#lil robin update i suppose

[rebouks]

The first day of the new school year began much the same as any other; being accosted by the hallway monitor for dawdling, having inappropriate footwear and daring to possess yet another pair of headphones, only for them to remember who he was and abandon any hopes of receiving an explanation, or an excuse.

Robin thought he would’ve outgrown his selective mutism by now, but apparently, it didn’t work like that. He’d eventually seen a therapist a few years prior, but the poor man didn’t exactly have a handbook for “strange child who can’t speak sometimes due to other people’s overwhelming head voices but won’t/can’t explain himself to anyone other than a ghost who’s stuck in his attic” so, it’d fallen a little flat. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself; but the older he got, the more he started to think he’d been using his gift as a convenient excuse for some of his issues. Maybe. Possibly.

Much less bombarded than when he was little, Robin could usually tune out the everyday chatter within surrounding minds, though he rarely did. He’d become far too accustomed to being nosy, and at this point it was weirder NOT to hear everyone else’s thoughts. It produced an intense itchy feeling that was almost impossible to ignore, as though he’d miss something important the moment he stopped listening.

As a result, Robin struggled to live in the moment, and for himself; constantly juggling other people’s thoughts and emotions as well as his own. Sometimes he wondered if he’d understand his brain better if it belonged to someone else, like if he could observe it from a distance as with everyone else, it’d make more sense-.. or maybe paying more attention in Mr Fitzherbert’s biology classes would help. He supposed he was still overwhelmed after all, just better at hiding it.

Either way, he wasn’t about to admit to all this nonsense out loud, especially not if it landed him in Doctor Abbott’s office again. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to find out how weird he actually was, least of all a psychologist. Think of all the experiments they’d want to do, all the prodding and poking-.. or worse. Robin shuddered at the thought. No, thank you!

Previous // Next

[livwritesstuff]

for @steddie-week day 7 (a day late bc sunday errands got a lil out of control)

this is a sneak peek of an upcoming fic (vibe is slow burn TV co-stars Steddie feat. denial of feelings, a betrayal, and chaotic misuse of social media) and I am Very Excited (that being said pls don't ask about a timeline bc I don't have a clue 😅)

tags: modern day, famous au, actor!steve, actor/singer!eddie, pre-relationship, fake dating (kind of)

The real point of no return in all this, Eddie knows, was the call with PR.

It – as in, having a little fun with the ridiculous dating rumors about him and Steve that had started floating around early on during the press tour for the TV show they'd filmed together last year – was all just a fun little joke until he woke up to a GCal invite in his inbox from the studio’s PR team and ended up on a thirty minute call where a bunch of random suits with fake-ass smiles laughed and said wouldn’t it be funny – wouldn’t it be a goddamn laugh-riot – if you guys played into the rumors? Just for the press tour?

(Just while we can profit off it?)

Yeah. Eddie knows the real motive here but his sense of self-preservation is, like, broken or something (defective at the very least) and he’s always down for a spectacle, so the second he sees Steve nodding his agreement, he agrees too.

It takes less than an hour for PR to send out an updated press schedule, one that now had Eddie paired with Steve at basically every opportunity, which…Eddie feels torn two ways about because, like, it’s an ensemble show. He’d actually really like to do some of this press stuff with Robin and Nancy too. On the other hand, all jokes aside, Eddie does have a pretty pathetic crush on Steve Harrington, so he sort of wants to clock all the hours with him as he can before the show comes out and all this comes to an end, when their paths will separate once again and remain that way probably forever (or until the show gets renewed for a second season, but that’ll be up in the air for a while).

And yes, Eddie sees the irony in the situation. Look – it’s not like he wanted to have a crush on this guy.

Their characters are practically brothers, and Eddie had been on enough sets to know that coming off a project even just being friends with castmates isn’t a walk in the park in and of itself.

Sure, Harrington’s cute – Eddie had noticed it the second they met, but he’d noticed it in kind of a clinical, detached way, like how he could hold an opinion on how good-looking one girl is from the next even if it didn’t do anything for him. He knew that Steve’s a good-looking dude, but more importantly, he’s an honest-to-god good person. Eddie wasn’t even thinking about being anything other than Steve’s friend because he could recognize the kind of privilege that alone is.

So, yeah. No crush on Steve Harrington in sight – not in the beginning, anyway, and not during the entire filming process. Then they started to film all the promo material, and the press tour had kicked off with an eight hour press junket, and after that very first interview (a fifteen minute sit-down with an entertainment talk show), Eddie had turned and asked Steve if he’d fucked up at all (because this is first time on a project big enough to have a real press tour and, seriously, he had no goddamn context for how any of this shit was supposed to go). Steve had just smiled and kicked his ankle and told him he did good and to stop worrying.

And something about that – the little kick to his ankle – had Eddie’s heart turning over like he was part of those trashy romance novels he outright refused to pick up (even though he’d put in a fair bit of time ogling the men on the covers as a horny, closeted teenager).

Oh, fuck, he’d remembered thinking.

Stop it, he’d tried to tell his heart or his brain or whoever else could be responsible for the feelings that were creeping in.

But it was already too late.

It only took a couple hours after the call with PR for Eddie to wonder if he might have made a mistake.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Eddie asked after scrolling through a thread of comments on a clip of an interview that made its way over to TikTok (the thread started with i’ve never seen steve look at anyone like that before and he stopped scrolling after won’t waste my time watching now with an anxious feeling swirling in his gut).

“Huh?” Steve blinked at him.

“I mean,” he paused, “Not every straight guy would be cool with the whole world thinking there’s something going on between him and his gay coworker.”

And Steve had merely shrugged.

“I really don’t think the whole world is tuning into the press tour for some nerdy doomsday show,” he had replied, and then he’d added, “And whoever said I’m straight?”

As if that hadn’t blown Eddie’s whole goddamn mind.

So…fuck it. What’s the worst that could happen?

[cyberphuck]

ROYAL ASSASSIN ABRIDGED: PART TWO

My friend Razz wants to understand my shitposting about Robin Hobb’s Farseer Trilogy, but they don’t want to actually have to read the books, so I’m summarizing it for them (and you)! (Check out all the other entries in the Farseer Trilogy Abridged series at the masterpost. Also if you think I’m funny you can send me a ko-fi from there.)

EDIT: added some strikethroughs where they were supposed to go and put something funny where I had just left the reminder to write something funny. Last Time on Dragon Book Z (rip Toriyama sensei), Fitz finally made it home from the mountains. He’d seen via Skill-o-Vision that Molly had been viked by Vikings, and he was desperate to see if she’d flagged herself ‘safe’ from Being Raided on Facebook…

The next day, Fitz is minding his own business being told by Cook Sara that he looks like shit when he spontaneously decides to climb sixty four flights of stairs. Considering that his tiny teenaged body is still 89% poison by volume and he just got home from the worst road trip of his life (so far!), by the time he gets to the top he's facedown on the floor, pushing himself along by his toes.

  “Hello, Lil Accident,” Verity says, putting down his binoculars. “Wow, you look like shit.”

  “So I’ve been told,” Fitz mumbles to the floor. ”You look a lot less skeletal than when I last saw you.“

  ”Thanks! I had sex.“

  Fitz tries to get up and fails. ”I didn't even know you'd be up here.”

  “Aha, but you see, I Skilled you here, and you didn't even know it. In fact I've been balls-deep in your brain for a week with you none the wiser, because this is a thing I can do with the Skill.“

  Fitz spits out a mouthful of dust. ”Wow, when do I get to learn that kind of thing?“

  ”Never,“ Verity smiles, turning back to the window. ”Come look at my ships.“

  Dragging himself up to the windowsill, Fitz peeks out. “Neat! We'll be able to defend ourselves against the Vikings with these for sure!“

  ”Yes,” Verity growls. “And I can't wait to continue the cycle of violence by going all the way to the Viking home planet and viking them back!“

  Somewhere downstairs, the Fool rubs his temples, sighing loudly.

  ”Anyway, now that I've forced you to climb all the way up here, let's go back down so I can get something to eat.” Verity picks Fitz up by the scruff of his neck. “I want to hear all about your little trip to the Big Onion.“

  They head down to Verity's man cave, and after watching 'ASSASSIN'S APPRENTICE ENDING EXPLAINED— WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO AUGUST,' Verity reads the comments, most of which point out that Regal should have totally died in a fire for plotting to kill his own brother and murdering a bunch of the wedding party.

  Fitz looks at the hay bale in the corner, where the Fool is updating his Linkedin. ”Listen, I have a way bigger part in this book than the last one,“ the Fool says without looking up. ”I'm not gonna have time to re-explain who everybody is to you whenever you want. I've got a big death scene coming up.“

  ”You're going to die?!“ Fitz cries.

  ”Someone is,“ the Fool murmurs.

  ”You're probably wondering why I haven't punished Regal for any of the stuff he did last book,“ Verity says, steepling his fingers. ”And the truth is, I'm not going to, because he'll just throw a temper tantrum about it and I don't want to deal with that.“

  ”What if he tries to kill one of us again?“

  ”Pff, don't worry about it, Lil Accident.“ Verity waves him off. ”You can take tomorrow off to go look for your dead girlfriend.“

  Fitz stands up. ”Thanks Prince Verity, I'm gonna go have a seizure before bed.“

  But as soon as he steps out of the room, Lacey jumpscares him and drags him off to go see Lady Patience, who is laying in a pile of her current hyperfixations. ”You missed the wedding,” she says accusingly.

  ”Sorry, Mrs. My Dead Dad's Wife,“ Fitz sighs. ”Regal tried to, uh, do whatever the opposite of poisoning me and trying to drown me is, and now whenever I get excited I fall over.“ He accepts a glass of wine from Lacey, then dumps it over his head. “I've gotta move on to the next plot point now.”

  Fitz is staggering up the stairs, leaving a wet smear of Rosé after him, when a Servant Girl comes to take his arm. “Here, sir,” she says sweetly. “Let me help you weave drunkenly back to your chambers. Wouldn't want you falling down the stairs and breaking your stupid lying neck.”

  “Thanks, mysterious servant girl. You can drop me off at the corner, I’ll walk from here.”

  But instead of letting him have a seizure in peace, the Servant Girl punches him in the gut and kicks him in the nads, because she's Molly!

  “Holy shit, you're alive!” Fitz sobs. “Oh man, I had a vision that you got viked, it was awful—”

  Molly kicks him in the nads again. “I did get viked, and afterwards I came here looking for you to ask you to loan me some cash, or get married to me. My dumb ass went around to all the servants going 'hey, have you seen the scribe's apprentice, he looks just like FitzChivalry Farseer,' and someone filmed me and made a TikTok titled 'tfw you find out your boyfriend is really The Bastard.'”

  “Oh,” Fitz cringes.

  “Yeah 'oh,'” Molly says. “It has sixteen million views and hashtag Cat-Fitzed is trending on Twitter.”

  “It's called X now,” Fitz squeaks. “What about the older, hotter guy I saw you walking off with?“

  ”That was my cousin,“ Molly snarls. ”Do you think I'd date someone with an earring?“

  “Gosh, it's a good thing I don't wear one of those,” Fitz says, polishing his collar.

  ”Anyway, you're gross and I hate you,“ Molly declares. ”Do not, under any circumstances, continue to attempt to woo me. Goodbye.”

  Despite Fitz's best efforts, he continues to have a seizure any time he tries to do anything except have a seizure. Even into the next day, he's still ragdolling like a character in a seventy dollar video game on release day. The Fool appears briefly to catch a glimpse of Fitz in his underwear, but before they can do any real flirting, Lacey and Patience show up again.

  “Listen, Prince Dumbass,” Patience says, “you fucked up bigtime letting Molly think she was in your league. She came here thinking you'd grown up in a double-wide same as her, drinking off-brand kool aid and saving butter containers to use as tupperware. When people found out you lied to her, they started calling her a hump-and-dump.”

  “But we never even humped,” Fitz objects.

  “And it's a good thing, too, because as royalty you're only allowed to hump at the King's pleasure. Princes are not allowed to run around sticking their dick in whoever they want, that's how we ended up with you. You'd just make a bunch more Fitzes, and we don't have enough paid extras anymore to traumatize *all* of those kids.”

