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thaliagrayce · 3 years

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if u still want prompts too: nico introducing his two puppies to each other, jason and cerberus

for you, ren??? anything. i hope you like this.

Jason was pretty sure he was justified in being nervous about Meet The Parents night. Yes, he lo— He liked Nico a lot, and wanted to meet the people who were important to him, and wanted to support him in every facet of his life. His dad was scary, though.

And also Lord of the Underworld, who refused to come up to the surface to meet his son’s boyfriend. Probably for stupid power reasons. Jason really didn’t want to go to the Underworld before he absolutely had to, but.

It was for Nico.

“Just to be sure—you’re sure he’ll let me come back again?”

Jason couldn’t see Nico’s face, but he could still sense his eye roll as the two of them approached the pile of rocks that was supposedly an entrance to Hades—the domain, not the god.

“If he doesn’t, he’s going to regret it. I can be very annoying when I put my mind to it.” Nico looked back to Jason, his eyes soft around the edges. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” He held his hand out, and Jason gratefully took it. The warmth was a comfort, but the knowledge that Nico was close, that Nico would stay close no matter what happened down there, was more so. He gave a gentle squeeze.

“I—” Jason cleared his throat. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s go.”

They needed music for this entrance, apparently. Exceptionally good music, maybe. Maybe just exceptionally emotional? Jason didn’t understand it completely, but that was okay, as long as Nico knew what he was doing. He seemed to. After squeezing Jason’s hand in return, he pulled the two of them toward the rocks and glanced back, just for a moment, before he began to sing.

Jason had heard Nico sing a few times before—in the privacy of his own cabin, when he got Loopy tired, and even a few times, very quietly, at the campfire at night—but he always wanted to hear more. Nico’s voice wasn’t the kind of voice that you would hear on the radio, but it carried more emotion than any top 40’s hit Jason had ever heard. It was rough, a little scratchy around the edges, and flitted from place to place with both ease and suddenness—like a butterfly in flight, or maybe a hummingbird. He was a tenor, but usually stayed close to his lower register.

Now, though, he cleared his throat a few times and started into something higher than usual. Jason couldn’t understand all of what he was singing. It was in Italian, and as much as Jason was proud of his progress in the language so far, he wasn’t quite good enough to be able to understand all the words while he was focused on his boyfriend’s voice and the way his face looked while he sang. His eyes were closed, which was probably good—he might have been embarrassed with the intensity of Jason’s gaze.

Oh well. Jason wasn’t about to look away. Nico had something of a smile around his mouth and eyes as he sang, not enough to throw off the vowels, but enough to make the song itself sound happier. It was a lullaby, probably, based on the notes and the basic rhyme scheme that even Jason could pick up. It was soft and comforting and Jason loved—he loved the song. It was very pretty.

He didn’t even see the first rocks shifting, he was so focused on the way Nico turned breath into music. He only broke out of his reverie because Nico nudged him, eyes still closed but eyebrows drawn together.

Right. He wasn’t just here to watch Nico sing all day. There was more on the agenda.

The rocks in front of him shuddered, scraping and grinding across each other as they moved. Darkness peeked out from behind them, and Jason’s grip tightened.

Nico grasped back and continued to sing, slightly louder, slightly fuller. The rocks rolled away to reveal an entrance that was little more than a crack, but Jason would be able to fit through it if he squeezed. Nico wouldn’t have any problem.

The last notes of the lullaby faded out and Nico opened his eyes, zeroing in on the entrance immediately. He grinned.

Jason couldn’t quite bury the urge to kiss him, but he knew that there was no time to get distracted, so he brought their still-entwined hands to his lips instead. It was enough.

“C’mon, the doors will close soon. Let’s go.”

To say the walk down to the Underworld was dark would be a gross understatement. It was the darkest thing Jason had ever experienced, a darkness that felt physical, felt as if it were pressing in on him more for each step he descended. He knew better than to look back toward the entrance, but he couldn’t feel or sense any light behind him, any hint of sky. Underground was very much not his favorite place.

Nico was still holding his hand, though. His touch was warm and grounding, his fingers thinner than Jason’s, bonier but no less calloused. Their hands, in Jason’s opinion, fit together perfectly. It was enough to make Jason keep walking down these endless stairs.

Eventually, he could see a hint of light ahead of them—or maybe his eyes had just adjusted to the lack of light so much that he had gained the ability to see in the dark. He wasn’t entirely sure which one was more probable.

Either way, as they approached, Jason started to make out individual stairs. He could see Nico’s silhouette in front of him, dark, wavy hair catching what little red-tinged light there was. He would follow that silhouette anywhere.

They finally got to the bottom of the stairs. Jason blinked a few times, adjusting to the light—there really wasn’t much in the Underworld (he was in the Underworld!), but it was still a lot more than Orpheus’ staircase. It left him feeling a little disoriented.

Nico seemed just fine beside him, though. Jason tried to focus on his light smile as he got used to the low light and stale air.

They had come out right next to a grand set of gates, and Jason could see lines of—smudges? Smoke?—extending for as far as he could see on the other end.

He realized with a lurch to his stomach that the smudges were souls, actually. He was looking at souls as they lined up for judgment, and from this angle, they looked no more distinct than the smoke that rose from the campfire on particularly low-energy nights at Camp Half-Blood.

He would end up like that someday.

Nico tightened his grip before Jason could get too into his own head, though. He pulled Jason closer to the gates, and Jason couldn’t resist.

“Oh, I forgot this entrance came out on this side… He should still be close…” Nico started mumbling as they approached the gates, and Jason tried very, very hard not to be distracted at the seemingly endless line of dead people they were getting closer to. This was a natural and necessary part of life, and people had to go somewhere after they died, but Jason hadn’t really thought about it before. Not like this, at least. The dead souls weren’t a bad thing, he told himself. They just were. This was another part of life, one that he would have to deal with someday. These weren’t people that needed his help. These were people in line for the afterlife DMV.

That helped a little. The thought that he was here to meet his wonderful boyfriend’s terrifying father, who could very easily turn him into one of those shades if he made a bad impression, also helped.

“Ah! There he is!”

Jason whipped around to where Nico was looking, eyes wide, terrified at the thought that Lord Hades himself was right there at the gates, passing judgment on the shades.

It was not Hades. Nico was smiling one of Jason’s favorite smiles, the one that Nico wore around Mrs. O’Leary and the campers who were probably too young to be there, but were there and needed role models anyway. He not only looked happy, but also genuinely excited—he actually wanted to spend time with whatever he was smiling at, and he wasn’t afraid that whatever it was would end up rejecting him. It was a good smile, wide and open, showing his crooked teeth without self-consciousness.

Jason followed Nico’s smile and found himself looking at the biggest Rottweiler he’d ever seen in his life. It was maybe thirty feet tall, its barrel chest solid muscle, its leather collar generously spiked. It also had three heads.

“Cerberus!” Nico sounded more excited to see the dog than he was to see most people aboveground. The dog was a little scary, yeah, but that fact alone was pretty cute. If Nico loved the gigantic three-headed guard dog of the Underworld this much, Jason figured it was alright.

Nico looked back at him, the skin around his eyes still wrinkled in his smile. “This is my dog. He’s kind of big, but don’t let that fool you. He’s a big softie.”

Jason felt his mouth turn up at the corners. He’d never heard Cerberus described as a softie before, but he’d never heard about Cerberus from someone who actually knew him, either. If Nico wasn’t worried, he wouldn’t be, either.

He looked at the dog, who had two heads turned toward the two of them. Both of them were cocked, sniffing at the newcomers. Its stump of a tail was wiggling a bit—he must have caught scent of Nico, but he couldn’t have identified Jason yet. Jason held out his hand, suddenly wishing he had thought to pack dog treats or a gigantic rope toy or something into his backpack alongside the “thank you for having me please don’t smite me on the spot” gifts he’d brought for Hades and Persephone.

One of Cerberus’ heads lowered enough to sniff at his hand curiously, his breath strong enough to wash over all of Jason. It was, frankly, a little gross.

He liked dogs, though. He’d been through this before.

After a sniff or two, the second head was right there, vying for space close to Jason. He pulled Nico in close, to make sure that he smelled at least a little familiar to Cerberus. He made a loud sniffing noise right back, even though it was almost useless to him and he could hear Nico trying to muffle a snicker next to him. It was important, okay? Cerberus had to know that Jason was investigating him just as much as he was investigating Jason.

Something about Jason must have come across as good, because the two heads closest to him lowered and he bowed a bit, more like a puppy ready to play than anything respectful. When Jason glanced toward the rest of his body, Cerberus’ tail was going hard enough to make his entire backside wag back and forth. The third head, which had been staunchly looking over the shades awaiting judgement, looked a lot more interested in the proceedings between its other heads and Jason than its sworn duty.

That was a good sign, probably. Jason lifted his hand a bit more, letting what little air currents he could find down here boost him taller in order to scratch under the nearest chin he could reach.

He didn’t go so high as to drop Nico’s hand, though. He made sure of that.

Cerberus gave two more heavy snuffs at him—one from each head paying attention to him—before the leftmost head lolled out its tongue and lunged in to lick Jason’s face. It accidentally got the rest of his body, too. An understandable mistake. Its tongue was about the same size as Jason.

The first indicator he had of Nico laughing at him wasn’t sound, but instead was a slight trembling from where their hands were still connected. He looked back to see Nico hiding the lower half of his face behind his free hand, but he couldn’t hide his eyes. They curled into crescent moons, and the corners of them cut deep into the surrounding skin. The laugh was silent, but obvious.

It was a comfort. Jason let himself smile.

“Something funny to you, di Angelo?”

Nico moved his hand to the back of his neck absentmindedly, pausing here and there along the way. His smile hadn’t left his face.

“You’re good with dogs.”

Jason snorted and turned back to Cerberus, moving his hand to scritch the other head’s chin. The third head was looking a lot more interested in the proceedings at this point, giving Jason the sad eyes.

“I would hope so. Lupa would be pretty disappointed in me if I’d forgotten how to speak wolf.”

The head that he’d focused his attention on closed its eyes in contentment, leaning onto Jason’s hand hard enough to push him back to the ground. He had to brace himself against the floor in order to not be knocked over by the enthusiasm of the dog’s happiness. The third head finally gave up watching the lines of souls and inched closer to Jason, giving a few cursory sniffs of its own.

This felt easy. It felt comfortable. Jason knew how to interact with dogs, he knew how to act and what to do. Dogs were a lot more straightforward than humans, let alone gods.

“Well then.” Something about Nico’s voice made Jason turn to meet his eye, though his hand still worked where it was. Cerberus let out a low whine of happiness.

“You’ve passed the test. My favorite family member already likes you.”

Jason paused his motions for a moment to stare at Nico, his mischievous smile, the deep lines around his eyes, the faint dimples in his cheeks. He was the brightest point in their dark surroundings, and here he was, still trying to calm Jason’s nerves.

Jason loved—

He loved that smile. It meant Nico was happy, relaxed, comfortable enough to tease Jason. It was a good smile. Jason loved it when Nico was comfortable. He swallowed around the lump in his throat.

Cerberus nudged his hand with its nose—he wasn’t entirely sure which one—and it was enough to make him resume his scritches, though he didn’t look away from his boyfriend. Nico had already promised that this trip was going to turn out alright.

Jason believed him.

#mj talks #jasico #ariihen #me: oh i just wanna write short drabbles it's gonna be fun!!#me almost 2.5k later: perhaps i should rethink my definition of a drabble #ANYWAY #i hope u liked it ren #i was v happy to write it :)#also No they have not said 'i love you' to each other and Yes jason had to hold himself back from saying multiple times here #lmao forgot that i had a tag for writing #my writing

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danielslilangel · 4 years

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In the Middle is How I Like It pt. 1

Part One Part Two Part Three

I had been working on solo ship smut pieces but I read a fic the other day involving Jason and Tim being together because of Marinette (I can’t remember who wrote it or where I found it so if I remember I will give credit to the writer!) Anyway, that story sparked an idea for a Jay/Mari/Tim fic. Yes, they’re brothers on paper but i liked how her story kind of ignored that so I’m gonna just do the same XD Not sure how long it’ll end up being but i have a few scenes planned. This is just the opening scene so nothing Mature here... but be warned, there will be Mature/Explicit content in future updates. I’m not a fan of trying to format things on AO3 but eventually it will get put on there. Enjoy?

Marinette giggled at the latest thing the man to her left was saying before taking another pink Princess shot off the bar top and downing it. As soon as she put the empty glass back where it came from, the man on her right captured her attention once more with a compelling story on why he had come to Paris in the first place.

It had been a rough day in the office as she sorted through the newest flood of commissions that had dropped in her inbox after the latest article on MCD was published in an American magazine and she really wasn’t complaining about the amount of work she had to do over the next few months- really, she loved the ideas her clients supplied her with and couldn’t wait to get started on all of them, but a girl could love her job and was still entitled to a few drinks to help take the edge off of all the expectations being placed upon her.

It hadn’t taken long for Marinette to garner a lot of attention after arriving alone at the bar tonight. She had turned every single one of them away, nicely, of course, but there was just something about the latest two men who had approached her that had the black haired beauty allowing them to take a seat on either side of her and buy her a few shots.

It was pretty obvious from the glares they threw towards each other that the men knew one another somehow and their strange dynamic was part of the reason why Marinette was so interested in them. The other part of her intrigue stemmed from something much more basic… they were both fucking hot!

Timothy Drake had introduced himself first after ordering three shots of vodka that he promptly dumped into his thermos of what smelled like exceptionally strong coffee. He wasn’t tall by usual standards, but Marinette was short so she considered everyone tall by default. His dark hair and blue eyes drew her in and she had been unable to resist smiling up at him as he asked “is this seat taken?” He was apparently a CEO of a large American business which fascinated Marinette as he couldn’t have been more than twenty-three. When she said as much he laughed and told her that her skills of deduction were spot on and that he was indeed a young business man her age, but he had help getting the job as it was his father’s company he ran.

“Not that I don’t absolutely deserve the position. I worked hard to convince him to give me a chance. I have quite a few degrees and have helped the company grow exponentially since I took over for Dad.” His voice wasn’t smug or boastful at all as he told her about himself and it was quite refreshing for Mari. She was used to the air of diva that often surrounded those with wealthy parents. After all, she had gone to school with Chloe Bourgeois all those years.

Jason Todd had arrived about ten minutes after Tim and had captured Marinette’s attention as well, though he was almost as opposite from the other man as one could be. Tall and muscular with toxic green eyes that seemed to glow in the bar’s dim lighting and a rebellious white streak running through his black hair- everything about Jason screamed bad boy while everything about Tim screamed unknowingly-attractive nerd. Jason was unapologetically loud as he chucked his motorcycle helmet onto the wooden bar and ordered a Jack and Coke. His eyes surveyed the room in a practiced way that told Marinette he was accustomed to trouble before his gaze landed on her. His broody scowl instantly evaporated and a brilliant smile lit up his face as he plopped down on the stool next to the small Asian girl. She had expected a cheesy pickup line out of someone who looked and acted like him, but Jason surprised her by asking her name and what brought her to the bar tonight. Their conversation flowed with ease and she couldn’t help but laugh at the jokes he told.

As compelling as he was, she couldn’t forget about the man to her left and after enjoying some time getting to know Jason, Marinette leaned backwards to introduce the two men to one another. She quickly realized how unnecessary that was as they greeted one another briskly.

“Jay.”

“Timmy.”

She had been quickly caught up in a game of 'capture the girl's attention' and had been unable to figure out their connection to one another, but Marinette felt a growing suspicion in the back of her mind that seemed to be getting closer to confirmation as the two kept up their own conversations with her.

“Mhmm,” she nodded and agreed with whatever Jason had last said as she pulled out some bills from her handbag and placed them on the bar as payment for her drinks. She took a final sip of her pink lemonade martini and leaned back in the stool before pointing a manicured finger in the direction of both men. “So… you two know each other, right?”

The pair sighed in surround sound before answering “yes” in dulled unison.

“Right. So, have you guys ever…” she trailed off with a smirk on her face, her hands gesturing in a way that left no need to imagine what she was asking them about. “Cause I’m sensing some serious pent up energy here.”

Jason choked on his drink and nearly spit it out while Tim took a moment to chug the rest of his.

“Never,” they answered in unison again and it only made Mari's smile grow more feral as she hopped off the barstool, heels clicking against the tile, and straightened out her mini skirt.

“I guess that means the two of you would be opposed to joining me at my place tonight?” Her voice was nothing but soft and sweet even as her eyes drank in every inch of the men who were both stunned into silence and left blushing as she pulled out a single scrap of paper from her bag and jotted down her address before placing it upon the stool where she had sat. “When the two of you manage to pick your jaws up off of the floor, I hope you also manage to make your way here this evening. Au revoir.” She winked and waved at them before strutting out of the bar and to hail a cab to take her back to her loft.

I cannot believe I just invited both of them back to my place, she thought as the cold Parisian air nipped at her face, sobering her up just enough to process what she had actually just done. Oh God…

She was pulled out of her mental spiraling before it could begin by a large hand reaching around her to open the cab's door as it pulled up alongside the curve. She arched an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, genuinely surprised to see that Jason was to her right again. She was even more surprised to notice that Tim had appeared on her left. Neither men said a word or made eye contact as the three of them slid onto the back seat with Mari in the middle. In fact, the- thankfully- short and silent car ride was only interrupted by Marinette giving directions to the driver before settling back against the warm leather. She hadn’t exactly thought out her plan of asking them both back to her home and she still wasn’t really sure what was going to happen, but she felt the alcohol strengthening her resolve and she was not about to turn an opportunity like this down. Both men took up a lot of space so Marinette was quite smushed between them and could feel their warmth radiating throughout the tiny space and the close proximity made it hard to think about anything else but being between them.

“Merci.” She thanked the driver and passed over the payment for the ride before sliding out of the car after Tim who had reached a hand in to help her with her exit. She made it a few steps towards her door before looking back behind her and noticing the men standing still awkwardly alongside the road.

“You boys coming or will I have to do that alone tonight?”

More pink rose to the cheeks before they lurched forward in sync, following after the her like a pair of puppies.

#miraculust #miracusin #maribat #marinette dupein cheng #marinette x tim drake x jason todd #my writing #miraculous ladybug #Smut

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astyle-alex · 3 years

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[FANFIC - Destiel & JayTim]

Multiverse Mishap | DCU Bat Family x Supernatural

Fandom: DCU Bat Family x Supernatrual Pairings: Destiel, Jay x Tim Rating: Teen Warnings: Swearing, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Heavy Angst (with a happy ending), Implied Underage Prostitution Total Word Count: ~156k | SPN vers = 76k / Bat vers = 80k

Summary:

One slip up in the lab has Tim Drake careening into a new world where things are rather dramatically different from the world he’s used to. Fortunately, this is not his first rodeo. He knows how to handle this nonsense, more or less at least. Unfortunately, the people of the world he’s wound up in see things a little differently. And when Dick Grayson and Jason Todd mount an ill-conceived rescue mission, things get complicated very quickly.

When Team Free Will is at their lowest (well, their lowest as of YET, at least) with Castiel missing (and probably human), they get thrown a lifeline. Charlie calls with a lead on a strange young-man who bears a stunning resemblance to their MIA angel. Even with the world on a precipice around them, Sam and Dean won’t leave their angel out to dry—Dean especially has a few missteps he’d like to make up for… If only he could find some way to get through to one hella conked out Angel of the Lord.

This project started as a distraction and got WAY out of hand, but I’m actually really excited about it. I’ll be posting it as two separate stories on Ao3 (one form the Bat Family PoV and one from the SPN family PoV, both of which will be updating HERE...) with new chapters going up weekly, but only one chapter from each version.

As excited as I am about it, my schedule is currently in shambles because I got an opportunity to get the COVID Vaccine and it’s thrown my whole schedule into utter chaos. I’m hopeful that I’ll get back on track soon, but I can’t guarantee when I’ll be able to post here or on Ao3.

Since I can schedule posts on Patreon, that updating schedule will be much more definitively regular. The second chapters of each version are already available to Patrons and should open up to all viewers by Monday!

- Multiverse Mishap | SPN Vers - Chapter 2

- Multiverse Mishap | SPN Vers - Chapter 3

- Multiverse Mishap | Bat Vers - Chapter 2

Read the first chapter of the SPN version below (with Charlie playing a super spy and getting Sam & Dean a lead on a maybe-Castiel / maybe-alien-infiltrator) and I hope you all have a fabulous Easter Weekend (whether or not you celebrate religiously, you gotta admit the season-exclusive candy is pretty dang great!)! ^_~

A bit of fiddling, that’s all it was.

Well, that’s all it was supposed to be.

