed to be frowning at her. All at once she realized that Natsu was still hugging her. It was nice, but she preferred to stand on her own two feet, metaphorically speaking.

"Um, Natsu?"

"Natsu—personal space?" Erza's voice sounded slightly weary; no doubt they'd had this conversation before.

"Yeah, Natsu, she hasn't accepted your offer to come see your Type A Star Wars poster yet you know." Sure enough, Gray was right behind her.

"Gray—put your shirt back on."

"Oh—sure thing Erza."

Gray's presence disappeared from behind her and at the same time the warmth around her shoulders vanished. She felt surprisingly disappointed, but persevered.

"Mr. Makarov—Ms. Scarlet—is this still an interview for a job? Or am I here because you're angry with my father?"

"Hmmm, well, I wouldn't say I was ever angry with you, Ms. Heartfilia. It's just that your father has a way of hurting people when he doesn't get his own way, so I am… protective."

Lucy stood up, pleased to find that she was fully in control of herself and her voice again.

"There is nobody who understands my father's nature better than I do," she said in a clipped voice. "Am I here for a job? Or a trial?"

Mr. Makarov smiled at her, and to Lucy's surprise, his smile had quite a bit of the same elusive, sunny charm as Natsu's.

"Actually, if Gray and Natsu hadn't jumped in so quickly, I would have explained that although we were concerned about your motives for seeking employment here, we've already determined that you're just the kind of person we want here—and the right person to make sure that past history stays in the past."

"Oh." Lucy suddenly felt deflated. Then her normal good spirits—which had somehow survived her father's rule after her mother's death—started to bubble back to the surface. "Um, Mr. Makarov?"

"Yes?"

"Does this mean I'm hired?"

"If you want the position, it's yours."

Lucy nodded firmly. "Absolutely. I've dreamed of working here."

"Awesome!" That was Natsu, and he was grinning even more brightly than before.

"Welcome to Fairy Tail," said Gray, who still hadn't put his shirt back on. He offered Lucy a slight smile—the first she'd seen other than when he'd been laughing at Natsu.

"We're very happy to have you here," put in Erza. "Please, just call me Erza. If you have some time now, we can do up the proper contracts and so on."

"And discuss billable hours," muttered Natsu.

"Nonsense, she's a summer student," Erza told him sharply. "You on the other hand…"

"Right—got it! And, uh, I've got to get going… are we done here? I mean, gramps has a beer out now and all…"

Sure enough, Mr. Makarov was drinking placidly from a giant beer stein. Where had that come from?

"Fine. Go." Erza shook her head as Natsu rushed off. "That boy… brilliant, of course, but not focussed."

"He's young," murmured Erza's boss—to the extent that she had one. She started to nod in agreement, when Makarov added, "So are you, of course."

"Well then, time to wrap this up," said Gray. He was looking impatient, but was too polite to simply leave.

Just then, Natsu stuck his head in at the door.

"Lucy! I forgot! I'll walk you home, okay? Also—don't let Gray convince you to try out for the hockey team and don't let Erza talk you into putting on a musical. See you in a couple of hours!"

The pink hair vanished as quickly as it had come.

"Musical?" Lucy asked, puzzled.

"Oh yes!" replied Erza, suddenly looking much less severe and considerably younger. "I happened to notice on your résumé that you've done some amateur theatricals, and…"

Lucy heard a snicker from Gray; he patted her on the shoulder on his way out, careful not to interrupt Erza's excited description of the potential for the first ever Fairy Tail musical operetta. Seated to Erza's right, on the conference table, Lucy saw Mr. Makarov smile into his beer.

II—Not Alone

"So, how was your first day?"

Lucy looked sideways at Natsu, who looked cheerfully unrepentant about leaving work early. He'd told her that he'd probably go back later. Unless she wanted to see the poster today, of course. Lucy had declined, citing fatigue and a need to find a place to live in the city now that she could more or less afford to pay rent.

"Well, I didn't really do any work… I mean, I still have end of year exams to go before I can work full-time for the rest of the summer."

Natsu gave her a knowing look.

"I'll bet Erza talked you into the musical."

"True. But she agreed that it might be better to consider a play to start."

"Heh. She wants Gray to sing—he's a dork, but he's got a good voice. He's usually willing to go along with stuff, but he's put his foot down on the singing." Natsu paused, considering. "So far."

"I know exactly what you mean," Lucy told him with considerable feeling. "Erza's amazing, and she's been my idol for the last two years, but she's really… intense."

"Accurate," Natsu agreed. Despite the beautiful clothes, Lucy was starting to believe that he really wasn't much older than she was.

They walked along for a few more minutes, chatting and laughing with surprising ease, when Natsu stopped abruptly and looked toward a park about a half-block away.

"Come on," he said. "I've got to get Happy and Plue."

Bemused, and amazed that she was going with him despite her skirt and heels—she'd ditched the stockings and not bothered with her spare pair—Lucy trailed along behind Natsu. When they reached the park, the white dog and blue-grey cat came trotting up. At Natsu's request, Lucy carefully squatted down in her tight skirt to pet the dog. He was an adorable little thing, with short, velvety fur and dark, expressive eyes.

"So his owner is away?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah… Well, kinda." Natsu shifted from foot-to-foot, his cat Happy in the crook of one arm. "Actually, they're not coming back. But I didn't want Plue to go to just anyone, so I took him in. The building doesn't allow dogs, but I'm planning to get my own place soon anyway, so I thought—why not?"

There was obviously some kind of story there—more old history?—but for some reason, Lucy didn't feel the need to find out about it the way she usually did. She liked the dog—more of a puppy, really—and for some reason, she liked the man. She smiled when it occurred to her that Natsu seemed like a bit of a puppy himself at times. Corporate law shark he might be, but she hadn't seen it so far. She might feel differently once they'd worked together for a while, of course.

