#this should be interesting..

[missroller15]

The Side Effects Of Failed Scheduling and A Cute Brunette

Hello, I’m back and got another corny fluffy fic for you guys! I’ve posted about it before but that was just a snippet so I got the full thing here. I’m kinda nervous to post it but I found it too fluffy not to post so I hope you guys like it and it’s absolute mess so prepare for that as well :) 

Rory Gilmore liked organization. This was a known fact. She worked hard to maintain this tranquility in her life. She planned, she made lists, she double-checked her double-checking. It worked but some days, no matter how hard she tried, life denied this planning. 

There is one memory, in particular, that at times filters back into her mind. Though it is a little bit fuzzy, there was a warmth about the memory she loved. It was a lazy Tuesday afternoon when around noon, the phone rang. Rory hadn’t been doing much, simply reading and reviewing her school work while Lorelai would hopefully be coming back from work in about an hour. She picked up the phone, pleasantly surprised to hear the receptionist from the dentist. “Hello, is this Lorelai Gilmore?” 

“A variant of some sort, yes.” Rory replied, with a tease in her tone. The receptionist ignored the subtle joke and immediately responded, “Alright, I’d just like to confirm that you will be able to make it for your dentist appointment today?” 

“Oh, yes. I-” The receptionist curtly hung up, leaving Rory shocked for a moment before she just shook her head, put the phone down and was about to walk back to her room when the phone began dialing again. She sighed, “Hello?” 

Her mother greeted with an almost bittersweet tone. Rory‘s stomach almost lurched. “Hey babe, I’m sorry but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to the appointment today–” 

Oh no. “Mom, but-” 

“I know, I know! I’m sorry, I know we had a plan but a family showed up a day earlier than their reservation. Ask Luke, he’ll drop you off and pick you up, love you!” 

“Fine, but don’t be surprised if you find bloody cotton balls on your pillow tonight.” Rory mumbled into the phone. 

“Hold on, lemme get this down for Bram Stoker. It’ll be a big hit-”  

Rory quickly threw out a goodbye before ending the call and dialing Luke’s. She began pacing around, her nerves tempting to overflow. Whenever a plan was thrown off-course, it rattled her a bit more than she ever liked to admit. This wasn’t too bad, it couldn’t be. Hopefully, Luke wasn’t too busy.. What if he was? What if today was an important day for him? What if she ended up having to walk? How would she get there on time by foot? Or— Rory, calm down. It wouldn’t be too bad, this’ll get fixed quickly. It’s fine. She took a deep breath. “Hello?”

Her blood ran cold. That was not Luke’s voice. Jess repeated, “Hello?” 

Rory, talk! Talk! 

“Alright, hanging up now.” 

“It’s Rory.” She blurted, racking her brain for more to say. Silence lingered for a couple moments. He went quiet. She was about to say more when noises came on from the other side. 

There was a muffled conversation in the background but it was too low for her to hear so she cleared her throat extra loudly. The noises continued before quieting again. Jess’ voice returned. “Yes?”

“Where’s Luke? I need him to help me out with something today.” 

“He’s not available at the moment. Any chance you’d enlighten me on what you need him for?” 

Rory was not planning on telling him she’d be going to the dentist. She didn’t need pointless questions, especially if they came from Jess. The more time she spent talking to him, the more she knew she’d want to continue. “It’s nothing you’d find interesting. Can you get him, please?” 

“Oh, I’d beg to differ.” He chuckled, an adorable one— No! Her cheeks flushed as she drowned out any thoughts like that. Any thoughts of Jess’ laugh or his smile or pretty eyes. Remember the main problem at hand, Rory! 

Her eyes darted to the clock quickly. There was still about an hour and a half so she still had time. Jess didn’t have to know. She could just head over and ask Luke. Then, that would mean she’d see Jess in person. That couldn’t happen either. She didn’t know what it was about him but she knew it wasn’t a good idea to be near for too long. Just talking over the phone sparked a flustered feeling within her.

“Hey Rory, if you really need Luke, he’s free now.” 

Jess’ voice interrupted her train of thought, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she heard Luke’s voice come to the phone. She quickly explained the situation, hoping Luke will be able to help. “Uh–Sure, I guess. What time?” 

Rory felt her chest lighten once she finished up giving Luke the times and directions. It was almost funny how much she freaked out before. This issue got fixed quickly enough, just like she knew it would. 