A device that plays with space-time and the very weave of whatever it was that spanned the gap between dimensions?

How could anyone just let something like that gather dust in an archive?

It functioned how it was meant to, it was only that what it was meant to do was cause harm… If they just tweaked it a bit, just a little, gave it an anchor point and limited the scale of possibilities… If they yanked down the juice that kept it powered to a more moderated level…

It could save lives.

So… fiddling.

Just a bit, here and there and on weekends when there wasn’t anything big going on.

The stupid thing wasn’t even turned on most of the time.

It was inert and dead as fricken paperweight (which honestly is what the fiddler in question had mostly been using it for)…

And then… it wasn’t.

One button, a loose screw, the slip of a paperclip…

A big flash of blinding light.

Silence, like the absolute nothing right before the tidal wave hits.

And in that silence, a tiny, over-caffeinated little voice:

“… Oops…”

_ _ _

Chapter 1 – MIA Angel or Alien Infiltrator?

Charlie Bradbury knows she’s awesome.

But there’s the standard awesome that any Queen of Moondoor is simply by nature of being epic enough to have achieved the throne to start with...

And then there’s the awesome that is having created a automated dark web trawling program to track the world’s Big Weirds (and only the very BIGGEST of the Big Weirds) and having that super secret extra level deep vault program actually work.

Well, of course it worked, but it like worked.

It found an Angel.

Sorta.

It found a something.

And an MIA angel, who was not exactly an angel anymore, but also couldn’t really pass as truly human, and who was still on like every watchlist ever (magical, criminal, meme-spirational, etc), but is somehow still entirely off the fricken radar?

Yeah. BIG Weird.

Said angel-not-angel popping up at a Biggerson’s in Ohio with no shoes, more money than god, an insane caffeine tolerance and absolutely no idea how to function inside a Walmart?

HELLA Big Weird.

So Charlie, being the awesome Queen that she is (and being acutely aware of what false hope here could do to the people in particular question with this) went to check it out herself.

Personally.

And, personally, she can say that this kid is the weirdest thing she’s ever seen, and after having day-tripped out to the literal Land of Oz a few times over… well, that’s sayin’ something.

Charlie’s met Castiel.

Not exactly her type, but she could see how that divine slice of puppy in a trench coat could be seen as something of a serious snack.

Though… If he weren’t an angel, she’d swear he was an alien.

But, like, a cool alien.

Much less spy-trained infiltrator than innocent human-admirer who wants to experience the local flavor on his little vacation out to the Milky Way’s most interesting backwater, Sol-3.

And the kid she finds in Ohio… is not that guy.

Not really.

For starters, she’s not entirely sure he’s old enough to drink alcohol.

And he’s… not looking for Sam and Dean ( which is seriously a BIG red flag for deciding whether this particular angel-not-angel is the right angel-not-angel).

He is looking for something, though.

Something he seems to think is in Kansas, near-ish enough to the Bunker’s coordinates to make her question the ‘not looking for Sam and Dean thing’ (but the absolute dinosaur of a smartphone he’s working on to pull up maps could totally just call the bunker, if he wanted to… or any of the plethora of emergency numbers the Boys have set up…).

Charlie’s looking on from a Very Inconspicuous post in the booth two tables away from the kid in the red hoodie and she can feel his frustration with the device radiating off him like physical Force pulses. Fortunately, proto-Sith this kid is not, and all the tables remain table-y.

She’s watching him fight with the internet to find something and his device’s crappy security means she didn’t even have to work hard to get her own screen to show what’s happening on his. He’s definitely looking at Kansas, at going to Kansas— Lebanon in particular.

Messy black hair, big blue eyes, grumpy face to rival any Netscape feline…

Looking for Lebanon and totally out of sync with humanity…

And… his oversized red hoodie just happens to have the 2-D rendering of a big black pair of wings stitched into its backside— stemming right from where they should on the kid’s shoulder blades if the wings were real.

Charlie’s not really gullible enough to believe in signs from God anymore…

But if she were… well, that would be pretty convincingly Divine Sign-like.

So, she makes the call.

Sam picks up on the third ring.

“So, you know how like the main character always has dramatically weird colored hair and sits in the second to last desk by the window?”

With a heavy sigh filled with enough affection to make Charlie’s insides feel all squiggly and warm, Sam says, “No, Charlie, I have absolutely no idea.”

“Well, they do.”

“Okay. And?”

“They are Narrative Significant, they stick out from the background in like a big way, but not just in like a ‘doing main character things’ kinda way,” Charlie rambles, trying to find her point buried under the spiraling metaphor.

“Charlie, do you know what time it is?”

“Uh, 2, maybe, 3am. I think. But that may have been like three coffees ago,” Charlie prattles off automatically before veering back on track, “Anyway. The point is that I think I found a main character. He’s not the character I thought he should be, though. He doesn’t look right. He’s too young. And no trench coat. But he is hella out of sync… and the blue eyes and black hair and everything else…”

There’s a pause as Sam’s non-caffeinated brain tries to keep up with Charlie’s infodump.

“Trench coat?”

“I think I found him, Sam,” Charlie whispers. “I think I found Castiel. Well, I found someone weird enough to maybe be Castiel, in the Castiel kind of way, and he’s looking for a way to get to Lebanon, so…”

Much more alert, Sam asks, “Where are you?”

“Ohio. Quaint little place called Granville,” Charlie reports. “It’s a pretty straight shot to the Bunker, but it’s like 14 hours on the road and I’m not sure the gods of caffeine consumption will really be cool with me pushing their bounty that hard…”

“Don’t try too hard to get him to go anywhere with you, see if you can just offer to pay for a motel room for the night,” Sam instructs, the sounds of a pack being prepped with one hand clanging about in the background. “We’ll be in Granville before noon.”

“What if he really wants to head out?”

“Take it slow and text us when you get gas, we’ll meet you in Indianapolis.”

He’s using ‘Serious Sam’ voice.

It’s the voice that makes panicking bunny rabbits being chased by wendigos settle down for half a second so Dean can frickin torch those ghost-y cannibal creepers.

Only, in this case, the wendigos aren’t cannibal forest ghosts chomping down on campers. This time, the Big Bad that Dean is unequivocally about to destroy is approximately 909 miles of US Highway 36.

It makes Charlie feel a little bit better about nearly everything that’s wrong.

She hangs up with Sam after promising to keep the updates coming, and looks back at the kid who could be Castiel.

Only to find him looking back.

For a minute, she’s worried that he heard her talking to Sam about him.

But he seems kinda zonked.

And he doesn’t look upset or embarrassed or angry, so…

She is the only other person on this side of the Biggerson’s, (and really she’s the only non-staff member in this Biggerson’s all told besides the kid himself), so it’s really not that strange for her to be the dust mote in motion that’s wound up drawing the kid’s eye.

He’s not really expressing anything.

He’s just looking.

It’s weird.

Whelp, he’s got that creepy unblinking stare down pat, bird-like head-tip and all.

The kind of stare that’s not angry or judgmental but feels more clinical than anything else, like he’s seeing through the bones and skin and sinew to the soul that’s underneath.

Dissecting it and diagnosing it…

It makes her shiver.

But she plasters on a smile and says, “Hey. You wanna refill?”

The kid looks down at his empty coffee cup.

He blinks, real slow like.

Then he nods.

Relief floods Charlie.

Step One, making with the contact with the Target. Check.

In her experience that’s usually been the hardest part of these things.

Not that she really has much experience in ‘these things’…

But still, Score 1 for the Queen, yeah?

She signals to a waitress for two more cups of coffee, shots of espresso boosting both of them. It’s like a weird AU of a sleezy bar beat, a remixed mark meets con-woman kinda thing.

“So, kid, what’s your name?”

“Shouldn’t you tell me yours first?”

Charlie shrugs. “Well, generally yeah, that is the convention. But I like being unconventional, I guess.”

Really, it’s that she hasn’t quite decided what name to give him.

He blinks expectantly, head tipping over again.

Realizing that she’s already giving up ground in this pseudo-battle of wills and whatnot, Charlie sighs heavily and says, “I’m Charlie, Charlie Bradbury. Geek extraordinaire.”

The kid nods, visibly internalizing the information.

Trying really hard not to be perturbed by that, Charlie barrels on to say, “I see that tablet of yours is gone a bit wonky. You looking for something in Kansas? I might be able to fix your tech or find what you’re looking for with mine.”

“My tablet…” With big owl eyes, the kid glances down at the piece of crap barely smart enough to call a screen and gives a plaintive little huff. “It is… insufficient.”

Charlie gives a laugh that only sounds two-thirds forced and says, “Understatement, buddy. You’re grand at it.”

The kid simply frowns.

“So,” she says, drum-rolling her fingers on the plastic tabletop as she leans into the leading questions. “Tell me what’s your name and what you’re looking for in Kansas and we’ll see if I can work my magic, huh?”

The kid’s eyes narrow suspiciously on the word ‘magic’, but he gives no other reaction.

For a solid minute, easy, they just kinda sit there.

And then the kid downs a full cup of espresso-boosted coffee like it’s a bottle of watered down Gatorade and flashes Charlie the stiffest stretch of smile she’s ever seen on any face that still looks mostly-human.

“My name’s Alvin,” he tells her with all the bland panache of a used car salesman. “Alvin Draper. And honestly? I’m looking for a hole in the universe.”

Charlie almost bursts out laughing.

The kid— Alvin— spots the reaction. He glowers, quite impressively, to be honest.

“Well, Alvin, that’s the fakest fake-name I’ve ever heard, but I think I can help with the ‘hole in the universe’ thing,” she tells him.

Alvin’s frowning again, it’s adorable and endearing in ways it really shouldn’t be.

“One problem, though,” she lays out. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific about which hole in the universe or tear in the fabric of reality your talking about.”

Taken entirely aback, Alvin huffs, “Is it a commonplace occurrence to have your universe ripped open, then?”

“Well, not exactly. It’s more like our universe is the knit-scarf version of a life-raft,” Charlie explains, wheezing a bit as the metaphor sinks perfectly into a crack she didn’t quite realize she still needed to find a way to fill. “Things here aren’t… Well, uh, how many apocalypses have you fended off this week?”

“You’re really just gonna roll with the implicit declaration that I’m from another universe and you’re not going to question my sanity?”

Alvin looks like he’s suddenly questioning her sanity.

For a beat, Charlie feels insulted.

But really, his reaction is the more logical one.

Maybe Charlie should start trying to talk to more normies here soon, she’s totally lost touch with what constitutes a ‘reasonable reaction to weird shit’.

“Whelp, I’m not a Time Lord or anything,” she confesses, “but I’ve had enough contact with the Supernatural to know how to spot someone who’s brushed up against something ugly in the dark and is kinda freaking out about it. You fit the bill, Alvin.”

The kid rolls his eyes.

It could be an angel-learned-it-from-Dean thing, it really could be.

The weight of the sarcasm is just that strong.

“Fine, yes. ‘Alvin’ is not my real name,” he admits.

Then he casts a wicked smile her way that almost makes her rethink the ‘learned it from Dean’ idea, because this is… creepy in an almost Demon kinda way… in an almost Leviathan way. The grin is so unnerving that Charlie almost misses his next words:

“But you know, I’m pretty damn sure that ‘Charlie’ isn’t yours.”

“Yeah? Well, darn. Ya got me,” she breathes, trying to make herself remember that the Leviathan are gone, that she didn’t even see Cas when he was one of them.

In any other circumstance, Charlie would be reaching for the Borax.

But this angel-not-angel (and maybe-but-probably-not-demon-or-leviathan) kid whose name is definitely not Alvin, notices her sudden stiffness.

Immediately, he softens.

“Hey, what happened? You okay?”

Charlie shrugs. “You wouldn’t happen to be allergic to a certain 19th century boron-containing sodium compound, would ya?”

“Sodium borate? Like Borax? Can’t say I am,” the kid assures. “Any particular reason?”

“Uh, the word ‘Leviathan’ mean anything to you? Like specific, human-livestock-eating, double-tongued with lots of teeth lizard-men people-imitators specific? ‘Cause you just really reminded me of one there. And like I had a friend go Darkside… well, a lotta my friends have actually gone Darkside, but there was one and he… he’s missing still and well, bad things happen to my friends when they go missing.”

“Like apocalypses?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Really? Literal apocalypses? How exactly literal?”

“Um, pick a holy book at random? We’ve probably hit most of them by now,” Charlie admits, with a discomfited shrug as she vaguely wonders how she ended up on this side of the metaphorical interrogation table. “I think the first one was the Judeo-Christian one, they took things pretty literal. Michael-Lucifer prize fight and all…”

“Okay…” the kid says, finally sounding a little thrown, “but you stopped that one?”

“Yeah,” she tells him.

“So where are you now?”

“Somewhere between God’s little sister throwing a world-ending temper tantrum and you know a Luci-spawn antichrist accidentally poof-ing up new laws of physics?”

“Sounds plausible,” the kid tells her, his tone both entirely accepting of it as the gospel truth and sounding like he thinks she’s totally bonkers.

“No, it really doesn’t,” Charlie sighs. “Doesn’t change the fact it’s true. But enough about me and my world-ending escapades. How about your hole in the universe?”

“That’s the thing… See, I don’t remember.”

“What?”

“I don’t remember how I got here, I just remember that I don’t belong,” the kid confesses, sounding a lot more like he’s being honest than before. “I’m not supposed to be here, but I can’t explain what might be able to bring me back.”

“So, Lebanon, Kansas?”

“Has a safehouse I remember, or I think I do,” he lays out. “And it has a power source I think I need. And…”

“And..?”

Charlie’s hoping for something about the people waiting for him there, something about the ‘profound bond’ doing something to clue him in.

She can’t tell if this is just a spell or something, or if it’s a consequence of having Fallen, regained Angel status, and then seemingly kicked it again in the fastest repeat of the cycle yet.

“I dunno,” he sighs. “I just have to be there.”

Well, it’s not what she was hoping for.

But it’s still closer than she thought she’d get…

So, she’s still not 100% certain this kid is a whammied Castiel.

But she’s definitely like 85% certain, maybe 87%.

And in Winchester World? That there’s some pretty damn good lookin’ odds. So, Charlie will take what she can get and will roll with the rest.

Sam and Dean will be here in a few more hours. All she has to do ‘till then is keep this kid in arm’s reach and keep them both from being buckled up for the looney bin.

Sounds totally doable, right?

In retrospect, Charlie may have to adjust her definition of ‘doable’…

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #284

“mama, we’re all full of lies / mama, we’re meant for the flies”

When was the last time you changed a lightbulb? About a month or so back I had to change Venus’ heat lamp. Who was the last person you sent an e-mail to? I emailed my older sister the OneDrive link to her holiday pictures I did. When was the last time you visited the dentist? What about the optician? It’s been quite a few months since I went to the dentist for a normal cleaning. I haven’t seen an eye doctor in around a year or so because it’s a less pressing matter, and we can’t afford to buy me new glasses anyway. I desperately need them. Do you sleep on your side, your back or your front? My side, stomach, or like a contortion of both. Would you rather drive or be the passenger? Let me be shotgun controlling the music and I’m set for a long ride. When was the last time you received a handwritten letter? Sara sent me one I think two years ago for my birthday. If you have pets, do you buy them gifts for Christmas or their birthdays? Ha, yes. We don’t know either’s exact birthday though, so we don’t really “celebrate” those. Do you know how to ride a bike? How about ride a skateboard? A bike, yeah. I don’t know how to skateboard, though. Did you get enough sleep last night? How much sleep is enough sleep for you? No. I don’t even know what “enough sleep” is. I’m always tired. What are your favourite condiments? Do you use those often? Ketchup and honey mustard probably top the list, considering they’re the ones I use most. Peanut butter: crunchy or smooth? Do you have a favorite brand? I trust no one who can enjoy crunchy peanut butter. I like Skippy quite a bit. Do you have any life-threatening allergies? No. Have you had to take a COVID test yet? Was it positive or negative? I haven’t needed to take one. Do you think it’s okay to keep cats indoors for their entire lives? They SHOULD be. Cats are very destructive and disruptive predators of once-stable environments. They fuck up the food chain and have done a lot of damage to native populations. This is coming from a person whose house was an absolute NEST for cats to the point they were taken away. They lived outside, and I can only imagine the harm they really caused. Of course, as a kid, I didn’t understand this, but as an educated and experienced adult when it comes to this subject, it’s saddening to look back on. Please, keep your cats inside. AND FIXED. Hence our cat empire lmao. Do you think people should need a license in order to keep animals, just to make sure they knew how to properly take care of them? That would actually be LOVELY. If only. Not that it would entirely prevent illegal ownership, but I like to think most people are law-abiding citizens… Which meal of the day is your favorite? What’s your favorite thing to eat for that meal? BREAKFAST! Cinnamon rolls just gotta top the list. When was the last time you bounced on a trampoline? Would you ever want to go to one of those indoor trampoline parks? It has to have been so, so many years. My knees could NEVER take that now. I’m not interested in that. What’s your favorite thing to put on a baked potato? Butter, American cheese, and bacon bits… yum. Have you ever made money selling stuff online? What was it you were selling? I don’t think so, at least not successfully. Do you have a valid passport? When was the last time you used it? No. What was the last song you sung along to? I’m unsure. I rarely sing along to songs. What was the last piece of fruit you ate? What about the last vegetable? Fruit: apple. Vegetable: ummm I’m actually unsure. Probably broccoli. Have you ever lied to the police or a customs official? Were you ever found out? No. Are you much of a procrastinator, or would you rather get things out of the way so you can relax? I am a HEAVY procrastinator. When was the last time you took an exam of any kind? I don’t know. Probably not since I was in school. What snacks/drinks from your childhood do you wish they still made? Ah man, I know there’s some… just too many to dig through to try and remember. Are you a fan of techno? Yeah, sometimes. Who's your favorite horror movie villain/monster? I don’t particularly like one over the other. What's an 'obsession' of yours that most people would find odd or amusing? Probably how much I love Mark, given that being a “fangirl” is usually seen as juvenile. What's the sweetest thing another person has said or done for you? Probably Colleen letting me live with her while I was homeless for a month or two. Said to me, actually from Colleen’s sister; I was having a crying episode over Jason and she just grabbed my head and told me with such passion that I was so beautiful, strong, and deserved the world. Safe to say I started crying more lmao but at least it wasn’t from sadness. What's the absolute best feeling in the world? Being in love. Does the person you have feelings for know you feel that way? Yeah. Do you like Tim Burton? Um, duh. How do you feel about hypnotism? I don’t believe it works. It’s just the power of suggestion. How do you feel about Pink Floyd? I’m not a big fan, but I like some songs. What’s your preferred way of keeping fit? Is it something you make time to do on a regular basis? You assume I AM fit… but I really am trying to change that with WiiFit again, once the living room is cleaned up. I plan to insert it into my morning routine. Have you ever raised a puppy? Would you want to or would you prefer to adopt an adult rescued dog? Yes, Teddy. Right now I don’t want another dog, but hypothetically, I’d absolutely go for an adult rescue. Who was the last person to come to your house? Were they an expected visitor? My younger sister. Yes. If you work, is your job the same everyday, or does it vary depending on what you have on? N/A Would you ever be interested in owning your own business? Why or why not? Well, I want to be a freelance photographer, so… It’s not off the ground enough for me to *officially* call it a business, but while it’s absolutely so exciting to picture, it’s also very anxiety-inducing, the idea of it (hopefully) getting to that point since I’m dumb as fuck in regards to business stuff. Do you have your driver’s license? If so, did you find it easy or difficult to learn and pass your test? Ugh, I don’t. I need it so badly, I know, but right now, I couldn’t even if I wanted to because my vision is too bad to possibly pass that part, and I can’t afford to see an eye doctor + get a new prescription. If you have pets, how often do you buy them new treats and toys? Venus is a snake, so… yeah, lol. She needs a bigger terrarium, though, but a 40 gallon is expensive. Roman gets a new toy every now and then, but he doesn’t play with them as much anymore. If you had to work a job that required you to do shifts, would you rather work the early, late or night shift? Early. Get it over with. Do you have a favorite type of survey to take? Yeah; I like the ones that make me think or are just questions I definitely haven’t seen before but are also interesting. Some random questions are way too specific to apply to most people. On a typical day, how long do you spend out of the house? Even before the pandemic, usually zero time. Do you live in a close-kit community? Well we’re the new family on the block, so it’s hard to tell quite yet. People were welcoming, though. Do you have a vlog? NOOOOOOOOOO. If not, have you ever considered starting a vlog? No, I would feel WAY too fuckin awkward. Did you go to AM or PM kindergarten? AM. What are your favorite YouTube channels to watch? The whole world knows Markiplier is my true favorite channel, but lately I’ve really been digging pet (particularly reptile or tarantula) channels, Snake Discovery in specific. I’ve been bingeing the fuck outta them. I’ve officially become the “I know more than you” Petco meme lmao. Which relative(s) do you look the most like? Idk. Have you ever watched a live birth video? FUCK no. I never would. That could be so fucking scarring to middle school kids, for Christ’s sake. I’ve never understood why they show them in a lot of health classes. Have you ever given birth? Fuck to the no; never plan to, either. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender? Nah. Have you ever worn overalls? Ugh, as a kid. They’re so hideous to me now. If you’re a girl, how old were you when you started your period? I was in the 6th grade, so 11-12. Is your mom mentally stable? I mean she has depression, but otherwise, yeah. What color hair did your first crush have? I can’t really remember who my first crush was with certainty… but I think I might. If I’m right, blond. What was the name of your first crush? ^ in minds, I think Aaron. Did you ever play on Mamamedia.com? Doesn’t ring a bell. Do you remember your first email address? Haha, yeah, it’s still my current one… Did you name your Lego characters? I was more of a Lincoln Logs kid. Do you take medication for anxiety or depression? Both. If so, does it work? Does it help you? Or does it make you feel worse? I’d probably be dead without at least my mood stabilizers. Have you ever had a bag stolen? I don’t believe so. Who was your best friend in high school? Hannia. What book or movie gave you nightmares as a child? Ha, no books or movies, I think, but remember King Ramses from that episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog? Oh, trust me, I HAD NIGHTMARES. What song makes you cry? The most, probably “Eternally Yours” by Motionless In White. I physically cannot listen to it. Does anyone know who your first crush was besides you? Maybe Mom? Idk. How many teachers have you had crushes on? None. Did you make your Barbie dolls get crushes on each other? I actually don’t remember? I don’t think we had any male Barbies, and of course as a little kid raised in the South especially, I didn’t even realize homosexuality was a thing, so we never considered the girls dating. Did your Barbie dolls go on dates? ^ How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16. Do you have scars from self-harm? No, they’re long faded and were thankfully never very severe. Did your hair change at all when you went through puberty? Yep, it gradually turned brown. Are you taller, shorter, or the same height as your mom? We’re the same height. Would you ever consider adopting a child? I don’t want kids, period. The only possible case I see is being a stepmom, but even then I can’t visualize me being one to an actual kid-kid. Just like, maybe a mid-teen and above. Do you trim your own hair? No. What are all the things you remember being for Halloween? I’m very surprised that I don’t remember many at all. I know I was a witch multiple times. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? I adored almost every pet my family has ever had. Our first was a stray cat named Chance we took in. INCREDIBLE animal. What color was your nursery? I have zero clue. Do you exercise regularly? Ugh, no, but I genuinely plan on changing that once the living room is cleaned up and Mom moves into her room. I’m very serious about starting Wii Fit again. I WAS gonna start walking once we moved here, but I found I was too scared to alone. I’m way too paranoid. Do you have a healthy BMI? lol What photo editing software do you use? Lightroom, Photoshop, and very rarely PhotoScape if I’m being lazy with watermarking my photography. Do you live somewhere with lots of livestock or wild animals? Livestock, yeah. You pass cows all the time around here. If you’re in a more wooded area, you’ll find roadkill kinda frequently, sadly. Would you rather live somewhere rural or urban? Rural. It’s the only thing that sucks about our new home – we’re in the suburbs. Is there anything (a hobby, for example) that’s guaranteed to always make you feel better when you’ve had a bad day? Not 100%, really. If the day was truly awful, sometimes nothing helps. If you’re struggling with your mental health, who are you most likely to open up to, or would you bottle it up instead? I vent to my mom the most. What room of your house do you spend the most time in? Is this through choice or necessity? My room, and it’s by choice. The second room that I wanna make my “office” is still LOADED with stuff from moving. If you could design your own garden, what would you have in it? Do you think that dream is ever going to be achievable for you? I don’t want a garden. Does it take you a long time to fall asleep at night? What do you if you’re really struggling to get to sleep? It can take me very, very long. I dread lying down some nights just because I know I’ll be tossing and turning for a good while. If I’ve tried to sleep for a long time to no avail, I do what you shouldn’t do and get back on the laptop. Do you think it’s cruel when people keep exotic animals as pets? Or do you think it’s okay as long as they have the space, time and money to dedicate to them? This depends on the animal and situation. I do believe some rescue cases are justified for the animal’s survival, but as the question mentions, you need to be able to provide adequately for it to be moral imo. I do NOT support exotic pet ownership for the average person. If you eat meat, is there a particular animal you’d never eat? If you don’t eat meat, what’s the reason for it? I could never eat a “pet” animal, nor an animal hunted mostly for sport. Even in survival cases, I’d have a hard time eating a wild animal.

