#but the whole point is I think it would be funny if Roy didn’t notice for like a year or something

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hi! Could you please write something with like reader opening the door one day when Roy stars knocking for training but reader and Jamie aren’t open about their relationship yet? I think it would be cute xx

I also thought this was cute. Not sure if anyone notices/cares, but all my titles are song lyrics based ever so loosely on the vibe I am trying to convey. Thanks for another great request!

what it is

Someone’s aggressively knocking on the door and as you roll over to check the time. It’s 4am, and you poke Jamie who is fast asleep beside you.

“Babe,” you whisper, “someone’s at the door.”

Jamie groans and mumbles something incoherent. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can tell something’s off. You reach out your hand and feel his forehead. It’s burning up.

The knocking continues and Jamie lets out another groan and says something that sounds like raining? Oh. Training. You remember he trains every morning at 4, but you’ve never seen who he goes with. He just kisses you in your sleep and is back right as you wake up for the day. 

You roll out of bed, grab one his sweatshirts from the floor, and pad downstairs to the door.

You swing open the door mid-knock. The man on the other side lowers his fist, looks at you all squinty for a moment, then says, “Who the fuck’re you?”

You return the look. “I live here. Who the fuck are you?”

The man scoffs. “No, you fucking don’t. This is Jamie Tartt’s house. Jesus fucking Christ, is he fucking blowing off training because of a fucking one-night stand?”

Oh. You know who this is. This is Roy Kent. You didn’t know he was the one training Jamie, but you guess it makes sense based on how much Jamie talks about him. It’s Roy Kent this, and Roy Kent that, and Roy says I need to eat more protein, and Roy said my hair looked funny today, does it look funny to you? 

You sigh. You and Jamie have been together for three months, and you basically live at his house. You’re really only at your flat to change clothes. You have a toothbrush, pajamas, and half a wardrobe at Jamie’s. Your books have started to make their way onto his shelves too, as you read them and then leave them for him to start. That was a little bit of an accident at first, after you left This Side of Paradise one night and came back to a different bookmark on page 34.

Anyway, Roy Kent doesn’t know you’re dating Jamie, or that anyone is. You suppose in his mind, Jamie is happily single, fucking around like the twenty-something year old footballer he is. 

Roy is still looking at you expectantly, so say, “I do live here. Why don’t you come in?” and hold open the door a bit wider. 

Roy’s face says fuck it, and he follows you inside to the kitchen. 

“Can I get you some tea?” you ask quietly, although Jamie can sleep through anything. 

Roy seems surprised by the question, but says, “Yeah, sure,” as he stands by the kitchen island.

“Jamie’s sick,” you say. “He’s still asleep upstairs. I doubt he’ll be up for training today.”

“Right, yeah,” says Roy, “I’m sorry, but who the fuck are you? Jamie’s not fucking supposed to be doing the whole one-night stand thing, he told me it’s too fucking distracting from training.”

You chuckle. “That’s comedy gold right there. Yeah, no, I’m not a one-night stand. I’m his girlfriend.”

Roy’s impressive eyebrows lift in shock, and you laugh again and give him your name. “Didn’t know I existed, did you? I’m not one for crowds or a big fuss. I told Jamie if we made it four months than he could start telling people. He was a little upset, but,” you shrug, “no point in making it a big deal if we just break up, right?”

You can practically see the wheels turning in Roy’s brain as he does the math.

“So you’re telling me that you’ve been fucking dating this little prick for three fucking months, and he hasn’t fucking said anything?”

You nod. 

“Fuckkk,” Roy whispers, “that makes so much fucking sense.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“He’s been less of a prick recently,” Roy explains, “More considerate, been carrying around fucking books and shit. Not fucking flirting with everything that fucking moves. Thought maybe he was just taking beating Zava too fucking seriously.”

You nod and move to pour the tea. You and Roy both turn as you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. It’s Jamie, who is wearing a headlamp, pajama shirt, athletic vest, and a single sock. And, thank God, pants.

“Ready for training coach,” he says with a salute, but the action almost makes him fall over. He looks all pale and sweaty, with bags under his eyes.

“Told you he was sick,” you say.

“Fuckin’ hell,” is all Roy can come up with.

Jamie seems to notice you for the first time and breaks out into a smile. “Roy! Look! I have a girlfriend,” he says, words a little slurred while pointing to you.

It’s punctuated by a “Jesus Christ,” from Roy as Jamie wobbles, unsteady on his feet from his fever.

“Alright, mister,” you say. “Back to bed.”

Jamie frowns. “Always so mean,” he says. He does an imitation of your voice, “No Jamie, you can’t tell Roy about us. Yes Jamie, I know Roy’s your best friend. No Jamie, I don’t think you love Roy more than me.” He looks at Roy as you sling his arm around your shoulders, supporting him at his waist. He puts his fingertips on your lips as he says, “See what I have to put up with?”

You roll your eyes and suppress a smile as Roy says, “What you have to put up with?”

Jamie is so loopy right now. He lays his head on yours and smiles again. “Look at this. Me two favorite people, finally meeting. You should stay for dinner, coach.”

Roy rolls his eyes and shakes his head. You can tell he’s trying not to laugh as you both mutually decide not to point out that it is now 4:30am and dinner is a long, long way away.

“Let’s go get you out of those clothes and into bed,” you say as you start to lead him back to your room. 

Jamie casts a look back at Roy and wiggles his eyebrows. “Babe, you can’t just say things like that in front of granddad. Might give him a heart attack. Old people are such prudes.”

“Go to sleep, Tartt,” Roy says. He looks at you and says softly, “I can see myself out.”

You smile and wave with your free hand. “It was nice to meet you,” you say. “Hopefully we can meet again under more normal circumstances.”

Roy nods once and does what you think is a smile? He turns and heads out the door as you maneuver Jamie upstairs. Jamie Tartt has a girlfriend. And a good one at that. What is the world coming to?

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[redhoodieone]

His Girl

Plot: Dick Grayson has a type in women: athletic, feminine, and classy. However, the reader is completely different as she is plus-size, tomboyish, and spontaneous. But a conversation about Y/N between Dick and the batboys takes an unexpected turn one night.

Warnings: Language, Sensitive topics, and Fluff.

“What the hell’s up your ass?” Jason asks Dick, as he hands him a bottle of beer from the refrigerator in the Batcave. It was only until last week that Bruce gave in and allowed a refrigerator to be down there after the boys begged him for one.

As long as it was only for beverages, of course. Bruce had mentioned the boys have been eating too much junk food lately, but the boys knew deep down that his rule is simply for him, because of his age, and maybe for Y/N, too.

Y/N has only been with the Batfamily for a year since her family died at the hands of Two-Face. She had only started training with Bruce for two months now, and the two of them have been working out quite a bit.

Which makes sense of Bruce’s one rule for the refrigerator, though. But that hasn’t stopped Jason from sneaking in food anyways; mostly pizza and lunch meat and cheeses for sandwiches.

But now, Dick’s distant and silence is unbearable since the circus descent acrobat is usually excited and rambling about anything and everything.

“Uh, nothing! I mean...” Dick stutters. His behavior tonight was questionable to say the least. Usually, he would be on his game and even throw some wisecracks but he’s been awfully quiet, nervous even.

“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you say,” Jason scoffs.

Dick sits on top of the hood of the Batmobile while he peels the sticky label from the beer bottle. He notices Tim and Damian walking out from the showers and are already dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts. Bruce is seated at the Batcomputer, still in costume but minus the cowl. Jason sits at the small table and sips from his beer and snacks on a triple meat and cheese sandwich he must have made quickly.

And Alfred had long gone to bed after Bruce forced him to get some rest since they’ve returned home and are not dead.

Dick suddenly notices Y/N must still be in the showers, on the other side of the cave for privacy where the guys can’t bother the girls.

“Fine...I’ve been...having these thoughts and dreams about Y/N lately,” Dick confesses. He notices Jason staring at him with a confused expression.

“Yeah, and…?”

“Well…lately, I’ve been thinking about her as…more than a friend. I’ve been seeing her in a new light. And you know I’ve always thought she was cool, and funny, and incredibly smart,” Dick continues, with a small smile. “But…I’ve never been sexually attracted to women like her before.”

Jason purses his lips and appears to think it over. “So, I don’t see the problem.”

“I just told you I’ve never felt this way about Y/N or any woman like her before.”

“Because you’re shallow.”

“I’m not shallow,” Dick argues, suddenly feeling defensive at Jason’s attack. “I just…I’ve never seen heavy women as hot, you know?”

“You can try to justify all that, but the point is, you’re shallow.”

“Have you ever slept with a heavy girl before, Jason?!” Dick snaps.

Jason chuckles and grins. “Actually, I have.”

“Bullshit,” Dick scoffs.

“Yeah, I have Dickie-bird. It happened three years ago, when my Outlaws and I kicked Black Mask’s ass. We went to a bar to celebrate in downtown Gotham. Roy and Star left early to go fuck or something. I was left alone and I was about to call it a night until this smoking hot woman took a seat next to me. She had long dark hair, tan skin, and curves that made my mouth water and my cock hard enough to pound nails. She was gorgeous, but there were these assholes around her and were calling her fat and telling her to leave because no one here would take her home. And do you want to know what I did?” Jason asks.

“What?” Dick asks quietly.

“I took her home, after I broke all those guys’ jaws. She was fucking amazing, man. She had a magnificent ass that she actually allowed me to spank. Her curves were endless, and after I fucked her good three times, cuddling and falling asleep with her was probably the best part of the night. I’ve never felt so…comfortable and felt warm, because I actually felt someone beside me,” Jason admits.

Dick raises an eyebrow at him. “Wow, I didn’t think something like that could happen to you, Jason. If anything, I thought you were shallow.”

“I used to be, until I realized I was judging others, when I was actually trying to have others not judge me. Alfred actually helped me with that. I don’t remember every word he said exactly but he said I wasn’t trying all the ice cream flavors out there. Like, I was always sticking to a certain flavor of ice cream, and I wasn’t trying other kinds, meaning I should be looking at all types of women. And after my one night stand with that magnificent woman’s ass, I realized bigger girls aren’t deal breakers; they’re just more to love,” Jason admits, and shrugs with a smug smile.

“That’s…I don’t even know what to say. But Y/N’s different. She’s someone we know and it makes it harder. And my problem isn’t that I’m shallow, it’s how I’m supposed to handle my feelings about her.”

“Yeah, you are, Dick. Y/N’s literally the best woman we’ve ever met. Hell, the best woman I’VE ever met. She’s fucking funny, she’s so caring and kind, she’s smarter than Timbo when it comes to common sense,” Jason lists off his reasons.

“That’s true! I’m not going to lie about that!” Tim interrupts from the distance.

“Y/N’s real, she doesn’t bullshit about anything like other girls. She’s honest, and that’s a rare thing to find nowadays. And fuck…she can really handle her alcohol, she can down shots of Fireball like it’s water,” Jason adds.

“You don’t think I know all that? Of course, I do! That’s why I’m having such a hard time dealing with my feelings for her. I’ve only ever been with tall, athletic women, who wear skirts and dresses, eats healthy, and are…well, feminine,” Dick confesses. A guilty expression shows on his face. “And Y/N’s not any of that. She’s really short, kinda chubby, and she’s more of a tomboy type, who’s loud and rambunctious, and eats like a man.”

Jason snorts. “And that’s a problem why? That’s why Y/N’s fucking awesome, man! I actually really like how she’s not afraid to be herself. She’s not fake. Do you know how long it took for her to be comfortable with all of us and be who she is rather than how she thought we expected from her? And I don’t know about you but I love how she eats, whenever we go out to restaurants, I actually like how I can eat the way I want and not feel like a fat ass because I know her and I both love what we love and fuck all who have a problem with that!”

Bruce turns around in his chair and gives both boys a warning look. Even Tim and Damian silently take a seat and watch closely.

“Fuck…Y/N is the perfect woman. She’ll always be in my eyes,” Jason admits, looking down at his beer longingly before taking a sip.

“If you feel so strongly about her then why haven’t you tried to go out with her or sleep with her?” Dick asks angrily.

Jason’s pause takes everyone by surprise. “Because she can do better than me.”

“You-you actually tried to get with her?” Dick stammers.

“Oh, yeah I definitely did. I think about a year ago. I had spent the summer with her here while everyone was busy with the whole Justice League and Superman bullshit,” Jason explains. “You were with the Titans with Tim and Damian. It was just me and her.”

“Alfred was there as well,” Bruce mumbles.

“Anyways, call it cheesy as hell like those romcoms, but we actually got really close. She’s a spitfire for sure, but she really knows how to get under your skin,” Jason chuckles.

Tim and Damian nod their heads in agreement with that.

“And I obviously made the whole situation uncomfortable as fuck because when I told her how I felt, she rejected me. She said we were too alike, we’d butt heads all the time. And after that, I never brought it up again.”

Jason’s confession gives Dick a sense of confidence.

“Look, if you want to ask her out and do all that then I support you. Just know if you fucking hurt her or do anything wrong, I’ll slit your throat even if you’re family,” Jason threatens seriously.

“I wouldn’t even know how to bring it up with her,” Dick says.

“Well, don’t bring up how her weight and appearance bothers you,” Jason says seriously.

“It doesn’t!”

“Okay. How did you ask Barbara, Star, Zatanna, and-”

“I get it, Jason. I’ll just talk to her and tell her I have strong feelings for her,” Dick interrupts him. “I’ll just tell her the truth.”

“You already did.”

That voice belonged to none other than Y/N. All the guys in the Batcave jerked their heads to the top of the stairs where Y/N stood and looked down with tears running down her cheeks. She was wearing her plaid pajama pants and a loose black t-shirt she stole from one of them a long time ago, she doesn’t exactly know who though.

Dick and Jason slowly stand up. Dick carefully walks over to the stairs while Jason cautiously follows.

“Y/N…” Dick whispers, already feeling guilty and nervous that she had probably heard everything. “Please listen to me…”

“WHY?! So, you can tell me you didn’t mean any of that, when you actually did. I thought you were different! I didn’t know you could judge someone like that! Especially someone like me!” Y/N yells. “I thought you were my friend!”

“I am your friend! Y/N, please give me a chance to explain! I really like you, and-and I was just trying to ask for help so I can talk to you!” Dick pleads.

“Don’t lie to me! You were only asking for help because you didn’t know how to deal with me being fat and manly! I’m sorry I’m not like Barbara and Star! I’m sorry I’m not beautiful and thin! I’m sorry I’m not perfect for you!” Y/N cries out and runs up the stairs.

“Y/N! Wait! Please!” Dick shouts for her. He chases after her.

By the time Dick reaches Y/N’s bedroom door, it’s locked. He can hear her crying, automatically feeling like shit for being the reason why she’s hurt.

“Y/N, please…” Dick tries again.

“Leave me alone, Dick!”

Dick swallows hard and forces himself to move away from her door. There was no use for him to stand there; he’d already broke her trust and possibly ruined their friendship. He might have even ruined his chances with her.

Jason approaches Dick. “Is she crying?” he asks.

“Yes,” Dick chokes out. He runs a hand through his dark hair. “Fuck, Jason…I don’t know what to do. She won’t even talk to me.”

“You should go, Dick. I think you’ve done enough.”

Dick was a little taken aback by Jason’s command. He pushes himself to walk away anyways.

“Bruce wants to talk to you. You should go find him before he finds you,” Jason adds.

Dick exhales heavily and leaves. Jason shakes his head in disappointment at him. He takes a deep breath and knocks on Y/N’s bedroom door.

“Doll, it’s Jay. Please let me in,” Jason says softly. “I just want to talk to you.”

He didn’t think she would open the door for him. He didn’t think she would want to talk to him even though he hadn’t pissed her off or upset her in any way. But Y/N unlocked her door and even opened it for him.

Jason was deeply heartbroken to see Y/N; her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks were wet, and she had the devastating look on her beautiful face. He quickly walked into her room and shut the door, quickly locking it.

He had to be cautious though. He knew couldn’t say or do the things he wants to do with her right now. Instead, he slowly and carefully approaches her. She allows him to wrap his strong arms around her, bringing her closely to his body to hold and protect her from everyone and everything.

“Shh…it’s okay, sweetheart. I got you. I’m not going anywhere,” Jason whispers into her hair. He tries desperately to not inhale the addicting scent of her shampoo and lingering perfume so much. “You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Y/N lifts her face from Jason’s chest and gazes up at him. The sight of her glistening eyes makes him draw her closer to him.

“What did I do wrong, Jay? What did I do to deserve all that? Is everything about me really bad?” Y/N asks softly, on the verge of tears again.

“No. No, don’t say that. Don’t say any of that! Nothing is wrong with you. You’re beautiful, Y/N. You’re perfect just the way you are,” Jason admits.

Y/N shakes her head in disbelief. It breaks Jason’s heart more when she tries to pull away from his embrace, but he refuses to let her go. His grip tightens and he holds her as if she’d disappear and leave him all alone.

“That’s not true, Jay,”

“It is true. Hell Y/N, you’re the most badass woman I’ve ever met. You don’t take shit from any of us. You’ve managed to stay here even after all the bullshit everyone has put you through,” he explains. He even chuckles at a memory. “You’ve even made Bruce cry, remember? Remember you called him out on his bullshit when he refused to train you? You’re almost a savage like Alfred, you even make Wonder Woman and Catwoman look like dollar tree prizes, and that’s no lie.”

Y/N looks down at her feet. Jason knows she still doesn’t believe him.

“You’re always perfect in my eyes, Y/N. There isn’t a goddamn thing I would change about you,”

“If I’m so perfect, then why does Dick think so low of me?” Y/N asks. She sniffles adorably and looks back up at him.

“Because he’s a fucking idiot who can’t see the best thing that’s in front of him,” Jason answers, and looks into Y/N’s eyes before he looks at her lips. “But his loss is my gain.”

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #dc comics jason todd #dc comics batman #dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #damian wayne

[stxleslyds]

Robin Jason, a friend and ally of the Titans.

PART 1.

Last Friday I was feeling extra rage-y after the news about the Titans mini with the Titans show line-up of heroes. I still think that a) Jason shouldn’t be considered a Titan or be in the team as Red Hood and b) that him going back to wearing a bat symbol on his chest is just bad but as @randomlut said there is a possibility of that book not being set in DC’s current universe and if that’s the case then okay, I will not complain about it anymore.

But this post isn’t about that Titans book it’s about Jason’s Robin’s appearances in volume two of the New Teen Titans!

Now, this won’t be an in-depth review of those issues from a story point of view, it will be a post in which I talk about Jason’s characterization and interactions with the Titans. Maybe I will even dive a little bit into why I think that the interactions that Jason and Roy have in those issues makes the relationship that they had in New52 very out of place.

Let’s begin!

·         NTT (1984) #19

Jason as Robin appears here only in the last page of the issue. After the current team of the Titans appears to be falling apart Donna calls Jason and others to help in a mission, this team that she puts together resembles the “original” line-up with Robin, Speedy, (Kid) Flash, Aqualad and Hawk.

·         NTT (1884) #20-21

Jason appears in the Titans tower along the OG Titans, when Donna finally tells them what the mission is all about (stopping Cheshire from interrupting a meeting) she asks if they are in on the job, Jason is not only excited about being there but about Batman actually letting him come all the way to the tower. A little bit of what Jason thinks or saw in Bruce is shown when Wally says that he “didn’t think the Batman could be thrilled by anything. He is always so grim.”

Basically, what Jason says is that the Bat isn’t that bad if you get to know him and that he cares about Jason’s education outside of vigilantism. Also, Jason seems to be grateful and very receptive of the things that Bruce taught him, he regards him as a very good mentor.

After everyone decides to help, they get on their jet. Here we have a very important interaction between Jason and Donna, she is telling him how she is feeling about the attitude of the rest of the team and about how she is a little bit lost now that she is in charge of the Titans and then she asks what Robin thinks about the whole thing, Jason is obviously thrilled once more, someone as experienced as Donna is asking him for his opinion? It blows his mind away! Batman never does that, he is always following his lead and never has a say on what they do so, to him, helping the Titans is only getting better and maybe he will ask the Bat to let him join them permanently.

Because they were talking Donna wasn’t paying much attention while flying and after they barely avoid crashing the jet, she apologizes to everyone and once more looks for reassurance with Jason, this time Jason is caught off guard but after Hawk teases him about his hesitation he tells her that “everything’s okay”.

When they arrive to Switzerland (where the meeting will be held) we have Jason’s first interaction with Roy Harper and him also slowly transforming into a burrito, that boy was cold and pissed off about it!

It’s really funny to me that Roy talking about Oliver’s pervy arrows is his very first interaction with Jason, who would have thought that a mad man would later make them besties?