  “We could drown them,” Lacey suggests, working on a cross-stitch that says 'GALS BEING PALS.'

  ”They wouldn't be Fitzes if me and miss Molly got married,“ Fitz says. ”I'll just go and do that real quick.“

  Patience whacks him in the head with a rolled up newspaper. ”No! You're going to marry whoever the King tells you to marry, and no one else. We learned our lesson with Chivalry: we can never, ever allow you to have any control over your life whatsoever, and that includes caring about anyone other than whoever is wearing a crown that day. Besides, didn't you already sign a contract to do whatever King Shrewd told you to do without question forever?”

  “I was nine, I don't really feel like that was binding—”

  Patience grabs Fitz by the front of his shirt and jerks him forward. “Do not,” she says, “have sex with Molly. Do NOT have sex with Molly. DO NOT HAVE SEX WITH MOLLY.”

  “No promises,” Fitz shrugs. “Hey, do you have a backstory other than being the ADHD widow of my deadbeat dad?”

  Patience runs away crying. As soon as she's gone, Chade shows up. “Hey,” he says gently. “Don't cry. Kettricken's dad roped her into a political marriage and now she's miserable and lonely. That can happen for you, too.”

  “This sucks,” Fitz moans.

  “Remember not to have sex with Molly,“ Chade says as he crawls back into his wall-hole.

  ”Whatever. I'm going down into town to find my soulmate.”

  Fitz, wearing his slouchiest beanie, his blackest hoodie, and his unhappiest expression of teenaged angst, stomps down the road into Buckkeep town, hands shoved in his pockets. “Stupid Farseers,” he mutters. ”Always hasslin' me and tellin' me what to do. What do they know? Man, nobody understands what it's like to be me.“

  *Oh, you you think you got it bad, little bitch boy?*

  The entire fandom erupts into cheers and applause as the character in possession of the single teaspoon of sense in the entire series arrives.

  Fitz looks up, snarling, and locks eyes with a wolf trapped in a cage labeled 'ESSENTIAL NPC'. The angry little ball of fluff is just one of many wares sold by a dude in a full body fursuit. “Good morrow, emo child,” Fursuit says, oozing greasily forward. “I see you eyeballing that young cub. You know, an animal like that could really be useful if, say, you were a royal Bastard with Doctor Doolittle magic who was sent out to fight zombies a lot.“

  ”I'll trade you a pack of gum for him,“ Fitz offers.

  ”He's worth way more than that,“ Fursuit says. ”I went through all the trouble of building a rocketship for his wolf-mother and wolf-siblings so they could return to their home planet.“

  *I'll kick your ass! I'll kick everyone's ass! I'll kick my own ass!!*

  *'Shut up, I'm negotiating!'*

  ”A pack of gum AND this cool rock I found,“ Fitz bargains expertly, then kicks Fursuit in the shin, grabs the wolf, and runs off.

  Fitz carries Wolfcub back up to Buckkeep, looking forward to the 'wrestling with a wild animal to show dominance' scene, but then realizes that the cub is too weak and tiny to put up a good fight. What was even the point of having a pet wolf if he couldn't have a badass fight with it and then stand shirtless against the sunrise? Also, Fitz has already had two canines in his life bond to him and then have to return to their home planets, and he's kind of tired of that happening.

  *'My apartment has a no pets policy, so you're gonna have to stay in the tool shed,'* he tells Wolfcub. *'Don't wit-bond to me.'*

  Then, with nothing better to do, he leaves to go do the thing Patience and Chade explicitly told him not to: Have Sex With Molly.  ”The fuck is wrong with you lately?“ Burrich asks, some days later while he and Fitz are hanging out at the bar.

  Fitz sighs. ”I keep trying to have sex with Molly, but things are always getting in the way of my dick," he says mournfully.

  ”Mm. Been there,“ Burrich mutters, pulling down his sleeve to cover up his 'PATIENCE CHIVALRY BITTERNESS AND BURRICH 4 EVER' tattoo. ”Which one is Molly?“

  ”The hot one that kicks people in the nuts.“

  ”Oh, yeah. Half my age. I like that in a girl,“ Burrich says, and everybody decides to just go with it. ”Here's my advice to you: give up and move on. Get your post-rejection glow up, and your girl will go off to marry someone else.“

  ”That sounds like it sucks,“ Fitz says doubtfully. “When do I finally get to have sex with her?”

  Burrich grins. “That's the neat thing! You don't.”

  The next morning, Fitz gets out of bed, takes a big, cleansing breath, then puts his earbuds in and turns on his Montage Song.

  “Time for that glow up,” he says really loudly because he can't hear himself over the music.

  'Cause baby you're a firework

Fitz wrapping measuring tape around his bicep and frowning;

come on and show 'em what you're worth

running laps around the castle with Wolfcub chasing after him;

make 'em go oh! oh! Oh!

standing on one foot like in Karate Kid while Pat Morita decomposes nearby;

as you you shoot across the sky-ay-ay

Burrich taking away his AXE body spray and shoving him into the shower;

baby you're a firework!

carb-loading at the local Fantasy Pizzeria;

come on and let your colors burst

lifting weights while Wolfcub tries to bite him;

make 'em go oh! oh! Oh!

measuring his bicep again, and nodding in satisfaction.

you're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe

  “I'm bored,” Kettricken sighs as she and Fitz hang out with Kettricken's entourage. “I wish Verity would get me pregnant.“

  ”How can you be bored with fifty people constantly offering to play with you?“ Fitz says. ”Also, ew.“

  ”I could be back home fighting bears and lifting sacks over my head,” Kettricken whines, “but I'm stuck here in Lamesville with these boring losers and my husband is constantly off doing Skill stuff instead of having sex with me. Lady Modesty is constantly suggesting we watch the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice,” she adds, disgusted.

  Fitz slaps her. “Your job here isn't to be butch! This castle has been a fucking sausage party for years, and the best person to Girlboss it up is you. That means making moodboards, drinking iced coffees, doing each other's nails and YES, watching the objectively worse version of Pride and Prejudice! Look at Lady Hopeful, she's unironically singing along to 'I Knew You Were Trouble'! Now suck it up, buttercup, and go watch the part where Mr. Darcy confesses his love to Elizabeth!”

  “Yes sir,” Kettricken mumbles.

  “Bastard, first name The?“ a messenger says as he clips through the wall. ”King Shrewd finally wants to see you.“

  Fitz stands up, brushes himself off, and heads up to Grandpa's house...

[starwarsmum]

Day 17! Perfect ❤️

@maribat-calendar-events

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62690860/chapters/161794993

Dick was beyond bored, sitting on the edge of his cot bed and waiting to be given the all clear. It had been roughly eighteen hours since he'd woken in the cave and it felt like torture to wait for permission to debrief with Jim. 

Then, when he finally got the go ahead from Alfred and Bruce to be in the manor instead of the cave, it was early morning and Jim was going to be spending time with his family. It was torturous, knowing that Marinette would have the day off and he wasn't going to see her immediately.

He was put back in his old room and ordered to stay there until Jim arrived. He was allowed to use a laptop, but without any internet access. For some reason they seemed to think that the moment he had the ability he would message Marinette and let her know where he was. They weren't wrong but that was besides the point.

Dick was busy playing minesweeper when a knock sounded and he called out ‘Come in’ absently. He glanced up after the door opened and smiled when he spotted Damian. The latest Robin entered almost cautiously, unsmiling but also without tension.

“Hey Lil D, good to see you,” Dick said, setting the laptop aside. “Are you here to remind me to rest? Because if so, message received, I've stopped trying to escape under Alfred's watchful eye.”

“Tt, as if I would try to reason with you when I know just how unreasonable you can be,” Damian said with an amused half smile. It was nice to see him without the Robin mask, he'd missed just how expressive the kid's face could be when he wanted. “I just came to update you on my most recent patrol as I thought it might help to relax you.”

“Oh? Did you find out more about those teen abductions?” He asked, perking up at the thought that Marinette might have less stress soon. 

“No, but I did my usual patrol last night, and I thought you might like to know that she was safely at her apartment last night,” Damian said, nodding when Dick smiled at him. “I understand that you have missed her.”

“Yeah, I really have,” Dick said softly, pressing a hand to his wound and frowning. “I can't believe I messed up so badly I got stabbed. By a novice crook! Seriously, what have I become?”

Damian snorted but didn't say anything else. Whether that was because he had nothing else to say or because Bruce chose that moment to enter, he'd never know. His eyes moved immediately to his father figure and he was sure the desperation he was feeling was evident on his face.

“Please, I just want to go and see-”

“I know, Dick, but you got stabbed,” Bruce said exasperatedly. “Don't you think you should take a few days to recover before throwing yourself at a woman?”

“It's hardly the first time I've been injured,” Dick retorted mulishly. At Bruce's sigh he threw his hands up - and immediately regretted it. Note to self, he needed to be more careful of his left side while waiting for the wound to heal. Or he needed better painkillers. 

“Dick, just get some rest. You can't go anywhere until Jim debriefs you anyway, and he said he can't get here until tonight. After that…well, I can only hope you'll use some good judgment and get more rest.”

Damian, who was still standing off to the side perhaps waiting for Bruce to leave, snorted. Bruce shot him a look that Dick read as ‘Can you not?’ and it made him smile. It was nice to see an actual father/son dynamic between the pair, instead of the dark knight and his protégé he usually saw on patrols.

“Look, I promise that once I get out of here and where I'm supposed to be, I will stay put. No vanishing, no changing locations, just staying in bed. Scout's honour,” he said with a grin he knew most people found charming.

“I have no doubt about that,” Bruce said drily, leveling a look at him that made it clear he knew that being in bed didn't equal bed rest in Dick's head just then. But he refrained from commenting on it, probably for Damian's sake. Then he gave a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “I'll message Jim and see if there's any way he can get here sooner than tonight.”

Dick beamed and bid the duo farewell as they left him to his boredom.

_ _ _

When he finally got the heads up that Jim was arriving, he was bouncing off the walls. The stab wound in his ribs was aching and he wanted to go to Marinette so badly he thought he was going to die anyway. Jim appeared in the manor just before lunchtime and it felt like the second coming of Jesus.

“Dick, it's good to see you back at home,” Jim said as he walked in. He sat down in the seat opposite Dick's and eyed the leg that was trying to take off. “You okay, kid? I mean, aside from the hole in your ribs.”

“Fine,” Dick clipped out, staring at the door. “I just- I have somewhere I have to be, as soon as possible.”

“Hmm, shouldn't you be on bed rest? For a while?” Jim asked, raising his eyebrows at the impatient noise that came out of the younger man. “Okay, okay, I know you hate being stuck at the manor, though I could never understand why you'd hate being waited on.”

“Yeah, I know, I'm lucky to have B,” Dick said, giving him a pleading look. “Can we get this done? Quickly?”

The debrief was pretty simple after that, Jim asking basic questions and reminding him to write up the report. To say he was surprised when Dick handed him a written report on the spot was an understatement. He reminded Dick to take it easy and saw himself out, saying hi to Alfred on his way.

“Master Dick, you should really stay here for at least a few days-”

“Yep, advice heard and ignored, Alf,” Dick said, grabbing a beanie and overcoat as he went. Alfred gave a quiet sigh and offered to drive Dick himself, presumably to minimise the effort he would be exerting. “That'd be great, thanks Alfred.”

He then spent the entire ride babbling nervously about whether he should have dyed his hair before going to see her again.

[farahsamboolents]

WIP Wednesday Weekend

i got tagged (ish? i'm counting it :P) by @shares-a-vest in this, and a) i forever wanna share what i'm writing, i genuinely LOVE these tag games and b) maybe the yay squishy feelings from people interacting w my post will unfuck my writers block, so IM DOIN IT YAAA

Rules:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

My WIPS:

On The Mundane (Sarge Series)

LET'S DO THE TIME LOOP AGAIN

Broken Crown

The Will Camping Fic (Sarge Series)

The "what if Eddie was only on the periphery of S4?"

