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[crsssie]

Concept: Jaime having a lot of left over adrenaline from a fight so he fucks the reader up against the nearest wall

post-fight. - jaime reyes x reader (nsfw warning!)

it happens more often than Jaime admits, but less often than you complain to him about it for.

Jaime has you pressed against the back of the wall in some run-down alleyway, only half of his suit deactivated as he's rutting into you desperately, the sweat and blood still on the back of his armor, his sweat running down his sides as you cling onto his biceps for life, exhausted panting and whimpers slipping past your lips as you stare at him disappear into you with a lewd squelch each time.

"I'm sorry." He whimpers into your ear. "You just— looked so good, mi vida, I just—"

You moan as he presses his lips to yours, desperate to muffle the moans coming out of your mouth, yet wanting to keep listening to them. Maybe swallowing them would work.

It doesn't, but Jaime does get the reward of you biting his bottom lip as he feels you spasm around him, your orgasm ripping through your body as you gush around him, and Jaime only speeds up to chase after his own high, pulling from your lips to tell you how pretty you were, whimpering and moaning quietly over you, eyes raking your body to see how dazzling you were when covered in a layer of sheen from the sweat.

and when he feels his own orgasm rip through him, chest pressed to yours as he gasps into your ear, he makes sure to clean you up, tongue pressed to your you, drunk on the taste of you and him mixed together, hums from his chest shooting up your spine and causing your fingers to fly to his hair, whimpering.

and when he finishes, his suit finally comes off completely as he holds you in his arms, mumbling into your ear about how good you were for him, how he was sorry for taking the adrenaline out on you again, pressing you to his chest as he lets you fall limp in his hold and get some well-deserved rest, he presses a kiss to your forehead and takes care of the rest. After all, it's the least he can do for you.

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[intramoon]

This bitch is *crack of the whip*

[timeislikemusic]

drunk  kiss. early in their partnership 😆 for lx

Scarlet red swirls around the wine glass at a steady, slow rhythm. He’s had too much. He’s had too much. The thought drifts loosely in Liu Xiao’s mind, taunting. He shushes it with another sip and swallows to hold it down. Vein has already outdone him in this game of theirs, he’s sure. He’s no lightweight. He just lacks the same experience, picky tastes deterring him from regular indulgence.

It’s not aggravating or surprising. He expected as much when he clinked their glasses together at the beginning of the evening in a toast. Liu Xiao is unafraid of losing a battle to win a war. One step at a time, he works his way closer to Vein. His greatest virtue is his mind, his patience, his willingness to stand his ground or tolerate a retreat — all in the name of the inevitable. He figures this, tonight, should help. Or at least contribute. Vulnerability in loosened inhibitions is a rare gift.

When they first met, he aspired to take Vein apart like clockwork. From the crown to the latch to the glass top plate, he needed to understand every uncovered feature, every ticking mechanism. He still recognizes the urging desire, just plans to go about it another way. Gradually, he pours Vein another glass, sincerity tugged at the corners of his mouth. Politeness is a mask best worn gently. Overwind the tension and it’d stretch to break the illusion. 

There is an illusion, after all. Liu Xiao would never meet someone bare-faced. The worst mistake a strategist can make is to lower their guard. Over years, he built his facade not in a false image, but in one removed from the surface. It’s safe. Controlled. Covered. 

It is everything opposite of Vein. Liu Xiao studies the shape of those red eyes with his own pupils dilated, lashes lowered halfway. The case is strikingly golden. He wants to take its chain and weave it tenderly between his fingers. Maybe he’ll trace the sharp edges of gears while he’s at it.

What an absurd notion. 

“Well, I believe that was everything I hoped to discuss,” Liu Xiao says. He resigns to one final taste of his drink before he gets to his feet. His body feels weightless, electric, like a storm cloud unrestrained. “I should get going. You’ve been a wonderful host.” Pulling on his jacket, he adjusts his sleeves in a distracted gesture. “Make sure to—”

Lips clash. While Vein might be better off, they fell in synched measure. A muffled sound Liu Xiao will forever deny startles from his throat. He retaliates by pressing back and taking clumsy fistfuls of Vein’s shirt. The scarlet tang of their drinks is more prominent shared like this, more intoxicating melded with human warmth. 