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dobrikswriting · 4 years

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Request: Could you do a David x reader (female) where she is using him for his money and leaves when she gets what she wants

I feel like I’m not good at not happy endings but I hope you like it!

I plopped down the heavy box that had just been dropped off at my door, quickly reaching for something to open the package with. It was becoming a regular occurrence that I would get packages to my door without even remembering what I ordered since something new was coming in everyday. I swiped my key along the packaging tape to open the box to reveal numerous tops and dresses I had ordered. Sifting through them all the jog my memory of what I ordered I couldn't help but smile. I had the best life ever.

"Thank you daddy Dobrik." I said quietly to myself, picking up the box to bring it into my room. Dating David was the best thing that had happened to me. Sure he was a nice guy and fun to be around but nothing beat the fact that he could afford anything I wanted. I tossed the box next to the others just like it in my closet as I laid in my bed and pulled my phone out. A couple missed texts from David asking me to come over to help him edit a video, I rolled my eyes knowing it would be more of him wanting to cuddle than actually edit. I looked around at my room taking note of all the amazing things that he had gotten me to remind myself why it was worth it to stay with him and off i went to play the part of loving girlfriend.

When I arrived I walked right in to the home, seeing David and some of his friends on the couch. His face lit up when he saw me walk in, it almost made me feel bad for not actually caring about him at all. Almost.

"Hey baby" He said walking over to me to give me a kiss. I gave him a peck before walking over to the couch and sitting besides Erin and Carly who were in their own conversation discussing the new vlog they had just put out.

"You know we've never had you over for a video before." Erin said looking at you. "You've been dating David for a while I'm sure everyone would love to see you in one." She said excitedly.

"Yeah, we should do a gossip video that would be fun" Carly joined in. I nodded along, playing the part of Davids girlfriend meant having to pretend to care about what his friends wanted to do too. I could only imagine what those blogs were saying about me. Or what they would if they ever found out the truth.

"Yeah absolutely." I said faking excitement. "I'll come over tomorrow and we can film it for your Sunday video if you want!" I added. We made plans for me to come over tomorrow and after a while they both left having to go meet Jason for some sort of Starbucks bit.

Leaving just me and David while he still was editing his video. "You know you haven't asked for many opinions on that yet is that the whole reason I'm here." I said scooting closer to him.

David looked at me and smiled, I couldn't deny that this man was handsome, something about that half grin where he always seemed to be slightly biting his tongue had me questioning if I actually was in love with him. "No this is why you're here" He said sliding his laptop off his lap and pulling me in for a kiss.

"Alright alright come on you know you gotta keep up with that posting schedule." I said sliding out of his arms to go to the fridge and get something to drink.

"I had an idea." David said turning around on the couch and looking at me. I raised my eyebrow at him questioningly.

"I thought maybe you could come back with me to Chicago... to meet my family." He said. I choked on the drink of water that was halfway down my throat.

"What?" I said between coughs.

David got up and walked over to me. "Jesus Christ y/n I didn't ask you to marry me chill out." He said as he rubbed my back. "I just thought we've been dating for a couple months now and I wanna introduce you to my family."

"Don't you think that's too soon like... we haven't been dating for that long." I said taking another drink of water trying to come up with any excuse to not have to meet his family. Its one thing to use a man for his money but to do it and then get his family involved is another thing.

"Come on, its not that big of a step and we've been dating long enough for you to use my card to buy yourself a whole new wardrobe and pay your rent. I think we're at the meeting parents level." David said flashing me the puppy dog eyes trying to get me to cave.

"Gimme one sec." I said quickly, rushing to the bathroom to give myself a second to figure out my next step. I locked the door behind me and slid down the door sitting on the cold floor.

I could go to Chicago and meet his family and become more serious with him than I ever intended to be. Or I could end it. Ending it would mean having to go back to my life of working jobs I hated to make it by. I’m not the worst person in the world and I do enjoy David as a person so it’s not like I’m totally lying. I thought about how hard it would be to stop once I went this step. Where’s the line, do I wait for him to propose? Do I spend my whole life with him just to have financial stability. David was a genuine guy and I had myself set up pretty good from what he had given me already, he probably deserves someone who actually gives a damn. I stood up and looked in the mirror knowing what I had to do, it was a good run but I couldn't let it go too far or it would get messy.

I came back to the living room David already sitting on the couch again. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to freak you out I just.. I feel like I want to show you off to the whole world" David said, I could tell he was worried by the way his voice quivered.

"David." i started and then stopped not quite sure what to say. "David I can't do this anymore, it was fun but I just don't see us taking the next step." I said firmly bending over to pick up my purse, the one he had bought me.

David didn't move he just looked at me with furrowed eye brows. "What do you mean I don't understand." He said the quiver in his voice much more prominent now.

"Please don't make this harder than-"

"Harder than it has to be?!" David interrupted me mid sentence. "What the fuck are you talking about y/n. Harder than you using for my money then bolting the second I start to think we're serious. You texted me last night about paying for a plane ticket but now suddenly you’re over us when I want to move our relationship forward?!" He said his sadness now turning into slight anger.

"I can't believe you would accuse me of using you for your money Dave." I scoffed.

"Really, cause what you're doing is the text book definition of using someone for their money and I am actually so pissed that I fell for it." He said letting out a sarcastic laugh. "I was fucking ready to invite you into my parents home and have dinner with them what a fucking chump huh?" He said staring daggers at my eyes.

"It's not like that" I said sheepishly, starting to slightly feel bad. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eyes.

"Its exactly like that." He spat at you. "I fell for every one of your moves. I can’t fucking believe this. You actually got me. You got me to care and to fucking do whatever you wanted.” He said looking at you shocked. I could tell by the way he looked at me that whatever spell I had him under was long gone and was replaced with anger, and maybe even a bit of disgust. “Get out." He said harshly.

I looked at him, rolling my eyes one last time. "Whatever." I said wanting to get the last word in, before turning on my heels. Walking straight out of Davids life and back to my old one. At least this time I would be better dressed.

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mamabearcat · 5 years

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All Fired Up - Part 4

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Lucy leaned back in her chair, lacing her fingers together and stretching her arms above her head. The faint glow from her laptop was the only light in her bedroom and she was surprised to see how dark it was. Looking at the time in the bottom right corner of her screen she internally groaned - 1.34am. So much for getting an early night. She’d just been so in the zone!

It was around 8pm when she’d got home from work and sat down at her desk with a cup of coffee; that coffee was now stone cold, the black liquid looking distinctly unappetising. Lucy rubbed her eyes tiredly. Working during the day as an investigative reporter for the Magnolia Times and writing her novel at night was exhausting, but she couldn’t think of any other way around it. She wanted to be a writer full-time, but until she’d sold a couple of manuscripts and made a name for herself, she had to work too. Good thing she had no friends or social life, she joked internally, she really didn’t have time for them.

She sighed, and picked up the coffee cup, padding off towards her tiny kitchen, stopping on the way to see if Plue was asleep. She walked over to the dog basket tucked behind the sofa, bending down to stroke his furry white puppy ears as he dozed. “Sorry boy”, she whispered, “looks like we missed dinner again.”

She reached for the jar of dog biscuits and filled his bowl, refreshing his water too. He’d eat when he woke up, she was sure. Now that she thought about it, she was kinda hungry too. Lunch was a long time ago. She tipped the now cold coffee down the sink, leaving the cup to be washed later, and poked her head into her fridge to see if she had anything that she could heat up and eat quickly before heading off to bed. Yes! Leftover Kung Pao chicken from last night! She shoved it into the microwave and went to get changed into cotton sleep shorts and a singlet, her stomach rumbling in anticipation of the ‘ding’ that would announce that her dinner was ready.

She was just about to take the chicken out of the microwave when she sniffed, noticing a rank smell in her small kitchen. With a small stab of guilt she realised she hadn’t taken out the rubbish for a few days, so with a long-suffering sigh she pulled the plastic bag out of the kitchen bin and knotted it. She’d just take it to the garbage chute at the end of the hall and then she could sit on the sofa guilt free and eat her late dinner before heading off to bed.

Sliding on her flip flops and pocketing her door key, Lucy pulled her door shut behind her and walked to the end of the hallway, opening the metal chute and dropping the plastic bag down. She yawned, wondering if she could call in sick tomorrow, but she knew Jason wouldn’t buy it. Bills had to be paid, and it wasn’t like she disliked her job.

Take those arson cases she was investigating at the moment. She shivered a little. They were kinda disturbing – all the fires had started late at night in apartment blocks while the occupants were asleep. All had been young single women, and all had escaped so far thanks to their fire alarms, except for the last one, who was still in intensive care with extensive burns. It was the sort of thing that could creep a girl out, if you let it.

A prickling feeling on the back of her neck had her shivering. What was it Mama used to say? ‘Someone walked over my grave…’ Not a comforting thought when you were standing in an empty hallway late at night. She shivered again. Definitely time to go back to her apartment and lock the door.

She dug her key out of her pocket to open the door, but it was already ajar. Hadn’t she locked it? She was sure she’d pulled it shut behind her, but maybe she was more tired than she’d thought. She pushed open the door and locked it behind her, walking over to her small table near the kitchen to drop her keys in the bowl filled with coins. As she turned back to retrieve her chicken from the microwave, a movement caught her eye.

Lucy froze. Her brain worked frantically, screaming at her to run. She’d just seen a shadow in her bedroom, a human sized shadow. She started moving towards the doorway slowly, trying not to make a noise, but it was too late. A man appeared, blocking her exit.

She tried to remember details that she could pass on to the police later. He was taller than her, maybe a whole head taller. Spiky blond hair. Tattoos like a leopard print around his yellow eyes. Teeth filed to a point. Not like it would be hard to pick him up out of a line up. But she had to get out first.

“I’ve already called the police”, she said firmly, hoping her bluff would cause him to run and leave her alone.

The man grinned at her, tilting his head to one side as he gazed at her. “You’re pretty”, he rasped, stepping towards her. “It’s a shame you broke the rules. No one gets to see me. It’s a pity I’ll have to kill you now.” He started towards her, and she backed away, trying desperately to think of a way to get past him to the door, but coming up with nothing. Her apartment was on the seventh floor, it was too high to jump off her balcony, and the fire escape was near the bedroom window.

A crackling noise came from her bedroom, hard to place for a moment when she was so frightened, but then the flickering light helped her work it out. Fire. He’d started a fire in her room. She would just have to try to run past him. There was no other way. Picking up the lamp, she yanked the cord out of the socket and flung it at him, hoping to sprint past him as he ducked, but he was too fast. A heavy torch swung into the side of her head. Fireworks popped behind her eyes as pain lanced through her skull. Her vision blurred as she fell to the floor near the bedroom door.

“Sorry girlie. Nothin’ personal”, he grunted. Lucy rolled to her side, struggling to keep from falling unconscious, pushing feebly with her hands to back away from him. He raised the heavy torch again, but before it fell, a white streak shot out from behind the sofa, latching onto the man’s hand. He dropped the torch, blood dripping from the deep bite in his wrist. He snarled, aiming a heavy boot at the small white dog, who dodged, growling and yapping.

Choking black smoke was filling the room, and sirens sounded in the distance. Lucy struggled to focus. Where was he? Was he gone? She could hear Plue barking, but she couldn’t see. The room was dark with smoke, and she coughed, blood trickling as her head pounded in time with her heart. It was so hot. She needed to get out of the apartment, away from the flames. Her legs hurt. She rolled and tried to drag herself on her forearms towards the front door. The carpet was burning. Plue was still barking. She couldn’t breathe. Was she almost at the door? Her arm reached out, stretching, and then everything went dark.

Lucy opened her eyes. Erza’s face was grim, but she nodded her thanks. Natsu’s jaw was clenched.

“Fuck Lucy, I think I need a hug after listening to that”, he growled. Lucy made a weird hiccupping noise, halfway between a laugh and a sob. Natsu poured her a glass of water from the jug on the bedside table and handed it to her. She took it gratefully, drinking it in small sips.

‘Do you have anything to add Natsu?” asked Erza.

“Not really”, said Natsu gruffly, his concerned gaze focused on Lucy. “By the time we arrived on the job, the blaze was well away. Gray and I were on a rescue sweep before the fire crew moved in. I heard a dog barking; the door to the apartment was already ajar. It was too dark to see anything, so I went in low. I found Lucy maybe ten feet away from the entrance, towards the western side of the apartment. She was unconscious when I carried her out. Plue wasn’t. She struggled a little as I moved her down the stairs; I thought she was just disorientated due to smoke inhalation at the time, because she said, ‘You’re not him.’ Makes sense now though.”

Natsu reached out to scratch Plue’s ears, smiling as Plue whined in delight. “Good boy Plue. You did save Lucy twice, a true ninja pup if ever I saw one.” Lucy giggled tiredly, and Natsu reached up to take the glass from her as she leaned back on the pillows. “Lucy regained consciousness as I did a handover to Wendy and Romeo. She mentioned someone hitting her and setting the fire, so I called Gray to pass on a message to Chief Makarov to get in contact with you about possible arson. That’s it.”

“Alright, I think I have everything I need for the moment. I’ll be in contact again Ms Heartfilia.” Erza placed the recorder in her bag and stood. Natsu stood also.

“Erza, can I speak to you for a moment?” said Natsu quietly. They moved towards the doorway as Lucy closed her eyes.

She was suddenly very very tired. Her arms and legs throbbed, her head ached, and her throat felt raspy, like she’d swallowed razor blades. She turned her head as Natsu sat down again. He looked serious. “Lucy, I don’t want to worry you, but I’ve asked Erza to arrange a police guard on your room until they catch this guy. I’m not leavin’ until they get here.”

Lucy swallowed. She should probably be more frightened, but now she just felt exhausted. “Okay.”

The nurse bustled in. “Time for your pain medication Lucy.”

“Oh, good.” She felt a sting in her arm as the nurse injected the medication into the IV line in her elbow and lay quietly as the nurse completed her obs again and wrote them on her chart. By the time the nurse had finished she was feeling decidedly woozy.

“Hey Natshu”, she slurred, beckoning him a little closer. He grinned at her unfocused expression, picking a sleeping Plue up off her lap and placing him on his own.

“What’s up Luce?”

“You know the worsht thing? The absolute worsht? About thish whole fire?” Natsu shook his head, still grinning.

Lucy’s eyebrows lowered. “I was really looking forward to eating that chicken. I love Kung Pao chicken. And it was wasted.” Her bottom lip stuck out as she pouted, her eyes blinking sleepily.

Natsu chuckled, his green eyes twinkling. “Okay Luce, I’ll do you a deal. You hurry up and get better, and as soon as you’re up to it, I’ll take you out for Kung Pao chicken. All you can eat.”

“Yay.” Lucy tried to raise her arms, but they were too heavy. All of her was too heavy. “It’s a date. Kung pao date.” Her eyes drifted closed.

She felt a soft squeeze of her hand and she squeezed back. “G’night Natshu.”

She heard another chuckle. “Sweet dreams Luce.”

Edited to add linky dink to Part 5

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First Date (9/9)

Tim has one more test to pass before Bruce will allow him out as Robin. Like Dick and Jason before him, he has to avoid being caught by Batman for one night. He has already failed once, and is determined to succeed this time. Determination which might not count for much when Stephanie Brown is on the run from the mob. Her mother kidnapped as a way to threaten her father, Stephanie manages to escape and run into Tim. Unable to leave Stephanie alone when she is in need, Tim decides to try and multi-task. All he has to do is rescue Stephanie’s mother, take down the mob, avoid Batman, and get Stephanie to agree to a proper date all in one night. Absolute anarchy ensues Ao3 link here!

Tim hadn’t felt so close to crying since his mom’s death and dad’s coma. He sat, silent and despondent, staring at his knees, trying very hard to not start blubbering.

Batman, as always, was a stone pillar next to him. Saying nothing, making no noise, not even breathing for all Tim knew. He was brooding as much as Tim was.

He had failed the test. Again. But more than that, he had endangered a mother and daughter, and allowed a man to have been killed.