A hand reached down, and Natsu helped her to her feet. He seemed a little abstracted, so Lucy gave him his space. Or tried to, anyway. He appeared to like walking close to her, and—again, she wasn't sure why—it didn't bother her.

"How about I give you a hand with finding an apartment?" Natsu asked, after several minutes of silence.

Lucy stopped, since they were about to head down into the subway station, and it would be next-to-impossible to chat down there, given the noise and people. She was surprised by the offer—but not really.

"You don't mind?" She hesitated, and then said bluntly, "The thing is that I'm going to have to do a fair bit of looking. It's got to be nice enough to be comfortable, but not too expensive—although I've got some money saved up, which will help. But the big thing is that my dad's going to be really upset. So I need to look without him knowing."

Natsu nodded, obviously thinking. "So you're running away then?"

"Pretty much. But I've still got a year of school to go so… I don't know exactly how it will work out."

Her companion studied her face and then smiled reassuringly. "We'll make it happen—no problem! You're not on your own now, you know?"

An odd lump rose in Lucy's throat, and she hastily blinked away tears.

"Yeah. Thanks, Natsu."

"There is one thing, though."

"What?" Lucy could feel her original wariness return.

"I really hate subways. Worse than anything." He looked embarrassed and ran a hand through his pink hair.

"Oh. I see the problem." Lucy pulled herself out of her unproductive thoughts. She smiled at Natsu. "I think I can make it home from here on my own, to be honest. Besides, Erza will be happier with you if you head back to work, won't she?"

"Yeah… After I drop off these two, anyway." He seemed a little disappointed, and Lucy hoped it was because he was sorry she had to go. "Well, maybe you can come by on the weekend? Hang out with me and these guys?" His head indicated the cat and the dog.

Lucy didn't know what to say. She wanted to say yes, but it was ridiculous to trust a guy that she barely knew.

"Aren't you going to be working?" she temporized.

"Probably not; there's nothing big in the works for a couple more weeks. Actually, that's the thing—I don't always have a ton of free time, but this weekend's good. That's how it goes in my practice area—you're either working flat out or not too much. I don't mind it. But I want to help you find a place, so…"

"Well, okay then." Lucy gave in and decided to go for it. She couldn't tell if the guy was just being nice—very nice—or whether he was asking her out in a very, very circuitous way. It was impossible to tell. At the very least, he seemed to want to spend time with her. She definitely wanted to spend time with him, although she couldn't quite explain why. She felt less alone than she had in years.

Natsu was frowning again, but he grinned at her response. "Great! Okay, let's exchange numbers"—they each pulled out their communications lacrima—"and we'll aim for early Saturday afternoon. Good?"

"Works for me."

"Also, if you ever just want to come over and study, I can probably help. Gray's not too shabby either, though I wouldn't tell him that."

"Such fulsome praise!"

"I know, right?" Another blinding grin.

"See you on Saturday, Natsu!"

"Bye Lucy! Don't trip in the turnstile this time!"

Lucy opened her mouth to protest—it was Happy and Plue that had tripped her up—but Natsu was already jogging away. She suspected he was laughing.

[END]

A/Note: So, this chapter ended up three times longer than planned—mind you, I'm using the term "planned" in a very general kind of way. I hope you enjoyed it! I'll probably do one more to wrap up Fluff Week. The story needs at least a kiss and definitely some cuddle time... but what do I know?

As always, your reviews and comments are very much appreciated! You'd be surprised how encouraging it is to know that people look forward to reading your work. :)

Confession time ~ I do have a law degree and practiced law in a large firm for just over two years after finishing law school. I practice law in Canada, which means primarily "common law" - that is, law based on both legislation and the decisions of the courts. The US, and most former British colonies, are also common law jurisdictions. The system is different in "civil law" jurisdictions, such as Québec (in Canada) and most of Europe.

@shell-senji @nalufever @eliz1369 @nalu-natic @naluloverforever @unashamed-shipper @kazama-hime @sabinasanfanfic @sanguine-fairy @very-x-vice @walk-tall-my-fr1ends @hakusaitosan @strawberrysweetlove35 @fic-writer-appreciation @ftfanfics

Note: I may not be tagging all the right people; I apologize to those I’ve included by mistake and (in absentia!) to those I’ve missed.

#fairy tail #nalu #nalufluffweek #fanfiction #impracticaldemon #within the law 2 #prompt history #nalu fluff wk 2017

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ataash-varin-katara-blog · 7 years

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sex+romance headcanons thing. All for Axcell? :P

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?: He’s pansexual with no real preference to either gender. It just… sometimes fluctuates.Also Demi-sexual.

 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity?: 22

 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date?: noPE

 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date?: yeah? Of course!… would take awhile though.

 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?: all dependant on the person. If it’s evident the person is most… dominant he’d like to be asked. But more times than not, he’ll do the asking.

 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?: LOL K. All of these… are to be done with somebody he’s trust his life with. And that’s….. rare. Extremely rare. Air-playBlood/pain. Domination/Submission. Probably some he has to discover.

 💬 When did my muse go on their first date?: he hasn’t been on one.

 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?: probably something like a picnic in the park or a walk in the woods? Or anything which makes the other happy and he can watch.

 💗 Has my muse ever been in love?:….. selective. Yes at the time. No looking back.

 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like?: it was a moment and a mistake of emotional times to try and get some relief from PTSD which lead to something unhealthy but a split on good terms and understandings.

 👰 Would my muse ever get married?: yes, absolutely! Would take a long ass time though.

 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding?: smalllllll!