Except, this is not the plan. The iron flavor reminds him of blood, not time-telling metal. It’s all wrong. Leave it to Vein to upset his balance.

Begrudgingly, Liu Xiao pushes for room so he can breathe. He should ask what Vein was thinking, what he meant to do, or what could have possibly possessed him — anything to make sense of that mess. 

“Behave,” he ultimately chides, sounding in no part upset. He feels he could laugh. How annoying. “You’re… drunk.” So is he. A moment passes. He holds Vein’s face and leans as if to give one final kiss goodbye, but decides against it. He’s had too much. It already cost him an unprepared gash. Vein cut deep and fast; that’s plenty for tonight.

Exhaling a sigh between them, Liu Xiao drifts to make himself scarce. “Call and update me tomorrow, when you get a chance. I await good news.” They’ve worked together in this twisted partnership enough for him to predict it. That said, he hopes neither of them will remember what transpired towards the end of tonight. If that means Vein forgets to bring him in the loop until later, he’ll settle.

[meetmyocsdotcom]

saw captain america: brave new world last night

after sleeping on it, i have some thoughts…

this post contains spoilers. if you haven’t watched the movie and want to, please skip over this!

first off, i wanna start by saying the hate this movie was getting was super uncalled for. everyone is entitled to their opinion but just know i will not tolerate any hate directed towards it, the characters or the actors. the actors were amazing and the plot was super engaging…up until the point where this was sam wilson’s fight.

let me explain.

the main focus point of BNW revolves around former lieutenant-turned-US president, thaddeus ross; who made his introduction to the mcu in 2008 with the incredible hulk. his past drives the plot of BNW immensely as there’s a massive secret he’s hiding from the get-go.

eventually we learn that the primary villain of the film is none other than… someone else who has ties to the incredible hulk. (in the conclusion of the film, the audience is left wondering what happened to this character. in BNW, we learn).

while there’s a strained past between sam wilson and thaddeus ross, due to the latter throwing sam in the raft for a short time after the events of CA:CW; their past/relationship is pretty much insignificant to the plot as the plot predates sam wilson.

sam wilson was introduced to the mcu in CATWS which came out in 2014. wilson and ross don’t even interact until CA:CW (2016). ross’s past from 2008 coming back to haunt him in 2026 has… nothing to do with sam or captain america which is why i say this wasn’t his fight. this fight belonged to the incredible hulk.

the plot of CA:BNW could have easily been the incredible hulk 2 if the writers had thought further ahead about the timeline of the mcu. especially in the context of bruce who i believe is simply chilling on a beach in mexico hulkified

having sam take on a literal hulk was interesting. i’ll give them that. i get wanting sam to take on bigger bads to prove that he doesn’t have to be superhuman to be a hero but again, this wasn’t his fight. there was a big green elephant missing.

i hope no one takes this too seriously. these are simply my thoughts on the film. i am open to any discussion about anything i wrote just be nice about it 🤍

[orangeshinigami]

🍓Moved from here. | @glacialdeath

Whoa, Kuchiki Rukia telling him to relax? That was rare considering how she was always yapping about how important it was for him to stay 'sharp' & ready to fight should a hollow start causing trouble suddenly. But speaking of hollows, there hadn't been many of them showing up in the past few days-- maybe Rukia was right. This was a good opportunity to finally have some fun.

It was easy to forget sometimes with all the madness going on in his life that he was still only a teenager... & despite him teasing Rukia all the time by calling her old (which, by human standards, she truly was), in shinigami years, she must be quite young too, he guessed.

"Well-- there are like these stands where they have these games you can play, usually shooting a target with some sort of toy gun and you can win prizes by hitting all the targets. Oh and of course there are the rides, the ferris wheel-- I think it'll be easier for you to understand how it works when we get there. So let's go?"

[arcanaaa]

[meetmyocsdotcom]

dig through the trenches and found this gem. all i can say is… why?

