#but I really had to get these out of my wips

[screwpinecaprice]

Skitches of some planned draw your OTPs that I'm not exactly sure if I'll complete. Gonna be soups busy for the next couple of days (weeks?)!

[xoxojisu]

"WE'RE NOT DATING!"

synopsis: the 1a girls have a lot to say about you and katsuki's not-relationship.

a/n: hahahaha more pre-relationship just friends trope (do not tell me i do this trope too much it brings me joy) also a lot of people asked for a pt two to my unofficalbf!katsuki hcs and this isnt quiiiite that bc there's not a whole lotta interaction w katsuki but uhm its smth. i have more wips abt this tho so theres a LOTTT more where that came from!

"even if we don't talk about anything important, i want to force it to be about romance!" mina exclaimed as ochako floated off in embarrassment at being questioned about deku.

"oh! speaking of! how long have you and bakugo been dating, y/n?"

you froze. "huh?"

"i don't know how you handle him! you're so sweet and cute and he's all 'die! go to hell! i am the king explosion murder lord!' y'know?" she added.

"he's not really like that with her, though. he's always a lot quieter she's around. you can see the way his eyes soften." tsu commented thoughtfully.

they all stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer the question, and you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. "uh.. katsuki and i.. aren't dating?"

a beat passed. then another.

"WHAT?!"

"no way! i thought you two were dating for sure! he's always holding your hand and grabbing at you and acting all soft with you! wait, i literally saw him carry you to his room! how are you not dating?" hagakure burst out.

"yeah! and during our movie night last week, you were laying your head on his shoulder and he had his arms around you!" mina chimed in. "we all just assumed you two were dating like a given! what do you mean, 'you're not dating?!'"

"i mean, we're not dating! we're close friends, sure, but katsuki's never, like, asked me to be his girlfriend or anything! we're just tight childhood friends, that's all! he probably thinks of me as a little sister with the way he looks out for me, or something." you explained, waving your hands in the air frantically.

"y/n, i love you, but you're being as stupid as kaminari! no boy, but especially not bakugo, would ever act like that with a girl he wasn't interested in." jirou sighed. "there really isn't such thing as 'platonic cuddling' or 'platonic handholding' between boys and girls."

"well, it's normal for kids, you know? and katsuki and i grew up together, so it just kinda stuck!" you said, making a noble attempt at justifying you and katsuki's we-are-definitely-not-just-friends behavior. they all looked at you unamused.

the girls continued to bombard you with questions, each one getting bolder than the last.

"seriously, though, y/n," mina said, her grin wide, "how do you keep it together around him? you two are always so… cozy."

"cozy?" you blinked, trying to avoid their intense stares. "what do you mean 'cozy'?"

"oh, come on," she teased, nudging you. "you hold hands, sit waaaay too close, and don’t even get me started on the whole ‘sleeping on and cuddling with him’ thing. also, i swear i saw him give you a kiss on the forehead!"

"i mean, that’s just how we are!" you said, exasperated. "we’ve been friends forever! it’s not a big deal!"

jirou raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "i don’t know, y/n. most guys don’t carry their girl friends to their rooms when they’re tired."

you froze. the memories flashed in your mind, and you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped your lips. "i told you, he was just being—"

"overprotective?" yaomomo interrupted, practically reading your mind. "yeah, that’s what we thought, too. but i don’t know, seems a little… extra for a friend."

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “this is ridiculous. we’re not dating! he’s not like that with me.”

they all stared at you for a long moment, clearly unconvinced, when suddenly, the door to the room swung open.

katsuki stood in the doorway, his signature scowl immediately visible, with kirishima and kaminari not far behind. "..what the hell are you all looking like that at me for? you got a problem?"

the girls didn’t miss a beat. mina jumped up, eyes practically sparkling. "we were just discussing how you and a certain girl over here are totally a secret item!"

you froze. oh no.

katsuki's eyes widened then narrowed as he stared at her, his eyes a mixture of grumpiness and fluster. "the hell?" was all he said.

“you’re always carrying her, holding hands, and let’s not forget you cuddling with her sleeping on you during that movie last week. with how comfortable you guys were with it, i'll bet it was far from the first time you guys have done stuff like that, too! you two are practically made for each other!”

katsuki glared at her, his fists clenching. "i don’t give a shit what you idiots think." his voice was sharp, dismissive, and he turned his gaze toward you for a moment, his usual annoyance evident.

you let out a nervous laugh, relieved that he wasn’t actually acknowledging any of the weird feelings the group was pushing on you two.

the girls looked between you and katsuki, still skeptical, but he wasn’t having it. he gave a quick, sharp glare to the group before glancing back at you. you failed to see the way his sharp glare softened ever-so-slightly when he did so.

“you’re all so damn nosy,” he muttered, turning to leave. "get a life."

he marched off grumpily, kirishima and kaminari now excitedly talking to him about assumedly the same topic. he slammed the door in their faces, but they were quick to scramble after him.

you let out a sigh of relief once they left, but before you could even speak, mina burst into laughter. "there it is! classic bakugo. totally in denial!"

"totally!" ochako giggled.

"mhm!" hagakure agreed.

"ugh," you groaned, face in your hands. "please just drop it already!"

the girls kept their grins, but the teasing finally slowed down. "alright, alright," mina said with a wink. "we’ll let you off the hook for now."

you exhaled in relief as the group slowly started to branch off into different topics, the heat finally off of you. you excused yourself for some water so you could get some air, and began heading back to the dorm rooms.

to your surprise, katsuki was already waiting for you outside the common area. when he saw you, he gave you a gruff nod of acknowledgement.

"kats! i thought you were going to bed!" you chirped, unaware of how your demeanor instantly brightened when it was just the two of you.

"i am," was all he offered before grabbing your hand and dragging you to presumably his dorm room to cuddle and hangout.

as you rambled and chatted with katsuki, hand-in-hand, on your way to hang out in his dorm alone, the words of your friends came back to you, causing a pink hue to rise to your cheeks.

..yeah. you two were definitely not "just friends."

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Good very early Wednesday morning, I am finally working on my wips again, and we are breaking back into Professor Henry and his research assistant Alex. Back on, what if Henry was Alex's bisexual awakening, but they weren't togther? Snippet under the cut because it's some nsfw language, and a bit long.

