[001] BEING THE YOUNGEST IN THE STUDY GROUP (nbc Community Headcanons)

[001] BEING THE YOUNGEST IN THE STUDY GROUP (nbc community headcanons)

Because I am talking about a big group, I made a little color-coded list so there should be no confusion as to who is speaking! Also, this is set about halfway through season one, so that explains the timeline.

Reader = Purple Jeff = Blue Britta = Orange Annie = Yellow Abed = Green Troy = Red Shirley = Pink

pairing: fem!reader x platonic!community warnings: none

The choice to go to community college hadn't exactly been an ideal one

You had accidentally filled out all your actual college applications wrong and didn't realize they never went through until all the application dates had passed.

So, weighing your options, you decided that Greendale was your best option.

By then you had to enroll in all the leftover classes that still had spots open

You had taken French all throughout high school and barely retained a word of it. You'd hoped to jump into some French classes for an easy A, but all of the French classes had already filled up.

The solution? Spanish 101.

You showed up to the first day of class determined to make the best of the awful hand you had been dealt.

And surprise, surprise! Spanish was nothing like French.

The teacher was a little kooky and he severely overestimated how much work his students could do before the next class.

Before you knew it, you were drowning in work that you didn't know how to do and suddenly your grade started to drop.

When your next door neighbor took a liking to blasting loud music while you were trying to study, you decided to head to one of the study rooms to try and be productive.

But when you got there, you found the table was already full of people.

"Oh! My bad, sorry-"

You tried to leave, but, due to your immense surprise, one of the girls at the table recognized you.

"Hey, wait - aren't you in our Spanish class?"

Before you could confirm, someone answered for you.

"Yeah. She sits in the third row and color codes all her notes."

You looked at him in confusion.

"I'm Abed."

And then another woman in the room smiled at you.

"You color code your notes?"

You nodded and took them out to show her, but a douchey looking guy in a leather jacket scoffed.

"The only people who color code notes are horse girls and psychopaths."

Four years of going to public school has made you immune to assholes...and excellent at shutting them down.

So you slapped down your color coded notes and took the chair beside him.

"I bet this psychopath's color coded notes can teach you more Spanish in five minutes than an entire semester of whatever blow-off class you're taking."

And again, to your surprise, he almost looked impressed.

"I'm Jeff Winger."

"Y/n L/n."

And just like that, you were in.

You met with the group every day after class to work on the Spanish homework and study for upcoming tests and quizzes

But, to be honest, you guys weren't always great at staying on task.

"Okay, um... yo nací en mil novecientos noventa y dos."

"Hang on, that can't be right. You just said you were born in 1992."

"No, that's right."

"Y/n, that would make you seventeen."

"...Yeah?"

Needless to say, they kinda lost it.

"You're even younger than me! Wait, I'm not the youngest anymore? Ha! Suck it, Y/n!"

"I started school a year early and I have a late birthday! I don't know what the big deal is."

"No big deal, I just didn't know that there was a child in our midst."

"I am not a child."

"Aw, look at them pouting! They're so little and adorable."

Thus began your long journey of trying to prove to your friends that you were not a child.

Your first step? Changing up your look.

And boy did you turn some heads when you walked into the study room in a leather jacket and thick eyeliner

"Okay Wednesday Addams, give us our Y/n back and no one gets hurt."

"Jeff, I'm trying to prove a point."

"Is the point that you lost a bet with the cosmetology class?"

So...yeah. That didn't go as well as you were hoping.

Even so, they stuck by you through all of your erratic, split second decisions that you made without really considering the consequences

Like when you walked into the first day of second semester with bangs you had cut yourself over the break.

Surprisingly, Abed seemed to be the one most enthusiastic about them.

“It’s likely that we’ve just began a new season, so one of the main characters changed up their look to provide a jumping off point and to keep viewers interested.”

Silence followed…

“I like them.”

“Aw, thanks Abed!”

