#( 🍯ooc. // out of time. )

[timestrained]

I love her ur honor ... ;_;

[surshica]

HII LUVV!! i hope ur taking care of ur self :))

but i heard u needed chishiya requests 👀 so maybe like when chishiya gets like sick and he’s more clingier than normal and he’s the type to not get sick easily and and ykyk

i’ll let u decide on the rest 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

MATSURI <3

request: chishiya x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: ill chishiya — overly clingy chishiya — ooc chishiya (idgaf sorry 😜) — swearing — a little sensual actions from chishiya — established relationship

— CHISHIYA x GN!READER

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🍯 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

the morning sunlight beamed through the curtains, a groan as you slowly opened your eyes. shifting your body to face chishiya who looked like he was still asleep. he was quite overworked so seeing him sleeping made you smile.

you leaned down to place a kiss on his nose when you noticed/heard his jagged breathing. placing your hand on his forehead you had noticed he was hot, very hot. your face grew concerned shaking chishiya awake, “chishiya wake up. wake up.” you didn’t want to be too loud so you just whispered yelled.

chishiya groaned, “i’ll get ready for work later..” he had cuddled up against the blanket some more. his hands wandered your side of the bed to bring you closer to him; to his luck you were sitting up on the bed.

“no you’re not going to work chishiya, you’re sick. you have a cold” you sterned at him placing your hand over his forehead again. “you are literally scorching hot.” you sighed crawling off the bed.

“thank you” he replied back, “no not like that dumbass.” you groaned slipping on a pair of house sandals making your way to the door; “where are you going?” chishiya had sat up the blanket still draped on him.

his hair was messy his eyes were tired and you can see his breathing become unsteady. “i’m going to make you some soup, it’ll help you feel better” the response made chishiya upset for some reason. he slowly crawled off the beee to go over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from the back.

“what are you doing?? go back to bed chishiya” you furrowed your brows slightly, chishiya clung onto you like a lost child. his arms were wrapped around your waist holding it tightly his face was buried into your sides.

no words were exchanged but he was moving you back to the bed slowly, you found it rather cute. though he was quite sick so he was pretty weak, “no chishiya i need to make you some soup.” “the soup can wait. just five more minutes then you can make the soup” his voice was demanding causing a sigh to escape your lips. “fine only five minutes.”

in a blink of an eye you were laying back down in bed with chishiya, don’t get it wrong he is a big spoon but today he felt like being the small spoon. his hands were snaked under your shirt, still maintained the same cold temperature even though the rest of his body was scorching hot.

running your hands through his hair untangling the small knots. the position wasn’t the most comfortable since your leg was falling asleep on you but there was no room for complaining, the small snores rumbled throughout your stomach area.

chishiya nuzzled his face more into your stomach, almost like he was cat that craves attention. twirling his hair around your fingers you mindlessly dozed off into the distance.

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🍯 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

looking back at the time you had realized more than five minutes has passed—hell half an hour had passed by, untangling yourself from his grasp you had shook your leg to wake back up. you had stuffed a pillow in your spot so he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, you can say you are a genius.

making your way to the kitchen you had taken out a canned chicken noodle soup to heat up in a pot. “you said you’d stay in bed for five minutes..it wasn’t even five minutes.” chishiya appeared from behind causing you to jump slightly.

“well i am a liar, i had to make food. you’re running on an empty stomach” you turned down the pot filled with chicken noodle soup; turning your head back a frown was shown on your lips. “go back to bed chishiya i’ll bring you food when it’s ready”

“no.”

“what?”

“no”

“chishiya.”