Snippet: so this one was actually supposed to be for a birthday... in may... but the writers block did the writers block thing, and also chronic illness and other life stuff, blah blah blah. anyway, Deanna, look away. Anyhow so this is from the "On The Mundane" fic, which is really just a collection of mundane lil one shots from my Sarge Series :) Y'know, the kind of thing that isn't gon be big enough to be a fic fic, but lil minor updates on their lives. Here ya go:

~

“Hey, I heard a loud noise. You okay in here, dude?” He said.

“Just peachy!” Said Robin, trying not to voice the irritation she felt.

“Is Steve okay?”

Robin froze.

“I heard the window, man, you know you guys don’t have to hide from me, right? I’m cool.” Argyle frowned. “You don’t think I’m like, a prude or anything, right? I’m not gonna tell anybody’s mom.”

“Uh. No. There’s just nobody here, just me and the open window, because it’s cold, I mean hot, my room was just stuffy, so I wanted the window open to make it colder. That’s all.”

“But I heard the fire escape?”

“Neighbour has a fat cat.”

“We’re not allowed to have pets.”

“We’re also not allowed to smoke weed.”

Argyle shrugged, turning back around. “Show me the fat cat next time, I wanna pet it.”

“I’ll try. It’s shy.”

He closed the door closed behind him.

Robin rolled to her side and peered underneath the bed, meeting Vickie’s sparkling eyes and shining smile.

~

Ta-daaaaaaaa okay this was fun, I tag @dreamwatch (thank u for tagging me last time), @eddiequinns, and @atmilliways :D and also anyone else who wants to do it, i genuinely love love love these things.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Girl of My Best Friend

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Remus Lupin x Female Reader

Characters: Sirius Black, Female Reader, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans

Word Count: 2993 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: How long can I pretend, Oh I can't help it, I'm in love with the girl of my best friend

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Fluff, Angst, Halloween, Halloween at Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Marauders Era, Established Relationship, Longing, Jealousy, Flirting, Hugging, Costume Party, Costumes, Love, Song Fic, Lyrics, The Girl of My Best Friend // Elvis Presley

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

'What about you Sirius?’ Y/N said as she shovelled cornflakes into her mouth. They were at breakfast but Sirius hadn’t felt like eating much, in fact, he’d been lost in his own thoughts. As he looked at her she stopped eating and raised her eyebrows expectantly. ‘Me what?’ he asked as he hadn’t listened to the conversation. ‘Your costume,’ she said rolling her eyes. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘I don’t know…I hadn’t really planned on anything. Halloween’s not really my thing.’ ‘Oh don’t be so boring,’ she giggled, ‘we’re all dressing up.’ ‘Yeah mate it’s gonna be fun,’ James said.

‘And what are you going as Prongs?’ Sirius said cockily. ‘Robin Hood,’ James said unabashed, throwing his arm around Lily beside him. ‘And I’m Maid Marion,’ Lily said with a smile making Sirius’ stomach churn. He usually didn’t mind how nauseatingly cute the pair were, but today it was getting to him. ‘Oh yeah, and what’s Pete going as Friar Tuck?’ Sirius chuckled earning a scowl from Peter, ‘actually, I’m going as a pirate.�� ‘So Smee then,’ Sirius chuckled. ‘At least he’s got a costume,’ Y/N said, ‘he’s not pretending he’s too cool to wear one.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ Sirius said leaning across the table. ‘Yeah,’ she said leaning in too. They were still a fair way from each other but Sirius could smell the scent of her perfume in his nostrils which made his stomach do a little flutter. As she looked at him challengingly he could feel his heart beat a little bit quicker. He liked that she went toe to toe with him, apart from the boys no one seemed to get him quite as she did and if he was being honest with himself he liked it. More than he should.

‘And what are you going as princess?’ he said. He didn’t know why he had to add that little nickname on. It was dripping in sarcasm and completely unneeded but he couldn't help himself. ‘I’m going as Red Riding Hood,’ she said unbothered by his teasing. ‘You mean you’re just gonna stick on a red cape and be done with it? Very imaginative,’ he said rolling his eyes. ‘Well, I’m sure my costume will never be as good as yours.’ ‘I’m sure I could knock something up that’ll blow you all out of the water.’ ‘Good! Glad to see you’re putting the effort in,’ she said rising from the table, ‘come on Lil we’re gonna be late for Care of Magical Creatures.’

And with that, she climbed out of her seat and started collecting her book bag. Sirius cursed inwardly. Not only had she had the last word but she had tricked him into participating. Though he supposed she did have a point. He could hardly call anyone for not having a good costume, not when he wasn’t even bothering but the ease with which she could talk him round scared him.

‘Bye boys,’ she said winking at Sirius as she turned to walk away. Lily was now in step with her after spending minutes kissing James goodbye and Sirius watched as she walked down the gap between the house tables. Sirius sighed. ‘So, what are you gonna dress up as?’ James said not noticing the longing look which Sirius was trying to hide. ‘I don’t even know,’ Sirius grumbled. Time to put his thinking cap on.

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When Sirius came downstairs into the common room that night it was abuzz. People were crammed in though most of the furniture had been moved out of the way to create a ‘dance floor’. Music blared loudly out of a record player that didn’t seem to have it in it to be making such a racquet that Sirius figured one of the older years had hoodwinked it. As his eyes roved through the crowd looking for his friends he took in everyone’s costumes. They were not allowed to wear their costumes to the Halloween Feast which meant the time they spent in them was minimal which seemed like a waste of time to Sirius but that hadn’t stopped people from going all out. Of course there were a couple of basic costumes like a skeleton or devil. But as he moved through the crowd he noticed lots of people had really put in an effort including a fourth year that had charmed a halo to hover over her head.

Sirius made his way towards the chairs at the back of the common room where he had spotted a familiar flame of red hair. When he broke through the crowd he found Lily sitting on the arm of a chair that James was sitting in. She was in a long flowing pink gown with a small matching headpiece around her head and James was dressed all in green, a hat placed on his head though his hair still poked out in all directions from underneath it. Standing by the fireplace was Peter. He was dressed as promised in a pirate costume though it was less effort than the others as his costume consisted of a striped shirt and an eye patch. And then perched on the coffee table was Y/N. Sirius’ breath caught in his throat a little as he took her in.

Her costume was not simply a red cape. A dark red velvet cape flowed behind her and her dress clung to her skimpily. A corset bunched her in so much that Sirius had to make a conscious effort not to stare at her cleavage which was much more noticeable now that she was out of her school uniform. The black corset fell into a short skirt that rested against her mid-thigh, again making Sirius avert his gaze. She spotted him on the fringes of the crowd and broke into a big grin.

‘Here’s Mr I Won’t Dress Up now,’ she said with a giggle as he moved into the group properly. ‘Hey I’m wearing one aren’t I?’ he said though he had to try not to smile. ‘And what exactly are you?’ Lily said running her eyes over his attire. Sirius spun around showing his outfit off. ‘I’m a vampire,’ he said. ‘They just look like wizards' robes,’ Peter said snarkily, evidently not having gotten over the little Friar Tuck jibe from earlier. ‘Ah yes,’ Sirius said walking over and patting Peter on the shoulder, ‘but the beauty of this my dear friend is that anyone could be a vampire. So how do you know what I’m wearing isn’t incredibly accurate?’ ‘Seems like a cop-out to me,’ Peter shrugged. ‘Well I like it,’ Y/N said tugging on Sirius’ other arm so he could come and sit beside her. He plopped down next to her, smiling back at her as she grinned widely at him, his heart thudding against his ribcage.  

The gang ribbed on Sirius’ costume for a little while longer but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Y/N liked his costume and that was all that mattered. He participated in the conversation a little but most of his time was spent watching her. He listened to her laughing and joking along with his friends, her voice sounding angelic to his ears. He kept having to remind himself not to stare at her lips too much as she talked. He revelled in the heat that was exchanged between them as her bare thigh touched his clothed one. And he had to stop himself from getting swept up in the moment when she leaned across him reaching for her glass, her hand on his knee for just a second.

Then the music started to change. Some people had left meaning that there was more room on the dance floor and whoever was in charge of the music decided to play a slow song.

‘I love this one! Dance with me?’ Lily said jumping up off James’ lap. She held her hand out for James who grumbled a little but allowed himself to be pulled out of the armchair and led to the makeshift dance floor which was holding around ten or so couples. ‘I love this one too,’ Y/N said quietly as she watched her friends start to dance to the music. ‘I’m sure Pete will dance with you,’ Sirius joked though he didn’t know why. If she did dance with Peter he was sure that that would put him in an awful mood. ‘Actually,’ Peter said looking across the room, ‘I think I’ve just got a better offer.’

Peter strode off across the room to where a girl from the year below was watching him. She was standing amongst her friends who burst into fits of giggles when he appeared though she didn’t seem to care as a minute later they were walking hand in hand towards the other couples. Y/N had been watching them intently but Sirius wasn’t. He was watching her. Watching the way her lips had turned down in a small frown and the way her brow furrowed with sadness. When she turned back to him he smiled at her weakly.

‘Who’d have thought Pete would tap up before you?’ she smiled. ‘He’s a sly dog our Pete,’ Sirius chuckled. ‘Yeah, there goes my shot I guess,’ she said looking up at him shyly, ‘unless…’ ‘Unless?’ he said. ‘Never mind it’s stupid,’ she said visibly shaking the thought from her brain. ‘Unless we dance?’ he finished. She flushed at the suggestion which made that strange feeling arise in Sirius’ lower belly. ‘You don’t have to,’ she said. ‘I want to,’ he said standing up. She bit her lip looking between him and the dancefloor before she nodded. The two of them walked to the outskirts of where everyone was dancing. Sirius’ arms went instinctively to her waist as hers wrapped around his neck. It may have been his first time doing anything with her but that didn't mean he was a novice. They swayed to the music, moving their feet slowly as they sort of rotated on the spot. Sirius looked at James and Lily. He was holding her waist with one hand and his other was holding hers, resting against his chest next to her head. She was tucked gently under his chin and his eyes were closed as they danced lost in the moment. Sirius wanted to do the same with his dance partner.

‘Thanks,’ she said watching him closely. ‘No problem,’ he shrugged but she looked at him with a serious expression. ‘What?’ he asked after a moment. ‘You’re sweet you know that?’ she said. ‘Yeah sweeter than Honeydukes I am,’ he said rolling his eyes. ‘I mean it,’ she said dropping her gaze for a moment before she continued, ‘I mean you didn’t have to dance with me…and you didn’t have to wear a costume but you did.’ ‘It wasn’t as if it was any big hassle,’ he mumbled. Their relationship up to now had always been a back-and-forth of witty banter, and her being so genuine with him was making him nervous. ‘Well it cheered me up anyway,’ she said Sirius wanted to ask her what was the matter but she spoke before he could, ‘can I ask you something?’ ‘Go on,’ he said. ‘Why a vampire?’

Sirius went to say something witty but he paused as he thought about his reasons for the costume. Sure it had been a last-minute thing. Something he could have just thrown together but it wasn’t his first thought and with her being so real with him he didn’t want to laugh it off so he told her the truth.

‘It wasn’t meant to be a vampire,’ he said honestly. ‘Oh?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said nervously, ‘at first I was going to come as…a death eater.’ ‘Sirius,’ she gasped. ‘I know, I know,’ he said, ‘but before you scold me I don’t mean the out-and-out lunatics they’ve got at the minute. The stupid masks and whatnot. I mean like they were at the beginning. These robes were bought for me by my mother. If it were up to her I’d only wear the finest robes that money can buy. Because wearing muggle clothing is so shameful.’

There was a bitterness to his voice that made Y/N’s face scrunch up in concern but the scoff at the end told her he was ashamed.

‘I was going to pretend to be just like them. Act all snooty and stuck up,’ he sneered, ‘like a good pure blood. Like someone from the Noble House of Black should…but the more I thought about it the more I realised as funny as it is it’s not really a costume. Yeah, they’re ridiculous but it's not funny. They’re terrible people. Why should I make fun of them when everything they stand for is everything I’m against,’ he said. Y/N nodded as the pair fell silent for a moment. It felt odd but nice to get all that off of his chest. He knew she wouldn’t judge him.