THIS WAS THE PERFECT ENDING

The Originals - alternate ending: “The Missing Arc”

The same finale, but with one last twist that changes everything.

[hereticveins]

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE CARRY EMOTIONS?

ANGER.

jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, vocalisations (growls, snarls, hisses etc), stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, curling lip upwards, baring teeth, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, tighter movements, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts, pacing, going still, anger boils over in the heat of the moment but cools down quickly afterwards, anger brews slowly but lingers longer, will act out of impulse when angry, will stew on their anger and plot revenge, holds grudges, forgives easily, forgives but never forgets.

JOY.

easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.

SADNESS.

crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, swallowing thickly, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT.

blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, running hand through hair, clearing throat, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT.

avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, shuts off empathy to cope, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

FEAR.

trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, humour to cope, rambles, goes quiet, goes nonverbal, gets angry, fidgeting, freezes up, impatience, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing/hair, pacing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn.

[crsssie]

secret of us (deluxe) event

HAPPY SECRET OF US DELUXE DROP :333333333 to celebrate (bc that's so true ruined my life) we're doing a mini event!! Drop a character + song/number in the inbox and I'll write a little short smth based on the character n song!! Happy requesting <3

Track List

Felt Good About You - Tim Drake

Risk - Cass Cain

Blowing Smoke - Simon Riley

I Love You, I’m Sorry - Damian Wayne

us. - Carlos Oliveria

Let It Happen - Jason Todd

Tough Love - Ada Wong

I Knew It, I Know You - Tim Drake

Gave You I Gave You I - Hajime Hinata

Normal Thing - Konig

Good Luck Charlie - Dick Grayson

Free Now - Jason Todd

Close to You - Bruce Wayne

Cool - Dick Grayson

That’s So True - Jason Todd

I Told You Things - Leon Kennedy

Packing It Up - Saiki Kusuo

event has ended!! Ty for requesting <3

[timeislikemusic]

♕ cxs vc: i am NOT WORTHY of your hotness, oh great xia fei, our teacher, our master of the spotlight—

The maps of Xia Fei’s veins run with scorn and greed alike. He flusters as Cheng Xiaoshi gets to his knees, eyes blown wide, lips parted. “Xiaoshi—” Whatever he intended to say dies in the startled tightening of his throat. Praise from his friend’s tongue, honeyed liquor, lights the air with its sound. His neck burns.

One sharp breath melts into a half-restrained laugh. Xia Fei should be upset, he thinks; this has to be some form of teasing. He’s not, though. The glow on his friend’s face is warm, not frigid, so Xia Fei stoops to greet it. Genuineness this rampant is fleeting, freeing. Whenever Xia Fei finds it in someone, he can’t help but wish to capture it in a jar, preserve its memory. 

“Ah, stop that,” he pleads, but for all his embarrassment, he’s smiling. On his knees now, he pats Xiaoshi’s shoulder, urging him to cease the silliness. They still have another half hour of the shoot to get through. Now’s not the time to act up. “It just takes practice! You’ll get the hang of it, I promise.”

Pulling aside his touch, Xia Fei runs fingers through his hair and shakes his ruffled locks. The gesture is so ingrained in him. Restoration of confidence, of ruse, rises swiftly. “I’m a good teacher, but you’ve got the looks, too. Don’t sell yourself short. You’re my star pupil.” Well, he and Lu Guang both. 

Xia Fei doubts modeling is up their alley. Of course. It’s fun to imagine, regardless, the three of them doing more of this in the future. 

He almost forgot there were cameras here.

[griefgoddess]

DEATH NOTE

[orangeshinigami]

Orihime's hands are shaking and cold, so Ichigo holds Orihime's hands.

unprompted asks/memes: always accepting ( @auburniivenus )

SNOWFLAKES kept falling & falling upon their heads, all around them-- the COLD turning every breath they took into mist. Yes, going outside to see the first snow of the season together was romantic & all but as he saw Orihime with a red nose and SHAKING from the cold, the only thing he could think about was going back home. Drinking hot cocoa while they sat on the couch and shared a blanket sounded like the BEST idea ever to him right now.