 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?: Switch, surprisingly enough…. more easily falls into being dominant but…. he can be submissive. He adores both in equal parts. Or… somewhat adores.

 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like?: it was bland and felt… looking back on it. Emotionless. It was just a woman and a man. Both in somewhat emotional states. One at the time not happy, the other with PTSD and with a relationship it’s just what happened. It’s not something he looks back on and remembers it fondly.

 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy?: moreso than he is polyamory. Polyamory is EXTREMELY selective with thee amount of trust issues he has. And…. I think in honesty the polyamory is only to be used with @tevintermagisterium and @contritoscorde’s muses.

 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship?: only one. Which was just mentioned.

 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? Again. ^^^^

 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? Nope.

 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? Wasn’t really any romantic emotions heartbreaks to be fair? Just… family matters!

 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? He hasn’t really thought of any. Romance is difficult for him to get around since his trust…. is barely existing. So I guess somebody who can give him time and space when needed.

 💋 How many people has my muse slept with?: just the one.

 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around?: not at all. The mere thought gives him horrendous anxiety.

 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? No. Never.

 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?: only been the one.

 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? No. He finds no desire for anything materialistic. Feels that that form of relationship is abusive and sly.

 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? Nope.

 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? No. And he’d leave anybody who did to him, for it would throw all trust out the window. Same with lying.

 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? Eh…. pfft lmao. Idk… Jason Momoa and Leati Joseph Anoa'i for men. Rebecca Mary Quin for female.

 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? …. nobody. Just… nobody?

 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? Nope.

 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? HAH!!!! Notatall

 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it? Over protectiveness. When he doesn’t flinch and tense up when being touched. Small touches not and then. Just when he walks by etc. Makes them breakfast in bed. Favourite meals done for dinner etc. Food done for their work placement with stupid post-it notes with a doodle on it. No words. Just a stupid doodle.

#long post #{so this was done on mobile meaning no formatting what so ever....}#{SORRY!}

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realityextinct · 7 years

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Jason!centric fanfic - The Wedge Between (Chapter 2)

CHAPTER 1

Summary:

“I am the enemy I am the antidote Watch me closely I will stand up, now!”

(Arch Enemy - We Will Rise)

Rating: PG-13

Status: In Progress

Chapters: 2/?

Warnings: abstractness/weirdness, lack of proper description..?

A/N: I write with Under The Red Hood Jason in mind, please think of him while reading this story… Arsenal here = The Rise Of Arsenal. That’s all I am going to say (not all of us hate that part of the comics).

Thank you for reading!!

Word count: 1,159

Chapter 2

"So this is why you freed me? To fight for your drug empire?!" Roy was outraged, throwing a man across the room, grabbing an arrow and sending it into another one's head. He wasn't fooling around or careful where he was aiming, having no time for that as more men came attacking. He told himself that all of these were criminals.

So...Shit happened.

"No..." Jason knocked out a man attacking him with a bare fist, "But... My 'empire' is necessary to take control of crime."

"I see no flaw in that logic... Only that I expected something else!" Roy cursed under his breath when he realized he was out of arrows, grabbing a gun instead.

"What were you expecting then?" Jason threw a man against another two, knocking all three out in the process, getting fed up with the brawl himself and grabbing two of his guns.

"I don't know, fighting bigger villains for instance? Instead of this small fry," both their backs collided as they got surrounded by the enemies, ready to fire their guns, "Besides, where are your other men?"

"To effectively destroy the head it's best to work your way up," Jason aimed at the two men who looked like they were going to attack first, "These guys attacked my territory, killing off most of my men..."

"I thought it was the other way around..." the men seemed to think attacking Roy would be a better idea since he had only one gun, drawing their knives. Roy rolled his eyes, "You really need to keep a better eye on the borders, huh..."

"...If you destroy the head, small separate gangs will form. So instead of winning you will only be creating more problems for yourself...and others," gunshots, screams and loud cries of pain filled the air as every single man fell down one by one, unable to get closer than four meters to the duo.

"Hah...never thought of it like that. You really know your stuff..." with everyone down, Roy shed his gun, turning around to look at Jason.

"The things you are forced to learn..." shedding one of his guns as well, Jason kicked a few bodies around, making sure they were out of action...shooting ones that were still able to move, putting ones with lethal wounds out of their misery. They should be grateful, "You didn't need to come along this time if it's so much of a bother to you, Roy."

"Aren't we a team?" Roy looked around the warehouse, making sure there were no hidden enemies or snipers while Jason cleaned up, "Besides... I owe you big time."

"Then stop complaining."

There was a short pause as they finished up, leaving the warehouse soon after and heading straight for another gang, "Who are we up against anyway?" Roy asked, eyeing the unfamiliar gang uniforms.

"I have no clue..." was Jason's honest reply as he started a full-on shooting assault right in the open, Roy joining him in seconds, unfazed by the suddenness.

"You don't know??!! I mean...ah... Aren't you supposed to have done that detective work and stu--"

Getting distracted, Jason shot a guy in the head on accident as he snapped at Roy, "Do I look like Batman to you?!"

Having not expected that, Arsenal momentarily stopped his attack, with Jason taking the lead on his own for a short time.

This made him think back to his relationship with his own mentor...and somehow, he knew exactly where Jason was coming from with that statement. Look at them now... Fighting crime in their own, far more effective way. And not as Robin and Speedy. Robin and Red Arrow. But as Red Hood and Arsenal.

Nothing as a reminder to them of their sidekick days... Not in their names, not in their actions.

And somehow...this was far more satisfying. It made a lot more sense to Roy.

Joining his partner, they silently took down another gang and no more words were exchanged until they cleaned the entire area. And surprisingly, Roy didn't feel weirded out by the silence.

It was kind of nice to be able to stay comfortably quiet with someone for a change.