But, obviously, you endured some teasing—mostly from Jeff.

“Okay, remind me not to let Mia Wallace near a pair of scissors ever again.”

“Did you just Google ‘female characters with bangs’ and use the first one on the list?”

"…No.” (Jeff said as he slyly put his phone back in his pocket.)

The group became like a family to you, but sometimes you missed your family

Especially when they called and said that they couldn't make it to Family Day. You had had the sneaking suspicion that they were disappointed that you ended up at Greendale, but this seemed to confirm it.

You did your best not to let on how upset you were by brushing it off when you were asked.

"Y/n, how worried should I be about interacting with your parents on a scale of Helicopter Mom to Cougar?"

"Actually, my parents aren't coming to Family Day."

"Oh no, why not?"

"They were just busy. It's fine, I saw them a couple weeks ago. No big deal."

Family day approached and you were actually feeling pretty okay about the situation. Acting like you didn't care had actually made you not care, which you thought at the time was a good thing.

But as you sat in the quad and watched everyone walk around with their relatives, talking and touring, you realized just how upset you really were.

So you left.

You found yourself hunched over your Spanish textbook in the empty study room reading the same sentence over and over and mindlessly writing unhelpful notes that you'd never actually study.

You weren't sure how long you'd been there before you noticed someone looking over your shoulder.

"That's odd, these Spanish notes are in black and white."

"I wasn't in the mood to color code. Plus Abed stole all my pens to make mini lightsabers."

Jeff sat next to you, taking your textbook and notebook and placing them on the other side of the table.

"Look, I know that I spend a lot of time trying to act like I'm older than I am, but I'm still a kid. Know how I know? Because I miss my mom and dad. I was always a little afraid to leave home, so when I had to come here for school, I had to admit that I felt a little relieved to be only an hour away from where I grew up. I felt safer knowing my parents would only be a short car ride away. But now it just feels like they might as well be on the other side of the country. I know they're disappointed I didn't go to an Ivy League or get to go out of state for college, but I wish they'd just get over it and accept it. I have. Why can't they?"

Jeff never considered himself particularly good at the advice thing. Sure, he could talk until hell froze over and manipulate anyone into doing his bidding, but he could never figure out how to make sad people be less sad. You may have been young, but you weren't naive - he knew that.

He saw you now like a younger sibling rather than a jury member or someone he was trying to con. So he decided to speak accordingly.

"People are stupid. Parents are stupid. Greendale may not be Ivy League, but it's something. You could've blown off college and stayed at home where it's safe, but you didn't. You cared enough to pack your stuff, drive sixty minutes away, rob an entire Office Depot, and enroll in the last classes they had available. You did all that because you care. And if they can't see that, then that's on them. I may not know a whole lot about warm, fuzzy, familial relationships, but I do know this: you have a family here at Greendale. A weird, messed up, occasionally problematic family. So screw Family Day. We're a study group. And I wouldn't trade that for the world."

You hadn't expected to tear up, but you did anyway. You said nothing and hugged Jeff, who reluctantly returned it.

"I'll steal your pens back from Abed."

"Thanks."

The rest of the year progressed smoothly. Sure, you guys had your ups and downs of course, but you always found yourselves back in the group study room after class

But that, you supposed, was what a family did.

Author's Note: Can you tell I'm obsessed with Community??? Ugh this was so fun to write, I genuinely love the headcanon format because it's how my brain just functions, so this was really good for me to write to get out of my head for a bit. It's also funny bc this is how it is with my friend group, all of which are in college except for me, so it was fun to draw from some real life experiences. I hope you guys had a lovely week and I hope this makes you smile! Much love 💗🖤