‘Well I’m glad you went with vampire,’ she said after a moment, ‘they don’t deserve someone like you even pretending to be like them.’ ‘I’m sure my mother wishes I actually were like them,’ he said. ‘Well she’s wrong,’ Y/N said, ‘you’re worth more than all of them put together.’ ‘Y/N,’ he mumbled blushing a little at the compliment. ‘I mean it,’ she said stopping them from swaying. He looked at her watching him with a sympathetic gaze, ‘Sirius Black you are one of the funniest, nicest, most charming people I’ve ever met.’ ‘Thanks,’ Sirius mumbled. His heartbeat was in his ears and his hands had become sweaty as she spoke but he didn’t care. He was going to tell her. He was going to tell her he thought all those things about her and more. Let her know that he liked her but she spoke first, ‘Remus!’

Sirius watched as she let go of him, moving past him to where Remus was coming in through the portrait hole. His was paler than normal a fresh gash poking out near his neck under his jumper. Sirius watched as he threw his arms around Y/N in a somewhat tired fashion and she leaned up and kissed him. Sirius's stomach dropped.

They walked towards him and he considered running out of the room trying to get away from the feelings in the pit of his stomach but his legs weren’t cooperating. Y/N was chattering away to Remus who seemed tired but nevertheless smiled as she talked, his arm around her shoulders.

‘Hey mate,’ Remus said. Sirius watched as Y/N leaned into him. ‘Hey,’ Sirius said as evenly as he could muster, ‘you alright?’ ‘Little worse for wear but nothing too bad,’ Remus shrugged. His change was always hellish but he never complained. ‘I can’t believe you made it,’ Y/N said looking up at her boyfriend with a smile. ‘I promised you didn’t I?’ Remus said. ‘I know I know,’ she said, ‘but you didn’t have to force yourself out of bed.’ ‘And have our couple's costume fall flat? Not a chance,' Remus chuckled pressing a kiss to her temple. ‘Couples costume?’ Sirius said looking at them both. ‘Yeah,’ Y/N said, ‘I’m little red riding hood.’ ‘And I’m the big bad wolf,’ Remus chuckled. Sirius forced a laugh but his heart wasn’t really in it. Of course. Of course, they had a couple's costume. Of course, she’d been upset because her boyfriend couldn't come. He’d cheered her up but only because the one person she wanted to see wasn’t available. Sirius cursed himself inwardly. How could he be so blind?

‘What are you supposed to be?’ Remus said eyeing his costume. ‘A vampire,’ Sirius said. ‘Think of it last minute eh?’ Remus chuckled. ‘I think it’s a good costume,’ Y/N said looking at Remus and then at Sirius with a knowing smile. ‘Well I suppose I just came as myself so I can’t argue with that,’ Remus said, ‘so what’s everyone up to?’ ‘Dancing,’ Y/N said, ‘Sirius-’ ‘Was just going to get a drink? Want one?’ Sirius said. Y/N looked at him curiously but didn’t say anything. ‘In a bit,’ Remus said as he looked down at Y/N,  ‘wanna dance? ‘Of course,’ she said, ‘but not if you’re too tired we can sit down with Sirius and-’ ‘Actually, I’ve got other plans,’ Sirius said looking at a pretty blonde who was just leaving through the portrait hole. Before either of them could say anything he pushed past the pair and headed out through the portrait hole.

But once outside he didn't follow the girl. Instead, he walked down corridor after corridor before he eventually ended up at the astronomy tower. He leant against the railing, looking out over the Hogwarts grounds which were visible for miles given the waning moonlight. He couldn’t believe he had almost told her how he felt. He knew she and Remus were a couple. Remus was his best friend for god's sake! He had watched his friend fawn and fret over her until he finally had the courage to ask her out. He hadn’t intervened. He knew that if he had told Remus of his feelings for her the boy would bow out and as much as it pained him to see her with his best mate he couldn’t do it to Remus.

No, he’d gotten too close tonight. He tried to imagine what it would have been like if he had said the words. If she felt the same way he’d lose Remus. If she didn’t she’d pity him or tell Remus anyway. Either way, he’d never be able to show his face around the pair of them ever again. No. He needed to keep it inside.

Even though it made his heart ache beyond belief he had to.

He couldn’t lose either one of them.

The way they kiss, Their happiness, Will my aching heart ever mend, Or will I always be in love, With the girl of my best friend

[sirenfromthelostcity]

Movie Night Pt 3

A/N: This was supposed to be up by like Sunday but obviously that did not happen 💀 I am so sorry it took me this long to update guys 😭. Honestly I just went back and forth so much with this and I was really trying to set the right tone with it. But finally it is complete!!! I don’t have much else to say other than that I do have one more part planned for this but honestly I don’t know by when I can have it up but I’m gonna try to do so within the next week or so. As like a lil teaser I will tell you that the next (and likely final) part will explore your powers more and it’ll hopefully be really witchy and multiverse madnessey. That’s not a word. Also I have mentioned before that I’m thinking about writing an enemies to lovers story with our boy Dami and you the lovely reader will be a criminal >:) so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that too! I hope y’all enjoy this chapter!!! Please let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated and I hope you all are doing fantabulously well :)))))

Part 1 / Part 2 

Word Count: 4k

After last night’s infiltration of Brother Blood’s secret compound, Dick sat in the computer lab analyzing the collected evidence. He sighed in frustration. Nothing on the intel they’ve gathered revealed anything about Brother Blood’s next plan. 

He laid back in his chair a bit to ponder on the next course of action when a voice from behind him spoke up.  

“Morning, Grayson. I came to congratulate you and Starfire on your cohabitation. She has proven to be a decent leader. I approve.”

“Thanks,” he turned in his chair to see Damian leaned against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest and his leg propped on the wall. “No uniform today?”

 “I have plans and they don’t require me to be in uniform.”

“Plans?” Dicks eyebrows raised at that, much to Damian’s annoyance. “What kind of plans? I heard you’ve been out late a lot too, what have you been up to?”

“You do realize that I am not a child that needs to be surveillanced?” He furrowed his brows in vexation.

“Relax Damian I’m not interrogating, just taking an interest. I think it’s great that you’re going out. Damian deserves to have a life just as much as Robin y’know?” 

“Oh,” his prior defenses dwindled. “On nights I patrol.” 

“And today?”

Right as Damian was about to answer his question, (Y/N) appeared by the entrance and completely stole his attention. Immediately he propped himself off the wall to stand correctly as she greeted the boys with her usual friendly smile and they both greeted back. 

She walked directly up to Damian and Dick wasn’t sure why but he suddenly felt a little awkward just being there.    

“I do not mean to interrupt,” she looked to Dick who waved his hand as if to say “No worries” before he turned in his chair to face the computer. “Dami, may I speak with you?” 

“Of course, do you need something?” he asked.

It was a simple question but it was in the manner that he asked that piqued Dick’s interest. It was curious but gentle, definitely not his brother’s normal etiquette. Then he saw Damian's reflection on one of his monitors.

Oh no, I know that look.

With Dick being Dick, he is no stranger to that look nor of what it means. However, he certainly wasn’t expecting to catch Damian, of all people, to adorn such an expression on his face. Then he recalled a conversation he had with Starfire a few nights ago near the training facility.

“Brother Blood is plotting something I know it, my sources say he has a secret base near the-”

Dick cut himself off as both he and Starfire passed by the training facility and heard laughter echoing from within. 

He backtracked. He recognized the voices but he still had to confirm it with his own eyes.  

It was Damian and (Y/N). They each had a staff in their hands and they were laughing.

Dick paused by the entrance and smiled like a proud father watching his son make his first life long friend. Starfire giggled beside him at his reaction.

Damian immediately noticed their presence and looked back at Dick, irked by his loitering and staring. “What is it, Grayson?”

“Nothing,” dick replied. “Sorry to interrupt, you guys can carry on.” 

With that Dick and Starfire continued their walk but he didn’t miss the grin on Damian’s face as he and (Y/N) carried on their conversation.

“Did you hear that laughter?” Dick pointed behind him. “This is exactly what I wanted for him when he joined the Titans. I know it was difficult for him to make friends in Gotham and he wasn’t going to learn any social skills from Batman. Besides, who else can relate to him more than other teenagers who also fight crime?” 

“I share your sentiments,” replied Starfire. “Damian has been making great progress with the Titans. To my knowledge, he frequently trains with (Y/N) and I like to believe she’s having quite the impact on him.”

“I think you’re right. I’ll be honest, a small part of me did doubt he was capable of deriving enjoyment from nonviolent activities but in this case I’m happy to be wrong. And I’m sure Bruce will be glad to hear of this too,” he briefly shook his head. “Sorry, I went off on a huge tangent.”

“No need to apologize, Dick,” smiled Starfire. “It was quite an endearing tangent.” 

 Dick scratched the back of his head and grinned before clearing his throat and grabbing a hold of his bearings. 

“Right, back to Brother Blood…”

He smirked to himself as the dots started to connect in his head and he attempted to listen in on the remainder of their conversation.

“So we are still in agreement to visit the museum later today?” She asked. 

“Yes,” he grinned. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

(Y/N) briefly bit her lip before shaking her head. “No reason.”

However Damian was not fully convinced. 

“Are you sure, is everything alright?”

“Yes, it is just that I had a dream that we were not able to attend the museum together. It is silly but recently my dreams have proven to be quite prophetic. I merely figured there would be no harm in confirming.” 

“No harm at all,” he agreed, but he was still curious about her dream. “By any chance did your dream reveal why we were unable to attend?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “No, but I am glad that in this case it is wrong. Well, I will leave you both as you were. I shall see you later,” she smiled. 

Damian silently nodded and smiled back before she bid him and Dick goodbye and exited the room. He watched her as she left and Dick slowly turned in his chair and observed Damian with a theory formulating in his mind.

Feeling his brother's prying eyes, Damian turned to face him.

Dilated pupils. Check, Dick thought. 

“What?” Damian asked, irritation returning to his demeanor but this didn’t deter Dick one bit.

“Why Dami, you didn’t tell me you have a date today.”

Damian’s eyes widened and he instantly went on defense. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Grayson! It’s not a date. They installed a planetarium at the museum and (Y/N) wanted to go see it.” 

His tone was composed and annoyed but the growing blush on his cheeks betrayed him, at this Dick grinned.

“So she asked you to go with her?” 

“No.”

“Oh so then you asked her to go with you to an event you knew she’d enjoy?”

Damian crossed his arms across his chest. “What’s your point?”

“Getting there. Why didn’t you invite the rest of the team?”

“Why should I have?” he shrugged. “I am allowed to enjoy things on my own.”

“Yeah not so sure exclusive quality time with (Y/N) counts as ‘on your own,’” Dick smirked, much to Damian’s indignation. “Seems to me like someone didn’t wanna share (Y/N)’s company and attention.”

He scoffed and turned towards the exit. “I’ve grown tired of this insipid conversation.”

“Damian, wait I was just teasing,” he said with an apologetic look. 

Damian looked back with his brows furrowed in annoyance.

“But,” Dick awkwardly scratched the back of his head, “you’re at an age when… things start happening and I do wanna throw out there that crushes are totally normal and-”

“Crushes are for children!” Damian interrupted. “A fruitless distraction. Why even bring this up?”

“Because you’re sure as hell not gonna get this talk from Bruce and we all know how expressive he is when it comes to sentiments. Besides it’s obvious you have a-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” he warned. The growing blush on Damian’s cheeks developed deeper.

“Damian it’s fine, it’s normal. Stop treating it like you caught a disease.”

“That would imply that I have a crush and I do not. (Y/N) is just my teammate. It’s not as if she’d even- I am not going to entertain this conversation with you any longer.”

Dick caught on to what his brother might’ve been insinuating based on the despondent look on his face and he began to regret this whole conversation. Meanwhile Damian was beginning to feel increasingly overwhelmed.

“Damian-”

“No,” he turned back to Dick. “You observe one interaction between us and think you know everything? You’re not that good of a detective,” he spat.

“Oh please, you checked off almost every biological tell that your interest in her surpasses platonic. You’re not as complicated as you think.”

“And you’re not as clever as father had you believe. I for one think it’s extremely telling of you how as soon as one spends time with that of the opposite sex you’re hasty to insinuate romantic feelings.”

“That’s not what I-”

 “It’s no wonder your relationships are so short lived, even with someone like Barbara.”

