#we had dinner at red robin and that shit SLAPPED it was so good

[pappydaddy]

Oblivious (r.b.)

A/N: Another request down! This one is another Robin request. It's a bit longer than the last one I posted, but it's a bit dry unfortunately. I tried to make it like my other longer fics, but I just felt like this is was meant to be this length. I threw in a funny scene in the end. Anywho, I hope you like it lovely anon💛, I really tried to do your request justice (I loved it btw).

P.S: Not proofread yet. I'm gonna go over all my fics in these upcoming fics to proofread and I will do this fic then

TV Show/Movie: Stranger Things

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Byers!Reader

Stranger Things/Robin Taglist: N/A

Requested

Warnings: Fluff, a parent being obvious, getting caught getting hot and heavy the backseat. Pretty short in length.

Note: Not proofread yet. I'm gonna go over all my fics in these upcoming fics to proofread and I will do this fic then

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The cool night breeze rolled in through Y/N Byers’ open window as she and Robin laid in her bed. Late Summer nights spent in bed with her girlfriend were Y/N’s favourite. Having their legs tangled together, their arms holding each other close as they lightly traced random shapes on each other. It was true bliss in her eyes. “You think your mom is back with the movie yet?” Robin broke the comfortable silence with a whisper. Y/N shrugged, pulling her hand away from where it was playing with Robin’s short hair.

“We would have heard her car so probably not,” She answered, shifting as she propped her elbow up. Robin automatically rolled onto her back, gazing up at Y/N with big blue eyes that sparkled in the silver moonlight, the sounds of frogs and crickets filling the silent room again as they enjoyed the company of each other. “Steve is probably taking forever to lock up the store and she’s probably waiting for him to leave so we don’t start without him.” She hypothesized, looking down at Robin again.

Robin hummed, nodding as she pictured Steve fumbling around with his keys, trying each one to figure out which one locked the store door. “He can never remember which key goes to what. We should get him a label maker so he can label them.” She suggested making Y/N snort out a laugh, flopping on her back, untangling themselves from each other completely.

“Are we really going to be that couple that gives friends stationary for presents,” She asked, lulled her head to the side to gaze at Robin who shrugged, pulling a face that asked her why they couldn’t be. “Because those couples are the boring couple that never get invited to any parties people actually want to have fun at.” She answered Robin’s silent question.”

“Fair point.” Robin agreed just as Y/N’s bedroom door opened. The two girls pulled themselves up, looking at the door as Joyce popped her head in.

“Sorry to interrupt girls night, but Steve is here with the movies and I got the snacks, come on out to the living room.” She told them, leaving the door open as she disappeared down the hall, getting Jonathan from his room. Silently, the girls rolled off Y/N’s bed and shuffled out into the living room, being greeted by Steve and Will placing bowls of chips and popcorn on the coffee table that already had a display of soda and water sitting on it.

“Hey, Dingus,” Robin greets Steve as she brushed past him to sit on the couch. “Will.” She nodded at the younger boy, slapping hands with him in a greeting as he sat beside her.

“Hi, Robin.” Steve breathed out, taking a seat in the armchair, cracking open a can of soda, taking a drink. Y/N stepped over his sprawled-out legs, plunking herself down on the other side of Robin, her feet kicking up to rest on her lap comfortably.

“Where are the other kids?” Y/N wondered, looking over her shoulder at Steve as he sat his open soda down, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

“Dustin is sick, Max is busy being grounded, Lucas is sulking being Max is grounded, and Mike is at a family dinner with his grandparents,” Steve listed off the location of each kid easily. Making Robin laugh. “What?” Steve asked with furrowed brows as he grabbed a chip, crunching on it instantly before wiping his hands on his jeans, bouncing his knee.

“Oh nothing, it’s just that you’re such a mom.” Robin made fun of him, her hands resting on Y/N’s ankles as Joyce walked back in with Jonathan in tow looking like he just woke up from a nap, the pair sitting on the other couch.

“So, Steve,” Joyce started, reaching for two sodas, handing one to Jonathan. Robin reached over, collecting three and placed them in her lap. “What movie is first?” She asked as Y/N and Will each plucked a can from Robin’s lap, opening them at the same time, both cans hissing loudly.

“Have no idea, let Will pick-”

“Rawhead Rex!” Will interrupted excitedly, shocking Joyce since she obviously hadn’t picked that one up.

“Wiliam Byers, did you pick that up without me knowing?”

“No, please, I don’t like scary movies!” Joyce and Y/N said at the same time.

“Which is exactly why I didn’t pick any scary movies, mister.” Joyce told Will in a semi-scolding manner.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll protect you from the scary movie.” Robin looked over at her, her tone somewhat teasingly. Joyce cooed at this, tilting her head slightly.

“Aw, you two are so cute together,” She sighed longingly. “Wish I had had someone like that in high school.”

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“I’m heading out for a date mom,” Y/N announced as she walked down the hall from her room, slinging her purse over her shoulder. Joyce opened her bedroom door, popping her head out just as Y/N was about to walk past, scarring her daughter. “Jesus mom,” She exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest as her heart tried to calm down. “You scared me! I thought you were in the kitchen!”

“Sorry dear,” She apologized, opening her door all the way and stepping out of her room all dressed up. Y/N furrowed her brows at her mom’s appearance. She was awfully dressy for a night home alone. Parting her lips as she followed her mother into the living room, she went to say something but Joyce interrupted. “You said you were going on a date, but I don’t see a car.” She pointed out as she looked out the window.

“I’m actually driving tonight.” Y/N explained before opening her mouth the ask her mother about her plans for the night.

“How progressive,” Joyce smiled, turning to face her daughter again, clasping her hands together. “I love a good feminist moment, you have fun on your date and tell me all about it when you get home.”

“So I can have the car,” Y/N asked tentatively. She had assumed that her mother would take the night to relax as this would be the first night in years she has to be home alone. Joyce nodded, looking at her daughter oddly as she tossed the car keys towards her from the bowl by the door. “You don’t have plans? You seem like you do.” Y/N pressed, not wanting to ruin her mother’s plans.

“Oh, I do have plans, I have a date.” Joyce confirmed as if it was nothing. Y/N sputtered, taken aback by this information and how nonchalantly her mother just disclosed it. She watched her mother walk into the kitchen as if it was any other day.

“If you have a date then you need the car, I’ll figure out how to work around not having a car right now-” Y/N rushed into the kitchen behind her, holding the keys out to Joyce who shook her head, pushing her hand away and cutting her off.

“No, I don’t need the car, he’s picking me up here, you go on your date with the car and have fun!” Joyce told her, grabbing Y/N’s shoulders and forcing her to turn around.

“But, this is your first date since Bob died. Do you want me to stay home in case you need to bail? What if something goes wrong and you can’t reach me or Hopper? What if this guy is secretly a mad scientist connected to the Upside Down? What if he’s just a horrible person-” Y/N rambled, fighting against her mother’s hold as she pushed her towards the door.

“Trust me, Y/N,” Joyce started, opening the front door as Y/N continued to ramble off scenarios that could possibly go wrong. “None of that is going to be an issue. I know this guy, you know this guy. He is perfectly safe and I will be fine. Besides, this isn’t even our first date.”

“Mom-” She tried to say something but was cut off by her own mother all but pushing her out of the house. She let out a shriek, stumbling along the porch.

“Go on your date, Y/N and don’t come back until your date is finished.” Joyce warned, closing and locking the front door. Her face was glaring at Y/N through one of the small windows at the top of their door, almost daring her not to go on the date. Huffing, Y/N turned on her heel and headed off to the car.

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Joyce’s mysterious date had been pushed into the back of Y/N’s mind the second she saw Robin open her front door. Now, it wasn’t even a thought in her head, all her mind could focus on was the way she felt as Robin’s lips traced down her neck, pecking and sucking as they went. Airy moans left her mouth as she squirmed under her girlfriend, her nearly bare back rubbing against the cold backseat of the car. “Oh god-” She whimpered as Robin’s lips travelled lower, dancing dangerously along the cup of her bra, her fingertips just barely slipping under the underwire. “Oh god!” She gasped when her eyes fluttered open after seeing the flash of red and blue hues on her eyelids.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” Robin pulled her lips from Y/N breast, looking up at her flirtatiously thinking her exclamation was from pleasure, not fear. Her face fell when she noted the wideness of Y/N’s eyes and flashing lights reflecting off her glistening face.

“That’s fucking Hopper,” Y/N hissed as they both scrambled to sit up, Y/N’s arms crossed over her bra-clad chest. They both tried to squint through the fogged-up back windshield, seeing two figures getting out of the car, the beam of a flashlight clicking on. “Shit, where is my shirt?” She panicked, looking around until Robin threw it at her.

“Duck,” Robin pushed Y/N and herself down as the beam of the flashlight swept over the back window. Grunting, Y/N tried to wiggle around and pull the shirt over her head as Robin watched the beam of light. “He’s looking in the woods, let’s crawl out the front seats!” Robin ushered her, letting her crawl over the console first.

“Something tells me we’re not gonna make it to the front seat,” Y/N trailed off as her eyes squinted at the brightness of the flashlight pointed right at her through the driver’s side window. “Hi, Hop,” She smiled, waving awkwardly. In response, Hopper simply pulled the backseat door open, revealing Joyce standing there, looking confused. “Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you were out on a date?” Y/N froze, her knee digging uncomfortably into the middle console.

“I am on my date, we were heading to the restaurant after the movie when we saw the car looking abandoned.” Joyce explained.

“Your date was with Hopper? You’re dating Hopper?” Y/N asked, shocked as she crawled out of the backseat, Robin following closely.

“You didn’t know that?” Robin asked her as if it was obvious.

“No!”

“Your date was with Robin?” Joyce ignored the two girls, her brows furrowed.

“You didn’t know they were dating?” Hopper looked at Joyce as he pointed his finger at the pair.

“No idea.” Joyce shook her head.

“You two are really oblivious. Everyone knew both of these things,” Hopper informed them with a laugh, earning two glares from Y/N and Joyce. “Well, anyway, we’ve got a reservation-”

“Wait,” Joyce interrupted him. “I thought you guys were just friends-” Joyce pointed to Y/N and Robin who both shrugged sheepishly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked her daughter, slightly embarrassed for not realizing and a bit let down that she didn’t tell her.

“I thought you knew.”

“Well, now that I do know, I want to get to know Robin as your girlfriend so would you guys like to accompany us to our dinner reservations?” Joyce asked, her eyes wide as she hoped her daughter would say yes. She always knew that she liked girls, but she had no idea they were dating.

“Only if I get to drill Hopper with questions to make sure he’s good enough for you.” Y/N playfully glared at Hopper, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Deal.” Joyce nodded firmly.

[h2bakugou]

🍀 hello! I have a suggestion

How would the class 1 a boys react to you both getting recognized in public as "the secret class 1 a couple?!" And seeing it on the news or social media, Before yous are dating. Hope this makes sense 💖

a/n: hi!! this is super cute! i decided to do a bunch of the boys from 1-a, i didn’t get to do all of them, but this is certainly a cute idea!!

headcanon: them reacting to news of being a couple before they’re actually a couple

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

;cut for length;

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katsuki bakugou

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It happens during a training battle with class 1-B. 

It’s just a little get together, the two classes joining for some competitive training.

You’re working with Bakugou since he tolerates you the most, which he would gladly chose you over Beavis and Butt-Head Kirishima and Kaminari.

He also has a crush on you but that’s a secret teehee.

You got one on him too so don’t act all innocent.

But of course, Monoma happens to be one of the members of the group you face off with.

He’s just messing with you, teasing you. Calling you pet names like Angel or Honey.

He’s doing it ‘cause it clearly pisses Bakugou off.

“I’m sorry, where are my manners, flirting with your significant other.” Monoma apologizes as he slaps Bakugou’s shoulder, activating his quirk.

“We’re not dating!?” You yell as you charge at the blonde that isn’t your crush.

“So you mean the entire class has been lying to me?” Monoma pouts.

After training, Bakugou asks you out, stating he’d been thinking of doing it sooner but he had been caught up with staying top of the class-

He was most certainly jealous.

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izuku midoriya

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HIS MOM. PLEASE. IT’S HIS MOM AND ALL MIGHT THAT ARE LIKE YOOO CONGRATS ON yOU TWO GETTING TOGETHER.

Like legit, Deku’s in some parent-teacher conference and All Might is like ‘many things are blossoming, such as young love.’

And his mom is just like ‘finally you and y/n got together, about damn time.’

And Deku’s just like ????? IM SORRY????////

Literally races over to you and is like

“They think we’re together-”

And you’re just like

“Well damn we should be” *lip bite*

Deku blushes but asks you out on the spot so he doesn’t have to explain to his mom that it wasn’t like that.

Lowkey he had the biggest crush on you and was just really nervous that you were too occupied with studies to even notice him.

His mom is so proud of him, probably throws him a party or something for your first official date- please i love her 

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shoto todoroki

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Tell me why I think this fool finds out about the whole ‘secret couple’ thing from Dabi-

It’s just so bad that it’s absolutely perfect.

Tell me that this crispy ass patchwork villain would not take every opportunity to tease Shoto.

“So you came here to fight me with your true love? Perhaps romance isn’t dead.”

Literally about to light his ass on fire and Shoto’s just frozen-yeah go on laugh I know you want too-and just stares at this dude like??? 

come again? pardon?

Deadass looks over at you and just raises an eyebrow.

“I think he thinks we’re a couple.” You fill in the blanks and Todoroki eventually nods.

“Well yes, they are indeed my true love, but I think this might be a bit extreme for a first date. Perhaps when we’re done beating your ass, I can take them out for dinner.”

chivalry isn’t dead *heart eye emojis*

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denki kaminari

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Honestly with the flirty comments you litter under each other’s social media posts, google probably be recommended y’all relationship stuff, those little heart lamp message things, matching necklaces, technology was dropping all the hints.

No but Kirishima probably just assumes you’re together when Kaminari brings you along to one of the mall trips they usually go on.

“Dude you finally asked them out, sick, took you long enough.” 

Cue red Kaminari. Man is a tomato. Like he just turns to you shaking throwing a thumbs up.

“Awe, you like me?” You give him a hug and kiss his cheek, shoving your hand in his.

“Yeah, totally, I mean who wouldn’t.” Kaminari is back to being smug, he’s got a pretty person’s hand in his own he is now taken JSFSJFJ

He will literally be in debt to Kirishima for getting the two of you together. Like he’s deadset on somehow repaying Kirishima.

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eijiro kirishima

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Two words. Katsuki Bakugou.

Kirishima is super sweet, like I just see him doing a bunch of really nice stuff for you, helping you carry things to your dorm, or like maybe doing your hair if you asked.

Bakugou is extremely observant and will just watch how y’all act but like he’s finally so tired of watching you act like a couple. He knows you two have to be a thing so why hasn’t Kirishima mentioned it.

WHY IS BKAUOGU MAD THAT KIRISHIMA IS LIKE NOT SAYING HE”S TAKEN DUDE FKSFKSJI JUST KNOW HE WOULD BE SJFSKFSJK

“We get it you’re together! Just cut the sappy shit already!” Bakugou snaps randomly one day because you’re just sitting in his lap because all the couch seats are taken.

Your cheeks burn and Kirishima’s face turns the same crimson color as his hair.

“Dude we’re-”

“Friends.” You finish, but there’s a hint of sadness.

“You certainly don’t act like. Fucking ask each other out already goddamn.”

Do what he boss says.

Kirishima brings you pretty flowers and asks you out, literally taking you on a date when you say yes, god he’s so sweet love him kiss kiss.

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tenya iida

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Honestly, I think Aizawa’s gonna just have to lecture Iida on social cues. ‘Cause Iida may seem like he’s just being a good class rep, but walking you to and from class, carrying your bag, and tucking hair behind your ear are most certainly beyond what classifies as ‘class rep behavior.’

A bunch of students from class 1-a are gonna be really suspicious, whispering around, making plans to try and catch it happening.

Sure enough, Iida’s carrying your bag as you walk back toward the dorm building, your pinkies just barely touching, before you finally heave a sigh and interlock yours with his.

Kaminari can’t hold in his excitement, congratulating the navy-haired class rep on scoring such a hottie.

“I’m confused, you’re congratulating me-”

“Because you finally asked (y/n) out!” Iida just turns red and stares at you.

“No no, I think you may have misinterpreted!”

“Really? On god? Just like that?” You pout, lowering your head.

“No! I...” 

Iida quite literally has to prove he likes you by kissing you in front of the class. Guess it’s not really a secret anymore.

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hanta sero

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Much like Kirishima, Bakugou and/or Kaminari and/or Kirishima play a big role in ‘exposing’ the two of you.

Late nights in each other’s dorm playing video games?

Wearing each other’s sweaters?

Picnics and walks together?

Yeah try convincing off-brand pikachu, red robin, and the fitness gram pacer test you’re not together.

the fitness gram pacer test bit sounded much better in my head but i didn’t really have any other funny nickname for bakugou other than johnny test which made about as much sense as the fitness gram pacer test.

“Yo we’re going to the mall!” Kaminari is the first to spill the plans for the weekend.

“Oh shoot alright-”

“I meant us. Don’t you have a date with (Y/n)?” Kaminari points to the rest of the group, excluding you and Sero who sat side by side, under a knitted blanket.

“Uhm, Kaminari we’re-”

“Oh no, I know you like them.” Kaminari leans in really close to Sero’s face before squishing his cheeks and turning him to face you.

“I’m so sorry.” Sero whispers to you.

You roll your eyes and lean over, planting a kiss on his cheek, earning a few cheers from Mina and Kaminari who pretty much played matchmaker.

Sero takes you out on a date when they plan to go to the mall, but it was really all a ruse to spy on you on your date.

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[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Ice Cream Princess

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: There isn't a day that JJ doesn't come to visit you at work. On the day he doesn't, you decide to visit him at work instead.

Word Count: 1,876

Note: A Stranger Things and Outer banks crossover imagine that no one asked for. Please give me feedback on anything but the title, I'm judging it and laughing at myself because of it. I hope you love it!

An ice-cream parlor opens up across the street of The Wreck. The owner quickly judges all of the teenagers that come in looking for a part-time summer job. Luckily for you, your older cousin Robin sweet talks her way - agrees to watch his daughter- to get Hopper to hire you on the spot.

Your favorite co-worker is Steve. Both of you share stories and talk about anything and everything. You're weren't too surprised to find he hang outs with "lil punks".

He has a childish side that comes out when it's you two in the shop. If a touron gives you a weird feeling and tries to flirt with you, Steve takes over like a protective older brother. You started calling him mom when he bossed you around the first time.

Last night there was a party held by the Pogues at the Boneyard. When Robin's girlfriend texts you saying that she woke up with a hangover, you agree with her that it would be best if you cover her shrift.

When you get to the shop on your bike, you park it next to Steve car and cringe when the annoying front door bell rings as you enter. "I'm surprised to see your face this morning."

"Good or bad surprised, mom?" He rolls his eyes as you walk past him and pat his shoulder.

He yells, "the worst!" As you make your way to the small back room and put your backpack in your locker.

You grab the lanyard Pope gave to you and trace the lil doodles Kiara drew on your nametag.

Clocking in, you wave at Hopper through his open office window. He learns further in his chair, arms across his chest.

"You work too much."

"You don't pay me enough."

Humming to the radio that's connected to the speakers that hang from the ceiling, you look over Steve shoulder to see which Playlist he's playing.

You mutter, "I hate that thing" when the bell rings.

JJ is leading everyone, arms flaring around as he jumps on top of the counter. He bends one knee underneath his other leg to sit more comfortably sideways and grins at you.

"You're ass is going to break that and you'll have to pay for it."

"Are you telling me I have a fat ass?" He puts a hand over his heart and fakes cries. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Princess."

You shove him off, chuckling when he almost doesn't save his fall and trip over his own two feet.

"So dramatic like always and Y/N is still my name." You point down at your nametag. "Y/N. Not Princess."

"What do you guys want today?" Steve asks.

JJ glares at him but smirks when you pick up a scoop. He leans over the counter and says, "I'll like a lick of that."

You tell Pope thank you for slapping JJ in the back of the head, making his gray and red snapback fall off.

He runs his fingers through his hair and you barely catch it when throws it towards you.

"You would look better in it than that." He reaches over to tap on your uniform hat wear.

You blush at the hidden complaint and slap his hand away.

"Stop flirting." John B says as he hands over JJ his ice cream.

Kiara slightly pushes him towards the table, they always sit at.

Steve smirks as he leans against the counter. "Princess?"

In the corner of your eye, you see JJ giving himself whiplash. You know Steve is on a mission to find a nickname for you, especially something that you hate as much as he hates 'mom'.

But JJ doesn't. "It's a long story."

"I'll love to hear it someti-"

JJ claps his hands together as the chair slides across the floor as he stands up. "Once upon a time, little miss Y/N dressed up as a princess one Halloween. There was a picture of proof that her mother gladly showed me. Ever since, I've called her Princess and one day she'll call me her Prince. The end."

Sarah 'awwws' and says, "That's actually really adorable."

"Thank you, I know." JJ says proudly and you both smile at each other.

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During your next shift, it's only John B and JJ.

"Well hello there boys."

JJ takes off his sunglasses off slowly and puts his arm on the counter. "Princess."

You try not to pay attention to how good his arms look with his gray tank top.

You're the one who breaks eye contact. You don't miss the little fist pump he does but you miss how his shoulders drop when you look at him after seeing how panic John B looks.

Oh, right.

"We need to get the biggest bowl of Sarah's favorite ice cream. Her monthly came to visit and John B, the sweetheart idiot he is, doesn't remember her flavor."

You make 'o' shape with your mouth. "Got it. It's the end of the world for him. Well lucky for you, I know it."

John B screams out, "I owe you one" as he grabs the cup container from you and runs out to the Van.

JJ puts money in the tip jar. "From future Sarah."

After you watch him put his sunglasses back on and the door bell rings when the door closes, Robin pinches your leg.