“im not going back until you come with me”

“someone’s clingy”

chishiya leaned on the countertop watching you make the soup, he stood by the word. he wasn’t leaving until you came back with him to the bedroom. “the food can wait, yn”

taking a bowl out the counter you gave him a slight side eye “no mister the food cannot wait you need to eat something so you can take medicine, aren’t you a doctor? you should know this by now” slowly pouring some of the soup into the bowl

“well since you are here there is no need to go to the room to give you this.” you handed the bowl to the tired eyed chishiya. “that’s no fun” he took the bowl sipping a little bit of the broth before scrunching his face with a burnt tongue.

you took out some medicine from the cabinet, it was a liquid orange flavored syrup; the remembrance of the taste made you ick before pouring it in a little cup. “when you’re done with your food take this.” chishiya who had been sipping at the soup looked over at the medicine cup, “seriously? orange?” “that’s all we had”

you had looked away for a few seconds and chishiya had basically chugged down the whole soup including the medicine. an disgusted look on his face was evident. “i’m done.”

“seriously? you didn’t even let the food sit and cool?” “nope” “did you even drink water?” “no” “chishiya” “can we go lay down in the bed?” the question sounded more like a demand, he didnt even give you time to respond before grabbing your hand leading you back to the bed.

“chishiya i have work,” you argued as he laid on the bed patting the side next to him. “work can wait” he continued to pat the spot, “just call in saying youre sick,” he had grabbed your arm pulling you down onto the bed. “its not a complete lie since youre with someone who is sick”

a groan escaped your lips along side a small smile, “fine but im getting up in an hour.” you had warned him. “mm dont be too certain.” “chishiya.” he had smiled at you sternly saying his name. “youre so clingy.”

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🍯 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

tags — open

@nanamora , @parkersmyth , @trinmadol , @noxceleste , @eissaaaa , @dr3amscap3 , @arizzu , @bwnniidump , @kerenz , @minyoungieee , @saiewithakatana

[runnning-outof-time]

Hello! Could you do these three with Tommy please? Thank you!

🩹 (tending to each other's wounds)

🚪 (showing up at the other's door needing comfort)

🍯 (friends to lovers)

Hey there Bri! So I feel kind of bad because I’ve been keeping this ask hostage in my ask box for months now, but I was waiting for the right time for inspiration to strike. After seeing the post you made a few days ago about being let down after your birthday, I got inspired and this is what came from it. Tommy may be a little OOC in this but quite honestly, I don’t care. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I hope you enjoy and that this little story makes up from me keeping this hidden for those months! 🥰

A Late Night Visit

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: blood, injuries

Usually it’s Tommy showing up at (Y/N)’s door when he’s bitten off more than he can chew, but what happens when it’s the other way around?

It was odd for there to be a knock on Tommy’s door after dusk, but he answered it anyway. The last thing he expected to see on the other side was his friend, (Y/N), standing with her arm clutched against her chest and her stockings ripped and bloodied.

“What happened?” he questioned after his initial surprise had passed.

“I was riding my horse and he threw me off. I…I didn’t know where else to go,” she said through her sniffles, trying so hard to hold back her tears.

“You walked all the way over here?” he asked, his surprised expression returning as he took her gently by the shoulders and slowly walked with her inside. She hobbled her way over to the couch and sat down, nodding slightly when he came to kneel in front of her. “Jesus, (Y/N)…you could have hurt yourself even more,” he commented on her choice, worry evident in his voice now.

“Don’t think I could’ve made it any worse than I am now,” she said dryly, hissing as Tommy took her injured arm and brought it away from her chest so that he could inspect it. “Be gentle, please,” she asked him.

“Always am with you,” he responded, looking up at her with the slightest grin on his face. (Y/N) tried to smile, but it came out like a grimace due to the pain she was feeling.

“How bad is it?” she asked after he’d been assessing her injuries for a few minutes.

“Not as bad as it looks,” he informed her, making her exhale a relieved sigh, “you’ve just bruised your wrist pretty bad and have some scrapes on your arm and leg.”

“Good…I thought you were gonna have to chop it off,” she still managed to joke despite the pain she was still feeling. Tommy chuckled at her statement, shaking his head as a smile formed on his face.