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎 → g. blythe

pairing: gilbert blythe x fem!reader type: fic request: none warnings: mild angst (but mostly fluff)

prompt/trope: "I like you." A mumbles, almost scared to admit. B absently reaches for A's hand on the railing, a smile forming on their lips. "Can we really do this? Nobody must know-" A throws B's hands on their shoulders, pulling them by their waist. "You and I know, and I think that's--that's more than enough, love." (@urfriendlywriter)

summary: when an accidental glance makes y/n's heart race, she's pushed to make a confession to her best friend, gilbert―who, surprisingly, seems open to a confidential agreement. word count: 1845

One glance. That was all it took. Y/n looked up momentarily from her slate, craned her neck ever so slightly to look beside her, and found a pair of hazel eyes already locked on her. In an instant she saw familiar freckles and curly dark hair, and an instant later they were gone. Gilbert's head snapped away the moment Y/n's eyes met his as he struggled desperately to look instantaneously busy in his studies, but Y/n's head stayed up, a crease forming between her brows as she gazed on, trying to work out why exactly Gilbert's eyes had been on her - and, even more, how long?

"Miss Y/l/n!" Mr. Philips snapped from his place at the desk. "Tear your eyes away from Mr. Blythe for once and focus."

A spattering of giggles from the girls and snickers from the boys coursed over the room. The only two who stayed truly silent were Gilbert and Y/n, who kept their eyes fixed intently on their respective slates so as not to draw any more attention to themselves - or to the other. Y/n's cheeks blazed red (as did Gilbert's although she was too afraid to look up and see it).

But it all begged the question, why? Gilbert and Y/n had been close friends from what seemed like the beginning of time. Well, perhaps friends wasn't the best way to describe how they started out. They began as all children do―by bothering each other. He'd pull her hair and she'd chase him around the schoolyard, throwing insults back and forth until they both ran out of breath. It happened so often that, at some point, they almost began to enjoy it. Soon enough they'd find themselves taking the same path to and from school. They'd use that time to bicker as well, not wanting to walk in awkward silence. Then, eventually, their bickering turned to casual conversation, then to enrapturing discussion about anything―reading, school, the goings on of Avonlea.

But they were friends. That was all. So why was Y/n blushing to high heaven over nothing but a momentary glance?

"Miss Y/l/n! Tear your eyes away from Mr. Blythe for once and focus." Y/n replayed the teacher's scolding again and again in her mind as she walked to town hall. Recently she'd been giving her time to help Miss Lind with the annual Christmas play she put on - with Gilbert. The two had long since grown out of participating, so they volunteered to help in other ways. Miss Lind had put Gilbert in charge of the lighting, seeing as he was the only one who could make sense of the queues and contraptions involved in the process. And Gilbert, quipping that he could only truly stand to be around her for hours at a time, elected Y/n to help him.

Until that day, Y/n had looked forward to rehearsal. But now she found her palms beginning to sweat as the town hall neared, despite the snow that was still surrounding her as she walked.

"Y/n!" Miss Lind exclaimed upon the girl's arrival. "Lovely to see you. Gilbert's already in the loft―go on up and see what you can do to help."

Miss Lind knew to phrase her request in such a way because it was common knowledge that Gilbert was the true brains behind the operation, and Y/n was his less knowledgeable but very teachable assistant. Y/n nodded at Miss Lind's request and left her to continue squawking at the young children singing a very off-key rendition of The Twelve Days of Christmas.

Y/n climbed the familiar steps to the upper loft at the back end of the auditorium, feeling her heart race as she did so. She tried with all her might to scold it back to a normal rhythm, but it was no use. All the panic just wormed its way into her mind, her thoughts racing at speeds that were surely unnatural.

Gilbert was indeed already at the loft, close by the railing, tinkering with one of the stands as she tried to raise it a few inches. Y/n stepped quietly so as not to make her presence known immediately, hoping for a few extra seconds to plan how to address him (although she had never quite wondered such a thing before), but her heel brushed a paint can by the landing and caused a great scraping noise that in turn made Gilbert whip around in surprise.

Y/n pursed her lips. "Oops." she muttered.