They all go inside a building to get warm and for a while Jason is just chilling while the other Titans are all having an existential crisis, because here is the thing, Jason is a kid, he was presumably 14 here while all the other are in their twenties. Donna is having trouble with her new position as leader of the Titans, Wally is trying to live up to Barry, Garth is grieving his love, Roy is still very uncomfortable about being on a mission that involves Cheshire and Hank is just crazy. The others are trying to complete a mission while their real-life problems loom over them and Jason is just on an adventure with cool people.

Its not much later than Cheshire attacks the Titans, she first takes on Wally because he is her biggest threat and then detonates a bomb, now here I will give a little bit of context, Cheshire does not want to kill the Titans as of now, she just wants to incapacitate them because them being there is making her own mission more complicated, all I will say is that she doesn’t truly have villainous intentions and that she has a very weak spot for Roy.

Anyway, the bomb incapacitates Garth and Roy and Cheshire also managed to shoot Wally so only Donna, Hank and Jason are left standing to capture Cheshire, but here is the thing, Hank doesn’t want to capture her, he wants to kill her.

Jason has interacted very few times with Hank so far and it has always been Hank teasing him but now as Jason is going to fight Cheshire Hank interrupts him telling him that he will do “what has to be done”. Cheshire of course wont fall easily and I think that at this very moment she is thinking that killing Hank wouldn’t be a bad idea because he is going to mess her plans up! But not to worry as she is raising her gun Jason comes in to save his ass!

Jason is not a match for Cheshire and after that she quickly subdues him. But what’s important here is two things, first Jason doesn’t want or consider the idea of killing Jade, he just wants to capture her and bring her to justice, secondly, he doesn’t even want her to kill Hank, who has been violent towards every Titan and rude to Jason every single time that he has interacted with him. What I am trying to say is that this IS Robin Jason, he doesn’t think or act the same as Red Hood will in the future, he has his opinions on what punishments killers should get but he is not there to kill anyone himself.

There is this whole page where Donna beats Hank against a tree so he stops killing, because that’s not what the Titans do, she explains that if they do that then the public (that is already quite afraid of them) will just fear them more and they don’t need that, plus she believes that he is acting that way out of grief after losing his brother, as she is saying all of this though she is putting quite a lot of pressure on his chest and that might have ended up in her actually killing Hank if Jason hasn’t been there to stop her.

Donna is obviously not having a good time and after this she says that she “has had it” and that from now on Robin should “take command” because “its his group anyway”. Oh man…its clear to the reader that Donna is not having a good time being team leader but she also misses a certain person a lot. She is obviously not seeing Jason there, she is seeing Dick, the person that she is used to take orders from but he is not there.

Jason is aware of this, he might be a kid and might not have as many problems as the other Titans as of now but he is not a fool and he doesn’t want people to see someone else when they look at him, so he confronts Donna about what she just said/did.

Jason is just great in this scene; he just doesn’t want people that he admires to treat him as if he were someone that he isn’t. Just because Dick isn’t there doesn’t mean that he (because he is Robin) can replace him, they are not the same person and they do not have the same experience. He calls out Donna on her behaviour towards him and Donna being an adult takes responsibly for her actions and understands that ultimately, she was hurting Jason’s feelings. We have a kinda wholesome moment when they hug but because this is written by Marv Wolfman and he just can’t help himself, he proceeds to write Jason as a horny teenager. What a way to ruin the moment Marv…

Back to Cheshire, she is about to kick Wally’s face in when she decides to first tell him what he has to tell the others when they wake up, which is “Cheshire remembers”.

Wally tells the Titans Cheshire’s message but none of them truly understands what it means, Hank says that he doesn’t even understand why they are alive. Donna comes to the conclusion that Cheshire might want something from them and this is where Jason gives his thoughts, he says “Doesn’t matter what she wants. We take care of her. She’s a killer.”, its clear once more than although Jason (as Robin) wouldn’t kill anyone he does feel a certain type of way about criminals and wants them to be locked up.

After yet another verbal fight between Hank and Donna the Titans take a cable car to their next location, Jason is shown as exited about the view and the whole experience once more. When they arrive, they find Faraday (the guy that called Donna for help in #19) and he explains a bit more the situation but Jason once more is having trouble staying warm so he goes to the cable car tunnel nearby, but he doesn’t go alone, Roy goes with him because his “costume wasn’t made for this kind of weather either”, in this second interaction between these two we get to see Jason’s detective skills shine.

Jason has been watching Roy and he found his reaction to Cheshire’s message quite sus. Not only is he showing his detective skills here but he also said in a previous panel this: “The Batman keeps telling me to watch people’s eyes. And every so often I notice you become awfully agitated…like something was going on you didn’t want to be part of”.  Zdarsky, hey pal, I am talking to you, look at this dude! He read Roy like an open book, this is Robin Jason, he likes being Robin and he is brilliant at it, he is methodical because he learnt from paying attention and working with Batman, so, you sir are wrong, not only did UtRH disprove your dumb narrative but so does this interaction (along all his appearances in this book).

Roy is impressed by the kid, and yeah, he calls him kid because he is a kid…Roy is visibly older than Jason as he should, do you see it Lobdell? Yeah, there is no dubious age gap between those two as you made it seem. Roy is impressed because between both of them he is the one that is most experienced, not the other way around. How did Lobdell manage to make up a whole as run where not only were Roy and Jason close in age and besties but also Jason was better at vigilantism than Roy and Roy was the one being impressed. It’s wild, wild and bad.

Back to the issue, Jason taken out of the fight quite fast once more by Cheshire and she proceeds to talk to Roy, that’s where we find out that they were lovers and that she feels weak when she is around him because he makes her feel feelings but that’s not all, she tells Roy that he is “the man that fathered my child” …Oh and now she does want to kill him. That’s where #20 ends, so let’s see what happens with Jason in #21.

In the beginning of #21 Jason is conscious once more and when he hears Cheshire’s threat, he attacks her so she can’t shoot Roy, he also says this “Sorry ‘cat’ that’s a definite no-no. Don’t you know mommy’s and daddies should never fight” I, I don’t know why he had to say it like that…the 80s were weird. While Jason is being himself Roy is thinking “Don’t be cocky kid, Jade hasn’t got a sense of humour…” but because he wants to talk to Jade, he tells Jason to go, that he will handle Cheshire and he leaves.

Roy and Jade talk, Donna and Hawk are fighting bad guys and each other and at some point, Jason joins Garth and helps him take down a couple of guys, he also tries to make conversation with him but Garth is still not talking to anybody.

Cheshire tells Roy that he will never hear about their child again and that he needs to let her do her thing and stay out of it because he doesn’t understand what’s going on, Roy doesn’t do what she asks and she “poisons” him. Donna saves a guy that Hank was trying to kill. After Cheshire leaves Roy comes to the conclusion that she wasn’t there to kill the people from the meeting or that she poisoned him, but because they were there and everything went to shit now the people that were getting together are blaming the Titans for the interruption. The whole thing is a mess and the news channel are not nice about the Titans as a whole, but I am not interested in exploring that here. All you need to know is that the people that made Cheshire do what she did to the Titans were the Brother Blood people.

It’s on the jet that we see Jason again, he and the others are going back to the tower. Because the news are painting the Titans as bad when they are arriving to the tower Jason sees a lot of people protesting about them and he feels bad. This was his first job with the Titans and he is a kid, imagine how sad it would make you if you wanted to help and after getting the job done people were mad at you. But even though he is sad about that he takes time to ask Roy if he is okay after he sees him almost running away from the tower, he doesn’t get a response but he isn’t mad about it.

Jason’s stay with the Titans comes to and end and he says that he loved hanging out with them and is grateful for having been invited, he is so sweet!

·         NTT (1884) #24

Here, for some reason, we see Jason saying goodbye to the Titans again and unlike at the end of #21 Roy is there to see him leave.

I am not going to lie though; I liked this goodbye better it feels like it’s more complete than the other one. Here he says that Batman wants him back in Gotham but that if the Titans ever need him again all they need to do is call. He also mentions Nightwing which is funny because he will be called by Donna again in #26 to help the Titans get Dick back from Brother Bloods Church.

I am going to cut this part here because issues 26 to 31 have a lot of Jason content that I want to explore and I can’t put any more pictures here, also this post is already long as it is now!

I just love Jason’s little moments in these issues, him confronting Donna and reading Roy like and open book in #20 are my absolute favourite, I just think this is a nice way to kinda show how wrong some current characterizations of Robin Jason are and what better way to do that than reading and looking into some good stories.

Oh! Before I forget, in #21 Roy leaves the Titans’ tower to go see Jade and he actually gets to meet his daughter Lian for the first time, so yeah, that was a wholesome moment!

#jason todd #robin jason todd #batman and robin #titans #new teen titans #donna troy #roy harper #cheshire #garth of shayeris #wally west #red hood #urban legends red hood

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Jasonette July Day 15: Night

Written by: The Maribat Pit  @jasonette-july-event Prompt: Night Rated: T 

A/N: A continuation "Game On” and “Pixie” Marinette had been in Gotham for a little over a year now, having left behind her life in Paris to attend Gotham University.  It all started when she got involved with Catwoman, who saved her one night when she was in trouble.  Then she got roped into a little game between Catwoman and Batman, and that was how she met Jason and Roy, Red Hood and Arsenal respectively. While with Jason and Roy, they had their ups and downs. Initially she felt that the two were overprotective, but they were able to reconcile after a fateful encounter in the Iceberg Lounge.  Ever since that fateful encounter, what started as a harmless little crush began to grow over time.  For once, she got to know people who understood both the real her and her superheroine persona.  They knew her as a quick thinker in battle, and a civilian with a tendency to catastrophize things.  While she was sitting in the car with Jason and Roy, driving back from Star City.  The only sounds that could be heard were the scratching of pencil on paper, and the hum of the engine as they drove.  She tried to throw herself into her upcoming design assignments that weren’t due for another few weeks, doing anything to avoid thinking about Jason sleeping peacefully in the front seat of the car.  Tikki was nestled in her bag nibbling on a cookie and only Roy seemed to notice how quiet the drive back to Gotham was.  She had developed a close friendship with the three of them, one which wasn’t complicated by secret and civilian identities.  They had each other’s backs in combat, and they worked well as a team together.  Marinette cursed herself, for the first time in a long time, she had relationships that weren’t complicated by secrets and secret identities.   Now she was going to ruin everything just because she could not keep her heart and her feelings under control, it was pathetic.  It was easier to think that Jason was a stubborn, sarcastic brute who couldn’t possibly understand her.  He could still be stubborn and sarcastic at times, but then he had to go and have another side to him.  A side of him that cared deeply for those close to him, a group of people that now included Marinette.  It wasn’t fair.  Marinette shook her head and turned her attention back to her design work,  these patterns weren’t going to sketch themselves. It was also one of the few times she got to work with more delicate fabrics. Jason was pretending to be asleep on the drive from Star City back to Gotham, not unlike the one that happened a few months ago. It seemed like yesterday they first heard about a new superheroine who managed to take on two of his younger brothers.  Marinette was certainly a girl with many contradictions, even when they first met her on that rooftop that fateful night.  She could be very creative with her magic yo-yo, and in a fight she was usually a level-headed and quick thinker.  That much was clear to anyone who saw her in action, which was probably for the best, given that Jason had a very short fuse and a tendency to brute force his way through situations.  By the same token, the same person was prone to flying off the handle in much more mundane situations.   One time she woke up early for a test that wasn’t for another two days, and flew into a panicked stream of consciousness that made it sound like she was going to be shipped back to her home city in a matchbox if she was late.  Jason didn’t dare turn around to look at her in the backseat, but he could just about imagine what she looked like.  The scratching of pencil on paper told him that she was probably designing something that had more in common with a ball gown than body armour.  Her skills as a seamstress came in handy when their body armour needed upgrades or adjustments, not everyone could be gifted with the power of a magic body suit.  Even Hal Jordan was a test pilot long before he became a Green Lantern, Marinette was just a teenager when she got given magic jewelry. Secret identities and personas aside, at her core Marinette was still the same person.  She was kind, forgiving, but most of all she trusted him, something very few people did.  At first he wrote it off as all of them having each other’s backs in a fight. While that was true it wasn’t the whole  story, he knew because he could say the same thing about Roy.  He considered maybe it was because she managed to calm his pit madness, but that was because she had the very creatures who created them by her side.  Jason still called her “Pixie '' from time to time, really out of affection more than anything.  He only used her name when he was being absolutely dead serious.  It was a lot more than that and he knew it, he knew that she was worming her way past all the walls he had put up, seemingly without even trying.  He convinced himself that it was dangerous for all involved, that it would just leave him vulnerable in the end.  She was getting closer and closer to his heart, at which point he would be completely and utterly vulnerable.  He wanted to hold her close to him, but was afraid that she would hold his heart in her tiny delicate hands and squeeze.  

Roy was exhausted, not just from the mission, but from being caught right in the middle of two of his friends pining after each other. In the car ride back to Gotham, he could easily tell that Marinette was busying herself with design work while Jason was pretending to be asleep.  It would be cute if it wasn’t a sign that these two were actively avoiding talking to each other. Possibly because they were worried they might slip up and reveal their very obvious feelings for the other person.  He overheard Marinette confiding in the Kwamis late one night, when she thought both of them were out.   Jason by contrast was a little less expressive, but Roy could still tell that he was also pining after her, in his own little way.   He had tried to gently coax it out of them, and even though they refused to admit it Roy could tell.   Marinette was an open book whenever he even suggested the idea that she might be slightly attracted to Jason. At the slightest suggestion that there was something between her and Jason, her face would go tomato red and she would deny it.  Jason was a much tougher nut to crack, but Roy already knew that from the get-go. If Marinette wore her heart on her sleeve, then Jason kept his heart guarded with steel and lead.  He tried to ask him about it on a mission, when Marinette was out of earshot.   Instead he took a leaf out of Dick’s book and asked if it was really the time and place for a “man chat”.  The three of them could be compared to The Three Musketeers, but Jason and Marinette were more like Beatrice and Benedict from Much Ado About Nothing.  He was cursing Jason’s detective training, because it meant he would see right past a forged love note, while making things worse for Marinette.  If Roy was still drinking, he would have probably told them that they should just screw and get it over with.  He was starting to understand why Lian would smush her doll’s faces together and get them to ‘kiss’.  That gave him an idea...

Marinette and Jason were calmly watching TV together one night.  It was Valentine's Day, but neither of them really had any plans with anyone.  Staying in and waiting for chocolate prices to crater seemed like a much better idea.  Tikki was perched on Marinette’s shoulder, while Plagg was about to inhale a very large piece of camembert. The two of them were a comfortable distance apart, neither of them were willing to make the first move.  Suddenly, Roy busts in through the front door. Dressed up as Arsenal with a few extra accessories, a tutu and a pair of fairy wings he likely borrowed from Lian. He came in wide grin, wielding his bow with an odd heart shaped arrow. 

 “Happy Valentine's Day bitches!” he yelled out, taking aim at Marinette and Jason. The grappling arrow wrapping around the two, tightly binding them together on the sofa. Just as Marinette and Jason realise what just happened, Roy runs back out the door, slamming it on his way out.

An awkward silence hung in the air as Jason and Marinette were tied together, their faces mere inches apart. Marinette blushing a storm, while Jason tried to keep his composure and looked away from her.  That said, he could feel her deep blue eyes watching him, and he was fairly certain she could hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest.  Their arms were clamped firmly to their sides, and both of them thought that Roy had done this as a stupid prank.  “Did Roy tell you he was going to…” Marinette began. “...put on a tutu and fairy wings and tie us up on the couch?” Jason finished, he swallowed, she already looked embarrassed by the whole situation.  “No, did he tell you?” he asked. Marinette shook her head, “No, but he seems to have got it into his head that you’re interested in me.” she said as she tried to wriggle free, “as if that would ever happen.” “I mean...” the conversations he wrote off as late night man-chats were starting to make sense to him.  “...is that really so hard to believe?” he asked quietly.  There was no keeping her at arm’s length at that moment, physically or otherwise.  He noticed that she had stopped trying to wriggle free of the cord wrapped tightly around him. “A little,” she said, “It just seemed too good to be true,” she muttered.  “You’re one of the few people who knows about both Marinette and Ladybug, you know that they’re the same person.”  she explained, “the idea that you would be interested in me on top of all that just felt like it was too good to be true, like something will do horribly wrong sooner or later. Like there was no way the universe was going to let me be that happy.” Jason was surprised to hear that, but also he understood what she meant.  It was funny how on paper, they were two completely different people, and in some way they were.  It was moments like these that reminded them there were still similarities that kept them together.  For the first time since Roy had tied them up, he looked at her. “Marinette, take it from someone who’s a literal dead man walking. Trust me, that is not the most impossible thing out there, not even close.” he tried to say, Marinette looked up at him, trying to make sense of the meaning in his words.  “If anyone’s going to get slapped around by the universe, and feel as if they don’t deserve to have someone who’s seen different sides of them and still cares about them, it’s probably me,” he explained. 

Both of them finally knew what Roy was trying to do,  after all he had been painfully obvious. Jason himself tries to get a sharp batarang from his pocket, he assures Marinette, “Don’t worry Pixie, I’ll get us out of here and we can forget this ever happened.” 

 Marinette remains silent as Jason struggles against the wire tying them together, Tikki floats to her side and whispers into her ear. “Marinette, it's now or never.” Marinette looks back to see all the Plagg cheering her with a grunt. If lifting the piece of camembert with little enthusiasm counts as cheering. 

 Marinette takes a deep breath, and gathers her courage. “Jason?” she asks, and Jason pauses to look back at her.  Her face had a rosy pink glow as she leaned forward to give Jason a kiss. Jason pauses in shock at first before, and slowly melts to return the kiss. As the two kiss, Tikki helps untie the two. Just as Tikki finishes untying, Marinette and Jason hold each other in a tight embrace, eagerly savouring their newfound relationship. 

 Roy peeked his head through the window watching Marinette and Jason finally confess to each other. “About time you two got together” he cheered from the fire escape, giving the two a thumbs up and a big grin. This breaks Marinette and Jason from their affectionate moment together, embarrassing Marinette and annoying Jason. 

 Jason stomps over to the fire escape, Roy nervously greets Jason “Hey buddy, how’s it going?”

 Jason grabs Roy by the ankle, dangling him off the edge of the fire escape. “Pixie, why don't you give him a taste of his own medicine?” Marinete nods and walks over with the grappling arrow Roy shot at the two. 

 Roy pleaded, “Come guys, you two had it bad for each other it was obvious.” Marinette begins to tie Roy to the fire escape with the grappling wire. Roy attempts to struggle but Jason holds him down. 

 As Marinette progresses further in tying Roy up, his pleas become more and more desperate. 

 “I did you two a favour.” Roy begs, “Come on, is this how you two repay me? Help! Somebody! Batman! BATMAAAN!” Roy wailed. 

 Marinette and Jason ignore Roy’s begging. Once they were finished they both left, hand in hand, leaving Roy tied upside down to do some self-reflection. 

 BONUS 

Cupid: What's this I hear about you playing Cupid? 

Roy: Sorry, it was for two people who were actually in love. 

Cupid: Why you little- 

Roy: Cupid, it's been YEARS, you're a very attractive woman. It can't be that hard to find someone who loves you back, someone who doesn’t have a goatee.

#jasonette #jasonettejuly2021 #ml x dc #maribat

[catxsnow]

IMPERFECT MORNINGS J.T.

 Request: delivering on the more jason todd requests!! where it's the morning after and they're both in each other's arms and enjoying this moment of peace together and they're both so happy and domestic, then the moods broken by one of the batboys barging in and ruining the mood in a funny aww we ❤️ inlaws type a way.

Warning: fluff

A/N: Done my last exam for the Summer! now it’s vacation time :)

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Jason Todd was always filled with surprises.

When you first met him, you thought him to be some hardass player who didn't care. The more that you got to know him, the more you realized he wasn't like that at all. Jason was extremely thoughtful and caring, he enjoyed the small moments in life and he certainly wasn't the asshole you thought him to be.

Jason loved literature. He loved reading the classics like Dickens and he was always quick to give him opinion about the books. Art work was always hung up on his walls, different styles that you would have never expected him to like. Jason loved to cook for you and be romantic on evenings alone.

He was nothing like you expected.

Jason had a warm heart and and bright smile - when he decide to show it. You were the one that saw it the most. He rarely ever showed anything aside from a scowl with his family. Even with Roy and Kori he didn't particularly show it off. You were the exception that got see his soft side, and you loved it.

