#should i be posting at 11 pm? absolutely not

[burntheedges]

Maintenance Request: Chapter 11

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 2.4k

chapter summary: you kissed!! you flirted!! your date is on Friday!! now what? a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕  chapter tags/warnings: fluff, flirting, kissing, holding hands, teasing

Chapter 11

Tuesday, October 22 Ninth week of the semester

When you opened your eyes on Tuesday morning the first thing you thought of was the kiss. You pulled your pillow over your face to hide as you grinned at nothing. 

You’d kissed Joel. In public. 

And you were going to kiss him again today. Hopefully. 

You’d called Beth after work on Monday and told her everything. (She was being very smug about the whole thing. What did I say?? That man is in. to. you.) You’d decided that you should put the breaks on the physical stuff a bit, at least until your date. Beth wasn’t wrong when she said you might jump him in the car, but you were also excited for the date itself. And you agreed with Joel about waiting for a bed. You didn’t want to get too carried away in your office. 

But a little kissing never hurt anyone, right?

The rest of your week was going to be busy, but you were hoping you’d manage to see him a few times before your date on Friday. You went over your schedule in your mind as you got ready for the day and even in the back of your mind during your morning class. You hoped you didn’t seem distracted.

Back in your office, you tried to get some work done to take your mind off of lunch and Joel’s imminent arrival. When your phone vibrated you grabbed it so fast you almost knocked your cup of pens off of your desk.

Joel (12:17 PM): Heading your way, gorgeous.

you (12:18 PM): see you soon 💕

You were antsy as you waited for him to arrive — it was almost comical how much you were fidgeting as you flitted around your office.

How much kissing is ok? How much is too much? You twisted your hands together as you waited for Joel.

By the time you heard his knock at your door, you’d moved your lunch from your usual spot to a spot by the chairs in front of your desk, and then back, about four times. You’d also started straightening your books for absolutely no reason and so you were standing awkwardly in a corner when he poked his head in.

He looked good — his green flannel was tight in the shoulders, as usual, but the color was so nice on him. 

“Hey there, darlin’.” He smiled widely at you as he entered your office. “What’re you doin’ over there?” He tilted his head, regarding you as you stood in the corner by the shelf. You felt your cheeks heat and sighed.

“Nothing. Just… distracting myself,” you admitted, and his smile turned knowing. 

“Distractin’ yourself from what, I wonder?” 

You laughed and moved to meet him in the center of your office. “From this, handsome.” You tilted your head and pressed your lips to the corner of his smile. He turned his head to kiss you back. You let yourself sink into it for just a moment, hands coming to rest on Joel’s chest as he set his own on your hips. But you pulled away before it could reach the intensity of the day before.

“Mmm, we should eat lunch.” You murmured your weak protest into his collar. 

He sighed and nodded. “That’d be the smart thing, yeah.”

You pulled away and guided Joel into one of the chairs in front of your desk as you sat in the other. Your feet came to rest next to each other as you turned towards him and opened your lunch. He smiled.

“Talked to Sarah last night. She said we should get better at communicating.” You laughed. 

“She’s not wrong. Ellie said basically the same thing.” He nodded. You added, “I think we’re doing alright with it now, though.”

As you ate, Joel told you about what had been going on with the building the day before and you discussed, among other things, your plans for your date. Joel knew of a bar downtown near campus that had live music on Fridays, with a rotating cast of local bands and musicians that were apparently all pretty good. You’d never been but you had heard of it. It was around the corner from a lot of places your colleagues tended to frequent on a rare night out. 

“The band playin’ on Friday are friends of mine,” Joel added. “They’re always a good time.”

“Sounds great, Joel.” You smiled, and tapped his foot with the toe of your shoe. “Is this dancing music or listening music?”

He shifted in his chair. You watched, rapt, as he actually blushed. “Dancing music, actually. Do you dance, darlin’?” He might have been blushing, but the look in his eyes was not shy in the least. His gaze held your own and you couldn’t look away.

“Um, well, I don’t know — I’ve never done much more than dance on a night out, once in a while.” You felt pinned in place by his attention.

Joel smirked. “Don’t worry, I can show you how it’s done.” You blinked. You were struck by the sudden vision of Joel leading you through a dance and it was almost too much.

“I… yeah, I’d like that.” Your voice sounded breathy and you knew he heard it, too. 

He leaned towards you a little, and started, “darlin’, I—”

A knock at the door interrupted you both. You cleared your throat, swimming back up to the present moment from where you’d sunk into Joel’s presence like a well. “Come in!”

One of your students from your morning class poked his head in, and you checked the time — office hours had started five minutes ago, and you hadn’t even realized it.

“I’m sorry, Joel, it’s office hours—”

He waved his hand as if waving away your worry. “I’ll see you later, darlin’.” He gathered his lunch and stepped aside for the student to enter. As you stood to move to the other side of your desk, you caught his eye, and he winked just before he moved out of sight.

…

you (2:07 PM): beth he’s taking me dancing 

bestie (2:11 PM): I thought you were going to a concert

you (2:12 PM): it’s a bar with live music and for this band there’s DANCING

bestie (2:13 PM): better hope he dances better than you

you (2:13 PM): 😒 (2:14 PM): apparently he can dance, or so he said (2:14 PM): and he’s going to show me what to do

bestie (2:15 PM): oh he’ll SHOW you alright

you (2:15 PM): 🙄

…

Ellie (3:51 PM): what’s this I hear about you dancing

you (4:42 PM): 🙄 can Beth keep a secret for 2 seconds

Ellie (4:51 PM): yeah but not about this (4:52 PM): can you get me a video of it (4:52 PM): 🥺please 

you(4:54 PM): you can’t get me to do it with your sad emoji eyes

Ellie (4:55 PM): pleaaaaaaase 🥺🥺🥺

you (4:56 PM): 😶 

Ellie (4:57 PM): i thought you loved me

you (4:57 PM): 😒 (4:58 PM): this is what you get for calling me off putting 

Ellie (4:59 PM): check the record your honor i think you’ll find you called yourself that 

you (5:00 PM): spoken like someone who isn’t trying very hard to get that video

Ellie (5:00 PM): 🥺

…

Joel (6:21 PM): Evening, darlin. Just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed having lunch with you today.

you (6:23 PM): me too 💕 (6:23 PM): you have a meeting tomorrow, right?

Joel (6:25 PM): Unfortunately. I don’t know if I’m even going to leave our offices tomorrow, it’s a busy day.  (6:25 PM): Can’t believe how difficult it is to find my way across campus when there’s not some kind of emergency or construction (6:26 PM): But on Thursday I’ll be near your class again, for my meeting. Coffee?

you (6:27 PM): sounds perfect!

Joel  (6:28 PM): I’ll bring the coffee. ❤️

you (6:29 PM): Joel tell me the truth. is that the first time you’ve ever used an emoji

Joel (6:30 PM): 🙄

you (6:31 PM): 😂 (6:31 PM): how long did it take you to find that one

Joel (6:32 PM): Darlin you know I have a teenager. I am an expert in emojis. 💁 (6:33 PM): I just really only use them with Sarah.

you  (6:34 PM): your texts with her must be amazing (6:35 PM): you can’t blame me, you text in full sentences with actual punctuation

Joel (6:35 PM): I wouldn’t say they come naturally to me but I can hold my own. (6:36 PM): I have to or I’d have no idea what she’s talking about. She likes explaining them to me like I’m the oldest person alive. (6:37 PM): The phone does most of that for me, you know.

you  (6:37 PM): true (6:37 PM): ok now I’m curious, what’s the last emoji Sarah explained to you

Joel (6:38 PM): 💅

you (6:38 PM): 😂

...

Thursday, October 24 Ninth week of the semester

You met for coffee outside after your class on Thursday like you’d agreed. He had time between his meeting and the end of your class so he was waiting for you outside of your classroom, two coffees in hand and a grin on his face. It was a sight you could get used to, you thought.

In the end, your coffee date wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t particularly lengthy, either. You stood together under some of the nicer trees on the quad, enjoying your afternoon coffee and resisting the urge to lean into each other too much in public. You did allow yourself to reach out and hook your fingers through his own, hidden by the angle of your bodies as he leaned back against one of the trees. His thumb moved in light circles against the back of your hand and it made your head swim a little.

“How’s the planning for graduation going?” You tried to keep your mind on innocent conversational topics like the meeting he’d just come from, rather than the way he looked so inviting leaning up against the tree in his denim button-up shirt, or the way his fingers felt tangled with yours.

He rolled his eyes. “It’s always a mess, this early. Too many people who want different things, and for some reason I have to be there for all of it. We haven’t even gotten near the landscaping yet.” 

You laughed. “You need a friend in there with you, someone you can pass notes to.” You smiled, thinking of how you and Jillian usually did that during faculty meetings. It was the only way to survive Trevor.

He nodded. “Tess is usually there, too, she’s the rep from the STEM programs. But she had to actually get involved in the discussion today. She and this guy from the business school have a long-standing beef over something to do with the order of the program. He’s an asshole, but she won’t let him win, so he turns everything into a battle between their schools.”

You snorted. “I bet she usually wins.” 

He grinned and nodded. “She does. But he keeps trying. It’s entertaining to watch, honestly. Something to pass the time.”

You smiled, imagining it. 

He coughed. “You know, she’s still giving me a hard time for the other day.”

You rolled your eyes. “So is Beth, and she wasn’t even there. What are best friends for, I guess.”

He smiled. “That’s alright, darlin’. I’d do it again, just the same. Would kiss you right here on the quad again, if it wasn’t so crowded with students, ‘n I figure you wouldn’t want that.”

You laughed, and felt your cheeks heat again, like always around Joel. “Yeah, I can see at least three of my students from here, I’d rather not have that come up in class.”

He hummed and squeezed your fingers, out of sight between you. “Just more to look forward to for tomorrow, then.” You smiled.

…

Friday, October 25 Ninth week of the semester

you (4:17 PM): what are you wearing?

Joel (4:19 PM): … right now, darlin?

you (4:20 PM): tonight!! (4:20 PM): omg (4:21 PM): what are you wearing tonight, for dancing! 😳

Joel (4:23 PM): Ah, gotcha. (4:24 PM): This place isn’t too fancy, I think most people will be in jeans.

you(4:25 PM): sorry! I realized how it sounded after I sent it

Joel (4:27 PM): No need to apologize. It’s not like I’d be opposed to that sort of thing.

you (4:28 PM): …oh? (4:28 PM): and what sort of thing would that be, Joel?

Joel (4:30 PM): Darlin, I think you know what.

you (4:31 PM): well, I mean, I am a bit surprised (4:32 PM): I know you just told me about your emoji expertise but I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be a big fan of texting otherwise

Joel (4:34 PM): You’d have guessed right, to be honest, but I’d do just about anything with you. (4:39 PM): And that includes letting you know that I can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you’re going to look tonight, and how much I’m going to love being the one to take you out. How much I can’t wait to tuck you under my arm and kiss your neck again, right on that spot under your ear, the one that had you making those pretty little sounds in your office. Almost kissed you in public again yesterday, you know. Kissing you is all I’ve thought about this week, honey, and I can’t wait to do it again. (4:40 PM): Well, maybe I better wait until tonight to say more about that.

you (4:41 PM): Joel!!

Joel (4:43 PM): I’ll see you at 7, gorgeous.

you (4:44 PM): alright, you tease. see you then 

Joel (4:47 PM): It ain’t teasing, honey. It’s a promise, one I will absolutely follow through on tonight.

you (4:49 PM): you better. now stop not-teasing me or I’ll never be ready for you by 7

Joel (4:51 PM): See you then, honey. ❤️

you (4:51 PM): 💕

...

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[corrodedcoffinfest]

Welcome to Corroded Coffin Fest!

This is a fanworks challenge/event that is all about Corroded Coffin. It will take place from July 1st thru July 31st.

Thanks so much for showing interest in this event during this post! If you have friends that you think would like to participate, please considering reblogging this announcement!

The calendar of prompts is located here:

Since there are so many events going on (and we love to see it!) we've decided to set a word count range for this event, so the love can be spread around to more events.

GUIDELINES:

Ideas for works include: fic, art, gifsets, fanvids, moodboards, edits, playlists, or anything else you can think of to celebrate Corroded Coffin!

For fics, there is a word count minimum/maximum of between 300-1000 words per drabble. We'll use wordcounter.net to check the word counts before reblogging, so make sure you stick to that range!

Do one prompt, do them all. Hell, do them all twice! It's totally up to you. You can pick and choose what you're interested in. And we're not going to police how you interpret the prompt. Just use them as a jumping off point to be inspired by the boys of Corroded Coffin, and then share that inspiration with us! (Not everything has to be band related, we encourage you to explore other parts of their lives, too!)

Submissions can absolutely be connected to other prompts from the event, or even past works, but should still be able to stand alone each day.

Every morning a new prompt card will go up, reminding everyone of what that day's prompt will be.

All submissions should include any pairings featured, content rating and any content warnings (CW) or tags that you think are appropriate. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well, just to keep things straightforward. A sample could look something like this:

Prompt Day 9: The Hideout, Word Count: 666, Rating: M, Pairing: None, CW: Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Tags: Corroded Coffin, First Gig, Partying, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak, The Hideout

Also, please consider putting any explicit material under a read more cut, because anything rated E that's not hidden under a cut will not be reblogged.

For the artists! Your art submission must be posted on the same day as the current prompt in order to be reblogged by this blog. Your piece of art (or other creation) must be Corroded Coffin focused, using any combination of the guys, together or solo. Of course, other characters can be included, too! But you need to have at least one of the CC band members in it for it to count for this event. Thank you!

All ships are welcome, as long as they include at least one member of Corroded Coffin: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth & Freak. (Who I look forward to learning the name of from you all, time and time again!)

Please tag us here @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your work for the day so we can reblog it!

Be respectful of your fellow participants and readers. We're all here to have fun and share the love of all parts of Corroded Coffin.

Definitely feel free to ask me anything if the rules weren't clear in places, or if I straight up forgot something (or if you just have anything else you'd like to ask). You can send an ask/message to this blog or reach out to @thisapplepielife.

Please submit your post by 11:59 PM EDT on the day of the prompt in order to not be missed for reblogging.

 If posting on AO3, please feel free to use the collection associated with this event: Corroded Coffin Fest AO3 Collection after your submission has been reblogged by this account.

Most importantly, have fun! We can't wait to see what Corroded Coffin fanworks come out of this new event!

More info below, including full prompt list with jumping off suggestions, the warm-up rounds for April, May & June, and a spreadsheet you're free to use:

PROMPTS:

JULY 1ST - FIRSTS

First gig, first check, first award, first...anything.

JULY 2ND - IN THE BEGINNING

How did Corroded Coffin come to be?

JULY 3RD - BEST FRIENDS

Who are the best friends in the band in your head? Let's find out.

JULY 4TH - EDDIE

We all know Eddie. Let's hear some more about him today.

JULY 5TH - ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Get them out on the road, in any way you see fit.

JULY 6TH - HEARD IT IN A LOVE SONG

Let's have some romance. Any pairing(s) that tickle your fancy.

JULY 7TH - CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, C'MON

Let them celebrate! Maybe that's a birthday/holiday/celebration show. Maybe it's a wedding, etc.

JULY 8TH - BAND POLITICS

Fight! Fight! Fight! Not everything goes smoothly all the time.

JULY 9TH - THE HIDEOUT

Catch them there, every Tuesday, playing for five drunks.

JULY 10TH - PRIDE

Let's see them celebrate Pride! Or let's see them be proud, etc.

JULY 11TH - JEFF

Let's spend some time with the guitarist of Corroded Coffin.

JULY 12TH - OW!

Injuries happen. Tell me more.

JULY 13TH - SEX, DRUGS & ROCK N ROLL

Tell us about the seedier parts of being in a band! 18+ for adult content, please!

JULY 14TH - AND THE WINNER IS...

It's time for awards season. Do they win? Lose? Let us know.

JULY 15TH - LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT

Press Tour/Interviews. Sometimes they need to promote themselves.

JULY 16TH - STRUGGLING

They're working their asses off, grinding it out, but they haven't hit the big time yet. Or they're struggling in other ways...

JULY 17TH - "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU"

Dedicate a song to someone special.

JULY 18TH - FREAK (GRANT, FRANK, GOODIE, ETC.)

Whatever name you given him, let's all focus on the bassist of Corroded Coffin.

JULY 19TH - IN THE GARAGE

Get them in the garage. Band practice, fixing the van, etc.

JULY 20TH - UNDER THE COVERS

Let them cover some real songs. Or, you know, get under the covers in another way...

JULY 21ST - HATE THIS TOWN

Hawkins. How was it dragging them down? Or, maybe they hate LA...

JULY 22ND - ALTERNATE UNIVERSE (AU)

Use your imaginations and put them into a whole new world!

JULY 23RD - UP AND COMING

They're finally gaining a little traction. Or maybe they're up...and coming. *wink wink, nudge nudge*

JULY 24TH - BEHIND THE SCENES

What's it take to get this show on the road? Or, what are they really like, off-stage? Let's get a peek behind the curtain.

JULY 25TH - GARETH

Bang them sticks! Let's catch up with the drummer of Corroded Coffin.

JULY 26TH - TOUR DATE

Let's focus on a specific show.

JULY 27TH - YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART

Navigating love while on the road.

JULY 28TH - BACK TO INDIANA

Let's go back to Hawkins and/or Indiana. Send these boys home.

JULY 29TH - BEHIND THE MUSIC

You know there's drama. A story. Probably enough for VH1 to come knocking.

JULY 30TH - FAME & FORTUNE

They've made it big! Now what?

JULY 31ST - YOUR SONG

A Corroded Coffin song? A work inspired by a song? A song that makes you think of Corroded Coffin?

WARM-UP ROUNDS:

Let's get a little practice before the full event in July!

Here's a prompt each month leading up to the event to work out the kinks and get in the rhythm of it all!

APRIL 15TH - TAXED

It's tax day. Do they need to pay their taxes? Is this a write-off? Or, are they just taxed from being on the road? Tax them.

MAY 15TH - GET A JOB

Put 'em to work. First jobs, side hustles, etc. Surely they've had some other jobs besides being in the band. Tell us about them.

JUNE 15TH - BAND ON THE RUN

Are they late for a gig? Running from monsters in the Upside Down? On a tour from hell?

Same guidelines as the full event will apply.

SPREADSHEET:

If you'd like a spreadsheet to help you keep track of the prompts and your progress, here's the one I personally use for other events, and will be using myself for this event. If you'd like to use it yourself, just go to File>Make a Copy and you'll get a version you can edit in your own Google Sheets.

Thanks for showing interest in having a Corroded Coffin event this year! ❤️🦇🖤 - @thisapplepielife (and thanks for the help and adding to the prompt list, @wormdebut!)