“Would you want me to bandage the scrapes up?” he asked then, his eyebrows raised slightly as he awaited her answer.

“No,” she shook her head before looking down at the injuries in mention, “they’ll heal fine on their own.”

“Whatever you say,” he shrugged at her response smiling at her as he went to stand up.

(Y/N) stopped him before he was able to move though. “Thank you for letting me in, Tommy,” she said to him, her words making his eyes catch hers again.

“Course, love,” he answered her with a lop-sided smile, laughing softly to himself before continuing, “what was I supposed to do? Leave you on the stoop til morning?”

“I mean you could have…” (Y/N) trailed off, prying her eyes away from his. Although she could stare into them all day, she needed to break away before he could see the fact that his gaze on her, mixed with that stupid smirk, was starting to make her feel things…things that her eyes would surely give away.

“But I wouldn’t,” he told her, his eyes not straying from her as he watched her bite her bottom lip. Stop doing that before I do something about it, he said to her in his head, trying to resist the urge to make a move on her right there. He’d been dancing around his feelings for her for some time now. It was that cliché ‘I don’t want to ruin our friendship’ worry that would travel through his mind each time he considered making a move. He was hung up on the possibility that the thought could come true.

“Because you care about your friends,” she added onto his sentence, a smile on her face as her eyes found his again. She could see something different in them this time; something she hadn’t quite seen before. It made her curious, and she now wanted to know what had set it off.

“No,” he hummed, shaking his head slightly before he sat up on his knee and moved himself closer to her, “it’s because I care about the person that I love,” he whispered before he pressed his lips to her forehead. He almost laughed when he pulled back. (Y/N) was now looking at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. The small gap in them made them look the slightest bit more kissable.

“The person you love…as a friend,” she tried to coax more details out of him, quite literally in shock from his words.

“Not just as a friend anymore, (Y/N),” he shook his head again, “I want something more with you.”

“You…you do?” (Y/N) did not know what to say. She didn’t expect this to happen when she stumbled her way to his door.

“Yeah,” his word came out like a breath, “but only if you’d want something more too.”

“I’d want something more too,” she told him, a slight nod accompanying her words as a smile formed on her face.

A similar smile graced Tommy’s features as he heard what she had to say. He didn’t think it’d be that easy, and he honestly didn’t think that she’d be interested in him in the same way as he was with her. He always thought that he wasn’t the man for her…but maybe he truly was. And now he was going to try his damnedest to be the man that she deserved.

“You sure you don’t need anything on that cut?” he asked her, nodding to the scrape on her arm that still looked to be in pretty rough shape.

“I’m sure,” she assured him before her smile grew, “I think I do need a kiss though,” she tested her luck, her words making Tommy chuckle before he obliged…anything to make her feel better, right?

———

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MASTERLIST

[a-earthssprout]

🥀🍯 TEMPORARILY LOW ACTIVITY. hello, everyone ! I hope today has been kind to you 🌼 recently I’ve been feeling quite overwhelmed with life in general ( to be clear, no one has made me feel this way. I promise ! this is just the unfortunate result of a pesky brain 😔 … ) & I just feel like … words aren’t my friends no matter where I’m using them. I have muse, I have motivation, but when I sit down to put things on the page ? quite literally nothing makes sense 👀 I’m sure you all understand that a child must be written a certain way in order to sound like a child, and … yeah, that’s not the way things are coming out 🥴

so ! I’m putting Ari’s blog on a temporary low activity status, & I’m going to try my best to step away from online stuff in general. this includes ooc conversations ( discord & tumblr ). I think I just need a break from it all—I’m hoping this is the right balm ! 