Early weekend mornings were the times you got to see him most relaxed. Jason would sprawl out in your bed, thinking to himself, reading a book, or watching whatever shitty television show was on. It was his time to collect himself from his crazy life, and he was always happy to have you by his side.

That morning, he picked up a book that hadn't been read in weeks, and continued with it. He sat up right, the hem of the blanket just barely covering his naked bottom half. You laid on your side, watching him with the utmost admiration as his eyes glazed over every word.

"You're so handsome," you suddenly spoke. Jason gained an amused smirk before he set his book down on his nightstand. He slid down his pillow until he was finally laying level with you. "You didn't have to stop reading, I just wanted to tell you that."

"When my beautiful, naked, partner, tells me I'm handsome, I'm not gonna ignore them," Jason informed. Your noses were only inches apart and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheeks. He reached out and pushed the loose hairs away from your face and kept his palm against your cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, more, Jay," You told him. Jason leaned enough just enough to peck your lips. He wanted these moments to last centuries. He was tired of having to fight for them, they shouldn't have to be a luxury for either of you. It isn't fair to withhold mundane things like laying in bed, but that's just his life. You knew what you were signing up for.

Jason was the most important person in your life. He had gotten you through so many tough times in your life. Red Hood might have been some what of a nuisance to the city, but he was your own personal hero. No matter the kind of trouble you were in, he was always going to be there to save you.

"What are you making me for breakfast?" You ask. The corners of your lips turned up at his faux shocked reaction. Jason always made you breakfast, and yet he always liked to joke that it was your turn this time. He never let you have your turn, no way was he going to let you stop him from spoiling you.

Jason didn't answer your question, but instead, tackled you into a hug. He warped his whole body around you so your face was against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. If you were safe in his arms, then he never had anything to worry about. Keep you safe was always his priority.

You wanted to ask when he was leaving again. Time with Jason always seemed short lasted. You never got enough of him, but you knew that he had his own responsibilities that he had to maintain. You decided against the idea, there was no point in spoiling your time with him now.

"You're the most perfect person I could ever imagine," Jason kissed the top of your head. You squeezed him a little tighter in response. "I can't imagine my life without you."

"Mmm, I love when you're in a sappy mood like this," you teased. Jason let you out of his hold so you could be eye level with him once more. He had a ridiculously happy smile on his face that wouldn't go away while looking at you - which only proved your point even more. "Makes me feel all special inside."

"I thought I made you feel pretty special last night," Jason retaliated. He dragged his hand down the side of your body until landing just barely on your ass. You rolled your eyes at him, but didn't disagree. “Every think about what life would be like if I gave up being the Red Hood?” 

“Every day,” you admitted. It was hard seeing him run off to some sort of battle and unsure if he was going to make it back. As much as you loved him, you wanted stability. “But it’s something that I would never ask of you. Saving people means to much to you, I know that.” 

“One day,” Jason began. He paused to kiss your lips, lingering there for not long enough. He glanced up from your pleading lips to your eyes that held so much adoration for him. Adoration that he sometimes didn’t believe he deserved. “One day, having a family with you is going to mean more than anything.” 

“I look forward to that day, my love,” You smiled. Jason kissed you once more, pulling you closer, twinging your legs together. It was true, having a family with you was what drove him to be better every day. It was what drove him to get home every night. 

Being with you, it was more love than he could ever ask for. 

"Todd. (L/N)."

You nearly jumped at the sound of Damian's voice. He was standing in the door way of your room with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't look pleased to there, nor the fact that both of you were naked still, even with the sheets covering you. Jason flipped around to face the door, and who was intruding on his time alone with you.

Damian was dressed in his civilian clothes and with his hair slicked back like this father. Bruce was always difficult to get along with, Jason's opinions on the man weighed to heavily for you. Damian, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy your presence quite a lot.

"How the fuck did you get in?" Jason asked. He made sure that security in your home was top of the notch, there was no way he was going to let something happen to you when he was gone. Jason looked between Damian and you, then proceeded to pull the blankets up higher on you.

"I gave him a key," You sighed, regretting your decision. Jason gave you a questioning look. "He broke my door! Twice! I was tired of having to pay for new ones."

"Why are you here, twerp," Jason reluctantly asked. The last thing he wanted was his morning with you to be ruined with the likes of his family. Especially Damian. Under the blanket, you grabbed his hand, hoping that he wouldn't do anything rash against the younger boy. You knew how irritating Damian could get.

"You're not answering your phone, any of them," Damian scoffed. He took another step into the room until noticing the clothes thrown on the floor. It took him a second to realize that both of you were in fact naked. Damian made a face and stepped back to his original place. "Father needs you."

"Yeah, well, I'm busy," Jason snapped.

"And I don't care," Damian narrowed his eyes. "Get up."

Damian slammed your bedroom door shut as he left your room. You and Jason both plopped back against your pillows. Jason rubbed a hand down his face in frustration. If Bruce was asking for his help, then it was obviously important. He never called otherwise.

Before Jason could even think about getting up, you hooked your leg over his and cuddled into his chest. He leaned down just enough to kiss you once more, prolonging it for as long as he possibly could. He didn't want to get up just to leave you, he does that enough as it is, this was supposed to be your time.

"I hate him," Jason muttered between several more kisses. Your hand resting on his chest glided up to his face, tracing the small scars that hadn't fully healed. Upon reaching one of the older, more emotional ones, he grabbed your hand and placed it flat against his cheek. "Forgive me? For leaving?"

"Always."

#jason todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd oneshot #jason todd x reader #dc imagine #dc one shot #dc #batfam #batfam imagine #batfam one shot

[pluviophile-bookworm]

HSMTMTS 2x8: the one I’ve been waiting for

Last week watching the new HSMTMTS was the last thing I did before going to bed (and let me tell you, I almost couldn’t sleep that night), but now I’m starting my day with it. I’m having trouble breathing just thinking about everything that could possibly lie ahead. I don’t think I’m ready, but I also can’t wait a second longer. So let’s dive right in!

Ahhh we got Big Red doing the recap! We’re off to a strong start, I see.

Ok, so I don’t know which is funnier (objectively): Reddy calling Antoine ‘Napoleon’ or the ‘zat man looks ridiculous’ line delivery -- I mean, I do not condone Antoine’s behaviour when he said that line, but ABF makes impertinence sound funny. Still, ‘Napoleon over here’ is my new favourite thing to call Antoine.

I am absolutely loving Miss Jenn in this scene (’when they go low, we sing high’, anyone), but why’s she threatening my Sebby? She has no right.

Ahhhhhhhh we’re getting the Gaston scene! I mean, of course I knew that, but I still don’t think I’m ready for the sheer awesomeness...

Ok, things are awkward between Ashlyn and her Biggie (see, I noticed she calls him that and that’s why I chose to call him Reddy instead)... hope they’ll be fine though. I know what they have is stronger than some so-called French bloke trying to come between them.

I... forgive me, I need to take 5... the Gaston number is a thousand times better with the choreography! Big Red performing his heart out, EJ making Gaston look effortless just like he did in the audition, juggling those eggs, and then the dancers... glorious, indeed.

‘Keep our heads down and our chins up’ ... and Seb trying to physically do it... adorable! But why is Miss Jenn being so harsh to him today? I don’t like that.

Ok, so I’m happy for Nini (or is it NIna?) and I’m happy for Olivia, but I just don’t seem to be able to get invested in her, either in the show or in real life. I don’t know why, but that’s just how I feel. To each their own, I always say.

EJ making the Career Day announcement in the middle of Ricky and Nini’s conversation is just... a choice. An interesting choice on the part of whoever wrote it.

Yikes, Ricky! What is it with guys and violating Nini’s phone’s privacy?

Ok, so I was an advocate for ‘EJ and Gina emphatically as friends’, but I think I’m sold on them romantically. It’s kind of hard for me here -- as an aro, I’m uncomfortable with the ‘everything evolves into romance and revolves around romance’ approach, but as an unapologetic shipper, I think this episode is going to shatter my heart and then heal it and then shatter it again.

‘How many of you are familiar with the phrase “Seize the day”?’ Um, yeah, I love Newsies! You know, for someone who has never seen it and has only heard a couple of songs from it... where was I?

Ooh, we’re getting Jennzara content! After all that ‘Zacky Roy’ action, I’m ready for this.

And here, Carlos struggling to make the part of Chip sound good just goes to prove that this part is too small for Sebby! You don’t just go from Sharpay to Chip like that. I mean, I kind of see it... Seb’s got a Chip-worthy smile; but at the end of the day, Chip hasn’t got a Seb-worthy song, nay, showstopping number.

I won’t lie, seeing Big Red give Ricky the treatment he’s been getting from him was low-key (high-key) satisfying. But I can’t even tell you why I’m suddenly starting to empathise with Ricky here. Still, Reddy is right - Ricky’s been here before. Or if I might quote Carlos here, ‘Is this Mamma Mia 2, cos here we go again!’

You know, Ashlyn is right. Ignore the test. Career tests are bull. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve got the most ridiculous results on these things... though I guess ‘mediator’ isn’t so far removed from ‘translator’, which is my dream job that I’m working towards. I guess career tests are like horoscopes and prophecies -- they’re not meant to be taken literally, but require reading between the lines.

‘I live to serve’ Oh Reddy, don’t be like that! I mean, I know working in the service industry is one thing and being a doormat is another, but right now it just kind of seems like he’s equating them in his mind and putting himself down because of it, and he’s being outwardly cheerful for the benefit of others. Maybe it’s not just Ricky who needs therapy, and Reddy definitely needs a LeFou of his own, to cheer him up and lift his spirits, and remind him how brilliant he is.

You know, I think both Kourtney and Howie make some valid points here... but I’m afraid I’m with Kourtney on this one. It’s difficult to trust someone if you find out there’s a whole side of them you didn’t know.

Gosh, I’m so done with Rini. Even Carlos has an inside voice compared to what these two are demonstrating right now. How ‘main character syndrome’ of them is it to make a scene in the middle of the Slices?

Ohhhhh, Paris... gosh, why does everyone keep saying the wrong things with the best intentions in this episode? It’s frustrating.

Awwww, I can’t with these two! ‘The only other thing that makes me happy is you.’ But then he’s like ‘maybe it’s not enough’, and I just got a flashback of how he once told her ‘you are enough’... so I say, so are you, Reddy! You are enough, and Ash is just trying to do the best for you, but she’s kind of missing the point... but you are enough. And she knows it.

Awwww! S1 Mr Mazzara would never have. But I love this new version of him.

Ohh, the Duke talk! Ok, I don’t know how to feel about these two. I just want them to be close, always.

Is it just me, or does Sofia’s acting in this scene give off Cyrus’ coming out scene vibes?

And here we go again with the flashbacks. Nini and Ricky in the treehouse remind me how I felt during the ‘I love you’ scene last season... except this one is not the start of something new (as on-the-nose as that sounds), it’s the end of something old. It’s heartbreaking, but I think it’s necessary. And I think they both know it. If it’s meant to be, they’ll find their way back to each other -- when they’re both more mature. They need to grow separately for the time being.

Oh my, oh my! It’s the ‘If I Can’t Love Her’ scene, and it hits even harder than it might have, because this is actually the first time I’m ever hearing this song. Fan of BATB as I am, I am just not familiar with the stage version of it and so there are some songs I just have never heard. But they hit hard. 

Aww, Ashlyn with the Slices shirt! And EJ declining Duke after that was the only future he could see for himself... And Big Red being the absolute best, most supportive friend always and forever, whatever is going on in his own life... if I had a friend like him, I’d never let them go. And I’d never let them forget how amazing they are.

Ok, but I’m crying... I have been since the song started, and I think I will be for a long time after it’s ended... this episode really did break my heart. But it healed it, too. How weird is that? This was a ride. Enough to last me the week, I hope.

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts s2 #nini salazar roberts #ricky bowen #big red redonovich #ashlyn caswell #ashlyn moon caswell #ej caswell #gina porter #carlos rodriguez #seb matthew-smith #kourtney greene #howie hsmtmts #miss jenn hsmtmts #benjamin mazzara #rini #seblos #redlyn #ashlyn x big red #big red x ashlyn #jnk

[criminalmutantsins]

Top 10 Favorite Young Justice Characters

10. Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle

Starting off the list is Blue Beetle. Young Justice introduced me to him, and I was hooked. He’s probably the most mellow and calming voice. His arc and relationship with Bart (friendship or not) were my favorite aspects of S2. They bounced off each other in every scene. I was very disappointed when Jaime and Bart were sidelined so much, and hope S4 changes this (particularly with Bart).

Jaime in the number 10 spot since he doesn’t really have much of a memorable personality. Still love him to bits though.

        9. Will Harper/Red Arrow

Funny enough, I did not like Will. He was an asshole in S1; S2 kind of changed my mind about him but not enough since he didn’t appear as much. What really changed my mind was the episode “Private Security” (S3 Ep.4). I started looking back into Will’s storylines and, I have to admit, his is probably one of the best character development.

The first season had him unwillingly living a lie and betraying the people he cared for. In season 2 he was so consumed into finding the original Roy for five years, not even caring or focusing about his own life. I felt really bad for Will because he was probably going through an identity crisis and thought he couldn’t live his life without finding Arsenal. Probably felt guilty.

Seeing him living his own life and being happy with his daughter was so heartwarming. I smiled every time Will appeared in the latest season (totally ignoring the Will x Artemis fiasco), especially with Lian. I’m very proud of him.

I feel bad for putting him so low, yet I adore the next characters more.

 8. Garfield Logan/Beast Boy

I have been a massive Beast Boy fan since Teen Titans so you probably can imagine how excited to see him. His origin story was unique and his brother-sister bond with M’gann was very sweet. It was pretty weird seeing how much younger Gar was than Dick, but I got used to it. I was bummed that Gar wasn’t in S2 as much; however, S3 truly made up for it. 

After watching Beast Boy being a great leader in S5 of Teen Titans, I wanted a leader-like and more mature version of him. Young Justice truly delivered with Gar being the leader of the Outsiders. It’s nice to see him treated with respect rather than as a joke because that was my biggest gripe with Teen Titans. Though it was weird seeing him not crack a joke at all.

Gar’s story with his mom was heartbreaking to see. I literally cried seeing his reaction to revisiting his trauma in S2 and S3; I just wanted to hug and tell him how awesome he is. My only complaint with Gar in S3 was that the Outsiders weren’t established until near the end of the season.

His voice actor being Greg Cipes also gives him extra points (He’s a chill guy and radiates BB energy).

 7. Dick Grayson/Nightwing/ Robin I 

Sorry to all the hardcore Nightwing fans.

I love Dick (don’t get any ideas), but he doesn’t get enough development in the spotlight. One of the things I really wanted to see from him is his growth as a main leader, and his journey to becoming Nightwing. I was really bummed when these happened between the first two seasons.

To be honest, I don’t have as much to say about him other than straightforward qualities I enjoy about him.

1.His Voice (it’s so soothing)

2.His Personality (very charismatic)

3.Very Handsome (Probably in the top 3 my most handsome YJ Men list)

I put him higher than the others since he made a lot of contribution to the story and his new words (gotta love that aster!)

6. Megan Morse/M’gann M’orzz/Miss Martian 

If I made this list during S1, M’gann would have probably been in my top 3 (maybe even No. 1), but S2 didn’t give her any brownie points.

I really liked S1 Miss Martian because of her kind heart, awkward girl next door personality. Her trouble fitting in the beginning reminded me of when I was going through a time in high school; seeing her having trouble as well helped me feel not so lonely. M’gann powers were (still are) my favorite since I am a big fan of mind-like powers. I would feel so powerful. Watching her identity crisis(?) arc was great too. I’ve had trouble feeling comfortable in my own skin as well as my social anxiety (I’m a mess) and I could understand how scared Megan was of her friends’ thoughts on her true form. 

Oh boy. Season 2 basically ruined her. Learning what she would do to enemies was terrifying to see and left me wondering what happened to Miss Martian that made her step this far. What she almost did to Superboy was almost unforgivable. You do not try to manipulate with your boyfriend’s mind when you guys have an argument! Shame on you M’gann. If Superboy hadn’t forgiven you then I wouldn’t have either.

Good thing S3 somewhat redeemed her. Her kind heart was noticeable again and she refused to do that mind trick again (thank god). Very excited for the Superboy and Miss Martian wedding! Please creators, I beg of you to not skip over it. I want to cry my eyes out in happiness!

 5. Kaldur’ahm/Aquaman/Aqualad 

Now we’re in the top 5 with Aqualad (*ahem* Aquaman) starting it off.

Creating Kaldur was the best decision the creators ever did. I love him with all my heart!

He added diversity to the original team and was a great leader. S1 was not his breakout season, though the second season definitely was.

Kladur played the villain so well that he deserves an automatic Oscar. I never doubted that he was with the heroes, but he didn’t disappoint. My favorite part about Aqualad’s performance was when he rose from the ocean slowly like a cliché villain (he made it work), and the line he said right after he “killed” Artemis; it sent me chills. Love it! 

Pretty disappointed that he didn’t appear as much in S3. Very happy that he is a part of the LGBTQ+ community and is in a happy relationship. I’m a part of the community and loved that there was finally some representation in one of my favorite shows. Even so, I have to criticize how rushed and sidelined it was. I hope Kaldur and Wyynde’s relationship gets development.

 4. Kon-El/Conner Kent/Superboy

Like Will, I did not like Superboy at first. Mainly angry and volatile characters were never really my cup of tea. I do understand why he was upset and felt bad for him; I just handle anger the direct opposite as him. My love for Conner started growing around the end of S1. He was very sweet towards Miss Martian (bless him for not caring about her appearance) and his anger was in control.

Season 2 pretty much switched my opinions on him and M’gann. It was awful what M’gann almost did to him. That scene with him being so sad that what she did ruined that special bond they had almost made me cry. I wanted to give him a hug. He grew so much too since I don’t think he would have handled the whole M’gann drama as well in S1. A lot of furniture would’ve been broken.

I gotta admit something. I almost put Conner near the bottom (maybe no. 7). A comment in a poll in Amino changed my mind. I wrote a poll asking other fans who did they prefer SB or MM. At that point I said SB, though I didn’t think much of it. Someone (specifically yjfangirl) responded “Superboy has the best development in the show.” This had me thinking about how far SB has gone. In the beginning, Conner was an angry guy who felt alone and rejected by the person who he was meant to emulate. Now he is happier and living for himself rather than to be the next Superman. He’s getting married people! A little detail I noticed when rewatching S3 was Superboy mentioning to new characters that they weren’t obligated to be a hero because of their abilities. I adored this! The main reason why Superboy was created to be Superman if the original ever died, and another one of Luthor’s puppets. But he strayed from that pressuring path and is doing his own thing. Conner doesn’t want other people to feel like he did. What an absolute pure soul.

Also, yjfangirl, first I want to say Hi (*waves*)! Then say thanks for writing that comment. It made me really think about the bigger picture with SB and my love for him as grown exponentially. You probably didn’t mean to do that, but I still want to thank you. 😊

 3.Wally West/Kid Flash

We’re in the elites now.

I don’t know how to explain it, I just love Wally. He makes me laugh, and his character growth was great. At first, Wally was this cocky flirt who didn’t take the hero work as seriously. That changed in “Cold-hearted,” one of my favorite episodes in the series. This was when I really started seeing more of Wally than being this dumb flirt. It was great seeing him actually caring about helping people since I believed for a long time that he wanted to be a superhero to just have powers rather than actually protect others. The regret in his eyes when he thought his impulsive behavior killed Perdita helped me see who he really was- this somewhat arrogant speedster who had a kind heart. Episodes that can make me change my perspective on characters are truly special.

I was very upset that he wasn’t in S2 a lot. I understand why since he gave up the life, but I was still bummed. Seeing him being so loving and protective towards Artemis was amazing. Spitfire is my favorite ship and I will not give up on them. All I want is a happy ending! The penultimate episode of S3 was a hint that it will happen. Watching the S2 finale was heartbreaking, I cried watching him disappear, his love for Artemis being the last things he said. Artemis’ reaction did not(I just wanted to hug her). 

I have more to say, though I’m leaving it for another post. 😉

 2.Bart Allen/Kid Flash II/Impulse

Picking between Bart and Wally for second place was tough. Took me a while to decide; I’ll talk about it later on.

The moment Bart made his appearance, I absolutely adored him. He is amazing and I live for his hyper, fun attitude. His arc and relationship with Jaime were my favorite aspects of S2. What can I say, their chemistry is great to see.

That scene when he was meeting the Flash family was so adorable. His excitement was infectious and spoiling his dad and aunt’s births was hilarious! I watch it occasionally whenever I need a good laugh or reason to smile.