“Damian,” Dick warned. 

“Bet you thought it was a sure thing with her. How long do you think it will last with Starfire?” 

At this, Dick stood up. “I think it’s best you leave.”

“And I think it’d be best for you to stay out of my business.”

With those final words Damian finally turned and left, leaving a disappointed brother behind him. 

He started it, Damian thought as he walked through the hall.

I do not have a crush on (Y/N). Crushes are for children. She’s my teammate, my friend… As if I’d even know how to be the partner she deserves…. As if she’d even feel the same way…

Damian stopped in his tracks at his last thought as realization and fear came crashing down on him. He had almost said it aloud but now it’s as if it’s finally settled in. It’s true that it’s perfectly normal to enjoy activities with a friend but he’s been actively ignoring how strong his sentiments have grown.Suddenly it all started to click for him. How he’d join her to stargaze on the roof before leaving for his patrols. How he’d miss her company whenever he’d returned to Gotham to be the dynamic to Batman’s duo. Or how he’d simply wonder what she would be up to when they were apart. 

Instead of going to his room as he had initially planned, he found himself in front of another door and knocked. A moment later the door opened to reveal his other teammate, Jamie.

“What’s up?” Jamie greeted him.

“I need a favor.”

“Well hey to you too Damian, I’m great thanks for asking,” he sarcastically replied. 

Unphased by his antics, Damian briefly glared at him before reaching in his back pocket and pulling out two tickets then handed them to him. 

“Tickets to the museum, you shouldn’t have?” his eyes narrowed in confusion. “I hope this isn’t an attempt to ask me out on a date because so far your approach is awful,”  he jested.  

Not in the mood for his jokes, Damian rolled his eyes and cut to the chase. “Obviously they were not intended for you and I. I got them for (Y/N).”

“Did you now?” Jamie’s eyebrows perked up in interest and amusement, much to Damian’s annoyance as his insinuation didn’t go unnoticed. “Alright, so then why are you giving them to me?”

“I need you to use the tickets and take (Y/N) to the new planetarium opening. It’s within the museum but the showing isn’t until 5pm. We had agreed to go earlier to peruse the exhibits before the show so you’ll need to meet her in the common room at 12pm to make your way to the museum.” 

“Um okay,” Jamie furrowed his brows in perplexity. “Wait, is this the favor?”

“Yes. Will you be able to do it or not?”

“I mean, yeah I can do it,” Jamie shrugged. Truthfully he hardly considered it a favor considering how A. he was probably going to go at some point anyway and B. going with (Y/N) would not be unpleasant at all. However, Damian isn’t one to ask for help. Ever. Which made Jamie curious as to why he needed help with this, of all things. “But why can’t you go?”

“Something came up,” Damian curtly answered. 

“Uh okay,” Jamie mumbled, not satisfied with the answer. “Then why not just cancel for today and reschedule? I’m sure (Y/N) would-”

“This isn’t about me or rescheduling. She’s been really looking forward to the event and just because I can’t take her myself doesn’t mean she should be deprived of something she’ll enjoy. Please, just make sure she goes?”

“Okay,” Jamie replied, yet he sensed there was more to this than his teammate was leading on. “Consider it done.”

“Thank you,” said Damian. “I will repay the favor-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jamie briefly shook his head. “It’s taking (Y/N) to the museum, hardly a favor at all.”

Damian nodded in quick thanks and turned to finally saunter towards his room.

Coward, he mentally scolded himself.

A few hours later…..

The last time Damian checked the time it was about 11:30am, right before he left for an early patrol. Not wanting to be reached or bothered he left both his phone and comms back at the tower. 

He had been swinging through the city’s highest vantage points for some time now, searching for crime to prevent or stop but nothing was happening. 

At least this meant the Titans’ presence remained strong in the city. Or it could’ve also meant that it’s probably too early for some to commit crime. Regardless, the outcome was the same.  With nothing else to do, he sat on a ledge with his elbow perched on his knee and his other foot dangling above the streets below. 

He looked out to the city before him and his mind began to wonder. 

How did he not see it sooner? How did his own feelings manage to sneak up on him? 

He recalled when he first told her about the tickets, her excitement towards their plans, her smile. How he adored her smile along with the feeling that came with being responsible for such a joyous reaction. 

He was so immersed in his reveries that he didn’t even hear Nightwing land a few feet behind him.  

“I thought you said today required no uniform,” said Dick. Upon receiving no response or acknowledgment of his presence, he pressed on anyway. “Isn’t it a little early for a patrol?”

“What do you want?” Damian finally answered, although he sounded more dejected than annoyed. 

Dick took a couple steps towards him. “Couldn’t help but notice Jamie walking around with your museum tickets.“

“You followed me to voice your observations? What gives you the impression that I care to hear them?” 

Dick rolled his eyes at the reply as he approached closer. “Care to humor me anyways?” he didn’t let him answer. “Let’s say that, hypothetically, I know why you gave your tickets to Jamie. But in that sense, I know what you’re doing and I’m here to tell you it’s not gonna work. Hypothetically.”

Damian turned. “What are you talking about?” 

“Well, hypothetically, if you’re doing as I suspect then you’re doing exactly what he would do. You really are his son,” he said, as if he needed any more proof of the fact. “Look I didn't come here to lecture you but I can see it happening. Despite your best intentions, you’re making a mistake. Distancing yourself may feel like the safest option right now but it’s not. Not in the long run.” 

At this Damian stood up. “I told you to stay out of this!”

“It won’t make the feelings go away,” he continued. “Not when you really care about them.”

Although he was still annoyed by his presence and “hypothetical” talk, Damian reflected on Dick’s last words 

“Fine...then…hypothetically, what am I supposed to do?”

“Hypothetically, you’re not gonna like it.”

Damian scoffed in exasperation. “As if I’ve been enjoying this conversation thus far.”

Dick sighed. “Just feel it. This is a totally normal feeling and experience. Let it run its course.”

“But it’s been running for well over three years now!” he caved.

“Oh,” was all Dick was able to say. He was too stunned to say anything else. Sure he knew of Damian’s crush on Y/N but he found out about it today. He definitely was not aware it’s been going on for so long. 

“Is there really nothing else I can do?” he desperately asked. “I’m not…built for this. I don’t know how. I was raised to be the perfect soldier.”

“Damian, you're seventeen. I get it, it’s definitely weird and scary at first but it doesn’t make you weak,” he put his hand on his shoulder. “If you let it, it can make you happier and stronger, speaking from personal experience. Look, you don’t have to rush into anything you’re not ready for, same goes for (Y/N). But you can’t just push away the people you care about. Don’t make the same mistakes as him.”

Damian knew Dick was referring to his father. He also knew he was right. Bruce was not only Damian’s father but someone he deeply respected and looked up to. Yet he had to agree with the points his brother was making regarding how his father handles his romances. 

After saying what he came to say Dick just patted Damian’s shoulder before retreating in the same direction that he came. 

“Grayson, wait,” Damian called out to him. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It was out of line.”

Dick nodded and gave him a small smile, “Water under the bridge.”

He turned to continue his retreat but backtracked and called out to Damian once more. “Before I forget, one more thing. Have they taught you about condoms yet?”

Even behind a mask Dick can tell Damian’s eyes were widened in shock and perhaps embarrassment at the question which caused him to erupt in laughter. 

“If only you could see your face!” he laughed as Damian’s cheeks grew red. “I’m kidding, kidding! I mean if you do have questions feel free to reach out to me-”

“Just go!” Damian swatted his hand in the air and turned back around. 

“Be safe!” Dick yelled behind him as he complied with Damian’s request.

Finally Damian was reunited with the familiar silence from before. Emotionally it’s been a rollercoaster of a day for him. But from it he got clarity. Mostly clarity. He still did not know what to do regarding his internal revelation but at least he had time to think about it. Five minutes to be exact for soon enough he heard the sound of footsteps emerging from behind him yet again. He scoffed in irritation.

“Whatever else you were planning to say, I don’t want to hear it,” he said in his casual annoyed tone without looking back. 

“Is that so?” (Y/N) pointedly looked at him. 

Damian instantly turned around upon hearing her voice, absolutely mortified to be in front of her yet simultaneously happy to see her.

“No, no, of course not! That wasn’t meant for you. I thought Nightwing was still loitering nearby,” he approached her, genuinely surprised to see her. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same. You cannot just cancel and hand me off to someone else and expect me to not feel upset or to ask questions,” she crossed her arms across her chest. “I want to clarify that I have no quarrel with Jamie or anything of that matter but it feels rude to suddenly alter our plans without giving me any warning. You owe me an explanation.”

He knew this conversation was coming. Maybe not literally within 5 minutes of his last interaction but he saw it coming. He hated not only seeing the look of hurt and disappointment on (Y/N)’s face but being the one responsible for such a reaction. He knew what he had to say. He was ready to say it.

“You’re right,” he conceded. “It was rude and stupid of me to do that. It was a rash decision that I thought I was making for the best but I was wrong. I know that now.”

(Y/N) studied him as he spoke so gently, not that he was ever aggressive with her before but it still seemed so different.

“Has something happened?” her arms fell to her sides as concern started to seep through.

“Always so perceptive,” he smiled, but it only added to her confusion. 

“Yes but I do not understand.”

“I’ll explain everything, but can you take us to the Tower? It’s more private.” 

(Y/N) was still confused but complied nonetheless. “Of course.”

She held out her hand and Damian took it. Soon the familiar red energy encased them both and within a few seconds they were on the rooftop of Titans Tower. 

“Shall we go inside?” she walked towards the rooftop entrance but stopped as Damian’s hand prevented her from going any farther and he gently pulled her back towards him.

“No need. This is better.” He led her to the regular spot they’d occupy whenever they hung out to stargaze. He released her hand before they sat down and he proceeded to remove his mask. “I want you to know that I really value our friendship.”

“As do I,” she sincerely replied as she looked into his emerald green eyes.

“I also want you to know that I really did not mean any harm when I asked Jamie to take you to the museum in my place. I just knew how much you were looking forward to the arrangement and I didn’t want you to miss it.”

“Yes but part of the excitement was because I was looking forward to spending time with you, Damian,” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing. “I enjoy our time together, I had thought you felt the same. If you were having second thoughts why did you not voice them when I asked you earlier?”

“They weren’t second thoughts,” he shook his head. “And I do feel the same, I was looking forward to spending time with you as well. ”

“Then why did you do it?”

No going back now.

“Because… I have feelings for you and… I was a coward who didn’t know how to process them,” he briefly looked down. “I understand if you don’t feel the same. Nothing has to change between us if you don’t want it to.”

He observed her face for any sign of, well, anything, but as she listened intently her reaction was neither surprised or repelled. It looked as if she was waiting for him to say more.

“That is why you avoided our plans?” she simply asked.

He nodded.

“Dami,” she smiled. “I already knew.”

“You knew?” his eyebrows perked up. “How?.. When?”

“As you said before, I am very perceptive and I have good instincts,” she shrugged. “To be fair I did not know for absolute certainty until now but I was about 87% certain of my hypothesis... And 100% hopeful that I was right,” she blushed. “I have feelings for you too.” 

Grayson was right about his crush being obvious but he didn’t know it was that obvious. Still, hearing those affirming words made Damian’s heart feel like it increased four times in size. He reached for her hand and smiled at her as she smiled back and leaned her head on his shoulder. 

“Y’know, it’s still really early. We can probably still make it to the museum if you still want to go?” he asked. 

“But you already gave the tickets to Jamie.”

“I’ll buy him new tickets. I’d really like to continue our date, that is if you wish to do the same?”

Date.

And to think this word was giving him so much trouble merely hours ago. 

“If it is with you then yes I would really like that,” she looked at him. “Can we go get the smoothies afterwards?”

He gently squeezed her hand and smiled, “Anything you want.”