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“Am I allowed to kiss you?” “I’m amendable.” “God, you’re so fucking British.” Despite trying to breathe as Alex stood, it felt like the kiss still knocked the air out of Henry. He moved one hand up to cup the brunette’s face as Alex pressed against him, running eager hands over the blond’s sides. Only when Henry felt the hardness of Alex’s cock against his own thigh did he break the kiss, turning his head to the side and shaking it while panting. He’d cut it off before it had gotten too heated, just before that curious tongue had slipped between his lips. “We- we can’t keep doing this, not in my office.” “Okay, so, invite me back to your place,” Alex grinned, palms kneading into Henry’s soft love handles, “Let me show you what I can really do, baby. We can say that I’m coming over to help you categorize some articles, if that makes you feel better.” “And what would your boyfriend have to say about that, Alex?” Henry sighed, resting one hand on the brunette’s chest before gently pushing him back. It nearly hurt to pry Alex away, feel those hands dropping from his sides, but Henry was meant to be the adult here. Even if he felt shame wash over him as he finally fixed his own pants; admittedly grateful for the opportunity to avert eye contact. “Damn it, Henry,” Alex sighed, nearly stomping a foot, “He’s not my boyfriend oka-” “But you s-” “I know what I said, and we are…. seeing each other. We’re just hooking up, it’s not exclusive, apparently, he’s a slut,” Alex frowned slightly, “But, I just said he was my boyfriend because I wanted to see you get jealous, but you didn’t get jealous an-” “A slut?” Henry interrupted again, finishing buckling his belt, “I’m sorry, is that coming from the man I’ve witnessed take at least sixteen numbers from other students here in the time you’ve been working for me alone? Also, did you just call me Henry? And stomp your foot at me, like a child?” Alex’s jaw visibly tightened at- well, everything Henry said, “So I can suck you off, but we’re right back to professional terms as soon as your dick is soft? Got it, sorry, Professor Fox, it won’t happen again.” “Alex,” the blond began, exhaling quietly, doing his best to keep his face neutral despite the shame bubbling in his stomach once again, “I shouldn’t have let you do that. And I apologize for it, it was weakness on my part, and a moral failing. I admit that you are very attractive, and I allowed that to bec-” “Honestly,” it was Alex’s turn to interrupt now, “Save your martyr complex, I get it, you made a mistake. I’m young and impressionable, you feel bad, got it,” he snipped, and despite the tone being harsh, Henry did feel as if he deserved it, “I’m going to go ahead and leave now, like I was trying to earlier,” the brunette added, leaning in to grab his coffee off Henry’s desk, “I’m going to leave, and go have sex with the hot guy who doesn’t feel bad about having sex with me,” he hissed before walking out, letting the door slam behind him.

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Hi everyone!! Ok so I figured I'd do an update since it's been forever since I've posted. First things first: All is well, I am alive, my other half and I are doing great. I've had a bunch of things happen over the past several months. I had a death in the family back in September: my beloved 102 year old grandmother, the last living grandparent I had. It was rough, not gonna lie. Me and my brother and 3 cousins served as pallbearers.

In February I made a huge change in my life, I quit my job of 18 years to do a mid-life career change. I am working on my personal fitness trainer certification and I'm so excited. I love working out and during covid when I got really out of shape I had felt so lost and unsure how to even start getting back into shape. I benefited from some amazing trainers who helped me on my own fitness journey and I want to help others in the same way I was helped. I want to encourage others, help them love their bodies, and reach their personal fitness goals.

I have been working hard on my courses. I am almost done with the first course, hoping to take my exam this week (eep!) and then start on the next course. I am registered for 4 courses total right now. I have also been busy applying at gyms and fitness facilities and I've had a couple interviews so far! I intend eventually to take clients independently but I want to start my career working in a gym/fitness center to get established in the industry, network with other fitness professionals, and learn from established trainers.

So that said, I did put my reader tag list (which I hope is as up to date as possible, let me know if any changes are needed please and thanks) under the cut for my major WIP, "Why Can't You See What You're Doin' To Me?" because I wanted to let you know I have every intention of finishing it, I just do not know when that will be. I am not going to abandon that story. It's my pride and joy and the story I am the most proud of, it means so much to me and I know it means so much to many of my readers and that makes me so happy to know it touched so many others. Thank you all soooo much for your patience and sticking with me all this time. Y'all are the best!

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Frat Boiz

Summary: The first Friday night of every month was pizza and movies night, and the second Sunday of every month was movies and snuggles (aka date night). There were two reasons for the necessity of this distinction of dates, and their names were Apollo and Dionysus.

A/N: Hello my darlings! (hehe) This one is short and sweet; I've been holding onto for a bit. It's actually the second one I ever wrote (and happened to be Halloween at the time, hence the movies) and I've been debating posting it as always, but I want to bring in more Apollo and some of the other Olympian Siblings **kicks pile of wips under my bed** so I do hope you guys like their dynamic. Thanks as always to @lickoutyourbrains for being my lovely beta, although they may not remember this one actually... 😅

Also, the end note will link to my reference for Apollo, which I am using with credit from the artist. Please let me know if I need to add any other tags, and as always, ENJOY!!!

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The first Friday night of every month was pizza and movies night, and the second Sunday of every month was movies and snuggles (aka date night). There were two reasons for the necessity of this distinction of dates, and their names were Apollo and Dionysus.

You’d never admit it to anyone, but you really did adore how close Hermes was with his brothers. He played a lot of pranks on the other Olympians, and many of them gave back as good as they got, but the three of them specifically (and occasionally Artemis when she was feeling especially devious) were engaged in a millennia-old prank war. Your apartment, thankfully, had become neutral ground, after an incident involving a beer keg being poured off of your apartment's roof like rain (thoroughly soaking Hermes and missing you by millimeters) and rather upsetting your landlord…

You could still remember Dionysus laughing: “Get it? It's a golden shower!”

But that also meant that that's where the other two wanted to hang out with the ‘middle child’, because Hermes spent so much of his free time with you instead of with them. Which led to “pizza and movies Friday” - your way of keeping the three of them on relatively good behavior when inside your home.

There was a handsome leopard skin coat hanging by your door at the moment, ten different bottles of alcohol on the coffee table, two empty pizza boxes on the kitchen table, and three ethereally beautiful men passed out on the floor of your living room.

You smiled, gently nudging Apollo’s shoulder with your foot. He grumbled in response, otherwise unmoving.

The four of you (Artemis was out with her hunters this weekend on a girls trip, probably bathed in blood by now) had sat down for scary movies for the spooky season; starting with the original Dracula, partially to laugh at, and then moving forward through the years. Scream, IT, Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and a bunch of other Halloween movies had all passed by in a blur until it was three-thirty am and you were half on top of Hermes as he had pushed his brothers off the couch so you could comfortably lay down. You’d forced them to take a break about midnight so you could watch Little Shop of Horrors; you weren't a wimp but you weren't really into the gory stuff either, and since it was your apartment and you’d bought the pizza (and three bottles of wine), they had to acquiesce.

Some time around three am they all started speaking exclusively in old Greek. Which was great.