Unlike most time travelers- at least the ones I’ve seen- Bart was very involved with what was going on and befriended his biggest enemy- evil and weirdly huge future Blue Beetle. He was pretty careful about disclosing very important information and took things very seriously. You never know if disclosing everything was the thing that brought the world to chaos.

What I found interesting was his choice on how to interact with everyone. He seemed pretty gloomy in the future, but decided to portray this cheerful, devil-may-care attitude to be more likable. I understood (still kind of do). I had terrible mental health issues and I pretended to be happy in front of loved ones because I thought they wouldn’t care about me anymore. Bart got some brownie points for that.

I was dissatisfied when his role was greatly reduced. I wanted the creators to go further with Bart by revealing his past and how it affected him. He was pretty much comedy relief. You couldn’t imagine how disappointed I was, especially with it involving my second favorite character. Season 4 better change that.

I know that you shouldn’t assume a character’s sexuality, yet I really hope Bart is gay. There needs to be more clear representation and Bart can be one of them. I’m also a Bluepulse and Bartuado shipper (fine with either one as long as Bart’s bond with each of them stays strong).

Anyway, I mentioned that I would explain why I chose Bart for 2nd place over Wally. It mostly stems from wishful thinking. I really want S4 to have Bart as a main character since I believe the future will be strong plot point in the season. Development could surely happen such as Bart opening up more about what he went through. Let all those feelings go.

I’m going to write an article on my hopes for S4 when a release date is announced. Bart and Wally will most definitely be talked about.

 …..

We are finally near the end!

And my No. 1 favorite character is…

Drumroll please!

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1.Artemis Crock/Tigress/Artemis

That’s right people!

Artemis Crock, original member of the Team and daughter of villains!

She is such an inspiration to anyone who wants to go their own past without their parents’ support.

It’s hard to describe how much I love Artemis. She’s brave, strong-willed, and a kind person. It’s crazy how great of a person she is after all the terrible things that happened to her. I look up to her because I don’t have a healthy relationship with my parents (verbal and mental abuse) and there are times I don’t feel strong enough to stand on my own. I want to carry the amount of strength Artemis has as my own.

After all that happened in S2, it was amazing to see Artemis come back to the team and train the new generation. It must have been hard to walk away from a safe, comfortable life for a chaotic, dangerous life. I admire that in everyone, but I hold more respect for Artemis since “the life” “killed” Wally. I wanted to hug her so bad.

She’s also one of the kindest people in the show, the events in S3 being the best example. When Zatanna was crying about her dad, Artemis was there to comfort her. It was so sweet! Roy and her also took in Halo and Terra like they were a part of the family; the archer treated them like the best big sister. That rainstorm scene was heartwarming to the core.

Wouldn’t Artemis be an amazing mother? Lian and her have a strong bond like a mother and daughter; I loved it, and Lian is in good hands with Roy and Artemis. Though Jade deserves a chance to be a mother. Artemis also seemed to enjoy taking care of those kids in that S1 episode. Wally too. You guys know what I’m guys insinuating. 😉

Get ready for some fanfics on that someday.

My favorite Artemis-centered episode was the second to last episode of S3. I was waiting for this episode centering around Artemis missing Wally and learning to move on. It was great yet heartbreaking. Nothing bad happened. That Will and Artemis kiss never happened. Everyone makes a mistake. No matter how terrible it was.

Anyway, seeing Artemis and Wally living their lives and having a baby gave me life, even if it was fake. It was a vision of the future. I will believe this until there is confirmation that Wally will not come back.

Did anyone else cry when Artemis was so desperate to, but Wally wouldn’t let that happen (the real Wally would do that)? They are a great example of a healthy relationship with all the love and support they have for each other. I want that.

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[fullmetalscullyy]

Royai prompt: Are you flirting with me, Colonel?

thank u sm for the prompt!! it was so fun to delve into this even if i can’t flirt to save my life lmaooo hope u enjoy some royai banter and roy just trying to make riza smile uwu

rated: t | words: 1991 | tags: wedding, alcohol, romance, flirting

read on: ao3 | ffnet

The atmosphere in the room was electric as Roy made his way through it. The party was in full swing and the dancefloor was filled with people, dancing their cares away and having a good time.

Roy watched as Edward danced with Winry in the centre of the dancefloor. Alphonse and Mei were beside them, all four laughing together as they moved in time to the music. Havoc was trying to impress Catalina with his “moves” but they weren’t very impressive. He looked quite hopeless, unable to find the beat properly, but he was still having a good time and that was all that mattered. Catalina laughed with him though and the way she hung onto his arm told Roy that it didn’t really matter. She was impressed by him despite his awful timing with music. Fuery and Breda were deep in conversation with Falman and his wife, talking animatedly with red rosy cheeks, flushed from the alcohol and their amusement.

It was a wonderful scene to witness. It made Roy smile widely as he wandered over to where his companion was waiting for him, a glass in each hand.

Riza was sitting at the table they’d been allocated for the meal, opting to remain there and watch, pleased, as everyone had fun and celebrated Edward and Winry’s wedding.

The dress she was wearing was high backed and formed a collar around her throat. It was a pale pink colour and fell down to her ankles, swishing mesmerizingly every time she walked. It also revealed her shoes which matched the colour of the dress perfectly. The heel on them was small but it was still enough to give her an extra inch in height. On her wrist there was a silver bracelet she’d received as a gift “a long time ago”. Roy had bought her it for her birthday once. He’d been surprised to see her wearing it and Riza had just smiled warmly at him once he noticed and recognised the piece of jewellery, saying nothing more on the matter.

Taking a deep breath, Roy tried to collect himself as he approached her. She was the epitome of beauty and grace today and it was extremely distracting. But in the most wonderful of ways.

“Excuse me, Ma’am?” Roy grinned and dropped his voice as deep as he could, changing it completely.

The effect worked because Riza turned around at the surprised interruption. It was clear she didn’t recognise who it was who’d approached her. Once she realised though her shoulders fell, and she shook her head fondly at his antics.

“Is this seat taken?” He continued his charade, pleased to have gotten such a surprised reaction from her from his joke.

She rolled her eyes and said nothing. Roy did manage to catch the smile she tried to hide though once she looked away.

“A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be left sitting alone at a party such as this,” he added, speaking lowly as he handed her the wine glass in his left. “You should shoot the bastard who left you all alone. How rude of him.”

“Are you flirting with me, Colonel?” The Lieutenant lifted a disapproving eyebrow that strongly hinted that he better not be. “Well,” she smirked, “are you trying to?”

“You wound me, Hawkeye.” He clutched at his chest for dramatic effect. “So what if I am?” His reply was nonchalant as he settled into his chair and took a sip of his whisky. It went down smooth, settling inside his chest and spreading warmth across it.

“I would have to disapprove, of course.” Her tone gave nothing away so Roy tilted his head so he could get a better read on her out the corner of his eye.

“You would ‘have to’, huh?”

“Of course, sir,” she replied evenly. Her wine glass lifted to her perfectly painted lips and Roy was distracted for a moment as he watched her move. “It would be highly unprofessional, wouldn’t it?”

Roy hummed noncommittally, pulling himself out of his distracted thoughts.

“In response to your violent proposal,” she added, “lucky for you, my weapon is concealed, and I don’t intend to remove it at a friend’s wedding, sir.”

That interested Roy. He hadn’t seen a weapon anywhere on her person. But then, Roy thought dumbly, that was the whole point.

Damn this alcohol and your ability to be so easily distracted by her. Not that he really minded that last part though.

“Like you said, it’s a wedding. It’s where people show their love for one another,” he shrugged.

“By trying poor pickup lines on me? Now you’re begging me to shoot you,” she deadpanned, and Roy laughed to himself as he watched the rest of the room. “At least if I do it will keep you quiet.”

“Well, I can turn it on more if you’d like me too?” He flashed an excited smile at her.

Riza groaned in response. She pressed a hand to her face. “Please don’t.”

“So, do you come here often, Ma’am?” His voice dropped to the same deep one he’d used before as he joked with her. It resulted in a sideways glare from Riza.

“That’s another poor effort. Even from you.”

“So, it’s not working?”

She scoffed. Loudly. “Not one bit.”

He sighed dramatically. “Darn.”

“I would’ve expected better than that from the likes of you.”

“Well, I thought it was funny,” he snickered, thoroughly enjoying their banter.

“You would.” There was no real ire in her eyes, nor irritation. Just fondness as she shook her head at him.

“All right,” he relented, lifting his hands in surrender, “I’ll stop.”

“I think that would be best, sir.”

Looking over, he was worried she really was annoyed at him now, but her expression was neutral. However, there was a hint of a smile on her face and she shook her head minutely as she placed her glass back on the table.

“Your flirting is so terrible that I cannot bear to listen to it any longer,” Riza added after a beat. One corner of her mouth quirked up into a smirk as she laughed at his surprised expression. “I can’t believe you actually use those on your dates.” She was enjoying teasing him.

His jaw had gone slack and he huffed in mock indignation. “It wasn’t that bad,” he joked, pretending to be sullen.

“It was torture.”

“Hush, you,” he glared at her.

“Is that an order, sir?”

The mood of the conversation shifted. Roy refocussed his attention on Riza as he picked up her husky tone. She looked at him over the rim of her glass. Her smile was playful and her eyes were sparkling with amusement. However there was something else in there too. Something that wasn’t completely innocent.

Roy swallowed. “Do you want it to be?” He was dumbstruck suddenly, left reeling by the wanting look in her eyes.

Her expression broke down and she started to laugh. Roy blinked and was snapped out of the spell she’d cast upon him with just a single look and one suggestive question.

“What?” He recovered quickly then frowned at her laughter.

“That’s how you do it, sir.” She’d leaned in close to speak to him softly and Roy was caught off guard by the wonderful smell of her perfume that wafted his way.

“You played me,” he cried as loudly as he dared. No one was around but it still wouldn’t do to draw attention to them both loudly.

She giggled. Riza actually giggled. Once more, Roy was rendered mute. All he could do is stare at her as she winked at him playfully and nudged his knee with her own underneath the table.

“I’m simply better at it than you. Clearly,” she snorted.

Roy huffed and crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl.

“Don’t feel bad, sir.” Her neutral tone was back however she still looked far too pleased with herself. “We all have our strength and weaknesses.”

He muttered to himself underneath his breath.

“But,” she sighed, “I suppose we should stop. I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation any more than I already have.”

“You are relentless today, Lieutenant,” he muttered.

“You said it yourself. Call it payback for leaving a lady alone by herself at a party.”

He uncrossed his arms and sat up straighter in his chair. “I didn’t say that.”

She narrowed her eyes at him with a smile. “Yes you did.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I said a pretty lady.”

The skin of her nose and cheeks turned a shade pinker after his compliment. Riza coughed and looked away from him but Roy could see her hiding her smile behind the rim of her glass.

“And that was the truth,” Roy added, tilting his body over towards her and dropping his voice low. “I wasn’t joking when I said that.”

“Sir,” she scolded lightly.

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Just telling the truth,” he defended.

Her mouth snapped closed and she was silent for a moment. “Hush, you,” she muttered finally, cheeks still pink.

“Are you telling me to lie, Riza?” He acted scandalised, opening his mouth in shock at her suggestion.

“Fine,” she relented, looking around their vicinity to see if anyone could overhear, but there was no one to be found. “I’ll admit, it is nice to hear.” She mumbled it so quietly that Roy had to lean forwards to hear her.

“I’ll just have to tell you at every opportunity I can then.”

A warning look was shot his way.

“And I’ll do it, too,” he grinned brightly. “You know I will.”

“Maybe I will extract my weapon.” She lifted a hand to her chin and tapped it with one finger as she pondered the thought.

The two fell silent, laughing quietly together as all joking was dropped for the moment. Her eyes lingered on his for a moment longer and Roy couldn’t look away no matter how hard he tried.

“Thank you, Roy,” she murmured.

“For what?”

“For being so good to me.”

“It’s what you deserve,” he replied simply. “If I could show you it every day then I would.”

“I know,” she reassured him with an appreciative look. “I would do the same.”

“You already know you own this,” he added quietly. He stretched above his head but as his hands lowered he tapped the left side of his chest above his heart, feigning that it was just a tic of his. “That will never change.”

Riza’s hand slowly moved underneath the tablecloth, as if she was moving to fix her dress. She tapped his knee with the back of her hand and Roy slid his own hand underneath it too. Riza latched onto it tightly, giving it a hard squeeze of gratitude. Roy smiled at her, lost in her eyes, and stroked his thumb over the skin on the back of her hand. Suddenly, everything else just fell away. The party, the noise, the music, it was all gone. It was just the two of them.

Subtly looking around one final time, Riza deemed it was safe to speak what was on her mind. Still, her glass was lifted to her lips so her mouth was hidden from the rest of the room, but Roy could still see it moving. She paused before she took a drink.

“I love you,” she breathed.

Roy squeezed her hand tightly in his. Then, he extracted it from her hold but didn’t let Riza move far. He guided her hand to rest flat atop his knee. The warmth from her palm seeped into his trousers, making him smile to himself. Maintaining eye contact, he drew a love heart on the back of her hand and placed his own atop hers, covering it completely.

“That’s a new one,” she commented softly.

He grinned at her. “I like to keep things fresh, Lieutenant. And I return your sentiment. Wholeheartedly.”

#ask #just-trying-my-best-everyday #royai #royai fic #royai oneshot #emma writes #fic request #royai banter for d a y s

[sparkleofpizza]

The archer - Tim Drake x reader 1/?

Hey guys, how are you doing? I have been working on this story for a while now and decided to finally post it, I am currently still writing the next parts because I decided to change a few ideas I had previously, but this is mainly just me giving Tim Drake some love and incorporating a bit of my love for Arrow too. Hope you guys like it and feel free to request me anything if you'd like, I write for the batboys, Wally and Conner. 

Requested: no

Warnings: some swearing

Summary: Y/n Queen will be living in the Wayne Manor for a while, and Dick Grayson decided to be the Cupid between her and his little brother Tim Drake.

Word count: 2.228

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

The Wayne manor was silent that day, Bruce had everyone prepared for the arrival of a guest. The four boys were pissed off as why they had to make sure their rooms were organized, it was not like the guest would sleep in there. Dick and Jason didn't even live there anymore, but they gave up on arguing after one pointed look from Alfred.

When the doorbell finally rung, the boys were all too busy playing around in the cave - somewhere they found out they would have privacy, after all there was no way the guest would get there. So they weren’t there to greet you as you found your way around the house, after being greeted by Bruce and Alfred, letting them take your bags to the room you’d be staying at and showing you around.

You ended up standing in front of the clock, you knew pretty well what that clock meant, your brother had told you about that. You had a vague idea that the boys would be there - you really wanted to meet all of them - but didn’t want to intrude, this wasn’t your house after all and Bruce was already being nice enough to let you stay over while your brother was away in some business. So you went back to your room, deciding to meet them when was the right time.

And it actually didn’t take long for you to run into one of them. You collided with a huge body, making you land in your butt as you looked up to see none other than Jason Todd. He started down at you.

“Who are you?” He asked, frowning "Are you the guest Bruce told us about?"

“Hello to you too, Jason.” You rolled your eyes at the boys antics, pushing yourself up “It’s nice to see you again.”

He started at you for a few seconds before realization drowned on him. You are Y/N Queen, Oliver’s young sister and Roy’s ‘sister’ as well. He hasn’t seen you such a long time he almost didn’t recognize you.

“Y/N?!” He questioned, too surprised, patting your shoulder “Oh, it’s good to see you again. You look so different from the last time I saw you.”

“That’s because the last time you saw me I was sixteen.” You smirked up at him “Which means you’re getting a bit old.”

He narrowed his eyes at you “You’re like eighteen now or something?”

“Nineteen, actually.”

He nodded, leading you downstairs to the kitchen “Well, you’re still underage so you still have to respect me and do what I say.”

“When have I ever done something people tell me to do? I literally went after a serial killer on my own when I was fifteen just because Ollie told me to stay out of it.”

Jason nodded his head, remembering Roy complaining about something like that. He didn’t pay much attention at the story at the time because he thought it was boring and he had better things to think of, such as his revenge on Bruce, but now it seemed amusing a small girl like you trying something like that. He made a mental note to ask you more details about it later.

“I hope none of you are doing anything imprudent, we have a visitor and that would be really bad looking for you all.” Jason exclaimed, entering the kitchen with you by his side 

His three brothers were sitting on the counter, fighting over the last cookie Alfred had made earlier. Their heads shot up in curiosity trying to find out who was there with their brother. Hoping it wouldn't be the mysterious guest.

You stood still, pushing some hair from your face and offering them a friendly smile. Oliver has told you about them, even Roy filled you in on who they were, you’ve seen pictures of them, after all they were Bruce’s Wayne kids, but damn, you didn’t expect them to be this good looking in person. 

“Todd, who’s this?” A small boy questioned, holding up a knife to point at you

You chuckled at that “I’m y/n, it’s really nice to meet you. Maybe you should let go of that knife, kids shouldn’t hold things that can hurt them.”

“I’m not a kid!” He yelled 

His brothers laughed at his face, Tim already taking a liking into you. If you got to bother Damian in less than five minutes into conversation than you were cool. Dick though you were funny and Jason smiled proudly just because he knew you before everyone else.

“This are my brothers, Dick, Tim and Damian.” Jason introduced them to you 

You smiled once again, taking a sit across from where they were. 

“So...” Dick started “Y/n, when did you and Jason get together?”

“What? You think we’re dating?” You almost gagged, taking a look at the boy beside you. From all the stories you heard about him from Roy, you were 110% sure that you’d never be able to feel something more for him “We’re not together.” You chuckled at the end

Jason narrowed his eyes “Y/n is the guest Bruce told us about, but hold on a second... Why did you sound so disgusted?”

“Because anyone would be disgusted if someone thought they were dating you, Todd.” Damian rolled his eyes, earning a few laughs from his brother and you, and a death glare from Jason

“Roy just tells me so much shit about you, and you guys are glued. It would be like dating Roy, totally weird.”

“Oh, you’re friends with Roy?” Tim asked, leaning in a bit, curious about how much you knew about them all

You smiled directly at him, flipping some hair from your face. He stared at you for a while, mouth slightly open before quickly shutting it close. You were so pretty and what a perfect smile you have. 

“Yeah, I’ve known him almost my whole life.” You replied, frowning a bit, thinking back into old memories of when things went down hill, but quickly smiled again at boy in front of you “So I know plenty about all of you.” 

That gave him the answer he needed. You knew about their nightly activities, which was better than having to lie all the time. Not like he was expecting to have you around all the time, you were just staying for a while. But he wouldn’t mind staring at your gorgeous e/c eyes, and pretty conquer smile. 

Dick’s eyes went wide, looking at his brother and than at you. An idea already popping on his mind, if you weren’t dating Jason, maybe that meant you weren’t dating anyone, since you stated you also weren’t dating Roy. Big chances of you being single. Watching you and Tim interact made him want to play match maker, oh he was desperate to play match maker.

“How old are you, y/n?” He blurted out loudly 

“I’m nineteen, why?”

“Oh! Nothing! Just curiosity. Did you know Tim is twenty-one? Only two years older than you! Funny, right?”

You nodded, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from laughing. Dick didn’t know how to be discreet.

It had been a couple of days since you’ve been at the manor and you noticed a couple of things:

1. Damian was a very hard person to socialize with, he was very judging and didn’t seem to enjoy your presence at all.

2. Jason was everything Roy told you about him, and that was kind of creepy.

3. Dick was definitely trying to play cupid, asking you random questions out of the blue and then stating facts about Tim.

4. Tim had a very weird sleeping pattern, was coffee addicted and the nicest to talk out of the four of them. 

You tried to live your days as normally as possible, but nothing normal is really normal in this family. You thought it was ok their vigilant routine, your brother was one as well, but weren’t they extreme sometimes?! No wonder Oliver said Bruce was uptight. They show zero emotions. 

You tried not to get in their way, not really bothering them when they were busy with patrol and cases. You figured your time of the day should be during the night, when the would be out of the manor and on the streets fighting crime. 

Going down to the kitchen to get some coffee, maybe something to eat and then you could silently laugh while watching Brooklyn 99. What you didn’t expect was to run into Tim during that.

He was pouring down coffee on his mug when you appeared on the doorway. He glanced up, smiling once he saw you.

“Did I wake you up?” He questioned, leaning down on the counter 

“No.” You shook your head, smiling back at him “I came to get some coffee. Shouldn't you be on patrol?" 

"It is my day off." Tim replied, watching you as he took a sip of his coffee

"So then... Can't sleep?"

“I normally don’t sleep. What about you?”

You arched your brows at that, pouring some hot coffee in a mug for you. Who normally doesn’t sleep?