"Maybe we should head back now, Hime?" He took her smaller hands between his, rubbing them to warm them up. "We can binge watch those silly Christmas movies you seem to love so much, how about that? I'm ALL YOURS today, no work. Promise." Leaning down, he nuzzled his nose against Orihime's, a smile forming on his face-- the weather was freezing cold but Ichigo's heart felt so, so WARM & FUZZY at that moment.

[fullcfmysteries]

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and baby, if you knew

word count: 2.1k || pt2 of saying we're just friends

warnings: mentions of the night before (?), morning after, hickies (?)

summary: oh the horrors of getting caught the morning after

You stare at yourself in the mirror, blinking incredulously. (Partially out of pure shock, partially because sleeping with your contacts on was NOT a smart decision on your end)

Holy fuck, Tim got mouthy with you.

You tilt your neck to brush your fingers over the hickeys, gawking at the way it trails down your neck and collar to your chest, the purple popping on your skin. Sure, you weren't half as pale as Tim was, but hello? You didn't even bring concealer. You weren't expecting him to take you to the Wayne Manor. 

"Tim." You swallow, grimacing.

Tim raises a brow, shirt pulled halfway over his head.

"How many hickeys did you give me? Do you have a whisk? Do you have ice? Are you secretly a vampire???"

"One question at a time, lovely." he mumbles. "Seven. There's a whisk and ice downstairs. I am not secretly a vampire, although I can see why you'd guess that."

You blink at him. "Do you have a collared shirt?"

"Just settle for one of my shirts for now." He pulls the shirt over his head, tossing you the other one in the bed. 

"Please tell me it's not sheer."

"It's not."

"Thank GOD you're rich." You mumble. "It's a blessing to have non-sheer white shirts."

"Yeah, I get that." He mumbles. "Come on. Alfred called us for breakfast a little ago."

"Which one of your siblings are here?"

"We'll see." Tim hums, shutting the door to his room. (All of them are downstairs, likely. They were probably having a post-valentine debriefing like they usually do. Bruce was not spared from it.)

You duck behind Tim when you notice everyone having breakfast.

"You said we'll see! Are none of them staying with the people they were out with last night?!"

"It happens every year." Tim hums, holding his hand out for you. "Come on. Don't do the walk of shame."

"Seriously. I run a stan account for you and live in my dorm. I'm practically a hermit." You deadpan. "I am NOT cut out to be meeting your family this early in the morning."

"Master Tim, young miss. Are you ready for breakfast? We are having pancakes."

"Just kidding I would kill for pancakes right now." You mumble, following behind Tim as he sits you next to him.

All eyes are on you as you adjust the collar of your shirt, the tag scratching against your skin, the hickeys on your neck visible. You thank Alfred as he places a plate before you, and you start at the chocolate chip pancakes. Holy shit, fuck the eyes on you, this was heaven.

"Alfred, do you have a recipe book?" You blink at him, eyes wide in admiration. 

"Which recipe would you like, young miss?"

"Oh, all of them if possible. I'd love to be able to cook half as well as you can." You hum, taking another bite of your food. "Do you have a digital copy?"

"Unfortunately, all of it is on paper or in here." He smiles, tapping his brain. "But I am more than willing to provide you with any recipes you may like."

"Mm!" You shove the last piece of the pancake into your mouth, swallowing as you get up. "Tim, do you have a laptop? I want to type a couple recipes down and transcribe what's on paper—"

"Pull open the drawer to your left." He hums.

You pull it open, blinking at him.

"There's a false bottom in it. One of my spare laptops is in it. The password is a combination of letters." He hums.

"With significance?"

"Yes."

"Oh, then I know an approximation, then." You hum, working your finger into the side as you prop it open, pulling his laptop out. "Is it our birthdays?"

"Wait, how did she–" Dick's cut off when you manage to open it on your first try.

"Alright. I'm gonna go! I'll be with Alfred if you need anything." You smile.

"She just?" Duke blinks incredulously. "Did she just hack open your laptop on her first try? Is she in compsci like you?"

"English." Tim grabs a couple pancakes, cutting off a piece of butter. "Creative writing, technically."