You nudged Apollo again, which he grumbled at some more and rolled away from your reach, onto Dionysus, who kicked in his own unconscious state and almost knocked over the coffee table. Damn divine strength. Hermes was right under the couch, face down. The wings where his ears would be twitched a little as he slept and your smile widened; you loved playing with his hair and - when he allowed it - petting the silky soft feathers. It was so interesting, the way the wings moved with his emotions; especially with you, when he was more relaxed and let them loose instead of pressed tight against his hair.

It was close to ten am, now; thankfully you'd had the forethought to close your window curtains to keep the light out, so none of you awoke to the screaming brightness alongside a hangover. You hadn't drank a lot, but you did have a headache and a bit of a dry mouth to greet you when you woke.

You weren't really sure how Hermes had fallen off the couch, since he had been behind you and cuddling you like his personal teddy bear when you fell asleep. You also weren't really sure why they'd all chosen to just sleep on the floor when there was a perfectly good air mattress in your front closet that they'd slept on before, but whatever.

Who was a mortal to question a god?

Breakfast would be nice, though…

Carefully, you climbed around the couch to get closer to the kitchen, and leave the sleeping gods where they lay. You didn't really cook breakfast that often, usually opting for pop tarts or granola bars as you left for work, but there were a few ingredients in the fridge you could probably use. Hermes left food in there all the time, anyway, and it never seemed to spoil any more.

That was also a big perk of having a divine boyfriend; groceries that didn't go bad.

Rooting around the fridge and freezer, you found a few basics - eggs, milk, cheese, various meats that were probably dropped off by one of the Twins, and frozen toaster waffles. A veritable feast of a hangover cure.

You set about making some scrambled eggs; the simple recipes were always your go-to, and none of your guests ever seemed to mind. While waiting for the pan to heat with a little butter, you popped two waffles into the toaster and grabbed your phone to look at pictures from last night.

There were a lot of terrible, shaky selfies, but also some really cute pictures you would have to print for your walls. You and Hermes cuddled together, reading something from his phone; all four of you making very dumb faces at the camera; Dionysus posing with his leopard skin coat wrapped around his hips like a loin cloth (covering much more of the back than the front,  but with the sleeves draped just so to hide the important part); Apollo and Hermes arm wrestling. One photo you sent to Artemis - the three men laying in a pile, red-faced and about halfway unconscious, hanging off the couch cushions. That was right before you’d yawned and Hermes had made his brothers move.

You heard grumbling as you cracked the first two eggs, thinking you'd might as well make the whole dozen in one go. Anything they didn't eat, you could have later for a lunch or something. The grumbling got a little louder, and you leaned back into the living room in time to see Dionysus elbow Apollo right in the face, making the sun god yell indignantly.

Oh dear. Oh well…

“Food!” You called, hoping to stop a real fist fight before it started. Hermes sat right up, both wings spread out as if on the alert, but his eyes still glazed with sleep.

“Hm?” He looked at you, sort of though you, and blinked a few times. The other brothers had also frozen mid-attack, and were now staring at you; peering from the dark living room into the lighted kitchen.

It was like three raccoons with glowing eyes watching you from a trash can.

“Food.” You repeated, as they stared. A few beats of silence later and you added on, “Scrambled eggs?”

Like the beasts they were, all three perked up, now smelling the sizzling eggs. Hermes was the first in the kitchen, being both the closest and the god of speed, and he gave you a very sweet kiss on the cheek as he began to help you cook. You couldn't complain, he was a better chef than you; and he was a much better judge dealing with the venison gifted by the Twins. Frozen chicken nuggets were more your speed…

Apollo and Dio joined the pair of you only a few moments later. The sun god stretched, showing off his bare chest and various tattoos which looked like etchings of gold set into the marble of his skin. Meanwhile, the god of wine sat at your little kitchen table, apparently having summoned champagne for mimosas.

The four of you made idle conversation; the three brothers now playing gentlemen insisted that you have the first plate of eggs and waffle, and you sat next to Dio as Hermes handed you a bag of chocolate chips from the pantry. You both had a sweet tooth - he knew you so well. Various questions of ‘how did you sleep’ and ‘how many eggs’ were exchanged. It was mostly a warm morning, and you were just happy for the company. With all four of you finally seated with your plates, more focused conversation could begin.

All three would have to leave soon; they all had jobs to be doing, whether that be on Earth or Olympus. You knew Hermes would be starting off somewhere in France picking up a package from Hera in one of her summer homes - most likely another round of Divorce papers which would be responded to with another round of apology letters. Maybe Zeus would show up in person this time.

You laughed as you showed off the pictures you took, “the three of you are worse than frat boys sometimes,” you teased.

Apollo dramatically feigned offense, “I’ll have you know I am the epitome of class.”

You flashed a mildly evil smile; “sure,” you replied, “lots of class from the man who has swirly gold tattoos on his ass.”

This comment made the sun god turn white; Hermes choked on an egg and Dio snorted mimosa right out his nose.

“Who told you that?” Apollo hissed, looking scandalized. He had several lovers who shared his home and time, and you'd met three of them so far. You grinned.

“Hyacinthus may have let it slip.” You replied. In truth, he had scrolled one photo too far while showing you snapshots of different outfits worn to some fancy event (maybe something related to the Olympics?), and you'd seen significantly more of the sun god than strictly necessary; thankfully from the back… You knew there was no malice in Apollo's actions; at worst, Hyacinth would be texting you later that his credit card privileges were taken away for a week. You’d take him out for a massage or drinks or something sometime soon, and that would restore the balance.

Dionysus laughed, his head thrown back and his eyes tearing up. Hermes was laughing as well, but took a minute to kiss you and say softly in your ear, “god I love you.” Apollo pouted, but his puppy-eyes and trembling lip disappeared as you passed him the champagne. You were certain he'd have something to tease you and Hermes about soon enough.

After a little more breakfast, along with a little more champagne and a little more banter, the three were kind enough to help you clear the table (you could deal with dishes later) and begin gathering their things to leave. You grabbed Dio’s coat to hand it to him, and he ruffled your hair affectionately and said, “next time, we’ll show ya how to party on Olympus,” before leaving - still barefoot.

Somehow that felt a little bit like a playful threat. It was certainly an intimidating thought, you were sure his parties were more wild than any college movie could depict.

Apollo smirked, took your hand, and softly kissed your knuckles, once again a gentleman. “Was my offering acceptable, Lord Apollo?” You asked playfully, referring to the eggs and previous night's pizza. He grinned.

“Acceptable, I suppose.” he replied, giving Hermes a light punch on the shoulder and saying something like “see you later, feathers,” before also taking his leave.

“Feathers. I like that nickname.” You said, as Hermes' arms snaked around you. He smiled, bright and loving, and you could see the silver in his eyes glowing just a bit.

“I'm glad you can hold your own against my siblings,” he said, giving you another kiss. You chuckled.

