#The background is just a concept for right now

[aajjks]

D&D (m)

synopsis. There is a lot to deal with whenever your horny roommate ends up drunk as fuck.

pairings. roomate!jk x fem!reader.

genre: 18+, cringe, smut, crack & comedy.

warnings. 18+, explícït längüägë, vëry gräphïc änd fïlthÿ dïälögüë, drünk Jüngkook, H Ô R N Y JK, ïntënsë sëxüäl tënsïön, rïdïcülöüsly bôld flïrtätïön, händ pläçëmënts gëttïng ä lïttlë tóó clösë, dïrty hümör, änd füll-ön läck öf fïltër, brò ís hórny.

note. I just can’t get enough of him. You know like he’s so cringe it it’s almost adorable and I think I am highly attracted to him but like if this flops that’s completely OK but you know you kind of want him too! BESTIE ENJOY AND PLEASE SHARE YOUR FEEDBACK AND THOUGHTS!!! also like don’t think about what d&d stands for… it just stands for some thing I thought of, but you can guess what it is. 🥰👁️💞

•••

It all started innocently enough.

You were minding your business, well, trying to, anyway, sitting in the living room with your favorite movie on.

You were practically drowning in popcorn, the TV blaring in the background, when you heard it:

the unmistakable sound of Jungkook’s loud, obnoxious laugh echoing from the kitchen.

That was your first warning sign.

He was clearly already drunk. It was barely past 9 PM.

You sighed dramatically, already knowing what was about to unfold.

He had been with the guys all afternoon, and they’d clearly made it their mission to get him obliterated tonight.

You were certain they were probably still laughing about how he’d tried to dance earlier and somehow got his foot caught in the rug, nearly faceplanting in front of all of them.

“EUNWOO SHUT THE FUCK UP BRO.”

Dude, you hate him and his equally insufferable friend eunwoo.

When he stumbles into the living room five minutes later, you’re greeted with the glorious sight of Jungkook in all his messy, drunk glory.

His hair was even messier than usual, his hoodie half off one shoulder like he didn’t know how to dress himself anymore, and his eyes were all glazed over in that half-drunk haze.

“Yn,” he slurs, trying to look serious but his giggling ruins it.

“I need you to listen to me. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You squint at him, debating if you should even entertain this or just leave the room.

But, of course, you’re never one to back down from Jungkook’s nonsense, so you throw the popcorn in your lap and cross your arms.

“Is that so?” you ask, deadpan.

He stumbles closer, his breath reeking of alcohol as he points at you like he’s discovered the meaning of life.

“Yes,” he says, looking at you like you just shook his whole existence.

“You’re, like, the Beyoncé of my life right now. I can’t even deal.”

“Beyoncé, huh?” you reply, trying your best to keep the sarcasm out of your voice, but failing miserably.

“Then why are you acting like you just discovered the concept of a woman?”

Jungkook freezes for a second, blinking at you like you’ve just slapped him. Then, his face lights up like he’s found the perfect solution to prove his point.

“I’m telling you,” he slurs again, taking a slow step toward you.

“You’re a fucking goddess, and you don’t even know it. I just wanna fuck you on this couch.”

There it is. The moment you both crossed the line.

He’s so shamelessly drunk that he doesn’t even notice the shock on your face.

In fact, he seems pleased with his words. He tries to sit down next to you, only to miss the couch entirely and slightly fall onto the floor.

But, like a true chaotic drunk, he makes it look like it was intentional.

You can’t even deal. “You’re an actual disaster,” you mutter, already facepalming because you know what’s coming next.

He’s going to be relentless.

He sits up with a lopsided grin, completely unbothered by his near-fall, and slaps his knee.

“Nah, I’m just being honest. I mean,”

he raises a finger like he’s giving a TED talk now, “morning sex, shower sex, couch sex… you name it. I’ll fuck you in every room of this house, baby girl.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“I’m serious,” he says, leaning a little too close for comfort. “I’m a man of many talents, you know? I’ll even help you out with… whatever you need.”