"Are you going to start helping me again with this or am I going to have to restock everything myself?"

Blushing, you say, "I'm not Steve."

She stops laughing after a few seconds to say, "I bet you that JJ knows his Princess favorite ice cream flavor."

"Shut up."

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Pope, Kiara, and JJ all give you a pointed look when they stop by the shop before seeing a movie. The movie you agreed to go to one minute but then the next you said "wait sorry, I have to work." and hanged up on JJ.

"I'm about to drag you and your cute stubborn ass out of here for once and all, Princess."

Kiara has a hand on her hip, when she says, "You need to take a break."

You close your eyes and throw your head back, annoyed that she's right. "You guys know how much I need this job and the money."

A look of understanding crosses JJ's face but he straightens himself and says in a stern voice, "You are also supposed to have fun with your friends once a while."

"I know that!" He doesn't flinch at you raising your voice.

Thinking he's used to it, your heart and face fall.

"I- I'm sorry. How about we all hangout tomorrow at the Chateau and relax? Or we can do anything you guys want to do. Let John B and Sarah know and-"

JJ strides behind the counter and pulls you in a hug. No one words are needed when you shove your face against his chest and catch your breathing.

Pope puts a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, JJ. We're going to be late."

"You know what? I'm actually in the mood for ice cream not theater popcorn. Go on without me."

Kiara tells you both goodbye and Pope mouths "whipped" and does the wrapped around a finger hand's motion as she pulls him away.

You look up at JJ. "You didn't have to do that."

"Do what?" His cocky grin becomes bigger when you roll your eyes before helping a costumer. He leaves the counter to sit at the table, hands on the bottom of his chin as he does silly faces from behind the stranger's shoulder.

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Steve looks up when he hears the bell ring and watches as JJ loses his step.

Before he can walk away, Steve says, "She will be back shortly. I sent her to the bank real quick for more change."

JJ lets the door close behind him. He takes a big breath in as he turns around. "You trust her that much, huh?"

"Don't you?"

JJ lets out a dark laugh. "It's different. You get payed to see her, I do it because I want to."

That's Steve's breaking point. "Okay, I don't understand why or how you started hating me the first time you met me but I think I can get a wild guess why. A attractive, couple of years older comes into her life. You're jealous over nothing, dude. I see her as annoying little sister. And yeah, I get payed to do this shitty job but when she's working too, she makes it fun."

"Are you done?" JJ is looking at anything but him.

"One more thing, don't waste anymore time."

Steve looks at the clock on the wall and figures you'll be back any minute.

"I have to get to work." JJ looks over his shoulder.

He opens his mouth but changes his mind, and closes it and walks out.

On the other side of the sidewalk, he doesn't stop when you call out his name.

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"Funny seeing you're here."

JJ slams his tray down on the table next to yours. "I work here."

He stops wiping it down and gets the sudden urge to squirt you with the cleaning product bottle when he hears you tapping your feet against the chair across on of your table.

When he looks around and notices there aren't a lot of people in the dinner room he sits down and huffs and puffs. "Why are you here?"

"What? You can come visit me at work but I can't?"

When you both notice another bus boy, you let JJ grab the nearest glass pitcher and pull you some water.

"Now you can't walk away and ignore me, like how you did a couple of hours ago."

"I'm sure Steve told you all about it." The biter in his voice makes you lean over the table to grab his hand.

He jumps but doesn't pull away.

"He told me that you came in the shop, you looked like a little lost puppy when you made eye contact with him instead of me. You guys actually had somewhat of a conversation, which, I'm surprised actually happened."

JJ smiles a little as you start spinning one of his rings. "Steve didn't tell me what it was about...at first."

JJ can't sit still.

He stands up and as he talks, he walks in pace. "He, he uh- shit. Fuck, okay. He got in my head. I couldn't talk to you cause I didn't want to say something that would ruin our friendship. I didn't even know how I would say it-to be honest, still don't but you're smart, I think you know where am I going with this-"

He stops talking, mid-sentence when you laugh. "JJ, just say it or I'll crush your ego by saying it first."

"I love you." He says it over and over again in the middle of the kisses after you say it back.

He stops when someone yells his name and tells him to get back to work.

You give him a quick peak and have to put your hands on top of his to move them off of your hips.

"I'll see you later, JJ. We can go watch a movie?"

"Sounds like a date, Princess."

[olivarryprompts]

Fanfic Friday #1

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x 

Read/Save it on A03 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31733458

{training dates}

Ship: olivarry 

Status: dating

Warnings: none :)

WC: 1,646

Barry’s POV

It sort of all started when I got my powers. And I ran to Oliver. 

“I’ve spent my whole life searching for the impossible, never imagining that I would become the impossible.”

“So why come to me? Something tells me you didn’t just run 600 miles to say hi to a friend.” “All my life I’ve wanted to do, more. Be more. And now I am. And the first chance I get to help someone, I screw up. What if Wells is right? What if I’m not a hero? What if I am just some guy who got stuck by lighting?” 

“I don’t think that bolt of lighting struck you Barry,” Oliver paused, “I think it chose you.”

“I’m just not sure I’m like you, Oliver. I don’t know if I can be some, vigilante,” I whispered, looking down. 

“You can be better. You can inspire people. In a way I never could. Watching over your city like a guardian angel, making a difference. Saving people,” he smirked, “In a flash.” He walked to the edge of the building, “Take your own advice, wear a mask.”  Oliver then got out his bow to zipline off the rooftop. 

“Oliver, wait,” I called, thinking. 

“Yeah, Barry?” he said, turning around. 

“I-i can’t fight. I can’t be strong. And tough.” 

“Yes, you can. Meet me at my club, Verdant, in a week. Same time.”

“Your club?”

“Yes, my club.” 

And then he did his robin hood and swung away. 

A lot happens in a week. Take down metas, learn to swirl my arms to make wind, realize I have a bit of a crush on Oliver Queen. Please ignore the last one. 

I arrived at his club the following week at midday. During that time, I recalled that his secret lair was in the sublevel of his club.

“Hello Barry,” he greeted. 

“Hi. So, um-”

“Come at me. I’m going to hit you with an arrow.” “Sure you are,” I smirked. 

“Go, go.” I sped off 100 or so meters, and then ran straight at him. He fired an arrow, and it slowly made its way towards me. With a cheeky smile, I grabbed it and stopped. 

“Nice try Ollie, to-OCHHCHHC. Fuck-what?”

“Awareness of your surroundings,” Oliver said, pulling the arrows out of my back. 

“Ow ow it hurts.” “That was lesson one. The battlefield is just that, it’s a field. It’s not one person in one place, it's a network of people all trying to kill,” he places a finger on my chest, “You.”

I was still in pain, and not too fond of him. 

“You know there are less painful ways to teach that lesson?” “You showed up, you knew what you were getting yourself into,” he stated blatantly. “Well-no. No. I didn’t really want an arrow in my back.” “Would you prefer to train on a deserted Island on the coast of the China Sea?” he said jokingly. 

“No. Fine.”

He led me down to his base. 

“Come ‘ere,” he said, pointing to where a punching bag was set up. 

“This place gets cooler every time,” I mumbled under my breath.

“Punch,” he instructed. I started speed punching the bag, and it almost immediately broke. 

“Well I’d say that was pretty good,” I said, smiling.

“Horrible. No control.” “What? I broke the bag.” “Don’t speed punch. Punch normally,” he said, replacing the bag. 

I started punching as hard as I could. 

“Untuck your thumb,” he commented, “You’re going to break it.”

I kept punching, taking his feedback and applying it. 

“Wrist straight,” he said, taking my wrist into his hand and holding it steady. 

Almost 45 minutes later, I was exhausted. 

“My arms, I, I can’t feel them.” “Good, now fight me.” “Excuse me?” “Sparring, let's go. No fucking speedy shit, alright?” “Ollie, I don’t think I physically can.” “Oh yes you can.” He took my arm and dragged me onto the mat. I threw some weak punches at him, not moving. He was not holding back. 

“Oliver, are you just going to continue to BEAT me up?” “When you start trying, I will stop punching.” I gritted my teeth and started throwing more meaningful punches. 

“Good, come on, keep your feet right.”

I threw another punch.

“Don’t lean back, move forward.” After another 15 minutes of sparring, he called it. 

“Done.”

“Is that all?” I joked. 

“I mean we can do more,” he teased back. 

“Nah I’m good. I feel like I should get a certificate, like, ‘congrats you completed your first Oliver Queen superhero training session.’”

“Idiot,” he smirked. 

“Thanks.” “Right, I should get back to my city. Same time next week?”

“Yes.”

I reached out to hug him. 

“I’m not really a hugger, Barry.” “Well, technically I could just speed and hug you, so you might as well just…”

He smiled, and we briefly hugged. 

“Thanks Ollie.”

“See ya.”

Most sessions were similar to that. Well, not similar but the same vibe. He had me slap water for two hours once. He made me lift sand another time. Anyway, the training was hard and weird, but it seemed to be working. However, they started to shift. We were mainly sparring after three months, him giving me tips. 

“Good sessions,” he said, chucking me a bottle of water. 

“Thanks,” I huffed, collapsing into a chair. 

He walked over to his salmon ladder, and he pulled his shirt off. Update, the crush got much worse which could, really, only be expected. 

He started to go upwards, and I did definitely stare. Him jumping down caught my attention.

“You wanna get some food?” he asked. 

“Yeah, sure, yeah. Where?”

Where ended up being big belly burger, and, as the flash, I ate a shedload.  

“That. Is. Disgusting,” Ollie said, smiling endearingly.  

“You do you.” 

“So, how’s everything in Central?” 

“Yeah, it’s metahuman and that.” 

“Right, descriptive.” We both chuckled.  

“How’s everyone here?”

“Oh we’re hanging on as usual.” “Mine wasn’t descriptive enough,” I said, sarcastically. 

“What, you want me to give a rundown of every person in my life?”

No, I want to know if you and Felicity still have this weird “in love” thing going on. “You know what, sure,” I smirked. “You are a child, Barry Allen.”

I just laughed. 

We stayed a while just chatting, long after we’d finished eating. We were both red from laughter. and he was smiling brighter than I’d ever seen him. 

It became a tradition of sorts. Train and go get food. He’d take me to all his favorite spots, we’d eat, and stay for hours just talking. 

One day we were sparring, and I’d somehow ended up under him. He slowly leaned in, and I gave him a little nodd. The kiss lasted far too little time for my liking. 

I was smirking at him, “Does someone have a little crush?”

“Shut up, I see how you look at me shirtless.” “Fair. You look very hot shirtless,” I said, “Your heart is beating fast.’ “So is yours.” He leaned in again, and this kiss lasted longer. “You wanna go for dinner?” “As in a date?” I inquired. 

“As in dinner, you know. Maybe. People eat dinner.” “We’ve been dating for months now, neither of us cared to admit it,” I joked, walking towards a chair. 

“No,” he said, thinking. 

I shoot him a “really” look. 

“Aright so yes, we have. Do you wanna get dinner?”

“Yes, Ollie, I want to get dinner.”

So from there we basically just dated. Woah revolutionary I know. Training sessions became covers for dates. Sleeping at his became a late night’s work. In the chaos of everything, we found peace in each other. 

Oliver’s POV

“Can you run this through facial recognition please, Felicity?” “Yeah,” she said, tapping on her keyboard. 

My phone began to ring, and I saw it was Barry. 

I shot Felicity a look and headed to the backroom in the lair. 

“Hey Be-” “Hello,” a voice said. I recognized it to be Cisco. 

“Cisco?” “Yeah? Oliver?” “Why do you have Barry’s phone?” “Barry told me to call this number if he was ever in trouble?” I panicked, “Is, is h-he alright?” “Well, yes, no, he’s sorta-” “I’m coming now.”

“Felicity, I’m going to Central City, work stuff.” “What work exactly?” “Stuff.” “Secret girlfriend stuff?” “W-what?” “Come on, we all see you smiling at your texts, spending way too much time in Central City with'' Barry,” and the way your face lights up when you get a call.” “I-no. I don’t have a secret girlfriend.” Boyfriend, I have a secret boyfriend who happens to not be doing so well. 

“Where is he? Where’s Barry?”

“Med bed, right there,” Caitlin said, “Be careful, he’s resting.” “What the hell happened to him?” I said, fuming. 

“He got stabbed. Fight.” I ran over to his bed, grabbing his hand. 

“Barry,” I said softly. 

His eyes fluttered open softly. 

“Ollie, ollie. Y-you came.”

“Of course, baby, why would I not be here?”

He just tried to move closer to me. 

“Hey, hey, you stay still.”

“Cuddles? Please cuddles.”

I carefully made my way under the covers, and Barry immediately cuddled into me. He quickly fell asleep to the calming motion of my fingers running through his hair. 

“When did that happen?” I heard Cisco whisper. 

“Couldn’t tell you,” Caitlin said, equally baffed. 

I just held on to Barry, hoping he’d get better. Hoping he’d be fine. 

A few hours later his eyes fluttered open. 

“Ollie?”

“I’m right here, Bear.”

“I think they know,” he said, smiling. “They might have a suspicion.” “All this started from a bit of training.” I kissed his forehead, “God, you idiot, you had me worried there.”

“You can’t get rid of me that quick.” “And I’m so glad.”

His lips met mine, and we kissed for a short moment. 

“I think I love you Barry Allen.” He smiled his million dollar smile, “Oliver Queen? Love?”

“Only you.”

“I love you, too Ollie.”

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[yikesharringrove]

hello !! may i request billy trying to "woo" steve but hes oblivious to it ? and it gets to a point where nacy is Tired of billy looking like That when steve plays offs his advances and she just decides to help him out with a relucent jonathan ? robin is there too but she isn't gonna say anything bc she loves a good show. thank you !!!

Ao3

-

Jonathan was sitting on the counter, Nancy leaning on his legs when Billy walked in.

He smiled sheepishly at them, heading towards where Steve was behind the counter, chatting as he rewound tapes. He ducked over into the horror section, re-emerging quickly, obviously knew what he was comin’ in for.

“Oh, Exorcist. I haven’t seen this one. Steve was all smiles as he stood up to help Billy.

“It’s pretty good. Lots a’ gore, and stuff.” Billy side eyed Jon and Nancy, leaning a little further over the counter. “We could watch it together, if you wanted.”

Billy had gotten a nice studio apartment in downtown Hawkins with the government cash out he had gotten from the whole Starcourt ordeal. Steve had helped him move in, hadn’t been back since.

“Sorry, man. Don’t really like horror movies.”

Nancy noted how dejected Billy looked when Steve looked down to punch in the amount on the register. Billy left with a small wave and Nancy reached over to whack Steve in the arm.

“What the hell was that for?” He was pouting at her, rubbing his arm.

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“What’d I do this time?”

“Billy just asked you out!” Steve’s eyes were wide.

“No?”

“Yes.”

“No, he just invited me over. He does that a lot. usually he rents movies I don’t think I would like, though.”

“He wants you to come over and get scared so he can protect you, or whatever.”

“N-no.”

“Yes. He wants to sit on the couch, and put his arm over you, and he wants you to hide your face in his chest when you’re scared literally all guys use that move.” She considered Jonathan for a moment. “Current company excluded.”

“I still don’t think he was asking me out.”

-

“Billy!” Nancy just so happened to be loitering near his apartment building as Billy was returning from his weekend job at the garage near family video.  Billy started when she called his name.

“Uh, hey Nancy.” He was fidgeting with the buttons on his coveralls.

“Look, Steve is sweet, but he’s the most oblivious person on the planet.” Billy tightened his jaw, a shadow of his rough self, his rough pre-Starcourt self.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to push past her, but she just followed him up the stairs.

“I know you were trying to ask him out yesterday.”

“Wasn’t tryna do shit.”

“I don’t care that you’re into him. I want to help you.” She rolled her eyes.

“Help me?” He raised one eyebrow as they crossed into his little apartment, appraising her. “Help me do what?” She turned to him, grinning wide.

“I’m going to help you get him.”

-

“He likes movies with a lot of adventure. A steady rise and fall of events. So, Indiana Jones, or Conan, or James Bond, all of those. And he loves westerns. He made me watch so many fucking westerns.”

“Sounds like he just likes hot guys.” Nancy rolled her eyes.

“He likes Barbarella, too. He doesn’t have much in the way of an attention span, so things need to be constantly happening. He took me to see Gremlins three times when it came to the Hawk.”

“Okay, so action adventure. Easy enough.”

“Well, he’s also got a big soft spot for sappy romances. And I’m talking the real sappy ones, not like Sixteen Candles, I mean Gone with the Wind, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Cleopatra. He’s a big mushball, and he loves love.” Billy kinda felt like he should be taking notes at this point. “He has all these Italian films from the forties, and he says that’s what he grew up watching, and they’re all very romantic. He loves watching those, because then he’ll translate the whole time, and I think that makes him feel romantic, it’s a whole thing.”

“Wait, he speaks Italian?”

“His mother was born in Italy somewhere. It’s his first language.”

“Shit, I didn’t know that.”

“He’s quite proud of it. He was raised by his grandmother, his nonna, and still knows all of her recipes.”

“That’s cute.” Billy thought for a second. “So, I should invite him over for a movie he’d like, and if I conveniently had all the ingredients for some complicated Italian dish, just like, around, he could be into that?”

Nancy stared at him.

“Wow. You’re just as mushy as he is.”

“Don’t hate.”

-

“You need to help me.”

“Nance, I just don’t feel like we should get-”

“Of course we should get in the middle of this! Our friends have a chance to be happy, together.” Jonathan huffed.

“Nancy, be honest with me. Are you just trying to do this because you genuinely want Billy and Steve to be happy, or because you still feel guilty about everything that happened with Steve?” Her mouth dropped open.

“I, I don’t-no.” She shook her head. “Of course not.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow at her. “No, Jon. I want them to be happy.”

“Okay, but I still don’t think we should interfere.”

“Of course we should. You saw them the other day, they cannot do this themselves. I’ve already talked to Billy.”

“You already-Nancy.” He gave her a look.

“What? I’m helping.” He rolled his eyes.

-

“Nancy’s making me talk to you.” Jonathan kept his voice monotone.

“Um, about what?” Steve was reshelving tapes, Jonathan following behind him with the box full.

“About Billy.”

“What about Billy?”

“She wants to help you two get together.” Steve laughed.

“I know she means well, but he does not like me like that.”

“She seems to think he does. Apparently, she’s already talked to Billy. They’ve got a whole plan.”

“A plan? What do you mean?”

“She told him all of your favorite movies and they’re idea is that you’ll go to his place and you’ll cook dinner together and watch a movie.”

Steve’s eyes were big when he looked up at Jonathan.

“Wait he, there’s actually a plan?” He was picking at the peeling sticker on a Cinderella tape. “What are we gonna cook?”

“I don’t know. Billy said he’s just gonna get a bunch of vague Italian shit, his words, and he’s hoping you’ll take over from there.” Steve smiled to himself.

“Um, you think you could get him a list? So he doesn’t just have to buy stuff.” Jonathan furrowed his brows.

“Wait so, you’re good with this?”

“I mean, it’s kinda, it’s kinda sweet.”

“So, her plan worked?”

“Well, I still gotta go on the date.” Steve returned to shelving tapes.

“But, you’re going?”

“Yeah. If he asks.”

“Get me a grocery list. And believe me, he’ll ask.”

-

Steve had picked one of his favorite recipes, giving Jonathan a list to casually slip to Billy.

He had been waiting all week for Billy to come back, rent some movie he loves, and ask him over.

But it had been days since he had spoken with Jonathan.

And he was losing hope.

“What’s up, Mopey?” Robin was fake pouting at him.

“Billy hasn’t been in in a while. Is all.” Steve shrugged, tried to act all casual.

Robin rolled her eyes.

“Missing your boyfriend?”

“Shut up.” His face was red as he mumbled. “Nancy and Jonathan kinda, they kinda made a plan, and I think he’s just, I think Billy’s not actually gonna go through with it.” She sighed.

“Look, I told Nancy I was not gonna get mixed up in this, but, he likes you, Dingus. He’s not backing out, he’s not blowing you off. Take a breath.”

“I’m just, I care about him, you know? He’s been through a lot. I don’t wanna fuck it up.” Steve was scuffing his foot against the ground, watching it intently. “I always fuck it up.”

“Hey, it’s just one date. And maybe there’ll be a next, and a next, but for now, take the date. Have a good night.”

-

Jonathan was back on the counter, watching Billy psych himself up outside.

He was hoping from foot to foot, obviously practicing everything he was gonna say.

Steve was being very good at not making eye contact with everyone.

The bell above the door made a loud sound as Billy shoved it open.

He stared at his feet as he hid himself in one of the aisles.

Steve gave Nancy a panicked look.

“Breathe,” She hissed at him. He took a few deep breaths in and out of his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched together.

A few minutes later, just as Steve had calmed himself down, Billy came back out of the aisle, a few different tapes in his hands.

He set the tapes down, giving Steve a nice smile, a real smile.

“Hey, Bill.” Steve wasn’t even looking at the tapes.

“Hi, Pretty Boy.” Steve flushed. “What’re you up to tonight?”

It was painful, watching the two of them dance around one another. Billy didn’t know Steve was in on the plan, didn’t know Steve was fucking vibrating and the speed of sound for Billy to ask him out.

“Um, nothing much. Just gonna go home.”

Nancy slapped Jonathan’s leg, pulling him into one of the aisles, spying on the two from around the shelf. Robin stayed sitting behind Steve, snapping her gum.

“You could come over, if you want. Watch one a’ these.” Steve finally looked down at the tapes, brightening up right away.

“I love Barbarella.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a human.” Steve laughed as he punched in the amount. There were beginning to fall into a rhythm, Steve picking up the next tape.

“Oh shit.” He was holding the Sound of Music tape like it was made of gold. “I used to really love this movie.”

“We can watch it, if you want. I’ve never seen it.” Steve looked at him like he had an extra head.

“You’ve never seen it? Billy, what the fuck? We’re so watching this tonight.” He picked up the last tape.