“Well, I have to hold my own against you, don't I?” You replied, sliding your own hands down to his waist and slipping a hand into his messenger bag. Right at the top, just inside a little pocket, was your phone, which you pulled back out and waved for him to see. He only looked proud - proud of himself and proud of you knowing him so well.

“Yes. Yes you do.” He readjusted his bag and leaned down to tighten his sandals, and you took the chance to muss his hair again, make him stay a moment longer. You grabbed his sunglasses from the coffee table while he put on his helmet, and then he was ready.

You had the rest of the day to yourself, the day off from work and no pressing errands. Maybe you would read a book or scroll on your phone. One last kiss goodbye and Hermes was gone, but you knew he would be back soon.

And right on time as you returned to the couch, your phone lit up with a text. Hyacinthus.

Your life was crazy, but you sure did love it.

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Check out Apollo's tattoos designed by @bambiilooloo !!! Thanks again for letting me reference your art! I *still* can't get over those swirlies 🤣🤣🤣🤣!!!

Also "three raccoons with glowing eyes staring at you from a trash can" is probably my favorite line I have ever and will ever write (/hj)

[vossprime]

20 Questions: Writing Edition

Tagged by the Inquisition herself ( @inquisitornocturn ), thank you, this looks so fun!

How many works do you have on ao3?

23!

What’s your total ao3 word count?

102,210

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Mechanical; Medicinal (Rogue Trader)

Absolute / Obedience (BG3)

Systematical; Sacrificial (Rogue Trader)

I don't know where to put my hands (Metro 2033)

Blood in the Water (WH40K)

What fandoms do you write for?

WH40K, broadly speaking.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I try to respond to all of them simply because they spark an endless well of joy in me and most often inspire me to say something in return. Also whenever I comment I love replies as well, so I try to keep that going.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Once I fucking sit down and continue Blackwater Days you will all see-

From my recent ones, on the principle of want (RT, Achilleas x Heinrix) comes to mind. Not for the plot, necessarily, which is more sorrowful than angsty, but the last line:

For a moment Heinrix wants to kiss him awake, kiss him goodbye.  The Interrogator breathes once, twice, then turns on his heel and leaves the room.

It was a deliberate choice to contrast Heinrix with his title here, that was my special little treat to myself. I gain another health bar anytime someone points it out.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ironic, given the title, but Bellicose Hearts (Horus Heresy). It was written as a gift and a challenge for @mortallyperfecttimemachine and the theme was humor and fluff, so it ended on a nice note. A photo together. The remembrancers are happy. Keeler is there. Karkasy is alive. Isstvan is far away.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not directly! My comments are locked to registered accounts only, that seems to dissuade the obvious bots and trolls. Always fond of the ask I got that was just a "👎" tho.

Do you write smut?

In theory yes, in practice I have been told my smut is just character studies in disguise. My most popular fics stay the ones that were exclusively written with my [redacted] though.

Do you write crossovers?

Not really - most often they don't hold any appeal for me.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, but I'm already being vagued /j - SOON.

What’s your all time favourite ship?

You're asking someone who has a brain like a sieve and triple-wields ships until polyamory is the only sensible solution :D

What’s the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

None. I plan to see everything through. If it takes 10 years, it takes 10 years. Farseer grindset.

What are your writing strengths?

Prose, poetry, evocative imagery.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. Who came up with this. Is it not enough to communicate through 4-6 intricately crafted metaphors and call it a day? Hell world.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Provided I am writing in English, I provide translation in the footnotes and try not to have it drag on for too long. I do enjoy some language variety in fic, though. Dirty Talk in another language? Elite. Sadly I come from the language the absolute least suited for writing this.

First fandom you wrote for?

The first one I published for was Metro 2033, the book. The first one I wrote was for a mobile game called The Arcana. Don't judge me, a bitch saw tarot themes and a pointy-toothed nonbinary vivisection freak and decided he just might. A true freak from day one - you can tell why I like Tervantias.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I'm going to level with you. It will always be the last one. I grow and evolve with each piece and whatever I have last put out will be my pride and joy at that very moment. However, Blackwater Days (which I still plan to bring past chapter 1, it's just sitting in my drafts all disjointed and none of like 5 chapters empty but none ready either) will always be close to my heart for how much planning, fantasizing and worldbuilding happened around it. Those three hour discussions with my roommate on military strategy are sacred.

Tagging: Let me gather my irl squad for a second: @definitely-not-iorveth @mortallyperfecttimemachine , @goofgoofdildo , @ineadhyn , I'd be really interested to hear if you feel like it!

[scorpioriesling]

hello! may i request a one shot with garrick ( he’s so underrated ) full of angst? maybe an injury or something that is on your mind?

How Did We Get Ourselves Into This?

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Pairing(s): Garrick x reader

Warning(s): angst, pain/injury

Summary: After a hard loss, you know you can always trust Garrick to take care of you.

SR’s Note: So I have never written for Garrick before, however... I have a few requested WIPs featuring him, soooo I suppose I'll start offering him as an option! This is my first Garrick one-shot, so I hope you enjoy. <3

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @freakishfandomfiend (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Pain exploded down your forearm with each hit on the bag.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

Anger flowed through you and released against the punching bag, the sound bouncing off the walls of the empty gym.

BANG.

BANG.

You punched the bag hard, ignoring the agony blooming within your dominant arm. Just two days ago, you were in a healer's bed because you'd gotten so beat up in your last challenge -- and lost.

That's what pissed you off more than anything.

BANG.

BANG.

First thing you did when getting out this morning? Taking to the gym.

BANG.

BANG.

"HEY!"

You kept punching, ignoring the all-too familiar sound from behind you. He shouted again, and you cried out in torment as you threw another punch. Angry, quick footsteps sounded from behind you mere seconds before you reared your fist back, halting when Garrick stepped between you and the bag.

"Did you loose your hearing too?"

The tension on his face was palpable. You glared up at him, using your free hand to try and shove him out of the way; it didn't work, of course. The man was 6' 3" and had at least 100 lbs. on you.

"That's it." He said in finality, bending at the waist to scoop you into his arms. It wasn't as ceremonious as it sounded; you ended up being tossed over his shoulder as though you weighed nothing.

Your fist pounded at his back, but he only began walking toward the exit.

"Put me down, Tavis!" You shouted, but it came out breathier than you liked. Winded from the angry fist fight with the punching bag, and now being bent over his shoulder -- perhaps you were more exhausted than you thought.

"You can forget it."

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You were set down with an mmph on the cool marble countertop, and you sucked in a long breath as Garrick released his hold on you. He stood straight up, looking around the bathroom for supplies.

When he turned toward the medicine cabinet on the adjacent wall, reaching in and closing his deft fingers around a bandage roll...