After they gathered just a bit of information from those who survived, both have taken a break on a rooftop, Jason casually grabbing for a cig and offering Roy the pack who happily accepted it.

But even though this silence was inviting, as Roy looked out into the city, the noise carrying on for long miles, he couldn't help but voice his thoughts. Thoughts he didn't have back at prison...yet somehow, he was having now, "We destroyed a lot of families tonight, huh..."

Jason glanced at him for nearly a moment, before looking into the distance too, "...we didn't kill all of them."

"Yeah...but still plenty enough."

"It was necessary. Sacrifices need to be made for the greater good. There was no other way and no small fry should be underestimated...someday, many of them would have risen among the others to start destroying a lot more than they have already."

Roy watched as the breeze carried away his and Jason's smoke, disintegrating it in the distance, "Yeah, I know you are right."

"I am beyond the point of questioning this, Roy," rising to his feet, Jason threw the bud over the edge, looking down at his companion, "You will soon stop too."

Indeed. Roy was still trying to get over the emptiness of losing his only daughter... It was natural for him to think about such things as the anger and the drug effect subsided.

Still... Jason was right. These people were criminals and deserved what they got. How many innocent people, who never did any harm to anyone, had to suffer at their hands? If they had families, then they should have tried to understand the value of one...instead of destroying so many of those they already have, selfishly, for their own gains.

They got what they deserved. He and Jason...they only killed when it was necessary. Even doing a favor for some and gifting them with a quick death.

Surely, they did the right thing.

Harper also admired Todd's plan... A plan to control crime. He did not know where this man got such a stroke of genius, but he felt like this was the greatest decision and plan he has heard and followed yet.

And if he had to shed blood for the greater good...then so be it.

The flash of the Batman signal appeared in the sky, cutting Roy out of his musings, "Do you think he is onto us?"

A short pause as Jason put on his helmet once more, "No...he does not go against small fry until they start operating on a larger scale."

Roy's eyes widened just a little bit behind the mask, before returning to normal, "Huh...some city protector he is..."

"Indeed..." Jason took one more glance at the Batman signal and jumped off the building, "My point exactly."

TBC...

#jason todd #roy harper #dc universe #dc universe fanfic #arsenal #red hood #under the red hood #the rise of arsenal #jasonroy

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darling-i-fancy-you · 7 years

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Perfect - Reggie X OC

[A/N: Despite what this title of this fic is called it is anything but perfect! So this was a first attempt at writing some fluffy Reggie fic, I also went for an OC rather than a reader because it’s kind of my preferred style. It isn’t fully inspired by Ed Sheeran’s - Perfect however I did listen to it a lot whilst writing this fic! Also guys its like 3:30 am, I need some sleep. Without further ado.]

Word Count: 1979

Reggie Mantle was a cliché jock if you had ever seen one.

He had that preppy look down to a T, a cool fitted t-shirt that accentuated his biceps, dark denim jeans that hugged around his ass, and was usually found sporting his personalised letterman jacket. The girls of Riverdale, and some of the guys, could be found highly appreciating the wardrobe Reggie sported.

After the untimely death of Jason Blossom, Reggie was now also in the running for a chance at being captain of Riverdale’s football team – a role that fuelled the testosterone in his body. With the new role of captain firmly in his sights, Reggie saw an increase in attention from the very beautiful and extremely hot Riverdale vixens - wherever he walked Tia and Ginger were sure to follow.

And last but not least, in the reasons as to why Reggie Mantle was a walking cliché, he was a massive jerk. He wasn’t necessarily a bully, per say, but he was an asshole and particularly to the little guys – namely Jughead Jones, Riverdale’s residential loner. He always took it upon himself to pass an unnecessary insult, provoked or otherwise, and he knew it made him a jerk but it was all part and parcel of being a jock in Reggie’s opinion.

So what had changed?

Reggie had spotted her from the corner of his eye as he and Moose worked on dissecting the amphibian that lay dead in front of them. It was third period and they were in Biology, usually Reggie wasn’t so clued in with his academia but Biology he just got; he had carefully incised the little green body and correctly noted all the visible organs within minutes. Reggie began to stare at the girl who sat a few rows in front of him, whilst Moose prodded at the slimy toad in front them.

He watched as she attempted to cut into the soft belly of the frog, she met resistance with every prod she gave the poor dead creature and huffed the hair from her face. Reggie couldn’t help but smile as he watched her struggle, and figuring that he and Moose had already finished up he made his way across the classroom.

‘You having some trouble there?’ He smirked and folded his arms, his cocky exterior firmly in place.

She jolted back at the sudden appearance of the looming figure that was Reggie Mantle and as she took in who was standing in front of her she raised her eyebrow.

‘Reggie, right?’ She questioned with a lilt of annoyance edging in her voice.

Reggie’s smile widen as his name fell from her lips, he took it for granted that so many people knew who he was, yet it amazed him that she knew who he was.

‘Yep, that’d be me.’ He flashed her a grin.

‘Katie.’ She smiled awkwardly, unsure as to why Reggie Mantle was paying any attention to her, let alone speaking to her.

‘Katie?’ Reggie mused on her name thoughtfully, she definitely looked like a Katie, ‘Well Katie, todays your lucky day because I’ve come to the rescue.’

Katie snorted and rolled her eyes; Reggie picked up her discarded scalpel.

‘Oh - you were serious?’ She smiled in amusement.

‘Uh yeah, I was serious.’ Reggie replied as though it was the most obvious point in the world. ‘Okay take a hold of the scalpel.’ He directed.

Katie took the metal tool from Reggie’s hand and held it in a tight fist.

‘Okay, so there’s your first problem.’ He pointed. ‘You’re not holding it right.’