I won’t be inactive—you may see me pop in here from time to time, or you may even hear from me in the im’s—just doing other things with my time ! I think this should set things right 🌷 so, in case my silence worries anyone, I promise I’m alright ! &, again, trust me when I say that no one has done anything wrong 🌼 as always, much lava 😊

[c0smic-coral]

Closure, aka the real last post about #a scandal in tumblr

Post below the cut

Despite having blocked both of them and determined to stay out of the drama from not long before consultjohnwatson made the split public, I have been lurking on both consult-sherlockholmes and consultjohnwatson. This was just me wanting everything to be okay.

I guess I just wanna piece together the unfortunate piece I was involved in, despite my involvement in the roleplay being very brief. I know I talked about it in my last post about the situation, but now that it’s been quite some time since the split went public, I’d like to share it again.

On February 21st (I think), consultjohnwatson reblogged my well-loved mustache post and gave me advice about my cold that I was having, hence the tag for the posts on this blog, #☕️🍯🔎 . After a few days, I also got in contact with consult-sherlockholmes, awkwardly saying hello and soon becoming mutuals for a short time. I ended up starting a sideblog to keep the reblogs from cluttering up my main, not unlike what ended up happening with the papa-terzo-emeritus roleplay, which I am also no longer a part of. I may discuss that another time.

Now, here’s the part I feel terribly guilty about. 

I am aware that this split was planned, but I feel, if I hadn’t been involved, it would have been a lot less messy. Why?

Because I was the one who told consultjohnwatson that consult-sherlockholmes got in criminalisticonsultant’s car. 

Even though I know now that this split was a long time coming, I still feel sort of guilty about this. The split was messy because of Moriarty’s involvement, and that aspect wouldn’t have come to light if not for my actions. I know he may have seen the posts on his own, so I shouldn’t beating myself up over this, and I wouldn’t even be writing this post if I didn’t feel terrible over the fact that it’s been almost a month since this happened and people are still talking about it.

I guess criminalisticonsultant was right. I don’t know what’s good for me.

I believe most of us were unaware how OOC this thing really was, so I had no idea what was really happening until consultjohnwatson messaged me to take down a post I made after the “replacement” drama went down. I genuinely had no idea about the split until this moment. I had my theories when when consultjohnwatson answered the other Sherlock’s ask, but I didn’t want to believe that. I wanted to believe this was all part of the roleplay. consultjohnwatson told me about the split and that consult-sherlockholmes was aware of this, something that shocked me because only minutes earlier, consult-sherlockholmes had reached out to me for help, in-character I assume, though with her it was hard to tell. Even now I’m not sure. She had told me to not tell consultjohnwatson about our messages, a direction I did not obey. I tried to explain to consult-sherlockholmes that consultjohnwatson wanted to split, she claimed to not know about this and to not trust consultjohnwatson and to stay.

At this point, I was like, “fuck this shit, I’m done”.

I told consult-sherlockholmes that I wasn’t doing this anymore, which was met with more begging which, frankly, felt like blackmail. My final decision was to block both of them (and criminalisticonsultant), delete my sideblog and every post and reblog made on my main prior to the sideblog’s creation and finish it off with one last post.

Clearly, now it’s two last posts.

In those messages, consult-sherlockholmes said this felt like a divorce, and that feeling I see goes both ways. Three years those two did this together, and I got there just in time to watch it all end and have a very unfortunate experience. I felt terrible after all was said and done. I felt sort of sick. I felt very much manipulated. I thought everything was going to work out, and I thought wrong. The worst part? I sort of forgot this was pretend, especially after the now-deleted 16 Personalities post, which if you don’t know, consult-sherlockholmes, who was my mutual by this point, reblogged it. In my post, I ended up comparing myself to Sherlock, and I suppose for a moment I forgot this was a roleplay and I felt like Sherlock Holmes was actually telling me I have potential. This fact only made the reality a lot harder to swallow.