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[noctilucous-sunni]

the very tiring, horrible, not at all good day where you were not a track star [sagau]

Part 2. [masterlist]

warnings: swearing, i couldn’t create a cool title, cultish behaviours???, implied violence???, i don’t know what this is and i don’t want to find out, old crusty writing skills reborn!

info/tropes: imposter!au but with humor??, light crack, light comedy, cult!au, gn!reader

notes: like i said in a previous post, ive been on a writing hiatus for 2 years! Which is why this is very self-indulgent and me simply brushing up on my writing skills. It’s rather bad but i had fun writing it haha 🥴🤭 also its my first time writing for sagau! this was my originally intended first writing post bc it was the first thing i wrote for genshin but then i never finished it and then i posted hands as my first written post and here we are, back to the beginning :) i haven’t edited much of this, i just added on to it so my writing skills (and any characterization) in here are super crusty oof.

feat. character(s); diluc

It had been a painfully normal day, and maybe that was the source of all your current problems. You had just completed some exams and instead of studying yet again, you decided to take a short break. As you got home, dragging yourself towards your bedroom, you huffed, letting go of your bags and then collapsed onto the bed quite comfortably. After a few minutes of just lying there and rethinking your life choices, you finally decided to sit up and take out your computer. You hadn’t played Genshin in a while and you felt like rewarding yourself with finishing a quest or redecorating your teapot.

As usual, you quickly and painfully lost track of time. When you checked your phone, you saw the time and winced. 11:30 pm. Did no one call for you? That’s quite odd actually, you would usually be berated by your mom to go downstairs to socialise and eat. How did time fly by so fast? Wait, did you even eat yet? You couldn’t sneak out now, you’d be caught and chastised for staying up on a school night. Instead, you and your growling stomach simply had to deal with it. If your stomach could text emojis to you it would probably send you an angry face. You quickly closed your laptop and placed it on your desk. As you turn off the lights, you yawn before wrapping yourself in a cosy blanket burrito. Not too bad of a day, you supposed.

If only you had known what was going to happen. Your future self was probably laughing at you right now.

As sunlight playfully peeks from behind clouds, you shuffle in your sleep, wishing for five more minutes. When it gets warm, your brain finally starts to wake up. Sitting up, you frown as a calming breeze rustles your hair. Wait.

A calming breeze? You didn’t leave any windows open. HECK, you didn’t even HAVE any windows in your bedroom. Your half-asleep brain was barely processing anything, let alone allow you the energy to sit up and stretch your arms.

Why.. was there grass.. and trees.. and not your bedroom? And was it animated? The grass was nice though, you remarked, threading your fingers through the grass strands. You’re touching grass haha. Albeit, probably not real grass but… still.

You chuckle. Maybe I should go out and touch grass. You think, laughing to yourself because this was absolutely ridiculous. YOU KNEW that you probably would be terrible at surviving in those sagau fics you always read. Thank god this wasn’t that. Phew.

You shake your head, but the very animated grass in front of you hasn't changed. Haha. This is funny. Wake up brain, hello??? You thought, before your face falls. Light panic and worry set on your face. You rub your eyes once more but nothing changes and a worrying realisation sneaks into your thoughts.

No… No! That was crazy talk! You weren’t in a game! That would be insane, and concerning and…

Holy fuck, you were in a game. HOLY-

Genshin, to be exact but YOU KNEW exactly where you were. Windrise?? You pushed the thought away.

Shit. Shit shit shit! This was bad. Bad!! If this was anything like those sagau fics that you adored reading.. then… Well, you were screwed. Hopelessly, horribly, utterly, completely fucked. Only god could help you now.

Huh. Wait, did this mean that you were god now?? DID THAT MEAN THAT YOU COULD ONLY HELP YOURSELF? WHAT GOOD WOULD THAT BE?? To be totally honest, you had no idea if you were but it wouldn’t hurt to check. It actually probably would hurt but still sounds better than finding out through being stabbed by a guard or something, you pondered.

While deep in thought, something cold had nudged your shoulder. You instantly jumped, and let out a yell before realizing that was a very bad and stupid decision. Hoping nobody heard you, you look at where that weird cold thing had been, laughing softly. It was only a couple of cryo slimes. They were really quite cute.

Your hand hovered over one of them, reaching to pat them hesitantly, before letting down your guard. The fact that they weren’t attacking was good wasn’t it?

“Over there!”

Ah. And you thought that you could get away before anyone would notice you. Of course someone heard you. You should have known. The shouts had begun to increase in volume and well… you should probably start running right? The cryo slimes all get very defensive around you and push you in the opposite direction of the approaching guards. They basically do your own work for you when you are too frozen to act. You wish that this was a really weird out of body experience right now but it was starting to be evidently clear that this ‘dream’ or whatever it was, seemed too vivid and realistic that it had to be real. This is not the type of shit you could make up, but oh god you wish it was.

Still unmoving, you watch as guards and angry knights approach, yelling loudly.

“Hi? Heh.” You say and wave awkwardly. What were you doing?? MOVE!! RUN!! You internally yelled at your brain to make your legs function. Oh… you were so fucked. That's when everything starts to get a little too real and you are thrust into action mode. A spear heads your way, barely missing your side by a meter. Another lands right in front of you.

“HOLY SHIT! FUCK! FUCK, IM GOING, OH MY GOD-”

They had horrible aim, fortunately. Really, someone needed to improve the training for these guards and knights. THIS WAS NOT THE TIME TO REMARK ON THEIR SPEAR THROWING SKILLS!! You shook your head, jumping into action.

Your feet instantly start moving of their own accord and you continue to let out an excruciating list of curses that even a sailor would be surprised to hear. While heading past Springvale, your legs have already started failing you and as you near the Statue of The Seven near Dawn Winery, you collapse, your body screaming for a break.

Breaths come out in short pants and you lie on your back, looking at the clouds above before closing your eyes briefly. Maybe the guards were gone… and if they weren’t then… Well, you needed this break. The thought of “what if they weren’t” makes you crack one open. But it only leads you to noticing a casted shadow on the ground that wasn’t there before and you instantly get in a defensive position with your hands in front of your face.

“Stop! Don’t come closer! I.. will… punch you in the face!” You shout hesitantly towards whoever you presume is towering over you. When nothing happens, you look up confused, only to see Diluc, mirroring your own expression of confusion.

“Your grace?”

“Whoa, you are so pretty, what the fuck.” You said absentmindedly before covering your mouth with your hand. “Oh shit. I mean… uh..” You stumble over your words as you stare at the pyro vision holder in awe and then wince.

Diluc blushes lightly, and he coughs, looking away for a mere second before returning his gaze to you.

“Your Grace…” He starts to say before hearing you wince.

Frowning, he crouches down to your level to inspect you better. “Are you alright? Have you been injured?”

You flinch lightly as he gets closer and then you try to scoot backwards a bit, still suspicious of how much he is not trying to kill you. Unlike those guards that were chasing you earlier. How rude.

“I’m not going to harm you, your grace… I’m simply worried, I…”

“I’m fine.. but… didn’t you hear some news about an imposter??” You ask, cautiously waiting for his answer.

He sighs, shaking his head. He starts speaking but you end up not listening and instead simply stare at him, how he looks absolutely gorgeous and how his hair looks so pretty and soft and you almost reach your hand out to touch it. And this is when your head and memories became fuzzy.

It had become cold and wet all of a sudden?? You remember you had tried to stand up but then the ground met your face yet again, or very nearly did. And then it wasn’t really cold and wet?? You remember your legs and feet aching and then you simply became warmer?? Darkness clouded your vision soon after that. The timeline of events were very confusing to you and your poor brain was too exhausted and muddled from well, everything that had been occurring since you awoke.

Diluc looks at your unconscious form in his arms, after you previously attempted to stand. All of a sudden, he had to catch you haphazardly when you failed. He sighs, brushing some strands of your hair away from your sweaty and rain-soaked face. “Your grace..?” He calls worriedly, suddenly aware of how hot your forehead was, despite the rain cooling you down, it probably made you worse. The wine tycoon stands up, keeping you close in his arms as he hurries back to the Winery, not wanting to stay in the rain for too long, especially due to your current condition and health.

a/n: this was about 1.5k i think hehe. yes i am making a part two. hope you enjoyed whatever the hell this was hahaha.

#sunni writes #genshin impact x reader #diluc #gn!reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #sagau #sagau impostor au #imposter sagau #diluc sagau #diluc x gender neutral reader #light crack #i dont know how this is gonna go #it might flop but fuck that lol #anyways im tired now #diluc x y/n

[nichesexymanbloodbath]

Do you like Tumblr Sexymen? BOY DO I HAVE A COMPETITION FOR YOU!

Welcome to the 2023 niche tumblr non-sexyman competition! What is this, you may be asking? Well, let me tell you!

Do you have a character who you love so much? Is he an absolutely horrendous man who meets several of the qualifications of a tumblr sexyman, but for whatever reason, he isn't one yet? Maybe he's too niche, or the mods of the wiki just haven't realized his potential yet. Well, this bracket is for that exact purpose!

I'm Hermann (pronouns are they/them), and I'll be your moderator (yes, I am also the moderator of the @clash-of-the-wizards . I'm running 2 polls at once, because I have absolutely no life). In this bracket, we'll be pitting 32 niche, or otherwise non-canonical, sexymen against each other, and seeing who comes out victorious! Maybe, whoever wins will be the next person I submit to the moderators of the sexypedia, and maybe they'll become canon! Here's hoping!

GUIDELINES

If it's a rule on the sexypedia, it applies here. These rules include: Real people will not be considered, minors will not be considered, original characters will (sadly) not be considered, and no personifications of real-world locations and/or tragedies will be considered. Please read up on the sexypedia rules before submitting your sexyman nomination

Please make sure your characters do fit the sexyman archetypes! I will be looking over each and every entry individually, and I have full rights to disqualify anyone. The more archetypes a character fits, the more likely I am to consider them for the bracket.

You can submit any character from any fandom, just so long as they exist within the rules and boundaries of the competition

Please don't come back and repeatedly nominate the same sexyman-to-be. You can come back and nominate several sexymen, but I do want some diversity. I'm asking for NICHE sexymen for a reason!

SEXYMEN ALREADY IN THE WIKI WILL NOT BE PUT IN THE RUNNING!!!! I might start one for sexymen already in the wiki but who receive minimal recognition, but this one is for the sexymen who aren't there but deserve to be there!

Lastly, have fun! This is for funnies! It's just to see what sexymen tumblr wants to see added to the register!

Unlike my other bracket, and unlike most other brackets I've seen, for the sake of both diversity and staying true to the sexyman feeling, I will be hand-picking our contestants. You're more likely to have your sexyman added if you include the archetypes that fit them in your submission, because it spares me research time, and I appreciate that :) it is, however, not required. Just know, the initial part of this isn't decided by votes, unless I have a tie that I need broken. In such case, you guys will be the final judges.

Got any questions about the polls or about me? My ask box is open, and I'll try and answer everything! Something about the comp inspires you to make art? I think you so should! I just ask you either drop it in my inbox or you tag me in the post!

DEADLINES

NOMINATIONS WILL CLOSE AT 11:59 PM EST on WEDNESDAY, APRIL 5.

I HAVE ENTERED:

Newton Geiszler - Pacific Rim Londo Mollari - Babylon 5

YOU WILL ENTER:

Whoever the hell you want! Go crazy!

Now....

GO SEXY THOSE MEN! ... or something!

#niche sexyman tournament #niche sexyman bloodbath #niche sexyman bloodbath announcements #not tumblr sexymen

[nygmcbblepot]

First Day 

Edward Nygma x FEM!Reader

Warnings: Nothing! Just fluff :)

It was your first day working for the GCPD. You were working as a record keeper because you were in need of a job and the woman that you were filling in for mysteriously disappeared. When you arrived, you walked into Captain Nathaniel Barnes’ office; He was supposed to show you around and have you meet some of your new coworkers. Your first stop was meeting James Gordon and Harvey Bullock. 

“You must be the girl filling in for Kristen. Harvey, Harvey Bullock,” The man said sticking out his hand. You took his hand and gave him a firm shake.

“I’m Y/N L/N. Im assuming that you’re Jim then,” you ask turning to Jim,” I’ve heard many good things about you.” You shook his hand before Barnes interrupted.

“We should go. We still have to show her where she’ll be working.”

You smiled at the two men in front of you. “It was nice to meet you both!”

 Barnes cut in front of you so you were able to follow behind him. He decided to skip over some of the other cops because he figured you’d meet them at some point while working. He was able give you a tour of the entire building other than the forensics lab. You figured that it was because maybe the forensic tech was busy or that they weren’t there but you got to meet Leslie Thompkins,the M.E, and saw a shadow of a man walking across the forensic lab. 

The final stop was in the annex with all of the files where you will be working. Barnes gave you a list of tasks to do and left you be. You figured that because it was your first day, they would take it easy on you. The first task on the written list wrote,”Reorganize the files. Do NOT let the forensics guy reorganize the files.” It was confusing about why to not let the said man reorganize the files. You started with the filing cabinet closest to you. The files were completely out of alphabetical order. It was going to take a lot longer than you thought. You took each of the files out from that cabinet and set them on the floor, carefully putting each in alphabetical order. To keep everything organized, you wrote each of the letters that the last names begun with on a post it note and set them on top of the files; The “A” last names with the “A” post it. Once you finished sorting out the files on the floor from the first cabinet, you started putting the “A” last names in the first cabinet in alphabetical order. You were so focused that you didn’t even hear the door opening and closing behind you. 

“Hello,” a soft male voice said from behind you, startling you a tad bit. “Whoopsies, didn’t mean to startle you!”You looked at the tall man standing by the door. He wasn’t one of the men that you had seen when taking the tour. He was tall and slender with dark brown hair. “What belongs to you but others use it more than you?” 

“Your name,” you answered proud that you knew the answer. You enjoyed riddles though you weren’t the best at solving them. 

“Correct,” he said pushing up his glasses with his finger, “Im Edward Nygma! I’m the forensic scientist. You are?”

“Y/N L/N! It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Nygma,” you shook his hand. 

“I see that you’re organizing the files! Ms.Kringle didn’t like the way I had them organized either. if you tell me how you’re doing them I can help you,” he offered smiling at you and tilting his head a bit. 

You smiled back at him while opening the second cabinet, sitting the new files on the floor. “I would absolutely love the help and the socialization. Are you sure? If you are busy please don’t feel obligated to help the new girl organize files,” you answer clearly ignoring the orders written on the paper. 

“No problem at all! It was a slower day for me anyways,” he peaked down at the files on the floor,”so alphabetical order? Basic but okay. Let’s get to work!”

…

“What can fly but doesn’t have wings,” Ed asked. 

You peaked up at the clock on the wall: 8:30 PM. You and Ed had been organizing files and giving each other riddles since 11:00 that morning. 

“Time. Oh crap! Ed, we should probably finish this tomorrow morning it’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you here with me. I apologize for keeping you this late in the first place.”

“I’ll go just as long as you won’t stay up all night working on these,” He stood up from sitting down and put a hand out for you to help you off the ground. You fixed your green pencil skirt and white top as you stood up. “Green is my favorite color,” he says pointing to your skirt. “Your skirt is pretty.”

His compliment made your cheeks go rosy and you could feel it. “Thank you! Green is a very pretty color.” You smiled at him as he held the door open for you as you both walked out of the annex.

“I am a type of bean, but not magic. I am something you can drink. What am I?”

“Coffee?”

“Coffee, correct! Ms. L/N, would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning before work?”

“I would absolutely love to.”

#edward nygma #gotham #gotham fanfic #ed nygma #riddler x you #riddler x reader #gotham x reader #edward nygma x reader #fanfic #gotham fandom #ed nygma x reader #james gordon #harvey bullock

[wonlouvre]

can you make a pt.2 of friday evenings jeonghan au with angst but a happy ending??

friday evenings pt.2 | y. jh.

pairing: jeonghan x g.n. reader genre: fluff with a hint of angst warnings: reader almost cries word count: 1.3k+

💌: i know i should post a little something for wonwoo’s birthday but i have been working on this for a while so here you go anon! i apologize again for taking a while. thank you for requesting! here’s the link of the first part!

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You honestly don’t know where you and Jeonghan stand after your last Friday evening confession. You don’t know whether this whole fake dating thing is still going on or he just kept quiet because he has nothing else to say. Other than rejecting you, perhaps. The two of you parted ways like how you used to and just continued like nothing happened. Some of your peers would believe the awkwardness was because you guys just argued and to be honest, that’s much better instead of walking on eggshells around each other. 

However, on this particular Friday evening, the rain is pouring and Jeonghan just dropped a warm set of clothing on your freezing lap for you to change to for obvious reasons. You got caught in the downpour and he just happened to save you. 

“Change.”

Your eyes blink while your lips remain shut as you try to grasp how you even ended up in his apartment of all places. Right, his apartment is the nearest from campus and being the Yoon Jeonghan that he is, he never takes no for an answer. You don’t know how you still forget.

“Y/N,” you hear him call out, making you look up. He hasn’t called your name since last week and it’s kind of giving a pang in your heart. Jeonghan raises his left eyebrow and tilts his head towards the bathroom. “You have to change or else you’re going to get sick.”

You nod silently and finally stand up from the couch. You carefully walk past him, absolutely embarrassed over the fact that you are messing the floors of his apartment by the puddle you’re leaving behind. You can’t believe you have clammed up against him. 

Once you’re locked inside the bathroom, you check the time on your phone. 11:17 pm, it read and you could only sigh in defeat. You don’t really want to stay here through the night, but you clearly don’t have a choice when the last bus will stop by within 30 minutes and you’re still here at Jeonghan’s place. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you disregard every single thought that’s worrying you and just proceed with cleaning and drying yourself up. You will deal with Jeonghan later. Or tonight. Who knows. You just want this, whatever this may be, to be over with.

But then, you remembered. You’re technically not welcome here because Jeonghan didn’t even say anything else other than order you to change. He might be just waiting for the rain to stop before he tells you you could leave. You groan internally as your hand grips the doorknob before twisting it open. Maybe you should just really go and save yourself from further embarrassment. 

But, Jeonghan bringing an extra pillow and blanket on his couch is what greets you as you exit the bathroom. 

“You can sleep on my bed while I take the couch,” he says and he doesn’t even look at you, fluffing the pillow up as if it’s some sort of a distraction. Jeonghan is smart and you are as well. It’s not that difficult to not notice him doing everything to avoid your eyes. 

“Jeonghan,” you say his name with your eyes following him as he walks back to his bedroom. He doesn’t look at you again and only hums. You’re going frustrated and at the same time, hurt, and it’s not the best mixture of feelings ever. You feel like you’re about to burst into tears. 

“Jeonghan,” you call again and this time he finally looks at you. You thought you could act brave enough to confront him, but the moment you meet his eyes, you grow weak. But, you have to say something. “What is the matter with you?”

Jeonghan’s eyebrows visibly furrow and you can’t pinpoint if he’s angry or just confused. His lips are on a thin line and you take that as your cue to continue. 

“Ever since last Friday, you have been acting strange and I just…” you pause, your voice failing you. Hearing the broken crack of your voice, Jeonghan immediately takes a step forward, but you raise your hand just as quickly, making him stop from taking another step. “If… if you don’t like me back, it’s okay. Just tell me, because honestly? You, not saying anything is the worst. It’s hurting me.”

Now, it’s your turn to avoid his gaze. 

Your eyes cast down on the floor and it seems like Jeonghan’s silence is more than enough for you to just accept that tonight must be it. The ending of your Friday evenings. 