‘Right,’ she began with an interested smile, ‘and how should I be holding it?’

Reggie’s eyes, filled with sincerity, met with Katie’s who looked back playfully. He couldn’t hold back his smile as the short blonde girl bit her lip and raised her eyebrow, waiting in response for an answer.

Reggie brought himself to from his daydreaming gaze, ‘You hold it like you would a pen.’

‘Like this?’ Katie questioned as she shifted the tool around in her hand.

‘Perfect.’ Reggie smiled with a wide grin.

From that day Reggie spent most of his time in Biology watching Katie; the way her long blonde hair would sweep over her face as she fervently took notes, how’d she bite at end of her pencil when she was stuck on a particularly difficult question, and how she’d quietly muffle a laugh when he’d make a loud enough joke – solely for her benefit of course.

He revelled in every sweet expression she made and when she chanced a glance at him it made him physically sick with an unknown emotion.

Reggie couldn’t conclude what it was that made Katie so enchanting: was it the innocent smile she’d give him when they passed in the corridor, was it the way her face rested when she looked off into the distance daydreaming in class, or was it the way her cheeks would lightly turn pink whenever she caught him staring at her - which was then immediately followed by a smile that lay half hidden under locks of golden hair.

He’d never been so captivated with a girl like this before, sure he had girlfriends in the past and they had all been beautiful, but something about Katie made his stomach churn in the sickliest of sweet ways. He wanted to make her laugh and smile, to speak to her and know her favourite song, her favourite movie, her favourite colour.

Reggie Mantle had a crush and it was absolutely consuming him.

For four weeks straight Reggie Mantle had carried Katie’s books to and from Biology and sometimes helped her with her English books for her next period despite the fact it always made him late to Math.

She had insisted that she was fine, it was just a couple of books after all - nothing back breaking, but Reggie had all but demanded that he carried them along with his own. She wasn’t going to complain however, it was nice to spend some alone time with one of Riverdale’s residential heartbreakers, even if it had left her originally perplexed.

Each day as he walked her to and from class he’d ask her a simple question: did she have any brothers or sisters, what was her favourite music album, when was her birthday? At first the questions threw her off guard, even more so than the book carrying but she happily obliged to his interrogation and slowly he began to open up to her.

Typically he was fan of Drake, and she learned that he had one older brother named Oliver who was finishing up at college, and that his favourite movie was surprisingly Back to the Future, he claimed to have watched it well over one hundred times. His eyes shone as he passionately spoke about his football, he told her that from a young age he and Oliver had been on peewee teams, but whereas Oliver began to excel with his academia, Reggie had carried on with his sports. He was anxious though that without the title of captain and without a scholarship his hopes of attending college himself would be sorely dashed; he wasn’t sure that his parents had put much faith in any dreams of him attending college at young age and therefore only saved enough to fund Oliver.

Katie had never expected to start crushing on a guy that she had believed was the epitome of a douchebag; but then she’d never expected that a guy who was such a douchebag would actually have a witty, kind and gentle side hidden under his over-exuberant persona. Underneath that clichéd stereotype garb that he wore was a genuine and sweet guy; worried just like the rest of them and just trying to fit in and get by.

‘So I was thinking,’ he began nonchalantly, on one of their usual afternoon walks to class, ‘we should catch a movie some time.’

Katie coughed lightly on the water that she had been sipping as it caught in her throat, they continued however to walk down the corridor and towards their destination. The blonde girl looked down to floor with a smile and a light blush grazing her face.

Reggie knocked into her shoulder with the upper-half of his body, trying to gain her attention but to no avail she remained quiet.

‘The Twilight’s showing something this Friday.’ Reggie spit-balled his idea, catching the smile that was gracing the petite girls face.

Katie continued to walk onwards, the door to Biology was focusing nearer into sight and she slowly upped the pace, Reggie kept in step with the blonde-haired girl, her quick steps were no match for his long legs and he smiled at the way he could see a hot rouge sweep across the back of her neck from his higher vantage point. Soon enough they had reached their assigned classroom, other students had already began to take their seats inside.

‘Reggie Mantle,’ she turned to question him as they reached the door, ‘are you asking me on a date?’

The tall and muscular boy flashed her a broad smile, he reached for the door handle and held it open for her to walk through.

Reggie and Katie were sat in the back of his old truck at the Twilight Drive-In, Reg had brought along a bundle of fleeced blankets and a backpack filled with sweet treats and sodas. The movie had been in full swing for at least thirty minutes, however Reggie had paid the movie no mind; his focus had solely been on Katie’s face which was captivated in the action of Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore.

He watched as her fingers lightly stroked against her neck absentmindedly and as she slowly popped pieces of the popcorn he had provided into her mouth at regular intervals, he was as captivated in her as she was in the film.

She didn’t notice him watching her until he let out a small puff of air that formed a laugh of some sorts. He had been watching as her eyes began to well with unshed tears as Swayze’s character was fatally shot. The emotions he witnessed transforming across her face made his mouth run dry; she bit at her wobbling lip and began to take in a shaky breath before she quickly shot a look at Reggie when he huffed, he was watching her intensely and she was embarrassed that she had been caught out crying.

Katie let out a nervous laugh at the state of her foolishness, crying at a film she had seen a hundred times before. She had expected Reggie to mock her, pass a comment on how typical it was for a girl to cry at Ghost, but instead he just stared at her in adoration. She stared back with a bated breath.

The soft tears paired with a gentle and embarrassed smile only made Reggie fall deeper, Reggie had laughed at just how bad he had it for the girl that was sat next to him. His soft brown eyes gazed back into her watery blue ones, his lips curved into the most delicate of smiles; the soft smile on Katie’s face hesitantly wavered as the lingering stare continued. Reggie eyes lightly fell to the bow of her lips and he unconsciously swiped his own mouth with the tip of his tongue.