Head blown off. What a way to go.

Dick had warned him once, that not stepping in front of a bullet was not the same as firing the gun. Dick spoke as if he knew from first-hand experience. Tim couldn’t hold himself responsible for every injury and death that occurred, it would drive him insane with guilt, but still, Tim wondered what would have happened if he had done what he was supposed to.

Stephanie wouldn’t have gotten shot and fallen off the bridge for one thing.

All that was bad enough, but when Bruce said that he had found Tim just before he had run into Stephanie, Tim began to choke on his tears. He hadn’t even managed an hour. He had failed in every possible way.

He coughed in a lame attempt to cover up his unsteady breathing and to force air down his constricted throat. Batman finally took pity on him and spoke quietly once more. Thanking every god in every possible form, he didn’t sound angry.

“We’ll get back to the cave, Alfred will give you the once over, then I want you to go home. We’ll talk properly next weekend. Your father will be expecting you home soon. I’ll find Arthur Brown this week without you in the cave.”

Nope. The disappointed tone was worse. What Bruce was saying was reasonable, but Tim really didn’t want to sit around waiting to hear that Robin was a dead pipe dream.

“What time?” Tim asked. Bruce opened his mouth to respond, but Tim interrupted before he could reply. His nerves were getting to him. “I’ll come around at three. Yeah, I’ll do that.”

Bruce pressed his lips together and said nothing. Tim took that as a fine.

He managed to hold it together for Alfred to give him the metaphorical thumbs up. Changing into clean clothes, Tim waited whilst Bruce was checked and promptly sent straight to bed to rest. Tim rummaged through his bag, eating food he’d purchased at the corner store, and turned his phone back on. There were no messages from either Ives nor his father, so Tim guessed his lie had been a success. Alfred offered to drive Tim to his car in town, ready for Tim to drive back again to his father’s, and pretend he’d had a nice evening with Ives.

Sometimes lying to his father was easy. This was not going to be one of those times. Standing in the car park, Alfred placed a gentle hand on Tim’s shoulder, sympathetically – practically – saying goodbye and sorry. Tim smiled and shrugged it off. He got in his car and watched as Alfred left. The weather was still awful, grey and wet and chiller than it had been yesterday. It seemed to match his mood.

Head falling forward, Tim banged his temple against the steering wheel of the car, cursing himself for several hard years work, effort and dreams gone down the drain.

For the sake of a girl.

Tim felt no resentment at Stephanie. Not for one moment did he think anything that had happened last night was her fault. No, honestly, Tim knew where the fault lay.

Driving home was slow and painful. Traffic was bad and the weather was worse. By the time he got home, he just wanted to crash into bed and not emerge for the next week. But no, Monday was just around the corner, he had a week of school to get through. Maybe it would be easier, without training in the evening. Without anything to work towards.

Plonking up the steps to the front door, and desperate to distract himself from the heartbreak, Tim wondered how he could go about getting in contact with Stephanie. Opening and closing the front door, Tim somewhat resembled a drowned puppy.

“Tim?” He heard his father call from the living room. Steeling himself, Tim took off his shoes, and tried to smile.

“Hey dad.”

His father was bent over the coffee table, assorted papers and what looked like bills in his hand. Dana was probably working with a client in town.

“You just back?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I’m a bit soaked and shattered. Didn’t get much sleep.”

“You head out at all with Ives?”

“Um, just for a second, picked up some food and stuff. Played games mostly.”

His father nodded, then looked away, satisfied with Tim’s succinct responses and ready to return to his work.

“Well go ahead and take a nap if you want. It’s still early.”

“’Kay.”

Tim went to go up the stairs, then paused for a moment and turned back. He sat on the couch next to his father, who blinked owlishly at his son. They so rarely spoke, but even Jack recognized the solemnness in his son’s posture.

“Dad…how did you and mom meet?”

Jack was not expecting this question. He swallowed uncomfortably and put down the papers.

“We met through work. There’s not really a grand story to tell.”

“But how quick did you know? That you…liked her.”

Jack frowned, like he knew he wasn’t able to give the answer Tim wanted to hear. A broken marriage close to divorce before Janet’s death did not make a romantic story. “Tim… I don’t know. Honestly, I never really thought about it. Why? What’s brought this up?”

Telling half-truths was than flat out lies, so Tim twisted his hands and tried not to burn red from embarrassment.

“When I was out yesterday, I ran into a girl.”

That made Jack interested, he puffed out his chest and leaned back against the sofa, smirking knowingly and ready to needle Tim.

“Oh? And you think you’re head over heels?”

“After less than a day? Yeah, a little.”

Jack smiled kindly. “Everyone’s different Tim. Just because your mother and I didn’t…” His discomfort returned, like he wasn’t willing to lay bare his relationship with Janet to Tim. He broke off abruptly, then smiled once more, but this time it struck Tim as slightly patronising. “Doesn’t matter. You’re only sixteen Tim. Got your whole life ahead of you.”

Tim said nothing, trying not to start crying again. What he had wanted and planned for his life to be was no longer an option. A whole life of what? Taking up the family business? He felt the corners of his mouth turn down, and he struggled to neutralise his expression. Jack watched him with some concern.

“I guess so. Still, you’d like her. I think. She’s… pretty sharp.”

“She have a name?”

“Stephanie.”

As he spoke, Tim froze, remembering he had his phone. Pulling it out, he went to Facebook, and tried a search to see if she would come up. He found her not too far down, smiling beatifically in a cheesy grin for the camera. She was sitting at a dining table, probably at her school. A girl with bright blue hair was sat next to her, resting her head on Stephanie’s shoulder. The rest of her profile was private. Jack tilted his head as he looked, musing on whether or not he liked the name or the face. Abruptly ashamed for some reason, Tim decided to leave before the conversation could get derailed and Jack could give an unsolicited opinion.

“Anyway,” Tim stood up, leaving behind a wet patch on the sofa from his wet jeans and jacket. “I’m gonna go nap. See you later.”

Glad for the awkward conversation to be over, Jack waved Tim off silently and returned to his work.

Slipping into his room, Tim pulled out his phone once more. Staring at the smiling Stephanie, he hesitated only for a moment, then clicked to send her a friend request. He threw his phone onto his bed and tugged his shirt off to change into his pyjamas, exhaustion quickly making him feel a bit dead on his feet. Crawling into bed with wet hair, he sighed sadly. He truly didn’t want to face the next week. He buried his face into the pillow, and his chest began to shake with unspilt tears.

An aggressive buzz buzz on his phone pulled him away from despair long enough to activate his home screen.

A notification lit up before his eyes – Stephanie had accepted his request.

Tim didn’t know he was doing it, but he smiled at his phone, and for a moment the disappointment and crushed dreams vanished.

When one door closes…

***

“Is it okay that we talk out here?”

Bruce, who had opened the front door for Tim, paused, but nodded. Tim was being cowardly, refusing to go all the way downstairs only to do a walk of shame back up and off the estate. Best to get it done over and quickly, like ripping off a bandage, but Tim thought it more akin to hacking off a leg.

Shutting the door firmly behind him, Bruce and Tim sat on the stairs to the entrance of Wayne Manor. Tim placed his skateboard down in between them, to act as a literal and even metaphorical shield from anything that would come his way during the awful conversation. The sun was out, for once, and it was warm enough to not need a jacket. The two sat silent for a moment, watching the gravel path up the hill. The wind blew gently, disturbing the taller grass.

Tim waited for the anvil to drop.

“Arthur Brown was hidden over in Gotham Village, near the university campus. He’s back in police custody. Said he was doing the world a favour, stealing the money from human traffickers, said he did nothing wrong. His wife and daughter are going to have to testify about what happened to them. I trust Stephanie won’t reveal who helped her last week?”

“She hasn’t so far, no.”

“Hmph. You did well Tim, given what you had to work with.”

Tim stared at Bruce from the corner of his eyes, keeping his face turned forward, and expression caught between incredulous and anxious.

“I doubt that.”

“Look, there are two aspects to last week. The first, the test, you failed miserably. I told you not to linger at the starting point, which you proceeded to do. I don’t know if Dick told you that disobeying my advice is a good idea, but it wasn’t. You were told, you didn’t listen, and it backfired.”

This was what Tim had been expecting. A shopping list of what he had done wrong.

“That would have been that, except I think meeting Stephanie changed everything.”

Tim slowly turned his head towards Bruce, who was in return not looking at Tim. The kindlings of hope sparked.

“You tired to balance the test with looking out for a civilian hunted by the mob. I understand why you did what you did. It was all for moot considering you had already failed by that point-”

Ouch.

“But you protected her, saved the mother and made a significant dent on one of Gotham’s mob groups. Any other night that would have been a success. But you failed the primary objective.”

Tim took the stillness after Bruce’s speech as his cue to defend himself, but he didn’t grab it. “I could have activated the beacon you gave me. She could have been safe with you the entire time.”

“And I still would have failed at the warehouse. Except there may have been more of them there instead of arrested on the bridge and corner shops. You came, you won.”

“It was Steph’s idea… And she took out loads of people along the way.”

“Would she have managed alone?”

“No. No, she asked me to stay with her. She couldn’t have done it alone.”

“And neither did I.”

Baffled by what Bruce was saying, Tim tried to catch Bruce’s gaze, but he seemed stubborn to avoid it, as if he wouldn’t get the words out if he looked at Tim.

“I spoke at length with Alfred, Dick and Barbara. They think you’ve warranted the name. I suppose Dick’s opinion counts for Robin more than the others.”

“…What did he say?”

Sighing, Bruce planted his hands down behind him, leaning back, face contemplative.

“That Robin wasn’t mine to give, regardless. Dick had given you his blessing, and that was all that mattered. I said perhaps, but Tim also wants to work with me, and that part I do need to give my blessing to.”

“And… do…you…?” Whispered out of fear of what one syllable word was to follow, Tim watched, chest and stomach squirming with anguish, as Bruce blew an angry gust of air out and screwed up his face.

Alfred poked his head out the door then, making Tim jump a mile. Alfred smiled mischievously.

“Master Tim, I’ve let a young girl through the front gate. I believe you know her?”

“Wait what the what?” Tim turned to see Stephanie huffing over the crest of the hill on a bicycle. Tim and Bruce both stared in utter astonishment as the girl who had been shot twice less than a week ago began to wheel down the slope, apparently quite happy and over her brutal injuries.

“Well then,” muttered Bruce, standing up. He stared at Stephanie was a sort of fond bemusement. A distant echo of, “Oh this is a bigger hill than I thought,” drifted over to the manor, and they watched as she whirled over, pink helmet juddering up and down on her head. She was wearing jeggings with giant sneakers, and an oversized sweater that made her look like she was from the wrong decade. She belonged in a nineteen eighties teen sitcom, not twenty first century ragged Gotham.

She came to an abrupt stop at the base of the steps, losing control of the bike as it turned sideways sharply. She stumbled off, catching her foot on the pedals, squealing as the bike fell over onto her. She caught it, and corrected herself. Smiling brightly, she took off her helmet. Her golden hair had gone a bit static, flyaway strands sticking upwards. Bright red cheeks and a breathless joy made Tim’s mood lighter just from watching her.

“Hullo!” She greeted, glib as always. She wasn’t looking at any of the three men on the steps, however, she was focused on the massive scale of the stone house looming down. “Nice to meet you Mr. Wayne. Your house is very big.”

Bruce had put on his Brucie face and laughed fakely. “Yes, it is big. Who are you?”

Stephanie started awkwardly, and laughed, finally looking at Bruce, Alfred and Tim. “Oh. Sorry. This is rude. I’m Stephanie Brown. I’m hunting for Tim Drake which, hah, found you.”

Tim trotted down the steps and reached for her bike, holding it for her. “And how’d you do that?”

“Well, I found out where your dad lives, which – long story – was funny ‘cause when I turned up he said you were at Wayne Manor ‘cause you know you just casually hang out at Wayne Manor sometimes, like normal people do, so I asked him to tell me where it was ‘cause I wanted to surprise you! Are you busy? I think I’m interrupting something aren’t I? I can go if you want. Your dad was looking at me funny. Did you tell him about me? Did you tell him you’re madly in love with me?”

Tim blushed, Bruce stared, and Stephanie laughed.

“Seriously though, have I come at a bad time?”

“No! No, you’re fine.”

She really wasn’t fine, nor was she supposed to just roll up to Wayne Manor with no invitation, but Alfred could have turned her away if he felt there was a need to.

“Oh, good, I just don’t want to be a bo – Hey! That’s your skateboard?”

Tim looked back at it sitting on the top step. “Oh. Yeah, that’s it.”

“That’s so cool! Can you show me how to ride it? Got time to go to the park?”

Stephanie was interrupted by Bruce, who walked down to be on equal standing with the young couple. “Stephanie?”

“Yes?”

“I’m just finishing up with Tim. He runs chores for us every now and then you see. But we’re pretty much done now.”

Tim reached out and held Stephanie’s wrist, needing the physical contact. She nodded, completely oblivious to his mood.

“Sure sure. Sorry both, I know this is a little off the cuff.”

“Quite alright!” Bruce said, turning away. He reached across and grabbed Tim’s skateboard, and held it out for him. More than a little despondent, Tim limply took it.

“Tim, see that you come back around tonight though. Need to start fitting the suit for the thingy. Better let your dad know that your workload is going to go up from now on.”

Blinking at the floor, Tim felt the gears grinding in his head as the dots connected and the stars aligned. He looked upwards at Bruce; Alfred’s nose twitched mischievously at his employer.

“…Sure. I’ll tell him.”

“Grand. See you tonight Tim. Nice to meet you Stephanie.”

“Nice to meet you too!”

Tim stood, jaw against the floor, unable to comprehend what he thought had just been hinted. Bruce said nothing more and returned inside the manor.

Suit…Work…Evenings…Robin???

“I will buzz you out once you reach the front gate Miss Brown.”

“Thank you Mr…”

“Pennyworth.”

“Pennyworth! Thank you, Mr Pennyworth!”

Alfred rolled his eyes and closed the front door, leaving Tim and Stephanie alone in the front porch. Tim wanted to run a mile. He wanted to jump up and down. He wanted to swing Stephanie around. He wanted to ring Dick or Babs and just scream down the other end.

Instead, he turned to Stephanie, and kissed her cheek.

“Can’t believe you tracked me down.”

“I have my ways.” She whispered conspiratorially. “You know you can look people up from when they register to vote? Your dad’s a good citizen.”

“Oh… yeah. He tries.”

She giggled and went to climb back on her bike.

“To the park then? Then dinner.”

Tim gently bumped her back off. Saying nothing, he stuffed his board in his backpack and climbed on her pink bike. He gestured for her to clamber on as well, perched on the bars on the back wheel. She chuckled, the playfully slapped her helmet on his head and buckled it nice and neat.

“Onwards chauffeur.”

“You know,” he said as they set off. Getting over the hill was going to be a nightmare, Stephanie would be just as quick walking, but a strike of insanity made him determined to carry the two of them over the hill. He began to puff with the strain. “You shouldn’t… have cycled all this way! Your stitches…”

“Ah, it’s fine! Fit as a fiddle. Clean bill of health, mental and physical. Well kinda, but hey. I’ll get there. Mom and me got a court hearing in a few days. Starting to get on first name basis with those guys, seems like we’re there once a year… Anyway, you’ve been doing okay this week? I was worried about you. After the friend request I hear nothing…”

“Me? Stephie, I’m not the one who was… sick all over herself, hunted by the mob, shot in the leg, shot in the stomach… thrown off a bridge, betrayed by her father, tasered two people… and knocked out a few others, and of course let’s not forget running over your mother.”

“…Words hurt Timothy.”

“Wow… Timothy. Full name derision.”

He huffed and pressed on, struggling up the hill. He was determined to succeed, if only for the fact that he had a sneaking suspicion that Bruce was definitely watching through the front window. He was Robin now, he would cycle up a hill for goodness sake!

“Hey come on. Going home with Batman after… he wasn’t cruel was he?”

“Cruel? No. Felt like it at the time... He’s a big fan of the silent treatment. But –”

The bike wobbled as it had slowed down to an unbalancing pace. Tim grunted and stood up to gain more momentum. Stephanie saw the effort he was putting in and decided to tease him.

“But…?”

“But… it’s…fine.” Stephanie grinned as he punctuated each word with a cycle of the pedals, watching his cheeks puff in and out with the effort of speaking. “I…failed…the test… but… I still… got Robin…Wheew!” He stopped as he reached the top, collapsing on the hard seat. Stephanie tapped the top of the helmet, Tim’s jaw vibrating from the impact. She clambered off the bike, noticing he wasn’t pressing the breaks. The hill turned downwards, straight towards the large black gates that Mr Pennyworth had promised to open for them.

“As you should! Best guy for the job.” She moved to the back and rested her hands on the back wheel and frame of the bike. She rocked it back and forth, Tim raising his heels off the floor to allow her to do so. “And this is good. Now you can train me too to help at night.”

“Wait wh-”

She shoved as hard as she could, sending Tim rocketing down the hill. He screamed the whole way down, causing her to double over with laughter. He jolted the bike to the right as she had done, but still flipped completely over, rolling professionally as he was no doubt trained to do. Stephanie ran down the hill, breathless with joy. The bike clanged against the fence, which comically began to swing open a moment too late to prevent Tim’s accident. As she approached, she could hear him bitching to himself.

“God what the hell! Some warning would be you know…welcome”

She crashed into him, kissing him hard on the lips. Instantly his hands went up, squishing her cheeks. It was a wet and clumsy kiss, one that made a squelching sucking noise when they separated, but to Tim it was perfect. Steph pecked his lips once more.

“You have no idea how glad I am you were there last week.”

“Me too.”

She smiled, then reached behind Tim and tugged out his skateboard.

“C’mon, it’s flat from here on out. You skate and I’ll cycle. My dad’s going back to prison, my mom is safe, and I am healing nicely. Now…I want my first date, boy wonder.”

Taking off her helmet from his head, she set off, waving him to follow her. She wanted to move past her parents, wanted to look forward to something better, something more. That sweet, earnest, handsome boy who was more a hero than any Bat. Tim was her greatest chance to do more, to be more.

Snapping the board and wheels down, Tim kicked the ground a few times, then caught up. The past week of misery fell behind him, and instead of one door being slammed shut in his face, it was like the entire wall had caved in. So many new possibilities, and all with this mystifyingly bright faced blonde riding next to him.

***

Bruce and Alfred watched on the CCTV monitors as the pair rounded the hill and stumbled through the gate together. Both men were struck with how young they were.

Alfred coughed politely. “Those two may grow to be joint at the hip Master Bruce.”

Bruce said nothing and continued to watch. He frowned momentarily, but not from anger, only from being deep in thought.

“You think so?”

“I received the impression they are quite smitten with each other.”

“Let’s see what happens. If Stephanie truly does want training, to prevent a repeat of last week, maybe we can help her. Her mother and her are a bigger target than ever.”

“Hmm. I will inform Miss Gordon. She seemed quite intrigued by Miss Brown.”

“Sounds good Alfred. I need to call Dick, see if he can come home tonight.”

Bruce continued to watch until the pair were out of sight of the cameras. He laughed quietly to himself. Any plans he had made for Tim becoming Robin were looking increasingly vague.

Somehow, he didn’t particularly mind.

#dc #timsteph #tim drake #stephanie brown #bruce wayne #my fic tag #finished!!

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flightfoot · 5 years

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Second Chances

So I wrote this fic MONTHS ago, back in December, but only now decided to publish it. It’s part of my Goddess Meg, Little Apollo, and Skelekittens series. Hope everyone likes it!

“Are you ready?”

I wasn’t ready. I doubted I’d ever think I would be ready for this. But it needed to be done. So… “Yes.”

Meg looked over at me. I could see that she knew I was lying, but she let it go.

Meg had grown up a lot since we first met a year ago. So had I, though in my case, it was more literal. She had become a god in order to save me, and she was still getting used to what that meant. A few months ago, she’d snuck out of the Waystation while mother and I were sleeping. She plunged into Tartarus and recovered the essences of Percy’s and Annabeth’s friends, Bob, Damasen, and Small Bob. Those weren’t the only beings she had saved, however.

A tiny calico kitten perched on Meg’s shoulders, nuzzling her and purring. Meg had found the skelekittens that had been destroyed and sent to Tartarus. Naturally, she rescued all of them. Her own skelekitten, Chia, was absolutely adorable. She’d defend Meg tooth and claw if she were threatened. I was fairly certain that her battle prowess would be unnecessary today. The difficulties we would face would be more emotional than physical.

I played “Love is an Open Door” to the Door of Orpheus. This door had MUCH better taste in music than the last door I had tried that on. It opened without a fuss.