You release a defeated sigh, but unbeknownst to you, Jeonghan already took steps forward to engulf your body in his arms. His one arm is around your waist while he brought the other one up to gently caress the back of your head, catching you by surprise. 

Your whole body almost freezes against his touch, but once you feel his warmth, your shoulders instantly relax.  

For a moment, the two of you share a comforting silence. You didn’t wrap your arms around Jeonghan’s torso yet, but your nose is already snuggled against his collarbone, basking in his scent. Your favorite scent. 

But then again, Yoon Jeonghan wouldn’t be Yoon Jeonghan without his playful remarks. 

“Your pretty head shouldn’t overthink,” he whispers against the side of your head, just above your ear. His voice is teasing, making you punch his abdomen lightly. He’s faster than you though, holding your wrist and guiding them around his neck. 

Jeonghan smiles at you when your eyes finally meet his again. You don’t smile back, your eyes searching and reading the expression of his face to see if he’s really just playing with you and your feelings. 

He notices and he realizes he’s done enough to make you worry. He bumps his forehead against yours before stealing a chaste kiss on your lips. You gasp and push a hand up against his chest. 

“Are you being serious right now?” You ask, eyes glaring at him. 

“Okay, okay,” Jeonghan says and holds you tighter, preventing you from pulling away. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think that’s what I was asking for,” you complain with lips pouting. 

“I wasn’t done talking,” Jeonghan argues, poking his tongue out to tease you more. You roll your eyes, but wait for him nonetheless. 

“I know there’s no excuse for being distant over the past few days, but I am really sorry, Y/N,” he continues and cradles your cheek, thumb rubbing soft circles on your cheekbone. “It might sound unbelievable, but I was afraid and thought you deserve someone else. Someone who didn’t ambush you to go on a fake date with.”

You frown. “But, I do like you.”

Jeonghan chuckles and nods, finding you adorable despite the crease between your eyebrows. “I know, baby. I like you too.”

“Then, what’s the problem?” You ask, genuinely confused. 

Jeonghan shakes his head and smiles. “Nothing, nothing.” 

“Look,” you say with a short intake of breath. “I really like you and I’m beyond elated you like me back. But, I don’t want to force this if we’re not on the same page.”

“You’re so cute,” Jeonghan groans before holding you in a bone crushing hug once again. “I just told you there’s nothing wrong. Of course, I’m on the same page as you!”

 “Then, start acting like it!” You shout back, voice muffled by his chest. 

Jeonghan only giggles and no matter how hard you try, you couldn’t help but giggle as well. His smile is triumphant but most importantly relieved upon hearing you sounding happy again because it broke his heart to hear how sad you were earlier. He has a lot of making up to do and he promises to fulfill them one by one. Starting right now. 

“Y/N,” he calls before leaning close to your face again. “I really like you.”

“Jeonghan,” you whisper, the tip of your nose brushing against his. “I like you too. Even though you're such a pain in the ass.”

Jeonghan lets your insult slide and just leans down to kiss you fully. 

To more Friday evenings together.

#seventeen #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #seventeen scenarios #seventeen scenario #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan scenario #seventeen imagines #jeonghan imagines #seventeen imagine #jeonghan imagine #seventeen fluff #jeonghan fluff #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #svt x you #svt x reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #drabble: friday evenings pt 2 #drabble:

[note-boom]

(abt ur tags on that fic rec list post) I'd love to know more gen bsd fics!!! if u don't mind pls make a list of them

OP, I hope you understand that you have unleashed a monster considering how many BSD fics I consumed. But that said, I'll try to keep it short and strictly gen for this ask, then just reblog with the rest (some do have implied ships, though). Most of them are just fluff and one-shots. And I haven't really read much fanfic recently, so most of these are my bookmarks from before I even really got into this blog and my memory on them might be shaky; generally, I either liked them because good writing, good characterization, good analysis, and/or it was just too funny/too interesting to not bookmark. Some might have Americanisms/Westernisms of things that probably don't really happen in Japan (probably?) and some might have slight character assassinations, but I don't think anything should be too gratuitously unforgivable. Also, all opinions are my own and do not reflect on either the writing or the author's original intent.

So under the cut are my absolute favourite of favourites.

Morning Light (18021 words) by FallenBrie (time loop, Atsushi character exploration, ADA!found family)

O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine! (20976 words) by aptlydapper (3 chapters, still my all-time favourite bsd fanfic for the writing and the concept and its execution, Chuuya joins the ADA basically but so much more than that to me)

Conundrum (23921 words) by AdmiralTDeVanto (hi, I love this AU so much, role-reversal where aku and atsu are the older figures and dazai and chuuya are the younger ones, some other au roleswaps happen but that's a surprise)

circle of praise (1898 words) by Oxalisalis (have a few by this author (love their works so much, they have some great BEAST things), basically compliment assault, ADA family, sweet and funny)

The Scent of Milk Tea (1343 words) by Sternstunde (Atsushi and Chuuya are housemates, neither is aware of the other's job, please let them meet in canon, 2 chapters and unfinished)

Reason To Live (1746 words) by Allwalkfree (time travel fic with a take on akutagawa's future character arc that left me DEAD, just...him being better than the people he was taught by okay? and him having a clearer picture of the stuff he went through etc)

hell is empty (all the devils are here) (1065 words) by Origamidragons (legit one of my FAVOURITE Gin character explorations, shoutout to the use of her character's irl short story)

in the end, you write your verse (6858 words) by Origamidragons (ADA and PM role swap and it's honestly SO GOOD that I desperately wish there was more of this (in a this fic is INCREDIBLE way, that is))

In The Choice, There's Peace (2561 words) by treetrunkdaddy (chill vibes, fic that explores Atsushi's character so nicely to me through how he copes with anger)

Mark of a Teacher (527 words) by Seito (Kunikida has been framed as a terrorist apparently and his students see the news headlines, it's hilarious and just fun)

A Study From Stripes (teach me to be loved again) (29684 words) by MidnighttWriter (beloved fic with beloved writing, Atsushi trauma exploration, might feel a little dark or emotional for bsd (in a different way, since BSD doesnt exactly shy away from being emotional or dark) but honestly beloved and SUCH a fascinating Atsushi character study to me)

would you believe me if i said i was blinded by the light? (1203 words) by elijay (half-blind Dazai real to me, but no its a really neat headcanon and that's all the fic is, which is all i wanted)

good bones (838 words) by Quintessence (I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, another Atsushi has a lot of trauma and the agency is flabbergasted)

5 Times Dazai Didn’t Understand Math And The 1 Time Kunikida Tried To Do Something About It (3746 words) by zededs (math is difficult, so is Dazai, Kunikida is stressed out, just a funny story)

how to get away with murder (10000 words) by magdalenes (11 chapters and unfinished, but it's SO SO good, the author is setting up the mystery so well, and it's basically just....detectives doing detective work but possibly also avoiding other detectives, more plotty than charactery)

what is a name (640 words) by Seito (guys, seriously, read this, im serious it has SUCH a good theory and the IMPLICATIONS of this to the larger bsd story????)

a secret for a secret (2302 words) by Oxalisalis (another of my FAVOURITE Gin fics, this author DELIVERED so well on their characterisation, slight canon divergence but perhaps not?)

But yeah. Because I somehow ended up opening over 130 tabs (that was after narrowing things down. i am so normal about BSD) for this ask, I'll just....reblog with more for those who are interested in gen fics. (It's why it took me a while, apologies.)

#despite what the reblogs of this will look like #i really do have to take a step back because busy life so im not sure how the queue will look (its already looking pretty low though) #but uh.....yeah #have fun seeing me being utterly unhinged about bsd guys #bsd fanfic #bsd #note's nonsense #me: i am absolutely normal about bsd #also me: makes a list of 130 bsd gen fics just cause i can

[smhtaehyung]

6 hours ➣ HOUR 4

hour 1, hour 2, hour 3, hour 4

summary: Jungkook pulls you in the bathroom to have some fun. The party takes a turn for the worse. Jimin fights with heavy intoxication as chaos continues echoing through the house. Taehyung slips back into sobriety.

Masterlist - under construction

Pairings: fuckboy!tae x reader, crush!jk x reader,  jm x crush!reader , hoseok x random

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

wordcount: 4k words

Genre: smut, college au, nonidol!au, love cube sorta thing

warnings: alcohol use, drug use, slight existential angst, innapropriate sexual comments, graphic depictions of smut, fingering, oral (f. m. recieving), kinky dares, slut shaming, protected sex, overstimulation, thigh kink, dirty talk, spit kink, multiple orgasms, degrading,  face fucking >> reader is in love with jk, jimin is in love with a reader, taehyung is just there being hot and flirty.

Taglist: (at the bottom) If you want to be in the taglist, reply to this post or dm me to stay updated :)

Chapter 5 release:

9th of October > 11 pm (CET)

Hour 4 "When all hell breaks loose" Time: [ 2:25 AM ]

It was all going south. Maybe it was your raging instinct which was telling you not to follow Jungkook so easily to the bathroom, but you were in no shape to fight with yourself anymore. The strong intoxication was ruining all of you, including already deteriorating friendships between guys like Jungkook and Jimin. Jungkook's soft hand was holding yours, making you feel at peace with possibly a terrible decision. Jungkook really seemed like a shitty friend to Jimin, so now you finally understood Taehyung's ramblings. From comforting him outside to sneaking a peek and a cheeky touch of you inside. Walking upstairs, you felt yourself breaking down a little bit, realizing this entire loud and chaotic night was taking its toll on you.

"I need to go to the bathroom." You whispered to Jungkook as you walked past the bathroom in the hallway upstairs. The hallway was completely empty as somebody just exited the bathroom. He stopped and opened the bathroom door for you.

"You can go do your thing first."

"It's okay. I don't need to actually use the bathroom." You slurred a little bit. Jungkook realized you might be just as drunk as him by this point. He had no idea you chugged an entire cup of strong gin and tonic before you found Taehyung in the kitchen.

"What?" He giggled, scrunching his nose.

"I just need to cry. No need for peeing."

"Oh." Jungkook let out a remorseful giggle, feeling sorry to see you like this. Still, you looked pretty adorable. He hugged you and pulled you inside the bathroom.

"Talk to me. You okay?"

"No. He hates me." You leaned against the wall, sighing.

"He doesn't hate you, he just needed to say something. It's not easy for him, you know? Don't stress about it. He'll be fine." Jungkook finished a drink he had in his hand, putting the empty cup on the bathroom sink. You found comfort in Jungkook's tone, making you believe you were panicking slightly too much. Still, you appreciated his caring gestures and gentle words.

"Sorry for calling you one of Jimin's "fuckboy friends"."

"You never said my name."

"Well, I was thinking it then."

"I know, it's just...I'm-You're such a bad friend." You scoffed.

"I know. I should stop drinking."

Jungkook's comment made you overthink ss it usually did. Was he really blaming alcohol for his attraction towards you?

"Is alcohol just a reason though?" You raised your head slightly, your hair uncovering your tired eyes.

"No, but I don't think you want to hear my answer." His tone was numb, almost too direct for your liking.

"Why?"

"Because I know you like me." Jungkook kept his eyes fixed on you.

"Uhm, hey-" You started speaking out of panic immediately, but gave up soon as you realized you didn't have absolutely anything on your mind to say.

"Listen. I can tell you one thing." He started speaking, making you feel at ease you didn't need to do that anymore.

"If you want to have fun, I'm still here." Jungkook's hand found a way to hold you by the cheek, bringing you closer.

Your whole drunk body was telling you to do this, to get more that you were craving for. You could finally have him, even if it was just physical. To you, it didn't seem so bad and soon enough, you were immersed into kissing him, making him breathe heavier.

Suddenly, another idea appeared in your mind. Pure and raw dominance you wanted to feel over him. You wanted him to groan and moan for you and you only.

Your body was reacting to his touch with such ease.

"I want to be in control this time." You pushed him against the wall, kissing down his neck. Jungkook's hands travelled down to grab your ass, firmly pulling you against himself. He moaned once you began kissing onto his earlobe. Jungkook's length was rapidly hardening, your firm grip making him live out all of his submissive fantasies usually girls weren't really effective at. Given Jungkook wasn't scared of you and devoured your pussy two hours prior, he felt the need to give into your games, wanting to provoke you in hopes you'd be even harsher with him. After seeing you become a moaning mess in that closet, Jungkook felt safe to let himself go too. You were arousing him quickly and effectively, which made all the blood rush to his crotch. He whined once you slapped his hand away from your breast, locking the door he was leaning against.

"Don't be impatient. It pisses me off." You slightly but down onto his ear, which only riled him up even more. You knelt down, keeping the eye contact with him. Jungkook thought you looked so hot when you were feeling confident, not looking away even as you were stroking him over his pants. You stuck your hand inside, causing him to gasp slightly. You felt his wet tip brush against your finger. You smeared the liquid over his tip, stroking him slowly.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me and listen to what I say?" You slid his pants and underwear down, his rock hard erection springing free.

"Y-yes." He nodded through a moan.

His big member made you drool as you slowly started to take him in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his length, coating it with your saliva. You took him in deep inside of your mouth, causing him to shut his eyes and get killed off again. "F-fuck." Jungkook cursed, your mouth bringing the warm, sensitive and tight pleasure he needed to feel. His dick hit the back of your throat, making you slightly gag. He tried to move his hips, all desperate to fuck into your mouth. You gripped his thighs and moved your mouth away from him, making him groan out of frustration.

"Don't be such a brat." You slapped his cock, making him moan again. Soon after, you began kitten-licking his tip, making his dick slightly twitch from the sensitivity. "Please don't-tease me." He mumbled under his breath, biting his lip from the pleasure. His eyes glanced down at you for a brief second, loving the way you were so into sucking him off. The immersed look plastered onto your face made him only focus more on you, all pretty and needy for him. "Ahhh, Y/N." He let a moan escape his lips, one of his hands going down to stroke your hair. Once his other hand reached to hold you by your hair too, you slapped his hand away, knowing it was his final step before trying to fuck your mouth again. "I'll let you fuck my mouth soon, baby. Stay put for me a little longer." You whispered, quickly taking his whole length inside your mouth. "Fuck, why are you being like that?" He mumbled in a dirty voice, biting his lip as he was desperate to jerk his hips up. Jungkook never experienced such a dirty thing play out before him. He loved how you were making him feel, but the desperation to fuck your throat was growing stronger.

You started to move your head up and down him as your hands got involved too. One of your hands was stroking the base of his big member, and your other hand was cupping and massaging his balls.

Jungkook started to groan your name out, losing one of the last battles with himself to stay focused. He licked his lips and threw his head back, not able to handle it anymore. "Mmmm, Y/N." He spoke softly, making you start to bob on him. You continued your motions, quickening your pace as you sucked his tip harder. His hand guided your head faster, making you choke on him. Your mouth was full of his cock, causing you to grow wetter each second. You moaned once you have into him pushing himself further down your throat. He started to fuck into your mouth, feeling his climax approaching. Your hands sped up too, making him run his fingers through his hair. He threw his head back in pleasure. Your pussy was extremely wet by now, the liquid almost dripping through your panties. You stuck your hand in your panties, rubbing small circles around your sensitive nub. Jungkook moaned at sudden loss of contact.

"Don't stop, baby. I'm so close." He spoke in an accent, making the fire pit in your stomach even more needy.

"Beg me." You removed your head away, rubbing yourself faster. Jungkook swore he could come just by the sight alone.

"Please, please, kiss it, touch it, fuck it, whatever, just do something, please. I want to fuck your mouth so bad." Jungkook whined, stroking your soft cheeks.

"Good boy. I'm all yours-" As soon as you spoke, Jungkook sighed in relief, sliding his cock down your mouth. He was so frustrated it made him take control. And you loved it.

He went on a rampage, quickly jerking his hips up to hit the back of your throat, making you choke on him. "Ahhh." You moaned, furrowing your eyebrows at the sensation.

Jungkook's hips thrusted into your mouth, his groans filling up the bathroom.

"Who's my little slut after all?" Jungkook smirked down at you, still keeping eye contact. Your eyes were prickling up with tears, your mouth full of him.

You hummed, moaning under him as you rubbed yourself faster.

"Are you going to come for me?" Jungkook couldn't stop watching you touch yourself. You sped up the pace, finally reaching your orgasm. His words definitely tipped you over the edge. You began moaning onto his dick.

"Oh, fuck, yes." He continued groaning, seeing you come apart in front of him. Your orgasm washed over you, the strong sensation circulating through your entire body, your heat finally feeling some release. "Now I'm gonna come in your pretty little mouth-" Jungkook groaned, desperately chasing his orgasm. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, knowing he was about to come. It was great, feeling so much control over him, enjoying how desperate he looked. You loved his need face as he was trying to come into your mouth, just to observe how pretty you looked with your mouth full of his load.His grip got tighter as he shut his eyes, letting out a few choked out moans as he came inside of your mouth. His cum slid down your throat, making you instantly gulp down. He threw his head back, staring at the ceiling as he tried to calm his quickened breaths. You licked off the remaining cum from his tip, wiping your mouth as he looked down on you from the above. "Come here." He softly spoke, pulling you up to him. He pulled his pants and underwear down, his breath still hot and breathing sounding heavy. He bit his lip once you got close to him, placing a kiss onto your lips.

"You're so hot." He giggled, continuing to kiss you. You both couldn't decide if the orgasm sobered you up or pushed you into another type of disorientation.

You found a few ways to giggle at the situation, not directly mentioning how dirty, impulsive and hot this evening has been between the two of you. But Jungkook definitely wanted to feel you or your mouth again. On him, by him, anywhere.

"Hope you're not disappointed that I don't want a relationship. I really find you attractive though." Jungkook spoke directly again, making you cut him off.

"Shh. Let's not ruin this." You winked at him and placed a kiss onto his lips. It was the last thing you said to him before you left the bathroom on your own, leaving him behind.

You felt power. Especially once leaving him like this. You set yourself out to have fun. Your decision, your dealing with the consequences. It was funny, because after this last séance with Jungkook, you didn't even check on your hair or dress. They looked perfectly fine, but you didn't care anymore, realizing people didn't give a damn anymore.

Debating whether to take a first step down. Why would you throw yourself into the wilderness like that? The mayhem that took place dowstairs was overwhelming once you got down, squeezing through the all the people who left the backyard to go dancing. Even the music you knew well and usually danced too was annoying you by this point.

It was true Sodom and Gomorrah you noticed but a modernized version.

People were making out heavily in the hallways and girls were sobbing in the kitchen. Probably because of the certain guys kissing other girls. The dining room looked like an aftermath of a wild party already, spilled beer all over the table from beer pong that took place. Some cups were on the floor, some people even, discussing existential life crisis you all knew well after attending college.

The music maybe didn't even change volume, but your ears were so irritated, the fading high pitched ringing noise in your ears driving you insane. You needed to sober up. And you needed it quick.

Finally, pure panic for Jimin managed to sober you up once seeing him stumble inside the bathroom.

"Jimin!" You yelled out for him. You started to breathe heavily, your gut telling you something bad was happening. Hell, you whole body felt it.

And there, shining in the most chaotic moments, you ran into Taehyung, who also looked visibly stressed. Not for the party, but because of Jimin.

He wasn't well.

"How is he?" You grabbed Taehyung by the shoulder. He flinched under your touch, his eyes dark heavy and red. So red.