“Just wanted to watch some Netflix in the quite of the night.” You shrugged “What do you normally do since you don’t sleep?”

"I just work on some cases."

That seemed unlikely. How could someone stay up all night just working on some cases? He certainly did other things, maybe he had a secret girlfriend and he would sneak her into his room at night and that's just what he told everyone he was doing? Working on some cases.

"But you do that all night? I doubt it's healthy. Don't you like have a secret girlfriend you're sneaking in and you just don't want anyone to find out about?"

Tim laughed at your statement, shaking his head. 

"I don't have any secret girlfriend or a real girlfriend for the matter. I like working at night. You could help me sometime, if you'd like?" A dust pink took over his cheeks, maybe he crossed the line by asking you join him in his room in the middle of the night, but you smiled at him 

"I'd love to help you on some cases. Shall we start now?"

He nodded, grabbing your hand and pulling you in towards his room. You smiled at the touch of your palms, his hand was way bigger than yours, but you liked how it felt against your skin. His fingers were cold. You could get used to holding hands with him, it felt nice.

You entered his room, looking at the place around you and seeing how it had so much of him in it. It smelled like coffee and his cologne, a nice combination. He closed the door behind you, leading you to his desk.

"So, what do you want me to help you with?" You questioned, leaning on the desk and staring at him 

He took a moment to admire you. Your face free of makeup, some natural redness on the skin that made you look cute, your hair down on your shoulders, and your comfy pijamas. 

"Have you ever worked on a case before?" You nodded, making him look at you with surprise. You smirked before he kept on talking "I'm trying to track down some of these weapon buyers, there's supposed to be a sale soon, but I can't point out the location yet."

"What are our leads?"

Tim smiled, showing you all the evidence he got before splitting up the job and the both of you starting to work. You sat on his bed with a laptop and he sat beside you with his own. Both clicking at the keyboard, trying to find new clues to find out the place of the weapon sale before it's too late. 

At some point of the night, you had decided to take a small break. Laying on your side, looking at Tim while he worked and holding a small conversation with him. But then you were too quiet and when he looked at you again, you had fallen asleep, holding on his shirt sleeve. 

He closed his laptop, carefully placing it on his night stand, trying not to disrupt you, and lied down himself. He tried to put some distance between your bodies, but you shifted only getting closer to him once you missed his body warmth, and he found himself trapped when you plopped a leg over his thighs. His cheeks turned red and he was really glad you were asleep so you wouldn't be able to see how flustered he was right now. 

Eventually, during the night, Tim wrapped his arms around you as your head was placed on top of his chest. And that's how Alfred found the both of you in the morning, having checked your room to wake you up for breakfast and being frighted to find an empty bed. 

"What you're staring at, Alfred?" Dick asked, waking past him on the hallway only to squeaky like a little kid once he saw you two asleep holding each other "I knew it! I knew they'd end up together!"

He grabbed his phone, snapping a couple of pictures before being rushed out of there by Alfred. Tim deserved some sleep, and the both of you looked too adorable together to be disturbed like that. 

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ONCE UPON A TIME IN AMESTRIS-CHAPTER ONE-THE ATOM BOMB

~ONCE UPON A TIME IN AMESTRIS~

~CHAPTER ONE~

~THE ATOMIC BOMB~

Riza Hawkeye’s boots clanked against the smooth, cold stone floor as she moved down the ornate halls she knew so well. Her broad shoulders were held tall and erect. Her thick blonde mane was pulled off her neck. She held her head high, keeping her gaze steely and her large chocolate eyes straight ahead. A frigid air of authority hovered around the Major, keeping all others at bay. Some would glance her way with timid eyes or offer a small, cordial smile. Some who had broken into the elite circle she moved in greeted her with a stiff salute and brisk “Good morning Major.” In return she would respond with an equally stiff salute and a tight smile.

All the while Riza refused to drop the icy, distant aura engulfing her. It was her only protection from prying, curious eyes. Whether it was due to her air of authority or her harden gaze she was given a wide girth.

All for the best.

It meant no one noticed how faded and pallor her ivory skin looked. No one saw how her calloused hands gripped the files she held for dear life. No one was able to detect the weariness and terror burning beneath those steady eyes.

Not a soul knew… and that was precisely how Riza wanted it. Sweet, beautiful ignorance was all that kept her moving forward. It allowed her to meander through her day as if nothing was wrong.

As long as she kept moving forward everything would be fine.

“Just keep moving. Just keep moving”

Riza repeated the words on an endless loop, letting them skin deep into her bones. On and on the mantra went with each clacking step in the vein hope it was a reality.

None of it mattered.

The Major couldn’t drown the knot clawing at her stomach. It radiated throughout her body, slowly infecting the chant circling in her head. It reminded her of an ugly truth she had been trying to steal into the depths of her soul;

Nothing was fine.

Nothing was fine, and there was no possible way for her to right it.

The brutal reality smacked her square in the face when her journey came to an end.

Riza found herself face to face with a pair of large, dark sumptuous doors. For a moment all she could do was stare at the intricate cravings and listen to her pounding heart. She could already feel her limbs and muscles grow numb. Her blood slowed to ice, sending shivers throughout her body. The sea of chatter and stomping boots morphed into nothing but roaring static.

Riza’s lips pursed into a hard line. She dug her nails into the abused files, letting her chest heave with a large breath. With a short, rapid blink she reached towards the cool handle and pushed the door open.

She was greeted by a large, open room swimming in sunlight. Despite her drumming heart and fragile nerves, Riza’s lips fought the urge to smile.

Everything about the airy room was blessedly mundane; everything from the grand window to the emerald chairs were unspeakably soothing. The symphony of scratching pens, rustling papers and screaming phones sliced through the wall of static. She felt a twinge of warmth as familiar voices danced in her ears.

This benign setting was almost enough to break through the wall she had erected. Her lips almost dared to turn into a small, friendly smile… until one voice rose above the chatter.

“Major General Mustang.”

The moment the deep, warm, baritone voice danced in her ears all warmth faded. Riza’s iron barriers were impenetrable once more. Every inch of her frame was numb and frigid. In fact, Riza could have sworn she felt her lungs contract and her heart stop.

The whole world stopped.

Riza swallowed, readjusting the files clutched to her chest. She kept her shoulders tight and square. The wall morphed into rigid steel, cloaking the fear screeching in her head.

The only spark of relief came from the fact she was a fly on the wall.

All eyes were focused on the scattered sheets of paper and other various task. All were ignorant of the creaking door or Riza’s creaking steps. Even the illustrious Major General-who always seemed to know the sound of her boots and stiff gate-was occupied with the phone in his hands.

Riza kept her head down as she pulled out her chair and sat. She quietly placed her paperwork in front of her and dived deep into them.

Rigid and regular… there was nothing out of the ordinary about the thin sheets of stark white paper resting before her. The small, ebony letters were neat and orderly. Riza could feel her heart rate begin to slow and her soul begin to relax, even with the Major General’s voice prattling behind her. If her attention held to the work before her all the wave of emotions and thoughts would fade into nothing.

“Oh, good morning Major Hawkeye.” Lieutenant Havoc said, taking a long drag of his beloved cigarette. Riza held up her hand and gave a small wave, ignoring the sudden swirling in her stomach.

“Good morning Lieutenant Havoc. If you don’t mind, please don’t smoke near me.” She mindlessly batted the powerfully foul smoke away from her face. The tall, strong framed blonde cocked his head. His cornflower blue eyes narrowed. Havoc crossed his arms over his broad chest as he reached up and plucked the offensive object from his thin lips.

“I’m sorry Major. I didn’t think you minded.” Havoc claimed, snuffing out his cigarette.

“She’s probably tired of all the secondhand smoke. I think we all are at this point.” A short, stocky auburn hair man barked. The room filled with mundane, comfortable chuckles. Any other day Riza would have felt the corner of her lips twitch into the smallest of smiles and her eyes roll.

On that brisk late winter day Riza remained detached, her dark eyes frozen to her safe, familiar work.

“Ha ha very funny Breda.” Havoc drawled, sitting his tall frame back in the chair. “Hey, isn’t tomorrow bring your dog to work day?” He questioned. Havoc tilted his up to gaze at the ceiling, tapping his finger to his chin. “I’m sure my big shepherd dog would love to meet you.”

“DON’T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT!” Breda shrieked, leaping out of his chair as all color drained from his tanned skin.

The Major remained unphased by the bickering, letting the sharp words and biting laughter roll off her shoulders. Her lips collapsed into a hard line, her ivory skin growing paler. Had anyone glanced her way they would have seen the green tint to her skin.

Much to her relief the room remained buzzing.

Havoc and Breada continued their banter, forgoing any attempt at feigning interest in their jobs.

Then there was second Lieutenant Fury. The pale, dark haired man was the smallest and frailest of the men. His bespectacled face was lost in his radio, his expert hands tinkering away.

There was First Lieutenant Falman. The graying man was the only officer who showed and ounce of Riza’s tireless drive. His large frame was slumped over his desk, his pen diligently scratching on smooth paper.

Finally, there was Major General Roy Mustang.

Though she refused to glance his way or acknowledge his existence, Riza could all to clearly picture the esteemed man. He was leaning back in his chair, his legs and arms both crossed. One hand gripped the phone and held it to his squared face. A pen dangled carelessly between the rough fingers of his other hand. His mess of midnight hair fell effortlessly into his moon slit, onyx eyes.

The very thought of Roy made Riza’s heart sputter, and all the tension in her body climb to her throat. Every fiber of her being wanted-no needed- to fool herself into believing he didn’t exist. His very presence sent her heart flying and her soul mad. Her fingers ached to run through his ebony mane. Her skin tingled for his fingers to trace every inch of her. Her lips burned. Riza wanted to ignore him and the fire he ignited deep within herself.

Yet it was impossible to block his baritone tones tickling her ears.

It was impossible to neglect the panic tearing her stomach apart.

If she didn’t know any better, Riza could have sworn her stomach was nothing more than liquid.

Riza’s pen came to halt as her stomach gave a violent churn. Burning bile climbed up her throat. Any remaining color fell from her oval face. A vile green hue possessed her alabaster features.

“Not now.” She thought, her free hand flying to her stomach. Her eyes fluttered shut as her breathing grew slow and labored. She staid as still as stone, praying her tumbling stomach would settle. Riza forced her eyes open. She willed her quivering hands to move-yet her stomach continued to swim.

Finally, the bile burst into her mouth. Without a second thought the Major rose from her chair and bounded to the door, bursting it open.

“Major?! Are you okay?” Fury cried, shooting up from his chair. All officers gazed at the open door, taking in the grand expanse of the humming hallway. Their faces were etched with stunned concern. Even Roy-who had otherwise been occupied with his phone call-gawked at the door, letting the phone slip through his fingers. He stood up, letting his hands fall to his desk.

“Okay… something is up with her.” Breda said, echoing what everyone else had been thinking.

“Yeah. Come to think of it wasn’t she late because of a doctor’s appointment she made at the last minute?” Havoc mused, bringing his hand to his chin once more. Roy blinked for a moment, the gears in his head slowly churning.

A last-minute doctor’s appointment…

Her request for Havoc to stop smoking around her…

A sudden bout of nausea…

Roy’s eyes widened as the dots quickly began to connect.

Could it be….

The Major General shook his head and waved his hand.

“She’s fine. I’m sure it’s just a bug.” He claimed. He happily let the words replace any stray thought and shield him from the curious stares around him.

“Back to work!” Roy barked, plopping back into his chair. Like the obedient underlings they were, each officer gave a salute and returned to their task. Roy leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head. His full lips curled into a satisfied, demonic grin. His chest bloomed with pride at the ordinary, mundane scene before him.

These were his men, his closest confidants and most trusted allies. They had saved the world together, and now they were fighting to keep their new, fragile peace together.

Not only was a new world being forged from the bones of bloodshed and loss, but their whole way of life was also up in the air.

Fuhrer King Grumman had slipped into the heavens almost a year ago, and much to the surprise of an entire nation the throne continued to remain empty.

This new world was full of chaos, uncertainty, hope and above all else opportunity.

And all of it was happening under his watchful eye.

“MAJOR GENERAL!! MAJOR GENERAL MUSTANG!” Roy jumped out of his skin, his heart exploding. He bent down and yanked the phone, thrusting it back into his ear.

“My apologies sir. I dropped the phone and got distracted by one of my officers. Continue, please.” The voice on the other end continued to twiddle and piddle about this and that and this and that. The words went in one ear and out the other as a soft hiss. His eyes were focused on the open door, waiting for a certain Major’s comforting and stoic features. He needed to hear her calm, commanding voice amongst the chatter.

God help him, but he wanted to hear that voice scold him into productivity.

He just wanted to see if she was okay.

When Riza made her way back into the room, his anxiety began to peak. The blond moved as if nothing had happened. Her shoulders were tall and stiff, her head was held high, and her hands were clasped behind her back. Riza was every inch the perfect soldier.

Yet the very sight of her sent Roy’s heart falling into his stomach.

Her skin was as white as bone, colored with a pale green hue. There was a line of sweat dotting her temples and brow. Her deep, chocolate eyes were glazed and stared at nothing.

“Hey, Major, are you okay?” Havoc asked, his blue eyes glued to her as she returned to her seat.

“I’m fine.” Riza claimed, lifting her pen and scribbling as if she hadn’t just emptied her stomach.

“Are you sure?” Havoc leaned in, taking in the major’s feeble features. “You look kind of green. And didn’t you go to the doctors this morning”

Riza’s pen froze, and her eyes narrowed. She took in a breath of air through her nose as she slowly raised her head.

“Were you listening to my private conversations First Lieutenant Havoc?” Riza questioned, her voice low and frigid. Havoc threw up his hands and pushed his chair far away from the glaring Major.

“No no! I didn’t do anything like that I just”

“Relax Havoc I’m not going to shoot you.” Riza sighed. “I did go to the doctor and it was kind of last minute, but it was just a normal appointment-nothing serious. As for what just happened the doctor thinks I have a touch of a stomach bug, but I’ll be fine.”

Roy’s eyes narrowed and zeroed in on the major. He watched her return to her stack of files, ignoring the chittering voice in his ear. He paid close attention to her movements, the cloudiness in her eyes and her trembling frame.

“Major General are you listening to me?!” Roy glanced towards the phone and held it away from his face.

“I’m sorry General I’m going to have to call you back.” Before the voice on the other end had the chance to destroy his ear drum, he slammed the phone on its hook.

“Rotten bastard trying to make me go deaf” He muttered.

“Major General did you just hang up on General Schmidt?” Riza asked, looking at Roy with a sober face.

“Yeah, I did, and I’ll pay for it later.” Roy claimed. He stood up and without a word made his way out of the room.

His officers looked at each other, their confusion radiating throughout the large room. The bewilderment in the air only grew thicker when the Major General marched in with a cup of water clasped in his hand. Roy went straight to Riza and placed the cup beside her.

“You are going to drink this cup of water and they you are going home to recover.” Riza stiffened, her fingernails digging into the thin paper.

“With all due respect sir I am perfectly”

“Are you disobeying a direct order from your superior Major Hawkeye?” Roy asked, leaning in closer to her. Riza froze, her eyes narrowing into a glare. For a moment, the two locked eyes as they attempted to dig into each other’s souls. After her stomach gave another, violent churn Riza’s iron resolve broke.

“Of course not sir.” She brought the cup to her lips, taking a large gulp of water. The cool liquid soothed her scratchy, aching throat. It seemed to give her a new surge of life. She would never say as such out loud, but she was thankful for Major General’s god given gift to avoid work.

“Just let me finish working on the file I started and then I’ll go.” Roy nodded, his lips twisting int a victorious smirk.

“Thank you Major. I hope you know I am just looking out for your wellbeing.” Roy claimed as he strode pridefully back to his desk.

“Yes sir, that’s very kind of you.” Riza nodded, busily jotting away. Roy continued to smize, his ego expanding like a balloon.

“I hope you know that most of these files need to be completed and taken to various departments today, and since everyone else is occupied and I’m not going to be here you’re going to have to finish them.”

Silence fell over the room as all eyes turned towards the still smizing Roy Mustang. He blinked at Riza for a moment, all thoughts vanishing as her words threatened to slap him back to reality.

“I’m sorry but why would I have to do YOUR files Major?” He chuckled, his ego only continuing to grow by the second.

Riza lifted her head and turned her focus on the smirking Major General. Gone was any trace of how ill she had felt. Her gaze was no longer lost and glassy, her expression free from mark of exhaustion and sweat. Roy was faced with a cold, clear stare that threatened to go to the jugular of his massive pride.

“But sir you forget that these files are for you and I’m simply helping you lighten your workload by handling them for you. So yes, you will have to do them.”

The famous-or infamous-ego popped, causing Roy’s chest to deflate. His shoulders slumped and his head hung.

“God damn it.” He muttered, letting his head fall into his hands.

Riza let her lips curl into the faintest of smiles as she continued to sip the water. Light snickers filled the room as Roy pondered his life choices.

Particularly the one where he taught Riza how to expertly forge his signature.

He lifted his head when he heard Riza’s foots clanking towards him. He found himself greeted with an outstretch hand a clean, if slightly abused, manila file held out towards him. He scowled before snatching it out of her hand.

“I appreciate your generosity today Major General.” Riza said, straightening her stance and planting her feet together. “I did finish that file as I said I would. However, I would appreciate if you would give it a quick look over. “She stated. Roy’s ebony eyes hardened as he lips twisted with aggravation.

In all the years she had worked under him Riza’s work had been nothing short of perfection. She was usual the eyes he trusted to look over his work.

What kind of game was she playing?

“Really? You want me to look this over?” He questioned in a slow, careful draw. Riza gave a sharp nod.

“Yes Sir.”

“And you want me to do it right now?”

Another nod.

“Yes, Sir that would be preferable.”

Roy huffed, causing strands of his wild mane to fly off his face.

When he opened the folder, he expected to be greeted by the depressingly familiar sight of paper work filled in Riza’s expert hand.

What he saw instead were those papers underneath a small note.

Come to my place AFTER you finish your work. We need to talk.

Roy snapped to attention, his back straight against his soft leather chair. His eyes grew wide as color slowly began to drain from his face. His limbs went cold. The dots he had tried to ignore once again began to connect, sending his heart into a marathon.

“She couldn’t be… She can’t be…”

“Is there a problem Sir?”

Roy raised his head, his eyes still wide with shock. The Major continued to stand still the only way a soldier could, her eyes never leaving his pale face. It took every ounce of power for Roy’s eyes to stay connected to hers and not travel to her seemingly unassuming abdomen. Every instinct screamed for him to grab her arm, drag her far away and force her to say what he already knew.

What did the illustrious Major General, former war hero and savior of his nation do?

He carefully slipped the note in his pocket, closed the file, placed it on his desk and cleared his throat.

“No. Your work is perfection as always Major Hawkeye. Everything is fine.” Roy claimed. He stood, mimicking Riza’s stoic posture. The look of pure incredulity and shock had melded into the cold, professional features they all knew so well.

“That will be all today. You are dismissed with orders to rest, understood?��

Riza gave one last nod, clicked her heels together and saluted.

“Sir.” Roy copied her salute before she turned and strode out of the shining room. All eyes were on her as she faded into the crowd. Then, much to Roy’s horror, their perplexed, suspicious gazes all landed on him. Roy felt as if a spotlight had been shone on him, making his skin begin to crawl. Those eyes all seemed to ask one, central question’

“What the hell is going on?”

If they expected any answer they were sorely mistaken.

Mustang’s cold professionalism turned hard, his eyes narrowing once more and his face tightening with aggravation.

“What on Earth are you all staring at?” He roared, marching over to Riza’s desk and grabbing her files.

“I have a lot of work to do and so do you! So get back to work so we may have a prayer of getting out on time or maybe earlier!”

The hours seemed to climb at a pace that would put a snail to shame. Every time Roy glanced at the clock expecting hours to have flown by, he was horrified to see only minutes or even seconds had passed. It stung like a bee. Each sheet of paper he was forced to glance over, and sign was another weight on his frame, keeping him glued to his god forsaken chair. Roy wasn’t even sure he was aware of what he was reading. The words just seemed to fly by in a strange blur without the chance to truly settle in. As long as nothing jumped out as particularly reckless or idiotic Roy was more than happy to robotically sign each slip of paper if it meant freedom from that chair.

It didn’t help that whenever he dared to glance away from his work or the clock Roy found himself greeted with cautious, questioning stares. Their eyes would meet for a split second before they immediately darted back to their work.