You can feel your face burning, a mixture of embarrassment and irritation swirling inside you.

“Jungkook,” you say, trying to sound calm, but your voice comes out in a weird squeak. “You need to go to bed. Now.”

His eyes narrow as he leans in, completely disregarding your protests.

“Oh, so you’re gonna act like you don’t want me? Come on, babe. You love the attention. I can see it in your eyes,”

he says with a smirk that could kill.

“You want me to fuck you just as bad as I want to fuck you.”

“Ugh, can’t you be normal for like, five minutes?” you groan, turning your face away from him.

His voice is starting to grate on you, but it’s also doing something else. Something that you’re really trying to ignore.

But Jungkook is relentless.

“Normal?” he repeats with a mock pout. “Babe, I was normal until you came into my life, and now I’m just a fucking disaster.”

He gestures to himself dramatically, somehow knocking over his half-drunk beer in the process.

“See? This is what happens when you look this fucking good, everyone gets obsessed.”

Before you can even respond, he pulls himself upright again, now making it his personal mission to annoy you as much as possible.

“You know,” he continues, eyes narrowed in mock seriousness,

“the thing about morning sex… it’s not just about the sex, you know? It’s about waking up next to someone who’s so fucking sexy they make your brain short-circuit in the best way possible.”

“I’m not waking up next to you,” you snap, even though the idea is starting to sound a little… tempting.

His lips curl up into a wicked grin as he leans closer. “Why? You’re scared my dick’s gonna be too much for you?” he teases, his voice a deep growl.

“I get it, babe. I know my size can be a little overwhelming.”

“You are so annoying,” you say, your voice shaking as you try to push him away, but his damn body language is strong—

he’s definitely not moving anywhere.

Jungkook grabs your wrist gently, his thumb rubbing over your pulse like he knows exactly how to get you flustered.

“I’ll show you later, baby,” he whispers, his breath tickling your skin.

“Just wait ‘til I’m sober. I promise, you’ll beg for it.”

You don’t even know why you’re still sitting here with him. But, apparently, your own body betrays you when you notice the way he’s looking at you.

And, yeah, that’s it.

You’re definitely fucked.

“Jungkook if you don’t shut the fuck up in the next two seconds, I think I’m gonna throw the fucking pan on your head.”

He has the audacity to look at you and then he laughs out loud, and it’s an ugly laugh that has your ears ringing.

Goodness, he can be so fucking insufferable.

But at least he’s cute.

Although you will never tell him that because then he’s gonna eat your head.

[callmeherry]

DTIYS WITH WINNERS!

Welcome everyone! This is my first DTIYS I have ever done, so pardon me for any mistakes (and if no one participates I'll just delete this and we all pretend we didn't see it! /hj)

You guys have been just amazing to me for a while now and I wanted to make something fun with y'all so to commemorate my blog hitting 800 followers I decided to do a DTIYS! Let's start with the rules, ok?

RULES:

NO AI. If you use AI not only you are disqualified but I'll also block you, so don't.

No NSFW or excessive gore.

Be kind to other participants. Yes, there will be prizes, but this is just because I want to give something back to you all. This is supposed to be fun, so don't be mean.

You may change the drawing angle, composition even colors if you're feeling fancy! The only requirement is to keep the same concept of the reference drawing!

THE CONTEST WILL END DAY APRIL 30°

Use the #herrysDTIYS

Now that we established that, here is the drawing and then I can tell you guys about the prizes!

PRIZES:

3° place: A headshot drawing of your character, no shading

2° place: A waist up drawing of your character, with shading

1° placeS: A full body drawing of your character with shading and a simple background.

And yes! You read it right! There will be TWO first place prizes! One will be judged on the broad technical skill, while the other will be judged SOLELY on the creativity!