Tenderly Reggie’s palm brushed the underside of Katie’s jaw, he drew her face slowly to his and lightly their lips met. Her lips were soft and he could taste the sugar from the popcorn as his tongue lightly grazed her bottom lip. She gently melted into the kiss with a sigh and this was like no other kiss he had experienced before; in the past they had been toothy and wet but this, this was perfect.

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taiblogcomics · 4 years

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Made Under Protest

Hey there, monsters you learned about from cartoons. Wanna do more Red Hood? Well, too bad. At the very least, you gotta admit that it's better than doing another Teen Titans review, because at least we like two characters in this one~

Here's a cover with neither of those characters on it:

I had enough years ago, Jason, but DC still keeps putting out comics with your face on them. So, what is this? A FPS game where you're fighting Jason Todd? I don't like shooters (or first-person games in general), but that might be worth playing. Also, why is Jason fighting with this ice pick thing? Like, that's not a weapon he uses in the comics. His sword is right there on his back~

We open with Isabel, surprisingly enough. She's just finished another tour of her job as a flight attendant. I have no idea how flight attending works. It must be a salaried thing, right? If it was by the hour, you'd just take shifts with longer flights to get paid more, right? What would happen if your shift ended in the middle of a flight? Anyway, that's probably the least concerning thing about flight attending.

The most concerning is this, where a distinctly creepy-looking dude starts following Isabel after the flight, being way too friendly to her. Somehow Isabel is dumb enough to fall for his cheesy like of "let someone else attend to you for a change". He tries to lead her down a creepy alley, but before anything untoward can happen, he turns out to be an Untitled, causing Essence to take over and kill him.

Surprisingly, this is taking place in Qurac. You may remember this is where Jason and friends were headed to uncover their obelisk plot. How dramatically convenient! But speaking of Jason, he and Bizarro are running a food truck as part of their undercover work. Bizarro's way into it, which is adorable. He's just glad to be among humans again, and Jason appreciates his company. When the crowd finally disperses, Jason and Bizarro head out onto the street, where General Glory has no contact with them. Jason's not into taking orders from Glory, though, and hangs up on him.

Meanwhile, Artemis' undercover instead has her getting in as a bodyguard for a Middle-East military-looking guy. You know the sort: a fancy military uniform with tassled epaulets, shades, a turban and beard. She's dyed her hair black as a disguise, and is posing as just some rogue Amazon who wants to be in on whatever he's doing. The guy buys this, which makes you kind of wonder how he ended up a military leader. Artemis also declines an immediate promotion, since she's not interested in working for money, not after the Lex Luthor thing way back. He's disappointed, but accepts her as a bodyguard anyway.

As Bizarro and Jason move through the crowd, Jason muses on Bizarro's new philosophical nature, then reflects on a flashback of his own. It's not tinted purple like the single panel Artemis had of Luthor, but it's still a flashback. I'm glad the comic reminds us that the All-Caste leader lady was named Ducra, because I would not have remembered that on my own, given how long it's been since she was in the comic. Anyway, the point of the flashback is that you can't actually tell who's an Untitled by just looking, though Jason's mystical senses can weed them out. I kind of hate the idea that Jason has mystical senses, but whatcha gonna do~

So while all that's going on, we cut back to Ma Gunn's school. I guess she's just a recurring character now. This then cuts to an absolutely amazing shot of the Brain sitting at her breakfast table, bathed in sunlight from the window behind her. They hint further at their previous relationship: apparently they were "together" at some point. Though whether "together" means romantically or just business-ically remains unstated.

Monseiur Mallah brings Ma her breakfast and lumbers off, Ma remarking that Mallah doesn't like her. The Brain replies that he dislikes anyone he finds enchanting, further hinting at the romantic angle. Thanks to my extensive Doom Patrol knowledge, I can tell you there is also a factor of Mallah himself being in love with the Brain. I assume they only don't persue the relationship because of their professional relationship instead, and also it's hard to have a physical relationship with a brain in a jar.

Back with Artemis and the general, he accuses his protestors of being "millenials" as well as dissidents. He continues to mock them, to Artemis' annoyance, right up until some spooky dark smoke starts billowing up, and his other guards get swallowed up and killed. Artemis pushes the guy along to a safe room, but before they get there, suddenly Artemis is confronted by Essence. Essence thinks the general is working with the Untitled, and Artemis replies duh, that's what she's here to investigate. She offers Essence a chance to work with the group, which we don't see resolved in this issue.

So we cut over to the protest itself, and the talky head of the crowd guy looks so much like teenage Jason in the flashback that I had to do a double-take. It's not a great mark for the artist, at any rate. Jason marvels at the guy's speechifying, while Glory sidles up to him to reprimand him for turning his radio off. Jason retorts that he needs the radio off to concentrate enough to use his mystical powers, and that's when he realises what's going on. The Untitled are the protestors. The guy leading them up there? He's not using fear or hate to feed on, he's preying on their hope. And now they're surrounded by a crowd of Untitled, all juiced up on hope. And the comic ends without giving us any hope of something happening this issue~

Somehow I feel like we’ve had another downtime issue, even though this one is plot-critical. It’s just that so little happened in this issue, you know what I mean? Like, you could summarise this one in maybe two sentences, yeah? Oh, and hey, remember those kids? The next generation of villains or whatever? It’s now been two whole issues without a single appearance by them, even with the setup by Babe in Arms. See, the “Jason Todd as a teacher” stuff was good because it was a new direction. This Untitled plot is literally the comic spinning its wheels as it retreads old ground. Gimme more shit with the Ma Gunn/Mallah/Brain love triangle. At least that’s more interesting than Jason Todd’s mystical powers~