                                                       •••••••••••• 

Pick her up and drop her off, that’s all and you come right back. Luke’s words played back in his mind as Jess sat in the truck, waiting for Rory. It was relatively simple and he knew she’d be fine but there was always that ‘what if’ 

No. No, he wasn’t going to think like that. That is, until Rory stumbled out. Her hand lifted up to shield her eyes from the sun as she glanced around, her legs wobbling a little bit. 

Jess immediately jumped out, heading toward her direction. Her eyes met his and it was the first time in a long time that he felt scared. Rory’s doe eyes were gone, replaced by this distant gaze that seemed to look into the deepest depths of his soul. Her trembling hands gripped onto his shoulders. “You’re not Luke,” she slurred, wiping away the saliva that dripped from the side of her mouth . “Where’s he?” 

Jess pried her hands off and slung one of her arms over his shoulder to help guide her to the car while the other mindlessly turned to pick at her sweater sleeve. “He’s at work and so is your mom apparently, so you’re stuck with me.” He mumbled, not expecting a response. And to no surprise, he didn’t get one. Just Rory turning to him as she sat down in the seat and smiled. Jess bit back his own smile as he started the car. It wasn’t fair what her smiles did to him. 

As he drove, Rory didn’t stop chatting once throughout the entire ride. All from Jane Austen’s worst book to her mother’s questionable Halloween costumes, even how Luke’s burgers were unmatched but just a little bit less salt would make them perfect. It wasn’t difficult to follow for too long since she’d switch every few seconds.  Jess tried his best to keep the conversations short as he didn’t want her to use too much energy to talk. He’d lost the number of times he told her to just try to rest but it failed every time. Rory would just fold her arms across her chest and huff in frustration before remembering another subject to chatter about. 

There was a moment where she did go quiet. Jess had thought she’d finally fallen asleep but turned to find her staring once again. That distant gaze wasn’t there anymore but an analytical one. A curious one. A Rory one. His favorite kinds. 

He glanced over and her cheeks immediately tinged pink but the gaze stayed. It was drowning, too tempting. Jess blinked quickly, turning his focus back. Rory let out an annoyed mumbled noise. “You don’t like it. You don’t like me. I wish … would.” 

His eyes jumped back to her. “What?” 

She dragged her eyes back to him. “Nothin..” was the last thing she said before her eyes slowly fluttered shut. 

That definitely wasn’t nothing but it couldn’t be taken too seriously. Could she have meant “I wish you would.” No! No way. This was Rory on anesthesia. There’s no way she would’ve actually said that, it doesn’t mean anything. Especially when I don’t even understand what she said. Jess tried to reason as he pulled up to the house. This is not what you’re supposed to be thinking about, Jess! Focus. 

He left a dozing Rory in the car and ran up to the door. He found a note taped to the door handle. To no surprise, every detail went to plan. Just a little misstep on who would be doing all this was the mistake, he chuckled to himself. 

Key in the plant! Thanks, Luke. - Rory 

The key was there, as she stated so he opened the door. Then he went back, opening the car door. Rory was out cold. She wouldn’t be able to move so Jess quickly scooped her up in a bridal style. Her hands tightened around him as her face nuzzled in against his neck, sending his stomach into backflips.  He leaned down to set her down on the couch but his breath hitched when Rory’s hand grabbed his sleeve. Her eyes fluttered open for a second. Her eyebrows furrowed in the most impossibly cute way. “No.”

Jess felt his face flame up for a second. She didn’t want him to go. But it definitely wasn’t a good idea to stay either. Looking down at her, an idea came to mind that would possibly fix the dilemma. It was risky but worth a shot. He quickly grabbed a pen and opened the book he had tucked in back pocket to the inside of the back cover. He made a small T-Chart, biting his bottom lip in thought. 

Jess would always find Rory doing them when he went to clean up the table she and Lorelai sat at. There were even small napkins that had them scribbled on days, she didn’t have a clean sheet of paper on hand at the moment. It was something admirable, if he was truly being honest with himself. 

Organization, stability, really anything down that lane wasn’t something Jess was typically accustomed to. Moving to Stars Hollow alone was the first step towards something of stability, even if he didn’t want to say it out loud. Now here he was, sitting down on the floor beside one of the most organized people he’s ever met. She turned curiously when she noticed him writing. Her eyes lingered all over the page before one of the cottons that the dentist had given her fell from her pocket and hit the ground in a small squish interrupting the quiet. The realization hit him. Rory is supposed to be taken care of and he was here. 

A pro. Just the one pro he needed to convince him. 

He had to stay. 