“That one I got for me.”

“I uh, I didn’t even know this movie existed.” He was staring wearily at the mutant on the front, tracing the font spelling out Forbidden World.

“Oh Pretty Boy, you’d hate it.” Steve laughed. He took Billy’s neat bills, practiced hands made quick change.

Their hands brushed as Steve passed over the coins.

“You want me to bring anything? Tonight?”

“Just yourself.”

“Nothing for dinner?”

“I mean, I got some stuff. If you wanna, like, make something.” Billy was fidgeting with the tapes.

“Yeah, I, uh, I really like cooking. We could, like, cook together.”

“I’d like that.” Steve gave Billy one of his sunshiniest smiles. Made Billy melt a little. “What time you get off?”

“Five.”

“Be over as soon as you can, then.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“It’s a date then, Stevie.” Steve was grinning like he had won the fucking lottery. Billy gave him a stupid little two finger salute, nearly ramming into the glass door on this way out.

Steve waited until Billy was safely out of view of the storefront windows before he lost his shit.

He was wiggling around like the happiest little worm, Nancy coming out of hiding to give him a hug.

Robin snapped her gum at him when he tried to get near her, so he hugged Nancy again.

“Hey, thank you guys. For, for everything.” Jonathan clapped him on the back.

“No problem, man. Just do us all a favor, and get laid.”

[starkatana]

The Meet Cute

Jason Todd x Female Reader

Summary: Jason meets you for the first time and is smitten by you. It’s your first day of school at Gotham Academy and when Jason sees you at school for the first time everything that can go wrong in front of your crush does.

Author’s note: So, here begins my various one-shots of Jason Todd/Red Hood x Reader//y/n AKA my current obsession. I may compile all of them into chronological order once everything is done. I just really wanted to write and post something. I just have too many WIP’s right now that I need to focus on.

Before Reading: You and Jason meet as seniors in high school.

They aren’t exact ages. This is just a world that I made using these characters because I can. Meaning Jason hasn’t died yet, in this AU (not that it matters for this story – he won’t die and become Red Hood until age 22/23)

Selina is your godmother. You are the child of Selina’s childhood friends. There is no family relationship between you and Jason even though you will be living in Wayne Manor and occasionally call Selina, Auntie.

Sorry if its a little out of character, this is just based on my knowledge that tumblr has given me.

“Are we allowed to be here?” Dick asked as he pulled up the car to the music venue.

“Yeah!” Jason said giddily with excitement. “The venue said, shows are open to those 18+ and I just turned 18!”

“I guess. I feel like we fought crime here before.” Dick looked around the area.

“Where haven’t we fought crime in Gotham.” Jason shrugged, “Let’s go!”

Jason and Dick wait in line for the rock show. The venue marks Jason’s hands with a big stamp that showed he was underage to drink and without Dick, he ran into the venue. Letting the sound of the music envelope him, he moved his way through the crowd when he got caught in a mosh pit and someone much bigger than him grabbed him in and threw him down.

“C‘mon dude!” You effortlessly help Jason up off the floor.

Jason, even though he was 18 and still in high school, he was not a small dude he was Robin at night, and during the day between homework and theatre, he was fighting with the Titans. He was not small. Compared to you, he was a giant, even though, when he stood up he was only a head taller than you. The way you swooped in from the mosh pit to help him up, took his breath away.

“You okay?” you yell over the sound of the music.

Your y/h/c was in a high ponytail and you had the perfect cat-eye eyeliner wing. You looked breathtaking. Sweaty and beautiful you were wearing a black t-shirt that was tied in the front, with ripped black skinny jeans, a red flannel, and black converse high tops. He never loved the color red so much than this moment.

“Hey!” you snap him back to reality as he nods still speechless looking into your y/e/c eyes with the lights and moving in the background.

“Good!” you give him a half-smile, followed by a wink, before going back into the mosh pit.

“There you are!” Dick grabbed Jason’s arm and pulled himself towards Jason “I thought I lost you back there.”

Jason doesn’t move and doesn’t pay attention to Dick as he’s watching your petite form in the crowd. How well you handle yourself as you throw down with the other people in the mosh pit.

“Dick, I think I’m in love.”

“What?” Dick yells over the music “I! Can’t! Hear!”

Jason grabs this brother’s shirt collar and points him over to you “Girl. High pony! Headbanging!” Jason couldn’t take his eyes off you as you headbang to the music. “I. Love. Her.”

Dick looks back and forth between her and him. 

“WHAT?!”

He wanted to hang out with you all night, there was one time during the show where you were crowd surfing and you got on stage with the band and jammed out with them. He ran into you often that night and you two shared some laughs and some dance sessions. It was a night he would remember.

Then his alarm went off. It was the next morning and Jason couldn’t get you out of his head. He got up and got ready for the first day of his senior year. In the kitchen he made himself a bowl of cereal but walking to put the milk back he almost trips on the cat, spilling the milk.

“Do be careful Master Todd.”

“It was the cat!”

Alfred gave him a nod and continued cooking breakfast when Jason sat at the island and when he put his hand down the spoon went flying out of the bowl. “Ah! I’ll clean it.”

“Seems like today just isn’t your day.”

“I’m not superstitious and black cats aren’t bad luck.” Jason shrugged.

“You might not be superstitious but it might just be some bad luck.” and Alfred slid him a salt shaker and pointed over his left shoulder, “don’t forget the family dinner tonight. Now, please excuse me, I have to go wake up Master Drake so you two aren’t late to your first day.”

“Yeah.” Jason sighs and takes the salt and throws some over his left shoulder. Not for him, but for Alfred.

At school, you’re walking through the halls with your coffee, class schedule, and other paperwork in your arms. You’re on your phone when Jason is walking towards you and does a double-take unsure if you were the girl from last night. He jogs over to you and doing so he slips on a banana peel like in the cartoons and crashes into you. Causing you to spill coffee all over yourself.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Jason says quickly getting up and offering a hand to help you up. You take his hand and when he saw your face, he couldn’t believe his eyes. You were the girl from the show last night.

“I’m good it was just iced.” You wipe off your uniform best you can, but your white blouse was now stained. You looked up at Jason who was quietly staring at you. A cat had run away with his tongue.

“Excuse me.” You use your jacket to cover up your chest, begining to walk away.

“No!”

You stop and furrow your brows at him.

“Fuck, I mean, I’m sorry about your uniform.”

You still have your chest covered. “It’s whatever.” 

“I’ll buy you a replacement coffee later.”

“It’s fine.” Then the warning bell for class rang. “I have to go.” You walk past him and throw away the cup and continue with your day. Jason watched you walk away and slapped himself in the forehead. How did he fuck something up as easy as that?!

Ironically enough, for the rest of the day, you keep running into each other. Literally. After the first incident and before lunch he waves to you. As he walks over to you he trips and falls into you. Knocking all your stuff out of your arms.

“Hi.” Jason sheepishly greets from on top of you.

“Hi.” You shove him off of you and start picking up your things.

“I’m so sorry, I’m usually not this clumsy.” He responds helping you pick things up.

“I’m sure.” You respond with a slightly annoyed tone.

“I’m going to make this all up to you.”

“It’s fine.” You go to reach for your pencil and he does the same and you two bang heads.

“Shit.”

“Fuck.”

You two swore, grabbing your foreheads. You quickly snatch your pencil and get as far away from him as possible.

“I’m sorry!”

At lunch, he sees you at a table outside, and a little bit over behind you he sees a coffee cart. A lightbulb goes off in his head and he buys you a coffee and one for himself. He’s minding his own business and at the same time keeping an eye on you to make sure you haven’t disappeared. Once he gets the coffee, he begins walking over to you. He’s rehearsing what he’s going to say to you once he gets to your table.

Hey, I’m Jason. Sorry about today. No. Hey, were you at the Favorite Places show last night?

But getting caught up in his thoughts he trips over his own feet and spills the iced coffees all over you from behind.

You jump at the sudden burst of cold liquid all over you. “Oh my god!” You get up and turn around you see the same boy from earlier.

“Are you fucking SORRY?!”

Your jaw drops even further than it had already. Jason’s face goes super red. You shake your head and start gathering up your things.

“That’s not,” he gets up from the ground, “What I wanted to say.” He squeaked.

You roll your eyes and continue to ignore him.  With your stuff barely packed away, you grab your jacket uniform, the only dry clothing item you now have on you, and walk away from him. 

“Fuck.” Jason grabbed his head. Today was going great.

On your way to the last period of the day, you two make eye contact across the courtyard. There was something about you that took Jason off guard. When you saw him, you turned around going back inside the building to avoid walking near him. He was devastated.

Later that evening in Wayne Manor:

“Hey Little Wing,“ Dick walked into Jason’s room “ooooo....” he leaned against the door frame. The room is dark and Jason is slumped over his bed, “is this a bad time?”

“Pretty sure the girl from last night was at school today and everything went WRONG.”

“Ouch.” Dick flicked on the light, “What happened?”

“What didn’t happen?!” Jason sat up in bed. “I spilled coffee on her twice, but not just two cups of coffee. Three. She was drenched in ice coffee by lunch.”

“Oh, that sounds like a bad day for her and you.”

“Young masters, please report to the main dining hall, dinner is ready,” Alfred announced over the intercoms.

“You can talk more along the way.”

Jason explained everything that happened at school today to Dick and when they got into the dining room Bruce and Selina were there along with Tim and Damien and the last person that Jason laid his eyes on was you.

Jason’s jaw dropped. 

Your eyes narrowed.

“Jason! Dick! Take a seat this is my goddaughter, y/n.” Selina introduced, “She’ll be staying with us and going to Gotham Academy with you and Tim.”

“Hi, I’m Dick.” he reached out his hand and shook hands with you, “Pleasure meeting you.”

You shakes his hand and gives him a smile in return and Dick takes a seat one away from you, leaving the only space at the table next to you for Jason.

You then turn your attention to Jason. “And you must be Jason.”

Hi.” Jason said sheepishly avoiding eye contact and quickly taking a seat at the table next to you.

“Wow, this is a first.” Selina said, “I have never seen Jason so quiet.”

Jason grows furiously red.

This was the worse karma.

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My boyfriend said I need to stop sitting on all my stories and that I need to share them with the world. I’m embarrassed and I don’t like people knowing what I’m into.So, better share with all the strangers on the internet! 

Hope you enjoyed it! I’ll be back soon!

[natromanxoff]

... But I have to admit… that maybe this night in New York City, with Brian May from Queen, might have had something to do with my decision to give up the “big party” for good.

We were both in town for CMJ: the huge music/publishing festival that takes place annually in New York.

I flew in with my band, Brian was there solo.

But we were both on Hollywood Records and so the president of the record company wanted to take us both out to a schmooz dinner, after we played CBGB’s that night.

Our job was to impress publishers, journalists, radio station owners in hopes that they would find us “down to earth” yet “intelligent and witty” and therefore, want to buy our music or play our music because not only were we talented but heck… we were just damn good people.

Now… I have always been good at schmoozing… it’s just something you have to do when you are playing in “The Show” but deep down inside…. it always made me extremely nervous and super sick to my stomach.

So, when it came time to leave for the big dinner party, my band thought it would be great if I drank a few margaritas and tequila shots with them… just to relax me before the special event.

Well, anyone that has been drinking in New York, knows that the bartenders of the Big Apple really like to make their cocktails strong and so… next thing I knew… I was in a limo, heading to a dinner party… empty stomach… well… now full of booze… and pretty much already bordering on inebriated.

My A&R person was trying to get me to pay attention as she did the run down on who would be there and why it was important to impress them but… I was in a bit of a stupor, looking out the passenger side window, enjoying the street lights, and basically spun out in my own little world.

“D.D.,” she snapped. “This is serious.”

So I gathered myself together and tried to sober myself long enough to at least LOOK interested in what she was saying.

We arrived at the restaurant: Upscale Mexican. Tequila and Margaritas strewn across the table.

This was going to be bad.

My thoughts of getting a coke or a cup of coffee to get myself back on track dissipated.

The record company president handed me a shot and pressed me to down it.

Brian May stood up, towering above me, gave me a giant hug, placed a margarita in my hand and that is basically all I remember.

I have a faint recollection of trying to pull a girl’s ear off her head, believing that she had something stuck in her hair.

And I guess I did actually get up and cross the restaurant to smell Robin Leech, from Lifestyle’s of the Rich and Famous fame because Brian May dared me to do it.

Other than that… my next memory is me on a street corner, outside of CBGB’s talking to a middle aged Italian man in a wife beater, who had a 1980’s Cadillac with a back seat full of hand guns and kept telling me not to worry about anything.

He would take care of me.

“Johnny” would take care of me.

At this time, I knew I was in trouble.

I picked up the pay telephone and called my brother Jack and started to cry.

He could hear “Johnny” rambling on in his heavy Bronx accent in the background, people outside the club screaming and fighting, and me… having my first breakdown on the road… and he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Where’s your A&R person?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” I sobbed.

“Go back to CBGB’s and get a cab back to your hotel now. Call me when you get there.”

I hung up the phone, told “Johnny” my brother said I had to go now, and so he saluted me with his heavily-clad-in-chunk-gold, pudgy Italian hand, and wished me well on my way.

I did grab a cab.

I did make it back to the hotel.

And when I woke up in the morning, naked in a bathtub full of rusty water in one of the old rooms at the Algonquin… my all time favorite New York hotel… home of the Algonquin Round Table… host to many of my favorite writers and editors: Dorothy Parker, George Kaufman, Harold Ross… I felt like I was going to vomit.

Not only because I was in the beginnings of the WORST hangover of my life but, because I had acted a fool and ended up a physical wreck in my literary place of worship.

I felt like Bukowski was the only writer that might actually applaud me at the moment, raise his glass to me in celebration of last night’s debauchery.

It was horrible.

And when I suddenly came completely to and remembered what I had done… I actually slapped my hand to my forehead and shook my head in disgust… hoping that I might somehow be able to forget the idiot I had been.

Had I actually tried to pull an ear off of a girl’s head?

Had I actually walked over and smelled Robin Leech?

I leaned out of the bathtub, grabbed the edge of the toilet, and vomited.

Ten minutes later the phone rang.

I dragged myself, naked, across the floor, and picked it up to hear Jack, my brother, and Joe, my husband, both screaming at me for scaring the shit out of them.

I guess I never called the house back to tell my brother I had made it safely to the hotel and they had no idea where I was staying until they were able to get hold of one of the record company reps in the morning.

I made my pathetic apologies and hung up.

The phone rang again.

This time it was my A&R rep.

I was ten minutes late for the record signing and press junket for my first album.

“Get your ass in a cab and get down to the Kimmel Center now!”

I had no idea where I was supposed to go but I rushed to get dressed, did everything I could to try and look like I wasn’t a drunken mess the night before, and made it to the Kimmel Center just in time to take some publicity photos with Brian.

Seeing him standing on the red carpet, his arms outstretched ready to pull me in close, a big smile on his face, soft-hearted giant, I felt like I had just been granted an “idiot” reprieve.

I rushed towards him and snuggled close, as he held me tight, and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I loved that you actually went over and smelled Robin Leech. It was just so great.” and that was the moment that they snapped our photo.

Light bulbs popped off around us, people screamed out our names, questions were fired from all angles, and though I was a bit dazed… overwhelmed from the attention, and sick as a dog from my hell of a night. I made it through.

“Welcome to my world,” Brian said as he squeezed my hand and then sat down next to me at the autograph table where we spent the remainder of the morning visiting with fans, signing our names on cds and posters, and joking about Robin Leech until we both caught the late afternoon flights home out of JFK… me back to Los Angeles and my small home in the suburbs of Long Beach… Brian back to England… to his mansion estate… but both of us forever connected through our mutual love of music, drinking, and Robin Leech.

Credits to D. D. Wood.

[catharrington]

angsty sappy prompt where steve & billy arent together but they have a thing then something happens between them and steve kisses someone else in a drunken fit then goes to billy and billy gets rlly sad and soft bc theyre afraid of how much they like each other

Bullshit is ringing between Steve’s ears as he floats, hovering just barely stable in Robin’s kitchen, and gulps down another drink. His toes are curled inside of his shoes. The alcohol in his cup is swallowed down before the ice can melt. And in the living room he hears Duran Duran playing loud enough to drown out the voice inside of his head yelling he isn’t good enough.

There’s a sweep over his shoulder and down his arm. Steve turns to see Zach, a tall, tall guy he remembered from the basketball team and has been hanging off his arm all night. Two years out of highscool and out of relationships but he still knows eyes that linger when he sees them. Still knows what it’s like to long and crave, and hunger.

‘Hungry like the wolf’ starts playing just as Zach slips the empty glass from Steve’s fingers. Replacing them with his own long ones. Steve turns to face him, then flicks his eyes up to Zach’s pretty black hair. His pretty black eyes. Long, long lashes.

“Maybe you’ve had enough,” Zach tries, “lets get back to the party and dance?”

“Why can’t we dance right here?” Steve pulls on his arm, gets it straight and taught, and makes Zach stand flush to his chest. Lifts their joint hands to his shoulder while the other starts playing with the edge of Zach’s shirt right on the hip.

There’s a laugh, a slap as Zach has to use his other arm to brace on the counter quickly so they don’t fall in their swaying. “Stevie,” their noses nudge together in closeness, “I wanna drive you back home- you’re drunk!”

“I live two apartments down, Zachy, why don’t you just walk me? Save some gas?”

That gets Zach groaning. Steve pulls his arm taught to lead him out of the kitchen and past a sputtering Robin. Sloshing her drink around and calling something important after him, but Steve doesn’t listen. He gets Zach out into the hallway. It’s a miracle he doesn’t fall as the soft carpet turns to slick hardwood.

“This is my place,” Steve spots the golden letters nailed to the door and leans against it. Letting his almost dead weight crash the door in. Zach doesn’t waste a moment and follows, crowding Steve up to the door with one elbow next to his head and their hands still holding.

“Inside?” Zach asks shortly, leering down at Steve from his inches he has on him. It makes Steve feel kept, feel wanted. Hell, maybe it makes him feel good enough.

Steve reaches one hand up to trace along Zachs jaw, fingertips stabbing the underside, and leans in for a quick kiss. Zach scoots his hand closer to cradle the back of Steve’s head holding him there. They move to either side, let their lips search and move as they take and take. Steve whimpers soft and low into the kiss, because his eyes are burning wet.

He draws back first, shocked as much as Zach is, blinking back tears. He sucks in a breath just to try and clear his head. It doesn’t quite work.

“Stevie,” Zach starts. He bends in to press another kiss, but Steve turns and he only pecks the corner of gin glossy lips.

Steve can’t say he doesn’t want, because god he wants. Can’t say he isn’t hungry, because yes he craves swollen sporty arms boxing him in against the wood. But Steve doesn’t know how to say he doesn’t feel a thing. His stomach is soured with its emptiness. Maybe he drank too much on too little dinner. But he hasn’t had lunch or breakfast, for that matter. So Steve can’t seem to form the right words.

“I’m tired,” he says.

“Let me take you to bed then?” Zach is leering. His dark brows high on his forehead.

“I- ah... no, no, not tonight. My- my roommate is home. I shouldn’t.” Steve searches for the words and lets them flow as they come.

Zach, for all the hours Steve has gotten to know him that night, surprises him as he backs off. Dragging his arm heavy down the door and untangles his fingers with Steve’s. “I’ve got your number,” he says as much as he asks, “and now I know where you live,” he smiles.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Sure,” he runs his hand across Zach’s jaw again, it’s not as warm he he wishes. Doesn’t burn. “Give me a call.”

Then his black hair is disappearing down the hallway and around the corner. Steve watches it go, before he tentatively turns the knob.

Inside, their small two bedroom smells like warm spice. There’s a whisper of a rolling boil, and louder than that a humming from the kitchen. Steve steps out of his shoes and drops his coat and keys where they may before he lets the smell hook his nose and drag him.

Billy is cooking something in a huge metal pot. Stirring it with a huge spoon, one hand leafing through a book, and humming. Steve might recognize it as Black Sabbath, some soft low heavy shit. But he doesn’t say.

“Smells so good, Bill,” he does say. Heaving himself up into one of their counter stools. “You haven’t cooked in so long- like, so long.”

Billy shrugs. Doesn’t turn around. “Haven’t been hungry.” Steve bites at the bottom of his lip. Brings his thumb up to toy with it when it’s nice and swollen. Watches Billy’s arm flex as he stirs the pot. He’s so hungry.

“Making it for the house, right? I’m so drunk and I’ve got the taste of this random guy in my mouth I just have to get out,” Steve rambles when he doesn’t mean to. Overshares and digs holes, it’s his stick. He screws his eyes shut and curses himself. Billy’s humming is gone. The voices inside Steve’s head are back reminding him he isn’t worth shit.

Steve closes his eyes and misses the way Billy’s arm flexes. How he rips at the corner of his cooking book’s paper just a tad.

“Of course, pretty boy. You know you’re welcome to help yourself. I mean- you would if I just left it in the fridge anyway.” Billy rolls his shoulders back and tries to laugh off their stiffness but it’s hard. It’s so hard.

“Guilty,” Steve sings. He pretends to laugh right along side Billy.

Then there’s a shallow wooden bowl clicking down on the counter in front of Steve. A spoon dipped into the thick yellow sauce. “Curry,” Billy explains with a tick of his full lips, a pretty turn up of his kissable red smile, “not the best for a midnight snack, but it’s good for comfort food.”

Steve’s fingers pass Billy’s as he takes the spoon. They are hot, just as warm as the steam rolling off the curry. He imagines he hears a shivering exhale, but it might just be his imagination. “I hope it’s good for hangovers!” Steve yelps out interrupting his own thoughts.

He’s earned a soft nod, another smile. And Billy is looking down at his own bowl poking at the hot food. “So who’s the lucky asshole who left a bad taste in your mouth?” He asks.

Steve blows on a spoofull of food like a child, takes the bite, then talks with his mouth open, “Zach- uh, some guy from high school. He’s alright. Thinking about loosing his number down the drain though.”