A dark tunnel lay before us. I glowed brightly, lighting up the corridor. Meg studied me for a moment. “You make a good flashlight.”

“Comes with being the god of light,” I replied, cracking a small smile. I could hear water gushing up ahead. I needed any bit of cheer I could find.

We exited the tunnel. The source of the roaring became more apparent. I looked to the right and saw the source of my dread. The River Styx gushed beside me, forming a barrier between the mortal world and the Underworld. I heard whispers emanating from the river. All your fault you broke your promise you’re the reason Crest and Jason died why should you get to live? Don’t you deserve to d i s a p p e a r?

“-pollo! APOLLO!” I could feel someone shaking me, dragging me along. A small black-haired girl, with a kitten on her shoulder, mewing, clearly alarmed.

Meg. This was Meg. I needed to keep going. Get away from the Styx. Keep Meg away from the goddess’s curse. Couldn’t let her suffer too.

I shuddered, but I got to my feet, putting one leg in front of the other, taking myself - and more importantly Meg - away from the Styx. With every step, its call became quieter, until it disappeared altogether.

By the time I had calmed down, we were at the Gate of Erebus. Spirits surrounded us, but paid us no mind. Fine by me. We weren’t here to see any of these spirits. Our goal was further on.

Cerberus bounded up to us, tongues lolling out of his mouths, tail wagging. Meg’s skelekitten sprang off her shoulder and grew to her adult size. For a moment I thought we’d have to separate the two of them, a task that was NOT on my to-do list for today. Instead Chia bounded up to the massive Rottweiler and rubbed up against his legs, purring so hard she visibly vibrated. Cerberus looked confused for a moment. He then decided that this was the Most Awesome Thing Ever, and started giving Chia a tongue-bath, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

“Awww,” Meg cooed. I just thought about how sopping wet with drool Chia would be by the time we got her back. Though, come to think of it… “We can leave her here for now, if you’d like, and pick her up when we head back from Hades’ Palace. That’ll give her a little more time with her new friend.”

Meg thought about this for a moment, before nodding. “Chia, we’ll come back for you in an hour or so. You can hang out with Cerberus until then!” she yelled. Chia gave a quick yowl of acknowledgement before she went back to climbing all over Cerberus.

We moved on, walking towards the massive palace ahead of us. It looked a lot like Olympus, if Olympus was going through an emo phase. It was dark, mostly consisting of dark browns and blacks, where Olympus is bright, with white and silver colors. I preferred the lighter colors personally, but that was just me. The darker colors suited Hades better anyway. I didn’t see how anyone could like the images on the gates of mortals dying horrific deaths, though. Hades’ taste in decor was beyond me at times.

Hades’ skeleton guards parted to let us into the palace. We walked into the entrance hall, our footsteps echoing loudly, as if saying “You are but a speck here. Behold the might of Hades.”

I looked at Meg, thinking that I’d reassure her that everything would be fine, give her moral support. She didn’t need it. She strode along the hall like she belonged there, unintimidated by our surroundings. She even started humming a song. It was off-key of course, but it broke the tension nicely. I smiled. We were going to see the Lord of the Underworld while within his own domain, and Meg was treating it like a walk in the park.

Meg noticed my gaze, looking back at me. “It’ll be fine,” she said, “I know I can do this. It’s part of my domain.”

Go figure. I was going to reassure her, and instead she was reassuring me. I was glad for her comfort. I’m not sure what I was even afraid of. That Hades would reject her proposal? That she’d say something insolent (which let’s face it, is VERY likely) and he’d retaliate? Ok, I needed to stop this train of thought now before I worried myself further.

The doors to Hades’ throne room swung open. Hades sat on his throne of bones (eww…) looking regal. He’d decided to stay a normal godly size, about twenty feet tall.

“I thought you’d be coming here, sooner or later,” he declared. “When Meg brought you and herself back from the brink of death, I suspected that her domain would cross over with mine. When she banished Zeus to be reborn, I knew that she would one day stand before me.” Hades stood up, his cape billowing out behind him, “Tell me, child, why you have come. What role do you fill in the Underworld?”

Meg straightened beside me. “I’m the Goddess of Redemption and Rebirth. When someone dies who needs a second chance, but who didn’t earn Elysium, I’ll go to them and offer them the chance to be reborn, to better themselves. Sometimes if people are put in different circumstances, they’ll grow, change, become better. I help those people get started. I have to try, even if I can’t be sure it’ll work. I won’t give up on them so easily.”

Hades nodded, thoughtful. “I saw what happened with Lityerses. I never expected a soul that was sentenced to the Fields to make such good use of a second shot at life. Though I suppose that was mostly due to Apollo,” he said, looking at me with bemusement.

He turned back to Meg. “There are some people who I won’t allow to be reborn. Some have committed heinous enough crimes that I will NEVER allow them to see the light of day again. I will not allow you to bring those souls back.”

Meg frowned. “I’m not bringing back just ANY soul. But if I think a soul deserves it, I’m bringing them back, whether you like it or not.”

Hades sat up, angered. The room appeared to darken. I started glowing, counteracting some of the shadows that seemed to be strengthening.

“You DARE go against me?” he hissed. “I am the Lord of the Underworld. These souls are MY jurisdiction.”

“They’re mine too.” Meg cut in, “You might not like it, but I’m gonna do my job, even if you don’t approve.”

Hades glowered at her for a moment. My hands itched for my bow, but I kept them still at my sides. I would not escalate this situation unless I had no other choice.

Hades relaxed slightly and sighed. “Should have remembered, you’re the same girl who screamed at Zeus. Very well. I won’t make you swear on the Styx not to bring back such souls. Know this, though. If you go against my edicts, there WILL be consequences.”

Meg nodded.

Hades continued. “You didn’t come down here ONLY to tell me that, did you?” He looked at Meg expectantly.

“No. There’s a soul who deserves a second chance. I’m here to give him one.”

She gave the name of the soul we were going to retrieve. Hades’ eyebrows raised. “Him? Are you sure? He caused a lot of trouble. His actions could have cost a lot of lives. Do you really want to give him another chance?”

“I’m sure.”

“I suppose that’s why Apollo’s here? To have a talk with him?”

“Well, that and because there’s no way he would let me do this by myself.”

I was affronted. “Last time you went into the Underworld alone, you jumped into Tartarus!”

“Hey, I was fine!”

“That’s no excuse!”

Hades interrupted before we could argue further, “If you are done, please bicker on your way out, I don’t want to hear it.” He snapped his fingers, conjuring up a skeleton. “My servant will guide you. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

I muttered quietly, “So do I,” as we followed the skeleton out of the palace.

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We arrived back at the Gate of Erebus. Cerberus and Chia were bounding around chasing each other, Cerberus barking up a storm and Chia joining in with loud yowls.

“CHIA!” Meg yelled over the cacophony. “I NEED YOU NOW!”

Chia looked disappointed, but bounded over to us, shrinking back to her kitten form. Cerberus whined, giving us pleading puppy-dog eyes, sad to see his new friend go. Meg walked over and gave him a few scritches on his head. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back,” she soothed. He perked up slightly at this and gave a happy bark.

We walked through the gates to the Field of Punishment. I kept my eyes fixed on our skeleton guide. I didn’t want to look at all the horrific punishments going on around me. At one time I would have found it entertaining to watch mortals get their righteous punishment, but now I just felt sorry for them.

We were only here for one person. It was my fault he was here. I should have looked closer. I should have KNOWN. But I let myself be blinded by my own ego and arrogance. I couldn’t look beyond myself, to see that he needed help. It was time to rectify that mistake.

I heard shouts up ahead. At first I tried to ignore them, like I’d been avoiding paying attention to the rest of the Fields of Punishment. Then I caught snatches of what the voices were saying.

“You’re weak.”

“You failed New Rome”

“No one will listen to you. No one cares about you.”

“You were always the weak link. The world is better off without you.”

My stomach clenched. I have had similar thoughts running through my head in the past. If this was his torture, then he was more similar to me than I had thought. Once I had blamed him for my predicament, for my punishment. But he was not to blame. I was. He had believed every word he told me. It was my fault, for not seeing how he would interpret my blessing.

We rounded the corner. In front of us was a blond teenager in stocks. His head and wrists stuck in the board, forcing him to stand hunched over, unable to move. Surrounding him were shades, jeering at him. One walked over and began kicking him, laughing all the while. He didn’t respond.

No. I would not allow this. I blasted the surroundings with light. By the time I had dimmed, the shades were nowhere to be seen. Of course not. They were conjured up by his own imagination. They were never real in the first place.

The teen glanced up at me, his face brightening. “Apollo!” he called, a crazed look overcoming his formerly somber expression, “I knew you would come. They were wrong. Wrong! Those traitors failed New Rome, and failed you. But I won’t. If you give me another chance, I will carry out your will. I will become the savior of New Rome. I will kill the Graecus for you! I will make you the greatest god in the Legion, above all others! You won’t have to be confused by those Graecus scum anymore.”

My heart sank. Intellectually, I knew that the dead didn’t grow or change during punishment, that they would stay in pretty much the same state as when they died, forever. Otherwise they’d all go insane. I’d heard of the state Octavian was in near the end, how mad he had looked, how bloodthirsty he had become. It was another thing entirely to see him for myself. It was like looking at Commodus again, before I had murdered him. I had ignored my failures for so long, pretended they didn’t exist. But that had only allowed me to repeat my mistakes.

At least this was one mistake that I could go some small way towards fixing.

“Octavian. I’m sorry. You misunderstand. We’re here to free you, but not for revenge, or to lead the Romans. The Greeks were telling the truth. They were right. Going to war against Camp Half-Blood, trying to destroy it? I would NEVER wish for that.”

Octavian breathed harder and faster, until he was on the verge of a panic attack. “NO! No no no no no! You PROMISED ME that I’d be the savior of New Rome. That can’t be right! This must be a test. Yes! A test! You’re testing your most loyal follower, seeing whether he truly understands your wishes. I will kill the Graecus and free you from their poison, my Lord!”

He wouldn’t listen. He would never listen. He was another one I couldn’t save, a victim of my ego and cowardice, my refusal to look beyond my own desires, to understand what others were thinking and feeling. Why did I think I could save him? Why-

*SLAP*

I refocused on Meg. It seems that she’d gone for her usual method of telling people they were being stupid: mild violence.

“He’s not tricking you, and he’s not corrupted or poisoned or whatever. He didn’t mean what you thought he meant. We’re here because you tried to do what you thought was best, and I think you could be better. Apollo didn’t want to give up on you. I don’t either. I’m gonna give you another chance.”

Octavian looked confused, not knowing what to make of Meg. I didn’t blame him. Meg had that effect on people.

He opened his mouth, and started to speak, but his words died in his throat as he stared in Meg’s direction. I followed his gaze, ascertaining that he was staring at the kitten on her shoulder. Chia leaped down and started rubbing her face against his ankles, purring and mewing.

“That cat… likes me?” Octavian asked, utterly bewildered. “Where… what… no animals like me. They’re all afraid of me! So why…” He seemed lost. A god testing him, that he could understand. But an animal liking him and showing him affection? Beyond his comprehension. It reminded me of how Lit had responded when Emmie had welcomed him into the Waystation family, how he’d collapsed sobbing at being shown a little kindness.

“Would you like to hold him?” Meg asked.

He moved to nod, but then glared at her. “You mock me. I can’t hold her while restrained. This was just a trick, to torture-”

*click*

The upper part of the stocks disappeared, leaving Octavian free. Meg twirling the keys she had conjured up from who-knows-where.

Of course Meg had the keys for the stocks. Her duties now involved freeing souls from the Fields of Punishment, so she would have to have the means to remove them from their punishments.

Octavian stood, stunned once again. Meg gently lifted the purring skelekitten up from the ground, and placed her in Octavian’s arms. Chia nuzzled Octavian, licking his face endearingly. Those were rough kisses, but Octavian didn’t seem to mind. Tears ran down his face, which Chia happily licked up.

“You’ll get another chance,” I promised him. “I don’t know what your next life will be like, but I know I will meet you along the way. I’ll make sure you aren’t left alone. You will have the help you need this time, and people who care about you. And you will meet up with Chia again.”

Octavian nodded absently, still stroking Chia, lost in her cuteness and affection. Meg reached out and gently touched Octavian. He glowed brighter and brighter, pulsing once, twice, and on the third pulse, he disappeared.

Chia mewed, unhappy that she had been separated from another one of her new friends.

“You’ll see him again,” Meg assured her skelekitten. “It’ll be awhile, but you’ll get to cuddle with him again. I promise.” Chia purred and hopped back onto Meg’s shoulders.

Meg looked at me. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I squared my shoulders. “This time, I’ll look after him properly. I’ll pay attention to what the people around me are really thinking and feeling, and I’ll make sure they get help. I won’t fail him a second time.”

Meg smiled. “Then let’s go home. It’ll be awhile before he’s reborn, and we need to make sure the world is ready for him when he is.”

Together we walked out of the Underworld, to a brighter future.

#trials of apollo #apollo #meg mccaffrey #octavian #hades #the trials of apollo #second chances #fanfiction #toa

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secretlystephaniebrown · 6 years

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The Not-Babysitter

Summary: Steph is volunteered to babysit Damian on his trip to the zoo, much to Damian's consternation. But an encounter with Steph's college classmates might force Damian to admit that things aren't so bad with her around.

I was prompted to write this by @jewishsuperfam AGES AGO and I finally had the right time and mood for it. Hope you guys enjoy! It's been a while since I've written Bat Fam fluff!

(Minor warnings for teen-mom and slut-shaming in this fic, just a heads up!)

Stephanie Brown mentally re-evaluates her life, her choices, and everything that’s led her to this spot.

When Cass had set the terms for their late-night roof tag game last night, Steph had agreed because usually Cass’s terms were things like “buy me a milkshake” or “help me break into a ballet studio so I can leave flowers for the cute Prima Donna.”

But last night?

Cass had, after thoroughly trouncing Steph as usual, asked Steph to “not-babysit” Damian’s trip to the zoo.

“He’s almost eleven,” Steph had said, squinting at Cass. “Why does he need a babysitter?”

“Because last time he went to the zoo... the tiger pavilion is now named “Wayne Pavilion.”

Steph wasn’t sure if Bruce had been forced to pay an inordinate amount of money to cover up for Damian’s antics, or if Damian had managed to fund it using his ludicrously large allowance, but either way, she could see the point.

Which is how she’s ended up here, in her civilian clothes, escorting Damian Wayne, who had to be talked into normal kids clothes, around the zoo.

He squints at her, suspiciously. “I don’t need a babysitter,” he reminds her, for approximately the fifteenth time since she showed up at Wayne Manor to pick him up.

“I know,” Steph says cheerfully. “Ooh, look, seals!”

Damian is actually kind of cute in a zoo setting, Steph realizes. It makes sense, given his love for animals. He’s memorized all the signs and the speeches by the zookeepers, and also all the feeding times so he keeps them on a tight schedule, making sure that they don’t miss a single one.

He tries to give her the slip at the Meerkats while Steph takes a selfie, so she retaliates by forcing him to take selfies with her, and immediately sends them to the group chat she has with Harper and Cass, and the one she has with Tim and Cass, and the one she has with Babs and Wendy and Cass, and the one she has with Duke and Jason, and then she texts it to Bruce, Dick, Alfred, and Kara for good measure.

He tries to steal her phone to delete the evidence after that, but Steph has not spent the past year hanging out with Babs and Wendy for nothing, and has already uploaded it onto the Cloud, safely out of his reach and safely on her laptop.

To make it up to him, she buys him a popsicle shaped like a lion, which he’s been trying really hard to pretend he doesn’t want. She also buys him a hat with an elephant on it, and convinces him to buy a stuffed one as a present to Dick.

Honestly, this is pretty fun.

Steph had never been able to go to the zoo as a kid, except once when she was six and her dad had just scored big. He’d taken her and then ditched her by the giraffes while he and his buddies had gone to case the bank nearby.

It wasn’t the worst of his “take the kid on an outing so I have an alibi” plans, but it was still a pretty shitty one, in Steph’s opinion.

She triple checks where Damian is when they get to the giraffes, just in case, and listens as he explains giraffe vertebrae in detail.

“You ever thought about studying this stuff when you go to college?” She asks him as they start to wander out of the Africa section towards the India section, where the infamous Wayne Tiger Pavilion is.

Damian looks surprised. “I am supposed to study business in order to take over my father’s empire,” he reminds her.

“What, are you saying you’re not smart enough for a double major?” Steph says. Damian immediately bristles, and Steph keeps going. “I suppose you’re right. Zoology is a hard major...”

“How dare you!” Damian shrieks, and Steph laughs, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Hey, if I can double, you can,” she says.

He pauses. “I thought you were pre-medicine?”

“Biology and music,” Steph corrects lightly. “Pre-med’s a concentration. Music makes me more interesting to med school.” And she loves it, but that’s step two in this conversation.

Damian goes quiet. “I wasn’t aware you were cultured enough to play an instrument, Brown,” he says stiffly.

“Piano,” she says, surprised. “I guess I haven’t played in the Manor since--” since she was Robin. Whoops. “For a while,” she says, doing her best to recover. “You do violin, right? Cass says you’re really good.”

Damian looks pleased that Cass complimented something he did. The puppy hero-worship is absolutely adorable, and Steph is practically obligated to buy him a balloon of a tiger’s head wearing a Batman cowl after that.

It’s always great when she can get Damian to act like a normal kid, instead of the crabby, snobby, sometimes-violent angsty teen he likes to pretend he is.

She also immediately takes a picture of him staring up at the balloon in barely masked delight and uploads it to the Birds of Prey locked Facebook group Dinah invited her to join last month.

After viewing the tigers and listening to Damian rant about several now-extinct sub-species of tiger for half an hour, Steph drags him to the cafe near there and orders him an environmentally friendly fair trade ice cream with extra whipped cream and sprinkles, and herself one too, because they’re having a day off, and she can’t be fucked to keep track of her calorie count, no matter how much Babs has been pushing her onto the new work-out routine that’s supposed to give her better abs than Helena.

Also, it’s really hot outside, and they haven’t turned on those thoughtful looking misters that Steph remembered running through as a kid and getting absolutely, delightfully soaked.

Damian is interrogating Steph about the advantages of remaining in Gotham for college versus attending his dad’s alma mater (which Steph thinks is either Yale or Princeton, but can’t remember which), when their delightful afternoon becomes less so.

“Hey, is that Brown?” She hears someone say behind her, and Damian stiffens up.

Steph glances out of the corner of her eye, and spots a group of kids from her Chem class. Frowning, she ducks her head lower, because she’s with Damian, and she’s not exactly supposed to advertise her friendship with the Wayne Family, even in the age of Batman Inc.

“It is!”

“Hey, that’s a kid with her!”

“Oh my god!”

“He’s old!”

“Um, what? He’s like, nine.”

“Yeah,” the voice has gotten conspiratorial. “But she’d have to have been, what? Thirteen when she had him?”

“Wait, he’s hers?” Someone who hasn’t spoken yet gasps, and Steph breaks the recyclable plastic spoon in her hand.

“Haven’t you heard? She was a teen mom,” someone else sniggers. “Mom was a druggie, dad was a crook, and she was a--”

Steph is this close to throwing her ice cream in fucking Cynthia’s face--she recognizes that voice now--when Damian acts first.

By which she means, he disappears from right in front of her, reminding her, once again, that Damian Wayne was trained by literal ninjas since birth.

By the time she gets to her feet and gets ready to start yelling for him, Cynthia lets out a shriek, and she pivots on the spot.

She sees Damian Wayne perching on top of one of the sprinklers with a furious expression and a screwdriver, but no one else does, too busy staring at the screeching college students, who have just been soaked with, instead of a delightful mist of cool, refreshing water, a torrent of ice cold water, enough to make mascara run, ruin hair, and soak through shirts.

Steph claps a hand over her mouth and tries hard not to laugh as she watches Damian vanish into the nearby tree, and reappear across from her as if nothing happened.

“You should go to a school with higher standards,” he mutters, stabbing his ice cream with his spoon.

Steph grins. “But then I’d be too far away for you to insult,” she reminds him.

He pauses, considering this. “I suppose you better stay,” he finally concedes. “But you should apply for more advanced classes, so you don’t have to see those imbeciles again.”

Steph smiles and eats her ice cream before dragging Damian off to visit the petting zoo.

Damian only complains three times, and doesn’t try to escape her once.

He even agrees to take a single selfie.