At least, until he knew she’d be perfectly ok and well enough to keep herself standing. Jess tossed his book in the seat across from the couch where Rory was and went into the kitchen to grab a napkin. He picked up the cotton ball with a grimace and tossed it in the trash can by the kitchen. Water. She needs water. He ran to the cupboard, quickly opening and shutting them, to find the cups. Jess finally found one when he heard his name called. 

“Are you ok?” He said returning to the living room, trying to hide the alarm in his tone. Rory wasn’t looking at him but to the book he had tossed in the seat across from where she laid. She pointed her finger at it, a frown rested on her lips. “Dunno, if I hearda that one.” 

Jess raised an eyebrow as he picked it up. Handing it to her, he smiled. “You wanna read it while I get you some water?” 

She nodded and he handed her the book while he returned to the kitchen to get the cup. He quickly filled it and grabbed one of the sink towels too. Just in case. He returned to find Rory, sitting on the couch. 

Her fingers flipping through the pages delicately. The light shined in at such a pretty angle, right behind her, he couldn’t help but stare for a moment. Her brown hair was down, framing her face as her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her blue eyes drinking in the words on the page of the book. Maybe, even his notes in the margins. 

“Hey I got the water. How are you feeling?” 

She gave him a thumbs-up, shyly smiling and taking the cup from his hand. She took a large gulp right before setting it down and closing the book. Jess frowned slightly. “Not your thing, huh.” 

“Read it to me.” She said, her cheeks flushing. 

“What, you want me to-” He spoke softly, a bit astonished. 

“Yes. Yes, please.” She interrupted, just as softly. He let out a small laugh, surprised at what he was about to do. 

That day, he sat down next to her on the couch and read to Rory Gilmore, her head leaning against his shoulder as she listened intently. It was a good day. 

At least Rory likes to remember it that way, not that she could remember that much clearly. That day, however, did show her what she felt all along as she got to know Jess Mariano. He was something special. 

Something special indeed. And to think, this is what the side effects of failed scheduling and cute brunette resulted in. 

[twofoursixohjuan]

please elaborate in tags :)

[aueua]

people with siblings: how do you feel about them?

[pickled-flowers]

Sex positivity is also about not calling Ace people prude and using virgin as an insult 👍 hope that helps

[ministarfruit]

day 15: haunting ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[starkidmunson]

glitter & crimson

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

“Marry.”

“What?”

“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

“Eddie, we’re not playing FMK; you’re supposed to be telling me his name.”

“Oh. That’s…. Joe Jonas.”

“…he’s literally from Hawkins. And he’s holding a hockey stick.”

“Nobody from Hawkins is that hot, man, no way.”

~~~

Gareth posts the clip to his personal TikTok. Before he can get around to reposting it on Corroded Coffin’s band account, it has more than 100k views. Things only spiral from there, because once the band shares it, the video goes more viral and ends up on the screens of the right people.

chiblkhwks: harrington94 is social media challenged, but we’re going to make sure he sees this. Will keep you posted.

The comment is immediately overshadowed by a busy day of PR. A photoshoot to an interview to a radio show to the green room at the Fillmore in Boston, before an intimate pre-album release show for members of their fan club. Eddie has completely forgotten about the video entirely, but Gareth’s phone pings with a text notification.

“A response has been issued!” He declares to the room, still grinning down at the screen of his phone.

The rest of the band shares a collectively confused look, all seeming pleased to find they’re not alone in whatever they’ve missed.

“What?” Jeff asks for the group.

In lieu of an explanation, Gareth just flips the phone in his hand around to show a TikTok, stitched with the clip they’d made earlier that morning.

~~~

“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

#Stitch

“Is… is that supposed to be a compliment?” Steve asks, making a pinched face as he laces up his skates.

“You watched the whole video. He compared you to Joe Jonas.” The girl behind the camera responds, but he levels her with an unimpressed look. She doesn’t respond, and after a beat, he sighs.

“Yeah, alright, I guess Joe Jonas is hot. I’ll take the compliment.” He huffs, standing to his feet and moving from the bench he’d been suiting up on toward the ice. The girl follows him, gliding toward the net once they're in the rink, never falling out of pace with him.

“Do you know who it is talking in the video?” She presses, and Steve looks unimpressed again.

“You mean the other hot guy?” He asks with a grin, then nods. “That was Eddie. I’m surprised you don’t know him, the Party listens to Corroded Coffin all the time.”

The video loops back to the stitched clip from Gareth’s initial TikTok then. Everyone in the room processes what just unfolded.

“The Party? Did… did Steve Harrington just make a reference to DnD? Or is that some sports thing I dont understand?” Jeff asks.