“His breath that rank?” Billy’s hands stop playing with his food. His eyes are cast down and focusing on the movement of Steve’s lips.

Steve takes another bite. Doesn’t know how to say I was imaging your ugly mustache, I was hoping for someone warmer like you. Doesn’t know how to call out Billy on watching his lips like he wants to kiss him. Steve really really doesn’t know how to ask if that means more. How to admit that he wants that to mean more.

So he chews. Tries to forget Billy only pulls out his mom’s cook book from California when he gets sad. Swallows, and watches Billy’s eyes follow his Adam’s apple move with it.

“I like to keep my options open,” he settles on. “I’m not really the relationship type. Don’t want to break any hearts.”

Billy laughs and looks down at the counter. His hair soft in the glow of only a single light behind him. The rest of the apartment almost black. Steve hasn’t noticed until now that Billy’s hair has gotten long since the last time he let Steve run his fingers though it. Grip it hard. Pull his head back as he kissed him.

Steve reaches his claws out, forgetting his food and his self for just a cloudy drunken moment, and touches the tip of one ringlet curl.

“Open,” Billy repeats in a soft tone.

“Bill,” Steve tugs. He’s hungry, wants attention, those blue eyes back on him. “Can we eat on your bed? Take this to go, I mean?”

The curl gets pulled from Steve’s hands with a sharp shake of his head. Billy pushs up off the counter, leaves his bowl to get cold. “You’re drunk, Steve. Go to sleep.”

Breathing in one shaky breath, letting out a long tendril of smoke; Steve steadies his hand from shivering so bad the spoon falls from it. Billy’s door closes on the far end of their two bed room apartment. He’s back in silence. Back to not being good enough.

[themangoyogurt]

Misguided Youth: One More For The Road

Chapter 4

Spilling out onto the pavement, you leaned over with two hands on either knee. Pulling in thick drags of cold air into your lungs, you willed yourself to calm down before someone found you crying in an alley for no apparent reason. Just as your resolve began to crumble, familiar hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you up. You found yourself pressed against Jyn’s chest as she tugged you into a tight hug.

“Oh my God, what happened, babe? I’m so sorry I missed the concert! My manager asked me to stay longer, but I came as soon as possible!”

Pulling back, she held your head between two gentle palms as she looked into your eyes searching for some sort of answer. You began to choke out, “The...the asshole from the bar was Kylo Ren of Knights of Ren! He...he...I’m just a big fucking joke to him! He totally brought me here just to make fun of the fact that I didn’t recognize him.” Jyn’s eyes turned to steel as she turned to stare at the door.

“That motherfucker. Wait here!” She screeched as the angry woman made a beeline for the employee entrance. You lurched forward to grab her wrist and cried out, “No! I just want to go home and forget that this ever happened! I’m so fucking over Kylo and his shitty attitude.”

Jyn’s eyes flitted between yourself and the door before a mischievous grin spread over her face. She tightly gripped you by the shoulder and replied, “Nope. Hell no. In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve been many things, but never a quitter. I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed you back down from anything or anyone.”

Tugging you down the alley towards the street she continued, “Not only are we going to that afterparty, but we’re going make Kylo Ren regret ever pissing you off.”

You were heading up in an elevator and nervously staring at your reflection in the mirror within the metal box. Noticing you tugging at the hem of your skirt, Jyn reached over to slap your hand away from the garment. “Get your shit together, girl. Remember - if looks could kill.” Nodding along to your best friend, you stood a little straighter as confidence surged inside your chest.

Jyn had immediately dragged you to the nearby apartment of a mutual friend and her sister. After explaining your situation to the Tico sisters, the trio immediately set to working on your outfit. Jyn was hellbent on turning you into a vision, and decided that the best way to irritate Kylo Ren was to dangle a snack in front of him that he’d never have the pleasure of tasting.

While smudging dark kohl eyeliner underneath your eyes she had scoffed, “The best way to piss off a man who doesn’t understand the word ‘no’, is to tell him that that precise word”. While your eyes were darkened in a black smokey eye, your lips were painted in a crimson red. Rose set to pulling your hair into a slick high pony-tail as Paige dug around the back of her closet.

The tall Asian woman emerged behind a pile of clothes and laughed, “Man, I haven’t seen these garments since my clubbing days in college! Good thing I’m a hoarder.” She continued to giggle as she tossed a short black shift dress onto her bed. A pair of fishnet stockings landed next to the dress.

Eyeing the tights you exclaimed, “Uhh, there better be pants with this outfit, because I swear to God, Paige.”

Rose doubled over in laughter while Paige rolled her eyes. She jabbed an accusatory finger in your direction and huffed, “Don’t even try and act like a saint. I’ve seen you strut around Meatpacking in nothing more than a -“

It was Jyn’s turn to howl as she watched your cheeks redden at the memory. Paige gave you a flat stare and held up the dress. “Look, the hemline is still respectable. We’re definitely going for an ‘oh I could care less’ vibe, but you still want to look sexy. Remember the endgame - make Kylo drool but don’t look desperate. Besides, since when did you care so much about saving your piety?” She mocking pressed her palms together in a faux prayer between sweeping off to find you a pair of heeled boots.

The women worked quickly so that within the hour you were standing in Kylo’s private elevator shooting up to his penthouse. You were dropped off in a foyer, and Jyn’s grip tightened around your hand as she pushed you forward towards an open door.

His home was enormous and surprisingly tasteful. It just made you hate the man even more. Floor to ceiling windows adorned the entire place, showing off a glittering view of the New York City skyline. The place was filled to the brim with tons of people, and you swore you saw some celebrities sprinkled amongst the mix. Jyn only confirmed your suspicions as she squealed, “Oh my God, I think that’s Paul Rudd talking to Poe Dameron!”

Poe Dameron was a the former member of a popular boy band, who skyrocketed to fame after going solo. Jyn leaned over to whisper, “I heard that he got into a public feud with Kylo! Apparently America’s favorite bad boy called Dameron the creator of ‘pansy music’.” You rolled your eyes - that definitely sounded like the Kylo you’ve had the displeasure of getting to know.

Lifting your chin up a little higher, you strutted into the room. It was too late to back out now, and you were set on seeing your mission through. You would show Kylo Ren that he had no power over you, and that he could laugh at your expense all he wanted as long as you were drinking up his expensive liquor. You instinctively found yourself by the wet bar with Jyn as she grabbed a bottle Johnnie Walker Blue Label.

“A little heavy handed there wouldn’t you say, Jyn?” You quirked an eyebrow at your friend as she all but emptied a quarter of the bottle into two waiting glasses. Rolling her eyes at your response, she leaned over the counter to grab a bottle of Patrón. Splashing the liquid into two shot glasses, she teased, “These small enough for ya?”

Nudging the woman with your hip, you swiped the glass and downed the clear liquid in a single go. Jyn cheered and tossed back her own glass. Slamming it down, she reached over to the whiskey and shoved the full glass into your hand. She shot you a mischievous look and laughed, “You still gotta finish your glass. Can’t waste anything in this current economy, right?”

Looking over the rim of your glass, you slowly scanned the room as you ignored your friend’s antics. When you had first moved to New York, the two of you became fast friends during freshman year of college. Most of that year was a haze of partying and what your mother would have deemed “wild behavior”.

Jyn had dubbed herself the “Robin Hood of Dating”. Stuffy rich prep boys were always drawn to her for some reason. If they acted like douches then Jyn would provide payback in the form of bleeding their bank accounts dry through a series of unforgivingly expensive treats and dinners. Her biggest talent was probably the fact that she’d clean out their wallets without even shedding a single layer of clothing.

Fortunately the two of you emerged from your youthful dalliances rather unscathed. Was your GPA something to write home about? Probably not. But at least you lived a little, right? While you settled on (surprisingly) getting into grad school, Jyn wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her life. One thing she knew for sure was that the woman was so over higher education.

You weren’t really sure what Jyn did now. She cycled through so many part-time jobs it was hard to keep up. You started to mull over her short-lived career as an actress (deceased prostitute number two on Law & Order SVU season six) when she snapped her fingers in front of your face.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

She took in your confused expression and shook her head. “Come on, girl. Now is not the time to relax. We need to find Lord Dickhead and then get the hell out of here, okay?”

You nodded and quickly downed your glass for courage. Jyn smirked and patted your back. “Atta girl,” she cheered. Looping an arm through the crook of your elbow, she pulled you away from the bar to circle the room.

Meanwhile, Kylo was nursing his own glass of whiskey as his eyes trailed behind you like a shark. You weren’t wearing that just a few hours ago. His grip was like steel as he thought about your earlier confrontation. Most women would have been all over him by now. At the very least excited to get free Knights of Ren tickets. Not only were you the opposite of thrilled, but he didn’t even catch who your guest was.

He was pretty sure he overheard Phasma tell Mitaka that you were bringing someone named Jim. What kind of name was that anyways? Kylo irritatedly thought that the guy sounded obnoxious. He probably had a full-time job and 401K. Kylo bitterly thought that Jim probably had a college degree.

Just as he thought his night couldn’t get worse, he caught sight of Poe Dameron making his way across the room towards you and a female who looked faintly familiar. God, he fucking hated the pretentious prick. The only reason Kylo barely tolerated his presence was the fact that he was grew up with Phasma and the pair were still good buddies.

Poe caught up to you just as Jyn stopped to grab another drink from the bar cart.

“Here, let me help,” he smoothly interjected as he reached over to grab an empty glass. Normally Jyn would roll her eyes at “chivalry”, but she caught sight of Kylo’s death glare towards the pop singer and smirked. She tilted her head and coyly giggled, “Thank you! I’m Jyn, and this beautiful single lady is my friend...”

The brown haired woman choked as you sharply elbowed her in the rib at the words “single” and “lady.” Poe caught the action and laughed at your playfulness. Slipping a full glass into your hand he replied, “Hello, ladies. I’m Poe.”

If you weren’t planning on murdering your best friend, you certainly were about to. The woman suddenly turned to you and exclaimed, “I need to run to the restroom. But I’m sure Poe wouldn’t mind hanging out with you for a little bit while I’m gone?”

Ever the gentleman, Poe enthusiastically agreed and Jyn took off before you could protest. The singer watched as you quickly downed half of your glass and dryly joked, “Whoa. I never said that I was great company, but I didn’t realize I was doing so poorly already.”

You shook your head and laughed. “No, no. It’s just...I didn’t really come here to party.”

“Then why did you come?”

“I’m...geez, it sounds really immature and petty if I say it out loud.”

Poe grinned and topped your glass off as he replied, “I once signed on to be a spokesperson for a leather jacket company just to spite a vegan ex.” You tilted your head down and let out a wheezy laugh.

“Alright, but promise you won’t judge me?”

Poe stuck out a pinky finger, and you wound your finger around his own. “Promise.”

“Okay. So, Kylo Ren kind of royally pissed me off tonight, so I came here to try and irritate the shit out of him for retaliation. I’m not exactly sure how I’ll execute my plan though, since Jyn was the mastermind and now she’s nowhere to be found.”

A glimmer shone in Poe’s eyes as he casually leaned forward to whisper, “Well, you’re just in luck. I can’t stand the guy either, so why don’t we help each other out?”

You were one shot of tequila and two and half glasses of whiskey into the night.

So yeah. That sounded like a good plan.

Nodding along with the man, you softly gasped as he wound an arm around your waist. Stepping forward, he brushed his lips against your ear and murmured, “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” You could barely push the syllables out of your mouth as you replied, “What...what are you doing?”

Poe remained in place as he quietly replied, “Finding out whether or not Kylo Ren is a patient man.”

Your spine stiffened at the unexpected physical contact, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man. He pulled back slightly and softly continued, “I’m honestly not planning on giving you more than a hug, but we can totally stop. Just say the word.”

Willing your shoulders to relax, you snaked a hand up to rest your palms flat against his chest. “No, I’m fine. I appreciate you letting me know. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

Poe nodded. “Okay, good. Because you kind of need to look somewhat interested for this to work.”

You tossed your head back in genuine laughter as the tension dissipated. Poe cracked a wide grin and the two of you continued to chat. While the conversation itself was the furthest thing from flirty, (sure, IRA contributions are tax-deductible, but if you want penalty free early withdrawals then...) your physicality told a different story.

Once in a while, Poe would reach up to play with the bottom of your ponytail as he wrapped a few strands around his fingers. You, on the other hand, continued to slide your palms up and down his chest while tilting your face up to laugh at his jokes. It was when Poe reached over to cup the back of your neck with his hand that Kylo lost it.

He hadn’t even realized that his feet had begun to move. Somehow, he crossed the entirety of his living room and ended up awkwardly standing in front of yourself and Poe.

The pop singer smirked, “Uh, hey man. Can we help you?”

You turned so your hip was flush against Poe’s as you leaned a head against his chest. Quietly staring up at the man, you tried to conjure a look that was equal parts innocent and “fuck you”.

Shit. Kylo hadn’t thought through his plan of action. He quickly supplied, “Yeah. Your friend is looking for you.”

You raised a single eyebrow and asked, “Who?”

Fuck. Kylo looked around and took a chance. “Uh, your friend from the concert. Jim.”

Jyn? Although, you could have sworn he said “Jim”. It was super fucking loud though, and you weren’t exactly sure what he said. You certainly weren’t about to embarrass yourself by playing five rounds of “what did you say?” and having the man repeat himself. Extracting yourself from Poe’s side, you turned to give him a faux sultry gaze. “Sorry, Poe. I gotta find my friend. Call me later about that date?”

Poe nodded and gave you a wink, satisfied that the two of you had successfully riled up your mutual enemy.

Kylo held himself back from straight up hissing, and reached over to aggressively tug your wrist into his wide palm. He jerked you away and practically dragged your body across the living room. Just as the two of you disappeared around the corner and out of eyesight, Poe was suddenly joined by another person.

Arms crossed with an evil smirk on her face, Phasma stepped up and offered the man a high-five.

“Thanks, Poe. I owe you one.”

[zombiesbecrazy]

look after their own

Summary: Five times Robin was pinned down.

AO3

1.

Jason hit the ground hard, feeling the skin of his knees skid in a way that he knew was going to leave a trail of blood behind. Stupid Robin shorts. Who thought those were a good idea? Bruce said that Dick designed his own costume but why the hell would he and Alfred let him go out like this? It was just dumb, increased mobility be damned. He couldn’t wait for winter so he could break out the insulated pants that he knew were in the cave.

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he was. Why on earth was he using a second hand costume? Sure, Dick had given him this one which made it special, but Bruce was a kagillionaire. He could afford a suit with pants if he could afford to make all those batarangs.

He tried to get up, eager to get back into the thick of the fight, only then aware that there is a larger body pinning him down. He twisted around, ready to sock the would be attacker right in the kisser when he recognized the masked face above him and teal markings of another ridiculous costume.

Speak of the devil, the OG booty shorts Robin himself.

“What the heck?” Jason didn’t punch him, but slapped Dick’s arms a few times, not trying to hurt him, just maybe annoy him to the point of letting go.

“Stay down, Little Wing,” said Dick, tone serious. Not like it was when he fought with Bruce screaming at top volume, more like Bruce himself when he was teaching a new skill, when Jason needed to pay attention. Low, patient, but unyielding. “Wait for it.”

“Don’t call me that,” Jason automatically replied. That was the third time Dick had called him that, dangerously close to it becoming a thing and he absolutely didn’t want it to catch on. “Wait for what?”

“Three… two… one…” Nightwing pointed his finger like he was ticking off a checkbox and as if on cue a barrage of bullets shot out over their heads, just where Jason had been standing before Nightwing had swung around, tackling him to the ground. Jason flinched at the sound, both of the gun firing and the bullets hitting the wall behind them.

Jason would have been like Swiss Cheese his Dick hadn't shown up.

“How did you know that was going to happen?”

“It’s Penguin. It’s what he does.” Dick shrugged and rolled off Jason, sitting on the ground beside him instead “Did you see that little twirly thing he did with his umbrella? He always does that before going trigger happy. Always dive when you see him do that because you have about eight seconds. It’s not a lot of time, but it's enough.” Jason nodded. Bruce hadn’t said anything about that when they had been learning about Copplepot in training, but if Dick was telling him about it and based on what had just happened, it would have to be true.

“Now what?”

“He’s gotta reload before he does it again.” Dick peeked over the fence they were behind, taking a look at what they were up against. “So I think that now is the perfect time for Robin and Nightwing to swoop in and save the day before he gets a chance to do that.”

Jason spat on his knee, attempting to wipe up some of the blood and grinned when he saw Dick scrunch up his nose at that. “What about Batman?” he asked. He had been patrolling solo, but had called in the Penguin sighting before shit had hit the fan, so B should be close by now.

Dick shrugged a shoulder, not overly bothered about where Batman was or wasn’t at that particular moment. “Well sure he can help, I guess, if he shows up, but between the two of us we don’t need no stinking Batman.” They could hear Penguin calling out, taunting them, calling them out to face him and it just made Dick smile. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wondered what a penguin would look like hanging upside down from a lamp post. What do you say? Waddle try?” he asked before jumping to his feet and running, apparently starting whatever plan he had up his dumb looking sleeves.

Jason groaned and scrambled after Dick to chase him down. That was a terrible joke and he just couldn’t let that fly.

2.

He opened the door and the strange ticking noise that he had been following got a lot louder, which he really knew wasn’t a good thing.  His gut had been telling him that he was doing something stupid and he should probably call Batman in, but his curiosity got the better of him and he had kept following the lead on his own.

Big mistake. Big, big, big mistake.

Tim’s eyes grew wide when he saw the glowing red numbers, counting down in what he logically knew was by the second but they seemed to be going impossibly faster than that. Relays, switches, a mess of wires; there just wasn’t enough time to defuse it no matter how good he was. The warehouse was going to blow in eighteen seconds.

Batman wouldn’t be able to handle it if he got himself exploded. He had to run and hope that he got far enough away from the blast so that it didn’t kill him. He couldn’t do that to Bruce. He needed Tim. Especially now.

He was tackled around the waist and pressed hard into the ground just as the building behind him exploded. There was a rush of warmth as the flames engulfed the area, but he was just far enough away that the fire didn’t reach him, if only by a few feet. There was debris landing around him, he was safe and secure, somehow covered by the a larger body who had pushed him just far enough out of the way to not toasted.

The figure above him groaned and pushed himself off, crawling to his knees and Tim could hear him panting loudly through his helmet. His red helmet with the voice modulator.

Red Hood. Robin. Jason Todd.

Jason Todd had recently beaten Tim to a bloody pulp in Titans Tower. Recently enough that Tim still had bruised ribs from the attack.

Jason pulled his helmet off, red domino mask on, gasping in deep breaths, hands shaking and he completely ignored Tim beside him, instead staring off at the burning rubble of the warehouse instead, watching the flames flicker and slowly destroy the remains.

“Hood?” Tim sat up, hand to his head, running his hand through his hair that was quickly filling with ash. “Why…” his voice was choked and his words stumbled over themselves. “Thanks for…” Tim coughed, lungs trying to catch up to what had just happened. He didn’t know what to say to his strange rescuer, the man that had just saved his life, and finally settled on. “Jason, why?”

Jason pulled his knees towards him, trying to curl his large frame up into a very small ball, and stared off into the fire. “No one,” Jason finally said, voice hoarse with smoke and fire and maybe something else. Tim could see the fire flickering in the reflection of Jason’s mask lenses. “No one should go out like that.”

They both stared at the building for a few minutes, side by side, but by themselves. “I thought you wanted me dead,” whispered Tim

“Yeah, well. No one gets to kill you but me.” There had been a moment, a moment there between them where they understood each other. It was fleeting, and now it was gone, but it had been there. Jason had saved him. His Robin had saved him.

“Run along back to your big bad Bat, little Robin,” Jason said, still watching the fire with intensity, showing no sign of leaving any time soon.

And Tim ran, knowing the whole way that he wouldn’t mention a word of it to Bruce.  

It was their little secret.

3.

“So I should probably sweep the leg, like in the Karate Kid?” asked Stephanie as she circled him on the mat, trying to figure out what his stance was giving away to her. They had been working by themselves for a while, Steph determined to become stronger in her fighting skills and Tim looking to still somehow help even though he was no longer help. He could say to his dad that he was helping a friend with her homework and not technically be lying.

Except in the way that he totally was. He had only lasted three days before he was back in the Cave after school just like he always had, even just for a little while before he had to leave so his dad didn’t find out. Today though, today Ives was lying for him if his dad asked. Today he could even stay for dinner and the pre-patrol debrief before he had to hurry back home.

He missed being Robin so much and it had only been a week.

“Sure. Just no Crane kicks. Those are illegal.”

Stephanie burst out laughing, losing any sort seriousness that she had barely been clinging to through the session. “We dress up like vigilantes, fight crime in the shadows and have villains who can control plants, but sure, let’s not use illegal martial arts moves, Tim.”

“Look, I know that Johnny was a jerk, but Daniel should have been disqualified.”

“You are very hung up on this.” She stopped in front of him, smiling at his outrage. He knew that he had ranted about this to her before but it was something that bothered him a lot about the movie.

“There are rules and he didn’t follow them. Especially in an organized sporting event like tha...”

Stephanie kissed him, and Tim’s body froze, but his brain started running at top speed, mildly panicking. Did this mean she wanted to get back together? Should he kiss her back? He liked kissing her, and she tasted like strawberry lip balm which was his favourite but he wasn’t sure what this meant. It would be polite to kiss her back but they might be better off friends. He was about to pull away but before he could figure out what he was going to do, he was flat on his back, Steph pinning him down, counting loudly and smacking the mat with each second.

“I win!” She raised her arms up in the air and threw her head back, cackling loudly and then rolled off Tim, and laid down on the mat beside him, breathing hard as she laughed.

He rolled his head to look at her, pretending scowl and look put out for falling for her move. “You fight dirty.”  They were sparring, not making out. There were rules . Why was he even a little surprised that she didn’t follow them?