You mentally kicked yourself.

It were mere moments like these that always kept him near the forefront of your mind.

When he turned back, he looked the opposite of thoughtful.

"Not really sure what you were thinking," he muttered, tugging on the end of the roll. "Going so hard like that -- you just got out this morning, for Dunne's sake."

His brows knit as he made to grab your forearm, but you instead shoved his shoulder. His gaze finally met yours at that, fury raging in his irises.

"I can do what I want," you asserted, sitting up straight on the counter. "Clearly I need to be in there every day -- it's friends like you keeping me from doing so that will cause me to lose more challenges."

He huffed in frustration, setting down the bandage roll and gripping your waist. His fingers flexed into the plush of your ass, scooting you to the edge of the counter at once.

"I think we're a little past just 'friends', aren't we Y/N?"

The question wasn't intended to be menacing -- but the way he stood in only a muscle tank and low-rise sweats, his toned torso directly between your knees...

You couldn't even come up with a good response.

Instead, you let him have your arm this time. His eye contact didn't break as he grabbed the roll once more, pulling out a fresh wrap to re-tie your arm with. You only looked away to glance at your wound. It really did look bad; despite all the healing, the laceration must have broken open again today without you noticing.

Silent beats passed between the two of you as he worked, securing the bandage and turning to put the roll away. When he looked to you again, his eyes had softened.

"You have to take care of yourself, Y/N." His gaze is locked onto yours, the seriousness in his tone something you’d become so used to. You sigh, looking down at your bandaged arm.

“I just … I hate feeling so small. So incapable,” you explain. His thumb and forefinger grasp your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. When you do — his lips are mere inches from yours.

“I know how much you’re capable of,” he says quietly, his eyes searching yours like always. “And it’s a lot more than you give yourself credit for.”

You lean in, allowing his firm mouth to press against yours. He sighs, his fingers softly cupping your jaw as the other hand rests atop your thigh. You’re just wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist when he pulls back.

“I’m not kidding Y/N — I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

:* ✧･ﾟ

[nalascat]

Plasmashipping Fanfiction Reccomendations

Hi!! I have been obsessed with plasma since about late 2017 and at that time I probably read just about every plasma fanfic known to man. or the fandom. Or whatever

ANYWAY. here's a list of my favorites!!! it's been a while for a lot of them so. Yeagh.

Your Fault, My Fault, Whatever by whichlights

It was all Jay's fault, really. Kai refused to think about his own part in this whole mess, because it was so much easier to pin it all on Jay. - News reporters catch sight of Kai and Jay trying wedding cakes, and get the idea they're engaged, which is funny, hilarious even, except... they're not even dating?

starting off strong with the fanfic that probably literally changed my brain chemistry at age 14 and is the reason I got so attached to plasma. I read this probably a billion times and I am almost certain my writing style came from or started from this fic.

I LOVE fake engagement/dating aus and this fic is literally the reason I have like 5 in my wips for other fandoms. it's so good and it had me hooked every single time I reread it. I believe I owe it a reread soon.

Earbuds by Reddshoes

(Podfic)

The city of Ninjago is protected by the six ninja: Green, Red, Blue, Gray, Black, and White. Kai loves working as the Red Ninja, and honors the bonds he's formed with his teammates more than anything else. Things start to get complicated after he accidentally discovers Blue's identity- and, after he realizes Blue doesn't recognize him, a little awkward as well. Along with all of this, a new criminal organization on the rise is pushing the strength of the ninja's bonds, threatening them to fall apart.

So uh basically ninjago is gotham now and miraculous ladybug-inspired identity hiding hijinks ensue. (ok hand emoji)

Okay, can't have a plasma fic rec list without Earbuds. I was following along with this fic as it was being posted and I was OBSESSED. It is brilliantly written and the au that Reddshoes has built is just??? *chefs kiss*

If I were to say which fic defined plasma, I would say that THIS. this is the one, guys.

STUTTER? by whichlights

Kai's way too unfairly cute.

Another fic by whichlights! This one is short but it's super super sweet!! They are everything to me

Also I am very upset that that animation meme is private. Dude I remember watching it over and over and over.

Dumb by FroggyBowtie

It was so sure. So excited and so full of love. Was Kai that dumb for taking it as genuine? He shook his head, he'd think about all that later. When he'd be alone and it'd be too dark to tell if tears were shed.

proposal scene fic! angsty but very very good. loveeeeee the angst u can drag from the scene and FroggyBowtie did it excellently!

Would you be the Yin to my Yang? by suluswife

(Podfic)

Would you be the Yin to my Yang?

God, how Kai hated those words.

I'm allowed to add one of my own fics and this is my favorite of what I wrote forever ago. another s10 proposal fic and ALSO angsty oops sorry. that's all I gotta say here

Flowers and Electricity by That_Girl_Who_Is_WAY_Too_Cheerful

The ninja have returned from the First Realm and Kai can't work out how he feels about anyone anymore.

(Or, Kailor and Jaya crumbles due to time apart and Kai finds himself considering Jay as an option)

AGH!!! this one is also super super sweet. this is one of those ones I can remember reading and it made me very happy gah!! Yes Kai go give Jay ur flowers

When your love rival is a frog by lem0n_shark

(Podfic)

Jay loves frogs. Kai does not. (some good ole movieverse plasma for the soul)

Kyle. I think about Kyle sometimes. Kai ur out here pissed at a frog. Calm down.

The PINING in this fic is excellent. And also I was simultaneously rooting for Kai and the Frog at the same time. Oopsies

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T by ranvirn47

Kai is really bad at skating. And who better to teach him than Jay? But when the boy who's teaching him often makes him feel weak in the knees, the wheels on his feet aren't what's giving him the most trouble standing. - aka disaster gay Kai + skates = a bad time

the REQUIRED trope for plasma? Rollerskating date. This one is written perfectly and they're skating and THEY'RE IN LOVE!!!

sparks by plasmara

when ninjago city, a city where nothing ever happens, suddenly undergoes a rapid technological transformation, all of its citizens are pleasantly surprised. but when people start disappearing, especially those speaking out about the AI that’s taken over their lives, the FBI suspects something darker at play. so they send in their two best agents to infiltrate the city’s new high-tech world, and uncover the truth. but as they dig deeper into this mysterious city and its sudden transformation, they uncover a lot more than they bargained for — with the case, and each other. aka plasma undercover agents as husbands do their jobs and fall in love in the process bc I’m a sucker for fake dating/marriage to lovers

AND!!! Finishing off this list with the fanfic that has wholeheartedly dragged me right back to where I belong in my place as a plasmashipper.