So where do I stand on this now?

consultjohnwatson.

consultjohnwatson has my full support. I believe that the reason for the split is totally valid. Two people should be on the same page when working together, not struggling to see eye to eye. Hell, that ended up translating to the actual roleplay. I do agree with consultjohnwatson that replying to the other Sherlock was a poor decision, and keeping the fact that this was an OOC issue out of conversation for as long as it was was probably not the best.

consult-sherlockholmes is being extremely immature about this. I do understand her frustration with the post where she asked consultjohnwatson and atamh (Mycroft) to stop tagging her despite the split, but the Ides of March post was a little far. Even though she tagged nobody to it (I did see the #john watson), it was absolutely passive-aggressive.

Anyways, that’s all I have to say about this. I try to put this out of my mind, but it sure is hard to. I hope consult-sherlockholmes is able to move on. I hope all of you who have decided to continue with Sherlock roleplays do. Cheers to y’all, and thank you for the tea with honey.

[ira-dendrobium]

GOD AU EVENT!

I know I'm still new to Genshin Impact writing fandom but while I'm doing the rest of the story in my draft, I want to open some event requests. I will close it after I think I have enough requests.

Event status: Open

(Request Accepted : 2)

This is to go to the Event Masterlist! And keep the track of the accepted request!

How to join?

1. Send me between 🌸 (Female Reader) or this 🌿 (Gender Neutral Reader) or 🍂(Male Reader) or 🌻(Child! Reader). If you choose 🌻or Child! Reader, it will automatically become a platonic story so some options will change according to this.

2. Give me the name of the characters and their god title. (Ex: Kaeya as Winter God)

3. Next pick between: (You can also mix 2 snacks at the same time. Ex: 🍦+🍫)

🍦[Fluff]

🍩[Angst]

🥧[Comfort]

🍫[Romance ]

🍯[Platonic]

4. The last thing you want to choose is between 🌷[Non-Yandere] or🌹[Yandere]

So, this is how it will turn out:

"Can I request 🌸 with Winter God Kaeya along with 🍦 and 🌹, please."

Or

" Platonic+[🌸]+ Fire God Diluc+[🍫]+[🌷]"

A little bit of Note, I'm not saying I'm only doing it for Male Characters but if you do put female characters, I apologize for the OOC that will occur. Female characters are not my strongest elements.

[goldenhope-archive]

me scratching my chin wondering who exactly gwen’s voice canon is

[dreamkidddream]

Hi!! Can I please ask for 👀 (forced proximity) + 🍯 (friends to lovers) + 🙅‍♀️ (stopping a lover from sacrificing themselves) + Ranpo Edogawa??

It’s been a while since I wrote for Ranpo my beloved detective 🥹 so apologies if this is very OOC. reader is gender neutral!

Build a blurb ask game!

“Damn it!”

Ranpo slammed his hands against the door, the bolts rattling against his force.

You were stuck in an escape room like trap- the flickering lights above you acted as a distraction while the ticking reminded you of your impending fate.

But you weren’t ready to accept death, and neither was Ranpo.

The smartest detective could solve any case- nothing was impossible for him- you have faith in him to never doubt that. You always will.

Which is why you’re trying to calm your nerves and find any solution out of this mess.

This was worse than Poe’s murder mystery- this was no work of his fiction. It was like an escape room, only failure in escaping would end in death- and the gang of criminals that had you trapped made that message clear with the ticketing bomb just minutes away from detonation.

Ranpo already refused to listen to his words- already trying to find a way out. But as time passed, it was starting to look hopeless-

You shook your head, trying to shake off those thoughts. It’s good to be realistic, but to give up so easily with Ranpo by your side? No way.

“There has to be another way-“

“Of course there is- there always is.” Ranpo adjusted his glasses, the scowl on his face growing deeper. You can see how tense he’s getting with each passing minute, and glancing at the clock, you don’t have much time left.

There had to be something that you could do- anything. You and Ranpo faced worse together, and you refuse to let anything happen to him here. But all of your options were slim, unless-

There is a way to get him out of here.