He sort of liked that she didn’t.

“Hey, whatever works.” She chewed on her lip and had the sense to look a little nervous. “I’m sorry. That probably crossed a line.”

“Yeah, but it was nice.” Tim could feel his ears growing pink, embarrassed even though he didn’t really know why. It was far from the first time that they had kissed, even since they had broken up. “Sometimes I miss kissing you.”

“Yeah?” she asked softly, looking at his lips. “Only sometimes?”

“Maybe more than sometimes.” He could feel himself being drawn closer to her, like a magnet or gravitational pull. They probably should stop or walk away or go back to sparring. This was probably a bad idea.

Steph closed her eyes and leaned forward, whispering, “Me too.”

This definitely didn’t fall into helping a friend with her homework in any possible way and Tim was more than okay with that.

Sometimes bad ideas weren’t so bad. As long as they heard Bruce coming down the stairs in time.

4.

“Robin!” Stephanie pinned him down, legs straddled over his waist but he was struggling against him and was just so damn squirmy. “Damn it, listen to me, you little brat.”

Damian’s eyes were panicked and he was doing everything that he could think of to throw her off, and while he was a better fighter than she was, he was down to three good limbs to her four and it was enough for her to have the advantage in this position. It didn’t stop him from arguing with her though. “We have to get to him, we have to help him, we have to get to Batman.”

He had been arguing with her for a while, and she had begun to realise that he was bordering on having a panic attack. He knew that she was there, and who she was, but nothing that she was saying was registering and he wasn’t even realizing how badly that he had been hurt. She had to stop him from moving, from making a severely bad break into something closer to a permanent injury.

This wasn’t him fighting because he needed to; it was fighting because he was scared and not thinking straight.

Stephanie ran out of options and slapped him in the face. Not hard, but enough to get his attention and derail his rambling for a second, hopefully long enough that she could get through to him. Damian eyes were wide but he stopped thrashing and he locked his gaze on Steph. She tried what she had been trying to tell him before again. Maybe the fourth time would be the charm. “Batman is fine. Oracle called in backup for him and Red Robin is there.” Damian was breathing hard through his nose, chest heaving with effort, but he was listening. He nodded at her, which was better than the other times had gone so Steph kept her voice calm and continued. “You on the other hand, are completely not fine, unless you normally have a bone sticking out of your boot?” Damian’s breath hitched at that, but he shook his head. “Didn’t think so. Compound fibula fracture, kiddo. You aren’t running off anywhere.”

“But…” he turned his head in the direction of the battle below, where Batman had redirected the fight after Robin went down, trying to draw the goons away. Stephanie gently pulled his chin back towards her. It wouldn’t help for him to think that he was needed elsewhere when he wouldn’t even be able to stand.

“Nope.” She climbed off of him and helped him sit up, careful with the injured leg, but he still hissed as he moved and saw the bone poking out. Steph took her cape off and covered Damian in it like a blanket so that he wouldn’t be tempted to keep looking at the leg. “Chill out with your favourite Batgirl for a while until the fights over and someone can pick us up.”

“You should leave and go help the others.”

“Nah. They’ve got it.” Steph could hear the fight going on through the comms and it honestly sounded sort of boring. If anything Damian would be mad later that his injury wasn’t caused by something more exciting instead of just a poorly placed kick and tumble. “I’d rather hang out with you. Can I make you a splint? I’ve been practicing.”

“I don’t want your third rate splint.”

“Excuse you, my splints are now second rate, because I’ve been practicing.” Damian glared at her with his stone cold expression. “Fine. No splint. Wait for B and he’ll do it if you want a perfect splint, your highness. Want to watch cat videos instead?”

“You brought your phone on patrol? Why?”

“To watch cat videos, obviously.” Damian said nothing so she pulled up YouTube and shoved the phone into his hands “Here. I found this great compilation of them pushing glasses off tables earlier. You’ll love it.”

Fifteen minutes later, Batman appeared on the roof only to find them sitting side by side, watching a baby elephant playing with a ball in the water, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t comment on her bringing her phone on patrol, instead setting to work on splinting Damian’s leg and with what she thought might possibly be a grunt of approval.

5.

It was hard to breathe and it was the pressure on his chest was the thing that he thought had woken him up but he couldn’t be sure. Dick sluggishly blinked a few times and saw the familiar looking cave ceiling, fluorescent lights strung across. Medbay.

His foggy brain couldn’t remember how he had ended up there. Well, not specifically, anyway. He had been on patrol, he had been called in for back up for… something and that was about it. He must have been dragged back to the cave in the batmobile, but everything else was a blur of blackness and screaming and pain until there was nothing.

He tried to shift to get a little more comfortable but his entire body protested, partly due to bandages, whatever painkillers that Alfred must him pumped him with and the small dark haired body curled up beside him, head resting on Dick’s chest.

At least that explained the weight that had woken him up.

Dick slowly raised his hand and ran his hand through Damian’s hair, feeling his brother relax deeper into the touch, making Dick grin. If anyone outside the family ever knew that the small, angry Robin was such a big cuddler, he’d go on a rampage about it.

“He refused to leave your side,” said Bruce quietly, from his typical spot on the right hand side of the bed. He had his reading glasses on, the ones that he wore when he was exhausted but determined to stay awake, sketchpad in hand. Dick was just able to make out the lines of what looked like it might be him and Damian sleeping on the cot before Bruce flipped the book closed. Bruce always kept his 'doodles' private.

There was a cooled cup of coffee and abandoned tablet on the table next to the bed, as well as an empty plate, more signs of Bruce keeping watch. “Looks like he wasn’t the only one.”

Bruce hummed, and watched Dick adjust again who winced slightly as one of Damian’s elbows jabbed him in the stomach, probably over a bruise by the feel of it. Bruce frowned at the action, eyebrows pulling together. “Do you want me to take him upstairs?” He didn’t move though, probably guessing the answer. It was a fairly common tradition that only got passed over when the injuries were too severe for Damian to sleep with Dick when he was injured. He claimed that he was guarding him, but everyone knew better.

“Nah. We’re good.” Dick dropped his hand lower and rubbed circles on Damian’s back, who snored once and then snuggled in tighter. “Was I ever this small?” Dick asked quietly before he registered the words that came out of his mouth, and then huffed out a laugh, because yes, he knew objectively that he had been that small at some point, he had been a child after all, but he couldn’t quite fathom being this size at the manor.

“Smaller.” Bruce seemed to understand what he meant, taking off his glasses and tucking them into the neck of his shirt and watched his oldest and his youngest in silence as he thought about it more. “You were tiny. You would crawl into my bed after having a nightmare and I was afraid that I’d roll over in my sleep and crush you.”

Dick did remember doing that. Bruce’s size was part of the appeal of doing that; he could protect Dick from any monsters, dreams or memories that haunted him in the night. “Yeah, well, you are a behemoth who sleeps like the dead. It was probably a valid concern.” Bruce chuckled and then got up to check Dick’s vitals, both of them knowing that it was more out of something to do rather than necessity at this point.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“We always want you to stay, B.” smiled Dick, looking down at his brother. "But I don't think you need to. Robin's look after their own."

[lankylevi]

Rating: E Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Eren Jaeger Tags: Kinktober 2019, Smut, Top Levi, Bottom Eren Yeager, Halloween Costumes, Werewolves.

Summary: Chapter 1: Overstimulation with Werewolf Levi: Top Levi & Bottom Eren.

Note: It’s officially the 15th here which means this is finally getting posted! Overstimulation is this month’s poll winner and this is also written for @ererismutprompts costume party prompt! (If you want early access to all my works and wanna vote on what I should write next, consider becoming my patreon for only $1! (Link in bio))

Read on AO3 or below

“I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”

“Your own idea backfired at you,” Jean snorted as Eren walked out of his room in a full sexy bunny costume. He didn’t even try to keep in his enjoyment and fell into a whole laughing fit while Eren tried to find a coat long enough so people wouldn’t think he was some type of hooker when they’d walk to the costume party.

Eren grumbled, “Since when are you even decent at Overwatch?” They had placed a bet, five games, the loser had to embarrass himself by wearing one of those slutty, pin up bunny costumes with huge ears to Hanji’s costume party on Friday. Meanwhile the other could just go as Batman.

“Since Armin taught me,” Jean said and Eren had to roll his eyes.

Armin, their mutual friend and the one who introduced them to Hanji, had been obviously flirting with Jean. And Jean cockily flirted back, but neither of them had the actual guts to make a move. “Just fucking date already.”

“Wha- me and Armin? You’re joking,” Jean feigned offense and Eren slapped him on his bicep.

“You better make a fucking move tonight or I’m telling.”

“So I take the attention away from your ass cheeks hanging out? Haha- Auw!”

Eren’s palm connected to the back of his roommate’s head as he glared at him. “Let’s just go and get this over with.”

At a quarter past eleven, they arrived at the party and Hanji eagerly opened the door to their apartment. Hanji was a chipper brunet, always acting like they were high on crack and tonight was no different.

“Welcome boys,” they slurred. The roommates already felt the vibrations of the music inside their chests and a wave of alcohol and weed hit them as Hanji leaned against the doorframe. “you’re smoking hot tonight.”

“Eren!” Armin wriggled his way through the dancing crowd, waving his hand enthusiastically, “Oh, and hi, Jean.” Of course, Armin would be dressed as Robin. As if they could be any more obvious.

Jean nodded and Eren waved back in response, shaking his head.

“Hanji, I think Levi needs your help.” Armin nudged their side with his elbow, “He’s about to make two girls cry.”

“Ugh, Leviiii.”

With that, Hanji disappeared back into the crowd and Armin showed them where they could hang their coats.

“Looks like Jean won, huh?” Armin said, trying to keep his snorts and giggles under control as Eren fumbled with the hem of his coat.

“‘S your fault. Look where your stupid crush got me.” Glaring, Eren finally got rid of the article of clothing after taking a long breath. No one would even bat an eye at him right now, he definitely wasn’t the only slutty something at this party. Fishnets also weren’t as comfortable as they looked and he was pretty sure half of the back of his costume had disappeared between his ass cheeks.

Armin chuckled, “Well, you look good. Maybe you’ll also... you know.”

“You can say “get laid” Ar,” Eren huffed, smirking when his best friend’s face got as red as a tomato. “What? You’re saying you’re not going on that horse cock tonight? Hahaha!”

“I swear to God, Eren,” Armin shushed him, “stop calling it a horse cock, I’m not a freak.”

Eren pressed his lips firmly together, trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing. “Right.” Armin wasn’t exactly the most vanilla person, he was in fact the reason why Eren had discovered some of his own kinks. Not together, no, no, they’d never. But Ar’s browsing history had revealed some of his own weird fetishes and that was how Eren actually found out there was this thing called ‘knotting’. Very sci-fi but hey, Armin couldn’t kinkshame him when he was into even weirder shit than he was.

All flustered, Armin dragged him through the dancing crowd till they found their usual group of friends. Mikasa was wearing a Marceline of Adventure Time costume while her girlfriend, Annie,  a Princess Bubblegum one; not looking entirely happy about it. It was cute though, cuter than the Batman and Robin Jean and Armin were trying to pull off while still convincing everyone there was nothing going on between them. Did they really think they were all blind?

Mikasa nodded at where Jean and Armin stood and Eren turned his head to see Horseface filling up Ar’s cup. Idiots, he thought before Annie couldn’t suppress the urge to comment on his outfit any longer. “Isn’t it a little too early for Easter?”

“That pink really evens out your bitterness, Annie.”

“Oeh-oh! What a burn.”

“Okay, easy you two,” Mikasa interrupted them for the millionth time. “Eren, go socialize with my cousin, he also lost a bet.”

Eren followed her stare and his eyes landed on a shirtless raven, angrily sipping on his cup. “Don’t mind if I do.” Did he seriously say that out loud?

“Gross,” Annie scrunched up her nose and Mikasa shook her head.

“Please don’t get it on with my cousin, Eren.”

“Why? Is he gay?” Eren looked at her expectantly with a wicked grin. Not caring to wait for her answer, he straightened his back and made sure to sway his hips a little as he strolled towards the shirtless man. Luckily his heels weren’t too high or he would’ve probably made a fool out of himself already. Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.

“Oh, yes, he’s definitely not straight,” he mumbled to himself as he saw the raven’s eyes raking over his body while smirking with a raised brow. This meant he could go for his usual strategy; teasing, teasing and some more teasing.

Instead of walking straight at him, he went for a detour and grabbed himself some punch, making sure to stick out his butt as he filled his red cup with the green, witchy liquid. He looked over his shoulder, sending the raven a flirty grin before he turned on his heels and leaned against the nearest wall. He took small gulps of his drink, which actually wasn’t bad at all, kudos to Hanji taking extra bartending classes.

The raven still hadn’t moved from his spot, so Eren went to phase two. He side-eyed Mikasa’s cousin and while their eyes locked he seductively bit his lip as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks. Fucking finally. The raven walked towards him and while Eren was surprised by his short stature, he sure didn’t mind the perfect set of abs and scowl on his face. Emotional unavailability, count him in.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” Eren said while lowering his cup, not hiding the fact that he was eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat.

Rolling his eyes, the raven pointed at Hanji who was currently doing the limbo. “A werewolf, Hanji’s fault.”

“Where are your tail and ears then…?”

“Levi,” and he shook his head, “I left them at home. Plus, I’m supposed to be Jacob from that Twilight bullshit.”

“Ah, quality literature,” Eren nodded, chuckling under his breath before he took another sip of his drink. “All he did was walk around shirtless anyway and you’re certainly pulling it off.”

Levi scoffed and raised one of his brows, “I would almost think you’re hitting on me…?”

“Eren,” he smiled, “and so what if I am?”

“I’m not complaining,” Levi said and he took the brunet’s drink out of his hand, the brief skin to skin contact making the tips of Eren’s ears burn, and downed it in one go. “So, Eren.”

Clearing his throat, Eren tried to keep his composure as Levi sent him a toothy grin, he was gonna eat him alive wasn’t he? “Hmm?”

“I happen to like bunnies, so how about we go to my place?” The raven said and stretched an arm to touch Eren’s waist, gently digging his fingers into the soft skin. “Only to see my tail and ears of course.”

Gulping, Eren’s mouth went dry and he enthusiastically nodded his head as he felt the heat spread through his body and straight to his crotch. Embarrassing.

Within a matter of minutes, he found himself in the passenger seat of Levi’s car and the raven fastened his seat belt for him, whispering in his ear to behave if he wanted him to be nice. In all honesty, the thought of Levi fucking him roughly stirred him up more, making his cock strain against the confinements of his costume.

“Now be a good little bunny and sit still,” Levi smirked as he hovered over him before dipping down and hungrily clashing their lips together. Pants and moans spilled from the boy’s lips and he rutted his hips against Levi’s hand palming his cock. Eren whined in protest when the raven quickly pulled away before he slid in the driver’s seat. “Better not distract me while driving if you want to come tonight.”

Eren was almost certain he heard Levi purr when he wrung his hands together to keep them occupied and a shot of arousal slid up his spine. He really was gonna have him for dinner and nothing excited the brunet more.

With his legs wrapped around Levi’s waist, Eren didn’t pay any attention to where he actually was when he was slammed against the nearest wall. Levi’s tongue swiped roughly over Eren’s bottom lip and the raven ravished his mouth as he clawed at his clothes.

A surprised gasp spilled past the boy’s lips when Levi ripped his clothes with his nails and left a trail of shreds behind them as he was being carried down the hall to what he presumed was Levi’s bedroom. He was thrown on the bed and within seconds Levi hovered over him and pinned his hands above his head. “Little rabbit fell into my trap.”

Eren never thought he’d be into dirty talk, let alone roleplay, but with the pure animalistic lust Levi was treating him, he couldn’t help but get even more turned on. “Aren’t you going to be nice to me?” Eren bit his lip and Levi’s eyes went from soft grey to vibrant silver at his words.

“Not in the slightest,” Levi sent Eren another toothy grin and a wave of arousal coursed through Eren’s body at the sight. “You have a thing for my teeth?”

Pressing his lips firmly together and keeping himself from making embarrassing noises as he saw Levi swiping his tongue over the sharp edge of his canine, Eren nodded his head and shuddered under his hold.

“You won’t be able to keep quiet once I start having my fun with you, little rabbit,” Levi purred in his ear, rutting his hips so the fabric of his jeans slid roughly over Eren’s pink cock. Leaning down, he bit and sucked on one of Eren’s pierced nipples, rolling the bud between his teeth until the brunet was gasping and thrusting his hips up. “Sensitive? How cute.”

With every action and word Levi gave him, Eren felt his mouth go dryer and dryer and his cock grow impossibly harder. Pearly fluid leaked freely on his stomach, leaving a slick mess all over his chest as Levi hooked his hands under the back of Eren’s knees and pushed forward.

High pitched whimpers and moans spilled past Eren’s lips every time Levi darted out his tongue to lap over his sensitive hole. “L-Levi…” His voice came out shaking and broken as the raven wriggled his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and started thrusting it ever so slowly. Eren wasn’t going to last long.

As Levi bit into the round globe of Eren’s ass, the boy yelped and quickly succumbed under his touch as Levi slid one finger in slowly. He hummed at the tight heat with a smirk before planting another bitemark on the tanned skin. He added his tongue to the mess, alternating between pushing it deep into his ass as he hooked two fingers to spread his hole, and biting down onto his cheeks, close to breaking the skin.

With an angled thrust of Levi’s fingers, Eren tensed and cried out as thick ropes of come streaked over his red collarbones. His chest heaved, cock twitching as Levi milked his prostate dry and kept going until it left the boy completely shaking and blabbering, “L-Levi, I- I already came.”

“I know,” Levi said flatly, lapping over his hole again and angling his fingers, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Eren’s body until he started begging for him to stop. “Stop? I’m not even nearly done with you.”

Eren’s eyes blew wide at the words, cock growing hard again under the rough treatment of Levi’s tongue swiping over the seam of his balls and dipping into the slit. “I… can’t.”

“You’re a brave little human, you can take it,” Levi smirked as he shoved his nose into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of Eren’s dick, taking in a deep breath. The action left Eren lost for words as the raven continued and unbuttoned his jeans to let his cock spring free.

It was nothing like Eren had ever seen in real life; Levi’s cock was slightly ribbed, thicker at the base and his cockhead had a pinkishly red sheen to it, just like the dildos he had seen on pornhub and both excitement and fear took over his body. He swallowed thickly, not knowing exactly what to say or do as the raven crawled closer and leaned down to leave a sloppy kiss just below his ear, “Never seen a real werewolf? Adorable.”

Eren’s world flipped upside down as he was pushed down onto his stomach, ass sticking up in the air. He immediately moaned at being so deliciously manhandled, previous worries left forgotten as Levi spread his cheeks and poured a decent amount of lube onto the crevice of his ass. He didn’t care at this point, he wanted to get fucked by Levi and his werewolf dick. Would he also have a knot?

With a slap on his ass, Eren yelped and looked back over his shoulder, blush turning crimson as Levi spanked him again. He was really hitting all of his kinks tonight and he didn’t even realize it.

“Stop thinking, brat,” Levi said as his palm connected to Eren’s ass cheek again, leaving a stinging burn in its wake before he slid three lubed up fingers inside the brunet. “I can smell you’re distracted, come back to me. All of you.”

Eren moaned loudly into the pillow as Levi grabbed his hips and buried his entire length inside of him in one smooth motion. The brunet felt every ridge and bump stroking across his walls with bruising force, clamping down on the thick cock. He got a well deserved minute to get used to his length and girth before the werewolf increased his pace slowly.

He felt everything, the claws digging into his hips, Levi’s cock moving in and out of his willing hole, his hot breath against his spine and his own cock roughly rubbing over the covers. Everything was too much and yet he wanted, craved more of Levi. An insatiable hunger he had never experienced before overrode all logical thought and he rocked his hips backward against Levi’s.

The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Levi started moving with bruising force, letting the animal inside of him take over as the little human beneath him moved and moaned so willingly. “Uncover your mouth, let me hear your pretty noises, my brave rabbit.”

Eren titled his head slightly to the side, letting the werewolf’s ears pick up on the soft pants and moans he made as he buried himself deep inside his ass.

“Prepare yourself, boy.” Levi snarled, angling his hips to slam precisely against his prostate, turning Eren into a drooling, blabbering mess as the werewolf fucked him roughly.

Eren whined in overstimulation as his prostate was abused to the point his entire body trembled and tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling too good for words. He gasped at the sensation of Levi’s cock growing bigger, stretching his hole wider with each thrust.

With a deep rumble inside his chest, Levi launched forward and bit down on Eren’s nape, drawing blood, as he slammed his cock deep inside Eren. Knot growing to its full size, stretching the human impossibly wide, he came in the boy’s ass, painting his insides with thick ropes of his come.

He felt beyond full, cum and knot filling him up to the brim and when Levi’s teeth sank into his flesh, his second release crashed over him. He came untouched, cock twitching and spurting his come on his stomach and the covers. A sleepy smile spread across his face when Levi held his hips up as his body lost its final strength.

Completely satisfied, Levi planted a kiss on the back of Eren’s neck, whispering sweet praises in his ear as sleep washed over the little human. “My sweet Eren.”

It was dawn when Eren awoke, the sun peeking through the curtains. He was tucked in bed, clean, and with a pair of pajama pants on. The smell of tea and something sweet filling up his nostrils.

It took him a moment to recollect his thoughts, the vivid images of last night flashing before his eyes. As he stood, the heavy pain in his hips along with the purple bruises and red marks all over his body served as another reminder that all of it had been indeed, very real.

With a droopy grin, he got up from the bed and shuffled towards the source of the sweet, hearty smell, finding Levi sitting on one of the chairs in nothing but sweatpants and two sets of pancakes in front of him. Had he cooked breakfast?