"He's doing bad." Taehyung muttered out.

"Jimin!" You yelled out again, storming inside of the bathroom as you gently pushed Taehyung and a few other people out of the way.

The drama segment was settling in.

Jimin was kneeling in front of the toilet, throwing up whatever the liquor was that tipped him over the edge.

"Oh, baby." You sighed and kneeled down, next to him, stroking his back for comfort as he was regurgitating, his body really jolting him back into sobriety.

You hated to see him this way.

"What are you d-doing here?" He managed to stutter out, shaking from how cold he felt on the bathroom floor.

"I looked for you. Knew it was bad news."

"I'm fine, you can leave." He rushed his sentences out with a strong accent. He removed your hand from his back.

"I'm sorry I can't. Let me stay with you-" you were interrupted by him vomiting again, making you begin stroking his back again.

You looked to your right, watching Taehyung enter and close the door behind himself.

He gave you a smile with a worrying look on his face. You realized Taehyung had the ability to have a different smile for every situation or a setting. Only you had trouble figuring out which one was his real smile.

"Taehyung." Jimin called out for him.

"Yeah, bro?"

"Can you s-stay too?"

"Of course." Taehyung sighed.

Right in that moment Taehyung remembered the original reason of why he held back with you, if that could even be called "holding back".

He really felt bad for Jimin. Mainly because he followed the story of you being Jimin's crush since it began. It was impossible for him to just throw the bro code away that easily as Jungkook did, who knew the story but still felt the need to put his dick into you - which was at least what Taehyung guessed happened.

"You need anything?" Taehyung softly asked Jimin.

"No." Jimin sat down on the floor turning away from you. You decided to join Taehyung and sit on the floor, your back leaning against the cold bathtub.

And there you found it. At least some peace and quiet after such a wild night. Flashbacks of Jungkook, his hair, bare chest and wet lips kept haunting your mind. You sighed, disrupting the peace slightly.

Jimin started giggling out of nowhere, making you both confused.

"I can't take you seriously with this makeup." He continued laughing.

You smiled at Taehyung, nudging into his shoulder as he acted all proud of himself. He was always joking around.

You were scared he wasn't going to like you anymore, given the fact he always said that the girls who got with Jungkook were delusional-hopeless-romantic girls. And you knew well you couldn't explain to him the urge to be in control of him for just one night. Just to get it out of your system, fuck it over and out.

For some reason, Taehyung's presence has left you feeling nervous since the party began. Now it was for other reasons.

Even as he began talking to Jimin, you kept silent, still hating those bright bazhroom lights. Was he able to see your smudged makeup from teary eyes you got when Jungkook's cock was deep in your throat? Or did he notice a small bruised bite on your neck that was darkening every minute?

Could he smell Jungkook on you? Could he even sit next to you right now without feeling disgusted?

"-yeah, I remember that. But, I heard they're playing sometime next week. Want to go?" Jimin asked Taehyung about some band, making Taehyung agree, all smiles.

Your instinct was telling you he was putting on a fake smile again.

Listening to Taehyung's and Jimin's conversation, you felt at ease since it was so much more calmer than the muffled noise outside. You feared what was behind those doors. You feared yourself, because you didn't want to leave. Could some things still get back in control?

Taehyung noticed how worried you looked, so, mentally slapping himself, he brought you into the conversation and after a few minutes, he got Jimin to talk to you. You were paying attention on him to the best of your abilities, thanking the intoxication was fading away.

After some time of talking between each other, you decided it would still be best if you left Tae alone with Jimin. You didn't like yourself at all right now. It was funny that you felt easy so early into the night and had no idea that feeling would progressively get worse. Still, you exited the bathroom, catching a glimpse of Taehyung's worried look as you said your byes. To him, you were the personification of Sodom and Gomorrah because he was faced with having to decide between emotions and sex, forbidden but available, sin and respect.

"Why am I getting a feeling you like her?" Jimin's quiet question threw Taehyung off guard. He gulped hard, wishing you were here to avoid the mess. But this was mess he brought into himself so wanting you to be here was just selfish.

Taehyung didn't know what to say to Jimin. He didn't know how to start a conversation in which he has to explain to Jimin he still doesn't know will his attraction for you fade with the alcohol or get even stronger.

So, while Taehyung was trying to bury a hole he dug himself into with his clown makeup and desperate glances, you were already in the kitchen, the bright lights not making you look fresh in the slightest. Your inner self was matching the exterior well, since you really felt fucked out, tired and confused all at the same time. You could feel the stares from some people you hung out, especially since they all gossiped about you bringing back your notorious partying persona you wanted to dig down. Your reputation was not bothersome anymore, given the fact you stopped feeling everything. You could not hold one thought down, the music not letting you remember anything. Still, your brain was filled with Jungkook's moans, his hot palms and your admiration to take control. Even if it was just over him.

The party was in turmoil, some people vomiting outside by the street. You scoffed in annoyance, you just wanted to go home, but still felt attached to this place. You still chased peace.

You tried to get a piece of it, but squeezing through so much people just made your forehead sweat and brain feel dizzy due to lack of oxygen. You really felt lost by this point. A familiar guy approached you with an offer you could not refuse.

"Hoseok! Hey!" You were really happy to see him, suddenly finding consolation in all Jimin's friends.

"Hey, how are you doing? Have you seen Jungkook, I've been looking everywhere for him." Hoseok sighed.

"I saw him by the bathroom upstairs last time. But I think he had been actually looking for you." You tried to speak as if you couldn't still taste him in your mouth, but even Hoseok realized it was bullshit.

Your drunk mind sending you graphic flashbacks of his cock in your mouth was enough of a thought to distract you from paying attention.

"What about Taehyung? Seen him?"

"He's in the bathroom with Jimin. Jimin's not well."

"Oh, he told you?"

"Seriously, did everyone know besides me?" You sighed, following him towards the large window in the living room. Hoseok just gave a simple apologetic nod and continued speaking.

"-And as for Taehyung, he'll probably find you easier before I find him so I'll stick with you for a while. You don't mind, right?" Hoseok smiled, resting his elbow on the window stool. It was the only open window in the living room, both of you enjoying fresh air which was the cure for all of your breathing problems.

"What do you mean he's going to find me first?"

"Oh, you really are blind, aren't you, Y/N? First Jimin, now Taehyung..." Hoseok sighed, making you even more confused.

"Hoseok, what are you saying exactly?"

"Did anyone ever put makeup on to make you laugh?"

"No." You raised your eyebrow.

"Did anyone ever smile his way through the night for you when you were doing all kinds of stuff in the closet with his other friend?"

"No." You looked down in shame.

"So, it might just be this one night, but something happened to him."

Hoseok continued speaking about Taehyung's attraction towards you so easily that it reminded you of one of those movie cliches where you cannot observe any other noise other than complete focus on one man's words. Everything else was muffled up, and Hoseok might have spoke too much but you had no idea of how present he was the entire night, witnessing everything.

Every time you ran away away from Taehyung, Hoseok was there to stop Taehyung from chasing after you, sort of giving him advice to win you over slowly. Hell, Taehyung even asked Hoseok's date to borrow lipstick from her while he was right next to her. At first, Taehyung had no intention to listen, but throughout the night, his desperation grew and Hoseok was there to help out. The whole scheme was unfolding. Hoseok left you speechless, making you overthink the entire night almost instantly.

You found Taehyung's attempts cute and soon realized the only reason you were running away from him was because of your possible attraction towards him. So, his plan really worked. He made you feel safe around him because he really cared. Or at least that's what he thought during the intoxicated hours.

In that cold bathroom, sitting alongside his best friend, Taehyung stared into the bathroom tiles, slipping back into sobriety. Structuring his thoughts was rapidly becoming more successful and his brain was jolting itself awake, suddenly slipping into the state of realization of where he was, who he is really and what he's been doing here.

Taehyung had no idea what was waiting for him in his sobriety. Was his fascination for you about to fade away?

Was yours about to fully realize itself?

NEXT CHAPTER

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You Are My Task [Part 2]

☆ Dmitri Antonov x fem!Reader

☆ Warnings: age gap (11 years apart), class difference, smoking, swearing

☆ Word Count: 3156

☆ Chapter Summary: Dmitri has been at the estate for almost a month, adjusting to the Madame’s schedule, but important boundaries are to be made if they want this arrangement to be successful. One phone call leads to a tender moment that upends their mutual agreement.

☆ A/N: Thank you for 300 followers!! I love you all so so much, please enjoy!!

☆ A wonderful mutual of mine @atenastears made a Dmitri enemies to lovers playlist! You can listen to that here I think it captures the feeling of the fic wonderfully!!!

⇦ Part 1 ☆ Part 3 ⇨

It has been three weeks since Dmitri arrived at the estate and he learned many things about Madame (L/N). He learned that she wakes up at noon, spends an hour getting ready, and eats her first meal of the day at 1 pm. During her brunch, she gets political updates and asks about any calls from her father, a minister from her home country. Then she has her post meal tea while reading a book along with some French pastries. She walks around the grounds for a bit for a little exercise and then she takes a nap. After her nap, she calls her friends. Then she has dinner. Afterwards, she’ll sign off on what is to be prepared for her meals tomorrow and go to bed. 

“It’s a lengthy routine, but it keeps the Madame entertained and most importantly safe. It’s within her confines and her father’s wishes. Please, adjust to her schedule,” Emelia explained. How she kept up with her own schedule was beyond him, however he was by your side through and through. He glanced over at you as you ate your eclair, reading a Stephen King novel. He chuckled, causing the Madame to look up at him. She quirked a brow, continuing to read her novel until she heard him laugh again. 

“Is there something funny?” She asked. He looked over, his arm perched on the oak bookcase. 

“I would have thought you would read classics,” He said. “Not some horror novelist,”

“What? Like the Anna Karenina in your hand?” She retorted. “I read most classics when I was younger. This is just something new. Besides we have different tastes, that’s all,” She held the book closer to your face. “Clearly,” Whispering to herself, that of course didn’t fall past Dmitri’s ears. He scoffed again, looking out at the window crossing his arms. It was truly isolating to see the expanse of snow decorating the hills, her attitude alone could burn all of it and he could tell just by the anger radiating off her body. He always felt her fiery gaze on him. 

He pursed his lips, abruptly turning around. “May I ask you something?” Dmitri asked. She didn’t lift your eyes from the page. “Madame (L/N)?” 

She smiled, setting the book on her lap with her finger marking the pages. “Why yes, Mr. Antonov. What would you like to ask?” The Madame faked a smile — which infuriated him even more. 

“Why are you so…so…”

“So…so…what?” She challenged him. He feigned off, She’s insufferable. Dmitri watched as her laced finger held the handle of the teacup. 

“Nothing. I was just wondering…why only French pastries?” He asked. She looked down at her half eaten èclair. She tilted your head, scrunching her nose a bit. “The foods you eat are French too, is your tea French as well?” She sipped your tea, rolling her eyes.

Madame (L/N) laughed. “My teas are imported from Asia. I’m quite a fan of darjeeling and assam,” Setting down her white cup. “France is mostly known for their coffees. I much prefer Vietnamese coffee. It’s good, strong, but good. I crave it these days but I don’t have access to the right coffee or condensed milk…shame…” Dmitri smiled. “Turkish coffee is good based on its presentation alone. I absolutely adore Italian style coffees. I think their coffee culture is top tier. It’s just not the same when made at home,” 

“I guess things are only enjoyable when enjoyed elsewhere,” Dmitri remarked. He watched her feign a small smile. “You know, I think you should expand your horizons,”

She scrunched her face, “How so?”

Dmitri walked away from the window, pacing around the Madame’s couch. Her finger was no longer holding her place in her novel, now set aside and forgotten as they both held eye contact. He bent forward, almost being at her level. “For starters, maybe you can try Russian?”

She looked down, suddenly the sight of her laced hands was much more interesting than the conversation, “Pardon?” She said, looking up at her smiling bodyguard.

“Did you hear me? Russian pastries — my people are knowledgeable on good food too,” Oh “You should try them,” 

“What’s wrong with the ones I have?” You asked. “Are you questioning my taste?” Dmitri rolled his eyes. Absolutely unbelievable. Only you would hear one sentence and come out with another. 

“I never said that!” Dmitri exclaimed. “Are the rich so quick to feel offended, I just gave you a suggestion to try something new,” She turned her head. 

“I never said I was offended!” She said back. “Is it in your job description to take jabs at people or are you just naturally annoying,” 

“I don’t take jabs at regular people but at snobby people like you then sure,” Dmitri remarked. “We both hate having each other around,”

“Can I ask you something?” She asked. “Mr. Antonov,” Mimicking his tone from before, he crossed his arms before gesturing his head for you to go forward. “Let’s walk. I want to walk around the grounds now,” You said, grabbing your coat and heading out. He trailed behind, just enough to keep you within earshot but behind you. “You’re right. I hate having you around, but if we stay out of each other's way then I’m sure your job and my life will be much easier,”

“Understood,” He said. 

“You know I could have you fired,” She said. “Imagine thinking that you can say all of that to me and keep your job,”

“I’m not worried,” He said. “Your father doesn’t want to have to hear about you going through another process of finding a personal guard,” 

“Oh you’re so confident,” You replied. “I’ve never had someone challenge me, most people wouldn’t dare,” 

Dmitri jogged around you, spinning so he’s facing you, lightly walking backwards. “I am not most people,” He said, pulling out a cigarette. He watched as you breathed in and out, he was careful to blow the smoke away from you. The walk was cut short from the back door opening. Alan, the estate’s butler, clutched the stone railing.

“Madame (L/N)!” He said between huffs. “It’s your father! He’s on the phone,” Dmitri watched as you bolted across the lawn and up the steps, almost tripping. He picked up your scarf that dropped as he followed behind. She shucked off her purple coat, throwing it at Alan who nearly dropped the expensive coat. Dmitri rushed over to balance him, asking if he’s okay. 

“Father, hello,” She said out of breath, she listened intently with a big smile on her face. Dmitri watched as she smiled for the first time in weeks. He had watched her every morning asking about her father, a man so busy with many of his political aspirations. The only person who usually called was her brother, who was in her home country but he droned on and on about government activities that his calls were anything but enjoyable. He stepped a few steps closer, just at the top of the stairs as he watched her face fall. 

“So you won’t come?” She said quietly, clutching the green phone. “When will I see you?” Tears were welling up in her eyes, Dmitri took a few steps toward her, her lips quivered as she quickly wiped away her tears. She nodded again and hung up. He looked around and saw the staff looking at her solemnly. He heard from one of the maids that the Madame had been expecting a short visit from her father or at least a long phone call – since her arrival months ago, neither has happened. It had been very lonely for her, with no family and no friends by her side. The Madame sighed, running up the stairs, until her wrist was caught by her bodyguard. He didn’t know why he reached out, but he watched as her heaving calmed. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. She tugged and he let go, running to her room. The slam of her door made everyone jump. Emelia walked up to Dmitri, “Will she be okay?”

“She’ll be fine. She’s a strong girl,” She said. “She’ll be okay,”

Hours had passed and the Madame didn’t come out of her room once. The once occupied halls where she often walked or the sounds of her laughter on the phone were absent. The occasional phone ringing in her room would go off, indicating that her friends wanted to talk but of course, Emelia answered instead saying that she wasn’t to be disturbed today. Dmitri waited outside of her door, at his assigned post, as he always had, waiting for her to come out. He thought about the events from earlier, the way her face lit up when she heard she was finally receiving a call from her father. Her face falling and her shoulders dropping, it was heartbreaking to see. He saw her resolve disintegrating, who she was at that moment, when he clutched her wrist. He didn’t see a stern, haughty, cold-hearted woman he saw, just for a little bit, someone who just wanted to hear from her father. 

—

You clutched your pillow, sitting on the alcove looking at the view outside. It was snowing today in Moscow. You had hoped that your father would call, maybe have a nice chat or to tell you news of him coming home soon. You understood how busy he was, but a part of you wanted him to come. Maybe he doesn’t want me anymore. 

You remembered the days of playing games on the grounds, amidst the heated tensions between your father and the backdrop of the political state of the country – you remembered nothing but happy days. There used to be a big playground you and your brother would go on. Mr. Munzuk, the estate owner, loved spoiling you and your brother with gifts. “Shhh, I’m not supposed to have these,” He would tell you. You remembered a big toy pony on wheels and the joy and laughter as your father and Mr. Munzuk. You thought that maybe you could recreate the same feeling of joy if you walked around the gardens, trying to remember the bits and pieces of your childhood, but to no avail. You thought about all the times your father talked to you. Once you got to a certain age, it felt like he was more of a commander than a father. He praised your brother, gave him access to many opportunities and made him the younger version of him. From what you could tell, he was still a dad to him. 

As you grew out of a child’s body and into a young woman, it no longer felt like you could say “father” with the same diction as a child. One day, you were dropped off in Europe and he barely called. At first you loved the freedom of being a 14 year old it-girl, spending money and being carefree but you almost envied the power your brother had. One that you could never achieve so long as you were a woman in that household. At first it was tolerable, but you had ideas, joined organizations and wrote political papers. You had an idea of what could make a state better, what political relations needed to be strengthened, but you were never going to be a fraction of what your brother was – your father made that clear. 

“I assure you, you are not fit to be in office. Maybe you could handle it if you were a-”

“A what? A son?”

Two knocks from the door grabbed your attention. You got up from the alcove, “Who is it?”

“It’s me. Dmitri,” Mr. Antonov said. “I wanted to ask you something,” 

You clenched your fist, “If it’s to make fun of me, I don’t want to hear it,” 

“It’s not!” He said through the door. “If you don’t like what I have to say, you’re more than welcome to slam the door in my face,” You walked over, hand hovering over the gold doorknob. You turned it, leaving the door at a crack. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” You said curtly. “What do you want?”

“Would you like to go into town? To get your mind off of things?” He asked. “I’ll take you to try some Russian pastries,”

You wiped away your tears, breathing out to clear any sign of crying from earlier. “What use will that be? It’ll be a waste of time,”

“I'll give you odds. 100 to 1. Just trust me, it won’t be a waste of time,” He said. 

You looked out of the car, Dmitri sitting across from you. It was a new town, one that you haven’t been to before. It was further away from the closest town near the estate and much quieter too. The dim lights illuminated the shops and so many people were walking around, not as busy as the other town which was perfect. Dmitri tapped on the partition, telling him directions and the car parked in front of a small bakery. You watched a woman mix batter through the window and people sitting down at the tables, laughing and enjoying their food. You hardly noticed your driver coming around and opening the door for you. Dmitri of course exited first with you in tow. “Come on,” He said, holding out his hand. You grabbed his hand, almost stumbling until he held your hip steady. “Careful, Miss (L/N),” He led you inside the cafe, the aroma of sweets and baked goods filled the air. You looked around at all the treats in the display case, cakes, small pastries, and even homemade candy filled the almost chaotic display. It was wonderful. “Which one would you like, Miss (L/N)?”

“Hm?” You said, distracted. “Uh, I guess you can choose. Since you’re so confident in your odds,” He laughed and spoke to the woman gesturing to two things. “I do want cake though. Now that we’re here,” He sighed and spoke to the woman again. You looked around for a table but the only available space was a table with two seats next to each other so you sat down and waited for Dmitri. There unfortunately was no way he could sit across from you, so he carefully scooted next to you. 