#Stephanie Brown #Damian Wayne #Cassandra Cain #Bat Family #DC #Steph Writes

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slashed-dreamzzz · 6 years

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Y’all are kinky. I did Jason and Bubba wearing the collars themselves, thought it would be more….fitting;)

Jason

- He’s not quite sure how he feels when one day you approach him with an all too innocent grin, holding out a black leather collar with a gleaming gold buckle on it and sweetly asking if he’d like to try it on, just to see how it looked. If Jason could breathe, he’d sharply inhale at the sight of you smiling up at him with such a deviant glint in your lovely eyes. Unconsciously, Jason would place a weathered hand to the front of his wide neck, remembering how long ago he was hung, nearly strangled, on a noose by a surviving camper when he was still “alive”…. Needless to say, it was most certainly not a pleasant experience. If the relationship between the two of you was still in its beginning stages, Jason would slowly shake his head no, not willing to subject himself to an act so unfamiliar and which brought back unpleasant memories. On the other hand, if you’ve been together long enough Jason would put more thought into the matter. Despite the initial discomfort at the mere thought of having that thing around his throat, he can’t deny the image of you being the one to put it on him, or the way it makes him feel….aroused. Just the thought of you gently tightening the collar around his throat, barely brushing against his Adam’s apple every time he would swallow with you running your hands across the smooth leather and up to his face, caressing his mask with such loving reverence he never knew existed after so many years of solitude, cooing how such a good boy you are, so good for me….How utterly handsome you look with a collar, Jason…. It’s a good look on you….My lovely, obedient pet. All of this flashes across his mind within the span of only a few seconds, but it’s more than enough. Jason would look once more at the collar you held and would slowly nod his head, his hand that was once on his neck finally dropping to his side. You give an elated smile up at Jason, one that quickly becomes more dark in nature. “Oh, how wonderful! I just thought it would be…interesting to try something a little different! So sweetie, before we start, could you do me a teeny favor?” Jason eagerly nodded, taking a step closer towards your waiting form. At this point, he’d do anything you wished of him. You fingered the collar and looked up at Jason with hooded eyes, a dark promise hidden within their depths. “Be a good boy and kneel for me.”

Freddy

- As soon as he saw the leather collar in your hands, he immediately donned a sly smirk on his scarred face. Casually leaning against your bedroom wall, Freddy crossed his arms and gave a playful growl. “I didn’t know you were into that kinda shit. Not that I’m complaining….” He purred, eyeing the collar dangling from your finger. You let out a huff of laughter as you sauntered towards the dream demon, rolling your eyes as you stopped a few feet in front of where he stood. “I suppose there’s quite a few things you don’t know about me….” You drawled, twirling the black leather collar around your index finger lazily. If he had any eyebrows, Freddy would have quirked one upwards. “Is that so…..” he murmured, a slight roughness in his voice, his grin becoming absolutely predatory in nature. Normally such a sight would have you weak in the knees and aching for his deliciously dark love. And damn him, the smug bastard was more than aware of your weakness. Looking up at Freddy with a less than innocent glint in your eyes, you gave a smirk of your own despite the blush burning your cheeks. “That is so…..Care to find out?” You asked, a slight lilt to your tone. A dark chuckle rumbled from Freddy’s chest as he pushed himself off the wall and sidled up to your form, his chest barely brushing yours, the heat coming off him making you feel even warmer. You swallowed audibly. “Don’t mind if I do, dollface. How ‘bout you show Daddy just how cute that collar looks wrapped around your neck. Go on.” Freddy’s husky tone dripped with desire, and you nearly moaned. As if under a spell, you brought the collar to your throat and fastened it accordingly, the cool leather a relief against your flushed skin. He gave a low whistle at the sight of you, and you had to stop yourself from looking away in embarrassment, all your bravado from earlier having faded away, and in its place arose a needy nature only Freddy knew how to wield like a weapon. Freddy raised his ungloved hand to gently push away a few stray strands of hair from your face, and you leaned into his touch with a soft sigh. “I could get used to this….You look damn good right now,” he growled. You shuddered at his praise, an instance that came few and far between. Without warning, his hand swiftly moved to grip the back of your head, slightly tugging on your hair to expose even more of your tempting neck. Your throat bobbed as you thickly swallowed, the possibilities of what he would do to you racing through your lust addled mind. Freddy gave a despicable grin and leaned in to nose your jawline, licking a long strip from collar to jaw. “Let’s see what other dirty secrets my little pet is hiding.”

Michael

- You could have never known the debacle that would ensue with Michael simply because of an impulse purchase one particular day. You had been out and about in town one sunny day, window shopping to your heart’s content as you admired all the small shops adorning the streets of Haddonfield you never had time previously to explore. Having spent the majority of your free time with Michael in the old Myers abode didn’t really allow for many opportunities to go out, but you never minded. Spending quality time with him was always the thing you most looked forward to each and every day. So while you were enjoying some time to yourself on this rare occasion, you happened to pass a small boutique that had recently opened up. More than a little curious, you decided to see what it was all about, promising yourself that you would only look around. Your self control had never been the best. You left with a small bag clutched in your hand containing a beautiful choker that, upon further inspection, was actually an elaborate collar with a small silver buckle. It looked so far from what you normally wore, but that day you had been feeling a bit adventurous. That night you arrived at the Myers house wearing your new purchase, not really expecting Michael to notice or care but still excited to see him nevertheless. Even after announcing your presence upon entering the household, Michael was no where to be seen. Odd. He was usually home around this time of night. Giving a slight shrug, you made yourself home in the kitchen and began gathering some snacks you had stored in the cabinets in previous visits. Upon turning around however, you were startled by Michael suddenly standing right in the kitchen doorway, silent as ever. You heaved a sigh in exasperation, your arms still clutching the snacks. “A little warning next time would be great, yeah?” You managed to stammer out. “I thought for sure you weren’t home yet….” All the while you were speaking Michael’s attention was drawn not to your words, but to your tempting neck accentuated by the collar. He felt himself breathing heavier. When you finally went up to him to place a kiss upon his masked cheek, happy to see him even if he did give you a small fright, Michael gently grabbed your upper arm before you could do so. Looking at him in confusion, you were about to question his sudden hesitance when he suddenly caressed your collar, unnaturally gentle in his ministrations as he ran the tips of his fingers across your throat. You froze, too shocked to do anything besides stand still as he explored your new accessory. With a crooked finger, Michael slid a digit underneath your collar and pulled you against his chest as he raised his mask ever so slightly. Before you even had the opportunity to blush Michael was brushing his lips across your throat, deceptively soft before he bit hard just under your jawline. You let out a surprised moan, and dropped all the snacks you were carrying. He didn’t let you go until your neck was blossoming with dark hickeys, and your lips were swollen from his harsh kisses.

Leatherface

-It had only started as a sudden thought you had one day while thinking about your Bubba while he was away doing his duties. The way he was so eager to please you in both outside and inside the bedroom made you think of an overly large puppy dog that was always excited to be in your presence. Such devotion was one of the many aspects of Bubba that had made you fall head over heels for him in the first place. And the way he reacted so sweetly to any and all compliments you gave him made you want to do it over and over again just to see the way he would bashfully cover his already masked face with his hands, quietly blubbering in embarrassment and giddiness. He was the absolute cutest when praised. It was then a small seed of a realization wormed its way into your pondering mind. He would look absolutely perfect in a collar. A devious grin crept onto your face. Oh, what a delicious concept it was indeed. Your good boy deserved something nice anyway for all his hard work over the past week, and a special gift was the perfect way to reward him. It couldn’t be compared to what you would give after the collar, however. He was sure to enjoy those just as much. After quite a bit of searching around the Sawyer property, since you were unable to go into town or even use the internet, you had to settle upon an old leather collar that you suspect used to be a dog collar found in the barn. The leather was a bit cracked with age, but that was fine. It would fit easier around your Bubba’s wide neck. Skimming your fingers across its worn surface brought a slight smirk upon your face, and you tucked it away into your satchel. That night after dinner you and Bubba were having some quiet time in his room cuddled on the bed. Your head was leaning against his chest with his arms wrapped around your form, and you could feel the steady thump of his heart. Lifting your head ever so slightly to look him in the eye, you decided that now was a good opportunity to present Bubba with his surprise. You released yourself from Bubba’s embrace as he let out a small whine, which was almost enough to make you forget about your mission. Shaking your head with a small smile, you reached over into your satchel and brought out the newly cleaned collar. “Sweetie, I have a surprise for you! But you have to close your eyes alright?” Always the one wanting to please, Bubba giggled and did as you asked. You unlatched the collar and carefully fit it around and under his mask, securing it in place. You stood back on your haunches and gazed at the sight Bubba made, heat already forming between your legs. You were right. He looked absolutely perfect. “Open your eyes now,” You cooed. He brought his hands up to his neck upon opening his eyes, confusion apparent in the way he hesitantly pulled at it. You took his hands into your own and straddled his lap, kissing them softly. “Now Bubba….” You purred as you began to place his hands onto your chest, slowly grinding down as you tugged on his collar. “Be a good boy and beg. I want to see how cute you get when moaning for me, okay?” Bubba whined at his nickname, too overwhelmed by that and his newfound appreciation for becoming your pet.

#jason vorhees #friday the 13th #freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street #michael myers #halloween #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #slasher imagines #my writing #help how do i write sexy

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The Other Girl (Harry Potter AU with Peter Parker) Chapter 3

Notes: This is my 100th post!! Also, I’m opening a tag list for this series, as well as a general tag list. DM me or send me an ask if you want to be on a tag list for anything! Thanks for the support and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Summary: Everything seems to be going fine between you and Peter until somebody shows up with an invite to a party.

The Other Girl - Chapter 3

Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,803

Warnings: a big time skip, oops. Also some fluff and then a dash of angst...

It’s now your fourth year at Hogwarts, and you have had the absolute best time for the past three years with Peter, Ned, and MJ. They make everything in life fun, no matter what else is going on at the moment.

“Look who we have here. (Y/l/n) with her little friends: Penis Parker, no name, and book girl.” Flash laughs behind you as you try to eat dinner with your friends. You whip around to glare at him.

“Wow, look at that Flash! You’re getting better at nicknaming people already, and it’s only taken you three years! Book girl? A real classic, I’m impressed. Now, if you’re done, I’d like to get back to talking with my real friends who choose to be my friend because they like me, not because my family is rich. Why are you here, anyway? You should be at the Slytherin table.” You narrow your eyes at the group.

“As should you, sweet (Y/n). Leave the poor kids alone, won’t you? You aren’t worth each other’s time, anyway. If you choose to stay, you won’t be worth their time because you’re an awful person and they’ll realize that soon. If you leave, they won’t be worth your time because you’ll finally be coming to your senses again and you’ll see that you’re better than they are.” Jason smirks.

“I’ve been away since the first day of first year, and it’s now fourth year. What makes you think I’m going to come back still?” You hum in amusement.

“We’re just here to make your life awful, (Y/l/n).” Flash laughs and lays a hand on your shoulder, obviously not over you or the fact that you’ve moved on. You’ve taken quite a liking to Peter in the three years you’ve gotten to know him. There were times you thought he liked you, too, but there was no way that would ever happen. No, you’d just like him from afar for now. And have some fun with Flash for the time being.

“Oh, get over yourself, Flash. I know you’re only over here because you’re jealous.” You scoff. This causes for his hand to automatically retract from your shoulder.

“What? Me? Jealous? Never. What would I be jealous of?” He clears his throat, crossing his arms. You can sense a slight edge in his tone, though. You know you’ve caught him.

“You mean, you’re not jealous of how much time Peter’s getting to spend with me? Maybe I’ve been reading our relationship wrong all along…” You stand up and mutter. Only a few people around hear you. Peter was one of those people, though, and he goes red in the face from the comment. What you don’t know is how he wishes you weren’t flirting with Flash at the same time.

“N-No...you haven’t been misreading anything…” Flash stutters for the first time ever and you know he’s done for. You drape your arms around his neck and giggle innocently.

“Is that why you always try to get close to me whenever you can even though we’re not technically friends?” You ask, tilting your head to the side and leaning in slightly. You see Flash lean in all too eagerly and you smirk.

“Always.” Flash tries to connect your lips, but you’re too fast. You’ve got your wand to his chin in a flash and he’s flying across the room as you utter the word ‘stupefy’ under your breath.

“Have fun being single, Thompson because you’re never going to get me.” You chuckle and sit down, watching in amusement as everyone around you laughs.

“I thought you were actually going to kiss him there for a moment!” Ned laughs. Peter bites his lip and holds back a chuckle.

“I’m glad you didn’t, though. I would’ve been hurt.” Peter puts a hand to his chest, faking a hurt expression.

“And why would that be?” You smile at him.

“Because I’ve worked so hard for this friendship with you and there you would be, kissing Flash and throwing it all away!” He grins and looks over at you, causing your heart to flutter in your chest. You don’t know what kind of spell you're under, but you know it’s causing you to get a larger and larger crush on Peter Parker every passing day. A crush that you know will either end in the best thing to ever happen to you or the worst. Oh, how you hope it’s the first option.

“You didn’t even have to work hard for my friendship! We get along so easily.” You hit him lightly in the arm as you giggle.

“Well, that doesn’t mean that I’m still not trying hard!” Peter fake pouts.

“Aw, I’m sorry! Does Parker need a hug?” You pout back at him. Peter’s pout remains on his face as he nods slowly. You laugh and hug him. He returns the hug happily, wrapping his arms around you and relishing your touch. Neither of you wants to pull away, but you do, in order to not be in an awkward situation with the other person.

“You guys are too cute.” Ned smiles at you two as you’re pulling away from each other. Both of your faces turn as fast as they can to look at Ned.

“Cute?” You bite your lip, a nervous heat rising to your cheeks and the back of your neck. Peter absolutely could not know about your crush. It would ruin everything.

“We- We’re not...c-cute…” Peter stutters, laughing nervously.

“You’re all ridiculous.” MJ retorts, eating a bite of her food after she says that.

“Why thanks, MJ, I’m glad you think so highly of us.” You tease her, trying desperately to get the subject onto anything but you and Peter.

“I always do.” MJ gives you a quick wink.

“Hi, guys! Make sure to come to my party tonight!” A girl clad in Ravenclaw robes, whom you’ve never even talked to before, passes your table, and lays down a flyer for a party she’s having. You notice as Peter’s eyes widen as he looks at the girl, obviously infatuated by her at first sight. Why couldn’t he look at you like that?

“Who was that?” Peter asks, watching her retreating figure like a hawk.

“Liz Allen, fifth or sixth year girl, I think?” Ned tilts his head at his best friend. You frown and look down at your food, becoming suddenly less hungry. You push away your plate.

“You haven’t even eaten anything.” MJ points out your full plate.

“Just...not hungry anymore, I guess.” You give her a small but pained smile and she nods understandingly. She knows about your crush on Peter, so she probably understands why you’re suddenly not hungry.

“Liz...Allen?” Peter asks, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Yeah, but don’t get any ideas. I’ve heard that every guy in every year likes her.” Ned laughs. Peter’s face falls at this fact and you can’t help but feel jealous. How come she immediately gained his affection when you’ve been working for it for three years with no results? He’s not obligated to like you, sure, but you thought maybe he would after all this time. You’re not that bad, are you? You’ve worked so hard to get better, and you thought maybe you were finally off the hook.

“We should go to her party.” Peter blurts, looking down at the flyer. Your heart skips a beat, and not in a good way this time.

“I’m not really feeling a party right now. Especially not an upperclassman party.” You frown.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun! Especially with all of us there.” Peter tries to convince you, throwing a smile your way. You shake your head.

“I’m not in the mood. At all.” You refuse.

“Please? I need you there, you’re my best friend and my wing woman. Ned will just stutter in her presence, and you’re a girl so maybe you can talk to her with me! Please, for me?” Peter begs, giving you his signature puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, but only because I can’t say no to you Peter.” You sigh. He pumps his fist in the air happily as you agree. You wish you could’ve said no.

“So we’re all going?” MJ asks, looking skeptically at you for agreeing. You shrug and give her another small smile to mask the pain. She doesn’t seem convinced but lets it slide this time.

“Yes, we are! Let’s get ready for a party!” Ned jumps up and runs out of the Great Hall with Peter.

“Great. A couple fifteen-year-old boys at a party filled with older girls. The perfect combination.” You sigh.

“That’s not the reason you’re upset. Peter’s got a little crush on Liz and you don’t like it.” MJ states, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What? No, that’s not it. I just think...an older girl won’t be good for him. What if she messes him up or gets him involved in bad stuff? I don’t know, it’s just risky. He’s so impressionable.” You frown.

“He is easy to manipulate when it comes to girls. But, that’s not the point. You’re denying your obvious crush on him.” MJ says.

“I don’t have a crush on him, MJ, so drop it.” You scowl at her. She rolls her eyes, able to see straight through your lie.

“Well, since you don’t have a crush on him, you should be absolutely fine with going to that party. Not to mention helping him get a girlfriend.” MJ smirks.

“Fine! I do have a problem with that and I do have a crush on him! But it’s not like he likes me back anyway. He’s absolutely head over heels for Liz.” You pout.

“Well, then we need a plan. As much as I hate the plan, maybe you won’t. You need to dress up for the party and show Peter what he’s going to be missing if he gets with Liz. And if he doesn’t realize how great you are after that, then he doesn’t deserve you. Simple as that.” MJ rubs her hands together like she’s plotting something evil.

“Seriously? And-and you think it’ll work?” You ask skeptically.

“Maybe, maybe not. It’s worth a try, though, right?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Of course it is. We’re doing it. I’m finally going to get noticed by Peter because gosh dang it I’m determined!” You slam your fist on the table. A few Hufflepuffs turn to look at you surprised.

“Okay, let’s get you ready, Miss Determined.” MJ rolls her eyes at you again. She stands up and walks out of the Great Hall, you hot on her tail.

“I don’t even have a good dress to wear.” You sigh.

“You’re literally the wealthiest kid in this school. How can you not have a dress?” She looks at you as if you’d grown another head.

“Well...I have dresses, just not any good enough for Peter to notice me. None of them are that cute.” You frown.

“None of them are...cute? Hold on, let me see these dresses.” MJ furrows her eyebrows as you enter your shared room. You cross to your wardrobe and open the door, showing her your long line of dresses in there. Luckily, the wardrobes were enchanted to be bigger on the inside than the outside.

MJ starts to sort through the dresses, muttering under her breath angrily how most of these were better than her entire closet combined. After what feels like forever, she pulls out a green cocktail dress that you didn’t even know you had.

“In my defense, I didn’t know that dress was there.” You hold up your hands as she glares at you.

“None of them are cute, please, most of these are better than half my closet.” She scoffs and throws the dress at you. You catch it and sheepishly make your way to the bathroom, changing into it. Once you step out she raises her eyebrows.

“Dang girl, you make it work,” MJ smirks and picks up your makeup bag.

“Thanks. Also, you don’t know how to do makeup.” You make a face at her.

“Well, I didn’t. I told some seventh Ravenclaw girl once that I didn’t know how to do any makeup and she made me sit down for three hours to have a mini makeup class. I know how to do a lot now because she cast an advanced spell on the door that I didn’t know how to break yet.” MJ sighs and you can see the annoyance written on her features.

“Sounds unfortunate...but now you can do my makeup! You probably know how to do more than I do now.” You joke. She throws you a sarcastic smile before sitting you down in a chair and getting to work on your face. After a good hour of doing your makeup and her blasting music from some magic box she has, you’re finally ready.

“Wow...maybe I need to try and dress nicer every once in a while if I can look this good when I’m done.” MJ whistles, looking you over.

“Really? I never thought I’d hear you say that.” You frown.

“I’m totally kidding. I mean, I look great on my own and I know I do. I don’t need makeup or a dress to know that. Much less any comment from a guy on how good I look.” She groans but throws you a small smile. You nod.

“Understandable. I’m not looking for a comment from just any guy, though. I’ve got one guy in specific that I want to notice me...and boy do I hope he does.” You sigh, plopping on your bed.

“He will, I promise you. He and Ned will be here in about ten minutes to go to the party with us.” MJ says. You nod.

The next ten minutes feel like a lifetime as they pass. Finally, MJ’s magic box makes a noise and she stands up.

“They’re here?” You tilt your head to the side. How could her magic box tell her when they were here? Did they have magic boxes too?

“Yup. It’s a phone, by the way. I see the confused look you’re giving me. You purebloods really are weird.” She shakes her head and grabs your hand, pulling you up off the bed and out of your dorm room.

You watch as MJ walks down the stairs first, Ned nodding his head at her as she rolls her eyes at him. For what reason? You have no idea, maybe she just likes rolling her eyes at you guys.

Finally, it’s your turn. You take a deep breath as you see Peter bite his lip and look at the top of the stairs for you. You step out at the top of the stairs and smile as you see Peter look at you in total shock. You descend the stairs like a princess, the image of poise and grace. Your parents taught you to be graceful at every situation in life, and you’re finally putting it to good use.