"Oh, is she making her own major?"

"Yes." Tim hums. "I don't actually know how she guessed that it would be our birthdays since I only changed it a little while ago. It'd be easier to open if it was just our birthdays combined. Maybe she was stalking me."

"Or, maybe all the years of running a Robin Twitter account finally paid off." Jason shrugs. "She's quite a big writer on the internet too, you know?"

"Yeah." Tim hums. "She's quite the character. Have you read her works?"

"I have." Damian speaks up. "Her writing resembles poetry, pulling on the strings of your heart and snapping them at moments you least expect."

"You've read her works?!" Tim raises a brow at Damian. "That's surprising."

"She resembles the poets."

"She'd love to hear that come out of your mouth for sure." Tim mumbles. "Anything else I should know?"

"She covered me for change once while I went to buy cup noodles." Cass mumbles.

"I'm mutuals with her on Twitter?" Steph points.

"Okay, that's not the point. Timmy." Dick deadpans. "Did you sleep with her last night?"

"Sex or just plain sleeping? Because we did both—"

"I DIDN'T GET TO GIVE YOU THE SHOVEL TALK!" Dick cries. "Okay, when a man and a—"

"Dick, I'm well over into the ages of a legal adult." Tim sighs. "Besides, I'm like seventy percent sure that you gave me the shovel talk when you first found out I was dating Ari in high school. Also, I got one from my dad and Bruce, so I think I'm good."

"Oh, right." Dick mumbles. "But still."

Steph pauses. "Does she want a whisk?"

"She was asking for one earlier." Tim hums.

"We'll go help." Cass mumbles, getting out of the seat, dragging Steph.

"Okay, Tim. Is she the one who was making you all red and blushy during Christmas?" Dick slides closer to him, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

"Yes." Tim sighs, batting Dick's hand away. "She was."

"How'd you ask her out?"

"Told her if she had nothing to do on Valentine's, then she could stick with me and I could plan a date." Tim reaches for another pancake.

"And she agreed?" Jason snorts. "Wow. She's way out of your league."

"Yeah, but at least I got B's absolutely insane ability to pull." He mumbles. "Pulled way out of my league, for sure."

"If you fumble her I fear the things that will happen to you, Drake." Damian clicks his tongue.

"Do I... know her?"

"Duke," Damian sighs. "You're smarter than this."

"He's messing with you right now." Jason pours himself another cup of coffee. 

"What's your relationship with her." Tim deadpans.

"She used to peer review my poems." He hums. "It didn't click until Damian showed me her information this morning, though."

"You just let them go through my girlfriend's personal information?!" Tim finally looks at Bruce, who only gives him a shrug.

"No harm in knowing a little more about your girlfriend."

"I swear, if you bring her in on the vigilantism—"

"That's not happening. I can promise that." Bruce glances at his almost empty mug. "Does she know?"

"She called me out for being Red Robin last night in the car." Tim sighs. "Besides, it'd be strange if she didn't notice immediately how similar Red Robin and I's voices are."

"She's been running your account for how long... now?" Bruce motions for Jason to pass him the coffee.

"Since middle school, so like..." Tim pauses. "Give or take seven years."

"That's a long time." Dick mumbles. "My longest-running fanpage is only six-ish years." 

"If you count the Gotham Gazette, then I've been running for the longest." Bruce snorts. "Is she the one?"

"I think she is." Tim smiles. "And if she's not..."

"Then I will personally see the end of your life, Drake." Damian grumbles. "I shall have mother adopt her and have her write poetry for me in exchange for a living space and food. She shall be the equivalent of a court poet except to mother and I."

"I honestly think she wouldn't turn that down." Tim grimaces. 

"Is she that desperate?"

"She's joked about sleeping with a millionaire to make some money." Tim grimaces. "Something something desperate situations call for desperate measures."

"She would love it in mother's mansion, then." Damian hums, sipping on his tea. "I shall have her write a poem for your death. It shall be my last mercy."

Tim grimaces. "What if she breaks up with me?"

"Then you're in the fault, obviously." Jason mumbles, looking at his phone. 