Freak raises his hand, indicating he’s next to speak. “Not only that, but his nerdy DnD friends listen to us all the time?”

“Did King Steve call Joe Jonas hot?” Eddie asks, visibly still trying to connect the wires in his brain that fried at Steve’s agreement. “Did he call me hot?”

All three turn toward Eddie, whose face is still reflecting the long form math equation his brain is trying to work out, and Jeff sighs.

“Well, boys. I think we’ve officially lost him.” He says, bowing his head. Freak and Gareth join him solemnly, making Eddie huff and cross his arms over his chest.

“You’re all so dramatic.”

“Gee, I wonder who encouraged us to be this way,” Freak exaggerates through a grin, before shoving a guitar into Eddie’s chest, just in time for Paige to open the door and summon them.

“We can have a meltdown over Harrington after the gig,” Gareth promises with a pat to Eddie’s back as everyone moves around him, exiting the green room and heading for the stage.

~~~

Riding his post-show high, Eddie makes a bold move in the CC band TikTok, commenting under the video Steve had stitched.

corrodedcoff!n: we’ll be in chicago 1/26 if harrington94 and ‘the party’ are free 🎫

He only gets about 20 minutes of peace before Gareth is jumping around, proclaiming himself the greatest wingman in history.

“It’s an offer for free concert tickets made over social media, and he hasn’t even answered, Gare Bear.” Eddie tries to get him to relax, but he, too, is eager to see how the other reacts to the offer.

He wakes up the next morning to the answer he’d been waiting on, and his stomach flips as he reads it over.

harrington94: only if you guys come to the home game 1/27 🏒

__________

Steve doesn’t even bat an eye when Max shoves her way into the locker room, b-lining straight for him.

“Can I help you?” He asks without looking up, unhooking the padding from his calf and letting it drop to the ground in front of his locker.

“Are you using TikTok to publicly flirt with Eddie Munson?” She asks, voice quieter than he’d typically expect from her, but he just scoffs.

“I’m just being friendly! You’re the one who started this in the first place! What, you didn’t expect me to log on and check if they’d responded?” He asks in response, freeing his foot from the skate, before placing a cover over the blade and letting the boot drop into the lower shelf beside his locker.

“I’m just confused because you’ve been super weird about coming out, and now you’re out here hitting on a rockstar all over social media, that’s all.” Max says, and Steve freezes for a moment.

“Do you…” he trails off, before closing his eyes and rubbing a thumb into his temple. “You really think I just accidentally came out?”

“You called Joe Jonas and Eddie Munson hot, encouraged this rockstar to come to your game when he’s in town and also accepted tickets to see him perform, Steve.” Max was monotone, and held her hands up defensively when he groaned. “I’m not starting anything, I’m just saying that this could get blown out of proportion now.”

They discuss a little further, deciding neither of them will publicly acknowledge anything that’s been posted to the account for now, until they actually come up with a plan.

Once he’s in his car heading home, Steve calls Robin.

“Dingus,” she greets, as always, and he lets out a grumble. “Uh oh. What happened?”

“I think I accidentally came out on the internet, and it’s Eddie Munson’s fault.” He’s met with several seconds of silence as he starts his car on the path to him and Robin’s shared apartment.

“Eddie, the drug dealer from high school?” Robin eventually asks, confused, and Steve groans again.

“Yeah. He uh, also is in a band?” He supplies, and Robin’s quiet for a moment as she processes. Then, he hears the tapping of a keyboard. “What are you doing?”

“Looking Eddie up, obviously.” Steve can practically see her eye roll, even though they’re not FaceTiming. “You’re nothing if not consistent, I guess. Doe-eyed curly brunet.”

Steve scoffs. “You say as though you’re not the one currently waking up beside Nance every morning.”

He’s met again by a short silence, before Robin lets out a little puff of air, in a small laugh. “Thank you again for being so cool about that, by the way.” She says, before he hears clicking on her end. “Apparently, Eddie is out as bi. Corroded Coffin does a charity show for the Trevor Project every year, and he’s been to a lot of Pride events.”

Steve’s stomach twists with each new bit of information she provides, because a part of him wants to be that out, wants to be like Robin or apparently Eddie, freely sharing that part of themselves with the world and having no one give a shit. But that’s not how it works on so many levels for Steve. Beside the shit he’d have to deal with on the ice from certain other players, he had no idea how it would impact the team overall. There’s no way to gauge how fans would react, when there’s never been an openly gay player in the NHL. And that didn't even begin to touch on how his parents would react.

“Hey,” Robin breaks him out of his spiral and he realizes he’s been chewing a hole into his cheek. “I can hear how loud you’re thinking right now. Do you need me to come home?” She asks, gently, and he sighs.

“Please.” He mumbles after a long pause, and is grateful when he hears the jingle of car keys from the other end of the phone.