“Okay, here's a cake for you to try,” The brown and white layers looked absolutely delicious. You took a bite, you looked at Dmitri as he watched you intently gauging your reaction. You hate to admit that he was right, but the cake was absolutely delicious! You took another bite reveling in the sweetness that hit your tongue, the little crumbles adding a unique texture. “Told you so…I…knew the previous owners so I know the cakes are still good,”

You nudged him playfully, picking up the other utensil and holding it to his mouth. “Ahhh,” He paused, before taking a bite. You both giggled as you repeated the same motion. “How have I never tried this?”

After chewing he spoke, “How long have you been here Miss (L/N)?”

“Four months?” A crumb was stuck at the corner of his mouth, taking your thumb and swatting it away. He looked at you just as you looked at him…what just happened. He coughed and you turned away. Avoiding any further eye contact. You quickly took a sip of your tea but it was still hot and some had spilled on your finger. Dmitri quickly took the napkin and patted your finger blowing on it to take away any of the heat. His rough hands held yours, you observed the years of labor on his fingers. Fingers that have pulled revolvers. Your hands were smooth, perfectly manicured, the most it had ever been through was four years of essays. Your fingers were so close to his lips it made your heart race. He looked up and your jaw tensed, he tilted his head, slowly letting go. 

When you both arrived home, laughing and smiling about today, you were met with a very concerned Alan and an almost furious Emelia.”Madame, where were you?! It’s half past 8 usually you would be in your room now,” 

“I apologize Emelia, it’s my fault,” Dmitri interjected. “I had forgotten my watch and I wasn’t watching the time. I would have brought her home sooner,” Alan smiled looking at Emelia but still, she wasn’t having it. 

“Well you both missed dinner. Have you eaten yet?” You both shook your head. She sighed and gestured to the dining room. You looked over at Dmitri, who’s gaze was already fixed on you, chuckling at her absolute exasperation. There was something so carefree about him. Ever since he came to the estate, he had managed to break some rules. Usually you hated the smell of cigarettes, laughter that was a little too loud, vulgar language, but Dmitri was different in that sense. His laugh and demeanor wasn’t anything unpleasant, if anything it was inviting, but also painful — he reminded you too much of your friends. That was a problem. He reeked of nostalgia and happy memories. He reminded you too much of who you used to be. 

The moment you stepped into the estate you were hyper aware of who you were. Daughter of a minister second to an Ambassador, Granddaughter of a munitions company CEO, Great-Granddaughter to an oil magnate — your family has funded many wars, been apart of foreign conflicts, as small as your home country was — it was a well kept secret that your family played the puppet in many conflicts. And just like that, you morphed into the perfect girl. 

——

Dmitri followed her up the stairs, remembering that scene at the bakery. Her eyebrows tense, her doe eyes, how she winced at the pain, how he needed to make sure she was unharmed. And just before when she swiped her thumb near his lips, how smooth and delicate she was. Her mouth was anything but, in that moment, it was the first time he felt any concern from her. 

Concern? The Madame? No, impossible. 

He thought she would reprimand him for taking her hand, but she didn’t. She just observed. Did she even care how close they were for the first time? How their shoulders touched as they sat together in that crowded bakery. How close her fingers were to his lips? 

He escorted her to her room, she opened the door, glancing back. “Thank you for today, Dmitri,” He noticed how she didn’t wear her usual gloves. How her thumb was bare against his face.

“Dmitri, now is it? We’re on a first name basis?”

“Please leave Mr. Antonov, good night,” She said as she entered her room, glancing back one more time. 

“Goodnight, Miss (L/N),” She bowed her head and the door shut on him. The way her demeanor changed once they entered the house didn’t fall past Dmitri. What a shame.

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study idea for when your brain is absolutely burnt out and you can't sleep

The Reverse Pomodoro.

You guys with executive function issues may be wondering, "How does this work? Does this work? Won't I get distracted?"

Dear reader, the point is to get distracted. Because if you're tired and can't focus, well, you're tired and can't focus. Add on not being able to sleep and maybe a case of walking pneumonia? Your body is telling you that you have a snowball's chance in hell of being able to write 2 paragraphs by 11:59 PM, do all your homework, and that you should really be prioritizing self-care instead of following a neurotypical schedule that wasn't made for you.

How it Works:

You set a normal pomodoro timer (this one's my favorite: https://pomodorokitty.com/). It helps to have one that doesn't block sites, which might seem counterintuitive. It is, but bear with me. You set the "intention" (I don't know what else to call it) to something like "self-care" or "my brain clocked out for the day." Then, for the length of the normal pomodoro, you take a break.

(My one note for the break would be "don't go on anything with a super obvious algorithm because you will never get out." You can do literally anything else. Just stay away from the algorithms.)

Here's the fun part: for the 5 to 10 minute break, work as much as you physically can on one thing. Type your heart out on the essay that needs to be written. Run as many math problems as possible. Listen to the Animaniacs songs you need to listen to in order to memorize what you need to memorize. Tackle the project one bit at a time. Just work.

As soon as the "work" timer starts, rinse and repeat until you've completed the task and not burnt yourself out in the process.

(sorry about the long post, here's a dancing potato)

#studyblr #neurodivergent #it's ok not to be ok #mental health #this probably won't age well #all evidence for this is anecdotal #source: me

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My Place In This World Pt. 1

Independence Day

Dick Grayson X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 10,757

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: December 4th, 2022

Post Time: 11:29 pm

Updated: October 26th 2023

Update Time: 10:55 pm

Summary: Growing up in Haly's circus and losing their parents in the same night makes the reader and Dick closer than anyone else. Together they go through life having one another's backs though every life change, even eventually becoming Robin and Blue Jay together. What happens when feelings have changed and slowly start to be revealed? 

This series was inspired by @shadowsndaisies Daisy's story on her page is called Codename: Nightingale and I absolutely loved it to death, so I decided to try my hand at my own story line. Thank you so much for being a big inspiration to this series Daisy.

Y/n’s Pov:

I stand off to the side of the practice ring in the bat cave as Dick and I circle one another. Dick lunches towards me and I quickly move to my left, making him fall to my feet. I quickly grab his arm and pull it behind his back as I sit on the small of his back. 

“That’s not fair…” Dick whines from under me as he wiggles to try getting free and I giggle. 

“It was too fair. I won fair and square. Tapping out yet?” I ask him and he grunts while shaking his head no. 

“Really?” I ask as I pull his arm a little more and he groans out in pain. 

“Fine! Fine! I tap!” he shouts as he taps the floor lightly. 

Satisfied with his answer, I let his arm go and push up off of him. I start to walk over to my water bottle, but I get tackled from behind. With a groan, I roll over and look up at Dick, who’s smirking down at me. 

“Hey. That was unfair. My back was turned,” I whine and he chuckles. 

“If that was a villain, they wouldn’t care if your back was to them or not. Remember what Bruce says?” he explains before asking me and I roll my eyes. 

“Never have your back to an enemy,” I quote and Dick nods proudly before getting off of me. 

“Today’s the day,” Dick says in excitement and I smile at him as I get up. 

“It is, wonderboy. Today we get to actually see the league's headquarters,” I agree with him, smiling as I think about the happy day we’re about to have and walk over to the bench to sit down. 

“So what are you doing for the fourth tonight?” Dick asks as he picks up his water from beside me. 

“Not much. Just hanging out here at home,” I inform with a shrug and his jaw drops. 

“You're not doing anything? Nothing at all?” he asks in shock and I take a gulp of my water. 

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed, D… but you, Kaldur and Wally are the only real friends I have,” I tell him and he shakes his head. 

“What about that Tina or that John guy you were hanging out with at school?” he asks with a scowl on his face and I feel a blush rush up over my neck. 

“You were right about him. He was an absolute asshat. He was only using our friendship. Plus, he got really mad when I told him I was into someone else,” I explain and he sighs, shaking his head. 

“Jay, I’m so sorry. Should I go all Robin on him?” he asks and I smile softly. 

“No Rob, I’ll be ok,” I promise him and he smiles. 

“Of course. How could I not? You’ve been with me since birth. You were the only person who understood when I lost my parents,” he tells me with a frown and I nod at him. 

“I’m thankful we had each other. When our parents both passed, I almost didn’t make it out, but you helped me with it. Thank you for always being there, D,” I softly explain to him and he grins at me. 

“Thank you for always being there for me too,” he says with a small smile and I smile at him before pulling him into a hug. 

“I’m glad you’re my best friend Jay,” he tells me and I smile with tears making way to my eyes. 

“Thank you, D, I love you,” I reply as I pull him closer and close my eyes at the thought of being able to tell him that for real. 

“I love you too, Jay. Hey. Me and Wally were gonna go out to celebrate the big day tonight. Wanna maybe-” he starts, but stops when the bat cave’s crime signal starts to go off, making us turn quickly. 

Bruce slides down his fireman’s pole before rushing over to the bat computer. We walk over and he types a few things before video footage of what’s going on pops up and the other league members start to video chat in. 

“Get into your gear. The ice family is at it again,” Bruce tells us, making me and Dick nod in affirmation before rushing off. 

We both rush to our own suits before rushing into the changing rooms that Bruce had made sure was here for us after adopting us. I quickly change into my Blue Jay suit before putting my utility belt around my waist, my ear piece in my ear and then putting my boots on. 

I quickly walk back into the main part of the cave to find Bruce back at the computer in his bat suit. I walk over and stand next to him just as Dick comes out and stands on his other side. 

“We’ve got Mister Freeze. Arrow, can you and Speedy take on Icicle Junior?” Bruce asks and Oliver nods. 

“That we can do, Bats,” Oliver replies and Batman nods. 

“Ok. Aquaman and Aqualad, you take Killer Frost. Flash and Kid Flash, I’m assigning you to Captain Cold,” Bruce commands and they all nod before signing out to go take on their missions. 

Bruce closes out our video feeds before rushing over to the Batmobile. Bruce gets in along with Dick who gets into the passenger side. I go over to my Blue Bike that matches my suit and get on. 

I put my helmet on and my fingerless gloves before starting it up. Bruce rolls down his window and I look over at him. 

“We’ll meet up there. If you get there before us, you wait for us, understand? We don’t need you going back to the hospital,” Bruce tells me and I roll my eyes. 

“One time… I’m not going to sit back and just watch them be criminals, Bruce,” I reply venomously as I roll my eyes. 

“Y/n, listen to him please. Just wait for us,” Dick practically begs and I huff, rolling my eyes. 

“Whatever,” I reply before starting my bike up and driving off. 

I drive to Gotham City park and park my bike with a roll of my eyes. I take my helmet off, keeping my gloves on as I slide off my bike. I put my helmet away before starting to walk towards where Mister Freeze is. I don’t care what they told me, I’m not just going to sit back and wait while people are getting hurt. I continue walking until a familiar voice pulls me back. 

“Blue Jay, stop,” Dick demands as he gets out of the Batmobile and comes running over to me. 

“Why must you insist on putting yourself in harm's way?” he asks almost desperately and I roll my eyes again. 

“I’m not, Robin. I’m just doing my job. I don’t know if you’ve really noticed, but that’s our job. Throwing ourselves out there so civilians are safe,” I tell him harshly and he sighs. 

“Maybe Bruce was right. Maybe he needs to take you out,” Dick comments and I whirl around to face him. 

“What did you just say?” I ask through gritted teeth. 

“Look, all I’m saying is that you need some time off. You seem out of character lately,” he tells me softly as he holds his hands up in surrender. 

“No. I don’t need time off! What I need is my best friend’s support,” I growl angrily and he sighs. 

“And you have it. I just don’t want to see you hurt again,” he explains in a shaky tone, refusing to look at me.

“Oh… I didn’t even think of it that way… I’m so sorry. I… I… I just can’t stand bullies. You know that,” I reply with a frown as I look at him. 

“I know, I just need to know you’re safe. Please… I can’t lose you too,” he tells me in a choked tone and I shake my head. 

“I know, D. I know. I promise I’ll start being more careful,” I tell him as I pull him into another hug. 

“I’m glad you two made up, but we have work to do,” Bruce tells us as he looks out over the scene. 

Me and Dick pull away from one another, but stay close. Bruce takes a moment to assess what needs to be done before turning to us. 

“Ok. Here’s what we’re going to do…” Bruce starts off with the plan. 

“Enjoying family time?” I hear Mister Freeze ask before he aims his freeze gun at a family who was enjoying their Fourth of July. 

“My family has other plans,” he tells them menacingly before flying over them as others run from him. 

I look at Dick and he smirks at me. He bounces his eyebrows at me before he drops down from the building we now stand on. Dick throws a batarang at Mister Freeze and it just hits him in the back, making him stumble forward a bit. 

“Batman. I was wondering when…” Mister Freeze starts as he turns around, but he stops when Dick starts to laugh. 

I shake my head and jump down after Dick. He lands on Mister Freeze’s dome before flipping as he pushes off of him. Mister Freeze turns just as we both land on the other side of him as we both throw our shurikens at him, causing his dome to crack. 

“Oh, Wonderboy and Blue Jay. The bat sent you both to drag me off to prison? Frankly I’m underwhelmed,” Mister Freeze tells us as he slowly stands up. 

“I’m coming in. Just give me a moment to fix this new set of cuffs we’re trying,” we both hear Bruce grunt over the coms and I roll my eyes. 

“Great, but we’re kinda in a hurry here,” Dick replies with an annoyed eye roll. 

“Kids… always in such a rush,” Mr. Freeze mocks as he smirks at us. 

“Not talking to you,” Dick replies in a sing-songy tone and I have to hold back a giggle, making it come out as a chortle. 

Mr. Freeze's eyes widen for a moment before turning around as Bruce finally drops in. Bruce flies in before throwing a punch as he lands, completely breaking Mr. Freeze’s dome. Once he’s down on the ground, Bruce cuffs him before handing him off to the officers. 

“You know, you two could have handled him without me,” Bruce comments as he turns to us and chuckles when Dick rolls his eyes. 

“Yes, but we work so much faster and more efficiently when you're with us,” Dick argues and Bruce looks at me. 

“You two distract one another, that’s why,” Bruce accuses and I give him a shocked look. 

“Umm, excuse me! I’m pretty efficient on my own. It’s not my fault Rob gets distracted. Especially when he goes off on his own with that disappearing laugh he does,” I argue back and Bruce chuckles as he smiles. 

“I must admit, dear boy, that is really infuriating,” Bruce gruffly agrees with me and Dick scoffs. 

“Whatever. Jay got distracted by a squirrel the other day!” Dick argues again and I huff, shaking my head. 

“It was hurt. What was I supposed to do! Leave it to die?!” I fight back and Bruce just chuckles as he crosses his arms. 

“As much as I’m enjoying your little fight, don't we all have plans?” Bruce asks with a light smirk and I roll my eyes. 

“Yes we do. Can we get going now?” Dick groans and I giggle. 

“You're the one that started it. You know I’ll fight back anytime,” I inform and he rolls his eyes behind his mask. 

“Oh, don’t I. Can’t say I don’t admire it really,” Dick tells me and I grin at him. 

“Thank you, Rob. That’s really sweet,” I tell him in a flattered tone before he gives me a soft smile and a small nod. 

“Ok you two, let’s go,” Bruce demands as he shakes his head. “Your connection continues to amaze me,” he tells us as we all start walking back to our vehicles. 

“Why’s that, Bats?” Dick asks and Bruce shakes his head. 

“Because you guys always have one another’s backs, even when fighting. It’s not always like that,” Bruce explains as he opens the driver's side door to the Batmobile. 

“It’s just always kinda been easy to stick together,” I reply with a shrug as I grab my helmet. 

“Well, not many people really stick together. It’s nice to see you two together. You always have smiles on when even just in the vicinity of one another. It’s cute,” Bruce tells us as I put my helmet on before turning and raising an eyebrow at Dick. 

“Thanks, Bruce. What?” Dick replies to Bruce before turning to me. 

“You gonna ride with me or Bruce?” I ask him and he slowly starts to grin.

“Now you want me to ride with you. Earlier you just took off,” Dick jokes, making me shrug as I get on my bike and lean back, crossing my arms. 

“Earlier I was mad. Now I want my best friend to ride with me,” I explain in an even tone as I hold back a giggle at his reaction. 

“Oh! So now I’m supposed to just ride with you when you want I guess,” he playfully jokes back and I giggle. 

“That’s the way it works, my dude,” I reply and he snorts, shaking his head. 

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go with Bruce,” he teases and I frown. 

“You don’t wanna go with me? On the big day?” I pout and playfully bat my eyes at him and he groans. 

“How can I say no to the pout face?” he asks and Bruce chuckles. 

“You can’t, son. Never have been able to,” Bruce tells him in a form of amusement and Dick groans again. 

“Ok. Ok. I’ll come with you. Whatever the Queen wants, she gets,” he finally agrees and I grin as I pat the seat behind me. 

“Well…” I ask him with a raised eyebrow and he shrugs. 

“Well, what?” he asks me and I giggle. 

“You comin’ or not? We kinda have somewhere to be…” I tell him and he chuckles as he comes over to me. 

“Let me drive,” Dick tells me and I shake my head. 

“No way, my dad suspended my motorcycle license,” I reply with a giggle and Dick makes a noise of shock. 

“He didn’t suspend it!” Dick fights back and I bite my lip. 

“I’m pretty sure he did, wonderboy,” I tell him and he shakes his head. 

“That I did,” Bruce jumps in and I giggle when Dick looks defeated. 

“I’ll drive, don't worry. We’ll be ok. I’ve driven this many times before,” I promise Dick and he shakes his head. 

“Yeah. The law would go crazy knowing good ol’ dad lets his thirteen year old drive. Fine, you can drive, but when I get my license back, I’ll be the one driving,” Dick replies and I grin, nodding. 

“They really would, wouldn’t they? I’d expect nothing less,” I tell him with a soft smile and Bruce shakes his head with a shrug. 

“I’ve got money and influence so it works. Helmet’s in the back, Dick,” Bruce brags a bit and Dick groans. 

“You know I really hate when you go all dad mode on me,” Dick tells him as he goes and grabs his helmet from the Batmobile. 

“Maybe wear a helmet and I won’t have to,” Bruce tells him and I hold back a giggle. 

“Ok. I’ll see you guys at the hall of justice?” Bruce asks us and I smile over at him. 

“Yup. See ya there!” I agree with him before he drives off. 

“Let’s go, you big sap,” I joke and Dick puts his helmet on before getting behind me on my bike. 

Once I’m sure he’s holding on and ready to go, I start my bike up and drive to the hall of justice. When we finally make it, I park the bike with the rest of the league’s vehicles before turning my engine off. 

Dick gets off the bike first, taking his helmet off and looks up at the building in awe. I smile softly as butterflies swarm my stomach and I have to stop myself from loving how excited Dick is. I get off my bike and take the helmet off before putting it back in its compartment. Dick quickly rushes over and meets Bruce at the Batmobile. 

He puts his helmet back where he got it from before standing up straight and walking with Bruce. I easily catch up with both of them and before we know it, we’re meeting up with the other young superheroes who stand with their respective hero mentors. 