The tension in the room grew thicker and thicker with each tick of the clock. Roy was uncharacteristically zealous in his attempt at productivity, plowing through the thick pile as if it were nothing but water. His subordinates continued to work while they watched and whispered. Their curious eyes and ears hunted for any clues or any scrap of information. It was clear from the Major General’s tense posture there was something brewing under that stoic face.

No one dared to raise their suspicions or even concern for their comrade. The day continued in heavy, graceless silence that could be cut with a knife. Only the sound of shuffling papers, scratching pens, ringing phones and the conversations that followed rose in the tense atmosphere.

All the while Roy forced himself to focus on anything else but the growing dread in his gut and his racing thoughts.

It was pointless.

Despite his robotic actions all his mind could focus on was Riza.

The sudden bouts of nausea…

The last-minute doctor appointment…

And above all else the note commanding him to her place.

If his suspicions hadn’t been raised before, that simple note said all it needed to say.

What Roy needed more than anything else to hear Riza say the words out loud, to confirm what he had been speculating throughout the day.

It was pure torture to have the truth dangling just above him, taunting him with its uncertainty.

And then, after hours and hours of this suffocating madness it was over. Roy reached for yet another file, taking a moment to glance at the clock yet again. Much to his intense relief the hands pointed in the direction he had been longing for all day.

5:00.

Roy eyes glanced back to the file. It seemed that as soon as one was completed another was added on top of it. As a result the Major General had barely made a dent despite all his hard work. For a moment he was left sitting and glaring, wondering how none of this could be done by any of the other souls wondering the halls. More to the point it left him with two options.

As he continued to sit and pout the many soldiers, officers and their staff were leaving the confinements of the garishly ornate building to the regular world. They would return to their family, their friends and their lives. Roy’s subordinates were no different… he was no different.

Yet Riza’s simple note weighed him down to the chair. It didn’t matter how urgent matter seemed to be-and if his fears were correct, it was a horrifically urgent matter-Riza would show no mercy if she found left his work uncompleted and unattended.

He grimaced. There was no question with path he would take.

Roy dropped the file on top of the pile. He pushed back his chair and stood, giving his shoulders a great stretch. His subordinates looked on with trepidation as he waltzed his way to the coat rack.

“I know we haven’t finished our work yet but it’s 5:00 and it’s Friday.” Roy began. He grabbed his long black coat and slung it over his shoulders. He slipped in his arms and gave it a tug. He had expected to hear a chorus of chairs scrapping against the floor and joyful chatter. At the very least one of the men should have exclaimed their thankfulness to God for having a Friday evening to themselves.

Instead, he was greeted with a dumbfounded silence and perplexed stares.

“What?!” Roy snapped, swinging his head over his shoulder. “Is there a problem?”

His subordinates exchanged glances each other. They stared for a tense a moment as Roy glowered down at them.

Havoc was the one to break the silence. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. An unlit cigarette hung from his lips, just waiting to be ignited.

“Well not really.” Havoc said. He reached for his trusty lighter and flicked it, bringing his cigarette to life. All the while he remained unbothered by the Major Generals relentless glare.

“It’s just that weren’t we supposed to get all of this done BEFORE we left. Or you know… at least YOU were supposed to?” Havoc questioned. He took an impossibly long drag of his cigarette as all eyes bore on him. Roy crossed his arms, his stormy glare exploding into outright aggravation. Roy’s hands balled into fist as his lips curled into a snarl.

“Lieutenant Havoc you let ME worry about my own business!” Roy swung his head forward and he grabbed hold of his hips. He marched out of the room with a face so red and boiling steam seemed to pour out of his ears. He left his men gaping in awe as he stormed away. The bustling hallways seemed to part like the red sea as thundered past them. He was once more the subject of the world’s prying eyes and hushed whispers… as if he couldn’t see or hear any of it.

“What has gotten into him?”

“None of your damn business you brown noser.”

“I don’t know he’s always mad about something.”

“I am NOT!!!”

“Major Hawkeye left early today didn’t she? Maybe that has something to do with it.”

“Yeah maybe.”

Roy stuffed his hands in his pocket as he continued to weave through the cold, stony gaze. He kept his head forward, refusing to look at any of the people gawking at him. He tried to keep the chittering whispers at bay, turning them into nothing but maddening background noise.

After all Roy was perfectly used to the baseless gossip that surrounded him. One does not become a Major General when approaching 33 without the ire of the public and the lashing of their tongues. It didn’t matter how far he climbed or what he had sacrificed for his country and his people.

They would always stare.

They would always murmur and mutter.

Under routine circumstances this attitude wouldn’t have resulted in more than a smirk of satisfaction.

On that bracing, shining day when his life seemed on the verge of chaos once again it all seemed pointless.

There were far more greater things for him to worry about than mindless banter.

However, when Roy finally left the world of the military and entered normality his shoulders felt lighter. His whole being felt lighter. It was as if the thin, frigid winter air filled his lungs and breathed new life into him. Maybe it was the glowing sun shining on his alabaster skin that made him feel at peace and melt the tension riddling his body. Or maybe it was the bustling, breathing world of East City that distracted his wandering thoughts. It was harder to become lost in his thoughts with so much life buzzing around him. More to the point it allowed him to fade into the background, become one of many despite his elevated stature. Not a soul seemed to care that the Flame Alchemist was walking on the same cobbled streets they did. He used this beautiful moment of clarity and anonymity to take the note out of his pocket and read it once more.

We need to talk.

Roy lifted his eyes from the note with a blank face and steady eyes. The small and all to monumental scrap of paper fluttered out of his fingers and into the breeze. With a quiet snap of his fingers, it disappeared into ashes.

Roy knew this sense of stability and contentment was fragile and temporary. The moment he crossed the threshold of Riza’s apartment it would be completely and utterly destroyed.

When he entered that humble space she called home, Roy Mustang would find out he was going to be a father.

Roy clenched his hands deep in his pockets. Before he laid eyes on that hastily crafted note he may have been able to buy her tall tale. After all there was nothing out of the ordinary of someone going to the doctor, nor was there anything strange about someone coming down with a stomach bug. Every explanation had been so dull there was no logical reason to question them if it were not for his overly active imagination.

But that note…

Unless he had misread every signal and over blew every sign, there was no mistaking what conversation was awaiting him. Of course, there was always the possibility he had flown head long over the mark. Outside of her note there was nothing out of the ordinary about her actions or her request. It was entirely plausible Riza simply needed to speak to him on something entirely different, and he would have a good laugh at himself.

The closer and closer he came to Riza’s apartment the more fantastic the idea seemed. As he spotted it in the distance Roy’s heart began to race once more. It seemed to pound in his head and make it scream. His fingers began to twitch on the inside of his pocket, desperately searching for the cool chain of his pocket watch. Once found he wrapped it around his rough fingers and pulled the watch to his palm. He gave it a squeeze. It allowed him one last moment of strength. It kept his head on the ground as he slowly climbed the stairs and stepped on to her floor.

It was only a short walk down a clean, plain hallway before he reached her door.

Roy stood motionless against the beige carpet. His head immediately began to spin and whirl. He bowed his head to not only have a pray of remaining one of many, but to give him a precious moment to clear his head.

Just because all signs pointed in one direction didn’t mean that was the path before him.

There was no way to know for certain what would come out of her pretty mouth.

So there was no need for the cold terror beginning to overtake him or his out of control notions.

Roy let his silver pocket watch fall back into the soft fabric with a thud. He lifted his head and came face to face with an unpretentious, plain door.

He breathed in deeply through his nose, held his breath and knocked.

There was first a storm of frantic barks. Roy could hear the sound of claws scraping against the floor as the dog ran towards the door.

“Quiet Black Hayate!” Riza commanded. Ever the obedient dog Black Hayate gave one last whimper before settling back into an agitated silence.

“Come in it’s open!” Riza called once the dog had quieted.

It was now or never.

Roy opened the door and with a racing heart, spinning head and frigid soul he stepped inside.

“Colonel.” Riza nodded, her lips twisting into the slightest of smirks. It was nearly impossible for Roy to not return her smirk or overlook how his heart fluttered.

“Lieutenant.” He returned, silently relishing the comfort of their old titles.

He found Riza lying contently on the couch with a thin blanket over her lap. Black Hayate laid on the floor. The moment his soft brown eyes laid on Roy his ears perked and his tail began to swing back and forth. A glass of water sat on a nearby table. Her small radio filled the simple, unassuming room with gentle music. Riza had discarded her royal blue navy uniform for a pair of thin, pale pink pajama’s. Her thick blond hair fell gracefully down her shoulders and chest, framing her face. The Major General would have smirked at the sight. Everything was so painfully normal it soothed his spiraling soul. Then there was her hair… Out of all of his many accomplishments, convincing the stubborn Riza Hawkeye to grow out her beautiful tresses once more was one of his greatest.

His smirk was halted by a sight that made his blood run cold.

In one of Riza’s hands was a small book. That was not an unusual sight. Her free hand, however, was not stroking Black Hayate as it normally would.

It was draped over her stomach.

“I’m glad you came.” Riza smiled as she placed her book on the coffee table. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to the door to greet you or that I’m not standing now. I’m still a little”

“Riza I know what you want to tell me.”

Riza’s gentle smile faded as what colored remained bled from her pale skin. Her deep brown orbs were wide and brimming with trepidation. Those eyes remained attached to Roy as he made his way to her. He stood between the couch and the coffee table, looming over her rigid frame like a dark cloud.

But his eyes….

When Riza met those onyx slits she found herself staring into a mirror. They were just as wide and filled with the same foreboding.

Neither of them was aware of how much time had passed in this foreboding silence. Time seemed to have lost all meaning. There was nothing either was willing or able to do but just stare and wait;

Wait for time to resume once more…

Wait for their voices to work….

Wait for someone to have the courage to break the strangling silence.

It was ultimately Roy who discovered an ounce of his courage. He swallowed hard as his hands began to tremble. Even before anything was said his heart refused to stop racing and head refused to stop spinning.

Yet he found it- the will to speak what both feared to utter.

“You’re…. you’re….”

“Pregnant?” Riza chimed in, her voice quiet and thin. “Yes. Yes I am.”

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Déjà Vu (Or are we losing our minds?) XII -Modern!Shirbert

A/N: I wrote 14 parts of this thing just to write the one AU! that I wanted to make and it didn’t even take the whole chapter why do I hate myself so much -Danny

Words: 1,660

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Chapter Twelve: I think we've met (But I can't be sure)

Asleep or awake    

I dream of you all the same.

Anne was determined to have a good time, and considering it was a day before Christmas Eve, it wasn't that hard to act excited and giddy.

Diana met her at the bar around 2 pm, neither of them were heavy drinkers, so they would be in for the afternoon of their lives.

"Okay!" Anne tapped the table excitedly. "I saw that insta story you posted yesterday. Rant to me, Diana..."

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Gilbert roughly closed his laptop and pushed it aside.

Nothing. Roy had no 'Anne' added to his contacts on any social media, no pictures with her either.

Maybe he was going crazy.

Okay, maybe loneliness was perhaps not the best companion, and with the planning for the Orchard's anniversary, it was easy to let stress take over, but at this point, Anne was so real to him he could almost remember her voice, the way her hand felt on his...

Fuck, he really was losing his mind.

Deciding to take a break from life in general, Gilbert laid back on the couch and turned on the tv, he found a shitty horror movie and approved of it almost instantly, nothing like a predictable plot to distract you from the slow decay of your mental health.

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"...And that's that," Diana retrieved her phone from Anne's hands. "You're with me?"

"Yes! Oh my god," Anne shook her head. "I usually don't speak ill about other girls, but if this asshole tries to get the credit of one of your songs again, I'll have to commit murder."

Diana laughed, she looked down at her phone and scrolled through the posts of her feed. Suddenly she came across a new one and let out a short exclamation.

"Look, Anne!" She showed her the picture. "The Orchard's having a party right after the Holidays!"

"Isn't that place like a family restaurant?"

"Yeah, but it's their anniversary, look," She pushed the phone towards her. "We should go."

"Why? Ruby's the one obsessed with a waiter..."

"Yeah, but we had fun last time we were there," Diana grinned.

Anne tilted her head, trying to remember.

"Well, the first half of the night was fun, yeah..."

"Oh, the second half was even better, and your amnesia's proof of it," Her friend laughed.

"Whatever," Anne snorted.

Diana grabbed her phone once more and quickly accessed the Orchard's profile.

"Honestly, it looks like it's going to be fun, and it's around the same time we have to go back anyway, so maybe the party could lift our spirits? Aww, look! A picture of the owners..."

She gasped so loudly Anne almost jumped out of her chair.

"What? What is it?"

"No way!" Diana smiled. "I can't believe he owns that place!"

"What are you talking about?"

"An old classmate," The girl explained brightly. "You didn't get to meet him because he moved out after his mom died, but he was a nice kid, everyone in our class liked him... I always wondered what had happened to him..."

"He owns the restaurant?" Anne raised a brow. "Nice, is he cute? Maybe if you date him we could get free meals..."

Diana laughed. "He wasn't really my type, but I wouldn't mind it if he asked me out anyway... look..."

The redhead looked down at the picture and something in her chest tightened with weird excitement. She knew that face.

"Di," She said quietly. "What did you say his name was?"

"I didn't tell you," She sipped a bit of her drink before replying. "Gilbert Blythe."

"Funny," Anne frowned. "Are you sure I've never met him?"

Diana snorted. "Well, shouldn't you know that better than me?"

"I feel like I've seen him around..."

"Maybe you saw him the night we went to his diner? He works there, after all..."

"Right," She said without much conviction. "Maybe..."

"Oh, how festive!" Diana nudged her arm, successfully distracting her. "A day before Christmas eve and this place decided it's a great idea to show Zombieland on every tv..."

Anne snorted.

"Nothing says 'Happy Christmas' better than mutilated corpses, Diana."

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"Text me when you get home!"

"I will..."

"And think about the party, I believe we could have a great time, I bet they would all love to see Gilbert again..."

Anne smiled at her comment, she didn't know this Gilbert guy but Diana seemed to have a soft spot for him, even if she hadn't seen him since she was twelve years old. Maybe he'd be a kindred spirit of sorts.

"I'll think about it. See you!"

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Gilbert walked out of the building with nothing but a backpack and a rusty hammer. This wasn't the ideal weapon to defend yourself from zombies, but it was all he could find. He could look for better armament later, right now he had to find a safe place where to sleep.

His steps, though muffled by the dust, were pretty much the only sound he could notice, which was a good sign, but also, a bit unnerving.  His shirt was sticking to his lower back thanks to the sweat, he couldn't remember the last time he'd showered, hell, he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten...

Ahead of him, there was a sleeping dog, in his hungry state he considered killing the poor animal and eat him whole, but he thought it to be too desperate, even for someone in his position.

However, Gilbert quickly regretted his decision the second after he'd taken it. At the sound of his footsteps, the dog woke up — or well, more like simply stood up, judging by the state of his bloodshot eyes the man doubted that animal was even capable of sleeping.

The creature growled and his back arched menacingly, Gilbert stumbled back with his grip on the hammer painfully tight. The dog pounced without warning, and he fell on the concrete.

He saw him hovering above his body for a second and the next he was batted out of sight. Blood drops fell across his face and he gawked at the sensation, the woman in front of him lowered the bat and he looked up. He knew who she was even before he'd seen the red flashes around her soft features.

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Anne's eyes widened as she recognized the man at her feet.

"Gilbert Blythe."

He stared at her in shock, Anne offered her hand and he took it without hesitation, she pulled him upwards and examined his face.

"Gilbert," She repeated. "Why?"

She knew the question made no sense, but it was the only thing she could think of. Why was he here?

"Anne," He breathed, a hand reached out to hold her face and she didn't stop him. "Are you real?"

That question didn't make sense either, but neither did the whole scenario. Where the hell was she and why had she just killed a dog?

Oh god, she'd killed a dog.

Her head turned back to the animal's corpse, and to her horror, although battered and with a twisted neck, the creature was still very much alive and it was crawling towards them, its fangs at full display.

Gilbert looked down as well and his expression darkened.

"You should close your eyes."

Anne obeyed without a second thought. She heard the abrupt sound of bones cracking, and the dog's feral growls until the street was silent again. When she opened her eyes Gilbert was holding a hammer covered in blood, and the dog's face had been left unrecognizable.

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They stared at each other without knowing what to do, Gilbert looked down at his bloody hands and grimaced.

"Please, don't think I'm some kind of crazy psycho..."

"I was the first to break that dog's neck," She stated. "Why would I think that?"

He laughed shortly. "...You're Anne, aren't you?"

"Yes," She admitted. "With an E. You're Gilbert?"

The man nodded.

"Why is this happening?" He asked. "Why am I dreaming about you?"

"Wasn't this my dream?"  She laughed nervously. "This is so weird, you're acting like a real person."

"I am a real person!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I meant like, you're acting as if you were the real Gilbert," Anne chuckled. "Man, I have such a wild imagination..."

"Anne, this is real," He insisted. "Well, not this zombie stuff, but this... whatever this is. Every night I fall asleep and I dream about you. I thought this was all my problem but if you're aware of it as well..."

"What if this is your head messing with you?" Anne offered. "What if you're dreaming that I'm also having these weird dreams and it's all you? Because maybe I think I'm real, but perhaps that's what you want to hear so you're just making me say things—"

"You overthink a lot, don't you?" He grumbled.

"I'm just saying!" She exclaimed, lightly hitting his head with the bat. "You've said that before... I... I just can't remember when..."

Gilbert tilted his head deep in thought. "You've done that before too... although it wasn't a bat the first time..."

"What was it?"

His jaw clenched, Anne could practically see the gears in his brain working at full speed.

"I got it!" Gilbert said abruptly, eyebrows raising in realization. "It was a—"

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"...slate."

The young man groaned, lazily stretching over the couch and running a hand over his face to wake up fully.

"What... the fuck..." He mumbled hoarsely, "was that?"

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Anne bolted upright on her bed, the whole room was still dark and there was a light, cold breeze seeping through her window. She remembered every bit of her dream, and her eyes moved as if reading invisible calculations floating around her.

"It can't be," She whispered, one hand anxiously looking for her phone. "He can't... it was just a dream..."

When she finally found the device her fingers acted on their own, Anne found the diner's page and clicked on the owners' picture, staring at the youngest of the two men.

"Gilbert Blythe," She frowned. "Do I know you?"

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My Best Friend’s Wedding

A/N: A new one.

Plot: AU. Jason Todd and Y/N Y/LN have been best friends since they were kids. They’ve dated once, but their relationship ended in heartbreak for her when he realized he wasn’t in love. Five years later, Jason’s best friend Y/N calls out of the blue with big news: she’s getting married…in 5 days. Jason’s world suddenly turns into a million fucking problems when he realizes he’s in love with Y/N and he’ll do whatever it takes to stop the wedding. But will he succeed…or fail?    

Warnings: Language and sexual content…so far.

 It seemed like every Friday night that Jason Todd would get very drunk just to forget about the busy-ass week he’s endured. At just twenty-five years old, his life revolved around being a young, attractive playboy bachelor in Gotham’s eyes and for working with his father Bruce Wayne at Wayne Enterprises with his brothers Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, and good friend Roy Harper.

It was like every day their faces were in tabloids and on TV. Bruce had always been a womanizer and the same reputation had been passed down to the four of them. Jason knew his life was nothing but a party; a big-ass huge party with several sexy women who were never more than one-night stands.

Add billions of dollars and booze to that and Jason’s life would be set.

But this week had been nothing but a shit show for him, and it wasn’t even Friday yet. It was just a Tuesday night. After work, Roy had insisted the boys drop by Rocky’s and get shit faced before calling it a night. Rocky’s was the closest bar near Wayne Enterprises; owned by Hal Jordan, a friend of Bruce’s from college.

Zatanna, a beautiful and kind bartender, set down four shot glasses of Tequila with salt and slices of lime.

“Is there anything else I can get you boys?” Zatanna asks, leaning over the counter with her breasts aching to pop out from her white corset top.

Jason wasn’t an idiot. As buzzed as he was feeling, he knew Zatanna was just trying to hook up with him again. The last time they fucked was probably a few months ago when he needed a date for a gala Bruce was hosting.

Sure, Zatanna was a good fuck. She was definitely a screamer, clawed Jason’s back rather good to where he needed a couple of stitches, and she was willing to try anything he suggested. But she wasn’t a “constant fuck” that he wanted. A “constant fuck” was someone you wanted in your bed all the time; never caring about one being a blanket hog, kiss despite the morning breath, and always looking forward to cooking and sharing breakfast in bed.

No. No, Zatanna wasn’t a “constant fuck” at all.

There was only one girl who had earned that title and so much more.

The one important girl Jason hadn’t seen in a few years since she left him for Smallville.