Levi’s eyes shot up once Eren peaked his head past the doorframe and he instantly jumped up and wrapped his arms around the brunet’s waist. He held him gently, a purr rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled his nose in his human’s neck. “Morning.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden affection, Eren stammered, “Morning.” Levi was so gentle with him, a complete 180 compared to last night, but it honestly felt right? As if their bodies remembered each other from before and were finally reunited. Eren laughed under his breath, how silly of him.

[bat-losers-inc]

Kintsugi: Chapter 11

Summary: Final Crisis/Red Robin AU. Dick admits Tim to a psychiatric facility after Bruce is lost in time. Jason finds him suffering at the hands of a Scarecrow-copycat and breaks him out. While safe in Jason’s apartment, Tim still struggles with panic attacks and drug withdrawal. At a loss for what to do, Jason calls Roy Harper.

Pairings: Jason Todd & Tim Drake, Jason Todd & Dick Grayson, Roy Harper & Jason Todd.

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Tim stood in the kitchen and spun Jason’s burner phone around in quick circles on the countertop. He glanced up at Jason who was leaning against the other side of the counter, trying — and failing— to look casual. Between them, the clock on the wall ticked out the seconds in its endless rhythm.

Tim sighed. “I’m calling him again.”

He reached for the phone, but not before Jason slapped his hand down over it. “You’ve already called him twice in an hour. Maybe give it a little longer, yeah?”

“He could already be on a flight back to Star City.”

“He can’t leave here without picking up his stuff first.”

“Yes,” Tim countered. “I’m pretty sure he can.”

He gestured toward the living room couch where Roy had recently been bunking. A duffel bag rested against a stack of folded blankets on one end of the couch. “He packed light to begin with. I don’t think he’s gonna miss a few pairs of clothes and a travel toothbrush.”

Other than that there was no evidence that Roy ever lived here. It served as another reminder of how easily he could lose this lifeline— how Roy could step out that door one day, not return, and who would Tim turn to then? Jason? Well… yes, there was always Jason— would always be Jason. At least that he was getting more and more certain of with each passing day.

Jason held up his hands, placatingly. “Look, all I’m trying to say is that I don’t think we want to come off as desperate right now.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “We are desperate. I sure as shit don’t know the first thing about safely tapering off benzodiazepine. Jury’s still out on if you do.”

Jason’s expression tightened. “Now that’s just rude.”

He didn’t doubt that Jason could step up to the plate, take a crash course in drug treatment and recovery, and help him through it. It was the steep learning curve he was afraid of and the trial and error that went with it.

“Well, not for nothing, Jason, but if you get it wrong I could die.” They locked eyes and held each other's gaze in what seemed to be the world’s longest, and most judgemental, staring contest. Finally, Jason pulled his eyes away.

“You know what? Nope. We’re not doing this.” He grabbed the phone off the counter and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans.

Tim trailed him as he made his way out of the kitchen and headed for the garage. He called out at his retreating back, “Not doing what? Being realistic about this situation?”

“No,” Jason countered over his shoulder, still moving quickly through the rooms of his safehouse. “Turning on each other the second things get difficult and forgetting we’re in this together.”

Jason pushed open the door to the garage and Tim caught it behind him before it could swing shut in his face. “Whose we?”

“You, me, and Roy. We’re a team.”

Tim came up short, taking a moment to process that. He watched Jason from the top of the stairs as he messed around in a container, continuing his speech all the while. “We owe it to him to have a little faith and to give him some time to come back to us.”

“But what if he doesn’t—”

“Don’t think about that right now.”

Tim threw up his hands. “You say that like it’s so goddamn easy!”

“Give him time to call or come home, Tim. Until then, bristle brush or socket wrench?”

“What?” asked Tim. “What are we even doing out here?”

Jason smiled. “We’re gonna get my bike operational again. Take it apart, clean it, upgrade it if you’re still offering.”

Tim scowled. He knew what Jason was doing— trying to distract him with a project. If he really wanted him to get into a project he might let him get a head start on tracking down Bruce through all of human history instead of making him do manual labor. “I thought you were too poor to pay for upgrades.”

Jason shrugged and flipped an oil rag over one shoulder. “Eh, I’ll figure out something.”

Tim was beginning to think that was Jason’s approach to life.

“C’mon,” Jason wagged the bristle brush at him, smiling. “It might actually be fun.”

Tim descended the stairs and snatched the brush out of his hand. “You need to get out more if you think this is fun.”

Jason chucked a spare rag at him, hitting him square in the chest. “Wow, look who’s talking!”

Tim’s lips twitched into a smile.

He’d feared that hanging out with Jason would only be awkward— both of them too aware of their differences in age and personality. He was afraid that when reduced to casual small talk they’d suddenly realize how little they actually knew about each other. Eight years as “brothers”, coming together in blood feuds, stakeouts, and many dangerous missions and what did they really have to show for it? A couple of family photos, cell numbers saved in each other’s contacts list, and a handful of books shared throughout the years and forgetfully never returned.

But, despite his concerns, their time in the garage started casually enough as they shuffled around performing their own individual tasks. Tim laid down the tarps and placed the bike on its side. Jason stripped down to his undershirt despite the cold of the garage and put on a playlist jam-packed with Joan Jett and Blondie hits.

It was easy.

Before Tim knew it they had the bike broken down, all of its pieces spread on the tarp around them. The engine and some of the other larger pieces were pushed off to the side, a project for another day.

“Hey, Tim?” Jason said as he polished a tail light, “You know those emancipation papers you had Bruce sign.”

Tim looked up sharply from the exhaust pipe he’d been cleaning. “Yeah?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about something that you said earlier… about how Dick and I were using you to put each other down. You were right. I first took those papers because I remembered how worried you were at the diner, how you just wanted to file them and get your independence back. But when Dick was standing here telling me how shitty a brother I’ve been to you, I’d be lying if I said I did it for selfless reasons alone.”

Jason placed the tail light down on the ground and stared at his dirty hands. Tim just watched him, listening.

“I did want to throw those papers back in his face,” Jason continued. “I wanted to prove to him that I wasn’t the only one who didn’t need this family and their judgment. That I wasn’t the only one who could separate from the pack— that I wasn’t alone.”

“Jason,” Tim started, but already his words failed him, his tongue sitting as heavy as his heart inside his chest. What could he say to such a confession? Was it enough to say I understand? About how Jason had tried and failed so many times to come back into the fold that when he was presented with someone else who also wanted to cut that cord, he couldn’t help but encourage them to pick up the scissors. If only because two black sheep might then be able to make a little family of their own.

Was it selfish to be so lonely? To want someone who didn’t keep a strike count of your past mistakes, who said, I choose you as my family— just as you are. Tim didn’t think so.

“I don’t think you should file those papers, Tim. Because, if you do, you can’t take it back.”

“If I don’t, how am I supposed to live my life the way I want to? With no money and no ability to make my own decisions?”

“It might not be such an either-or situation… Dick and I came to a truce of sorts last night.”

Tim blinked. “What?”

Jason shook his head with a smile. “Yeah, don’t ask. But, I think if you give him time to think things through now that he got a full picture of the situation, he won’t petition the judge to extend the psych hold. As for unfreezing your bank accounts… I have a feeling he’s only going to do that once you’re through the worst of your detox and he’s certain that you won’t blow your money on feeding your high again. And he’s going to want to see that with his own eyes.”

“So, you’re saying, eventually I’m going to have to go see him and talk things out?”

Jason shrugged. “I can’t hide you from him forever, Tim.”

“Yeah, I know.” Tim fiddled with the exhaust pipe he still held in his hands. He wiped at the remaining grime with a few half-hearted sweeps of the oilcloth. “Hey, Jason?”

Jason glanced up at him through his bangs. “Yeah?”

“For all those times I never said it… thank you.”

Jason was quiet for a while with an unreadable expression stretched across his face. Finally, he stood up and offered Tim a hand. “It’s getting late. How about we see what we have for dinner?”

Tim let him pull him up off the floor. He glanced behind him at the garage door as Jason brushed the dust off his pants. “What about Roy?”

Jason put his hand on Tim’s shoulder and gave it a faint squeeze. “Cmon.”

Tim had no idea if Jason didn’t hear his question or purposely ignored it. The time was beginning to creep into the early evening hours and he had a feeling they were both thinking the same thing, even if nobody wanted to admit it— if Roy didn’t come back soon, he probably wouldn’t be coming back at all.

Tim didn’t think he had the courage to ask again, so instead, he trailed Jason back inside to help with dinner.

But, it turned out that Jason didn’t need much help in the kitchen, so Tim settled for keeping him company while he went about his business. He leaned next to the stove and watched as Jason sauteed sweet potatoes, onions, and strips of chicken together in a pan— a meal that smelled good enough to make even Tim’s usually nauseated stomach grumble. It had been a while since Tim had eaten a full meal. And this morning or well... afternoon was no different with both of them too tired and edgy to make up their minds on lunch. So Jason had made them both toast, which they ate standing around the counter staring at Jason’s burner phone, waiting for it to ring.

Jason pointed his spoon off to the right. “Go into the far cabinet and get some plates. This should be ready in a few minutes.”

Tim was lifting down plates when he heard the sound of a door closing. He turned to find Jason with his back to the stove, staring into the living room at Roy’s sudden appearance back in their lives.  

Tim clutched the plates closer to his chest. “You’re back. I mean, um, I’m happy you came back.”

“Yeah.” Roy barely seemed to hear him. He was too busy watching Jason watch him, a whole silent, unreadable exchange happening before Tim’s eyes.

“Can we talk?” asked Roy. It clearly wasn’t directed at Tim and Roy’s single-minded disregard of his presence struck him like a slap to the face.

Tim turned and placed the stack of plates on the counter, wishing he had a corner to hide in.

What a fucking idiot he was. In Roy’s mind, they were probably the farthest thing from friends and Tim couldn’t really blame him for thinking that. It was true. They were practically strangers. And after the stunt he pulled last night, Roy could confidently call him a stranger and an asshole.

“Sure,” Jason replied. “Tim, could you watch the food for me?”

Tim half-turned and accepted the wooden spoon out of Jason’s hand, managing a weak smile for his benefit. “Yeah, sure.”

Their footsteps faded out of earshot and then Tim was greeted with the slam of the garage door. He turned and stood alone in Jason’s kitchen, his only companions the sizzle of the skillet and his own troublesome thoughts. Of all the scenarios that Tim had prepared himself for, he’d never considered that Roy might show up again only to break it off officially.

Tim hurled the wooden spoon into the sink and sank heavily against the countertop.

We’re going to lose him and it’s all my fault.

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“New project?” Roy asked, toeing at the loose bike parts spread out on the loading dock floor.

Jason watched him as he picked up a piece and examined it. He leaned back against the workbench and crossed his arms tightly, afraid that if left to their own devices one of his hands would pick up a nearby wrench and chuck it at Roy’s stupid, thoughtless head.

“So, you don’t answer your phone anymore, is that it?”

“I was at Blackgate talking to Croc.” said Roy. “You know I can’t bring it into the visitors center with me.”

“And what were you doing for the rest of the day? You had lunch in my safehouse in Old Gotham—at least that hour I can account for since you triggered my security system when you broke in. What about the other ten hours of the day?”

“NA,” Roy replied. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

Jason laughed. “Wow! So you must have hit every NA meeting from Blackgate to Grant Park in that time.”

He clapped slowly so Roy had time to realize what a load of bullshit it was to pull his ‘Narcotics Anonymous is anonymous for a reason’ card right now.

Roy glared at him. “Just get to your point, Jason. I know you have one.”

Yeah, why beat around the bush? “Tim was trying to reach you all day today. He wanted to apologize for last night.”

Roy flicked a tangle of copper hair out of his eyes. “Good. He should apologize for how he acted. He nearly got us all killed.”

Unbelievable, thought Jason. What a goddamn hypocrite. Didn’t he remember all those nights they stayed in shitty apartments in God-knows-where, because he’d blown half their money and left them stranded? Didn’t he remember how Jason always came and pulled him back from the edge — how he stayed up with him as he shivered and puked himself through another withdrawal?    

“You want to know what all this was for?” Jason gestured at the array of bike parts on the ground. “It’s because I didn’t know how to stand in that kitchen a moment longer reassuring him that it was all going to be okay when I wasn’t even sure myself.”

Jason shrugged and tilted his head in an attempt to catch Roy’s averted gaze— trying in vain to see past all the angry bullshit between them and find the friend he knew was still in there. “Did you even come back here to help?”

Roy kept his eyes on anything but Jason. “I came to talk to you.”

So, that was Roy code for ‘I haven’t decided yet’. Fantastic. “You should have called first.”

“Why?” asked Roy. “What does it matter if we talk here or on the phone?”

Jason stabbed a finger at the wall behind him. “It matters because of him. I made a deal with that kid to help him find Bruce if he starts to get clean— a deal that I can’t hold up without your help. It matters because— just now— when you walked back into our lives, Tim expected you to stay. I get it if you’re angry at me, but don’t you dare take it out on Tim.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want to upset precious Timmy now, would we? Heaven forbid—”

“Stop. ” Jason was in front of Roy in an instant, a lug wrench clutched tightly in his grip. “I know you’re not this much of an asshole to take shots at a kid who just wants your help.”

Roy’s smile was bitter. “There is it. That’s your problem.”

Jason’s breathing was heavy. He could barely make out Roy’s words past the angry thump of blood in his temples. “What?”

“You're always going to choose him over me. Despite all your talk about being the black sheep of the family, you want back in with them so bad. And now you have your chance to prove you deserve it by taking care of Tim.”

Jason tried to put as much conviction as he could muster into his voice as he stared up at Roy’s green eyes. “You’re my family. I chose you as my family— ”

“You chose me as a cheap substitute.”

“This is not a fucking competition!” he snapped, whipping the wrench at the far wall. It struck, taking a chunk out of one of the bricks. Better the bricks than Roy’s head. “You know it isn’t. You know I will always be there for you.”

How long had these thoughts been festering in Roy’s head? Since last night? Longer? They had been together through thick and thin for years. Did Roy really just think it was out of convenience that he stuck around? That he’d just drop him the moment someone else came into his life?

“Really? Because you threw me to the wolves real quick last night when it came down to choosing between me and Tim.”

“I didn’t know that I’d have to choose anybody when I started this!” cried Jason. “We’re supposed to be a fucking team!”

“A team? Jason, a team requires trust. How can I agree to help when I can’t trust you to make decisions that will protect my interests as well as Tim’s?”

“He told you about our deal, right?” Jason turned towards the sound of the voice. “When I agreed to that deal I did it knowing I wasn’t just agreeing to work with him, but with you as well.”

The door at the top of the stairs was ajar, Tim’s frame discernable in the darkening shadows of the unlit hallway.

“Fuck,” Jason sighed, rubbing at his face. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

Roy crossed his arms. “Anyone ever tell you it’s rude to spy on private conversations?”

“I don’t think it counts as spying when I can hear you from all the way down the hall. And I think I’ve heard enough to know that you two come as a package deal, because when left on your own… you’re both kind of shit.”

“Gee, thanks.” Roy's eyes narrowed. “You’re really nailing this whole apology business.”

“Then, let me finish,” said Tim. “I am sorry for what I put you through last night, but we both know my apology alone isn’t going to fix shit. So, I’m here to tell you that I’m willing to do all I can to get clean. From now on our interests are going to be the same.”

Tim slipped into the room, his eyes still trained on Roy. “NA meetings, the twelve steps, I’ll do whatever you tell me to do as long as it helps me get clean and find Bruce because those are things I need. And while I appreciate someone looking out for me— ”

Now he shifted his gaze to Jason. “I don’t need favoritism, nor do I want it. If this is going to work, I can’t have you feeling like you need to choose between us. You just need to choose ‘us’. Okay?”

Jason rubbed at the back of his neck, the skin under his fingers hot with embarrassment and nodded. Looked like some of Tim’s old spunk was coming back after all.

Satisfied, Tim shifted back to Roy. “In case I haven’t made it totally clear yet. I’m not trying to replace you. I’m trying to work with you.”

Roy sighed and carded his hands through his hair. “It’s moments like this that really make me want a drink.”

It was unclear if Roy was talking to them or to himself.

“Would you settle for dinner?” Tim asked. “I set out a plate for you.”

Roy shoved his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. “You really want me to stay, don’t you?”

Tim didn’t even blink. “Yes. You're my sponsor.”

Roy glanced over at Jason and back to Tim. Jason held his breath afraid he was going to jinx everything if he so much as breathed wrong.

“Alright.” Roy sidestepped Tim and climbed the stairs.

Jason’s eyebrows shot up. “Holy fuck, does that mean the dream team’s back together?”

“Don’t call us the dream team,” Roy called out from inside. “There isn’t an earth in all of the multi-verse were we’re somebody’s fucking dream team.”

Jason hooked Tim around the neck as he followed him up the stairs. He ruffled his hair playfully. “Good job, kid.”

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Ryan: P: (3, 6, 14, 24), P/F: (10, 16), L: (4, 5), C: (3), F: (1, 4, 8), P: (6), V: (1, 3), DL: (1, 9)

I had a lot to say here… 

Ryan always makes me ramble.

Personality

3-Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

Ryan is extremely optimistic. He’s not naive. He’s seen his fair share of hardship and struggle. But he looks on the bright side of every situation he finds himself in. He knows that life is short- unexpectedly so sometimes- and he knows that it’s better to have a positive outlook than a negative one because it makes that short time more enjoyable. He trusts his gut and usually things work out for him, so he doesn’t see a reason to change to a more negative outlook. He keeps his expectations reasonable and his baggage light, and the majority of the time, Ryan is a truly happy person down to his bones. 

6-What bad habits do they have?

Aside from smoking, which he’s told himself that he’d try to quit a few times now, the only other “bad habit” he has is that he can’t take a compliment well. He tries to deflect, claim that its the song that’s great, not his playing, or that the sound is only as good as it is because of who he’s playing with, all the while the skin between his beard and his eyes is blushing a rosy pink hue. It’s not a bad habit in that it hurts anyone, but he has to work on receiving praise, because he absolutely deserves it. 

14-What is their greatest fear?

Ryan’s not afraid of much. He doesn’t love heights, but that won’t stop him from climbing a roof that needs patching or looking out over the ledge of a bridge or balcony. He’s not the biggest fan of elevators, but he rarely ever has to use one so that’s not much of an issue, either. But there is one thing that will make his eyes go wide and the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up: Scorpions.

He’d run into them for the first time in Yuma, AZ, camping with Cowboy and Virginia. Sure, there were scorpions in Georgia, but not in the Southeast where he grew up, and certainly not poisonous ones. But a bark scorpion found its way into Ryan’s boot one night, and he almost shoved his foot right on top of it in the morning had Virginia not grabbed his arm and yanked the boot out of his hand. At first he was confused, but his mouth dropped open and an “oh, shit!” slipped out as she upended his shoe and a little yellow armored creature plunked out onto the stony, sandy ground, pincers raised and tail poised to strike.

“Always check your boots, Brenner,” Cowboy slapped him on the back as he came back to the campsite, a smirk on his face as he threw his friend a wink and kissed his girl on the cheek.

From that moment on, Ryan has never once put his shoes on without checking them.

Aside from scorpions he has another fear that really only started developing as he got older and the invincibility of his twenties started to fade, and that fear is of dying alone. His father, Oz, Cowboy… they were all alone in their last moments, and he couldn’t help but wonder: were they cold? In pain? Suffering? How long until someone found them? What was that like, those last few seconds of life with no one there as you entered the abyss? The thought gave him chills so he tried to push it from his mind whenever it cropped up, would call a friend or one of his cousins to distract from the fear. He also knew what the other side of that coin was like; remembered as clearly as if it were yesterday both calls from Robin and Virginia, and the guilt that he felt when he heard the news. He didn’t want Georgie or Louie or anyone else to get that call about him, to feel that guilt of “I shoulda met him in Tupelo or Jacksonville or Cheyenne.” He was careful, always trying his best to stay out of any dangerous situations- something that he knew Oz and Cowboy weren’t keen on, and something that he’d been told his father hadn’t been the best at either. He enjoyed traveling alone for the most part and didn’t let this newfound fear get in his way of that enjoyment, but it was particularly bad in the winter months when rails froze and black ice made for dicey footing when getting on or off of a moving train, when falling asleep when the temperature fell could mean not waking up.

24-What are their idiosyncrasies?

Ryan ties his shoes in a very specific way, double knotting with every pass of the looped lace, and tucking the loose ends into the third crossed lace along the tongue of his boots. If the lace comes loose, he undoes the whole knot and starts over. 

He isn’t comfortable if he can’t see the sky. He hates basements and rooms without windows, and he almost never picks a train car that doesn’t have an open top or at least one open side. 

He can’t stand still when he brushes his teeth. He paces around, not nervously, just casually, until it’s time to spit and rinse. 

 Past & Future

10- What smells remind him of his childhood?

Pine from his grandfather’s carving, salt air from time spent at the beach with his cousins, peaches bubbling and caramelizing in the oven from Aunt Holly’s cobbler, wood smoke from the bonfires the Brenner’s were known for, the earthy smell of skunks from that one time he, Jimmy, Patrick and Zach tried to domesticate one of the monochromatic mammals living under Uncle Max’s tool shed and ended up getting sprayed and subsequently laughed at by all the “told ya so” cousin’s watching from the porch.  

16- What past act is he most ashamed of?

Once, when Ryan was still new to the road and still learning how to get by on his own (just a few months after his 17th birthday), he found himself with no cash, no food, and no one to lean on for another two days until Cowboy and Virginia got into town. He held out as long as he could, but the fact was that at 17 he wasn’t nearly a good enough musician to make any real money on his own, and it had already been a full day on an empty stomach. So he did what he had to do, and grabbed a wrapped deli sandwich from the refrigerator case, stuffing it in his pocket and leaving the store before he could be seen. 

He’s been back through those parts a handful of times, and he always makes it a point to stop in that deli and leave a few extra dollars in the tip jar on the counter. 

 Love

4- When was the last time he had sex?