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what my kiddos are doing for valentine’s day!

laura tagged along with lydia and rosy for a lot of the day because she normally spends the day with lydia and felt a little lonely probably. but then she left the two of them to do their own thing and now she’s scotty’s valentine and eating donuts with him.

audrey isn’t even aware it’s valentine’s day. she was probably alarmed by the all the paper hearts in messina then eventually shrugged it off and went to work.

harper spent it with toby of course, and baked him heart shaped cookies and they probably went for lunch with their kiddies! she also baked rhodes a batch as well and kissed him all over his face and told him she loved him no less than thirty times.

reuben had to help bill pick out a valentine’s day gift from tori and suggested that he take her on a ghost tour. whether or not he took that onboard is up to jenny :’) and then reuben pulled himself to dinner and asked daisy on a second date and probably just took her somewhere nice for dinner.

mickey didn’t celebrate valentine’s day because it’s shane’s birthday which is a hundred times more important to him. he saved up his money and bought him a vintage signed photo of gregory peck.

dennis went right ahead and bought bret flowers and they weren’t crumpled this time and he says that he’s only making up for squashing them on their auction date and that he didn’t even know that it was valentine’s day but he said all this with a stupid smile on his face and probably helped with the rosy surprise even though he complained the whole way through it.

alice spent the whole day making out with jay. probably in front of quinn at some point. i am so sorry.

leon sent an anonymous card to freddie because he’s in way over his head. silly boy.

atticus kissed eeeeeeveryone on the cheek today. but finn and reggie and amelia and annie got TWO kisses. he didn’t get anyone any gifts bc he claimed that he is their gift and that they should feel blessed.

wren claimed quinn as her valentine like she usually does. she made him a card like she usually does. and she kissed him like she usually does. later on, she went birdwatching with henry and tried to ignore all the flutters in her tummy.

rosy spent her day with lydia and got the best surprise EVERRRRR. she definitely cried. and then when laura left them alone she demanded that she and lydia cuddle in bed for the whole night and then told lydia that it’s the best valentine’s day she’d ever had. also realised she’s in love with lydia but didn’t say it out loud because she wants to tell bret first and ask if he thinks she should tell her.

wilhelm literally just spent the day with ringo starr. his ankle still hurts so he couldn’t even dance, poor bb.

felix wrote little valentine’s day cards for raegan, hazel and monica and then he sent one to eddie ‘from mallory’. but yeah it’s mostly from him. felix loves valentine’s day oh my gosh.

jack sang love songs all day, i’m not joking. he probably shyly serenaded ivy as well.

justin definitely asked raegan out on a date. and then as a joke he’d pretend he’d asked colton out as well and then he’d pretend to be worried about being double booked and then insist that indy needs to come now as well so there’ an even number. it probably wasn’t even his idea because he’s too dumb for that so raegan is welcome to take the credit.

callum debated asking what scotty was doing and then decided against it and just wished kai a happy valentine’s day through the wall before ultimately just going to work and spending his night on the docks.

brody lmaaaao okay so brody bought hunter a bunch of the saddest looking daffodils in the whole entire world because that was all he could afford. and he left them at her desk and claimed that it was so he could ‘keep up appearances’ oh my god i’ve been waiting to type this all day.

riley received lots of valentine’s cards from his students and took them all home with him and pinned them on his wall after he conferred with barry just to make sure that none of them were serious love letters. he sent monty a card and said he only did so because that’s what the two of them usually do.

sutton probably went to hang out with kara and ollie fully aware that it was valentine’s day but didn’t mention it and if it was brought up he would feign ignorance like ‘oh??? it’s valentine’s day???’

let’s not talk about how greyson is doing today

elsie kept herself to herself even though she contemplated wishing tara a happy valentine’s day but decided against it. angelica probably tried to corner her for a kiss but she ran away.

wardo is the most loved up fucking goober right now. he spent the whole day kissing louis and then dancing with cecily and ivy and was even nice to ulysses. wardo was in the best mood ever today okay.

elliot cooked chicken nuggets for melody and then took her to a monster truck rally. he asked for a kiss from raegan and was probably denied it, but he definitely gave rhodes a big kiss. and he’s super worried about him after the break up.

pace and cece didn’t give each other valentine’s gifts, but pace wished everyone he came across a happy valentine’s day. he filmed a lot of people getting their gifts and even caught a proposal on camera so he’s had a good day living through other people’s happiness.

angelica gave everyone all the kisses including lizzie, bea, jess, seth, katie, carter, cassie, conrad, melody and nearly elsie. basically if you think there’s a chance that angelica would have reason to kiss your oc then she definitely did.

dean spent the day watching finding nemo with mellie and baby hadley :)

joe hooked up with someone he can’t remember the name of. very romantic.

sybil went ghost hunting as usual, possibly with byron and if anyone tried to suggest something about that she’d threaten to curse them.

ella had class but brought hazel cupcakes home for her to decorate. she probably uploaded the footage to her youtube channel.

aaron is spending the day with his girlfriend but let it be known that he text astrid saying, ‘happy valentine’s day, maine x’

harvey was working but as you can see, he’s talking to kenny which means he’s very happy about that.

nathaniel spent the day with will and jane and kissed them both and basically just tried to keep will’s spirits up.

will isn’t doing good right now and he misses alex a lot and he feels edgy and anxious but he spent time with nathaniel and jane anyway bc he knew it would make nate happy.

dixie was working but when she saw séamus in the lobby, she definitely wished him a happy valentine’s day and then spent the rest of her shift blushing about it. also her momma made a sculpture in her pottery class and ‘in the spirit’ of valentine’s, she gave it to mr croft. innocently, of course, but dixie knows better and wasted no time in telling cassie and david.