There’s a chance that you can disarm the bomb or at least buy him some time out of here. Ranpo discovered that tampering with the wires lead to the way out, but doing so caused the countdown to go faster, almost detonating instantaneous. It was the reason you were so short on time to begin with.

The distance from the bomb to the door wasn’t as close, and there were no objects in the room to prop it open with.

Ranpo could escape if he stayed close to the door, but could you?

It was a risk but…it was a risk you were willing to take.

And you didn’t have much time to think as the timer reached 30 seconds.

The agency couldn’t afford to lose Ranpo.

You couldn’t afford to lose Ranpo.

Your feet moved on its own, mind made up.

“I’m sorry Ranpo.”

“(Y/N)- What are you doing?!”

You pushed Ranpo towards the door and sprinted towards the bomb, ripping open the top and shoving your trembling fingers into the tangled wires.

Ranpo’s jade eyes shot open, sweat running down his face as he rushed to you. Time slowed down- you see his lips moving, but his words were drowned out by your heart drumming and the quickening beeping in your ears.

You thought of your life- you thought of your childhood, meeting everyone at the agency for the first time, recalling the exact moment that you fell in love with Ranpo and all the time spent together. It all went by in a flash, and you curled tighter around the bomb, a shaky smile on your face. If he was too stubborn to leave, you would shield the blast with your body as best as you could.

You had regrets, and the biggest one you faced was never confessing your love. But you were still eternally grateful for getting the chance to love him anyway.

You couldn’t save yourself, but at least you could save hi-

You felt your body being jerked back and your view turned blurry, the breath knocked out of you as you were tackled to the ground. A massive blast of heat passed over you, and your ears rung in distress.

Your teary eyes met with Ranpo’s widened gaze, and you couldn’t make out what he was saying as spots of black started to cloud your vision, finally overtaking it as you blacked out.

—

You saw nothing but white when you woke up- and you honestly thought that you were dead.

Until you saw Ranpo in the chair, arms folded with an unusual somber expression on his face. You must be back at the agency in Yosano’s office- meaning you actually survived. But how? The last thing you remember is covering the bomb and accepting your fate, so how-

“So you’re finally awake.”

You couldn’t rack your brain anymore as Ranpo’s words cut into the air. You tried to sit up but you felt so exhausted that you could barely lift yourself up.

“Yosano said to take it easy, so just relax- that explosion took a lot of you.”

“Ranpo, I-“

“You idiot.”

You finally lifted your eyes to meet his, feeling nothing but fury from his glare.

“What were you thinking?! To try and sacrifice yourself like that? How stupid do you have to be?!”

You never heard Ranpo so angry before, and his words were cutting you deep.

“What? You didn’t trust me to save you?”

“Ranpo no- of course I trust you-“

“So why did you try to leave me?!”

His words echoed off the walls and you were left speechless as he shot out of his chair.

“You thought that dying was the only answer? And that you did it to save me?” He scoffed. “What? Is it because I don’t have an ability like the others that you think I’m weak?”

“Ranpo I don’t think you’re weak, I just- I just wanted to save you!”

“When I already found a way to save you!”

Ranpo was panting as you finally forced yourself to sit up. Save you?

“Did you honestly think I was going to let you die? That your death was the only option? Did you really think I would accept that?”

You felt guilt well up inside of you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him- you only wanted to protect him. If it ever came down that either you or Ranpo would perish, you would throw your life down without a second thought. You never want to face that situation (again), but it’s the truth.

“Ranpo, I-“ you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. “I don’t want to lose you, and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure of that. I don’t doubt you, I never did- I just-“

“And you don’t think it’s the same for me?”

Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as Ranpo continued, in full disbelief at his words. Is he-

“You always push me to do my best no matter what, and you’re one of the only people that saw me as an equal instead of this powerless person. You’ve become someone…really important to me (Y/N), and you expect me to let you go like that?” He let out a dry chuckle. “Sounds like you’re dumber than I thought if you didn’t catch on yet.”