“I’m good, thanks,” Jason mumbles under his breath. He downs his shot and winces at the burn before he pulls out his cell phone from his back pocket to check it.

Roy smirks and winks at her. “Oh, kitten…keep showing us those ladies and you can get us whatever you want.”

“Roy, you’re drunk,” Tim snickers.

“I’m…I’m not drunk. I’m just…friendly is all,” Roy slurs. “Now, how about I show you what I can do with my mouth? I can use my mouth all over you, gorgeous.”

Tim gasps and slaps Roy’s arm. “Roy!”

“Look, don’t take Jason’s rejection and Roy’s sexual harassment seriously, okay? They’re not bad guys,” Dick smiles and tries to do damage control.

“Whatever. The fact that you have to defend them is pathetic,” Zatanna snaps, before she rolls her eyes and moves down to check on the other regulars.

Dick, Tim, and Roy glance over at Jason with wide eyes. Jason looks up and finally notices.

“What?” Jason asks.

“Dude, you really fucked up Zatanna, didn’t you?” Dick muses.

“What the hell are you even talking about?”

“Dick is trying to say you must have really broke Zatanna’s heart for her to act so cold to us,” Tim says.

“We haven’t fucked each other since a few months ago,” Jason says defensively.

“Well, has she tried to call or text you since?” Roy asks.

Jason pouts his lips and appears to be thinking about it. “Maybe…I don’t fucking know. I blocked her number the day after we fucked.”

“Jesus Jason…” Dick sighs and shakes his head.

“What? Why are you getting on my ass for the stupidest shit, Dick?”

“Maybe because you’ve been doing nothing but screwing and upsetting chicks left and right like it’s second nature for you!”

Jason scoffs and reaches for his beer.

“Don’t fucking lecture me, dicky boy! You do the exact same shit, too!” Jason snaps.

“At least I don’t piss off and upset my chicks. God! At least have the decency to have respect or something,” Dick says.

Tim points at Jason and chuckles. “Maybe we should make a list of all the hearts Jason’s broke in all of Gotham!”

“That’s easy! Okay, there’s Isabel, Donna, Kori, and Y/N…” Roy trails off in his loud drunken voice.

Jason glares at them before looking down at his cell phone. Someone left him a voicemail. He checks his voicemail and his chest suddenly aches in familiar pain when he hears her voice.

Y/N.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna head on home. I feel like fucking shit,” Jason says, already standing up, dropping down a fifty-dollar bill, and leaving without hearing what the guys had to say.

He didn’t hear the whole message, but he knew he couldn’t listen to it there.

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The moment Jason entered his penthouse, he didn’t waste anytime getting comfortable. He kicked off his shoes, slipping out of his expensive black pants and dress shirt, and getting a glass of water to soothe his burning throat from the alcohol from earlier.

In just his black boxers, Jason grabs his cell phone and enters his master bedroom to call Y/N. He clears his voice as soon as she picks up.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, hey sweetheart. I’m sorry I missed your phone call. I was at Rocky’s with the guys.”

“On a Tuesday night?” She actually fucking giggles at him. He loves hearing her giggle.

Jason smirks. “Yeah, work’s been hell, you know. Bruce and Lucius are thinking of expanding the new technology program that Tim built. They’re already thinking of sending us out to Japan, Switzerland, and wherever else they think we should go.”

“That is so cool! I wish Tim told me about his new program. Whenever he calls me, he never tells me anything. It’s always about me.”

“Well, you’re really fucking interesting, sweetheart. Now that you’re in Smallville, you must be bored out of your damn mind and you gotta have stories.”

A pause.

“Sweetheart? You still there?” Jason asks nervously. He’s immediately worried about the sudden silence.

“I’m still here. Sorry…” Y/N’s voice is soft and uneasy.

“Are you okay? Did something happen over there? Does Clark Kent need to get his ass kicked? Because I’ll tell Bruce, and he fucking would beat his ass for you, Y/N.”

“No! No, Clark has been great. He’s been very wonderful to me. He’s helped me out a lot here since starting out at the Daily Planet and everything. Everything is amazing…so amazing.” Her voice is lovely and sounds as if she’s…in love.

“Sounds to me as if you already met a guy, Y/N. I thought you were there to work; not date,” Jason jokes. He’s suddenly uncomfortable now.

“Well, that’s actually why I called you, Jason. I met someone.”

Jason pauses now. His eyes widen and his chest instantly hurts again.

“You…you did?” he chokes.

“Yeah, and oh my God, Jay…he is sooo amazing. He’s a really great guy, and you’re going to love him like I do. He’s not a bad guy. He’s loving, he’s kind, he’s funny, and he is so unbelievably sexy that I sometimes wonder why he’s even with me. But he is honesty the super guy in my life.” Y/N confesses breathlessly.

Jason exhales hard. “Really?”

“And…we’re getting married…in five days…and I want you there for me…for us.”

And just like that, Jason trips over his own feet when he tries to get to his bed to sit down.

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[stxleslyds]

It seems like you have a negative opinion on all non-Winick characterizations of Jason in the comics. But do you hate them all equally? Could you rank all non-Winick comic depictions of Jason from best to worst characterization? Or maybe give them a letter grade?

Hi friend! This is a bit funny to me because I really didn’t expect people to be so vocal about me being such an annoying person when it comes to Jason’s characterizations. I can’t promise that I won’t complain anymore but I will try to be kinder.

But I won’t start right now, because I really want to make this ranking, it will go from best to absolute worst! I bet you guys won’t know who is in the deepest circle in hell! Place your bets everyone!

This is the level that gives me joy! (Yup, I put a writer that only wrote ten pages of Jason content as the best, please don’t call me out on it).

Matthew Rosenberg: I love him and I love what he has done with Jason, I have only read ten pages of his work while writing Jason and he already has me hooked. Like I said in that one ask/post, I think he will make some amazing things with the Jason that we have now and I still believe that. Little shit and competent Jason Todd, I am glad you are here.

Peter Tomasi: This one is a little checky because his run is out of comics canon, but his Arkham Knight Jason Todd and the way he wrote his origin are absolutely stunning.

Marv Wolfman: His Robin Jason was really good and I am really glad that we had those comics in which we could see Jason in an environment that didn’t include Batman. I was like looking at what Jason could have been if he had stayed with the Titans’ instead of keep on being Robin in Gotham with Batman.

This is the level in which I can still like some things about the story even though in general I didn’t enjoy the book.

Joshua Williamson: Yeah, but he is only here because his story seemed interesting, my issue as I have said before is his subplot “romance” and the fact that he seems to be the kind of writer that wants to push the “Batfamily” dynamic. Otherwise, his Jason characterization when it came to him not liking working for the Magistrate was really good, sadly it was overshadowed by all the bad that I just really didn’t enjoy at all

Chip Zdarsky: Tyler (Blue Hood) and Jason working to rid Gotham of a drug really brought me back to the good old days. I also really liked seeing the parallels between Jason and his mom with Tyler and his own mother, it felt like a good way to start a connection and develop a Red Hood story. Sadly, the book as a whole was shit and it ended horribly but there were some interesting moments.

Now we are looking at the level where I just wonder: Why?

Paul Dini: Why? His Jason really did a 360, and I meant it, I really don’t know what the point of Jason taking the mantle of another dead Jason was. His Red Robin was just a Red Hood in a different suit and that was that. I understand that they wanted to kill him because he was an anomaly and all that but, he just really felt out of place in that event. This was the first warning: Jason Todd/Red Hood only works on a street-level, stop trying to make everyone dimension jump and all that DC.

Bruce Jones: Hey! I forgot about this guy in the last post! He sucks! And his arc in Nightwing is the epitome of the question: Why? I get it, DiDio wanted to kill Dick and then have Jason take over as Nightwing but Dick didn’t die at the end of Infinite Crisis, he was still alive there was no reason to have Jason dress up as Nightwing and going on a killing spree, also, the tentacles? Really? Annoying and weird.

Scott Snyder and Tim Seeley: I ask why but I know why. This was a desperate attempt to use Jason in stories because they couldn’t use Dick Grayson. It was also weird because being there only pushed him more towards the Bat-Clan even though he had his Outlaws team going on. It was just weird and they were also big on unnecessary “romances”.

This is the Skrull Jason level. Here I see, hear and feel no Jason Todd.

Grant Morrison: Grant needed a villain and all they could come up with was this weird as red-haired-pill-headed-Red Hood and DC said “sure, why not?”. There is no real way to find UtRH Jason in this version of Jason and that for me is a little bit better than still seeing the Jason that I loved in whatever this was.

Tony S. Daniel: This one sucks the most because it isn’t that Jason is unrecognizable its just that Jason is the exact opposite of who he would have become. Everything about this Jason seems to come from the Upside Down. Him saying that Gotham needs Batman so he will be Batman and he needs a Robin was the wildest take that I have seen about Jason. I have no other words for it.

Hell.

James Tynion IV: whoever invited this man to this party needs to understand that they made a big mistake. All Tynion did was overpower the living hell out of Jason for a fight that wasn’t big enough to become a Batman/Red Hood event. The fight was so lame and so stupid, if Jason had learned the ancient martial arts move in the All-Castle and the used that and the All-Blades to defeat Ra’s it would have been more than enough, but in New 52 writers really wanted to make Jason look like the most experienced and best at being a hero when Kory and Roy were standing next to him.

Scott Lobdell: He sucks, New 52 was just terrible, there was nothing that I liked from it, character assassination for everyone, nobody was treated well there. He wrote a self-insert version of Jason and it was noticeable because Jason was trash in New 52. Rebirth was better but that didn’t make things better for Jason because Lobdell started to fuel the “Jason was guilty for his own death” and “Jason was a reckless Robin” narratives and here we are today. Lobdell danced around his own stories, his characterization of Jason and he never gave a fulfilling ending to any of his arcs. Some characters we only saw once some others simply disappeared. Nothing ever truly started or ended when it came to his writing.

Ginnungagap.

Geoff Johns: to him all I will say is: comprate un bosque y perdete.

Thank you for the ask! I had fun doing this! I wish you have an excellent day!

#jason todd #red hood #rhato #dc comics #jasons characterization #asksss

[sadoeuphemist]

Kids are just amazing. Think about it, they come into the world knowing absolutely nothing, and everyday they’re looking wide-eyed at the world, so curious about even the slightest detail of it. Why, just the other day, my little Lilah came up to me and said: “Daddy, why is the sky blue?”

Well of course I knew the answer right off the bat. “You remember how rainbows work?” I asked her, lifting her up on my knee. She nodded. I’d taught her about rainbows and prisms, with a hands-on demonstration, just a couple of months before. I gave her the whole spiel about light breaking up in the atmosphere, about how red light traveled further but blue scattered wider, and so that was why the sky was painted blue in the middle of the day but red at sunset, when the sun was far away enough that all the blues got scattered behind and only the reds traveled far enough to reach us. “You got all that?” I said. “Don’t be afraid to ask questions if you don’t understand.”

She got that little pouty frown on her face that told me she was processing it, and then she said “uh-huh” again dubiously, and then asked, “Why isn’t the sun blue?”

That caught me off guard. “What?”

“When the sun -” She waved her arm in a clumsy arc that didn’t really demonstrate everything. “When the sun’s—there, it’s all red, cuz the sun’s far away, and the - the red light goes really really far, so when the blue’s all spilled everywhere, why isn’t the sun blue, too?”

I set her down off my lap. This was an unexpected wrinkle. It’s funny how you can just know something nearly all your life, and never have questions like that occur to you. Why wasn’t the sun blue? Still, I believe it doesn’t hurt kids to let them know that sometimes their parents have to look things up, so I took out my phone. “Let me just find out, and then daddy will have an answer for you,” I said.

As a first exploratory impulse, I googled ‘why isn’t the sun blue’. The first few hits were asking why the sun, if it was so incredibly hot, didn’t burn with a blue flame instead of a yellow one. I didn’t offhand know the answer to that one, either, but it wasn’t relevant to Lilah’s question so I quickly skipped over them. The Stanford website, which I skimmed over, didn’t tell me anything that I hadn’t already said, aside from the added factoid that the sun’s visible light peaked in the green part of the spectrum, so technically it was slightly greener than anything else.

That didn’t help me either.

Finally, it was the NASA website that gave the answer. “It’s because the light is straight from the sun,” I told her. “When you’re looking up at the sun, it’s still pure white, but all around it at the sides, that’s where the blue’s scattering off in all directions.” The NASA website had an awfully condescending graphic, I thought, with a cartoon sun shining white light straight down on a cartoon dog, and the blue light going off at an angle. The dog wasn’t even looking up. You’d think NASA, of all things, would be able to come up with something slicker. 

“But ... doesn’t all light come straight from the sun?” Lilah said, interrupting my train of thought.

“Well, no—” I surreptitiously checked the diagram with the cartoon dog again. “’Cause if you’re looking at the sun, that’s the light, straight from the sun, and everything else—”

“But...” Lilah screwed up her forehead in thought. “Cuz when it’s daytime, that’s when the—half the Earth is facing the sun ...”

“That’s right, and on the other half it’s night, because they’re not facing the sun,” I provided, reciting an old lesson.

“So isn’t all daytime light from the sun?”

I tried, in my head, to picture a lamp shining on half a globe. Yes, every illuminated part of the globe was lit directly by the light bulb, so if a tiny person on the surface of the globe was looking up, wouldn’t the entirety of the bright daytime sky be the sun’s light? But then again, the sun was definitely only in one specific spot in the sky, so that couldn’t possibly make sense either ... I was beginning to suspect that I didn’t actually know how light worked.

“No,” I said definitively, trusting in the cartoon sun and dog, who were clipart images staring blankly at random angles. The sun’s eyes moved between images, I  noticed, as I scrolled up and down. The dog’s didn’t. “That’s not how light works, sweetie. When you turn on a light in the room—” I pointed up. “Everything’s lit up, right? But you can only see the light—the light-light—when you’re looking straight at it.”

She considered that while I held my breath, and I only let myself breath again once I saw her nod, a series of ponderous calculations still going on inside that cute little head of hers. Kids, I’m telling you, they’re really something. She wandered off to consider it on her own for a while, and I was trying to think up a sequence of words to google that explained the difference between light directly from the sun, and light that presumably was also directly from the sun, but you weren’t looking straight at it (my first stab of ‘ambient vs direct light’ of course only brought up a bunch of hits about home decor and 3D modeling) when I felt Lilah tug on my shirt sleeve once again. “Daddy?” she said.

I looked up, forcing a grin. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“If it’s all a rainbow, and red’s the one that goes the farthest, then why’s blue the one that scatters around the most? Shouldn’t it be...” She paused to mouth the words “Roy G. Biv” to herself. “Violet?”

I opened my mouth, and then looked down at my phone and quickly typed in ‘why isn’t the sky violet’. 

“Hrmm....”

“Daddy?”

“Okay,” I said slowly, still keeping one eye on the article. “It turns out that the sky actually is violet, but because of the way our eyes work ...” I quickly glanced up at Lilah. She was still with me, listening placidly as if I hadn’t just contradicted my previous explanations, completely willing to listen to her dear old dad explain the world to her.

“We have—we have cells in our eyes,” I began, “that are how we see color—they’re called cones—and there are three kinds. One is sensitive to—One sees red things, one sees green things, and one sees blue things. And so the—” I squinted at my screen. “Blue light makes the blue cones light up, right? But, it also, uh, tickles the green and red cones, just a little bit. So if when we looked up into the sky it was really all blue light, then to us it would look ... uh, slightly .... slightly greenish. Blue-greenish. Because the green cones are also getting tickled, so it would look kind of green!”

I ran one hand over my head, reading out the penultimate paragraph. “But because the sky is actually violet, that means our blue cones can’t see it all that well. But our red cones can kinda see violet, so if it ... if it was violet we’d actually see it as reddish ...” I trailed off.  “But since the sky is actually part blue and part violet,” I finished up, all in a rush, “the red and green cancel each other out, and all we end up seeing is blue!”

I made a sort of ‘ta-da!’ pose, a smile frozen on my face, and miraculously Lilah was nodding along as if my botched rendition of the science had made perfect sense. Maybe ... it did? Maybe according to the free-floating haphazard logic of a child who has no idea how the world works and has no choice other than to accept all explanations given, it was completely sensible that red and green should cancel each other out just like lights on a traffic signal, and that blue-plus-violet should equal blue, just as a fundamental property of math. I was almost congratulating myself on having provided a successful answer, when Lilah once again spoke up.

“So if the blue sky is really violet,” she said thoughtfully, fixing her big brown eyes on me, “at the end of the rainbow, what’s violet, then?”

I’ve done a lot of research since then, squinting at my tiny screen, and some of the information I’ve pieced together includes: that some of the colors displayed on my phone don’t actually exist, since different combinations of wavelengths of light stimulate different combinations of cones and make you hallucinate colors in your head; that violet is actually just dark blue and not purplish at all; and that yellow is just red and green light without any blue—but as to what they actually mean when they say “yellow” and “red” and “green” and “blue”—that part, I’m still trying to figure out.

It took me a while to even get this far. Lilah’s long since forgotten about the question and is now absorbed with watching Minecraft let’s plays on YouTube. They’re just incredible, kids. They’re born into this world, not understanding a damn thing about it, just having to trust what people tell them, and somehow they grow up into fully-formed individuals. I’m her dad, and I’m hardly responsible for a fraction of that. What else is it but a miracle?

And if anyone ever figures out what violet is, let me know.

#fiction

[gifted-burnout-archive]

Jim’s Best Friend

Part Seven - Booooze Cruuuuise

Word Count: 3107

Author’s Note: Ack! So, loving updating this. Should point out that from now on, the storyline drifts from the actual show’s plot. Characters will be a little different, since it’s more my interpretation of events and how they would react, but I’ll try my best to keep it all as consistent as possible.

WARNING: discussion of same-sex relationship in a sort of dated way, kinda? Like, the chapter takes place in 2006. Doesn’t reflect my feelings at all, just so you know.

January, 2006.

After you had spent you holiday season alone, mostly watching reruns of Frasier or making out with strangers at Poor Richard's on New Year's Eve, with Pam and Jim both disappearing off to see family back home, you were glad to be back in the office. You were glad to be back at your desk, with your friends, even if everything was different now.

Even if Jim was in love with Pam, and you were actively helping him achieve his goal of telling her how he feels.

Not to break Roy and Pam up, you reminded yourself as you walked into the office on Wednesday, wearing the same clothes as the day before. You sat down at your desk, and Dwight took a moment to, very loudly, sniff the air between you both.

"You've been smoking again... And you had sex with someone." He stated rather loudly, and you held your head in your hands.

"On a work night Y/N? Tut, tut." Jim teased, and you rolled your eyes, logging onto your computer. "I thought you stopped smoking the year I got here?"

"Who was the lucky guy?" Pam asked over Jim's afterthought, and you looked over at her.

"Like I would kiss and tell..."

"Oh no, Y/N don't tell me he works in the building." Pam looked dead serious, and you let out a laugh.

"They do not... and it was a one time... Three time, thing Pam. No chance I'm getting back into a relationship any time soon." You assured her, and your hand ran absentmindedly over your side, the bruises Brian had caused finally healed.

"What, because some unemployed twerp ended things with you?" Dwight scoffed, and Jim's head snapped to face his other desk mate.

"Shut it, Dwight." He warned, and Dwight looked between the three of you.

"I don't think you should be allowed to keep secrets in the workplace." He folded his arms, and you glanced over your computer.

"The people who need to know, know, Dwight. You are not someone who needs details on my love or sex life." You said with a shrug, dialling your first number of the day as an email popped up on your screen.

Dunder Mifflin Retreat Announcement Today!!! 11 am. - M. Dawg.

Michael has been hinting at the retreat for a week or so, asking people to pack the most bizarre array of items that it made Jim, Pam and you all laugh out loud when you all read it together at lunch last week.

"Hi there, this is Y/N from Dunder Mifflin. I was wondering if I could talk to you today about you existing order with us? Perfect!" You spoke on the phone, and began your day of sales. Your day had been so productive that by eleven, you had eight closed sales, and you walked into the conference room with a grin on your face and and skip in your step.

"Doesn't someone look happy all of a sudden? What happened to hangover fighting, walk of shame looking Y/N from this morning?" Jim teased you as you entered the conference room, sitting yourself down beside him. Pam sat up the back with Roy and the warehouse guys.

"I, Mr Halpert, have made eight sales this morning alone. I honestly think today might be the day to beat your record." You said, the twinkle in your eyes causing Jim to sit up straight.

"I'd like to see you try." He said, cocky in tone. Jim was the best sales person on the floor, and his record for sales in a day was 17, with the average sale being around $500 each. So, beating the goal meant not only did you need to get 17 plus sales, but make at least $8500 to beat the record. It wasn’t likely, but you liked to tease Jim when you could.