Part 3.5 (epilogue)

A/N: Ooooh!!! y’all are cute, y’all are cute. I also wanted to say that I’m going to make a sort of mini epilogue to this part. You may have noticed that although y’all revealed your feelings for each other here you guys didn’t kiss yet idk to me it just felt forced and like it just didn’t fit in but fret not! I will make a mini separate part including the kiss and also a lil deleted scene that didn’t make the cut in the last part so it works out! See you soon, toodles! 😘

[luvbuggyyy]

hey there! I’m bug, she/they, 18+ and I’m knee-deep in steddie! I made this blog in case anyone wanted to screech at me about my fics, but also just to have a space dedicated to my current hyperfixation! I’ll update this lil pinned with my current works and my WIPs as they change :)

uhhh I don’t have a DNI or anything but just. Be kind to me and each other. That’s pretty much it.

Disclaimer (which is also posted on all of my fics lol): I haven’t actually seen a lick of stranger things (yet). I’m insane. Sometimes my writer brain and neurodivergence fuse and let me understand 70-85% of a character without even glancing at their source material. I just know actually watching the show will make me worse. I do intend to watch it, but I’m trying to get the hyperfixation to calm down a little before I even attempt it. Regardless, if you give my fics a chance, I hope you enjoy them! I have fun writing them. Check em out below! 

Last updated: 12/16/22

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/luvbuggy/pseuds/luvbuggy

In Progress

girl, put your records on - currently two chapters, 11k+

“Off the Record,” Eddie groans, slapping his hand to his face. “If that’s not the cheesiest shit I’ve ever seen—“

“I know, but you’re gonna love the employee discount.” She pulls on his arm until he stumbles after her.

They peruse the store for a bit. They’ve got Wham playing on the overhead speakers and while Eddie does manage not to vomit, he doesn’t bother suppressing a giant eyeroll.

He’s gonna be a snob if he works here. He knows it. He’s right to be a snob. Music is for everyone in theory, but it’s supposed to have meaning and soul, not just a catchy chorus or synth or whatever the fuck. It’s supposed to have a message. People don’t get that anymore. What’s the point of music if it doesn’t rock you to your core? A good song changes the world. Music is the universal human connector.

But, here’s the thing. He has a heart. And Chrissy’s beaming at him with wide, sparkling eyes, an ABBA record in her hands, and his heart tells him to do whatever the fuck she wants. Even if it means choking back his snob-hood. Normal!AU where Eddie would follow his best friend anywhere, including into hell--AKA Starcourt.

in the dead of night (love bites, love bites) - 3/8 chapters, 29k+

Steve bolts upright as his breathing kicks into high gear. His hand finds his bat’s handle and within seconds he’s creeping further into the house. Everything is still dark and empty, just as he left it. He creaks down the stairs.

Thud. Thud.

The front door.

He gives the bat a quick spin, warming up his wrists. No way it’s Robin or any of the kids, they would’ve called or been yelling for him by now. There’s nothing outside but silence and the dull impacts, like something heavy’s relentlessly colliding with the door.

He tiptoes down the stairs. The door shakes in its frame. He gingerly undoes the latch, takes a few quick breaths, and throws the door open, raising his bat to swing.

Standing in the doorway is a creature that looks frighteningly like Eddie Munson.

WIPs/ideas bouncing in my brain like the windows screensaver

- future fruity four (ronance + steddie) where they get married to beard for each other. exploring what it means to build a home with and for the ones you love. normal au romcom vibes + background drumcheer - in progress

- first kill au (i’m insane for this one truly). not a one to one au but more the vibes of their universe. undercover legacy vamp eddie falls head over heels for monster hunter steve, sworn into the guild by adoptive dad and hunter Hopper. background ronance ft werewolf robin. modern au. - still cooking

- peter pan pirate au (sighs loudly). Prince Steven’s shitty little life turns upside down thanks to a mischievous, handsome Devil of a pirate and his band of scrappy thieves. ft ronance - in progress

[sohotthateveryonedied]

2020 Creator Wrap

2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

I was tagged by @sun-moon-stars-jedi to do this and I figured why not.

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I don’t know if these are in any particular order aside from the first one but:

1. Younger, Gayer, Even Less Justified

Ah, the sequel that wasn’t supposed to exist and within the span of a week suddenly did. This fic is the longest thing I have ever written at over 125,000 words. I poured my soul into this thing and it might be my proudest work yet just because of the reactions it got from readers and how excited the comments would be when I updated. I can’t imagine sticking with just the first “Young and Gay and Totally Unjustified” fic now after seeing how its sequel surpassed the original and somehow made the universe even better in my eyes. I’ll never be over it.

2. And Now I’m Covered in the Colors, Pulled Apart at the Seams

This is another one of my favorites just because of how deep it got. I liked being able to reshape canon around the soul strings and what they mean, and while it’s not one of my more popular fics, I am incredibly proud of it. Plus, being a Batfam-centric author, I’m a hoe for the found family dynamic and exploring the depths of platonic relationships. 

3. No Matter What

I’m obsessed with the song “No Matter What” by Calum Scott, and this fic was entirely based on the story told in the song because I’m a sad gay. Something about Bruce being a good dad who supports Dick and loves him unconditionally when he learns from a young age that his son isn’t straight has lived in my head rent free since I wrote the fic. I still reread it sometimes when I’m listening to the song and feeling especially emotional lmao.

4. I’ll Make the World Safe and Sound For You

Robin!Dick being a lil cutiepie. Bruce being a good dad. The Superman band-aids. ‘Nuff said. (Also: “It’s scratchy, like you’ve got sandpaper on your face. Catwoman’s going to get sick of all those prickly kisses.” THIS KID IS SO CUTE I WOULD DIE FOR HIM!!!)

5. Don’t Touch Me

Is it bad that I keep forgetting I wrote this one? It’s cool though because that means I can go back and reread it as if I didn’t write it, which makes the whole experience better. The plot is sort of thrown together because I needed the story to have some conflict, but it’s a nice read and I like how angsty it got. Also the sibling dynamics are so accurate to my own family and I can’t remember if that was intentional or not sdfghjk.

I’m tagging @rainbowroadimpulse @batshit-birds @cdelphiki and @magebirdi but if anyone else wants to do it feel free!

[redrabbitspod]

sorry i'm a lil late, my question is: are you ever going to give robin stats like the rest of the team on the team page?

Yes! We are!!! We have plans of revamping the entire blog to reflect the future of the boys. It feels weird to keep it permanently on season 2. Hopefully I can archive all of season 2′s things like I was supposed to do with season 1 (woops), so then people can stay engaged. But we havent recieved any complaints about being spoiled about season 1, so I think we might just have a season 2 specific directory just as we’d had with season 1, and then move forward. With that in mind, the team page will be getting a full makeover and the character portraits will all be updated as well! - Tiara

[keflibunni]

i was tagged by @your-1up-girl to answer these 30 questions!! 

1. Name: Katie

2. Gender: Female

3. Star sign: Scorpio

4. Height: a lil under 5′4″

5. Time: 12:57pm

6. Birthday: November 3rd (I was supposed to be born on Halloween and I’m still bitter that I wasn’t >:[)

7. Favorite Band/Group: uhhh fall out boy, the outfield, icon for hire 

8. Favorite Solo Artists: ..... i don’t think i have one

9. Song stuck in my head: All I Ever Wanted by Basshunter

10. Last Movie: Arthur Christmas

11. Last Show: I honestly don’t remember. Probably Friends? 

12. When did I create this blog: Either December 2014 or January 2015. I’ve technically been on tumblr since 2012 but i remade accounts when i was 16 bc a bunch of people from school were following me and it made me mega uncomfortable 

13. What do I post: art that i make, posts that i find funny, and pretty things

14. Last thing I googled: the current usd to nzd exchange rate >.>

15. Other blogs: I have 3 other blogs; a reference blog, an oc blog that i haven’t updated in a year and a half, and a blog for a webcomic i always wanted to make but never got around to (and probably never will 😅)

16. Do I get asks: Occassionally!! i love getting surprise asks 🥰

17. Why I chose this url: my initials are KEFL, i justed added “iboo” to make it sound cute :3 (and bc kefl or kefli is already taken on most sites) 

18. Following: 206

19. Followers: 430

20. Average hours of sleep: If i get any less than 8 i feel dead the next day 

21. Lucky number: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

22. Instruments: I had a kazoo once

23. What am I wearing: tie-dye crop top and shorts

24. Dream Job: idk anything that just lets me draw

25. Dream Trip: Japan!! I’d also really like to maybe take my mother to europe one day or road trip across the US

26. Favorite food: Sushi, Lasagna, Cookies

27. Nationality: uh kiwi? there’s no nz equivalent of “American” or “Australian” or “British” and it drives me nuts >:(

28. Favorite Songs:

Electric Blue by ICEHOUSE

Bob Dylan by Fall Out Boy 

Jenny by Studio Killers (don’t come for me, I liked it long before it was trendy on TikTok)

29. Last book I read: I reread Geogia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown last month

30. Top Three fictional universes I’d like to live in: ummmmm i honestly have no idea? maybe I’d like to be a studio ghibli character  

i tag anyone else who wants to answer these as well!! :D

[rainbowredrobin]

Hi! If you find time (because I know you're busy with other prompts) could you share a piece of the next chapter of SHYBM to help tide me over? If not, I understand! I'm just excited for the update. 😁

Here’s a lil taste just for you ;)

A tilt of the head, that bat-training kicking in as Dick tries to predict Jason’s next words. “... is this about Tim?”

Bingo was his name-o.

“I know ya might not wanna hear this…”

“Are you really going to lecture me about how to approach him too?” It was supposed to sound like a joke, but it comes out flat and a tiny taste of bitterness leaks through.

That catches his attention immediately. “Who else needed to yell at ya?”

“Babs,” a sigh of the name, almost wistful. “Said I wasn’t giving Timmy his space, wasn’t giving him time. Two years is a lot of time to me.”

Jason couldn’t deny that. Two years without seeing the face of their babybird should have lit a fire under their asses, but they’d been pacificed by timely reports, flash drives with vital information popping up on their doorsteps, news coverage of the Titans successfully saving a city with Red Robin as their leader. It was foolish, now that he can reflect on it, to think that everything was all fine and dandy after the clusterfuck they’d gone through when Bruce had disappeared. But wasn’t two years enough to clear the smoke?

Tim didn’t think so, and so long as he felt that way then they were in the doghouse no matter how they felt about it in comparison. Jason can understand that.

[nightwingswing]

“The family’s girl” (Batfam x reader) Part9

Hello my dear lil’ wings!!! ❤

Im sorry for this much delay! but this college year is very handful and i wont be able to update often. But i will try to update and post new stuff every week.

Now~ my dear wings, in this chapter there is a poll with who will the reader go to the gala...so re-read them all and chose!

Part1 Part2  Part3 Part4   Part5 Part6 Part7 [Interlude] Part8 Part9 (we are here!)  Part10

Tags: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @wonderlace19 @totallovelesson @crazyfreckledginger  @algentforthewin @lastbeliever @redbird-97  @superawesomegeek  @blackcat995  @cutiedaij @electra-writes33 @conspiracy-teen @redbird-97

If you want to be tagged in this or any of my fics, feel free to message me anytime! ❤ ❤

(btw,like the new cover? tell me in the coments with also your choice!)

Nowww, enjoy!!

**Previously **

“Bye, Tal!” You smiled running to your home. “Bye…mother.” She smiled. “She’s just like her, isn’t she, my dear.” A dark shadow hissed. “Tal…that’s what she used to call me.” The woman smiled. Ra’s Al ghul came out of the shadows. Hugging his daughter shoulder. “Soon… Soon my child she will be where she belongs.” Ra’s said, looking at your back. “She will be back with us… My beloved.” His eyes became slits. “And nobody will get in our way.”

**Now**

You skipped happily to your apartment, clutching the cups of breakfast. As you went up to your apartment again you saw Dick sitting on the kitchen table with Damian hugged to his waist as Tim helped jay stand up. They all looked at you with worried glances, then Dick smiled.

“Hey, (y/n)”

“Hey guys,im back. Jay what did i told you?!” You frowned at him, he smiled and rubbed the back of his head.

“Sorry.. .I-I was hungry…?” He smiled as you tt’ed. You let the breakfast on the table and walked towards Tim and Jay.

“Help me get Pewpew to the couch.” You said, pulling Jay arm around your shoulders.

“Pewpew..?” All the boys simultaneously asked. You blushed slightly.

“Yeah…”

“Why..why Pew?” Jay blushed but tried to stay manly in front of his siblings.