Meaning that ANYONE got a shot at winning, you don't need to have the cleanest art style in the world, just a bit of creativity :D

Now, I can't really have a commemoration without thanking the person responsible for that mark! So thank you @i-want-2-be-a-almond For being my 800th follower!!!

Now everyone, have fun! :D

[lazysoulwriter]

spellbound. - pedro pascal.

---

The moment he saw you, something in him shifted. It wasn’t just attraction—though that was undeniable. It was something deeper, something unshakable, like the universe had just rearranged itself and put you right at the center of it.

Pedro wasn’t the kind of man to believe in love at first sight. He’d always thought of it as a concept reserved for movies, a poetic exaggeration of lust wrapped in romantic ideals. But then there was you.

It was a casual gathering, a mix of mutual friends in a cozy, softly lit apartment. The kind of night filled with easy conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. He’d heard your name before, seen glimpses of you in passing conversations. But this—this was different. This was real.

You stood by the counter, fingers wrapped around the stem of a wine glass, your laughter cutting through the room like music. It wasn’t obnoxious or loud; it was just the kind of laugh that made people want to lean in closer, made them want to be the reason you smiled.

And for reasons he couldn’t explain, Pedro wanted that.

He watched you for longer than he should have, eyes trailing the curve of your lips as you spoke, the slight crinkle in your nose when you smiled. You were younger, that much was obvious—the kind of youth that still had wonder in it, the kind that hadn’t yet been dulled by time. He hadn’t expected to feel this drawn to you, this completely, utterly, foolishly captivated.

At some point, conversation pulled the two of you together. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was dumb luck, but suddenly it was just you and him, tucked into a quieter corner of the room, the chatter of the party fading into background noise.

And that’s when it happened.

Pedro was an actor, a performer. He had spent years perfecting the art of conversation, of charm, of knowing exactly what to say and how to say it. But with you? He had nothing. No script, no pretense—just him, utterly helpless under the spell of the way you spoke.

“Are you okay?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, amused.

He didn’t even realize he’d been staring. Mouth slightly parted, eyes locked onto you like you were some kind of celestial being he was lucky enough to witness up close.

“I—” he exhaled a laugh, running a hand over his face. “Shit. Sorry. I just—”

You raised a brow, waiting.

And before he could stop himself, before he could think of something suave or remotely normal to say, the words tumbled out.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was lower than he expected, raw and unfiltered. Then, realizing how that sounded, he shook his head quickly. “I know that’s weird, I—”

But before he could finish, before he could overthink it, you kissed him.

Soft. Warm. Breath-stealing.

The second your lips met his, something inside him unraveled. It wasn’t desperate or hurried—it was something deeper, something more certain. His hands found your waist instinctively, pulling you just a fraction closer, his heart hammering like a goddamn drum in his chest.

He could taste the faint traces of wine on your lips, feel the way you smiled just slightly against his mouth before tilting your head to deepen it. His knees nearly buckled.

Jesus Christ.

This wasn’t just a kiss. It was something else entirely, something he couldn’t name yet but could feel in every nerve of his body.

And when you finally pulled away, your eyes still half-lidded, your lips slightly swollen, he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts.

“What the hell was that?” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You grinned. “You asked to kiss me.”

“Yeah. And now I think I might be in love with you,” he blurted out, still dazed.

You blinked, and then—laughter.

Bright, breathtaking laughter that had him smiling like an idiot, his stomach twisting in ways he hadn’t felt in years.

“Well,” you teased, “that sounds like a you problem.”

He laughed, shaking his head.

Maybe it was. But if this was the start of a problem, he didn’t want to solve it anytime soon.

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[raiinshowers]

Some small progress on this WIP piece

For my Lost Village AU (:

[harriertail]

riverclan’s forest

[erebusfin]

More Below VVV My first animation! Had to smack down the frames and file size just to post it D; No i did not prepare the drawing to be animated this was a whimsy whim

[veedyveen]

tsundere kevin garnett save me

somewhat inspired by of that clip of kg talking about tim duncan’s trash talk

[qcomicsy]

Old Deadpool comics are so fun because it's like having this weird close friend group where people kind of all know each other but don't really know each other. Or even like each other that much.