“Hi, Peter.” You smile once you reach the bottom of the stairs. Peter struggles to find words, not being able to close his mouth.

“Dude, you’re staring,” Ned whispers to Peter. This seems to snap him out of his trance.

“You-you look beautiful, (Y/n).” Peter gulps and you see him mindlessly play with his hands. You giggle.

“Thank you, Pete. You look quite handsome yourself.” You smile and turn your gaze to MJ, seeing her wink at you with an ever-present smirk on her face. She was right and she knew it.

“Um, shall we get going?” Peter asks, trying to hide the obvious blush on his face. You nod and hook your arms with both Peter and Ned’s arms. MJ refuses to join in the silly friend barrier.

“Where is it?” You ask, looking over at Peter. He still seems a bit shaken from how good you look since he’s already looking at you when you look over at him. Maybe he does like you.

“It’s, uh, it’s in the Room of Requirement,” Peter whispers the location so no teacher overhears. Parties weren’t exactly tolerated around Hogwarts, although Liz’s effort of telling everyone about the party was probably too effective. Teachers probably knew by now.

The four of you take off to the secret room. It’s where most parties were held. Almost everywhere else was too easy for the teachers to find.

Once you reach the Room of Requirement, you step in to find it already bustling with people.

And that’s when you see her. He does, too. You know it. Because his jaw drops and his eyes fill with wonder.

He stares in amazement at the girl standing far ahead of him when you’re right next to him wondering when he’ll notice you that same way.

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Batfam Nov (2017) Fic Recs

So, I want to try and start doing monthly fic recs. I figured it would be fun to try out, and maybe it’ll stick long enough to actually become a thing. But I’ve read a bunch of wonderful fics on ao3 and since I know a lot of people aren’t very comfortable scrolling through fics, even with filters on, I wanted to give people a chance to read some batfam fics that these authors have put so much into.

Where I Stand by DawnsEternalLight Words: 2,821 Summary: Clark comes home one night to find Dick Grayson in his kitchen in need of some advice. Comments: I’m a sucker for Dick going to his Uncle Clark every time he has a problem he doesn’t think he can go to Bruce for. And this fic does a really good balance of both dialogue and action, so it’s pretty easy to get sucked into but also follow along at the same time.

Breather by audreycritter Words: 2,274 Summary: If it feels like you’re always fighting, sometimes you need a break. And if you’re sick, it doesn’t matter if you’re trying to prove you can be a responsible adult— you just need your dad. Comments: Basically the entire first half of this fic was me holding my breath. I have a weakness for Bruce being a dad and Dick being sick or injured and just wanting someone to take care of him. This had both of those things. In short, this fic made me pretty much die.

Collector’s Edition by audreycritter Words: 2,599 Summary: Bruce Wayne overhears some things about Stephanie Brown that are a little bit confusing and it doesn't help at all that his memory is pretty much shot. Fortunately, Alfred is there to help. Comments: There’s not enough fics about Bruce getting old and having problems because of how long he’s been Batman, but Audrey stuns me once again by writing just that and writing it well. The fact that it revolves around Stephanie is great, too.

Watercolour series by Novaviis Words: 97,143 (in 11 fics) Summary: A series of Birdflash, Batfam, and generic DCAU ficlets. Comments: This whole series make me weak. Dick and Wally in puppy love as they try to figure out their relationship. Some of the fics in this series left me an absolute wreck, I swear.

Worlds Apart by Fernandidilly_yo Words: 51,826 (4/10) Summary: Dick's world is falling apart. With all the heroes and Batman gone, the teen thinks this is the end, that is until Dick miraculously end up in an Alternet Universe where the world is whole and there's a family waiting for him. Comments: Oh, man. This fic gets updated every month or so, and this author already wrote one of my favorite Spider-Man fics, so I figured I’d give it a try. And holy cow. The sheer amount of detail given to the flashbacks and each character is stunning. Especially the amount of attention given to Dick as he develops in this new world. The only thing is the occasional tense switch or typo, and they’re pretty easy to ignore.

Horns by HoodEx Words: 2,830 Summary: “What’s with the pet carrier?”

“What’s in the pet carrier would be a better question,” Tim says. He pushes forward on his knees until he’s eye level with the carrier, brows furrowed in concentration. “It’s hiding in the back corner.”

“It? I was hoping you brought me a Halloween kitten.”

Tim leans away from him so they can look at each other properly. “Is that a thing now?” Comments: This fic absolutely blew me away. From the beginning I was hooked, and then I was absolutely cut in half in the middle of it, all the way to the end. I had to literally reread a part because I did not want it to end. I was trying to hold onto the initial emotions that hit me, and I think I’ve read it more than a few times since it was posted.

Middle Winter by jerseydevious Words: 1,788 Summary: When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along, there'll be no more sobbin', when he starts throbbin' his sweet old song. Comments: I will be the first to admit that this fic scares so me so much, just because of how Bruce is acting and the way he seems to be in this state of stasus. There’s so much emotion in this, and jersey does a good job holding your emotions hostage until you feel like you’re about to burst.

Incomitatus by Lightsider Words: 28,391 (12/?) Summary: After the invasion, Dick just needs time to process on his own. Unfortunately, Bruce has been overprotective since Jason's death, and Tim notices more than he should, so Dick pushes everyone out. He should feel guilty - he just feels numb. Comments: Holy crap. This fic really hit me hard, and I loved the way it seemed to accurately capture everyone’s emotions. And Dick’s POV. Just. Woah. The one thing that I would warn about is to be aware of the warnings and the tags. I’m definitely looking forward to an update.

Like Fudge by CaptainOzone Words: 10,167 (3/?) Summary: You know how they say "family is like fudge: mostly sweet...with a few nuts?" Well, this family has more than a FEW nuts.

A "Bat Fam in the Young Justice Universe" oneshot collection. Comments: This is super good. I’m a sucker for the “batfam raised altogether” trope, and the first chapter had me hooked. There’s cuteness and fluff and angst, and a few things that I hope will be explained soon. It’s pretty good!

Frozen History by Aingeal98 Words: 24,112 (7/?) Summary: Bruce Wayne is used to one of his family or co-workers occasionally getting de-aged. What he doesn’t expect is all five of his children reverted to the age of ten. Keeping them all safe is difficult, but he’s Batman, so he’ll handle it.

(He lasts less than twenty-four hours before calling Barbara for help) Comments: THIS HAS ME HOOKED. I love de-aging fics, and to see the entire batfam de-aged all at the same and Bruce having to dad all over the place is honestly amazing. Damian really steps up in this fic, too, and I’ve suddenly got a lot of feelings for the kid. (Also Dickie is so cute in this.)

Reforging the Family by Aoibheall Words: 8,562 (4/?) Summary: In order to become whole again, the family must gather its shattered pieces and journey through the fire once more. A series of one-shots set after Bruce's supposed death. Comments: This is an interesting one. It has a lot of family bonding as the boys try to move past Bruce’s absence and try to adapt to their new situation. Dick is exasperated a lot, and this series definitely has a lot of potential. Each chapter has simultaneously killed me and proven that Dick honestly just needs a break.

A Father’s Return by Aoibheall Words: 2,397 Summary: The burdens borne by his sons in his absence have not left them unmarked. Bruce stands guard over his children and reflects. Comments: A sequel set after Reforging the Family, where Bruce comes back and all of his children are in one place. There’s a lot of emotions in this one, too. It makes sense without reading the prequel, too!

What reveals itself once night has fallen series by Mellaithwen Words: 15,205 (in 2 works) Summary: A trilogy, as the Batfamily makes their way into the DCEU. Comments: A BvS AU where Nightwing was half of the reason that Bruce went down such a dark path. I really love this series. It’s descriptive, well-written, and makes me want to cry my feelings out. Lots of Bruce worrying over Dick and Dick worrying over Bruce and Alfred worrying over both of them. Literally one of the best BvS AUs I’ve ever read.

#dc #fic recs #november fic recs #monthly fic recs

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25 Solgrace and 109 Solackson! THANK YOU! :D

okay first of all: this is an absolute and utter mess. it took a turn at some point i didn’t bargain for and im not sure its for the better lol.

second of all, I am so tempted to give the idea those prompts gave me what they deserve by actually writing a decent longer fic of a few chapters at least but… im not sure thats going to happen. i have a lot of feelings about the au i had in my head while writing this and I... want... to ... so badly....

Solgrace - longdistance relationship kept alive through disgustingly cute snapchats au

Solackson – fell in love while backpacking acrossEurope together

Will had never seen a real castle before. Hiking upthe hill, spying the pale towers and high walls through the trees, Will findsit hard to breathe as awe fills him. As far as castles went it wasn’t that big,or that old, but before coming to Europe Will had considered a hundred years tobe an unimaginably long time, so this definitely didn’t fail to impress him.

He adjusts the straps of his backpack to stop themfrom digging into his shoulders and continues on his path. It’s still early,but Will doesn’t want to waste any time that he could spend exploring thisbeautiful place instead. The sun is just starting to filter through the clouds,bathing the view in a fairy tale light.

The road is empty, maybe because of the early hour orWill choosing to walk the path most people just take by car. It’s peaceful andWill could lose himself in it – almost does, when suddenly the noise of a bikeapproaching rips him out of his thoughts.

He half turns where he stands, unable to help hiscuriosity. The bike is coming racing up the hill, with a lot more ease thanWill’s slow hike, but instead of zinging by, the stranger stops his bike rightnext to where Will has stopped in his step.

The motor shuts off, the quiet returning as Willwatches silently while the stranger removes their helmet – revealing a mop ofmussed black hair and a pair of bright green eyes. He’s gorgeous, Will catches himself thinking and only just stops himselffrom staring with his mouth half open.

“You going up to the castle?” The guy asks him,English with a distinctive New York accent even though they are standing on aroad in France.

Will blinks slowly, just processing for a second, butthen he nods slowly. The stranger grins at that, and Will ignores the way thatsight makes him feel. It’s bad news, in more ways than one.

“Me too. You want a ride?” The offer is casual, nonchalant,and the smile on the stranger’s face is genuine enough that Will wants tobelieve he’d have offered this to anyone found hiking up the same trail. “Thename’s Percy, by the way.”

~*~

Somewhere along the way, Will actually picks up some French.It’s not a lot, and he keeps getting it mixed up with the Spanish he’d learnedin high school, but it comes in helpful more often than not. The people seem toappreciate Will trying more than anything – and if whispering some words toJason on the phone makes the other all flustered, that’s just a bonus.

Will is in the empty hostel kitchen – up early to beable to chat to Jason before he goes to bed – taking a snap of himself with bedhair and sleepy eyes, dressed in only one of Jason’s jersey’s and a pair ofboxers. He knows exactly how much Jason loves seeing Will wear his clothes,especially when they’re apart, and there’s little else he can do to feelconnected when they’re on different sides of the world.

It’s only when Will lowers the phone to type out amessage that he sees Percy in the background of the photo, walking by andsticking his tongue out – even more sparsely dressed than Will. It shouldn’tsend a rush through Will’s body, but he can’t help it either way. For a second,Will considers retaking the photo, then shakes his head and sends it as it is.

There is nothing to hide there, and Will doesn’t likethe implication that comes with keeping Percy and Jason oblivious to each other’sexistence.

It’s not even a minute before he gets a snap return,although the photo is dark, Jason already curled up in their bed at home withglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

“Is that the guy you’re pretending not to moon over?”reads the caption and Will blushes darkly before quickly swiping the photo awayand with it all evidence of Jason catching on to Will’s unsubtle crush.

~*~

After France, they cross through Belgium into theNetherlands. Will isn’t sure when or how they’d decided to travel together fromthere on out, but Will doesn’t find it in himself to protest or complain. He enjoysPercy’s company too much to walk away from it when there’s no need to – andthings have become a lot easier than they were when he was still all byhimself.

It’s still a while before he’s flying back home – backto Jason – but Will can squash any pesky feelings and attachments down untilthen. It’s not like Percy has shown any interest anyway and Will tells himselfthat it’s not just because he knows Will is already taken.

When they decided to stay in Amsterdam for remainderof the month, in a tiny rented apartment in De Pijp that a friend of Percy’s gotthem into, Will hadn’t realised just how much harder ignoring his affectionwould become.

It was one thing to be out and exploring with Percy,to see the cities and cites and landscapes they travelled through, and to crashinto a shitty hostel bed at the end of the day amongst six or more other travellers.It was something entirely different to be living together in a place that wasessentially their own for the time being, with no one to disrupt and distractfrom whatever was or wasn’t going on between the two. The way things are going,Will isn’t sure he’ll make it to the end of the month.

“Hey…”

Will looks up from the window he’d been standing by,brooding. Percy is close, one hand half reached out to Will’s arm buthesitating to touch without permission.

“Are you alright?” He asks, and now Percy’s concern showsclear on his face.

Will opens, then closes his mouth. He isn’t sure howto even begin answering this if he doesn’t want to lie, and most of the time,Percy can tell if he isn’t honest to begin with.

“Just thinking.” Will says, trying to avoid thequestion. It’s not quite like he can tell Percy that it’s killing him how muchhe wants to kiss his dumb face, or that despite Jason’s permission(encouragement even) Will can’t bring himself to because there is no way thatwouldn’t end in heart break.

Will wouldn’t be flying home until Christmas, and heknows that Percy has no plans to return any earlier than that. Even before Willhad left North America, long before Percy stumbled into Will’s life, Jason andhe had decided to open up their relationship for whatever more they might find along the way. The problem now isn’t that Willcannot or should not give whatever he was feeling for Percy a try – the problemis that he isn’t sure that after once he’d had a taste of it, he’d ever be ableto let it go again.

Percy hands comes to rest on Will’s arm after all, andafter a second, pulls him close against his side. All Will can do is clench hisfists at his side so he doesn’t just melt into the embrace.

“Homesick?” Percy asks, and while that isn’t far off,it’s the entirely wrong conclusion.

“I guess so.” Will replies even so. He does missJason, and their friends, but that’s not what gnawing at him at the moment.

“You’ve always got me here.” Percy says gently andwhen Will looks up at him, there is a small, almost shy smile on Percy’s face. “Forwhat it’s worth.”

Will doesn’t answer, just studies Percy’s face foranother moment before finally giving in and allowing himself to lean into thehug.

“It’s worth more than you think.” He whispers, voicesmall. Will isn’t sure he even wants Percy to hear, and if Percy has, he doesn’tsay anything in response.

~*~

“New York isn’t that far.” Jason tries. His voicesounds distorted over the phone, but Will has gotten used to that by now.

He’s sitting on the balcony, looking down at theslowly emptying street of Amsterdam. It’s a warm evening, one of the last fewbefore fall will properly set in. Percy is out – Will isn’t entirely surewhere, but he’s grateful for the privacy of this conversation.

“It’s on the other side of the country, Jason.” Hereplies and even to his own ears, Will sounds like a kicked puppy. “And evenso, who says he’d even want to see me again once this is all over?”

This isn’t the first time the thought has crossed Will’smind, and it’s the one that’s holding him back the most. Even if Percy wouldwant him now, for the convenience or thrill of it, there is no guarantee he’llhave any interest in Will once they are both going back to their lives. Willcan’t get into this just for his heart to be broken.

“Why wouldn’t he?” Jason says, always the voice ofreason. “Baby, anyone would be lucky to have caught your attention like that.And you’ve stuck together this far, why should that change?”

Will huffs. Jason doesn’t get it, not quite, and Willisn’t sure he could explain it properly even if he tried.

“It’s convenient now, there is no one else.” Willsays. He doesn’t hear the apartment door unlock, despite the exit to thebalcony wide open behind him.

“We’re friends because it makes sense for now. Theclosest we’ve got to home over here and it’s easier than traveling alone. If youreally think that’s going to last further than that, you’re even more naïve thanI thought.” He doesn’t mean the words to come out as spiteful as they do, buthe is scared of getting hurt, and he’s scared of admitting how much it alreadymakes him ache to know he is right.

Jason sighs exasperated. Sometimes Will wonders wherehe takes the patience from to put up with Will’s whining.

“That’s not true.” He says simply. “Give him morecredit than that, give your friendship more credit than that.”

Will scoffs. He’s bitter now, and there’s no stoppingthe words coming out of his mouth no matter how much he loathes them: “Thiswill be over the second I step onto the plane to come back to you. It meansnothing, not in the big picture.”

“Will, I know you don’t mean that –” Jason starts, butWill doesn’t hear him – only the soft creak of the balcony door, then the stepsas they hurry away. Will only catches a glimpse of Percy’s hurt expression, butit’s enough to shatter his own heart into a thousand pieces.

“Percy, wait!” He calls, already scrambling to hisfeet, cursing himself and all this, hanging up on Jason without another – he canexplain later, this is more important. Out of context, his words will havesounded even worse than Will meant them to be.

The front door slams shut before Will even getsinside, and he rushes to find his shoes and grab a jacket (it’s one of Percy’s,but Will doesn’t notice now) to follow. He calls out again into the hallway,hearing Percy’s feet running down the stairs, and they don’t stop at the soundof Will’s voice.

He almost falls over himself trying to get down thestairs as far as possible, and when he finally stumbles out onto the street,Percy is already halfway down the block.

“Please!” Will shouts, and he doesn’t care that he’smaking a scene, making the few people still around stop and stare at the sourceof the noise. “Percy, come on!”

Will catches up with Percy at the end of the road,facing one of the canals running through the city. He must have slowed down, orelse Will never would have been able to outrun him, and that’s all Will needsfor now.

“I’m sorry, Percy, I’m so sorry.” Will pants as soonas he is close enough, out of breath from the race down the street. “It’s notlike it sounded, I promise.”

Percy doesn’t reply right away, but he turns around toface Will, arms hugged around his middle and eyes brimming with not yet shedtears. It’s like a stab to Will’s chest, knowing he is the reason for them.When he opens his mouth to speak, to explain, Percy shakes his head slowly.

“Nothing.” Is all Percy says at first, and the word chillsWill to the core. “That’s all, hm? Just…nothing.”

Will wants to cry. He should have seen this coming,but of course he didn’t. Shaking his head slowly first, then feverishly, Willtries to reach out to Percy only to have him step out of reach.

“No, no you got it all wrong.” He pleads and his ownvoice sounds more pained than he has any right being now. It’s not Percy whohas hurt him like Will had feared all along – he is the bad guy now. “It isn’tnothing it’s – ”

Percy doesn’t let Will finish. He barks a laugh,bitter and hurt and Will feels a tear spill down his cheek after all.

“Don’t” Percy says and his voice is as cold as ice. “Idon’t want you to tell me any lies, I’ve heard enough. I’m convenient andnothing more – should have known better than to make myself believe this meanssomething to you.”

He tries to turn away, leave Will with nothing butthis dismissal but Will can’t bring himself to let Percy go, not like this. Hereaches out, ignoring the way it hurts when Percy flinches away from his touch –but it makes the other stop long enough for Will to speak again.

“This, no, you- you mean so much to me.” He tries, but his voice breaks. This was not howWill had seen his confession going down, not that he had believed it to happenat all. “So much that is scares the shit out of me. I want this to be nothingbecause I can’t stand the alternative, that there’s something there that I canhave for a month only to lose it when you go back to your life and forget allabout the stupid boy you picked up on the side of some road.”

Will’s crying now, in the middle of the street,feeling like the single most horrible person on earth.

“Jason kept saying that I’m being stupid, but I couldn’trisk it and ruin all the good memories just because I couldn’t be content withwhat you gave already. I wanted it to be nothing because if it was something,then it was something I would lose.”

Will finally stops and Percy – Percy just stares athim. There is a wet track down his cheek where a tear has gotten away, but therest of his face is a stony mask. Will is sure he has ruined it for good now,that maybe having Percy believe Will didn’t care about their friendship wouldhave been better than letting him know how much deeper his feelings truly run.

Percy doesn’t say a single word, but he steps closer,into Will’s reach, then into his space. It seems surreal, like Will is watchingit happen from the outside rather than living in this moment. Hands cup hischeek, green eyes lock onto his own. Will thinks his heart has stopped, but hedoesn’t care, not now.

“And people tell me I’m oblivious.” Percy says quietlyand Will doesn’t catch onto what he’s trying to say until there is a pair oflips against his own.

#solackson #solgrace #pjato #my stuff #my fic #now the actual fic would have jercy developing in the background too but theres no allusion to that in here

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #177

“i get pretty just to fuck my face up.”