“....” Your ears reddened. “W-well...you're Red hood...and….and well...you always go “pew pew” “ You blushed even more as you made gun sights. “ so...i call you pew pew…..”

“.....” All the boys keep staring at you, mostly Jay who had an huge blush on his face.

“fucking hell...that's the most fucking adorable thing ever...i love it”Jay mumbled.

As Tim and you helped Jason to the couch, Dick poured the drinks in cups as Damian took the food. You all sat together in the couch, laughing and playing.

All the while, the boys had mixed feelings. The first of worrying for what Ra’s is planning and second..they couldn’t help it...they were fucking jealous.

///*\\\

“So…with who are you going to the Wayne gala tonight?” Dick asked nonchalantly.

You stared at him like a deer in headlights as you coughed hard,trying to swallow you (f/f) muffin.

“WAT?” You said, trying to swallow and cough at the same time.

The boys looked at you and smiled, thinking how adorable you were.

“The gala is tonight?!?!?!?!?” You yelled covering your mouth and red face.

“Yes, Father invited you over the day of the dinner. Remember?” Damian said.

You blushed, remembering clearly the night...and the wink Mr. Bruce Wayne gave you.

“O-Oh...wait I DONT HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR!!!!!!!” You covered your eyes in alarm.

“AND THAT’S WHY WE ARE HERE!!!” a voice boomed, you looked at your still broken door to see Stephanie, Cassandra and Barbara standing there with Duke.

“ITS GUUUUURRLLLSSS DAAAAAYYYYYYY!” Steph cheered as Barbara and Cassandra smiled.

“Girls!!” You said happy as you went to hug them. “youre my life savers!!!” They smiled and hugged you back.

“It’s okay, that's why we are here.” Babs smiled.

“Hey Duke.” you smiled as you hugged the taller boy.

“Hey (n/n)” he smiled. “What happened to your door?” he looked at you confused while a Dick in the background tried to tiptoe his way out of your piercing glare.

“..A Grayccident happened…” You glared at Dick who smiled and brushed his hair back.”

“Well, we are taking (y/n) shopping, meanwhile you boys better clean this mess and you better fix this door.” Babs said.

“YES MA’AM!” the boys said.

“Duke,i trust you to keep watch on them.”

“oka-Wait i was supposed to go with you!” He said.

“sorry, gurls day. No boys allowed.” Steph grinned as she dragged you away, followed by two amused Cass and Babs. Leaving five sad jealous batboys.

///*\\\

So you and the girls were in the shopping center, trying a thousand dresses. Steph had decided for a mermaid tail style purple dress while Cass had chosen a black glittered with gold sleeveless gown and Babs had chosen a yellow and purple tux style dress. You smiled at your friends as they looked divine. While you obvious were clapping at them they exchange sly looks as cass and Babs dragged you to a changing room, you were left with a (f/c) (short/long) dress. You decided to try it on and woah…

it was freaking amazing.

“you're doing amazing sweetie”

Thank you.” you smiled”

“ (y/n)!!!!! GET OUT GURLL, WE HAVE TO SEEE!!” Steph yelled.

“I'm on it!” You said before opening the changing room’s door and walking to them. They smiled bright as Steph whistled.

“ *FIUUU FIUUU* So gorgeous (n/n)!!!” She smiled as Cass gave you a thumbs up and Babs clapped.

“I think were all settled then.” Babs smiled.

“Yeah” You smiled as you entered the changing room to pay for the dresses.

///*\\\

Meanwhile, the boys were fixing your door while Duke keep guard of them.

“So...why the hell id the door broken?”

“Dick did it.”

“I THOUGHT THEY WERE IN DANGER!!”

“ He just wanted to woo (y/n)!!!” Tim said.

“HE ISN'T AS BAD AS DRAKE! HE SLEEP WITH HER!” damian yelled

“YOU SLEEP WITH HER?!?!?!?!??” Jay and Dick screamed and glared at Tim.

“...SHE LET ME! AND I’VE KNOWN HER FOR LONGER!!”

“SO?! SHE LOVES ME BEST!” Damian screamed as he hit tim with his mop

“FRUUUCK NO! SHE LOVES ME MORE!!” Tim smirked

“YOU WISH!!!!!”

“Well, i had a date with her.” Jay smirked.

“shUT UP TODD!!!” They screamed.

“Well,it doesn't matter. Im going to ask her to the gala.” dick smirked.

“OVER MY DEAD BODY GRAYSON!” Damian said.

“SHE CLEARLY WILL CHOOSE ME. IM COOLER AND SMARTER!” Tim said.

“WELL IM AWESOME!” Jay attacked.

“IM MORE GOOD LOOKING!” Dick said,jealous.

“IM THE BEST ROBIN!!!” Damian said.

“YOURE A KID!” Everyone said.

“IM 16!!!”

Duke was eating popcorn while watching the robin war, thinking.

“wat did i do to deserve dis?”

///*\\\

In an cold cave, the ninjas were dressing in cool black suits as a woman in a long sparkling white and green dress walked towards the man in the edge of the cave, wearing a blue tuxedo.

“Father.” The woman bowed her head.

“My dear Talia...tonight...tonight we strike.” He smirked, the woman smiled sickly sweet.

“yes….tonight...tonight (y/n) will be ours.” She smiled as her father held her hand.

///*\\\

As the girls and you entered your apartment you noticed your fixed door as hugged it.

“my dooorrrrr” you nuzzled your door.

“stop being so cute (n/n) the bags are heavy!” Steph whined.

“Yes yes!” you smiled as you opened the door.

The sighs you find made your eyes widen and a blush cover your face fully, your eyes burned as the bags fell to the ground. You could hear the girl giggle behind you.

In Front of you, Timothy Drake, Jason Todd, Richard Grayson and Damian Wayne stood on their knees, holding a (f/f) on their hand.

Blushing hard, with teary eyes and with the cutest face ever they asked:

“ (Y/N), WILL YOU GO TO THE GALA WITH ME?!”

To be continued...

so…(y/n):

Who will you choose?

Dick Grayson.

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

¿?

[evexe-n]

30, 34, 37 & 38 please! :D

[40 questions - meme for fic writers]

30. Do you accept prompts?

Ehm, not at the moment? I still have some from a year ago that went unanswered………OTL

Though I always reply to random headcanons/plot ideas sent my way, and I sometimes end up doing a drabble of lil’ ficlet for it, in general I’m very bad at writing what I’m told/asked to write………

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

YOU HAVE OPENED THE FLOODGATES. IN SHORT, I HAVE ANGRY EMOTIONS™ ABOUT IT (but below the cut for brevity’s sake. Also this won’t be about the YGO fandom so much as a general rant for all of the fandoms I’m in).

Trigger warnings(?) for brief(?) discussion of the way non-con and all related themes were portrayed in some of the less avory fics I’ve read, for lack of a better term.

Ok so let me start this off by stating that I did, once upon a time, not have as strong an aversion to fics with the non-con/dub-con label as I do now. I never actively seeked them out, but I never flat out refused to read a fic for containing these themes either. It’s how I came across many of the things I’m about to sum up. I’m still of the opinion that if you like reading them or they help you in some way, that’s great!

However, over the years I, personally, have developed a strong dislike of 95% of all dub/non-con fics, because I continuously encountered a lot of things that squick me in those stories. Here’s some specifcs:

In case of the non-con occuring between the main pairing:- I prefer reading fics where I don’t absolutely hate one of the main characters. When I love a pairing enough to want to read/write fic of them, I tend to love both characters equally. Having straight up non-con between them is a surefire way to ick me out- Here’s a point that’s going to come up a lot: often it’s just really OOC. And if it’s not OOC then it usually uses tropes like sex pollen/abo/aliens made them do it, which have their own subset of problems. Some people don’t mind OOC portrayals, but I am not one of those people

In case of the non-con happening between one main character + someone else (usually an antagonist):- I get it, you need an evil ex. For plot reasons. But I guarantee you there’s about 99 more creative ways to make this person a douche without immediately going the full-out non-con route. Especially when it’s an established character for whom it would be completely OOC.- Not every villain has to lust after/prey on your protagonist, it’s ok. Sometimes they can just be murderous psychopaths or megalomaniacs without the added sexual predator vibes. I promise you they’ll still creep me out. You lose shock value when you make every villain have the same motivation (namely, subjugating your protagonist by fucking them) so maybe switch it up every so often?- Alternatively: just because ‘rapist’ is shorthand for ‘evil asshole’ doesn’t mean every evil asshole in your fic has to be a rapist.

Just general things about dub/non-con fics that squick me out:- Please, I’m begging you all, stop using rape as a plot device to create drama and prolong the resolution of your fic. This is aimed at those fics that are going along nice and steady, nearly all loose threads are resolved when suddenly, oh no, kidnapped by the abusive ex/someone got taken advantage of after they got drunk at a party/etc! Fics where rape is treated as nothing more than another bump in the road that the couple needs to overcome to be together is just, yikes.(This does NOT refer to the fics where the author has a story to tell specifically about dealing with (sexual) abuse and and trauma. When it’s the entire focus of the fic, it’s usually treated with due respect instead of ‘ok and then A got raped by C but B still loves A so they’re all ok again in 2k words bc true luv’)- I heavily dislike power imbalances/abuse of authority, and this can be played up beyond belief in non-con- So often I’ll see the ‘dub-con’ tag used for something that, by all means, should be labeled non-con. I’m willing to accept ‘these two idiots are pining for each other but think it’s unrequited, both get drunk and make out/sleep together while intoxicated oh no’ as a dub-con, maybe. If only one of them is drunk? If both are drunk but one is explicitly saying no? If they’re under the influence of outside forces (ye olde ‘sex pollen’ trope)? That moves from dub-con into non-con territory imo, because either only one party could give full consent, or none could. I don’t care how enthusiastic they were about it Deborah, your a/b/o heatfic still has a total lack of clear-minded consent- Here’s the big one that I wish I had never encountered, but I have: fics where non-con/rape is described in detail, as in, it’s treated as if it’s just a run-of-the-mill PWP fic and written as if I’m supposed to find this sexy????? UHM??? I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to find this traumatizing to read, and I am, but for all the wrong reasons.

There is the remaining 5% of fics tagged dub/non-con that I CAN read, and even love sometimes though, just to be clear.

Fics where the dub/non-con happened in the past, off-screen. The further removed from the act itself, the more likely I am to be able to read it. I don’t have a problem with reading about trauma aftermath, I have trouble reading romantizations of non-con.

I can read PWP fics involving bdsm scenes of rape fantasies, but even then it has to be established that the two people about to engage in this scene are all on board or I’ll close the tab in 0.001 seconds flat

Fics dealing with the aftermath of canonical abuse/rape/trauma/etc. If only because these fics are often written by salty fans, so they rarely glorify the acts that were depicted in canon and include a fair amount of knowledge (or research at the least) on both the characters and their traumas. These fics I do seek out sometimes to get closure for something canon glossed over. If you think this point is about comics, it is. Specifically about Dick Grayson (Robin I/Nightwing). I’m willing to throw hands about both the Mirage and the Tarantula incidents they put him through and then handwaved away. Don’t get me started on that Deathstroke and Terra thing back in the day either.

Tl;dr - I prefer my fics consensual, that’s the baseline here.

37. Talk about your current wips.

...................suffering. That’s it that’s all my WIPs thanks for coming to my TED talk.

On a more serious note, I think most people that follow me know that the big WIPs are the 5SOD one and WDMC. WDMC is next in line to be updated as of now, but fuck if I know when I’ll get around to writing the end of that chapter. For a fic where I already know the entire plot, writing it sure isn’t going smooth =-=

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

I don’t think I could name a singular review that made my day, so much as all reviews do that for me? And this does include tags on reblogs for fic updates on tumblr, those are amazing to read.

Basically I just crave validation and feedback, so I thrive on every single comment I get. The YGO fandom especially spoiled me with this, because y’all just seem to love leaving comments??? I’m so happy with it, but it was one hell of a culture shock when I wrote stuff for other fandoms afterwards & comments came in less often.

here’s a fun little comparison, because I love analyzing my fic stats!