Well, it was with Jackie, so roughly a year ago. And before that, even longer. Falling into bed with Jackie as quickly as he did was very out of character for Ryan. Getting attached to people who are attached to where they live isn’t a good habit for someone like him- someone who goes where the roads and rails take him, when they take him, and has no need for a rear view mirror. Did he genuinely want to help Jackie when she got hit by that pickup? Yes, of course. Ryan is nearly incapable of walking away from someone who needs help, because he believes in karma and that when good goes around it comes around. Not that he only helps people if he thinks something good will come for him, he just firmly believes that the world would be a better place if we judged less and helped more. Did he really want much more to do with Jackie after that? Not really, but she offered to repay his kindness with dinner, and Ryan’s not really in a position to turn down a meal or a warm place to eat it. Staying the night? Okay, it was snowing, what did you want him to do? Freeze his poor little face off trying to hitch a ride? Like he said, who’s stopping for a stranger in a snowstorm? No one, so the kindness was extended to a bed for the night. Understandable.

Then the morning comes and he sees the poor condition that the roof is in, and two things happened at once: 1) having done so much repair work, roofing, and odd jobs in the carpentry field, he couldn’t walk away from that leak knowing that in a month or so the whole thing would collapse, and 2) that desire to help someone in need kicked in again. Should he have left it at the roof? Of course he should have, but Jackie just kept needing, and Ryan just kept giving. Support, comfort, help, kindness. And after so long on his own, a few days with someone who seemed to need and appreciate him was a big change…one that proved to be confusing for Ryan; nothing felt wrong, necessarily, it just didn’t feel right, and when Jackie asked if Southbound was “about her” when they were in bed together, that’s when Ryan first thought that he’d made a mistake: how could it be about her? I only just met her.

It was about someone, that’s for sure, but that someone wasn’t Jackie Laurel.

About a year and three or four months before Jackie, Ryan’s last real intimate encounter was with a girl named Chloe. Chloe was a year younger than Ryan, an artist that he met while he was out in Montana at Georgie’s uncle’s buddy’s ranch. They clicked instantly and before that 4 week period was up, Ryan was hypnotized by the girl with the feather earring and Chloe was goo for the boy with the guitar. They never labeled anything because to them, labels felt like limitations- not on what they could do, but on how they chose to be together. Chloe lived in Montana most of the year, but would spend months at a time traveling wherever the wind blew in search of inspiration for her next big project- she’s a sculpture artist specializing in naturally inspired pieces- and the semi-permanent living arrangement was really only so that she had a place to come back to work when she was ready to start slinging clay. But whenever she was “home” she’d let Ryan know, and usually he would make his way to Livingston if it was feasible. They’d even met up on the road a few times, and their relationship was easy and light regardless of whether it had been three months or three weeks since last they saw one another. For the first entire year, all anyone had to do was mention the other’s name and they’d both bloom bright red roses on their cheeks.

Heading into their second year of unlabeled bliss, Chloe started to get real recognition for her work, earning commissions for universities, libraries and other large organizations. Ryan was over the moon thrilled for her, and her excitement was palpable even over the phone. When she called to tell him that she’d be in Livingston, he couldn’t wait to get her in his arms, to kiss the corner of her smile, right where her dimples would form. He split off from Cowboy, Virginia and Georgie and hopped the first train headed west. They spent two whole days holed up in bed, tangled in Chloe’s crisp white sheets with golden summer light streaming in through the sun catcher in the window and painting their entwined bodies with blues and oranges and reds. Ryan realized then that he’d fallen in love with her, and he could tell that she had come to the same realization about him by the way she held him or by how her soft lips lingered against his bristly cheeks, or from the way her dark obsidian eyes would shine when she smiled at him. He realized then, that she was the first woman he’d ever really been in love with, and even though they hadn’t had one another constantly, they’d been constants in one another’s lives and he wanted that to continue. He wanted that to continue forever.

Chloe did, too, but then something happened.

Ryan stayed in Livingston with her for two weeks before circling back up with Georgie (Cowboy and Ginny had gone south to Utah to visit her folks for a while) but about two months later he was back after her tearful phone call letting him know that she was pregnant, but that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep the baby. Ryan couldn’t breathe or think or keep his heartbeat steady, so he told Georgie what was going on and dizzily hopped a train from neighboring South Dakota back to Montana and the forever that had suddenly started slipping through his fingers.

Chloe was a mess when he got there- couldn’t speak for the tears that were pouring from her eyes, couldn’t stop trembling from the fear that she was struck with, even as Ryan’s strong arms circled her small frame. Ryan never saw himself as a father, but he never saw himself falling in love, either, and in that moment he decided that he’d do whatever he had to to be the man that Chloe and their child needed. If that meant that he had to travel less, he was prepared to make that change. He’d always heard people say that love makes you do crazy things, and he finally understood what that meant. But it seemed that Chloe had been doing some crazy things of her own- she hadn’t waited for Ryan to get there after she called him. She’d gone to a clinic and made the decision already. That’s why she was racked with fear, because she’d made their choice without asking him, without considering what he’d want or think, part of her knowing how he’d feel. No, Ryan never saw himself as a dad or as a husband, but he never saw himself having his heart broken by the first woman he fell in love with, either. He tried to forgive her for making the choice without him, even though he was hurting, but she couldn’t forgive herself even though she didn’t regret her choice. Suddenly there was a chasm between them while they were standing in the same room, and the last time Ryan left Livingston was the last time he’d be back.

A few months before meeting Jackie, Ryan was traveling in Macy, Nebraska and he stumbled on one of the works she’d been commissioned to sculpt at a community college. He’d called her, just to congratulate her and to tell her how beautiful it was, and they’d caught up on each other’s lives: Ryan was still jumping trains and making music, she was still sculpting… and she’d met someone… someone who she hadn’t hurt like she’d hurt Ryan, someone who’d asked her to marry him, and someone she’d said yes to. She’d again expressed how completely sorry she was for how things had gone, and she finally accepted his forgiveness. Now, from time to time, Ryan will see one of her sculptures and a sad smile will cross his face for the life he almost had with her, but then the sadness fades and he’s happy for the life she has now, and for the possibilities still out there for himself.

Someone (ahem @its-my-little-dumpster-fire) asked if Ryan ever slept with Robin…and the answer is… yes, but it was a while back, before Chloe, and it was weird for both of them. Yes, there was always chemistry between them, even while Oz was alive (which was tricky but Ryan chalked it up to friendship and kindred spirits and the amount of time spent harmonizing) but they never acted on it. Robin loved Oz and was extremely loyal to him, and Ryan respected that. His death was hard on both of them, and when they saw one another afterwards, it just sort of…happened. But it was a one and done and never again type of thing- neither is embarrassed or has any sort of regret over it, and it didn’t change their friendship which is still very strong. And if you want more details on that… I have them but this is already long enough.

  5- What kind of sex does he have?

Hands covering every inch of you, but starting in the least likely of places- your shoulder, the crook of your elbow, or maybe your calf. Lips caressing your skin which is practically vibrating with need, but gently and slowly, deliberately. He brings your hand to his mouth to plant a kiss there, but not to your knuckles; right to the center of your palm where your lifeline stretches from your wrist to your fingers. He’ll leave one on your ankle bone as he helps free you from your jeans. He wants you naked, doesn’t need the theatrics of a strip tease or a high end lace bra. He wants you bare before him so he can appreciate every detail, each freckle, all the veins in your arms, the little scars that tell the story of you, the sum of your “imperfections” that set you aside from the rest of the world. When he looks at you it’s with hunger like you’ve never seen. He starts devouring you with his eyes but he doesn’t stop there, mouth finding every sweet spot on your body, not stopping until you’re nearly incoherent, finally entering you and basking in the feel of you surrounding him, in the look of awe on your face and the strained sighs escaping your lips…

That’s what it’s like to be loved by Ryan Brenner.

Ryan is an intense, sensual partner who thrives on a deep connection with those he chooses to be intimate with- this is why it was out of character for him to end up sleeping with Jackie, because they hadn’t known one another long enough to build the kind of connection that he usually looks for. He’s a little bit old fashioned in the thought that intimacy should go hand in hand with emotion, that it’s a language with which to communicate what can’t be said with words. That’s why his number isn’t very high- only 5- and why he doesn’t have a different girl in every city he’s visited. Ryan is extremely and acutely in tune with his partner, and is able to put the most raw, pure feeling into every touch and movement.

 Conflict

3- What is his kryptonite?

It’s always been the people that he cares about. Ryan doesn’t have a lot to his name, so in terms of material things he doesn’t have much to lose and there aren’t a lot of situations that he couldn’t recover from. He’s been robbed twice, went a week without making a buck once, even broke his guitar once on a bumpy dismount, but he bounced back from all of those situations. But the people he cares about- his cousins and Chase, his friends from coast to coast, even the new additions like you, Junebug- they mean more to him than he can put into words, and he’d do anything he could for any of them. 

  Favorites

1-What is their favourite animal?

Ryan has always liked birds. From small finches and jays to hawks, eagles and cranes, they’ve always fascinated him. To him they represent freedom and independence. They sing songs unique to themselves, they get to look at the world from a different perspective, they get to go wherever they want, whenever they want, and to Ryan it always seems like they’re having fun, swooping and diving, riding the wind, splashing in puddles or sand. 

4-What is their favourite song?

You cannot know how long I agonized over this answer. 

I finally landed on Into the Mystic by Van Morrison, because it reminds him of happy times with his parents before his father died and his mother remarried. Carolyn and Luke Brenner were very much in love, and there was always music playing in their home whether it was Luke strumming a guitar or banjo, or Carolyn singing along to the small radio on the kitchen counter. Ryan had a lot of memories of his parents singing and dancing, smiles on their faces and laughter in their eyes. He even remembers times when his father was away, and his mother would take his small hands and dance him through the living room with this song playing. When he hears it now (or plays it, which only happens occasionally when he has the right accompaniment- it’s a pretty piano heavy song…maybe Junebug can help him out with this one…) he feels light and happy, and hopeful that someday he might find something like what his parents had.   

8- What is his favorite food? 

Ryan’s favorite food is shrimp and grits, but not just from anywhere, specifically his Aunt Holly’s version of the dish. When Ryan came to live permanently among the Brenners a few years after His mother married his stepfather, he spent most of his time with his Gram and Granddaddy, and his father’s sister Holly, Jimmy’s mom and his Uncle Alan, though the whole family had a hand in raising him from 12-16. But most of that time was under Holly and Alan’s roof, and Holly was the best damn cook in town. Alan worked on a shrimping boat and was able to come home with freshly caught prawns at a fraction of the price that they’d run in seafood markets. At first, Ryan was skeptical of the shrimp because he’d never eaten something with so many legs or antennas, pushing them aside to devour the delicious, creamy corn grits that they sat atop. But eventually he gave in, seeing how much everyone else liked the funny looking sea creatures, and since that first sweet bite he’s been hooked. Holly always makes them when he’s home. He’s tried them a few times elsewhere, but there’s really no comparison to the family recipe. 

 Possessions 

6- What is in his pockets? 

I answered this one separately because it got lengthy: 

Turn ‘Em Out 

Values

1- What does he think is the worst thing that can happen to someone?

The worst thing in the world as far as Ryan is concerned, is feeling like you’re stuck; like you can’t control the speed or direction of your own life. He’s seen it grind people down until they break, and he’s seen it many times through his life.

He saw it first with his mother, when she married his stepfather. Their relationship was fine, but even Ryan at 10 could tell that they weren’t in love the same way his mom was in love with his dad. While he was mostly apathetic towards Ryan, his mother’s new husband treated her well enough, but Ryan never caught them dancing in the kitchen at 2am when he wandered out for water like he’d caught his father twirling his mother, a small radio playing on the counter. He never saw his mother jump into her new husband’s arms when he got home from work like she used to greet Ryan’s dad when he’d come home from his travels. Miles cared for and respected Ryan’s mother, but he didn’t go out of his way to do so, and Ryan had the sneaking suspicion that she only married him because she’d already had his child (Ryan’s half brother Chase was unexpectedly born 2 years before their wedding, and Ryan was thrilled about being a big brother having seen how much fun Tommy and Zach had growing up together. He didn’t care about the 8 year age gap.) and she felt like her chances of finding a second true love like Ryan’s father (especially with two kids) were running out. Miles was there, and even though things weren’t as great as they might have been with someone else, she wasn’t alone. But she wasn’t happy, either, and Ryan saw her smiles dwindle through the years.

He saw it with Chloe, when she found out that she was pregnant and the fear of being stuck was so great that she threw the choice away before even talking to Ryan about it. He saw the way that decision broke her down until it ruined whatever the two of them could have salvaged from that relationship.

He saw it happen to Cowboy when he and Virginia started on the same page with their son and ended up in separate books. Ginny was smitten with that kid the second he popped out, and Cowboy loved him, too, but staying put proved to be much tougher than he thought it would be. It turned him bitter at times and made him angry, and Ryan answered more than one shaky, tear filled call from Virginia after Cowboy’d taken his “stuck” feelings out on her. He’d tried his best to alleviate some of that burden, dropping by to visit the three of them as often as he could, trying to make it feel like old times, he and Cowboy playing together while Virginia rocked the baby in the corner. But eventually even that wasn’t enough, and Cowboy realized that he couldn’t stick it out, not for as long as Virginia needed him to, so at her urging, he unstuck himself. And then Ryan saw it happen to Ginny after he died- that boy means the world to her, and she doesn’t regret having to give up her lifestyle, she wasn’t so attached to having no attachments as Cowboy was, but Ryan knows that she feels stuck just like his mother did. A single mother with limited avenues for change.

He sees it when you’re sitting in your empty apartment and you tell him straight and honest that you’re stuck without direction. 

Ryan doesn’t judge people or pity them when they feel stuck in their lives. He simply hopes that they’ll be able to unstick themselves soon because he knows that life is too short to feel like you have no options, to feel stuck, to not take the wheel for yourself. 

3- When did he last lie?

 Ryan doesn’t lie often, and when he does it’s usually only to protect someone’s feelings. Like the time he told Taylor that the lemon squares she made were “really good” before turning and spitting the dry, tasteless clump into a napkin, Fitz and Jimmy snorting into their drinks.

But when he told himself that he could have the sort of thing with Jackie that he had with Chloe, that was a lie, and he knew it as soon as his boots were back on her porch and her arms were around his neck. Coming back to Jackie felt like obligation once he was there, something he never felt towards Chloe. Just give it some time… But the more time he gave it, the more clear it became- Jackie could never fully accept his part-time presence, and Ryan wasn’t ready to change his lifestyle for her. Within an hour of his arrival she’d asked him how long he was staying, expecting certain answers and showing real disappointment when he shrugged and answered with “a week, maybe?” She just wants more time… But he realized it would never be enough time unless it was all the time. He realized he’d never find something quite like what he and Chloe had, and that he’d never be able to have anything even close to that with Jackie. He realized that the real lie wasn’t even that he was telling himself that he and Jackie could work; the real lie was that he was lonely but he’d been telling himself that he wasn’t. 

  Daily Life

1-What are his eating habits?

Ryan is a messy eater and always has been. He doesn’t leave a mess behind, but if there’s sauce in what he’s eating it’s going to end up on his face and all over his hands. If it’s something that can create crumbs, they’re going to get trapped in his beard until he wipes his hand over his face. He has a set of silverware in his pack along with a can opener, half-used sterno, and a camp coffee filter, but he rarely uses the silverware because if he does then he has to find some place to clean them and he doesn’t always have access to water like that. He just digs in with his fingers most of the time, especially when he’s alone. He carries some food items with him- ground coffee, nuts, jerky, and a couple cans of tuna, beans or corn. He also has a jug of water that he can tie onto one of the straps of his pack. Space is limited, but he always makes sure that he has food for a day or two in case something happens and he either can’t afford or can’t get to a deli, convenience store, café or grocery store. Most days he eats two meals- breakfast and a late lunch/ early dinner. Ryan’s really good at only eating when he’s actually hungry, and he’ll eat a third or even fourth meal on days when he burns a lot of energy, like if he gets some side work in construction or agriculture. Along those same lines, he doesn’t overeat, only eating until he’s full. He always has to be ready to move, and quickly, so being weighed down by an overfull stomach isn’t a great idea.

When he’s home though? With all those family recipes and no need to worry about hightailing it to or from anywhere? He goes full on food coma, especially when he stops in to see his Aunt Holly. She’s never not had a peach cobbler cooling on her kitchen table for as long as Ryan can remember, and there’s always at least one pot going on the stove and something else in the oven.

Typical Ryan fare on the day to day is usually something that he can eat quickly, is easy to eat on the move, and has a lot of protein. He’ll stop in to a deli for a sandwich, grab a burrito from a food truck, or hit the “ready to eat” section at a grocery or convenience store.

8-What is their soft drink of choice?

Ryan usually sticks to water, coffee and tea when it comes to non-alcoholic beverages, but every now and then if he sees a root beer- a good one- he caves and goes for it. His favorite happens to be Jones Soda Co. and he first tried that brand out in Oregon with Robin. Aside from the flavor, which is just sassafras-y enough and not too sweet, he was initially drawn to the bottle because the label caught his eye. Each one has a different black and white photo, most of them showcasing little glimpses of Americana. The one that caught his eye at the Sweet Street Deli (he and Robin had gone in to grab lunch and drinks for the group. They’d been playing together around the corner in front of the Tioga building, locals gathering around and dropping change and crumpled bills into the open instrument cases and walking away with smiles that they spread all over town.) had a photo of a rail crossing signal and Ryan laughed to himself as he wrapped his fingers around the cool neck of the bottle. He grabbed an orange soda for Georgie, a classic cola for Cowboy, and for Virginia, who had more of an adventurous palate than her partner, he picked green apple. Whenever Ryan sees Jones root beer, it reminds him of that first trip out to Oregon, of carefree summer days and easy, laughter filled nights.

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Crustless Quiche

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd (mentioned), Dick Grayson (mentioned)

Summary: Tim teaches Damian to make crustless quiche.

Warning: some angst, mostly fluff, some swearing

By all rights, Tim should be getting ready for patrol yet Bruce had benched him for a ‘low-grade fever’.

“It’s only 99.5!”

Bruce raises his eyebrows. “Still missing your spleen?”

Tim splutters.  “Do you mean have a grown it back since I lost it in the desert trying to find you, Bruce?” Bruce flinches giving Tim a savage feeling of pleasure and guilt.  “No, it hasn’t magically grown back since then.”

“Then no patrol for you,” Bruce replies sipping his coffee.

That’s how Tim found him in the kitchen, humming to himself, trying to figure out something for dinner.  Alfred’s on annual holiday for the last week and Jason had gone off somewhere with Roy which left Tim as the only responsible adult in the house to make dinner.

It’s not that Tim doesn’t know how to cook.  Cooking, for all intensives purposes, is just chemistry.  Tim could do chemistry in his sleep (and has once or twice; don’t look at me like that Dick).  

 Mrs. Mac had been the first one who had taught him anything about cooking, long before he could ever dream that Alfred would.  She had, when Tim was ten, showed him the very basics of cooking.  Like how to make Crustless Quiche.

He was not however on Jason level of cooking; couldn’t dream to make the delicacies that Alfred whips up with ease.  He could, however, make more than a bowl of cereal without adult supervision (cough, cough Dick.  Bruce.  Don’t think for a second that Alfred doesn’t know exactly who are responsible for those scorch mark on the ceiling of the kitchen).

Moreover, Tim never had the time to cook. 

Tim was about to raid the freezer, again, when there was a small scuffling noise from behind him.  Glancing over his shoulder, Tim suppresses a sigh to see Damian standing at the entryway.

“Damian.”

“Drake.”

Going back to the fridge, Tim waits.  Over the years, Tim has found that it's better to wait for Damian. Closing the fridge that embarrassingly empty, Tim turns to the pantry.

Damian scowls.  “Why are you in banging around my Father’s kitchen?”

“Since when is Bruce allowed into the kitchen?”  Tim shifts around some of the canned soups, looking.  “I thought Alfred banned him after the last pancake incident.”

“Tt,” was the only response Tim got (or was honestly expecting).

Damian shifts his feet, uncomfortably.  He was, unused to this unspoken truce that he and Drake had enjoyed since Father’s returning.  Except for the occasional snip (which were always Drake’s fault), Drake had proven himself to be quiet…satisfying. 

“I’m trying to figure out what to make for dinner,” Drake finally answers him.  “Jay’s out and I’m hungry.”  Drake closes the pantry door before turning to face him.  “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for patrol?”

Damian turns red mumbling unintelligently.  “Sorry, Dami, missed that.”

“Father benched me.”  Damian repeats, glaring at Tim like it was his fault.  “Apparently, I’ve ‘not taken the proper time to fully understand what it means to be Robin’.”  

Tim winces.  So that had been what that’s what the screaming match had been about.  “Sorry.”

“Tt.  Why would I need sympathy from you, Drake?”

Drake drew back as if Damian had slapped him.  Drake stares at Damian for so long it starts to make Damian uncomfortable. 

After a long, uncomfortable moment, Drake finally replies in a low voice, “because I’ve been on the receiving end of a few of those ‘You don’t understand what it means to be Robin’ speeches during my time as Robin from Bruce.  And they fucking suck.  All of them.  Each and every one.  Even if you didn’t deserve them, especially if you did though.”  Drake pauses, like he was contemplating what to say next before shaking his head.  “Come on, we’re both benched tonight.  Let’s make some dinner and we can watch a movie.”  Drake bends down to open the cabinet where Pennyworth keeps the pots and pans.

Damian bit his lip.  “I’ve never—I’m not interested in making dinner, Drake.  I’m sure you’re more than competent do it yourself.”

Drake straightens up, arching an eyebrow.  “Really?  Last week you said I couldn’t make toast without burning down the kitchen.”

“After witnessing Father and Grayson’s attempts in the kitchen, you’ll have to forgive me for being hesitant.”  Drake snorts.  “Now, however, I’m sure you can make toast without burning down the kitchen.”

“That almost sounds like a compliment, Dami.”