"Morning, my wonderful employees." Michael strolled into the room, taking a seat at the head of the table. A thin blonde woman followed him in, taking a seat at the table, and as she glanced around the room the pair of you locked eyes. Yours widened, you looked down quickly, and she flushed bright pink. Jim watched the whole thing as Michael tried to build up suspense, and after a few flicking glances between you and the woman that sat in front of him, he very slowly pieced it together.

"... Did you?" He mouthed, and you gave him a confused look. You glanced back over at her, and Jim nudged you again. In defeat, you nodded, and Jim's eyes widened.

"... Brenda here is from corporate, ready to hear me talk leadership but uh, first... The retreat this year is..." Michael drummed on the table. "A harbour cruise across Lake Wallenpaupack!" Michael announced, adding after a few beats. "A booze cruise."

"But it's January..." Stanley pointed out, and Michael slowly descended into his ramblings once more as Jim scribbled on a notepad, folding the note and addressing it Pam. Oscar handed it to Meredith to handed it to Kelly who handed it to Pam, who glanced over at you and Jim. She glanced down, unfolding it and crumbling it up the minute she read it, shocked.

"Y/N and Brenda?" She mouthed, and Jim nodded fast, and she started to laugh.

"What's so funny Pam?" Michael looked up, and Pam coughed.

"My bad Michael, keep going." Pam insisted, sending a wink your way as you put your head in your hands.

—

"So..." Jim sat in the chair, with Pam to one side and you on the other. He spoke with a stupid grin on his face, and he and Pam looked over at you expectantly. "Y/N seems to have made a little oopsie."

"In my defence, I didn't know who she was before I..." you started, groaning. The night before had been interesting to say the least. At least Jim and Pam seemed cool with it, you had never really discussed it before that point.

"What was that Y/N? Three times?" Pam giggled uncontrollably, and you looked straight at the camera.

"Please understand, despite the fact that I may be the only one in this office who got laid last night, I may never live this down... And can I just say, for the record, Brenda is very good looking."

"You slept with someone from corporate, Y/L/N." Jim teased, and Pam reached over prodding at your leg.

"What? Oh, how are we all feeling about the booze cruise?" You repeated the question asked, playfully swatting away the hands of your friends. "It's going to be an absolute disaster, and I ready for something, anything, to become a more pressing issue than my sex life."

—

Marching onto that boat on Friday night with the rest of your office would ultimately lead to one of the worst nights of your life, although you didn't know it yet. You went in with good intentions, and a warm jacket over the nice blouse you had chosen to match your jeans. Low heels, hair down, you looked nice, and it seemed like a few people noticed.

Well, Brenda noticed.

"You look good, Y/N." She said quietly, falling into step with you behind Roy and Pam... And Jim and Katy. Despite Jim's confession about Pam at Christmas, he still brought along his casual girlfriend, though you decided not to question his choices too much.

"Can we... Can we not do this here?" You asked quietly, and her face fell. "No, I mean..." you sighed, and led her quickly away from the rest of the team. "I've enjoyed last few nights, but I... It's not something I talk about at the office, and I mean... It was a hookup." You tried to explain, and Brenda just shook her head.

"No, I get it, I guess. Not exactly the thing you chat about with your colleagues, is it? Does anyone..."

"Jim figured it out, then Pam. They don't spread rumours though..." You assured, and she raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the camera.

"Do they?" She asked, and you looked towards the camera.

"Could you guys cut?" You asked politely, gesturing the sign as you spoke, and the crew disappeared inside to film Michael and the rest of the office, catching a final shot of you and Brenda in what looked like a much more heated discussion.

The inside of the ship was much rowdier, with drinking and party games having begun, with the aid of Captain Jack. Michael looked bummed out by the bar, nursing a glass of something unknown, Meredith was doing the limbo, and Jim sat with Pam, Roy and Katy at a table.

"You guys, it's like we're in high school and we're at the cool table." Katy said with a grin, and Roy laughed. Pam and Jim shared a glance, but said nothing. "Right?" She smiled, and Roy laughed out a soft 'yeah'. "Pam, were you a cheerleader?" Katy asked, and before she could answer, Roy stepped in.

"No, she was total little Miss Artsy Fartsy in high school. She wore the turtleneck and everything." Roy said through chuckles.

"That's hilarious!" Katy smiled, and Jim sat forward.

"It's not hilarious but-" Jim mumbled, making Pam smile a little before Roy took over the conversation.

"Where'd you go to school?" Roy asked Katy.

"Fisher Bohara."

"Piss la who cares-a? We played you." Roy looked over, shocked, and leaned forward a little. "You-you really look familiar... You cheered for them, didn't you?"

"Mm, no." Jim said, glancing over at Katy.

"Yes, I did!" She laughed, and clapped her hands together. "A-W-E. S-O-M-E. Awesome, awesome is what we are, we're the football superstars. A-W-E-" Jim glanced over at Pam, who shook her head along with Katy's chant, and just her smile blocked out the conversation their significant others were having.

Within twenty minutes, Katy and Daryl were cheering on Roy as he took a snorkel shot. Pam walked over from socialising with Phyllis and Stanley, beer in hand, and Roy turned round to her with a drunken smile.

"Come on Pammy! Come on!" He urged, offering her the snorkel, and she shook her head with a smile.

"No, I am not doing that." She said, Daryl quieting her with cheers as the tequila arrived. She leaned down to chat with her fiancé, who sat at the booth, looking flustered, and starting to cheer on Daryl. "Why don't we find a quieter place to hang out?" Pam suggested, and Roy looked over.

"You know what, I've just got to wait for Daryl to do his shot. Just a minute. Come on Daryl! Daryl!" Roy promised, but Pam sighed, and she scanned the room, making eye contact with Jim and he nodded, the pair grabbing their coats and heading upstairs to the top deck.

"It's getting kind of rowdy down there." Pam said as they got up onto the roof, pulling her jacket sleeves over her hands, the sharp January air sending a shiver down her spine.

"Yeah... Daryl, Daryl, Daryl." Jim chanted, the pair sharing a quiet laugh.

"Sometimes I just don't get Roy." Pam admitted, her back against the railing, arms folded over her chest. Jim gave her a look that just said 'well', and she shrugged. "I mean, I don't know..." They shared a smile, both understanding what was being said without needing it explained aloud. Pam bit her lip. "So, what's it like dating a cheerleader?" She asked, a playful tease.

"Oh, um." Jim said, and he stopped, not quite knowing what to follow that up with. His smile faded, and so did Pam's.

"I'm cold." Pam said after a few moments of silence, and Jim stayed still, exhaling through his nose and closing his eyes. He had blown it, he could have said something and he just... Didn't. Pam walked back inside, and Jim decided to wait a while more.

"I don't know what is so hard to understand here B! We had fun, but it was just fun." The voice caught Jim's attention, and he looked over the railing to see Y/N and Brenda below. He knew not to listen in, but as the camera crew came over and began filming, Jim continued to eavesdrop.

"You said you wanted more last night!" Brenda snapped back, pacing. Y/N let out a visible sigh.

"And I didn't mean it. Look Brenda, I just got out of a long term thing, I told you at the bar it didn't end great. I'm not ready for a new relationship." Y/N tried to defend herself. Brenda stumbled a little, and lifted a drink to her lips. It seemed the rather quiet corporate employee was a loud drunk.

"So you're not going to date me because some asshole slapped you once?" Brenda spat, and Y/N shook her head.

"I'm going to get you some water. You're clearly drunk and emotional and I am not going to talk about my abusive ex with someone too intoxicated to stand." Y/N said slowly, walking out of frame. The camera panned back to Jim, who took a moment.

"We should go find her..." Jim said quickly, rushing down the stairs to find you ordering a glass of water and three shots from the bar. "You alright? Water and vodka don't usually mix." Jim said with a nervous laugh, and you glanced over.

"Tonight has not been good Jim. No fun at all. I missed party games and time with you guys because of..." You took a shot. "I slept with them... three nights in a row. Now they think we're a couple and..." you sighed, making sure to not reveal Brenda's 'agenda' while surrounded by drunk men at the bar.

"I would tell you anything more than a one-night stand is a bad idea but you seem to know that already." Jim took one of the shots, tipping his head back and scrunching his face as he swallowed. "It all just sucks..."

"Yeah it does..." you responded, and the pair of you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"... boat is an analogy for the workplace. Like, if it was all sinking down, who would you save?" Michael a voice rose over others at the bar, where he stood with Roy and Captain Jack, the latter shaking his head as he turned to look at you and Jim.

"Ok, suppose your office building's on fire. Jim! Who would you save?" He asked, and you watch Jim's eyes immediately look over at Pam, still sat at his booth with Katy.

"Uh- the customer... Customer is King." Jim said with a smile, taking the third shot and downing it.

"Not what I was looking for, but a good thought." Michael said, drink in hand.

"He's just sucking up." Captain Jack responded, shaking his head. Roy threw an arm over his shoulder, slurring his words as he spoke.

"When you were in the Navy, did you ever almost die?" Roy asked, hiccuping afterwards, and the Captain nodded.

"Oh yeah, yeah." Jack said, and Jim gave you a nod before walking away. "And I wasn't thinking of no customer, I was thinking of my first wife, yeah. The day I got back on shore I married her." Roy nodded, and pushed off Jack, stumbling the way Jim went. You followed, pushing past Roy and stopping as you saw Jim turn to the camera.

"You know what? I would save the receptionist... I just, wanted to clear that up." He said, and with a nod to you, he headed over to talk to Pam.

"Hey everyobdy, um, could I have your attention for just a second? Would you listen to me for a second?" Roy was stood on stage, holding onto the microphone he spoke into for balance. "Um, we were up at the front, and we were talking about what's really important and, um... Pam, uh... I think enough is enough." He gulped, and your eyes went straight to Jim. "I think we should set a date for our wedding. How's June 10th?" Roy announced it, and Pam's face lit up at the exact moment Jim's fell.

--

Jim walked up onto the brig, finding Michael cuffed to the railing by zipties. In an attempt to give a motivational speech to the team, he had panicked the rest of the passengers, claiming the 'ship was sinking', and now, he stood in the cold. Jim sauntered over, resting on the railing and looking out, slipping on his gloves.

"What happened to you?" He asked, fixing his scarf next.

"Captain Jack has a problem with authority." Michael scoffed.

"Oh right, 'cause you announced that his ship was sinking?"

"Yeah! He just totally lost it. If you ask me, he caused the panic." Michael defended himself, and the pair just sighed, looking out over the black water.

"What a night." Jim said eventually.

"Well it was nice for you, your friend got engaged."

"She was always engaged."

"Roy said the first one didn't count." Michael said quickly, and Jim nodded his head.

"That's... Great." he said softly, his vision focused on a point in the dakrness. "To tell you the truth, I... Used to have a big thing for Pam." Jim admitted. Whether it was the drink, or the fact that when Michael wasn't acting like an asshole, he was actually cool, Jim didn't know. "So.."

"Really, you're kidding me." Michael looked mildly surprised. "Y-you and Pam? Wow... I would have never put you two together, you really hid it well. God!"

"What do you mean?" Jim asked, and Michael shook his head.

"Always thought you were more interested in Y/N... I usually have a radar for stuff like that." Michael shook his head, processing the information. "You know I made out with Jan-"

"Yeah, I know. I know..."

"Yep... Well, Pam is cute." Michael stated, and Jim felt a sad smile take hold of his expression.

"Yeah... She's really funny and- and she's warm and she's just... Anyway." Jim shook it off.

"Well, if you like her so much, uh, don't give up." Jim looked over at Michael in surprise.

"She's engaged." Jim reminded.

"Pfft... BFD! Engaged ain't married." Michael said with a raise of the eyebrows, and Jim exhaled with a smirk.

"Huh."

"Never, ever, ever give up." Michael's words stuck with Jim, and put a smile on his face. The camera panned, and watching from the shadows was Y/N.

You held a drink in your hands, regarding the interaction with a little smile. It wasn't often you saw Michael so himself, but you missed it. His bravado gone and his heart in the right place, Michael was a good person.

And as the ship docked that night, you got into a taxi and headed home, with no intention of hooking up with Brenda, and a little more hope in your soul.

--

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[kiseiakhun]

What are your feelings on Kyle/Jason/Wally. I kinda think it might happen if Kyle had a crush on both. Accidentally tells Wally. Teasing. Jason finding out. Jason and Wally overdramaticly flirting. Dick finds out and Kyle dying from the close proximity of both Jason/Wally Wally/Jason Jason/Kyle Wally/Kyle. And then Flirting/Showing off intensifying. Although I don't really know much about Wally or Kyle. ❤

RUBS HANDS TOGETHER

Hello? This is the greatest ask anyone’s ever sent me. Kyle is a lovey-dovey dumbass who falls in love after two seconds of knowing someone, so like. It’s real. It’s very real. He and Wally would’ve had their thing first? Because of their whole enemies to lovers arc in JL, except - because of that whole dynamic where they started off ragging on each other, I feel like they both would’ve been oblivious to their feelings. Add in a healthy dose of compulsory heterosexuality from Kyle, and yeah... the adults of the League have probably been waiting years for that ship to sail, except the babies just keep being oblivious dunderheads.

(Wally realized in his teen years that he’s not strictly heterosexual, because being on a team with Dick Grayson when you’re male tends to draw out any bent inclinations very, very quickly. It’s just. Kyle is the snot-nosed rookie too big for his britches. He’s a baby? He’s an infant. Wally is not attracted to an infant, wtf.)

And then Kyle goes off on his journey of self-discovery with Donna and Jason. Well, journey of self-discovery for him, because Jason’s ass and body and his devil-may-care tough guy attitude is the culmination of Kyle’s bisexual crisis. Seriously, countdown is basically Kyle going “ugh, that stupid hot sexy asshole is so hot and sexy around Donna, there’s no way she can resist him. Why is he attractive? He needs to stop. I’m going to fight him because he’s TOO HOT.” It’s incredible. If the writers weren’t cowards, countdown would’ve ended with them being in a triad.

Donna’s probably the one who points out that mayhaps... Kyle’s constant mooning over Jason might mean something different... and Kyle’s like wtf, no. And then he actually thinks about it, because Kyle’s one of maybe two (2) men in the dcu who has a semblance of emotional intelligence (idk who the other one is, but I’m sure he’s out there) (edit: it’s Connor. Connor Hawke. Connor is the other man. I was going to say Clark but Clark keeps going to extremes whenever he or his are threatened and. like. he tries, bless his heart, but there’s still a lot of repression going on with him) and he’s like wait. Fuck. Well what do I do with this information!! It’s not like Jason is into guys!!!

To which Donna just looks at him like, how are you so smart yet so stupid at the same time. She remembers how baby Jason mooned over Roy and Dick as much as he mooned over her. She Remembers.

(Also, lbr, Donna’s very experienced by now at dealing with dumb boys in denial about their non-het leanings. See previous statements about being on a team with Dick Grayson. She saw all of it, man. She’s seen so much.)

Cue Kyle, sitting bolt upright in bed after they’ve just wound down for the night and just saying, “Oh my god, Wally.”

And Donna’s just like, yup.

And Jason’s just like ? wtf is that asshole up to now. Whatever, idc, blissfully unaware of Kyle’s bi panic.

Anyway. The world is saved, and they get back to their Earth, and Kyle manages to put it aside because Everything Happens So Much. He’s the Green fking Lantern, okay, he doesn’t have time to deal with sexuality crises, except. Except. It won’t leave him alone?

Like, in his downtime he hangs out with Wally a lot since they’re friends, and oh yes, hello raging crush that he can no longer pretend isn’t a thing, because once Kyle acknowledges his attraction? That is it, man, there’s no turning back from that point. And ik that in canon, Jason threw a snitfit and left Kyle and Donna in the middle of their happy fun space adventure fieldtrip, but let’s say he didn’t have a sudden ooc personality turn because of writer mandate, and he stayed with Kyle and Donna until the end of their journey, and they stayed in touch.

And Kyle realizes, to his horror, that Jason is charming, and funny, and not bad on the eyes, and fuuuuck. This isn’t really helping his stupid dumb crush. Stupid dumb crushes. Goddamn.

(Sometimes Jason even joins him in his Space Adventures because of his new team. More specifically, Kori and her shiny new spaceship that can sustain humans in space conditions, and he is not jealous, shut up, Roy.)

(Roy caught on pretty quickly, because he’s much more empathetic and in tune with other peoples emotions than he pretends to be 90% of the time. Unfortunately, he only uses his powers for chaos.)

Ofc, Wally would start getting curious about Jason eventually because suddenly this kid is fucking everywhere? Dick’s calling on him for intel in the middle of a firefight, and he’s ragging on Roy’s atrocious dress sense, and he’s joking with Donna and Kyle’s giving him the same shit that he used to give to Wally, excuse me. Wasn’t he a villain or something? The last time Wally paid attention to him, he was sawing heads off in Gotham, and now Wally can’t seem to turn without tripping over him. When the fuck did that even happen?

(I’m not sure if Wally ever met Robin!Jason. Hm. Were Jason’s guest-appearances on the team during when Wally was pulling one of his stints of... I don’t WANT to be a hero, I want to be a NORMAL BOY who goes to COLLEGE, even though I literally re-created the Flash’s lab accident down to the letter just so I can have his powers and be a hero and save the world? ... ykw, we don’t acknowledge that era of Wally. This was back when he was a meninist incel or something. Ick.)

... and damn, Wally really can trip over him now, huh. Because he sure did grow up big, and strong, and rugged, and haha fuck now Dick is starting to glare at him, too, and not just at Roy, abort, abort.

...... Wally does attempt to subtly ask Roy, later, if there’s any truth to the statements about him and Jason and Kori that Roy says to Dick to get him all riled up. I say “attempt to” because Wally is bad at subtlety. It’s part of why he and Kyle get along so well. Roy realizes what he’s asking and he about has an apoplexy because Wally? Wally? Now there’s a surprise contender he did not expect, tossing his hat into the ring.

But also. Also... hot.

Roy and Kori are watching all of this while munching popcorn like damn, this is better than TV. Because Kyle’s having his crisis, his Love crisis, and Wally’s having his oh my god why do I find my best friend’s little brother hot crisis, and Jason is just happily oblivious to all of this, because he’s too busy angsting over his dad not loving him enough and dismantling trafficking rings and being the big, bad scourge of Gotham to notice Kyle pining after him like a lovelorn puppy, and Wally eyeing him appreciatively like he hasn’t eaten in a whole hour and Jason is a tender piece of marbled steak roasted on both sides to perfection. He does notice the way Kyle and Wally look at each other, though, because he’s only observant when it comes to the positive emotions of other people. And he is not stepping in the middle of that, tyvm, because from what Roy’s told him the two of them have a looooong history and he does not want to get caught in the middle of that crossfire.

Roy and Kori are both like, what makes you think it’s going to get messy, anyway? And Jason, whose real world examples of functioning relationships are 1. Willis and Catherine Todd, 2. Bruce and Selina, 3. Bruce and Talia, 4. Dick and all his exes, 5. Roy and all of his not-exes because he doesn’t date but people keep falling in love with him anyway and he panics and ghosts them because he is Roy William Commitment Issues Harper, 6. Kori and whatever the fuck she’s got going on with Dick and like, an ex? back on Tamaran? who she might still be married to?? what the fuck, 7. Kyle and Donna and their messy breakup(s)(?) (Jason doesn’t ask, because he Does Not Want To Know) (he’s too busy repressing to realize it’s half because of jealousy), is just like, that’s just how things go.

And Roy and Kori, both having mentally run through all of those ^ options while Jason was thinking of a response, are just like. ... yeah, alright, that’s fair enough.

God, every single relationship in DC is a mess.

Where was I even going with this?

Oh, right. Basically, Kyle is pining like a lovelorn idiot, Wally doesn’t know what the fuck he’s feeling and it’s making him confused, and Jason is ignoring his feelings because maybe if he just represses them hard enough, they won’t spill over and punch him in the face. Honestly, I see Wally making the first move, because his inadequacy issues don’t run as deep as Jason and Kyle’s do, and Kyle’s just like :D and Jason’s like, what the fuck. What the fuck? Because it literally blindsides him, even though it’s stupidly, painfully obvious to everyone else around him.

Either that, or Roy gets sick enough of watching their lovelorn pining, and employs Dick’s help to lock them all in a closet, naked, and fuck it out.

(Dick doesn’t actually disapprove of Jason sleeping with his friends, he just needs to get over his mental block of still seeing Jason as a baby)

Anyway. They’re all a whole-ass mess.

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