YGO, sorted by kudos:

vs my other stuff sorted by kudos

(I’m not shaming the other fandom btw, they are rly generous with their kudos and I love them for it, it just took some getting used to because of the different levels of feedback that I got. Unless it’s chaptered fics, that one did really well for some reason :’) )

That being said, I get really giddy when people comment on fics that I consider personal favorites. For YGO, Hypnagogia is one of them, as is The Flower Speaks (for the sheer amount of effort I put into it haha).

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Voltron/DC comics/batfam crossover.  Title TBD.  This entire fic is going to be one extended angst fest. (soon to be crossposted to Ao3)  Batfam personalities lean towards the fanon!characteristics but lil gotham exists so technically canon

Shiro is Bruce Wayne’s adopted son and part of the batfam AU  created by me (I was the anon) and @newtsckamander    

chapter 2 link

Chapter 1/10?   Helplessness

word count 1.2k

Bruce deliberately ignored the ringing phone.

He was exhausted and just lifting his head to see which light on the monitor on his bed-stand was blinking was too much effort.  The past month had been a hellish one.  A world-wide threat had had the entire Justice League and every possible ally mobilized and constantly engaged for four weeks on end.  Bruce had given himself the least breaks of all and they had finally shut down the entire operation fifteen hours ago.  Bruce had debriefed and dismissed everyone on the Watchtower and then brought his brood back to Gotham and fallen asleep the second his head hit his pillow.  

There were footsteps approaching his room - decisive and soft, distinctly Alfred.  

The phone must be important enough for him to be woken up for.

Alfred opened his door, one gloved hand covering the receiver of the phone.  There was an unreadable reserved look on his face, perhaps a tint of concern, or regret, or fear.  Bruce couldn’t tell but something didn’t bode well.  

“It’s the Garrison, Master Bruce.”

Ah.  The Garrison.  A now well-established private space exploration company and school facility.  Bruce intellectually approved of them, after the Luthor Administration, it was a safer bet to have such a money-dependent scientific research facility separate from the government, but he still held some level of personal resentment for the Garrison.  

Shiro had left him for the Garrison.  Bruce really hadn’t disapproved, Shiro had waxed poetic on space and how being an astronaut had been one of his earliest dreams.  The bitterness came from the situation that spawned Shiro’s secretive application and acceptance of a private school halfway across the country.   Shiro had applied after Jason died.

He said he needed change to handle the loss of his younger brother.  He never blamed Bruce the way Dick and Bruce himself had, nor had he blamed himself.  He hadn’t mentioned blame - just grief.  So Bruce had signed all the paperwork, given him his blessings and a tight embrace, and sent his then youngest son to extended space camp.  

That was years ago.  Tim had come into their lives, and Cassandra, and Stephanie, and Jason had come back.  Shiro had visited often, perks of a billionaire father meant he could fly back to Gotham every long weekend.

The phone Alfred handed to him was the designated parental phone, the number given to schools, civilian friends’ parents, and other such persons.

“Hello?”  Bruce tried to sound awake.

“Mr. Wayne? This is the Kerberos Mission ground-control commander.  I don’t want to alarm you, but protocol requires me to inform the designated contact of the astronauts.  It’s probably just a malfunction, but we’re having communications interference with the Kerberos crew.”

“You’ve lost contact with them.” Bruce choked out.  He felt cold.  His hands were shaking but he kept his voice level.  Communications issues were far from unheard of.  If he was really concerned he could send Hal or John out to check on things - but he couldn’t.  It hit him that the Green Lanterns were in deep space by now, reporting back about the recent global incident.  Hal had said he’d wave at Pluto when they went past.  Dick and Stephanie had laughed at that.

“Yes.  We don’t have confirmation on why yet.”

“Keep me updated.”  Bruce ordered into the phone.  He felt so tired suddenly, weary from life and stress, but also like he’d never sleep again because how can he.  His son was possibly in danger on the far side of the Solar System.

Ten years ago, Bruce would have said his most helpless moment had been watching his parents get gunned down and bleed out in Crime Alley.  He had thought that being unable to do anything and therefore wasting the opportunity to be the epitome of helplessness.  

Yesterday, he would have said that when Jason died was his low point.  He had felt that having the skills and ability to have saved someone and just missing the chance by moments was real helplessness.

Now he was reconsidering.  His son was in space and he was in both situations at once.  He normally had contacts who could solve this, but they were gone.  He had an opportunity but any efforts would be too late.  This was true helplessness.

“Of course.”  

After that Bruce wasn’t sure what pleasantries they exchanged to end the call.  He was half on auto-pilot and half trying to figure out how to handle waking up and explaining to so many people that this happened.  

Because Bruce was no optimist.  He knew that if it was really just a short equipment issue they wouldn’t have called Shiro’s family.  This was something serious.  

        *                             *                                  *                               *

Five hours later, when the next call came, Bruce took it in the Batcave.  The others were all surrounding him at the computer, dressed in civvies and staring at the sprawling screen that was tapped into the Watchtower’s current data-stream from the direction of Pluto in one corner, and monitoring the Garrison headquarters in another, and skyping Clark and Diana to keep the league updated.  

Dick’s hand clenched on his shoulder to ground him and Cass and Steph were warmths to his right he could feel the proximity of.  

“We have an update.  Are you seated?”  Bruce’s heart felt like it was both stopped and pounding.  In a moment of inspiration he put the phone on speaker so he wouldn’t have to voice the words in repetition. He grunted some form of affirmation.

“We have lost contact with the Kerberos crew.  We have evidence that their vessel was destroyed.  We are assuming piloting error.  The crew is presumed dead.  We offer our condolences -” The phone cracked in Bruce’s hand.  

Piloting error.  

They blamed his son.  His son the astronaut. The one who wasn’t supposed to die.  The one he never spent nights awake worrying about.  

Shiro had been the “token civilian” member of the family.  He had preferred a support role more like Alfred to being a vigilante.  Jason had been Robin and Dick was Nightwing and Shiro never expressed interest in creating his own mantle.  Bruce had been very happy with this and the lack of stress over the safety of another child.  

And now he was gone.

Diana was saying something over the screen about Clark and J’onn and some other league members heading to Pluto to verify as soon as possible.  

Someone pried the phone out of his clenched hand and he repurposed his empty hand to press the teenagers clinging to his front closer to him.  His eyes were too blurred to see who and he couldn’t bring himself to care.  

They were all one mass pressed together into a body of grief.  Stephanie, Cassandra, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian-.  

Damian, who would never meet Shiro.

Damian had only been in Bruce’s life for a year, and the six months before Shiro left for his mission had been busy and his short stints visiting Gotham had always happened to coincide with Damian’s visits to his mother, or school trips, or extended missions.  

They were anguished with no direction. No body.  No culprit.  No one to blame.  No real need for violence to solve this outside of the catharsis from emotion it would provide.  

He couldn’t really blame the Garrison.  He had checked their records and finances and intentions thoroughly and found them satisfactory enough to let them send his son hurtling into the void of space on a research mission.  

Bruce wanted desperately to regret that.  Shiro had wanted to be an astronaut and now Bruce wished he had instead chosen to be a vigilante because at least he would have been down here on Earth and Bruce could have died himself trying to protect him.

chapter 2 link

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The Top 15 Matching Dog and Owner Costumes for Halloween 2020

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Matching costumes can be a controversial topic when it comes to human couples, but matching dog and owner costumes? There’s no cuter way to show off your bond come Halloween.

Before you dress up for the holiday, take your dog’s tolerance for clothes and costumes into consideration. Perhaps your pup would prefer a simple Halloween collar or bandana—no big deal, you can make that work.

Or maybe he or she would prefer to be left alone in quiet solitude for the day; that’s OK, too. After all, with all the unpredictability of the day—including strange costumes, unfamiliar visitors, and the constant ringing of the doorbell—Halloween can be stressful for dogs. But if your dog—or cat—is comfortable in clothing, you’re going to want to try one of these matching dog and owner costumes. From timeless classics to current pop culture trends, we’ve rounded up a few of our favorite ideas.

Keep in mind that when shopping for a Halloween costume for your dog, the most important consideration is size. Because dog costumes are not all manufactured in the same way, your pet could be a medium in one costume and an extra-large in another, so be sure to measure your dog and use your pet’s measurements and the product size chart as a guide to ensure their best fit.

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The Best Matching Dog and Owner Halloween Costumes

Hang on to your butts! All you’ll need for this easy Jurassic Park or Jurassic World costume is this dinosaur costume for the dog, and a khaki vest and a Jurassic Park ranger patch for yourself.

Shop Dino on Amazon Shop Ranger Patch on Amazon

Take your Halloween costumes to infinity and beyond with these coordinating Buzz and Woody costumes from Toy Story. The Buzz costume is available in six sizes to suit a variety of breeds and comes with a soft light-up jet pack that attaches to the back of the costume’s shirt.

Find Buzz Lightyear on Chewy Find Woody on Amazon

Not looking to answer the question, “and who are you two supposed to be?” this Halloween? This cute matching dog and owner costume for is easy to understand upon first glance. Just a few clicks of your mouse and it’s a cinch to put together! (Alternately, you could easily “be” the flower with a fresh bouquet from your local grocery store.)

Shop Bee on Amazon Shop Flower on Amazon

It’s PSL season, after all! All you need to achieve this look is a distinctive green apron for yourself, and an adorable latte get-up for your dog.

Shop Latte on Amazon Shop Apron on Amazon

Sure, you could be Batman, and your dog could be your trusty sidekick Robin. But personally, we like a reversed take on this classic duo. Let your dog be the superhero, while you play the faithful companion.

Shop Batman on Amazon Shop Robin on Amazon

Celebrate your love of Japanese food with these sushi and soy sauce costumes. The dog’s sushi costume in sizes small to extra-large and Amazon reviewers say that it’s lightweight and comfy for dogs to wear.

Shop Soy Sauce on Amazon Shop Sushi on Amazon

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 Staying in the realm of food costumes, this cute idea pairs a hot dog costume with a red and white striped waiter costume. Your dog will look cute enough to eat!

Shop Hot Dog on Amazon Shop Waiter on Amazon

With this costume combo, your dog is the squirrel and you’re the acorn. The crowd is bound to go nuts!

Alternately, you could both be squirrels: Check out this human squirrel costume that matches the dog squirrel costume above.

Shop Squirrel on Amazon Shop Acorn Tee on Amazon

Pretty much any Star Wars character is available in costume form for people and dogs—take your pick—but you could also DIY a get-up for the characters of your choice. My personal favorite duo from the inextinguishable franchise is R2-D2 and C-3PO, and it’s hard to imagine a cuter matching dog and owner costume pairing.

Shop R2-D2 on Amazon Shop C-3PO on Amazon

This rocket dog costume gives new meaning to the Mars “rover.” Pair it with an astronaut costume for a look that’s out of this world.

Find Rocket on Chewy Shop Spacesuit on Amazon

Who’s the angel and who’s the devil? That’s for you to decide, though personally I think every dog is an angel. But if yours is a lil devil, I won’t be mad. What matters is that this is a wickedly adorable matching costume for dogs and their owners.

Shop Angel on Amazon Shop Devil on Amazon

We can’t get enough of food-based costumes for dogs and people. If your dog is as sweet as can be, then this costume is perfect! And all you need is an apron and a chef’s hat to complete the look.

Shop Cupcake on Amazon Shop Baker on Amazon

All you need is a pair of overalls and a straw hat to complete this cute matching dog and owner costume. Your dog is the cow, you’re the farmer, and as a pair you’ll be moooooving to the front of the Halloween parade.

Find Cow on Chewy Find Overalls at Amazon

These Genie and Princess Jasmine costumes are perfect for any Aladdin fans out there. Alternatively, your dog can dress up as Abu the monkey, and you can be Aladdin (if you wish).

Shop Genie on Amazon Shop Jasmine on Amazon

Put your dog’s talent for slobbering to good use with this Slimer dog costume from the Ghostbusters franchise. Meanwhile, you can dress up as your favorite Ghostbuster, complete with inflatable backpack.

Find Slimer on Chewy Find Ghostbuster on Amazon

Whatever you and your dog dress up as for Halloween, you’re sure to be the hit of the party if you dress up together!

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