Another "fake" au and this time they are fake married and they're both PINING and dude I am in love here. AND we have a whole mystery and EVERYTHING

This one has kept me on the EDGE of my seat since I started following along and every time I see it update, I SPRINT to go read it. And that reminds me. I have to go read the newest chapter ehhee

[spikyiwaizumi]

[excerpt from my kuroyaku timeskip wip]

“Can I use your mirror for a few minutes?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks.”

Yaku stepped past him, dressed in a half-open shirt that fell against his skin in just the right way to accent his stature. A hint of his chest hair was visible, nearly covering his freckles, if you didn’t know to look for them. Kuroo looked for them, his stomach clenching. They only stood out as slightly darker on his skin; but they were there, and Kuroo had an insane urge to count them all, place his fingers on each one, to survey every inch of Yaku’s body.

Then Yaku had passed him, and Kuroo was left staring at the back of his neck. He picked out a slight shine of hair gel on Yaku's collar before he had walked too deeply into the bathroom.

With his own thoughts completely intelligible, Kuroo followed him. He rested his shoulder against the side of the doorframe, watching Yaku face the mirror.

Rifling through his hygiene bag, Yaku took out a small tube, and Kuroo blinked, recognising it. Mascara.

Leaning forwards, Yaku brushed his lashes with it gently, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. He applied it to one eye, then his lower lashes, returning the little rod to the tube. His hands moved graceful, sure.

Then, he met Kuroo’s gaze in the mirror.

“What?”

“I — um.” Kuroo’s mouth felt dry, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

“You want some?”

Kuroo shook his head. “I was just watching.”

Arching an eyebrow, Yaku slid out the rod again.

“I wasn’t aware that putting on mascara was so fascinating to you straight guys,” Yaku said, scraping the brush end against the side of the opening.

“Why do you do that?” Kuroo asked.

“It’s to stop clumps coming out onto your lashes and sticking them together. A friend in Moscow taught me after seeing my first dismal attempt.” Yaku tilted his head. “What, you’ve never seen your exes apply makeup before?”

“I never really paid attention to it…” Kuroo trailed off. “One of them didn’t really wear makeup.”

Yaku snorted. “Good for her. She must’ve been pretty, for her to catch your eye.”

His attention shifted from Kuroo back to his reflection, teasing his upper lashes with the brush in short, fluid strokes.

“I resent the implication that I only care about appearances.”

“Are you telling me she wasn’t pretty?”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Yaku aimed a grin at him in the mirror. Kuroo didn’t know what to do with his face, his hands, his whole thrumming body.

“Hey, she was, but…” Kuroo paused, his throat thick. “That’s not why I dated her.”

“Wow, a guy who cares about the personality of the woman he dates? Would you like an award?”

Yaku moved onto his lower lashes again, lengthening them in a few quick sweeps.

“She…”

Argued with me in the right way. Was confident. Encouraged me to speak my mind. She was like you.

Screwing his mascara closed, Yaku’s eyes flickered up to meet Kuroo’s in the mirror.

“Yeah?”

His eyes were mesmorising. It took Kuroo a moment to work out why; the mascara framed his eyes, drew more attention to them, highlighting just how big they were. With the LEDs reflecting against the depth and hues of brown in them, Kuroo could believe the deity status that the commenters and article writers often gifted him.

“I should get ready too,” Kuroo said.

Yaku held up the mascara. “You sure you don’t want any? You’ve got long lashes, it’ll look good.”

Kuroo hesitated, and Yaku cracked a smile. His teeth flashed white and dangerous. Kuroo's head felt light, like when he was young and Bokuto-drunk, when they’d pound a shot of energy drink together.

“It’ll make the ladies swoon, I promise you.”

Kuroo wet his lips, then smiled. Ladies. Right, those were who he was after. "Why not?"

Yaku crooked a finger. "C'mere, then."

It was a little embarrassing, how quickly Kuroo’s body responded, stepping forwards just a little too fast to be normal. He entered Yaku’s personal space and forgot how to breathe, as if Yaku’s oppressive aura suffocated more than only spikers. Kuroo dragged in a breath. He had to stoop, Yaku's hand on his shoulder, guiding him downwards.

"Yeah, there's good. Stay there."

"Should I close my eyes?" Kuroo asked, and Yaku nodded.

"For the upper lashes, yeah. It'll be easier. Having something really close to your eye tends to make your eye close, strangely enough."

"Weird," Kuroo commented, shutting his eyes. "I thought my instinct would be to shove that thing into my eye."

He felt Yaku's sharp exhale of amusement on his nose, and his chest constricted, his body humming, horribly, wonderfully aware of how close Yaku was. His skin felt like it was reaching out, reacting to his presence, demanding that Kuroo press himself to Yaku, against him, in him. Every way possible.

The side of Yaku’s hand rested on his cheek as he applied the mascara, his other hand holding Kuroo’s chin. Kuroo thought he might die. It felt odd — he'd never had his lashes brushed before. His eye kept twitching, unwilling to accept the intrusion.

"It won't take long," came Yaku's assurance, and Kuroo took the words into his chest, nesting them there.

"You're being very nice," Kuroo answered, and Yaku was silent for a few moments, working away on Kuroo's lashes.

"I'm always nice," he replied eventually. "You just don't see it very often because you're too busy being an asshole."

"Aw, you're not nice to assholes?"

"No."

"You're discriminating, you know that? You're supposed to treat everyone equally."

"How about you stop being a shithead then, huh?"

"That's all part of my charm, Yakkun. I'm a multi-facted person, unpredictable, exciting," Kuroo said, and Yaku brayed out a laugh. Kuroo grimaced as a couple of spit droplets landed on his face. Yaku stopped his work, his hand shaking against Kuroo's cheekbone.

"The only charming thing about you is that sometimes you shut up," Yaku replied, but his tone was warm with amusement.

Swapping hands, he resumed brushing out Kuroo's lashes, and Kuroo tried to swallow down the lump in his throat.

"Okay," Yaku said. "Open your eyes, I'll do the lower ones now."

He angled Kuroo's head up, pink tongue just visible poking out of the corner of his mouth. Kuroo gazed at it until the end of the brush hovered precariously close to his eye — he instinctively jerked back, his chin slipping out of Yaku's fingers.

"I don't trust you not to blind me with that," he commented, squinting at it. "It looks like a torture device."

"Don't be a baby," Yaku chided him, grasping his chin again — no, his fingers were sliding up Kuroo's whole jaw this time, his chin cradled by the base of Yaku’s palm. "Come here."

"You haven't promised not to stick that thing in my eye," Kuroo said, and Yaku rolled his eyes, tugging Kuroo's face down to his level.

Kuroo didn't resist. Yaku was strong; it was one thing knowing that from afar, from observation. It was another when Yaku had a firm hold of his face, dragging him towards him with a purpose. Kuroo wondered if he would have time to take a cold shower before leaving.