Like Wade has a kind-of-who-knows-at-this-point "Best" friend tech guy who kind of tolerates him and he tolerates that used to be Peter's college classmate. He almost took a gig from Osborn but actually was Bullseye fucking with him in revenge while dressed up in a Clint old suit. He got on a mission with Black Widow. He got beef with Avengers clones to a point the avengers themselves got to be involved. They don't like him he doesn't like them so they both agree to be civil to do the damn mission so everyone can go their own way. He's having a middle age crisis where he kind of wants to quit being a mercenary but he doesn't know yet who the fuck else he could be and all the reasons pointing up to be a hero are wrong and distorted in his own egoistic views.

A hit monkey want to fuckin kill him. The hit monkey doesn't know he's immortal. The hit-monkey never saw him personally but somehow set him up to get his jaw sucker punched by Spider-Man. Which results in the worst team ever for both of them. I sweat to god except from fucking Old man Logan, I've never seen Wade so stressed in working with someone. And while this whole shit storm works, Wade keeps bullshitting about Peter's life being so fucking easy and loved by the public and Peter has to stay there and listen to it. They bump into each other on the subway out of costume and Peter hates him on sight.

Wade doesn't want to be there and the first opportunity to bail on Spider-Man he takes it and Spider-Man on the other hand learns that Deadpool is immortal and kind of gets "Okay what if we let you get shot" and Wade is so offended he starts calling him names.

Wade goes to bother X-Men, X-men tells him to fuck off. Wade considers blowing up X-Men for full two panels. X-Men sends Domino who's kind of one of Wade's friend to fuck with Deadpool, we're convinced by two pages he beat the shit out of her, just to show up on the next pages that he actually made her fall over a bunch of pancakes.

It's so messy, it's so fucking funny because it's not "oh it's this BIG THING" and this "BIG TEAM UP" it's like they're on the same city, they have similar jobs of course they're going to bump on each other.

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[philsmeatylegss]

Ngl, I hate a lot of the odd beef between humanities and STEM majors and I do believe both are equally integral for a society to be functional, but all im saying is I’ve seen a lot more humanities majors flipping their shit (including me) over the absolute disaster that American politics currently is and a lot of the reasoning comes from their major

This doesn’t apply to anything near environmental science majors I see you

[sheerakk]

comic assigment for school. The dialouge is really corny (because I spent almost no time thinking it through) so you're not getting any translation from me. Only fellow polish people can laugh at my writing skills (please don't, I'm already in tears).

[p2ii]

Idk maybe I'm just sensitive but I rlly hate when fanfics have shovel talks between characters that live and die for each other. Like sure let's let red haired shanks have a say about Roronoa 'died but came back' 'took Luffy's pain and burden' 'first mate' zoro bout weather or not he can kiss his captain. Yea

[pepi-nillo]

btw the next posts i make may contain spoilers about manner of death so if you were planning on watching it (you should) then feel free to absolutely ignore me! i understand. tradicional "i just finished a drama" rant below the cut

god i loved this show so much. i finished it in basically two days and i was OBSESSED. i haven't watched many BL dramas but i enjoyed this one so much, it paid attention to the plot and murder mystery without causing too much unnecessary drama like other shows may do, while still keeping you interested in tan and bun's relationship. i love me a good enemies to lovers (as a bit one sided as this one was lol) and the drama they did have had me sooo invested. i honestly didn't know who jane's killer was and i was in disbelief even after they caught her.

the drama they did have was SO GOOD it made my inner gossip so happy, i was so invested. like when bun discovered tan was dam and proceeded to point a gun at him??? he was totally in his right imo and that's better than the novelas on my local tv channel.