Damian sniffs.  “Do not grow accustom to it.”

Tim suppresses a snort.  “Wouldn’t dream of it.  Come on, Dami, I could use your help with this.”  Tim lifts up a pot that he pulled out.

Damian mutters something that Tim can’t hear (again).  He’s starting to think the little bugger is doing this just to mess with him.

Losing his patients, Tim snaps.  “Look if you don’t want to help that fine just clear out—”

“It’s not that, Drake,” Damian spits back, “it’s…I don’t know how to cook.”  Damian says like he’s confessing to a secret shame.

Tim waits.  “Okay…so?”  

Glaring, Damian snarls, “so, Mother and Grandfather thought it was beneath us to learn something as mediocre as cooking, so I never learned how.  So, when I arrived here,” Damian motions around the room, “Pennyworth does it all.  So, despite any interest I may have in the subject, I have not been offered the opportunity to pursue it.”

Blinking, because holy shit that little speech gave Tim more information about Damian then Damian usually gave Tim in a year (and right Tim’s not the only one with a fucked up childhood), Tim eventually fumbles out, “lots of people don’t know how to cook, Dami.”

“Tt.  I am not stupid.  I know the majority of people don’t know how to cook.  I was a witness to Father’s latest ill-advised pancake fiasco.”

Tim snorts.  “Yeah, it was pretty bad, wasn’t?”  Dami doesn’t laugh but his eyes do sparkle.  “Okay, how about this?  I’ll teach you.”

“Drake, I do not need your pi—”

“It’s not pity,” Tim says firmly.  Damian rolls his eyes.  “It’s not.  I was thinking of make it anyways and it easy enough to learn.  Actually, it’s the first thing I learned how to make.”

Damian eyes narrow.  “What is it?”

“Crustless Quiche,” Tim easily replies as he exchanges the pot for a cast iron pan.  “Come on, it’s easy enough to make.  Grab some eggs and a bowl and we’ll get started.”

Still eyeing Tim suspiciously, Damian eventually enters the kitchen properly, pulling out a bowl and retrieving the eggs.  Tim hums as he sees the requested items appear next to him.

“Alright, let's get cracking.”  

Damian blankly stares at Drake.  

“It’s a pun because we’re going to crack—you know what?  Never mind.  I’ve been spending too much time with Dick.  Alright, let me show you how to do it then you can do the rest.” 

So Damian carefully watches as Drake taps the eggs against the side of the bowl and pouring the contents of the eggs into the bowl.  After demonstrating on two, Drake watches as Damian cracks the eggs.  Drake nods encouragingly as Damian splits open the egg, dumping the whites and yolk into the bowl.

“You got it!  Now you do the rest of them and I’ll start chopping veggies.  You good with spinach?” 

Nodding, Damian sets out to work, cracking all the eggs.  Drake takes several trips to the fridge, pulling out different vegetables.  By the time Damian is done, Drake has a small mountain of produce on the counter.  

“Okay, would you rather chop or mix?” Drake asks Damian.

There are many things in this world that Damian doesn’t like.  School, homework, being benched is all minor irritations compared to being unsure in himself.  What would he rather do?  Mix?  Chop?  Did he even really care?

“Uhm—” Damian starts.

“How about you cut of the veggies?”  Drake suggests.  “I’ll do half and you do the other half.  Sounds good?”

“That sounds, acceptable, Drake.”

“Well, I aim to be acceptable.”  Drake teases as he passes Damian a cutting board and knife.  “Now, I know you know how to use one of these, just try and cut the piece up into small, bit size pieces.  All about the same size, okay?  When you’re done, go ahead and put it in the bowl.”  Drake points to the bowl that Damian had been cracking eggs into.

Nodding, Damian pulls over some broccoli and begins to chop into small pieces.  After the broccoli, Damian chops the zucchini and an onion.  

It was peaceful, cooking with Drake.  Unlike Grayson, who would insist upon chattering or Todd who would be trying to rile Damian up or Father who was always judging him.  No, Drake was utterly content sitting in silence—except for the chopping sounds.

“Better be careful with that one,” Drake says, indicating the onion, “it’ll make you cry.”

“Tt, unlike you Drake I’m not—”

“It’s a chemical reaction” Drake interrupts. “I can’t remember the ins and outs right off hand but yeah, it’ll make you cry if you're not careful.”

“Right,” Damian mutters, carefully cutting the onion.

“Right so I think that’s it for the veggies.  You like Swiss?”

“What?” “Do you like Swiss cheese,” Drake repeats.

Contemplating the question for a moment, Damian cuts the last of the onion.  “I think that Swiss would complement the spinach you cut up.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”  Tim pulls out a bag of pre-shredded Swiss cheese.  “Come on; it’s time for the fun part.”

Damian puts the last of the onion into the bowl while Drake turns on the stove.  While waiting for the pan to get hot, Drake shows Damian how to mix all the veggies into eggs before adding cream.

Finally, Drake declares it is ready.  

“I’m not eating raw eggs.”  Damian makes a face.  “Again.”  Damian had yet to forgive Todd for that little dare.  

“Course not.  Trust me; nobody wants to go through that again.  No, it's time to cook it all.”  Drake grins at Damian who found himself almost smiling back.  Almost.

Drake holds the bowl out for Damian.  “Okay, Dami, here’s what I want you to do. Pour it into the pan then take this,” Drake hands Damian a spatula, “and start pushing everything around.”

The eggs sizzle when they hit the hot pan.  Drake made sure everything got into the pan before taking the bowl away.  While Damian did what Drake told him to do, shoving the bits of vegetables around, Drake cleans up.  Damian kept a careful eye on the eggs; make sure not to burn them.

“And there we are,” Drake takes the spatula from Damian, dividing the food between two plates, “crustless quiche.”  Drake hands one of the plates over along with a set of silverware.  “Come on, Little D, we’ll go watch The Princess Bride in the main living room.”

“You’re right Drake,” Damian says, following behind Drake, “you have been spending too much time with Grayson.”

Damian does not miss Drake’s snort.

An hour later, Damian is in a ball on the couch next to Tim, clean plates laid forgotten on the coffee table.  And Tim is watching as Miracle Max explains that Westley is only mostly dead.

“Hey, B.  How was patrol,” Tim asks without looking up from the screen.

“Quiet.”  Bruce is looming over him, studying the situation.  “What happened here?” “Ya know,” Tim yawns, “same old, same old.”

“Did you hurt your brother?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Tim watches as Fred Savage’s character interrogates his Grandfather.  “I hear Dami hasn’t taken the proper time to learn what it means to be a Robin.”

Bruce flinches.  “That was…”

“An overreaction from an overly protective parent who doesn’t always know how to say ‘I love you, Dami.  Quit scaring the living shit out of me’,” Tim helpfully suggests. 

“…Something like that, yes,” Bruce admits.

Tim hums.  

“What that,” Bruce asks, pointing to the empty plates.

“Dinner dishes.  We had crustless quiche.”

There was a long pause.  “You fed Damian scrambled eggs for dinner.”

Tim hisses.  “You never understood the joys of crustless quiche.”

[redrobinfection]

(29) “Date Night”

JayTim Christmas in July 2018 - Day 29 “Date Night”

(<< Continued from Day 17 “S’mores”)

Jason slapped his shoulder lightly. "Hey. I thought we went over this; none of that sexy stuff! This is a PG-rated, all fluffy fun bonding trip. No seducing me into sexual activities with your well-affected, sloppy cuteness," he teased.

"Kissing is hardly sex."

"It is if we start tongue-fucking each other!"

~*~

Tim let out an ugly snort before he contain it and Jason burst out laughing, which set him off laughing as well. “O-okay, okay, so… so b-bonding,” Tim choked out between laughs. “We hiked up here, we set up camp, started a fire, ate dinner, made s'mores… Now what? Do we sing campfire songs and cuddle? Or is cuddling too sexual? ‘Kumbaya’ sound good to you?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Yes to cuddling - jeez, I think we can manage to sit together and hold hands without it turning into a porno for the bears, ya know - but no to singing. We came out here work on our relationship, so I guess that means we should, I dunno, talk or something.”

“About what?”

“About the things we never talk about,” Jason replied soberly, “The stuff we never get around to or the stuff we are afraid to talk about or-”

“So like… things we want to work on?”

“Yeah, or things that are bothering you, all the things tha-”

“A gun safe.”

Jason blinked and tilted his head quizzically. Tim’s expression had taken on a serious, contemplative cast. “If you’re going to sleep in my apartment - the real one, the one that 'Tim Wayne’ walks in and out of in broad daylight - and bring guns over then you need to help me pick out a gun safe for you to store them in,” Tim explained, meeting his gaze firmly. “It’s great that you’re storing the ammo away from the weapons and keeping the safeties on and all of that, but I need more if you’re going to keep guns at my place on a regular basis. At any of my places - apartment, safehouses, or my cave.”

Jason nodded. “I can do that.” Tim’s expression lightened and he nodded his appreciation. Jason took a moment to compose himself then blurted out,

“Date nights.”

“Date nights?”

“I love patrolling with Red Robin then crashing at your place afterwards, but that’s not 'dating’,” he informed Tim bluntly. “Eating dinner and chatting it up on a stakeout is not a 'date’ and fixing up each other’s wounds might be re-bonding flesh, but it’s not 'bonding’,” he explained, doing his utmost to keep his tone even and unemotional.

He’d been sitting on these complaints for a long time, not wanting to seem too demanding or needy, so it was tough to not let it burst out all at once. “I know you’re a busy man, and you do fantastic work, but sometimes I feel like you’re all 'go, go, go’ and there’s never really any time to take a break. Like there’s never any time for 'us’.”

Tim’s face crumpled in dismay. “Jason…”

“I’m not finished,” he said, holding up a hand. Tim waited, his hurt expression screaming concern. “All of that was fine before, when we were just feelin’ this out, figuring things out between us, but I feel like we’re ready to go further than that. That’s why I asked for this trip, that’s why I wanted us to talk seriously about what we need from each other. So…yeah. Date nights,” he finished lamely, leaning back with a sigh.

“I… yeah. No. Definitely. We can do that,” Tim replied faintly, looking sick.

Jason frowned. “Are you sure? You don’t look all to keen on the idea…”

“No, I…” Tim closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, swallowing convulsively. When he opened his eyes again it was with a pained, apologetic expression. “I’m just so sorry you felt that way. I had no idea. If I had known-”

“Hey. Tim. Man. Chill, okay?” Jason reached out and grasped his hand, squeezing gently. “Breathe. I’m not mad and, like I said, that was fine before. We were keepin’ casual and that’s fine. I just… moving forward I want more. That’s all,” he reassured him, lifting their hands and giving them a little shake as he smiled down at Tim gently. Tim relaxed only slightly and smiled back weakly, as if not entirely convinced yet. Jason huffed a laugh and pulled their hands into his lap.

“Besides, even if I was upset about this - and I’m not - we came out here to talk things out, right? It’s okay for us to be honest and express what we’re really feeling, even the negative things, as long as we communicate and work together to get to a better place. Right?

Tim’s searching stare could have bored holes into the rock beneath them, but eventually he seemed to find whatever he was looking for behind Jason’s eyes and relaxed with a barely perceptible sigh. “Yeah, I guess as long as we’re here and in the mood to be open with each other we should try to discuss as many of our concerns and needs as we can, so we can work them out now before they become issues later.” He squeezed Jason’s hand gently, as if looking for confirmation.

Jason took the cue and squeezed Tim’s hand firmly, knocking it against their legs as he leaned into him playfully. “Exactly. Sorry, if I scared you. I just get intense, you know?”

“Y-yeah,” Tim replied breathlessly, swinging their hands and shooting him a sly grin. “I get pretty intense sometimes too.”

“S'all good,” Jason replied, pressing a soft kiss into Tim’s hair. “As long as we’re on the same page, it’s all good.”

Tim nodded and for a few minutes they both stared into the crackling flames of their campfire without speaking. Jason enjoyed the quiet moments sharing each other’s warmth and that of the fire; it was a comfortable, companionable silence. Jason could just make out the yips of a few coyote in the distance and at one point the howls of far-off wolves. After a few minutes Tim shifted.

“So… does this count as a date?” Tim asked, something about his tone making Jason draw back to get a good look at him. Tim was sporting a grin that he tried to hide by turning his face toward the flames.

“Yes. Yes, it is,” Jason replied slowly, biting off each word carefully. “But this is a special kind of date, a date weekend. Don’t think this counts for the next three weeks or some shit like that!”

“So we’re gonna do one date night per week?”

“At least. We’ll start out once a week and adjust from there.”

Tim smiled up at him in earnest. “Sounds good to me. What about these special date weekends? How often are we going to do these?”

“As often as I can drag you away from your precious duties, you crazy work-a-holic,” Jason replied blithely. “Let’s aim once every other month.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Tim replied, before turning back to the fire and yawning so widely Jason swore he heard his jaw crack.

“You know what else sounds like a plan? Sleeping. Let’s turn in, Timbo,” Jason said, standing with a stretch that popped several tendons and joints across his back, hips and knees. Ahhhh, the perks of being a vigilante!

“But it’s only nine o’ clock.”

“Yeah, but it’s pitch black out here and you’ve been averaging four hours a night for the last week and a half. Time to go pay off your sleep debt,” Jason replied, grabbing Tim’s wrists and levering him up.

Tim allowed it, but once he passed vertical he sagged limply into Jason’s chest and peered up at him from under his eyebrows, batting his eyelashes ridiculously. “You just want to get me into your sleeping bag, you horn dog.”

Jason laughed out loud. “I’m the horn dog? You’re the one who keeps throwing yourself at me.”

Tim grinned sleepily. “Guilty. Okay. Let’s sleep, that way we’ll be fully rested when I make you teach the birds how to sing come sunrise.”

“Tim!”

[sammyhale]

J2 JIBCon 2017 Second Saturday Panel

At the beginning of the panel Jared sits on Jensen’s knee and then his phone falls out of his pocket lol.

J2 are given a toy mic and they proceed to throw it in the air for each other so they can kick it around lol.

Jensen: Hey Jared. Jared: Hey Jensen. Do you have a joke about alligators? Jared: What do you call a crocodile in a vest? An investigator. Jensen: Welcome to the dad joke segment of the day. It’s gonna be a punny night. 

Will they do Tough Mudder again? Jensen: We’d love to. Asks the fans to write their wives and ask for some time off. Fans offer to babysit. They will do it again but don’t know when or where but Jensen thinks they will do it again. Jared: Team Naked. 

Jensen looks at Jared and says “hang on.” He reaches to grab a fuzz or a hair that’s on Jared’s chin. Jared attempts to lick him but not before Jensen is able to snatch it lol. Jared laughs gleefully, then tells a story about when J2, Gen and Danneel were out and dinner and Jensen was getting something off of Jared’s face and Jared did the same thing (licking his hand). Jensen: Both of our wives were like, what is wrong with you guys? :P Boys are cracking up.

Fan is asking if there was ever a scene or storyline they read that made them think, yes, this is exactly what my character is. Jared: That’s a fucking great question. The boys talk to each other for a few seconds before Jensen says for this season in particular, Regarding Dean was one of his favorite episodes of the season and series. Because it gave him range of play and allowed him to go from dramatic, emotional to funny and ridiculous. It was a lot of fun. 

Jared: Yeah, and he was great. For Jared, he goes back to Heart, mentions there are some recent ones. Jensen: What was that, like season 3? Jared: Two. Jensen: Two? So 10 years ago you did something you were proud of? Jared: Yep. Did you not? Jensen: No, man. I get better with age. 

Jared mentions Heart, I Know What You Did Last Summer, Sacrifice, Red Meat. Jensen: I will say one thing about this one (Jared) and I’ve said this before. Jensen talks about The End, how it’s one of his favorite episodes of the whole series. He knew it was gonna be a heavy episode. Had to play two different versions of Dean opposite each other. He really worked hard on it, did a lot of homework and prep. It was very difficult. Jensen: and then, asshole here shows up like day 8 in his white suit as Lucifer and like nails it, like out of the park nails it. Well, that just became Jared’s best episode.

As Jensen is praising Jared, Jared is staring at the ground shyly. He nudges and pats Jensen a couple times in thanks. 

Fan says she loved the finale, is wondering if the goggle scene was scripted or improv? It was not scripted. Jared and Jensen were asked to break through a wall that was 18 inches of real concrete. They had them test hitting the concrete. There was a ton of debris flying at them. The boys were like, asking two Texans to do this? Challenge accepted! 

They didn’t ask for goggles at first. Jensen got some debris in his eye. Stunt coordinator came in and said: “These guys get eye-wear, period.” He said they would put in stunt doubles if they didn’t have goggles because it became a safety issue. They were “beating the shit” out of the wall. Their props lady, Robin, found some old school leather goggles. Even with the goggles on, Jensen would hit and kind of turn away because the rock was like cutting his face. They were going at it. The crew had told them: You can’t get through this. J2 looked at each other like, let’s do it. Jensen: You don’t challenge us with like physical feats. They were beating on the wall longer than what was shown in the episode. They were proud and they broke through. The set design and art department were like how did you break through 18 inches of concrete in like 60 seconds? Jensen: ‘Cause we’re awesome, that’s why. Jared: I believe we said, because we’re not the Losechesters. J2 both do a mic drop. 

Question about their friendship. Boys joke that their relationship is like a friendship prison for 12 years. They then answer seriously. Jared: “You know what’s fun? Somebody told me one time that their definition of friendship was when you could be around somebody and be silent. He and I fly a lot together from Vancouver to Austin...and a lot of times we’ll be around each other for 3, 4, 5 hours with not a word said. And it’s not weird.” Jared says it’s one of the coolest things for him. There’s no need to fill any void. They get each other. Maybe they’re reading scripts, watching a movie, etc. Jared loves being able to “experience this cool life with somebody” that you don’t have to talk to. Jared knows that sounds weird, but he means it. They can be together in that silence when one of them is tired or doing something, and feel absolutely comfortable and not awkward. Jared pats Jensen’s chest. 

Jensen answers by saying that he and Jared have a shorthand of communication that exists between them. Jensen: “It really makes the relationship easy and, you know, comfortable. He and I have quite a shorthand.” Jared demonstrates how they know each other so well that Jensen can be like hey candy and toss it at Jared and Jared will catch it no problem because he knew it was coming. Jared tosses Jensen candy on stage and Jensen catches it. Jared: “Like that kind of shit.” Jensen: “I knew he was gonna throw that. Like oh, here we go, and there it is. 

Jensen: “There is a shorthand between he and I that exists. We don’t have to look at each other, we don’t have to say anything, it’s a real friendship. And it’s a real connection with another human being that is rare and it’s cool and great and I’m glad that he’s in my life.” <3

Jared is looking at the ground again and gives Jensen another pat on the chest. 

A fan says Sam and Dean and Jared goes: Salmon Dean? ;) 

Fan asks about Cas’ death scene. Jensen says what was going through his mind was that it was 5 in the morning and he was tired and wanted to go home and Misha was really making a meal out of it and it “was like God, just die, so we can go home and be done with this.” Jensen says in all seriousness that it was a hard scene because the brothers didn’t have a lot of time to react to everything that had happened; the brothers didn’t process what had just happened. Probably get more of that reaction in season 13. Jared: Or not lol. 

Jared says it was a hard scene to shoot, lots of stuff going on and it was discombobulated. Jared talks about how life doesn’t always happen how you expect it to. Jared enjoyed the abrupt, abrasive nature of Cas dying the way he did because it goes along with what life is like, how things can happen suddenly. They’re interested to see what happens in the first script of next season. 

Jensen: Hey Jared, give me your best Irish accent. Jared: Is anyone here from Ireland? I’m so sorry. He gives a ‘performance’ of his Irish accent, which includes singing about lucky charms and doing a little jig, with Jensen assisting by holding up his mic. Jensen says that it’s impossible for Jared not to moves his knees when he does it lol. 

J2 then discover the wheel on the corner of the stage, which the they spin to tell them what to do. Jensen: Hey Jared. He spins the wheel and music starts playing. Jared makes it land on the card telling them to drink, so Jensen takes a drink. This is repeated a few more times until Jared is laughing so hard he collapses on the ground. Jensen says he doesn’t want to play anymore because the “apple juice” is going to his head lol. 

Jensen looks over at a fan at the mic and asks: “Did we answer your question?” not realizing that the fan hasn’t asked one yet lmao. 

J2 start cracking up again. Jensen stands back up and once again spins the wheel while he and Jared dance to the music. This time Jared drinks. They are putting that whiskey to good use. 

A fan asks a would you rather question and Jared responds with one of his own instead. Whispers to Jensen and asks the fan: Would you rather audibly fart every time you said the word ‘the’ or have to pay $10 every time you say the word ‘and’? The fan chooses fart and Jared says Yes! But Jensen seems disappointed with her answer lol. This all results in Jensen saying Hey Jared, sticking his finger out, and having him pull his finger. 

More spinning of the wheel and dancing ensues. 

There’s a guitar on stage and Jensen grabs it. Jensen grabs it and says: “Hey Jared. Come here and sing something for me.” He says that when Jared spun the wheel it landed on sing or dance. “You spun the wheel, brother.” 

Jensen tries to get Jared to sing as he plays the guitar a bit, but Jared is obviously feeling shy about it. Instead, he messes around with the cards on the wheel. He grabs the one that says to imitate someone else so he impersonates Jensen. He then grabs one that says “Surprise” and presses it against Jensen’s crotch - who doesn’t even flinch and just keeps playing the guitar with a smile on his face while Jared puts the “drink” sign on his own crotch and wanders around the stage. 

Jensen says “Hey Jared” and plays a little song for a second. He then says that having the fans show up is a pleasure in their lives and thanks them. 

Jared removes the sign he put on Jensen as he talks.

Panel ends with Jensen saying that “maybe, just maybe, this *strums the guitar once* will turn into something a little bit more” tomorrow. 

Jensen gives love to the fans, Jared blows the fans kisses and follows Jensen off the stage, giving him a slap on the butt on the way. 

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