"Fine. I promise not to stab out your eyes," Yaku stated, and his foot bumped against Kuroo's as he shifted back into position.

"Thank you. I like my eyesight, y'know."

"Who would've guessed," Yaku murmured out, drawing the pointy device down over Kuroo's lower lashes.

It looked like a black blot in Kuroo's vision. As he almost went cross-eyed trying to see it, Yaku huffed, his hand quivering in the air.

"I'm almost done."

"I have plenty of patience," Kuroo told him, accompanying it with an easy smile. "Take your time. I wouldn't want you to rush and mess up your masterpiece."

"It's just mascara," Yaku replied, changing to the other eye.

“Yeah, but it’s my face.”

“Stop talking shit.”

It may have been his imagination, but Kuroo thought he was a little faster this time.

“There,” Yaku murmured, pulling back. “Close your eyes.”

Kuroo did.

He kept a hold of Kuroo, angling his head to the right, then the left.

“Yeah, it’s alright. Hard to fuck up mascara, but I’ve done it before. Had to check I didn’t get any on your nose or something.”

“Thanks,” Kuroo said, opening his eyes.

His next inhale stuttered, his heartbeat seeming to shake his whole body. Yaku's face was shoved up close to his, his grip on Kuroo's face tightening, fingers curling over his jaw. He blinked, and his eyes were wide and the sort of golden brown that sucked you in like a molten pool and he didn’t look embarrassed by their proximity at all and Kuroo couldn’t think of a single thing to do or say. His lashes were blacker than usual. Kuroo held his breath. Watched as Yaku’s gaze flicked around his face, and then withdrew.

“No problem,” he said, and the heaviness in Kuroo’s lungs ebbed.

He could breathe again. It carried no relief. He would gladly suffocate in Yaku’s heavy presence.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and huffed, placing his hands on his hips and leaning in. HIs lashes did seem more defined, and Kuroo couldn't decide if it made him prettier or more handsome. Maybe both.

"What do you think?" Yaku asked, biting along the side of his thumb.

Kuroo drew his gaze over to Yaku in the mirror and smiled, placing the back of his hand under his chin. He fluttered his lashes.

"I like it. I look fine, like one of those 'pretty boys' that girls online fawn over."

Lowering his thumb, Yaku wiped it down the side of his pants, cracking a smile. "Is that a good thing?"

"It is," Kuroo replied, holding Yaku's gaze in the mirror.

His reflection looked a lot more confident than him, regarding Yaku with a soft, fond smile. Under the harsh lights of the bathroom, Yaku's hair shone, the stark whiteness falling onto his shoulders, illuminating the slight transparency of his shirt, his hands, slowly winding around themselves. If Kuroo touched his hands, they would feel like a shrine.

Yaku stared back at him; his lips fluctuated, overhead lights catching the glistening edges. Then his mouth stilled, deciding against whatever he was about to say. A pressure hung in the air, circling Kuroo's lungs, seeping into his stomach like lead.

He should make a dumb joke.

"I think I could rent these out as a hairdryer," Kuroo said, batting his lashes at Yaku.

Snorting, Yaku thumped his shoulder. "'Course you're thinking about how to make money."

"The economy demands a roommate or a side hustle, what can I say? I can’t be left behind."

The thickness at the back of Kuroo's throat diluted somewhat, and he tried to turn his mind back to what he needed to go out. Wallet. Keys. Phone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yaku rifle through his makeup bag again, producing yet another tube. This one, Kuroo recognised from his sister's desk. Eyeliner. Pulling the skin above his eyelid taut, Yaku licked his lips, focusing as he drew a thin, precise line at the corner of his eye.

"What does that do?" Kuroo asked, and Yaku hissed out a curse, surveying his work.

"It makes my eyes seem bigger, if I've done it right. I haven’t.”

"They can get bigger?" Kuroo questioned as Yaku rubbed at the corner of his eye, black marks streaking across his hand as he erased whatever he’d done.

"I like to accent them," Yaku replied, delving into his little bag again. He fished out some wipes, and, after clearing away his mistake, finished his eyeliner in a few deft strokes.

It was subtle; if someone wasn't looking for it, they could almost miss the black stripe that merged into his lash line around the apex of his eye.

Kuroo wasn’t delusional; Yaku was a six out of ten on looks alone, but when his hair was styled, his skin smooth, dressed well, smelled nice, makeup applied… eight.

His eyes dropped to Yaku’s exposed chest.

Nine.

Yaku went to pack his makeup, zipping up his hygiene bag, and Kuroo's gut lurched, yelling at him to do something, that the moment wasn't gone quite yet, that this restlessness coursing through his body needed something to do, to use the adrenaline from the sensation of Yaku's hand rounding his face.

Yaku pushed his bag to the side of the table, and Kuroo stood there, he just stood there and watched as Yaku passed him to exit the bathroom —

"Yakkun," he said, and Yaku paused, one hand lying flat against the side of the door.

He turned his head to regard Kuroo over his shoulder. "Hm?"

"You look good," Kuroo said, his heartbeat pulsing in his tongue.

"Thanks," Yaku replied, a slow grin spreading over his face. His cheeks might've darkened, or it could've been the shadow from the doorframe. "You do, too."

"I know," Kuroo grinned back. "Partially thanks to you."

With a sharp laugh, Yaku stepped out of the bathroom, and Kuroo laid a palm over his racing heart.

[ruubesz-draws]

Godzilla GIJINKA!!!!! (Finally)

I'm trying different ways to add colour to these drawings Failed miserably... :')

I redesigned Mothra and Scylla. Shimo and Tiamat were fun to design!

I'm also going to post the full profile/infos about my gijinkas later too (Hopefully soon)

[reginalusus]

More Jason and Harvey fic stuff... Harvey will make observations and Jason will be like, "URM, ACTUALLY-"

Silly lil' Ko-Fi.

[joyfuladorable]

Comic redraw of a 40th Anniversary page but make it a Rise Capril AU where Casey doesn't meet any of them until after she becomes a vigilante UwU👌🏼

+ Bonus textless page!

[nounaarts]

LEAKED SCENE FROM SONIC MOVIE 3 ??

*queue 80’s music*

Here’s all their crimes listed :)

[screwpinecaprice]

Oh oof I slipped and hit them with dark and serious beam. 😣

[anewp0tat0]

Happy Fathers Day, I'm finally on time for something!!! I don't have that much flavor this time though folks. just sweetness. that's it. hope that's cool, never too bad.

if you think this is anything but platonic then no, plz. away

[wandixx]

one-shot snippet

Duke was running out of fumes to run on. The last few days would be exhausting if it was just vigilante or just civilian stuff but no, he had to have it both. Because of Arkham break out, he had been called in three nights in a row, not for a whole patrol but he couldn't exactly sleep it off during the day like others did, especially not in a week when every teacher decided they needed to have test or quiz or what not. Naps meant he wasn't as sleep-deprived as he could be but he needed far more. But he couldn't because crime in Gotham never sleeps so he had normal patrol to finish and there were about two hours left.