the development of everything was super good, it had me at the edge of my seat but also gave me good laughs. everyone's shenanigans were very funny and i love how the protagonists interacted with the ppl around them, they basically showed that caring isn't a disadvantage at all. i just feel so sorry for jane, they did her so dirty and she deserved better, at least she got avenged but damn i wish she was still there.

tan and bun, especially bun, must've felt terrible with all the people around them dropping like flies, and having to perform an autopsy on people you were talking with just yesterday?? yeah no. i'm happy with the ending, nice but keeping it real. watching all these episodes one after another was like a shot (sorry) of dopamine like i feel like i can bounce off the walls rn

and the main pairing's dynamic was so funny like tan says anything and bun goes like 😒 without missing a beat. i love them i'm obsessed with them. they got MARRIED!!! i feel like this is the first drama wedding i've seen in a long time. see my other post for my opinion on that proposal (tan is batshit crazy and bun likes it)

i'm officially making a poster of this show and hanging it on my wall. that's how much i liked it. okay bye

[quibbs126]

I need to inject the setup of the Galaxy Team from Legends Arceus into Transformers

Basically I just want Cybertron to have a similar setup of having various divisions within their society tasked with different things. I’d be more specific, like saying the Autobots being the group that does this, so there are bots that are just normal civilians, but that doesn’t seem to be what the Autobots generally are

It depends, but they really seem like just a military force/response faction to the Decepticons for the war, and then remaining afterwards because of how pivotal the war was to Cybertronian society, they aren’t necessarily the general governing force of Cybertron. They are in Animated, but that’s also a world where the Autobot-Decepticon War already happened, so it kind of falls into another war remnant

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I want Cybertron to have a setup of different corps that manage different sections of Cybertronian society. At least before the war, since I imagine that and the destruction of the planet means it can’t really stay. Hell, maybe you could use the Thirteen Primes here and say that that position belongs to the leader of each group

[liminevator]

[We are aware of the current deficiencies with the current denizen file system and are currently busy working to improve them, with our file manager Eskobar overseeing the changes of course.]

[Update continues below.]

--

[One of these improvements is a letter ranking system to help better identify the potential risks your fellow denizens may pose to you or the lack thereof- remember, always be careful of who you trust.]

[This new letter ranking system is as follows]:

D-rank - D rated Denizens are effectively just your average joe schmoe, they don't usually have powers, and if they do they usually aren't offensive, or are simply so impractical theres very little ways if any to be harmful. A good example of a D-rank denizen would be ID #2200

C-rank - C rated Denizens are much similar to D-rank however the biggest difference is they do have substantial abilities that could be harmful in the wrong hands, but thankfully C-rank denizens are typically the example of powers "in the right hands" so-to-say. A good example of a C-rank denizen would be ID #0004

B-rank - B rated Denizens are basically the "middle of the road" tier. They aren't exactly harmless, but they're not exactly dangerous either, it's difficult to explain, essentially another you know it when you see it type of situation. A good example of a B-rank denizen would be ID #0325

A-rank - A rated Denizens are those whose scale is tilted a bit more into the dangerous direction, whether this violence is intentional or not they are known to be unstable and have outbursts that may result in serious injury or even death, it's not recommended to bother them if you can help it. A good example of an A-rank denizen would be ID #0115

S-rank - S rated denizens are few and far between, but are a force to be reckoned with nonetheless. They're violent, destructive, and disregard any attempts to stop such behavior, either finding it fun or necessary or for other reasons. The ways to handle them are different for each individual, remain wary and on your toes. A good example of an S-rank Denizen would be ID #1000

U-rank - "U rank" is a very seldom given title, often reserved solely for those with deific powers, or those who have fragmented (fragmentation is further indicated by a ☥ symbol by the name.) It is highly ill advised to seek out anybody with this label unless you absolutely know what you're doing, or are operating under my orders. A good example of a (non-fragmented) U-rank denizen would be ID #4444

[The rest of these improvements are more minor things, including but not limited to]:

- Changed "Distinct Marks" into "Distinct Traits" to reflect its current usage

- Slightly more detailed descriptions for Hair and Fur besides just the color

- New description section for a denizen's Skin where applicable

- Mr. CocoCoolatta is working on new art for some of the more "scuffed" files that "look like shit"- its words not mine

- For Phonians only, adding the "Song" category to properly document the tune of applicable denizen's phonoglands

- Touching up some files with more lackluster descriptions where necessary

- Removing unsavory edits made by... "third parties" that will only remain visible to higher ups in The Archive

- Urging Professor Radiant to change his password so these edits stay private

[And one final note, my apologies for the radio silence lately and lack of updates to our database, things have been busy in our facilities lately and it's gotten in the way of proper procedures around here. But not to worry, I assure you this is only temporary, we will be back on our feet soon enough, so long as I have anything to say about it.]

Sincerely, Doctor Rito Kusatta

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤATTENTION BABYㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : When you're too busy for them.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

Bruce was a busy man. A billionaire CEO, Gotham’s protector, and a single father to a hoard of emotionally volatile vigilantes. He understood the concept of being busy better than anyone.

That didn’t mean he liked it when it applied to you.

It had started simple. You’d been swamped with work, deadlines looming over you like a guillotine, and Bruce had been hovering. At first, it was subtle. A lingering gaze as you typed. The occasional brush of fingers when he brought you coffee. A deep, expectant silence as he stood behind you, arms crossed, waiting.

But then—then—it became insufferable.

"I'm working, Bruce," you mumbled, not even looking up from your laptop.

"You need to rest." His voice was that signature Batman growl, but you waved him off.

"I will. After this."

Wrong answer.

Bruce closed your laptop with a single, slow motion. The weight of his gaze was almost suffocating.

"Hey!" You tried to reopen it, but he placed a large, firm hand over the top.

"You’re done for the night."

"No, I'm not—"

"Yes. You are."

You glared at him. He stared back, completely unaffected. It was a battle of wills.

But then—because he’s a manipulative bastard—his hands slid to your shoulders, massaging the tension away with frustrating expertise. You let out an involuntary sigh. Damn him.

Before you could protest, he leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head.

"Take a break sweetheart."

"But—"

"I’ll make you a deal," he murmured, leaning down, lips brushing against your ear. "You take a break, come upstairs with me, and I won’t disable the WiFi for the rest of the night."

Your head snapped toward him. "You wouldn’t dare."

Bruce just raised a brow.

He absolutely would.

In the end, you found yourself naked in his arms on the bed, completely trapped as he murmured sweet nothing in your ear.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

Dick is like a giant, overly muscular golden retriever with abandonment issues.

Which meant the moment you got busy and stopped giving him the attention he craved, he went through the five stages of grief.

Denial — "She’s just busy. It’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine." (Narrator: He was not fine.)

Anger — "Okay, but I’m literally her boyfriend??? Hello??? Where is my affection???"

Bargaining — "If you look at me for five seconds, I’ll do that thing you like—"

Depression — soft sighing noises in the background

Acceptance (fake) — "It’s okay. I didn’t need love anyway. I’ll just wither away like a Victorian child—"

At first, he tried the cute approach. He flopped dramatically onto the couch beside you, big blue eyes blinking up at you as he scooted closer.

"Hey."

"Hi," you muttered, not looking up from your paperwork.

"You’re working hard," he said, smiling.

"Yep."

"So hard."

"Mhm."

"...you wanna take a break?" He grinned, nudging you. "Maybe cuddle? Or make out? Or stare into each other's eyes for an unhealthy amount of time?"

You patted his cheek absentmindedly. "Not now, babe."

He rested his chin on your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck. "I miss you."

You huffed a laugh. "Dick, I’m right here."

"Are you, though?" He suddenly was Infront of you, forcing you to face him. His arms came around you, caging you in as he pouted. "This is how close we should be."