What’s your favorite flavor of ice pop? Strawberry or watermelon. Do you like animal print? What’s your favorite print? Not particularly, but I suppose jaguar. What do you think of foot tattoos? Surprisingly, not a big fan. It's gotta be cute, well-placed, and small. Did your senior class in high school have a class trip? Where did you go? Maybe? I don't remember. What do you normally order at Dunkin Donuts? Chocolate frosted. What do you drink with dinner? It varies. Can be soda, water, milk... Peanuts or sunflower seeds? I don't like either. What is your favorite grocery store to shop at, and how often do you shop for groceries? Sam's Club totally has the best deals, but I don't make the shopping calls here. Who is your favorite character from the last movie you watched? Uhhh the super paranoid lady whose actress is a legend. Where did you have your first kiss? What about your last kiss? His bed; airport. What is the last thing you spoke to your father about? Phone bill. Who do you feel you have the most in common with? Sara. Who in your life causes you the most stress or negative feelings? Myself. Have you ever apologized to someone, but didn’t mean it? I'm sure at some point. What is the one thing that you can’t resist? Reese's, I sometimes cannooooot tell myself no to a Mtn. Dew Voltage, wanting to pet an animal even if it's dangerous, and uhhh I'm sure there's more. Have you ever done another person's homework for money? No. If you could play any piece of music on an instrument, what would it be? Teach me the ending piece from WKM on the piano so I could ruin myself further than just listening to it already does. Have you ever treated someone like they were nothing? I don't believe so. If you could ask 5 questions and get an exact answer, what would you ask? Oh yikes, deep one. Um... 1.) what is the cure for cancer, 2.) cure for Alzheimer's/dementia, 3.) cure for HIV/AIDS, 4.) how can/is it even possible to obtain world peace, and 5.) will I be stable in the future are what come to mind first. Does it frighten you when animals get into fights? I GET VERY SCARED FOR THE ANIMALS. When you were little did you touch just about everything in the store? YUP YUP YUP. Do you ever leave your drinks out in the open at a party? N/A, but I absolutely would not. Ever suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder? Yes. Who is someone you’ll always hate? No one I personally know. How many people do you trust 100 percent? Just one. I would include Mom, but I know she lies about Dad. Do you think you could survive a month of solitary confinement? NO, I really think I'd lose it and kill myself. Do you often start books, yet never finish them? I don't read, but I'd do that if I didn't like it. When was the last time you felt abandoned by someone? Idr. Does the sight of blood gross you out? No. Have you ever gone through a red light? No. Do you fail to stop for stop signs, sometimes? No. What is your favorite eye color in the opposite sex? Blue. When you are sad, do you cheer yourself up, or look to others? It depends, but I usually begin with the former. During which year of your life were you the most unhappy? 2016 can been damned by God themselves. Have you ever seen a bluejay in person? Yes. Have you ever eaten grass/leaves? Probably as a kid. Do you typically like green-colored candies? Yeah! Apple flavor is the bomb.com. Who is the most energetic and happy person you know of? Ryder, my nephew. Who makes you smile the most often? Sara Jane. :') How do you express your happiness? I'm louder, more talkative, goofier. When was the last time you did a good deed? Uhhh idk. It's a tiny thing, but I suppose you could count me getting my old man bub with arthritis up on the bed when he wanted up. What songs make you happy? Lots... Do you like to sing? Sometimes, but I'm not good at it. Where is somewhere that holds fond memories for you? Ummm the little pond behind the community college where we took our first prom photos. That whole day was just extremely magical, and passing it is a severe PTSD trigger so if for whatever reason we're driving past there, Mom goes around it. I did pass it a few months back when I was taking pictures of flowers around the college and I was okay, probably because I didn't even glance at it. What do you think of the gothic stereotype? # A E S T H E T I C Have you ever encountered a black widow? Yup. What scares you, more than anything else? Ending up alone/losing all those I love. Has an animal ever peed on you? Lol yeah... Pet rodents have multiple times when getting them accustomed to being held, a puppy probably has, and Venus (my snake) did once after I held her for like an hour, aha. Couldn't be mad at that angel, she was obviously so comfy. What would make a cool substitute color for the sun? Pink. Is purple a good color for a car? Sure. Do you prefer green or purple/red grapes? Purple; crisper. What is something you like that is sour? Warheads. What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? Some hot wings at BWW with one of the hottest sauces. When was the last time you had a real deep chat? Idk, I'm sure something with Sara. Who did you last see on webcam? I've no idea. Have you ever discovered something gross in your food at McDonalds? No. What’s your favorite flavor of Ramen? I only like the spicy chicken Yakisoba ones. Have you ever spent the night in jail? No. Name a really popular television show you never got into: Ha, a lot. Game of Thrones, for one, but I'd be willing to give it a second chance via more episodes and a different attitude and actually kinda want to. Sara, add that to our list. Do you listen to any unsigned bands/singers? Who? No, I don't believe so. 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The assessment lady at VR loved my hair. Do you know any sign language? No. Who was the last person to give you a gift? Sara, on our anniversary. Do you trust the media? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA BITCH NO. If you could kill off one species of animal, which would it be? Can gnats like????? not???????? Idk if they have a single useful function????????? What kind of cookies are your favorite? Chocolate chip. Who’d you last say I love you to? My mom. What’s the most overpaid job in your opinion? I'm not educated on this enough to give you an informed answer. What’s the last thing you wrote down? Working out a math problem during the assessment. When’s the last time you didn’t sleep in your own bed? Over a month ago. When’s the last time you heard a gunshot? Idk. Who’d you get mad at last? Myself. What’s the last thing that annoyed you? Bentley wouldn't listen. When’s the last time you gave someone advice? I think yesterday? Do you think you’re lucky, unlucky, or neither? Neither. Who did you last disappoint? Myself. Do you enjoy learning? Of course!!!! I mean there're subjects I have no interest in and don't enjoy, but learning as a whole is great. People say you learn something new every day, so what did you learn today? Well it was nothing big, but that I could return Miku before she got hurt since Mitsu didn't appreciate a new "buddy." Yes or no: eyebrow piercings? They can look super badass or awful depending on your face and eyebrow thickness imo. When I say The Beatles, what is the first song that comes to mind? "Yellow Submarine" even tho I hate that song???? In your opinion, what is the very worst type of weather? Hot and humid, especially with no breeze. Just no. You can only listen to 1 band for the rest of your life, who do you pick? DON'T MAKE ME. What is something that you had to learn the hard way? DON'T. THINK. A RELATIONSHIP. IS WITHOUT A SINGLE CHANCE. OF. SOMEONE. LEAVING. EVEN. IN THE MOST "SECURE" ONES. When was the last time you felt like your heart was actually breaking? Ahhhh I'm not sure. Either something with Mom or Sara. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Mom. If your ex called you right now, would you answer? I don't have his number, so I wouldn't answer. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Sara. Do you want your tongue pierced? It is. 10/10 recommend for cute factor, but 0/10 for the healing process and pain asjfawiwo. Mine's through the very tip of my tongue and because that area is so sensitive, it was so painful that I became immediately nauseous. Pain didn't entirely vanish for almost two weeks. BUT I have zero regrets, so worth it. Is there something that happened in your past you hate talking about? Yeah. What’s one thing in your life that you wish you could change? Financial position. Have you ever been in a perfect relationship? Ha, don't ever believe those exist. Do you still talk to the person who broke your heart the most? Nope. Have you ever done something sexual that you regret? Ummm I don't believe so. Well, I don't know if I'd take back going all the way or whatever the fuck that was, maybe I would. idk Ever had a person who was obsessed with you so much that it scared you? No. Can you drive, and if you can, do you like it? I'm capable, but I don't enjoy it at all. Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret? Yeah, being in a shit mood and/or being impulsive with my words. Do you like french fries? Who the FUCK sayin no to this. Have you ever ate so much you puked? No. Do you care about what others think of your physical appearance? To some degree/in certain aspects. Would you rather eat cookies or brownies? Probs brownies. Have you ever played a drinking game? Which ones? No. Are you good with managing your finances? I don't. Not in that position yet. What is the closest pizza place to your house? Domino's. Do you have any silly nicknames or pet names? Hmmmm no. Are you any good at drawing? Some things. Is there anything unusual about your house? No. Can you maintain a text conversation or do you run out of things to say? I think I'm good at keeping *text* convos going, surprisingly. Do you find it hard to talk to strangers, even people who work in stores? YEAH!!!!!!! Have you ever tasted goat’s milk? No. Did you ever take classes for a musical instrument when you were younger? Yup. Band member all through middle school, stopped after my junior year of HS. Do you snore when you sleep? No, but I talk a loooot. Who is the first person who broke your heart? Dad. Do you know anyone who has fought in a war? Jason's dad was in the Navy. What religion are you? Theist, which basically just entails me believing there's a god/goddess/some sorta beginning deity, but hell if I know anything about them. I make my own guesses. Who is the last person you gave a ride to, and where did you take them? I don't have a license or my own car. What is the last thing you untruthfully denied? Hm. I'm not sure. Have you ever ridden on a real train? No. Name ONE good memory about your last ex? He's absolutely hilarious and I miss hanging out more! Would you consider yourself dishonest? Not gonna bullshit and claim I never am, but in general, no. Do you tend to let people break through your walls easily? HAHA YEAH RIGHT. What are you superstitious about? Nothing. What is the coolest thing you can do? Oh boy, hell if I know. I know from experience people are often surprised how even skittish animals/pets seem to be drawn to me; does that count? Is there anyone you want to hook up with that you haven’t? Not my thing.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

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“When someone is in a bad mood, look them in the eyes and tell them to smile. They will always smile and cheer up a bit.” (Smile Quotes And Sayings)

“I’m really exciting. I smile a lot, I win a lot, and I’m really sexy.” – Serena Williams

“I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile.” – Charles de Lint (Smile Quotes And Sayings)

“Remember even though the outside world might be raining, if you keep on smiling the sun will soon show its face and smile back at you.” – Anna Lee

“Smile, for everyone lacks self-confidence and more than any other one thing a smile reassures them.” – Andre Maurois (Smile Quotes And Sayings)

“Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.” – Thomas Gray

“Sometimes people have to cry out their tears to make room for a heart full of smiles.” (Smile Quotes And Sayings)

Best Smile Quotes And Sayings

“I never smile unless I mean it.” – Donny Osmond

“I love those random memories that make me smile.” (Smile Quotes And Sayings)

“Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.” – Mother Teresa

Smile Quotes

“A smile is the universal welcome.” – Max Eastman (Smile Quotes)

“Here’s wishing you the smiles o’ life and not a single grumble.” – Irish Blessing

“You haven’t lost your smile at all, it’s right under your nose. You just forgot it was there.” (Smile Quotes)

“Look back, and smile on perils past.” – Walter Scott

“There is no weapon in the feminine armory to which men are so vulnerable as they are to a smile.” – Dorothy Dix (Smile Quotes)

“Colors are the smiles of nature.” – Leigh Hunt

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“A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.” – Herman Melville (Smile Quotes)

“Children learn to smile from their parents.” – Shinichi Suzuki

“A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.” (Smile Quotes)

“Nobody needs a smile so much as the one who has none to give. So get used to smiling heart-warming smiles, and you will spread sunshine in a sometimes dreary world.” – Lawrence G. Lovasik

“Smile. Have you ever noticed how easily puppies make human friends? Yet all they do is wag their tails and fall over.” – Walter Anderson (Smile Quotes)

“Never regret something that once made you smile.” – Chinese Proverb (Smile Quotes)

Smile Quotes

“It is impossible to persuade a man who does not disagree, but smiles.” – Muriel Spark

“Don’t cry for a man who’s left you; the next one may fall for your smile.” – Mae West (Smile Quotes)

“You’ll find that life is still worthwhile if you just smile.” – Charlie Chaplin

Smile Quotes For Her

“7 billion smiles and yours is my favorite.” (Smile Quotes For Her)

“Your smile is your logo, your personality is your business card, how you leave others feeling after having an experience with you becomes your trademark.” (Smile Quotes For Her)

“A smile is the best makeup any girl can wear.” – Marilyn Monroe

“Your smile is the prettiest thing you’ll ever wear.” (Smile Quotes For Her)

“Keep smiling because life is a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.”

“Never underestimate the importance of having a person in your life who can always make you smile.” (Smile Quotes For Her)

“Worry less, smile more. Don’t regret, just learn and grow.”

“Once smile can start a friendship. One word can end a fight. One person can change your life.” (Smile Quotes For Her)

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“Making one person smile can change the world. Maybe not the whole world but their world.” (Smile Quotes For Her)

“Smiling doesn’t necessarily mean you’re happy. However, sometimes it just means you are strong.”

“Smile and let everyone know that today you’re a lot stronger than you were yesterday.” (Smile Quotes For Her)

“Everyone should smile. Life really isn’t that serious. We make it hard. The sun rises. The sunsets. However we just tend to complicate the process.” “Smile! Happiness looks gorgeous on you!”

“By the way, I’m wearing the smile you gave me.” (Smile Quotes For Her)

“There is always a reason to smile, you just have to find it.”

“Use your smile to change the world, don’t let the world change your smile.” (Smile Quotes For Her)

“Use your smile to change the world; don’t let the world change your smile.”

Smile Quotes For Her

“Smile! It increases your face value.” Robert Harling

“I can sing and dance. I can smile – a lot.” – Chris Colfer (Smile Quotes For Her)

“Smiling is my favorite exercise.”

Smile Quotes For Him

“When I look out at the people and they look at me and they’re smiling, then I know that I’m loved. That is the time when I have no worries, no problems.” – Etta James (Smile Quotes For Him)

“Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day.” (Smile Quotes For Him)

“Smiling is definitely one of the best beauty remedies. However, if you have a good sense of humor and a good approach to life, that’s beautiful.” – Rashida Jones (Smile Quotes For Him)

“I think that anybody that smiles automatically looks better.” – Diane Lane (Smile Quotes For Him)

“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

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“Always keep your smile. That’s how I explain my long life.” – Jeanne Calment (Smile Quotes For Him)

“If I can see the pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. However, if I can see the joy in your eyes then share with me your smile.” – Santosh Kalwar

“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.” – Joseph Addison (Smile Quotes For Him)

“Smile in the mirror. However, do that every morning and you’ll start to see a big difference in your life.” – Yoko Ono

“A smile is happiness you’ll find right under your nose.” – Tom Wilson (Smile Quotes For Him)

“If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.” – Andy Rooney

Smile Quotes For Him

“A gentle word, a kind look, a good-natured smile can work wonders and accomplish miracles.” – William Hazlitt

“Smile, it’s free therapy.” – Douglas Horton (Smile Quotes For Him)

“It’s so hard not to smile.” – Zoe Sugg

“You’ve got to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad, love what you’ve got.” (Smile Quotes For Him)

Smile Quotes Funny

“I like to smile. I smile even when I’m nervous since it calms me down and shows my friendliness.” – Yani Tseng

“Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.” – Paramahansa Yogananda (Smile Quotes For Him)

“My children are the reason I laugh, smile and want to get up every morning.” – Gena Lee Nolin

“People seldom notice old clothes if you wear a big smile.” – Lee Mildon (Smile Quotes For Him)

“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.” – Thomas Paine

“We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.” – Mother Teresa (Smile Quotes For Him)

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“I get home and my son is smiling or he comes running to me. However, it has just made me grow as an individual and grow as a man.” – LeBron James

“A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.” – Denis Waitley (Smile Quotes For Him)

“Before you put on a frown, make absolutely sure there are no smiles available.” – Jim Beggs

“A smile is like an instant facelift and an instant mood lift.” – Christie Brinkley (Smile Quotes For Him)

“Lighten up, just enjoy life, smile more, laugh more, and don’t get so worked up about things.” – Kenneth Branagh

“Most smiles are started by another smile.” – Frank A. Clark (Smile Quotes For Him)

Smile Quotes Funny

“I never get tired of smiling. I’m just the kind of guy who likes to smile.” – Jason Ritter

“A body smiles, like, 72 times a day. Where does that smile go? That’s what I want to know.” – Goldie Hawn (Smile Quotes For Him)

“We all have our down days, but it’s not hard to smile and say, ‘Thank you.’ – Yvette Nicole Brown

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“I eat every two hours. I sleep for eight hours. Also, I have lots of water. However, I pray to keep calm. Most importantly, I have a smile on my face.” – Vidya Balan

“After my husband, John Lennon passed away, I tried to smile for my health.” – Yoko Ono (Smile Quotes For Him)

“If you cannot smile when you listen to music, then do not listen to it!” – Estelle

“I just want to show the fans my big smile and play the game that I love.” – Yani Tseng (Smile Quotes For Him)

“I think a smile can make your whole body. However, models, they look fabulous, but they don’t smile, and they look so mad.” – Serena Williams

“I get really frustrated if people don’t smile.” – Sophie Ellis-Bextor (Smile Quotes For Him)

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“Always wear a smile sometime during the day. However, it makes you feel happier and looks younger.” – Kylie Bax (Smile Quotes For Him)

“Everyone looks so much better when they smile.” – Jimmy Fallon

“Always wear a smile because you never know who is watching.” – Gracie Gold (Smile Quotes For Him)

“The coolest part about seeing a girl wear something comfortable is the smile that you can just feel coming through from inside her.” – Kellan Lutz

“It hurts when you have to smile and you don’t want to smile, but the best thing to do is to smile.” – Mary J. Blige (Smile Quotes For Him)

“I enjoy jokes, smiling, and making people smile.” – Tim Duncan

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“I wake up every morning literally with a smile on my face, grateful for another day I never thought I’d see.” – Dick Cheney

“Smiling is very important. If we are not able to smile, then the world will not have peace.” – Nhat Hanh (Smile Quotes For Him)

“Nothing you wear is more important than your smile.” – Connie Stevens

Latest Smile Quotes

“Dare, dream, dance, smile, and sing loudly! And have faith that love is an unstoppable force!” – Suzanne Brockmann (Latest Smile Quotes)

“Wear a smile — one size fits all.”

“One smile can’t change the world, but your smile changes to mine.”

“A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.” – Phyllis Diller (Latest Smile Quotes)

“A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you’re at home.” (Latest Smile Quotes)

“If you’re reading this… Congratulations, you’re alive. If that’s not something to smile about, then I don’t know what is.” – Chad Sugg, Monsters Under Your Head

“Smile at strangers and you just might change a life.” – Steve Maraboli

“All the statistics in the world can’t measure the warmth of a smile.” – Chris Hart (Latest Smile Quotes)

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“A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.” – Washington Irving

“Nothing shakes the smiling heart.” – Santosh Kalwar (Latest Smile Quotes)

“You’ve got to S-M-I-L-E To be H-A-P-P-Y” – Shirley Temple Black

“Smile, it is the key that fits the lock of everybody’s heart.’ – Anthony J. D’Angelo (Latest Smile Quotes)

“I was smiling yesterday, I am smiling today and I will smile tomorrow.Simply because life is too short to cry for anything.” – Santosh Kalwar

“If you don’t start out the day with a smile, it’s not too late to start practicing for tomorrow.” (Latest Smile Quotes)

“My children and my husband make me smile. My work makes me smile.” – Victoria Beckham

“Allowing yourself to smile takes 99% of the effort.” – Simon Travaglia

Latest Smile Quotes

“I wake up each and every day with a smile on my face knowing I get to do something musically.” – Two Chainz (Latest Smile Quotes)

“The bat is gone, but the smile remains.” – Willie Stargell (Latest Smile Quotes)

New Smile Quotes

“Show me a smile, and I’ll show you one back.” – Vanilla Ice

“If you don’t have a smile, I’ll give you one of mine.” (New Smile Quotes)

“Smile. It instantly lifts the face, and it just lights up the room.” – Christie Brinkley

“Share your smile with the world. It’s a symbol of friendship and peace.” – Christie Brinkley (New Smile Quotes)

“I just want to make people smile.” – Julie Garwood (New Smile Quotes)

“A smile is the best way to get away with trouble even if it’s a fake one.” – Masashi Kishimoto

“It only takes a split second to smile and forget, yet to someone that needed it, it can last a lifetime.” – Steve Maraboli (New Smile Quotes)

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“Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

“You can go a long way with a smile. You can go a lot farther with a smile and a gun.” – Al Capone (New Smile Quotes)

“I hoped I could make people smile and laugh and have a good time.” – Carson Kressley

“I wake up every day with a smile on my face.” – Henry Ian Cusick

“People smile at me as if they know me. I just smile back. However, they probably might know me.” – Jim Broadbent (New Smile Quotes)

New Smile Quotes

“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.” – Suzanne Collins (New Smile Quotes)

“If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. However, don’t be surly at home, however, go out in the street and start grinning ‘Good morning’ at total strangers.” – Maya Angelou

“When you have to work, work with a smile.” – Kapil Dev (New Smile Quotes)

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