Would something bad happen if he just stopped for a moment and laid on a roof? Ten up to fifteen minutes. It was a slow day too…

Yeah, no, he deserved a moment to rest and if something disastrous was to happen in the meantime he would shame other Bats for not giving him enough time to sleep.

It certainly said something that he found gravel covering this roof to be quite comfortable. He set a timer for ten minutes and let himself close his eyes.

When the loud screech of the timer jolted him awake, he was suddenly fully aware that he wasn't alone anymore. He sat up a little too quickly.

"Oh, you're awake" white white-haired girl around Damian's age chimed, sitting cross-legged just a few feet away from him. She wore something that could only be described as a lab safety hazmat suit, white and black with popping green accents. When had Gotham gotten a new vigilante/villain/whoever the girl was? "Good, I just returned from a snack hunt," she added, gesturing at a big textile bag lying next to her. Duke didn't have enough brainpower to do anything more than ask.

"What?"

The girl shrugged, take-out from BatBurger in her hand.

"You look like you have a bad day if not a few days, so I've got you my cousin's bad day combo or at least the closest thing I could. BatBurger burger isn't as good as NastyBurger but you certainly have better fries" As she spoke, a second take-out bag, 1 liter bottle of energy drink, juice bottle of the same size, and pack of convenience store brownies joined greasy paper bag sealed with a sticker.

"Is your cousin a speedster?" Excuse Duke, it was a totally valid question, he saw with his bare eyes both Wally West and Bart Allen when they visited Manor. No one else would be able to stomach the amount of food they inhaled during their stays.

"Nah, we're not that fast or that hungry. Though I think I may get closer to the speed of sound." So, clearly, a meta if white hair and weir aura that let his eyes rest weren't enough indication "My cousin when he has a bad few days often forgets to eat so this combo has to help with there too. But I'll steal your fries of course."

Duke was not going to look a gift horse in the teeth, so he grabbed one bag and tore it open. There was a classic combo with bigger fries and NightWings inside.

"Thank you…" he trailed off, hoping that the girl would take a clue and introduce herself but she didn't. She just drowned her fries in ketchup and started munching. She had her own juice.

"My cousin always said that each part of this combo has a different purpose." she explained instead, slightly muffled because of the fries in her mouth "This" she gestured towards the fast food meal "is to soothe your stomach. This "she tapped energy drink "is to soothe your brain and kick it back online. This "she raised a bottle of juice "is to soothe your taste buds because energy drinks are war crime against them and this "she nudged brownies "is to soothe your heart because Ancients damn it, this day is awful and you deserve it. At least that's what he told me when I had day bad enough to deserve that" she shrugged, licking ketchup of her finger. Suddenly she froze "You aren't allergic, are you?

"No, I'm not" he confessed bewildered.

"Good"

For a long moment, they sat in silence, devouring food the little girl brought. Duke distantly wondered if this was how the night shift spent their snack breaks. It felt nice.

He was finishing his part of the brownies when the girl spoke up again.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," he was a little surprised to realize that t it was true. He'll have to note down what she put in this 'bad day combo'. "Thank you"

"Don't mention it." she shrugged with a general gesture of dismissal "You're one of my cousin's favorite heroes because you're vaguely his age and handle Gotham alone during the day and I quote "She did honest or God air quotes at that" 'As only hero in Amity-' which is a lie by the way, Val is doing great and even if he suddenly got problem with how she feels about his alter ego, he still has Sam and Tuck even if they're usually more of moral support. And I helped when I visited, so no, he isn't the only one. Anyway as he said 'As the only hero in Amity, my heart goes out for anyone who deals with this type of bullshit so Dani if you absolutely have to prank heroes, leave them out of it, especially Signal, he can't be older than Jazz, he doesn't need any more mess to handle.' All aliens and lanterns are also off-limits because he is a space nerd. But you aren't space-related so I'm like 80% percent sure he has a celebrity crush on you" She slurped more juice, unbothered.

Duke was thankful he wasn't swallowing anything because for sure she would choke. He took a split second to consider addressing… this whole situation and choose against it. He was not ready to be anyone's celebrity crush.

"Your name is Danny?" he asked instead.

"Dani" she corrected" with an I"

"Ok. It's nice to meet you Dani-with-an-I" She giggled, nodding her head slightly.

"It's nice to meet you too Signal"

Duke stood up, stretching a little. Dani joined him after hastily putting all the trash in her bag. She was a little higher than expected.

"I have to get back to my patrol"

"Cool," she drifted back a bit, making him realize that she was floating a few inches above the ground. She fixed her bag on her arm.

"Hey, can I hang out a little bit more? My cousin will go green out of jealousy when I tell him" she added with a mischievous smirk but Duke could tell there was more to it. He took a moment to consider it, which apparently made the girl nervous "I can be invisible the whole time, like before." she offered, disappearing in the meantime. He could still tell where she was, because of her heat signature, and aura but for regular people, she would be no different than the surrounding air.

"Yeah, you can hang around and you don't have to be invisible. Just don't get in my way when I have to actually do some fighting."

She popped back to the visible spectrum and pouted like Damian whenever he got benched.

" I can fight, y'know? I stopped mugging on a snack run."

It was ten goddamn minutes, how could she get so much food and stop a mugging in such a short time?!

Oh, right, superspeed. Still, impressive.

"I haven't seen it" he started, channeling all Dick-trying-to-wrangle-Damian-into-socially-acceptable-activity' energy he could muster "So I don't know how you fight or even what powers you have. If we tried to fight together we would trip over each other" It was a bare-faced lie, Bat Training made sure of that but he knew for a fact that if he said anything else, the girl would be mad and probably did her own thing.

Was that what Bruce thought about all of them?

Oh no.

Dani still looked displeased but after a moment of consideration, she nodded with a defeated sigh.

Suddenly she straightened like she got struck by lightning and whipped around.

"Wha-"

She just shushed raising her finger to her mouth. Duke did indeed quieten.

"I have enhanced hearing" she whispered "There is a mugging somewhere this way."

"Let's go then" he shot his grapple, waving his other hand at Dani to come with him before he jumped off the roof. He heard the girl giggle as she flew right after him.

" After this, you'll show me the coolest gargoyles, okay? Sam asked for photos"

"Okay"

It seemed that the end of this patrol wouldn't be as bad as the start was. Hopefully.

And afterward, he was going to lock himself in his room until the sky fell or he was well rested.

Yeah, that was a good plan.

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