“Today is the day,” Bruce tells us as he looks down at me and Dick, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Welcome to the hall of justice,” Green Arrow speaks up next. 

“The headquarters of the Justice League,” Aquaman says and I look at Dick with a huge smile. 

“Oh man!” Is heard, making us all turn to look as Flash and Kid Flash zoom up. 

“I knew we’d be the last ones here!” Wally shouts out as he comes to a stop and crosses his arms. 

“How are they always the last ones when they’re the fastest…?” Dick whispers to me and I snort before holding a hand over my mouth to cover my laughter. 

“Honestly, I don’t know. Must mean they take longer capturing their bad guys. They really should be more efficient, shouldn’t they, D?” I ask him as I lean on his shoulder. 

“Yeah. They really should. Like we are!” Dick agrees and I grin. 

“We are pretty efficient, aren’t we? Ehh, it’s only because I have you. If I was working with anyone else, I wouldn’t be,” I tell him and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Same goes for you, Jay. Anyone else and you wouldn’t get a lick of efficiency out of me,” Dick jokes and I giggle again before we hear a sound like someone gagging. 

“You guys are so disgusting. You know that?” Wally asks as he walks up next to us. 

“Oh we definitely do, but it makes it fun to gross you out,” I joke with Wally, sticking my tongue out at him. 

“Oh, so you do it to spite me?” Wally asks as we all start to walk towards the entrance of the hall of justice. 

“We most definitely do it to make you underwhelmed,” Dick tells him with a smirk and Wally gives us a shocked look. 

“That’s just-” Wally starts, but stops as we walk past all the press, who start shouting questions. 

“Is that Batman?!” a man to the left of us asks and Dick lets out a chortle as we smirk at each other. 

“Oh my goodness,” a woman to the right of us exclaims. 

“I see Flash and Flash Jr.!” a kid from the left shouts as he points over the rope. 

“His name’s speedy. Duh,” the kid next to the other kid explains in a sassy tone. 

“No, Speedy’s Green Arrow’s sidekick,” an older man argues with the kids. 

“Well, that makes no sense,” another man replies. 

“Ready to see the inner sanctum?” Green Arrow asks as he leans forward just a bit so Roy can hear him.

“Born that way,” Roy replies, making me and Dick look at each other again with big smiles. 

“I’m glad we’re all here,” Kaldur comments as he smiles at me when I look at him. 

“Have all five sidekicks ever been in the same place at the same time?” Wally asks as he looks at me and Dick. 

“No. I think-” I start, but stop when I get cut off. 

“Don’t! Call us sidekicks. Not after today…” Roy berates Wally and I frown a bit, but I feel a hand grab mine and squeeze. 

I look up and see Dick smiling at me, so I give him a small smile back as I squeeze his hand back. We keep our hands together as we continue to walk, not caring how it looks. 

“Sorry. First time at the hall. I’m a little overwhelmed,” Wally apologizes and Dick rolls his eyes. 

“You’re overwhelmed and underwhelmed. Freeze was underwhelmed. Why isn’t anyone ever just whelmed?” Dick asks his famous question that makes me giggle before hugging his arm closer. 

“Rob, I’m whelmed most of the time, am I not?” I ask him and he smiles. 

“You're an exception, sweetheart,” Dick tells me and there’s another sound of someone gagging. 

“Gross. Can you two not be all coupley the whole time, please?!” Wally whines and I pull back to look at him with a grin. 

“Nope!” I tell Wally and he groans, shaking his head as Dick and I laugh. 

Finally after what feels like a long walk, we make it to the front of the hall of justice and look up at all the statues. As we walk, I poke Dick before pointing up at Wonder Woman, who I’ve admired for years. Dick nods, smiling at me. 

“Oh, maybe that’s why,” Dick comments as we come to a stop just under the statues at the door. 

The door slides open and we see Red Tornado and Martian Manhunter standing just inside. They walk out and come to a stop just a few feet from us. 

“Robin, Speedy, Aqualad, Kid Flash, Blue Jay. Welcome,” Martian Manhunter greets us before turning around and starting to walk back into the hall. 

“You now have unlimited access to the gym, our fully stocked galley, and of course, our library,” Martian Manhunter explains as we continue to walk through the hall.  

“Make yourselves at home,” Flash tells us as he turns around and holds his arms out. 

The league walks over to the side to circle up and Wally plops down in one of the chairs. Dick does the same and Kaldur sits lightly on the one across from us. Dick pulls me down onto his lap and I giggle as Wally makes another gagging sound. 

“Oh, shut up,” I tell him as I roll my eyes. 

“Quick debrief to discuss the coincidence of four ice villains attacking on the same day,” Bruce speaks up, getting our attention.

“We shouldn’t be long,” Bruce promises before he turns around and starts to walk towards another door. 

“Recognized. Batman, 02,” the scanner, much like we have in the bat cave, speaks as it comes out from the ceiling and scans Bruce. 

“Aquaman, 06,” the automatic woman’s voice speaks as she scans Aquaman next. 

“Flash, 04,” the voice continues as she scans Flash. 

“Green arrow, 08,” she continues on again. 

“Martian manhunter, 07,” the voice calls out. 

“Red Tornado, 16,” the voice finishes off and there’s a hiss as the doors slide open. 

“That’s it?!” Speedy suddenly yells out, making me jump before he walks over to them. 

“You promised us a real look inside. Not a glorified backstage pass,” Roy angrily tells them as he crosses his arms. 

“It’s a first step. You’ve been granted access few others get,” Aquaman speaks up and we all watch as Roy gets even angrier.

“Oh, really? Who cares which side of the glass we’re on?” Roy asks as he throws his hand up to point to the window above where press and civilians can look in. 

“Roy, you just need to be patient,” Green Arrow tells him as he steps up from where he previously was. 

“What I need is respect,” Roy argues before turning back to us. 

“They’re treating us like kids. Worse, like sidekicks. We deserve better than this,” he tells us and pauses as he waits for us to agree. 

I look at Dick and he looks at me before looking at Wally, who looks at Dick, then at me before we all turn to look at Kaldur. It’s like for a moment we all try to decide if he’s right or not, but we just stay quiet as we look back at him. 

“You're kidding, right? You’re playing their game? Why? Today was supposed to be the day. Step one of becoming full fledged members of the league,” Roy angrily asks us and again we all look between one another. 

“Well, sure, but I thought step one was a tour of the HQ,” Wally says what we’re all thinking as he looks at all of us before looking at Roy again and sitting up. 

“Except the hall isn’t the league’s real HQ. I bet they never told you, it’s just a false front for tourists and a pit stop for catching zata-beam teleporter tubes to the real thing, an orbiting satellite called the watchtower,” Roy explains to us and all of our eyes widen as Green Arrow turns to look at Bruce. 

“I know. I know, but I thought maybe we could make an exception,” Green Arrow explains with a shrug as Bruce gives him a silent stare. 

“Or not…” Green Arrow says when nobody gives him an answer before turning back around to us. 

“You are not helping your case here, son. Stand down or-” Aquaman starts as he walks forward to be closer to Roy. 

“Or what? You’ll send me to my room?” Roy cuts him off. “And I’m not your son. I’m not even his. I thought I was his partner, but not anymore.” Roy takes his hat off and throws it to the ground. 

We all watch with wide eyes as he turns around and starts to walk away from the league members. He heads towards the door, but slows down just a bit as he gets to us. 

“Guess they’re right about you four. Didn’t expect it from you, Jay…” he tells us as he walks past us and we all quickly stand up. 

My eyes start to water as one of my many brother figures walks past me. He continues to walk and we all just watch, not knowing what to say. 

“You're not ready…” he adds as he keeps his back turned to us. 

My eyes continue to water as I watch him walk away from us. It’s only a moment later when I feel a hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of the trance I don’t even realize I’m in. Roy finally fully walks out and it’s quiet for a minute before the sound of an incoming transmission can be heard, making us all turn to the screen. 

“Superman to Justice League, there’s been an explosion at project Cadmus. It’s on fire,” Superman explains when he pops up on the screen and the rest of the League walk over to the screen. 

“I’ve had my suspicions about Cadmus. This may present the perfect opportunity to-” Bruce starts, but gets cut off as another transmission comes in. 

“Zatara to Justice League, the sorcerer, Wotan is using the amulet of Attan to block out the sun. Requesting full League response,” Zatara says as he pops up on the screen. 

“Superman?” Bruce questions as he looks at Superman. 

“It’s a small fire. Local authorities have it under control,” Superman replies in a matter of fact tone. 

“Then Cadmus can wait,” Bruce agrees with Superman. 

“All Leaguers rendezvous at Zatara’s coordinates. Batman out,” Bruce tells them all as he pushes a button that lets the rest of the league in on the plan. 

We all walk over to them just as he signs off and he turns around. He comes closer as all the other heroes start to head out.  

“Stay put,” he commands and I cross my arms. 

“What? Why?” Dick throws up his hands in confusion. 

“This is a league mission,” Aquaman tells us as he puts his hands on his hips. 

“You’re not trained,” Flash explains as he too puts his hands on his hips. 

“Since when?” Wally asks, throwing his hands up as well. 

“I meant you're not trained to work as part of this team,” Flash explains as he steps out from behind Bruce and motions to the other heroes. 

“There will be other missions, when you’re ready,” Aquaman promises and we roll our eyes. 

“But for now, stay put,” Bruce finishes off as he looks at me and Dick with a stern look we both know too well. 

They walk off and Wally crosses his arms as we watch. I still have my arms crossed too and an angry scowl on my face. 

“Glad you didn’t bring you know who?” Green Arrow asks Martian Manhunter.

“Indeed,” Martian Manhunter replies before they too start to walk off. 

They all walk through the door and Red Tornado stands just in front of the door, looking at us. After all the other heroes are fully through the door, he turns and follows them. The door closes behind him leaving us with the ‘Justice League members only’ sign. 

“Uh, when we’re ready? How are we ever supposed to be ready when they treat us like, like sidekicks?” Wally asks angrily, throwing his hands up as he moves to look at the rest of us. 

“My mentor, my king, I thought he trusted me,” Kaldur speaks in a solemn tone. 

“Trust? They don’t even trust us with the basics. They’ve got a secret HQ in space,” Wally exclaims as he motions upwards. 

“What else aren’t they telling us?” Kaldur questions and Dick sighs. 

“I have a better question. Why didn’t we leave with Speedy?” Dick asks and my eyes only water more at the mention of him as the others look down in shame. 

“Jay. You ok? You haven’t spoken much,” Dick observes as he looks at me. 

“No. Speedy really hit a sore spot. You know how close we are with our anger issues… I mean him more than me, but ya know,” I mutter out and Dick sighs before pulling me into his side. 

“I do know. I do,” Dick whispers to me and I cuddle into his side. 

It stays quiet for a moment as we all feel the shame and pain. I straighten up as Kaldur seems to get an idea and he takes a moment to think it over. 

“What is… project Cadmus?” Kaldur asks and Dick looks up at him. 

“I don’t know, but I can find out,” Dick replies and I look at him as we both smirk. 

Y/n’s Pov:

Together Dick and I walk over to the big computer on the wall. Dick starts to do exactly what we were taught since we were eight: hacking. He quickly hacks into the computer and while he looks for any answers, Kaldur walks up with Wally. 

Kaldur stops on Dick’s left and Wally stops on my right. Dick tries the first time and gets ‘access denied’ from the female computerized voice we all know so well. Dick just chuckles and tries again. 

“Wanna bet?” he asks before trying again. 

“Whoa! How are you doing that?” Wally asks and I giggle. 

“Same system as the Batcave,” Dick replies in a cocky sing-songy tone, making me giggle again. 

“Not to mention we’ve learned how to hack since we were eight, Wall,” I tell him and his eyes widen as he looks at me. 

“Wait? Really?” he asks and we nod. 

Dick types for another second before hitting one last button. The screen then changes from ‘access denied’ to ‘access granted’ and the files start to open as the female computerized voice speaks again. 

“See. We know what we’re doing,” I tell Wally with a smirk as his mouth falls open. 

“Walls, close the mouth. You're going to catch flies,” I tell him, making both Kaldur and Dick chuckle when Wally crosses his arms. 

“Mean…” Wally mutters and I giggle. 

“Alright project Cadmus, genetics lab here in DC. That’s all there is, but if Batman’s suspicious maybe we should investigate,” Dick explains with a smirk as he puts his hands on his hips. 

“We really should. Bats always is right whenever he’s suspicious about something,” I add with a nod of my head. 

“Solve their case before they do. It would be poetic justice,” Kaldur comments as he tilts his head ever so slightly to his right. 

“Hey. They’re all about justice,” Dick adds with a chuckle and Kaldur sighs. 

“But they said stay put,” Kaldur points out, looking away in shame for a moment. 

“For the blotting-out-the-sun mission, not this,” Dick excuses with a smirk and I smirk with him. 

“Wait. A—are you two going to Cadmus?” Wally asks, making me and Dick turn to him. 

“Because if you two are going, I’m going,” Wally adds on as he points to us before motioning to himself with both hands. 

We then turn to Kaldur and smile at him. He takes a moment to think about it as he looks at us. 

“Just like that, we’re a team on a mission?” Kaldur asks and we all grin at him even wider. 

“We didn’t come for a play date,” Dick tells him and Kaldur smirks. 

“Let’s go then,” Kaldur agrees, making the rest of us cheer. 

~Time Skip~ 

When we approach the scene, Dick and I arrive on my motorcycle as Wally runs up next to us. Kaldur also comes walking up next to us. 

“Man, I miss my motorcycle,” Dick complains as we both take off our helmets and I giggle. 

“Then tell Bats you wanna take the test again and get your license back,” I tell him as I shove him lightly and he shakes his head. 

“Definitely doing that when we get home,” Dick replies and I playfully put a hand to my chest, giving a light gasp. 

“Are you saying you don’t like riding with me?” I ask him in a playful hurt tone. 

“It’s not that, Jay. You know I love it, but it’s more that I miss the freedom and control,” he tells me and I nod in understanding. 

“I mean I’d be pretty sad without mine,” I agree with him and he smiles at me. 

“Thanks, Jay. You always understand,” he says before pulling me into a hug. 

“Can you two stop acting like a couple for two minutes?!” Wally asks before making a gag noise and I tsk before whacking him on the back of the head, making him let out a light ‘Ow’ as he rubs where I’d smacked. 

“You know we’re not a couple, Wall,” I scold him and he scoffs. 

“Yeah, right. I’ll believe it when you-” he starts but by some magic I catch onto what he’s saying and glare at him. 

“You know what, never mind,” he chuckles out nervously as I keep my glare on him. 

“Woah, Jay, don’t kill him with the glare,” Dick comments as he stands in front of me. 

“I wish you’d let me…” I tell him with my teeth clenched. 

“No, you don’t. You love KF,” he tells me with a shake of his head and I huff. 

“Love is a strong word sometimes,” I say with a roll of my eyes. 

“Love you too, Jay,” Wally jokes with a nervous chuckle and I shake my head at him. 

“We need a plan,” Kaldur says, interrupting us as he looks over the situation. 

“Help!” We hear a man yell from inside the building. 

“Get us down!” Another yells as they wave at the firemen. 

“Stay put. We will get you out,” the chief firefighter tells them through a megaphone. 

Just as he finishes his sentence, an explosion goes off. The two men go flying out of the window and they fall to the concrete. Wally smirks with confidence before putting his goggles on and racing off. 

He runs over and up the building, catching the two men and carefully placing them on the roof before almost falling backwards. He catches himself on a window and hangs there for a moment. 

“It’s what’s his name, Flash boy,” one of the firefighters yells out as he points up at Wally.

“Kid Flash. Why is that so hard?” Wally shouts as he continues to hold onto the window. 

“So smooth…” Dick jokes and I giggle. 

“I mean, he really is,” I joke with him and he chuckles. 

“Does he always have to run ahead? We need a plan. We-” Kaldur asks before trailing off as he looks past me. 

“Robin? Where’d he go?” Kaldur asks me and I shrug, shaking my head. 

“Rob always disa—” I start, but get cut off by one of Dick’s famous laughs. 

Together Kaldur and I watch as Dick gets up onto the fire truck and runs up the ladder. He then uses his grappling gun and swings into the building. He then helps Wally up and into the building as well. 

“That’s infuriating. Does Robin always do that?” Kaldur asks me and I nod. 

“It really is, isn’t it? But yeah, he does. Don’t worry, Bats and I are working with him on that,” I tell him and he nods as he turns back to watch. 

“You comin’, Jay?!” Dick shouts and I giggle before running the same route as Dick. 

Once I’m on the windowsill, Dick comes over and gives me a hand. I smile and take his hand as I hop down into the room with them. 

“I’m going to start hacking the computers. Jay, wanna help?” Dick asks and I shake my head. 

“Nah, I’ll watch your six,” I tell him and he agrees with a nod. 

“I’ll take a few laps around the building to see what I can find,” Wally tells us as Dick finds a computer and I watch his surroundings. 

“Appreciate the help,” Kaldur tells us as he lands in the room and puts his water bearers on his back. 

“You handled it. Besides, we're here to investigate. Poetic justice, remember?” Dick asks, shrugging as he continues to type on the computer. 

Kaldur looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrug before looking around. Kaldur walks out of the room as Dick keeps typing away and I keep watch over Dick’s back. I turn around just as Dick seems to be finishing up. 

“Done yet, Wonderboy?” I ask him and he shrugs. 

“Just about, miss impatient,” Dick replies as he keeps typing and I giggle, shaking my head. 

“Ok. Done!” Dick exclaims as he pulls his drive from the computer. “Let’s go,” he tells me and I nod as we both rush out of the room. 

“Elevators should be locked down,” Wally observes as me and Dick rush past him. 

“This is wrong,” Dick comments as he pulls his holographic computer up on his arm. 

“Is this what I think it is, Rob?” I ask him and he hums, nodding. 

“Thought so. This is a high speed express elevator,” Dick explains and I nod along. 

“It definitely doesn’t belong in a two-story building,” I reply and he hums in agreement as he continues to look at his holo computer. 

“Neither does what I saw,” Kaldur comments before he walks over to the elevator and pries the doors open. 

“And that’s why they need an express elevator,” Dick observes as we look down the long elevator shaft. 

He then grabs me and pulls me with him as he takes a jump. He holds out his grappling gun and shoots it so we go propelling down. 

“I have my own grappling gun, I could have done it myself,” I express and he shakes his head as he lets out one of his famous laughs. 

“This way is more fun though,” he replies and I roll my eyes, letting out a laugh as well. 

“Ok. Whatever you say,” I agree with him and he grins at me. 

As we get farther down, I look up to see Kaldur and Wally sliding down the wire after us. We rush past each floor before coming to a slow stop on level 26. 

“We’re at the end of my rope,” Dick comments as we hang there for a moment. 

“We really are…” I suggest and he chuckles, shaking his head before swinging us to the side of the shaft. 

“That was so wrong!” Wally shouts as he comes down the rope after Kaldur. 

“What! You know me! When I see an opportunity, I take it,” I admit and he makes a gagging sound. 

“You only make those sounds because any kind of love is gross for you,” I point out and he scoffs as I cross my arms. 

“Yeah, because I don’t need someone to make me happy. I do that on my own,” he fights back and I let out a huff of air. 