"So it's my fault regardless of what happens?"

"Listen, her tweets are unhinged. You can't say you like crazy girls and then get annoyed when you date one and she acts insane." Jason grumbles.

"He's got a point, Timmers." Dick hums. "I hope it works out for the best, regardless of the ending."

"Twenty bucks they are endgame." Damian mumbles.

"Alfred bet ten that Tim would pop the ring."

"Ugh, come on. You know no one out-bets Alfred." Dick groans. "Did he set up the jar?"

"He did. This morning." Duke hums. "I put my bet in too."

"Come on–"

"You can't say shit when you bet on all of our relationships and pretty much came out unscathed in all of them." Jason glares. "Shut it."

Tim rolls his eyes, surrendering himself to the idea that his relationship would get bet on. 

"Tim, can I marry your sisters?" You come out of the kitchen, eyes sparkling.

"We're dating." He sighs. "Pretty bird—"

"EWWWWWWW" A mixture of faked hurls and gags are heard in unison as Tim rolls his eyes. 

"Ignore them. Why do you want my sisters?"

"The hickeys are all," You pull your shirt down too to show your cleavage, the hickeys no longer visible, "gone! Your sisters are really good at this."

"Yeah..." Tim sighs, reaching to pull your shirt back up. "Steph isn't my sister, by the way."

"Oh, yes, I know." You smile. "After all, if she was, it'd be strange that you've dated her before." 

Tim chokes on the air at your statement.

"Besides, she's my mutual." You hum. "I also got Alfred's recipes, by the way." You hum, smile on your face. "I also got his chocolate chip cookie recipe, though I need to figure out what the secret ingredient is."

"A dash of vanilla extract." Tim lowers his voice. "Don't tell the rest of the family."

"Got it." You give him a thumbs up. 

"Do you cook?" Damian speaks up.

"I do! Mainly ethnic foods, since there isn't much of that here in Gotham." You mumble. "Got any good Chinese places?"

"Oh, there's this place on Seventh Ave and Jester." Bruce speaks up. "I used to get dim sum there. It's only open from eight to twelve, and you need to get in via reservation. Feel free to borrow my name whenever. Just make sure to invite me."

"Uncle Dan's, right?" You beam. "I went there a while back with another friend, but I miss like... the dim sum that's messy and chaotic in the morning."

"Oh, then try the one on Lightbeam." Dick pauses. "Ah, what was the other street?"

"Oh, that one's good." Duke agrees. "Sam Woo's Dim Sum and BBQ."

"I've had that too!" You smile. "They're good, just quite a while from the university."

"If you really want something good," Cass speaks up from behind you, "try Jin."

"Jin?"

"It's smaller, but it's family-run, and it's been doing business in Gotham for three generations already." Cass hums. "They're called Jin, but the Chinese character for gold. They're right by Gotham U too. On the corner by Circle K."

"The sketchy looking alley??" You blink.

"Yes, but their dumplings are to die for." She pauses. "And they sell in bulk if you want to boil any in your dorm."

"Tim, I want your sister."

"Pretty bird, we just started going out." He clicks his tongue. 

"Tim, if you break her heart, I will date her." Cass blinks.

"You can visit her when she stays in mother's mansion."

"Hm?" You turn to blink at Damian.

"Ignore him—"

"Should you and Drake break up, I have already arranged your living arrangements, should you agree to it."

"And what might they be?" You hand the laptop to Tim, pointing at the document you shared with yourself.

"With my mother. Your only job shall be to write poems and short stories to entertain her."

"Living and writing for the Talia Al Ghul? Count me in." You sigh dreamily. 

"Alright." Tim shuts the laptop after changing the password. "We're going to get going before her roommate calls the cops on her."

"Oh, right!" You mumble. "It was a pleasure meeting you all! I hope to see you again sometime?"

"Tim, send her number in the chat later!" Dick calls as Tim pulls you out.

"Sorry, they're quite embarrassing." Tim mumbles.

"They're warm." You smile. "I like it."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." 

Tim sighs in relief at the look of fondness on your face. Right.

You'll be fine.

[griefgoddess]

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