Your mouth was agape as Ranpo gave you a genuine smile, and reached for your hand and leaned towards you,

“You can’t expect the great detective to lose someone as irreplaceable as you.”

“Ranpo…” You tried to stop your eyes from watering at his words.

“Buuuut it’s obvious that I need to keep a closer eye on you since you’re so reckless.“

Annnd the Ranpo you knew was back.

He clicked his teeth. “Making me have to do more work outside of these boring missions.”

He opened one of his eyes as he leaned back in his chair nonchalantly. “But it’s nothing that a great detective like myself can’t handle. Someone has to watch over you dummies anyway.” His words held no real bite as he gave your hand a light squeeze.

A tired smile graced your face, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. “Right.”

“But I expect full compensation in snacks and more, and no back talk either!”

As Ranpo continued to list off his demands (including spending more time with him- which is that even possible at this point considering how much you two are already together?), you laid back on the bed, both tired from the day and giddy for the future of this more defined partnership.

[aceghosts]

hello I request a build a blurb: 🍯 friends to lovers + 🔥 slow burn for Blue please 🥺

Thank you for sending this in! I ended up going with Blue's newest ship since I have a DC AU for them after seeing Batman (2022), lol.

[Prompt List]

Summary: Detective Blue Murphy brings the Batman a cup of coffee as they meet with him one morning.

Words: 1,267 words.

Warnings: Don’t think there are any. Let me know if I need to add any.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing for Bruce from the Batman (2022). I'm still kinda trying to figure out how to write him. So, I apologize if he might seem OOC, but you know what they say, practice makes perfect!

As the elevator slowly reaches its destination, Blue nervously bites their lip, two coffee cups in hand. They’re a little nervous about bringing the Batman coffee. Does he even like coffee? But Blue wanted to do something nice for a friend, a little thank you for all the help he has been on cases. Their heart twinges slightly, and Blue firmly reminds themself that they are just friends with the Batman. The elevator shudders to a stop with a loud groaning noise as they catch sight of the Batman through the metal bars, his dark outline a striking contrast against the early rays of the rising sun. As Blue pushes the door open with a screech, the Batman glances over his shoulder briefly before turning his gaze back towards the skyline. They notice the tension in his shoulders give way a little as they approach. Blue and Gordon have gotten good at reading the Batman, the little signs that are unnoticeable to anyone else. Shivering as a soft breeze flows through the unfinished building, Blue teases, “Gordon couldn’t be here; so, you’re stuck with me this morning. I’ve brought coffee to make it up to you.”

He shifts a little more towards them as Blue stops next to him, eyeing the coffee cups warily as if he expects it to be a trap. “You shouldn’t have.” The Batman bluntly states, looking away to the skyline again.

“I wanted to. I figure you probably have stuff to do after this, and I thought it would be nice to have a small boost,’ Blue offers the cup in their right hand towards him, giving the Batman a small smile, ‘I got us coffee from the Silver Coast Diner. Roz, the waitress, makes a mean cup of coffee that is guaranteed to get you going, but it’s always really bitter. I did bring some sugar and creamer to help with the bitterness. If this isn’t really your type of coffee, you should let me know what you like, and I’ll get it the next time.”

The Batman looks over at them, eyes narrowing under the cowl. “Why?”

“Why did I bring coffee? Because we’re friends?” They try to hide the hurt tone in their voice.

“Friends?” Blue’s heart sinks at his statement. Did he not think they were friends? Did Blue misread the signs? Gordon was going to kick their ass if they scared off the Batman. “Thank you.” The Batman takes the coffee cup from their right hand, his glove fingers softly brushing against their own. “Do you have any cream?”