“Ok. Ok. You two, stop it. We don’t have time for arguments,” Dick tells both of us and I sigh, uncrossing my arms. 

“You're right. I’m sorry, KF,” I apologize and Wally softly smiles. 

“It’s ok, Jay. I’m sorry too. You're only being you,” he apologizes too and I smile. 

“Ok. Now that that’s over with,” Dick comments as he plops down and pulls his holo computer back up. 

“Bypassing security…” he explains as he types and it takes him a moment. 

“There. Go,” he tells us just as all the robin faces on his screen turn green with a beep. 

“Dude, is your face really your load bar?” Wally asks in amusement and Dick nods. 

“Hey. It’s not that weird. Jay’s is her face!” Dick tells him and Wally breaks out into a huge grin. 

“That’s cheesy, dude,” Wally says and I groan. 

“It’s just the right amount of cheese though,” Dick replies, wiggling his eyebrows and I snort as I hold back a giggle.  

“I mean, he’s not wrong,” I tell Wally with a smirk and he shakes his head. 

“Ok. That is enough. We are here for a mission. Not to joke around,” Kaldur tells us before he steps up to the elevator doors. 

Kaldur pries the second set of elevator doors open and we walk through. After crossing the threshold, we all stop and look around. 

“Welcome to project Cadmus,” Dick introduces like he would if we were meeting someone. 

Wally takes off running and Kaldur quickly turns to reach out like he’ll stop him. 

“Kid, wait!” Kaldur quietly exclaims, but Wally doesn’t listen and keeps going. 

Wally skids just as he’s about to turn the corner and stumbles right into some giant dog-looking animals. He comes to a sliding stop and one of the dog-like creatures almost steps on him, but he rolls out of the way just in time. A whole bunch of them walk past as if in a trance, not even really noticing us. 

Wally quickly zooms back next to us and we all watch as the creatures all walk past us. The one in the front growls and it seems that there’s a smaller matching creature on its head. 

“No. Nothing odd going on here,” Kaldur sarcastically comments as we continue to watch more pass us by. 

“Let's keep going…” Dick decides just as all the dog-like creatures pass us by. 

“I’m game,” Wally agrees with him and Dick looks at me. 

“If you’re going, you know I am,” I say with a nod. 

“Ok. Let’s go to that door,” Dick points at it and we all nod before walking over. “Give me a minute to hack it,” he tells us as he pulls up his computer again. 

“Why are you doing all the hacking if Jay knows how to hack too?” Wally asks and I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth as Dick laughs. 

“Ask her,” Dick tells him through his laughs as I glare at him. 

“Why is he doing all the hacking?” Wally asks as he looks at me. 

“I may or may not have broken my holo pad computer yesterday…” I mumble and Dick chuckles.

“And how did you do that, hmm?” Dick asks in a playful tone that makes me glare at him again. 

“I fell out of my bed with it…” I mumble as quietly as I can. 

“Almost got it…” Dick tells us as he keeps typing. 

“How’d you fall outta bed with it?” Wally asks and I sigh, shaking my head. 

“Does it really matter?” I ask with a roll of my eyes. 

“Yes,” Kaldur and Wally say in unison. 

“Fine… I was watching my favorite movie on it, because I didn’t wanna move from my bed to go watch in the den… and then boom! Someone decides it’d be funny to scare me…” I tell them as I side eye Dick and he smirks cockily. 

“I’m not 100% the best when I get scared when I’m just relaxing. When I’m home, I let all my guards down, and Dick saw an opportunity and took it. He scared me, made me jump and I fell off my bed, breaking the arm band…” I explain and Kaldur raises an eyebrow at me. 

“So it really wasn’t your fault then?” he asks and I sigh, shaking my head. 

“In a way, yes and no. I should’ve still had my guard up and I should’ve had my gear in my room. Bats is always telling us that,” I explain just as the doors slide open. 

“Okay, I’m officially whelmed…” Dick comments as we see what’s behind the door. 

We walk in and see what looks like more of the creatures from earlier, except these ones have electricity flowing through them. We walk farther in and inspect as we go. 

“This is how they hide this massive underground facility from the world,” Wally explains as he walks in front of us while looking around. 

“The real Cadmus isn’t on the grid. It generates its own power with these… things. Must be what they’re bred for,” Wally continues as he turns to us and points at them. 

“Even the name is a clue. The Cadmus of myth created a new race by sowing dragon’s teeth into the earth,” Kaldur takes over explaining his thoughts. 

“And this Cadmus creates new life too,” Dick adds on as he walks up next to Kaldur. 

“Let’s figure out why,” Dick decides before going over to the computer and connecting his holo computer to it. 

“So if you still had yours, what’d you call it?” Wally asks as he looks at me. 

“Holo pad computer,” I inform him and he nods. 

“So if you had that, you could hack things too? I’ve been on missions with you. I’ve only ever seen Rob hack,” Wally states and I giggle while Dick laughs too. 

“Oh, I’ve done it. You just haven’t seen it. Also when we’re all together, Rob prefers to do the hacking and I prefer to watch his back. He’s just a little more advanced than I am,” I inform Wally, who nods along. 

“But to answer your question, yes KF, I can. When my new holo pad comes in, I’ll show you by hacking your phone,” I joke and he crosses his arms. 

“You better not hack my phone. That’s a violation of privacy…” Wally replies with an attitude and I giggle. 

“I’m joking KF, I’d only do that to Rob…” I joke again and Dick quickly turns to me. 

“Tell me you don’t do that,” he deadpans and I slowly grin. 

“I don’t know, you tell me. Do I?” I ask with a smirk and he groans. 

“Don’t do that! I thought you were serious,” he tells me before he goes back to the computer. 

“Do you have something you're trying to hide? I thought we told each other everything?” I ask him in a sickly sweet tone and he quickly shakes his head. 

“No. I do tell you everything, but ya know, sometimes there may be some surprises I keep from you,” he explains and I grin. 

“So you are hiding something,” I say while smiling at him. 

“No, I’m not. Plus, you’d know if I was… you always figure it out if I do try to anyway,” he explains with a shrug and I giggle. 

“Ok. Whatever you say, Wonderboy,” I continue to joke with him and he shakes his head. 

“Ok. So they call them Genomophs,” Dick explains as he finally finds what he’s looking for. 

“Whoa, look at the stats on these things. Super strength, telepathy, razor claws. These are living weapons,” Dick continues to read them off as I read over his shoulder. 

“They’re engineering an army, but for who?” Wally asks as he too reads from over Dick’s side. 

“Wait. There’s something else. Project Kr,” Dick explains as he finds more and Kaldur comes up beside me to look over it too. 

“Ugh, the file’s triple-encrypted. I can’t-” Dick starts to say, but gets cut off with a voice.

“Don’t move!” we hear someone yell, making us all turn to look at the doors as they open. 

A man runs in with a bunch of the dog-like animals and comes to a stop. Two or three of the creatures growl and sneer at us. 

“Wait. Robin, Blue Jay, Aqualad, Kid Flash?” The man questions when he recognizes us.

“At least he got your name right,” Dick snickers at Wally as he turns back to his holo computer. 

“Yeah. He coulda called you flash boy like that other guy did,” I agree with Dick, who laughs while I giggle when Wally sneers at us. 

“I know you. Guardian, a hero,” Kaldur tells the man. 

“I do my best,” the man replies in a nonchalant way. 

“Then what are you doing here?” Wally asks him as we all stand around Dick as protection. 

“I’m chief of security. You’re trespassing. But we can call the league, figure this out,” he explains in a gruff tone and I shrink back a bit. 

“You think the league’s gonna approve of you breeding weapons?” Wally accuses him and he looks shocked for a moment. 

“Weapons? What are you…” Guardian asks in confusion before the creature on his shoulder turns to him as its horns light up. 

“What have I…” Guardian asks before trailing off. “Ugh, my head…” Guardian mumbles out as he holds his head. 

“Take them down hard. No mercy,” he suddenly demands as he points at us and the creatures growl as they launch at us. 

“Jay. Come on,” Dick tells me as he grabs me like he had in the elevator shaft and shoots his grappling gun. 

Wally and Kaldur stay on the ground fighting as me and Dick get up into the rafters. He starts to run out and I roll my eyes before following after him. He quickly jumps down and heads for the door with me right behind him. 

“What are we doing?!” I ask him as we run. 

“Finding the elevator!” Dick tells me as he takes a sharp right and I follow him.

We come up to the elevator and he pulls his holo pad back out as he crouches down. He types and I keep a watch over the hallway as Wally quickly comes around the corner. 

“Way to be team players, you two!” Wally shouts as he comes to a stop next to us and Kaldur stays at the end of the hall. 

“Weren’t you guys behind us?” Dick asks nonchalantly with a small shrug as he continues to type. 

“Hey. I didn’t have a choice, he pulled me with him,” I argue just as the doors open. 

We get in and Kaldur quickly rushes through the hall to us. He gets into the elevator as the creatures come racing around the corner. He flips and lands into the elevator just as the doors close. 

There’s a bang at the doors as we all stand up and we look up at the flashing numbers. The numbers count down one by one. 

“We’re headed down?” Kaldur asks in an astonished tone. 

“Dude. Out is up,” Wally agrees with Kaldur as he points up and he looks at me, making me shrug at him. 

“I know just about as much as you do,” I tell him as I hold my hands up in surrender and Wally looks back at Dick with an expectant look, who then turns to him. 

“Excuse me? Project Kr. It’s down on sub-level 52,” Dick explains his plan matter-of-factly, making me cover up a giggle. 

“This is out of control, perhaps…” Kaldur disappointedly comments as he puts a hand to his forehead and walks past us before trailing off. 

“Perhaps we should contact the league,” Kaldur finishes as he turns back to us. 

We all stay silent, not wanting to agree with him for a moment before the elevator dings. The doors open and we all step up, ready to exit as they do. We all look out into what seems to be a cave of red for a moment before Dick rushes off. 

I sigh, shaking my head before rolling my eyes. I look at Kaldur and Wally, who give me questioning looks. I shrug as nonchalantly as I can before rushing off to follow Dick. 

“We are already here,” I hear Wally tell Kaldur before he follows us. 

Together we all catch up with one another and crouch down, stopping to see two different hallways. Dick seems to be analyzing something for a moment. 

“Which way?” Kaldur reluctantly asks with a roll of his eyes. 

“Yeah… bizarre looking hallway one?” Dick says he points to hallway one. 

“Or bizarre hallway number two?” I finish off for him and he turns, smirking at me and I smirk back. 

“Halt!” A voice says out of nowhere as a creature walks out. 

He lifts his arm and his horns on top of his head start to glow. Two canister-like things fly at us and dick quickly makes me duck as one almost hits us in the head. Dick quickly bounces back up as the canisters explode and throws two Wing Dings at the creature's head. 

The creature's horns glow again and the Wing Dings stop just short of his face before dropping to the ground. The creature then lifts two more canisters and Dick grabs my arm as we run down the opposite hallway with the canisters exploding right behind us. 

Wally runs faster than us and goes ahead of the group. We run in right behind him to see a doctor on the floor as Wally lifts one of the canisters and throws it between the door and wall to stop it from closing. 

“Hurry!” Wally shouts as he turns back to us and waves frantically. 

He goes into the door first, then Aqualad follows him in with me following behind him and Dick right behind me. Aqualad quickly runs back over and kicks the canister out of the doorway as Dick starts trying to hack into it. 

“I disabled the door. We’re safe,” Dick promises as he pulls back from the hacking to look at Aqualad. 

“We’re trapped,” Aqualad points out and I scoff. 

“No. Safe. As Dick said…” I speak out and Dick smirks when Aqualad sighs while shaking his head. 

“Uh, guys. You’ll wanna see this,” Wally speaks up instantaneously, stopping the starting fight as we all turn to him. 

We all walk over as Wally presses a button and lights come on. Dick lets out a small ‘whoa’ as the case in front of us lights up, perfectly showing what looks like Superman. 

“Big K, little R,” Wally comments as he walks closer the the case. 

“The atomic symbol for Krypton!” Wally continues explaining what he’s seeing. 

“Clone?” he asks as he turns around to look at us. 

“Robin… hack,” Aqualad commands as he turns to me and Dick. 

“Uh, right, right,” Dick agrees as he comes out of his shock. 

He pulls his connection cord out and connects it to the computer in front of us. He types for a minute and he groans when it won’t open. 

“Rob… you skipped a part,” I tell him and he shakes his head. 

“Where would I be without you, Jay?” he asks, leaning over to give my cheek a light kiss and I shrug lightly before he tries the hack again. 

“Still trying to hack into whatever’s on this computer,” I joke and Dick rolls his eyes giving a small ‘haha’ in response. 

This time he bypasses it and Wally gives me a look. I shrug and he shakes his head. 

“You two really are made for each other, aren’t you?” Wally asks with a snicker and I shake my head. 

“I’m more meant for him then I'll ever be for you,” I joke with Wally about when we had met and he groans. 

“I can’t help it. When I see a cute girl, I just have to shoot my shot, ok?!” Wally protests and I laugh as he crosses his arms with a pout. 

“So that means flirting with every moving thing you see?” I ask, adding insult to injury and he huffs, shaking his head. 

“Ouch. She’s got you there, KF,” Dick agrees with a laugh when Wally huffs again. 

“I only flirt with the pretty moving things,” Wally states with attitude and I giggle, shaking my head. 

“Only you, KF. Only you,” I comment with a laugh and he only huffs again as he tightens his crossed arms. 

“Weapon designation superboy. A clone force grown in…” Dick reads off the monitor, but pauses and I read over his shoulder. 

“Sixteen weeks?!” I shout out in shock with wide eyes. 

“From DNA acquired from Superman,” Dick continues to read after me. 

“Stolen from Superman,” Aqualad adds on, in a voice full of venom. 

“No way the big guy knows about this,” Wally says and I nod my head in agreement. 

“Solar suit allows him to absorb yellow sun radiation 24/7,” Dick reads off more information the more as he finds. 

“And these creatures?” Aqualad starts to question as he points at the screen. 

“Genomorph Gnomes…” Dick fills in for Aqualad as we all read over the information now. 

“Telepathic, force-feeding him an education,” Dick explains even more information. 

“And we can guess what else. They’re making a slave out of… well, Superman’s son,” Wally points out and I frown as I look up at him. 

“Poor guy. He’s probably never been outside this case,” I sympathize and the others frown as we look up at him. 

“Now we contact the league,” Aqualad tells us before he presses his belt buckle button. 

“No signal,” Dick comments when Aqualad looks confused as to why it’s just silence though the com. 

“We’re in too deep… literally,” Wally states and I roll my eyes. 

“You’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?” I ask him with an unamused look and he smirks. 

“What can I say? I’m full of good puns,” Wally says with a shrug and I chuckle. 

“Good puns, my ass,” I joke with a roll of my eyes and Dick lets out his own laugh. 

“You are not on her good side today, buddy,” Dick chuckles out and Wally frowns. 

“What did I do?! I didn’t do anything to her today!” he exclaims and Dick shrugs. 

“I don’t know, but whatever it was made her upset,” Dick replies before laughing again when Wally throws his hands in the air. 

“This is wrong…” Wally comments as he turns back to the case. 

“We can’t leave him like this,” Dick comments and Kaldur takes a moment to think it over. 

“They’re right, K. We have to help him,” I comment and Kaldur eventually nods. 

“Set him free…” Kaldur demands and Dick gives him a skeptical look. 

“Do it,” Kaldur finally adds on and Dick finally brings up his holo computer before starting to hack in. 

It takes Dick less than a second to type into it before the case starts to open. It slides open with a hiss and steam comes from the sides as we all watch. The case fully opens and we all wait with bated breath before the clone is squeezing his knuckles together, making a fist. 

It stays quiet for a moment, but the creatures above the clone horns glow and there’s a light buzz. Soon I jump slightly into Dick's side as the clone's eyes fly open and he stares at us. Dick reaches out and helps me fix my stance before it’s thrown off again when the clone launches himself at us. 

He knocks me out of the way, making me push Dick down with me, but he catches me with a small huff. Quickly we all scramble back up only to see the clone sitting on top of Aqualad, throwing punch after punch to his face. 

“We have to stop him!” I shout as I jump into action and run over with the others right behind me. 

“Whoa! Hang on, Supey!” Wally yells out as he grips onto one of the clone's arms. 

“We’re on your side,” Dick also tries to tell him as he holds his other arm back. 

I jump on his back and try to pull him off by the neck, but he throws Wally, who goes flying back into the glass. He then pulls me off and throws me to the left. 

“Blue Jay!” Dick yells out as he takes a moment from struggling with the clone. 

“I’m fine, Rob,” I groan as I roll onto my side and he nods lightly. 

“I don’t wanna do this,” Dick shouts before he activates one of the many gas bombs we carry before shoving it into the clone’s face. 

Dick pushes off of him as he goes crazy when the gas explodes in his face. Aqualad takes the chance and kicks the clone, making him fly back into the computer panel. Dick runs over to me and quickly helps me up before shooting out his taser just as the clone recovers, standing back up. 

Dick hits him right in the chest with the taser, but it doesn’t seem to phase him at all. The clone then pulls at the taser lines and pulls Dick over to him. I get mad and rush over to try and help Dick, but the clone just flicks me away again, making me hit the wall. 

I groan and roll over only to watch as he puts his foot on Dick’s chest so he can’t get up. He starts to push down with his foot and Dick groans. I try to get up, but my side screams at me to stop.

It’s only a moment later when there’s a bright light and I pause when I see Kaldur rushing forward with his water bearers. 

“Enough!” Kaldur yells out as his water bearers turn into a big hammer and he knocks the clone off of Dick. 

The clone goes flying back and hits the back of the case we’d found him in, leaving a big dent. Dick pulls himself up onto his knees and Kaldur puts his water bearers away before going over to help Dick. I roll onto my back and let out a sigh, but even that feels painful. 

“Not me… check on Blue Jay…” I hear Dick speak and I groan lightly. 

“I’m ok, Rob,” I assure him and Dick tries to get up before ultimately falling back to the floor himself. 

I look down to see a piece of glass in my side. Then I realized that I had rolled through the glass Wally broke previously. I groan and carefully pull the piece of glass from my side before trying to get up, but ultimately fall back to the floor. 

The clone gets up and I watch as Kaldur stands up. He shields Dick as he stands up and holds a hand out to the clone. The clone stops maybe about a foot from Kaldur. 

“We are trying to help you!” Kaldur shouts out and the clone doesn’t seem to like it as he lunges forward at him. 

They fight back and forth for a few minutes. Kaldur even tries to electrocute him again with his water bearers, but again it doesn’t seem to phase him. He leaps and slams Kaldur into the roof. When Kaldur still doesn’t stop, he slams him into the roof again and that’s when my vision starts to blur. 

I groan and try to lift myself back up to stop him, but my vision goes almost completely black as I fall to the floor. The black edges around my vision slowly take over and I find myself succumbing to the darkness.

To Be Continued… 

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Empty Nested

Rowaelin Month day 9: Single Parent AU

Long story short, life happened and I won’t be able to keep up with my original plan of posting for every prompt. However, I managed to finish this WIP and here it is! It’s 11:48 pm where I live so I guess it still counts as day 9 lol I hope you like it!!