~~~

Robin scrolls through article after article once she gets to their place, pulling Steve onto the sofa with her and laying his head in her lap. Her fingers twist through his hair, doing her best to keep him calm as she reads up on the situation playing out to try and help gauge how big of a hole he’s dug himself this time.

“I don’t think there’s really anyone who thinks you were flirting with him. Not seriously, at least.” She tries to assure him, but he’d already seen the twitter posts to contradict that before she came over. He sighs and rolls onto his back, so he’s looking up at her, and shrugs.

“I kind of don’t think there’s any avoiding it, at this point.” He mumbles. “I’m not… I’m not ready to come out, not like this. Not on this scale. I think the only thing I can do is carry on and hope it doesn’t get turned into any bigger of a deal.”

Robin hums down at him, and continues to brush his hair back out of his eyes. “Okay. So you don’t come out yet. But don’t overcompensate for it, okay?” He scrunches his face up at her, and she types something into her phone before turning it back into his face. He immediately pales, met with a photo of him out with Heidi last year. With a black eye on full display, he looks miserable behind a fake smile.

“Low blow,” he grumbles, pushing himself away from Robin to sit up beside her, and she raises her eyebrow at him, still holding the photo pointed in his direction.

“‘Maybe they won’t notice or ask why my literal teammate punched me in the face at practice if I take a fucking supermodel out to dinner.’” Robin’s imitation is a little too good, a sure sign of too much time spent together.

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it!” He asks, taking the phone off of her and closing out of the image before locking it. He drops it back into her lap with a sigh. “I just don’t know how many times I can keep getting away with hiding it.”

“Well, it helps that Billy got traded out to LA. He would be insufferable about this, and would absolutely make everything 10 times worse.” Robin muses.

Steve sighs and hesitates for a moment before dropping his head back into her lap, curling into her. “I just want it to be on my terms, when I’m ready.”

“We’ll figure it out, and it’ll all be okay, no matter what. Okay?” She assures quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.

His phone dings with a new notification; Max texted him a screenshot from TikTok.

corrodedcoff!n: you’ve got yourself a deal 🤝🏻

[querical-equinox]

Bouquets for the boys <3

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

demanding a series in the same vein (heh, vein) as Dexter/Hannibal wherein a prolific serial killer plays cat & mouse with the police--except the serial killer in question is a preteen schoolgirl. this would make for compelling television due to the fact that middle school frequently causes girls to become deranged, and more media should reflect this

[time-woods]

more of this nonsense bc im sooo normal

[missroller15]

you see we’ve discussed what events in SH we’d all want to go to but I got another one for you guys..

What are you wearing to Friday Night Dinner and who’s your plus one? (bc we gotta bring a buddy to help survive the night with the Gilmores 😂)

[laney-rockin]

It's canon that Spock likes to fuck with people and pretend he doesn't know human sayings just so he can make people explain it to him.

And then Kirk just knows when Spock is serious or is just being difficult and obtuse on purpose. They're married your honour.

[ciearcab]

something i got carried away with last weekend, i love this wonderful little game so much

[voltaical-art]

im in agony. a little self indulgent but I think wyll deserves to be told he's loved and have a small breakdown about it

[parkersloths]

Tried something different. This is so messy and rough but I think I needed that ;u;

Also green is not my fave color so it was challenging but also fun to experiment with different hues of green here

[ikiprian]

Clark is taking Kon and Jon out for a classic, super-style bonding flight. Just a quick jaunt around the US and back!

They don’t get far. Somewhere in Illinois airpace, they run across another family.

The three (a hulking man, a snarky teenage boy, and a cackling youngest girl, each a grayscale blur in the blue, blue sky) throw neon-lit beams of energy at one another, quips and insults flying almost as fast as they do. It looks like training. It looks like fun!

The boy of them looks like a younger version of the man. Exactly like, even. Clark is familiar with clones.

The youngest, a girl, looks like both of them, but not quite. Perhaps she will, age sharpening her childish features, but it’s hard to say. More likely, she’s the man’s daughter.

Interested, Clark introduces himself to Dan. He seems to be a hero in his own right, even if Superman’s yet to see him in action. And it’s not often Clark sees a family so like his own!

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

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