“I do!” They exclaim excitedly, switching their coffee to their right hand. Fishing some creamers out of the pocket of their dark green wool jacket, Blue hands him a few for his coffee. They watch silently as he adds the creamers to his coffee and holds out their hand when he is finished with them. “Give me those. I’ll throw ‘em out when I go back down. We shouldn’t litter,” they say as the Batman hands them the empty coffee creamers, sticking them in their jacket pocket. He raises the cup to his lips, and Blue laughs as the Batman grimaces. “I told you Roz likes to make her coffee bitter.”

“How do you take your coffee?”

Smiling crookedly at him, Blue enthusiastically responds, “With way too much sugar!” They let out another small laugh as he shakes his head. “But you didn’t come here to hear about my crimes against coffee drinkers everywhere, how is the investigation on Crane going?”

“Haven’t found him yet. I have a few leads, but I’m still following them. If I find anything, I’ll update you and Gordon.” The Batman looks frustrated, his jaw tightening.

“Hey,’ Blue starts softly, reaching gently touching his shoulder with their left hand, “We’re gonna find Crane and stop him. He is going to make a mistake; it’s only a matter of time.”

He closes his eyes, relaxing under their touch. As he sighs softly, the Batman opens his eyes, and Blue lets go of his shoulder. “Thank you, but the longer Crane is out in Gotham, the more he has the chance to hurt. Where is Gordon?”

“Up last night dealing with a stakeout. It was a total bust, but he ended up getting no sleep. I told him that I would meet with you so he could catch a few hours of sleep. Besides, I like meeting with you.” They tease slightly at the last part.

The Batman nods awkwardly, taking another sip of coffee. Even after the Riddler investigation, most of the GCPD was wary about him. Local citizens had adopted the Batman as one of their own, a hometown hero of sorts. “Will you be going back to the station?”

“I have a little time before my shift starts and I wanted to watch the sunrise. I used to watch the sunrise a lot before moving to Gotham, and I thought I’d take the chance this morning. If you’re not busy, you could stay.” They offer, a little hopeful that he might stay.

“I’d like that.”

Blue’s eyes widen at his response, expecting him to disappear without so much as a warning. “Okay.” They nod, a little unsure. The Batman was notorious for disappearing halfway through someone’s sentence. Gordon always shook his head, grumbling a little under his breath. Blue just laughed, figuring he was off to do something more important.

Standing in silence, Blue and the Batman watch the sunrise, Gotham’s sky turning yellow and pink over the city. Sunrise has always been Blue’s favorite time of day; it always felt like a chance for a new beginning, a second chance. Just in the same way Gotham had been for Blue after Hope County. Glancing at the Batman out of the corner of their eye, Blue notices he is watching them, studying their face intently in the light of the dawn. Feeling their cheeks heat up a little bit, Blue gently jokes, “You know, part of the enjoyment of watching a sunrise is actually watching it.”

The Batman turns his gaze towards the sunrise, asking, “You said you used to do this a lot?”

“Yeah, back when I lived in Colorado, I would get up early and watch the sunrise from my cabin. Or I’d go to one of the trails at Rocky Mountain National Park, where I worked, and I'd watch the sunrise from the trails. I didn’t get to do that as much in Hope County,’ They swallow painfully, Hope County still a raw memory in their mind, ‘I just really like sunrises; they always kinda make me feel hopeful.”

In his eyes, they notice the questioning look, as if he has noticed the pained expression at the mention of Hope County. Before the Batman can ask about it, Blue’s work phone beeps. They fish it out of their left pants pocket, noticing the text to get to the station. Giving the Batman an apologetic smile, Blue says, “I have to go; They need me at the station early.”

He nods as Blue slips their phone back into their pocket. “Understandable.”

Patting his shoulder, Blue suggests, “You should stay, take a breather. Maybe you could watch it for the both of us. You shouldn’t have to miss out on the sunrise because I have to go.” They let go of his shoulder, heading towards the elevator. Stepping in, Blue waves to him, before closing the door over and pressing the buttons. As the elevator starts to move, they find the Batman watching them, until he disappears out of Blue’s view.

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