Warnings: language, NSFW

Word count: 3,1k

Edit: This fic ended up becoming a whole thing so here’s a masterlist

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To-do list

Read gardening book

Improve garden

Master’s degree pros and cons list

Find out which liquor bottles Maisie drank in secret and watered down

Enroll in Old Language classes

Rowan sighed. He was sat on his porch, trying to figure out what to do on the third weekend without Maisie driving him insane. His life’s purpose revolved around his only daughter for the last eighteen years, and now that he just dropped her off at college, he felt lonely. Mostly bored.

Coming home to an empty house felt hollow enough, the real tears about her moving only came when he arrived and saw her bike sitting on the porch. Three weeks later, he hadn’t moved it. Instead, he was gazing at it as he scrambled his mind for something to do.

Some movement on the street caught his attention, and Rowan noticed two men in an uniform carrying a massive piano inside Aelin Galathynius’s house. As tamed as he was, it was impossible not to notice how beautifully her golden hair shined below the midday sun, or how little that pale blue dress did to hide the curves underneath. Something like that would drive Rowan insane when she first moved into their street, but now he was a lot more used to his drop dead gorgeous neighbor. When Rowan realized what he was doing, he focused his gaze on her garden’s Kingsflower and swallowed. That woman raised Maisie’s best friend. She deserved more than a creepy old neighbor.

“Need any help?” Rowan asked as he got closer to the home.

Aelin turned around and smiled brightly at him. “Not really, but come on in!” And gestured for him to come inside. Good. If she gave Rowan a task to do, it meant he had one less thing to add to his to-do list.

He and Aelin were in that weird parent limbo where they’re not exactly friends, but they’ve been chatting here and there for years because their kids are close.

“How’s Finn?” he asked after the piano matter was settled, while she made coffee for them.

She sighed affectionately. “He’s in love with college and everything is amazing, you know how the freshman year goes. It’s so cute. And he’s there with his girlfriend, so he’s loving it.”

“Yeah, same for Maisie.” He chuckled. “Except for the relationship part. She’s merciless with her girls.”

“And you have no idea where she got that from?” Aelin teased.

His eyes went wide. “I really don’t. I spent years telling her to avoid the ladies’ man type, but apparently she misunderstood the lessons and ended up becoming one.”

Aelin cackled, but sighed again after. “God, I really miss those troublemakers.”

He sent her a watery smile. “Me too. I’ve been trying to get busy, but apparently that’s not a problem for you?”

“I used to play it everyday before Finn was born.”

Rowan looked between Aelin and her new piano, astounded. “You knew how to play that beast at sixteen?”

Grinning, she nodded. “I even used to teach it for extra money before having a full-time job.”

He just blinked, amazed. “Sometimes I forget not every teenager is a dipshit. I have absolutely no useful hobbies to revive.” In fact, Maisie was who made him learn real responsibility. Caring for a newborn in college without the mother was no joke.

“I’m sure this isn’t the case.”

With a raised eyebrow, he challenged, “Unless you call partying a hobby.”

Aelin went still, her eyes wide. “I have a boat party later today, you should come!”

“What?” he screeched.

“Come on!”

Rowan blinked, thinking hard on it. “I’m not sure.” He never left the house on the weekends because, as independent as Maisie tried to be, she always got in trouble at parties, so Rowan liked to be available for her.

“It’s my friend’s birthday, it’ll be fun.”

Well, as alarming as the thought was, Rowan couldn’t be physically there for his little girl. And he didn’t need to think about the to-do list if he wasn’t at home. Reluctantly, he finally answered, “Okay. You sure your friend won’t mind?”

Aelin grinned wickedly. “When you meet Fenrys, you’ll be sure of it.”

~~

Rowan endured two chapters of his new gardening book before readying himself early for the party. When it was finally time, to reach Aelin, he crossed the street to find his neighbor wearing gentle waves on her hair and a pleased grin.

She was wearing a golden, metallic dress that was... flattering. Maybe way too flattering. It had a V-neckline that made Rowan’s eyes go too south before he snapped it back up, flushing, to meet Aelin’s smirking face.

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed while he scrambled his mind for something respectful to say that would do her justice, but his flustered face seemed to be response enough by her ever-growing grin.

“We should catch an uber. I’m making us drink tonight,” she said, putting him out of his misery.

Rowan cleared his throat and nodded. “Let me.” He gave his phone to Aelin so she could type which part of the Florine River they were supposed to be at, and the ride ended up being pretty uneventful.

When Aelin invited him, Rowan was expecting a small get together at the marina. However, he found himself inside a tri-deck yatch with a DJ and a infinity pool.

Fenrys, just like Aelin predicted, didn’t mind his unadvised presence in the slightest. There was absolutely no way a singular, regular person knew all this people, but Aelin didn’t seem surprised by how packed the place was. She just greeted everyone she knew and introduced Rowan as they beelined to the nearest bar. In the meanwhile, he tried not to notice the amused glances Aelin’s friends darted between the two of them.

The bar was a little crowded, but Rowan managed to get some whiskey while she intently watched the preparation of her dessert cocktail.

“We should hit the dancefloor.”

Rowan’s body froze. “I can’t dance.”

Grinning, she answered, “Good. I can’t either.”

For the first time in years, Rowan was led to a small crowd under strobe lights. Aelin looked like a living flame with that dress, but she didn’t seem to realize it, carelessly dancing whichever pop music was playing. He tried not to embarrass himself by doing some sort of manly dance, but she wouldn’t have it.

His heartbeat picked up when Aelin put two hands on his chest and leaned closer to his face, but she just neared his ear and said, “Come on! You can do better than a straight guy dance.”

Rowan laughed brightly at this, little did she know he was just trying to not embarrass himself. He took Aelin’s arm and twirled her just before allowing his limbs to do their own thing, accompanying his dance partner’s uncoordinated moves, just letting loose on the dancefloor. And it felt good. Freeing. Their dancing must’ve looked borderline quirky from anyone looking from the outside, but he felt lighter than ever.

Feeling a little bold, he placed both hands on her hips, still swaying together. After a few minutes, she led him to the bar again, holding hands.

After sipping on the same drinks again, he mentioned to ask Aelin what she wanted to do, but her eyes were already on him. She led him out of the crowded part, and then trapped Rowan against the glass wall with her two hands. The only signs of her desire were her quick breaths and hypnotizing parted lips, so Rowan put his years-long self-control aside and placed a unsteady hand on Aelin’s nape, his thumb running her neck up and down.

He didn’t know who initiated it, but what started tentative soon became an open-mouthed, fervent kiss. Every inch of Aelin’s front was pressed against his, and she didn’t seem to mind Rowan’s greedy hands on her sides by the way she yanked his hair, leading his mouth to her neck.

Swapping places, he pressed Aelin against the wall. “Tell me you didn’t put that golden dress on purpose,” Rowan hissed on her ear, in charge of her body.

“I can’t,” she smirked.

Rowan kissed her again. Picking Aelin up, he sneaked his hands a bit under her dress, hoping his eager grip wouldn’t bruise her. In response, she pressed herself against him, her ridden-up dress allowing the friction between his bulge and her underwear’s the flimsy fabric. She was going to be the death of him.

“You’re such a cocktease.” Rowan didn’t mean to say this out loud, but he was too immersed in her to chastise himself. However, Aelin’s whole body shivered, and she arched her hips against this. Just as greedy, he decided to continue, “And you love it, don’t you? I bet you’re loving to make my blood boil right now.” She moaned, and Rowan moved one hand that was already under her dress to run his thumb against her wet underwear. He could feel Aelin’s knees buckling on his side, but he stilled. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, and at least a decade since doing it at a part. And it wasn’t just a woman, it was Aelin. Perhaps he was going too fast and—

“Please,” Aelin’s soft whimper snapped him out of his thoughts.

Well, it was hard to deny her anything with those bewitching little whimpers and flushed cheeks. Their position made it hard for anyone to notice Rowan’s hand under her dress, so he sneaked his thumb under the lacy fabric and started massaging Aelin’s clit. She cried out when he first applied pressure, but Rowan started kissing her to swallow her moans, and they soon settled into a rhythm.

For all the restrained movements he had by using one arm to carry Aelin and the other hand pleasure her, she made up by touching him everywhere. Rowan felt sly hands running across his chest, back, redirecting his face from Aelin’s mouth to her neck, making his desire grow each touch.

She gripped his shirt with impressive strength when her body went still around him, then she relaxed completely on his arms. Rowan pressed their foreheads together, both of them panting when he felt a bit smug by noticing her trademark lavender smell was now mixed with sweat.

“You alright?” he asked.

His answer was a lazy, blissful smile. “Perfect. We might need a napkin to your face, though.” Rowan leaned a little to the side to see his reflection on the glass wall and, yes, his face was smudged with Aelin’s lipstick. A lot.

After getting down from his embrace and making sure her legs were firm enough to walk in high heels again, they decided to look for anything able to clean his face—napkin, tissue, toilet paper—they couldn’t afford to be picky.

The birthday boy, was Henrys his name? was filming the whole party, and soon the blinding flashlight from his phone landed on them.

“Say cheese!” he screamed, way too cheerful to be sober.

A dark-haired version of Henrys yanked him away. “I’m cutting off your booze.” Then he turned his head towards everyone in the room and quickly yelled, “Sorry!”

Aelin chuckled, and they soon found an empty bathroom with tissues. She mentioned for him to seat on top of the toilet’s closed lid while grabbing what she needed, but then stopped.

“You know?” she started with a sultry voice, “I kinda like that look on you. And I like that I was the one to kiss you all over.”

“You like your men looking like the Joker?” Rowan teased.

She giggled, losing the seductress act for a minute. Aelin sat on his lap, rubbing a wet tissue against his neck. He instantly held her hips and pulled her closer, baring her thighs on the way. Aelin took it as a cue and started rubbing herself against his bulge, and in this position Rowan was free to cup her breasts. One hand was gripping her hair, helping him lead the kiss, and the other holding Aelin’s breast as his thumb flicked a nipple through the dress. They were in a frenzy, giving and taking pleasure however they could, when Rowan heard a hissing sound. Aelin unzipping her dress.

Deciding to gently stop her, he managed to cup her hand somewhere between her hand and her hips.

Breaking the kiss, Aelin leaned away from him a little. “Did I do something wrong?”

Why in hell would she think that? Putting a strand of golden hair behind her ear, he whispered, “Of course not.”

She arched an eyebrow. “So...”

Even if he was turned on like he haven’t been in years, it didn’t feel right. 18-year-old Rowan wouldn’t think twice before fucking a long-time crush in a party bathroom. 38-year-old Rowan? Not so much. Not only because he wanted to do right by Aelin, but also because adulthood back pains were no joke. Even with daily exercises, the only counter he allowed himself to bend over was his own, to cook dinner.

“I have better plans,” he said in a playful voice, trying to not upset her.

Aelin crossed her arms. “I highly doubt that.”

“We go back to the party and finish the night with our clothes on—“

“How is that better?”

He chuckled and kissed her adorable pout. “Then I’ll show up in your porch tomorrow and ask you on a date, and I’m pretty sure you’ll say yes because I’ll bribe you with chocolate. After I buy you dinner, if you feel like it, I’ll take you somewhere and ravish you whole until the morning because we have no kids to gross out with our love lives”

Aelin wrapped both arms around Rowan’s neck, sending him a sly smile. “I really like your plans…” He raised an eyebrow, knowing she wasn’t finished. “But the ravishing me whole part only appears once, and at the end.”

Grinning at her, he teased, “So you want the old man, but not the old-fashioned manners?”

That was enough to make her crack up. “You’re four years older! There’s barely an age gap.”

“Aelin, you have a TikTok account.”

“And?” she cried out.

“You’re young.”

She cackled and got herself up, pulling him too. “Come on, old man, I’m hungry.”

There wasn’t a proper table, but they managed to find a seat near the catering and snatch some food. Aelin was sat on his lap, eagerly eating some pan-fried trout he convinced her to try after a lot of pouting and grimacing. Before she could force him to eat chocolate, Rowan’s phone pinged once. And again. When he saw it was Maisie, he unlocked the phone and briefly apologized to Aelin—who didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, too focused on her fish.

Mais: DAD

His daughter sent him a picture of him walking side by side with Aelin, one hand on her waist. It was a little blurred, probably a screenshot from a video, but it was clear Rowan’s face and neck had some smudged lipstick on, his eyes were sparkling, and he just now noticed that he hadn’t felt lighthearted like this in a long while. Still, his kid’s reaction made him a bit uneasy. He had always put Maisie before any romantic interest without a second thought, and he didn’t want to change it just because she wasn’t at home.

Rowan: How in hell did you get this

Mais: Finn saw on Instagram and sent to me

Mais: We made sibling vows by text and everything

He zoomed in on the top of the picture, and it seemed like some fmoonbeam person has posted it.

Rowan: Do you think it’s weird?

Mais: NO!!

Mais: I mean I’m completely horrified

Mais: But in a good way

Mais: I’m happily retreating from the competition

Rowan: ??

Mais: Dad she’s a MILF

That was more than enough to make him flush. Aelin looked confused, and when he showed her the text thread, she cackled.

“Sounds like we have our kid’s permission,” she pointed out.

He beamed at that. For eighteen years, Rowan struggled with finding someone who he liked and Maisie might like, besides living the anxiety of trying to not catch feelings before he had it figured out. And long after Rowan gave up on dating, his neighbor swept him off his feet and checked all boxes in one night. And he was so relaxed tonight he didn’t even overanalyze every sentence she said to figure out if she’d be a good stepmom.

Rowan texted a quick Night, Mais. Behave. and turned his attention back to Aelin. Her smile was intoxicating, he noted as he grinned back, and it made him want to get closer and live immersed in it for days on end.

But then she straightened her posture and looked him in the face. “So...”

“So?”

“I just want you to clarify something for me, so I can know what to expect.” Aelin started fiddling with her fingers. “We’ve known each other for years, and this happened just now...” Rowan tilted his head, not getting where she was going, and she ran a frustrated hand through her head. “I just want to know if this is a thing thing or if we’re just getting together because we’re empty nested and bored.

Giving her a loose hug around the waist, he smiled and said, “No, definitely a thing thing to me.”

Sighing in relief, all of her features relaxed as she explained herself. “Good. I was just asking because,” Aelin bit her lip. “Finn’s a shy kid, so going for his best friend’s dad was a risky move, but I definitely… noticed you.”

Grinning like Hellas, Rowan scooted her closer and whispered on her ear, “Oh, I’ve noticed you too.”

“Yeah?” she breathed.

“Sure. You think I’ve never noticed your tiny little weekend sundresses, Aelin?” he said while brushing his thumb against her bottom lip. “You don’t think I notice the tight pencil skirts you go to work with?”

“So you’ve noticed me too?” she asked.

“Very much.”

“Wanna notice me in the bathroom again?”

Rowan cackled, breaking the spell. “I told you I’d notice you after asking you out and buying dinner, I never said we can’t do it all in one day.”

Humming, she bit her lip to stifle a smile. “Tomorrow?”

“If you accept my official wooing then, Milady.”

Aelin rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, but the grin she wore was fooling no one. She got up and pulled Rowan by the arm, and he didn’t fight it when she led him to the dancefloor again.

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So yeah...Last ask of the day, I promise...How do you think Snape or Subyss would react to the Drow girl. Oh, she'll wear something that keeps a lot of her scars visible, because it's night time. I also, just think it'll be adorable to have little Drow girl do some needle work near Mrs. Weasley. Like...

It doesn't have to be the last. If I have no more time for asks (since it's past 11 pm at here lol) I'll just do it later.

For Snape, I don't see him reacting much. He isn't a bad man, but he's not concerned with random people's safety and health, unfortunately. If she has knowledge about that, they might talk a bit about potions, since it's a topic Snape would never pass on talking about (he's autistic and it's a special interest I'm telling you). The foods drows can eat, the horrible conditions they endure. Snape miiight show her an alternative, if you want a fluffy interaction. I think drows can exist in hp canon verse tbh since there are lots of magical creatures already.

The encounter with Subyss was perfectly summed up by your post, he would be overly flirty with her and the fact that she has scars and has been in pain would be a turn on (though he wouldn't find her attractive he's just sadistic beyond saving). She would be very uncomfortable but as long as he isn't given any power over her (like having to torture her yk), she should be fine, I guess.

And oh yes, I can absolutely see her making those ugly Christmas sweaters with Molly and chatting about cultural holidays. Very cute indeed.

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Rules of my DMs

I’ve recently made my DM open to everyone again and I plan to make this a post as a page but I just want to be clear of the rules of when you DM me. I’ve had bad experiences with DMs in the past (not any currently, if you’re in my DMs currently, this is not about you) so I just want to say what you should expect.

First of all, please know I’m not super comfortable with DMing people to begin with for the simple fact that conversations are really hard for me. It’s especially harder if we’re talking for the first time. “Conversationally challenged” doesn’t even begin to describe my communication skills. I can definitely warm up to you but that will take a while (and by a while, I mean it can take an upwards of 6 months which isn’t your fault, it’s mine). 

Talking in DMs is not the same as talking to me through reblogs or asks. When you talk to me through DMs, you’re talking to me me. I’m a different person who’s a 1000 times more awkward than the person I come off as in my posts (not saying this to get sympathy points, I just know that talking isn’t a strength of mine.)

Secondly, if you want to send me your commissions, please don't. I have a lot of artists in my DMs and I can't afford to commission all of you.

Lastly, if you decide to DM me, please understand that I am a human being. I have a job, family, friends, school work, etc. that I will prioritize over DMs. The absolute worst times to try to contact me is between 8:00 am -  11:00 pm US central time. I know that’s a huge time frame but that’s when I’m busiest with said job, family, friends, school work, etc.

*A little PS, if you send a DM from a blank blog, I'm going to assume you're a bot and block you immediately, so please don't have a blank blog.

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I feel that it needs to be shared by anyone who can share it because the fucking pig who has a starring role in the video below has not been charged for any crimes.

Jaahnavi Kandula, 23 lost her life Januarly 23rd

This video was posted today by the Seattle '4 News Now' and as much as it viscerally turned my stomach I feel it needs to be shared. This cretin needs to be locked up. This absolute disgusting human needs to spend the rest of his life behind bars or better yet, just throw him over the fucking nearest cliff.

Warning:

There is no visuals of any death or accident, however this is the recording of a pigs body camera talking about the incident.

Mention of Death, Police Brutality.

Reported by the King5 news article:

Published: 5:17 PM PDT September 11, 2023 Updated: 6:21 PM PDT September 12, 2023 SEATTLE — New bodycam footage released by the Seattle Police Department (SPD) Monday afternoon detailed remarks an officer made about another officer whose cruiser killed a woman in a collision in January.  A Seattle police officer was traveling at 74 miles per hour just before his police cruiser struck and killed Jaahnavi Kandula, 23, in an intersection in January, according to a case investigation report.

Daniel Auderer Badge Number: #7499

This is the fucking scum of the earth who needs to be dealt with. These are the fucking people who should be getting taken off the streets and put behind bars.

Fuck cops. FUCK COPS. Fuck ALL COPS.

#Police Brutality #Death #vehicular manslaughter #ACAB #All Cops Are Bastards #Youtube