cecily spent her day playing with apollo and smiling and giggling at wardo and louis. she let wardo dance with her and she hugged ivy and after some encouragement from her brother, she got brave enough to kiss louis on the cheek and wish him a happy valentine’s day before all the excitement got a bit too much for her and she scurried off to the museum. but then she saw david and got all frazzled again :’)

levi IS GOING ON A SORT-OF DATE WITH AMELIA AND THAT’S THAT ON THAT.

dustin is making fun of all his students’ valentines. because he’s a dick.

diego probably isn’t doing a lot bc when is he ever but i like to think he enlisted caroline’s help to draw a picture of a butterfly so he could give it to cedric.

chase is getting high af and hooking up with whoever wants him. mess.

max is having the time of her fricking life and sent valentine’s to practically all of messina. she’s wearing heart themed everything today and her muse is through the roof so she’s probably planned like six new novels and she’s LIVING. and she’s asking after everyone else’s valentines and how they’re going and fangirling over all the cute things.

holly walked into a novel idea. glared at katie. left.

benji probably got another kiss of david because i say so that’s why.

jutta has no valentine but she plans to find one when she goes out clubbing tonight so really she’ll be fine.

taylor sent valentine’s to both darren and ronnie from BOTH her and james because she knew james wanted to but wasn’t brave enough, and it also helped her feel less guilty about everything that’s happened between her and the boys lately.

bennett got piss drunk then found some randomer to sleep with so he can forget about calvin and hero.

kit is in a surprisingly good mood today. simon gave her chocolates which she didn’t eat, but gave them to cody instead. then she baked cakes for daisy, simon, lo and beau. she was probably super shy about giving lo one but again, she’s in a good mood, she got over herself and did it.

simon woke up feeling sad but he still went into work and bravely wished billy a happy valentine’s day AS A FRIEND before saying the same to everyone else in a novel idea. then he went home and gave chocolate to kit and beau to be a gentleman.

evie demanded that jax be her valentine because she knew he hasn’t quite managed to work up the courage to ask ronan out and ronan remains oblivious.

oz gave out free candy to everyone and tried not to be sad when daisy told him she was going on a date with reuben so there’s that.

caroline heard that amelia and cassie were both otherwise preoccupied but decided that was okay because she woke up and tackled jason and gave him a big kiss on the cheek as well as a card that says ‘i love you to infinity and beyond’. she also bumped into gabe and pretended to not know it was valentine’s day pls just give me this.

mellie is probs very anti-valetine’s day right now. she’s avoiding che and probably pouted if indy did end up giving into justin and going out, so she watched finding nemo with dean instead.

ronan was working and being oblivious about jax and i hate him for it. he probably spent what free time he had attempting to find a date for his cousin, abel.

alfie baked all his friends a heart shaped pie and gave them all kisses even though he’s a little bi awkward around scotty rn because he’s not sure if he’s allowed to kiss his cheek anymore, but his spirits were up anyway!

emma was on set and i’m sure that drew did something charming so there’s that :’)

ellis arranged so many flower bouquets today and you can bet your goddamn ass she went to pick clara up at school and gave one to barry whether he liked it or not. she also graciously camped out in calvin’s room in order to give rory the space should he bring someone home :’) and because of that she probably bulled calvin into letting her braid his hair.

seth spent the day with all of his friend - not just katie. he gave all of his friend a valentine’s day hug - not just katie. he went out at night with all of his friends - not just katie. AND YES HE’S SURE HE STARED LONGINGLY AT /ALL/ OF HIS FRIENDS NOT JUST KATIE, THANKS VERY MUCH.

noah literally spent the whole of rehearsal belting every single iconic broadway love song at isaac just to get a reaction from him.

conrad was bullied by anya into wishing lizzie a happy valentine’s day. he’s going to be embarrassed about this for the next three months.

carter as we know was cassie’s valentine and the two of them shared alllll the candy and chocolate together. and then he met teddy and let a stranger hug him and that’s very important for him. also, he pined over jess. as per.

kevin WAS SNAKED BY CARTER FUCKING HEFFRON. he’s v displeased and pouted at katie for being the mastermind behind the whole thing.

piper probably took a selfie with hunter and sent it to brody saying that she was stealing his valentine.

robbie spent it with blair and was appalled when jimmy showed up to ask if he could take blair out because EXCUSE ME CATTLE MAN THAT’S MY VALENTINE AND I NEED TO MAKE ALL THE MEMORIES WITH HER. so my headcanon is that he obnoxiously tagged along.

beau got cakes from kit and chocolate from simon and bought lo a big tub of marshmallows :) she’s not really up for celebrating though after her break up.

bailey sent all of her sisters gifts and then went to the stables so she could assist couples going on valentine treks together. she briefly contemplated how lonely single life can be but swiftly got over it.

adam definitely gave mack a card and a teddy literally just to piss off roy because he’s awful.

sawyer was in the ER and probably walked in on bennett and someone on the on-call room and is scarred for life. she debated going to see lux but then realised caleb might be working and decided against it.

micah spent the day at home with jd. he feels bad about not really checking on greyson but he knows he doesn’t treat jd the way he should or spend that much time with him on a good day and he wants to make that up to him on the national day of romance.

foster was working and probably received an inappropriate valentine’s from one of his students that probably left him close to tears because NO THIS IS WRONG WHY CAN’T I JUST HAVE AN EASY LIFE. he probably debated shoving himself back in the janitor’s closet before ultimately deciding to hide away at lunch time and share his babybel with ryke.

jimmy decided to ask out blair for the day and then realised that meant robbie would be tagging along. he was only a little annoyed.

#valentine's day;

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