You rolled your eyes. "Dick, I need to finish this."

"Finish me first," he said with a wiggle of his brows.

"Get out."

And that was when Dick entered his menace era.

Suddenly, your papers were gone.

Like, vanished.

"Richard," you said slowly, "where are my papers?"

"Who’s Richard?" he said, all faux innocence as he stretched his long arms behind his head.

You narrowed your eyes. "Pretty boy."

"Yes, angel?"

"My papers."

"Ohhh. Those." He grinned. "Guess you'll have to catch me if you want them back."

And just like that, he bolted.

You didn’t even chase him. You just texted Alfred. Five minutes later, he walked back in, grumbling, and handed you your papers like a scolded child.

— JASON TODD ⋆

Jason liked to pretend he don't like your attention.

But the moment you started prioritizing anything else? He was intolerable.

At first, he played it cool. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you work. Casual. Aloof. The picture of patience.

But then—then—you didn’t look up. Didn’t even glance his way.

And suddenly, Jason Todd, Red Hood, walking crime deterrent, was pouting.

"Whatcha doin’?"

"Work."

"How long you gonna be doin’ that?"

"A while."

"...so you’re just gonna sit there? Ignore me?"

"Jay," you sighed, rubbing your temples. "I love you, but please."

"Oh, please?" His eyes gleamed mischievously. "Damn. Didn’t know I was just a piece of meat to you, doll."

You groaned. "Jason."

"Jason," he mocked, deepening his voice dramatically. "God. You don’t even see me anymore. I could drop dead and you wouldn’t notice."

Without another word you just go back to work.

Just. Like. That.

He just watched you. Then he sighed loudly.

Nothing.

He groaned dramatically.

Still nothing.

Jason’s eye twitched.

Then, without warning, he snatched your laptop and slammed it shut.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

Jason’s arms came around your chair, trapping you in place as he leaned in close, emerald eyes narrowed. "You forgot about me."

You blinked. "Jason—"

"Forgot. About. Me." He spoke slowly, as if the words physically pained him.

You gaped. "I was working!"

"You weren’t paying attention to me," he corrected.

You sighed. "Jason, you’re being dramatic—"

"Dramatic?!" He gasped, clutching his chest like you’d stabbed him. "Doll, you wound me."

You shot him a glare. "Do you need something?"

"Yeah," he said, grinning. "My bitch."

And then this giant of a man literally collapsed onto you, throwing himself across your lap like a spoiled cat.

"Jay—you're heavy!"

"Guess you’ll just have to hold me, then."

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

Damian doesn’t ask for attention.

He demands it.

So when you started ignoring him, he didn’t pout like Dick, or whine like Jason.

No.

Damian stared.

Silently.

Unblinkingly.

For hours.

You had been working on something—completely oblivious to his growing impatience—finally you sighed and stretched—only to nearly jump out of your chair when you saw Damian standing in the shadows like some lurking cryptid.

"Jesus, Damian! You scared me!"

He tilted his head slightly, green eyes dark and unreadable. "You didn’t notice me?"

"...No?" You frowned, feeling a shiver run down your spine at his intense stare.

Damian’s frown deepened. That was unacceptable. You always noticed him. He always knew when you were in a room, and he expected the same.

You turned back to your laptop, completely oblivious to the way Damian’s jaw tensed.

"Take a break."

"…Damian."

"You are neglecting me."

Your eye twitched. "Neglecting?"

"Tt. I have been here for three hours."

That made you pause. "...you've been standing there the entire time?"

He didn't answer. He just stared.

"Okay, that’s creepy."

"Hn." He walked over, standing directly beside you. "You will cease working now."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Or what?"

Silence.

Then—your laptop was gone.

Like, just gone.

"Damian—!"

"You have no choice now," he said simply, kneeling before you with a pleased expression. "Now bless me with your lips beloved."

You later found your laptop in the bat cave. Behind five layers of security. It took you hours to get it back.

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