She heard Gilbert laugh. "Could you stop knocking things over for a moment and help me?" he asked. "I can't quite figure out how this is supposed to work."

"Aren't you supposed to be the expert on lighting?" Y/n quipped, walking over and crouching to look at the light stand from below. "No, no you're doing it wrong―there's a fixture inside that needs to be turned, but it's locked. There should be something on here to unlock it..." she spoke, running her hands along the stand until her fingers grazed a notch. She seized it, pressing tightly until the button depressed, and there was a small click. Immediately the stand began to collapse into itself, lowering at a high speed. Gilbert and Y/n both reached out to stop it and found their hands on top of each other. At once the stand stopped its fall and came to halt, leaving both Gilbert and Y/n breathless.

There was a moment of silence as they both blinked at the stand, making sure it wouldn't fall. Then, Gilbert let out a breath, laughing slightly. "Now who's the expert?" he asked quietly.

Y/n smiled breathlessly back at him, now intently aware of Gilbert's hand atop hers. He froze as well, seemingly noticing the same thing. Y/n's breath hitched. In an instant she removed her hand from the stand and moved away to let Gilbert raise the stand himself. Y/n moved to stand by the railing and looked down upon the rehearsal on the stage. She picked at wood chips on the railing nervously, her hands growing cold.

Gilbert watched her for a moment as she did so before turning back away to fiddle with the light stand. Something gnawed at him as he did so, but he focused on the task ahead of him.

Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek and fiddled with the railing. She couldn't do much about the lighting without Gilbert to instruct her―but she was dead set on not turning around and speaking to him unless absolutely necessary. And, right now, nothing seemed necessary. Not in the slightest.

Finally there was a sigh, and Gilbert moved to stand beside her, placing his own hands on the railing. "What?" he asked lowly.

Y/n didn't meet his eyes, but stared straight ahead of her. "What do you mean?"

"You seem upset." he said gently. "Anything I can do to help?"

Y/n almost laughed at that―Gilbert's not knowing that he was the root cause of all of her worries. "There's nothing you can do, Gilbert. Believe me." she said. "Unless you're up for murdering Mr. Philips?"

"Normally I would say yes, but today I'm feeling like an upstanding citizen. So I guess I'd say...make it look like an accident."

Y/n laughed this time, but a moment later she felt Gilbert take a step closer to her, and her heart beat resumed its incredible pace. She moved away to the other side of the loft almost immediately to try and lower the other stand to meet the other. Gilbert frowned as she moved away.

Y/n lowered the stand with a decisive press, making sure it was level with the one on the other side. Miss Lind was struggling to gather all the actors together on the stage to start from the top of the show, meaning that soon Y/n and Gilbert would be forced into silence as they focused on the show. For Y/n, that couldn't come soon enough.

The show began within the next several minutes, during which Y/n and Gilbert sat in uncomfortable silence as they shuffled around the loft, rearranging things and ensuring everything was in its correct place. Y/n set the light and left it, knowing that she needn't change it for the majority of the show. Gilbert set the other light as well and saw Y/n wander back to the railing, leaning against it and holding onto it so tightly that her knuckles turned white. He frowned.

In a moment, Y/n saw Gilbert lean backward onto the railing beside her out of the corner of her eye and stiffened, gritting her teeth. They stood there for a moment with Gilbert trying to figure out to phrase his approach and Y/n hoping against all hopes that he didn't try to say anything.

But, of course, he did. "I know something is wrong." he whispered.

"Shh," was all Y/n said in response, using the ongoing show in front of them as an excuse to shush him.

Gilbert's frown grew deeper, but he pushed on nonetheless. "Is this about earlier? Because what Mr. Philips said―"

"Shh," she said, more forcefully.

"Y/n." said Gilbert, taking her hand from the railing and holding it in his. Y/n looked down at it, her heart skipping a beat. Gilbert tried to meet her eyes, but she kept them craned down. "Y/n, look at me."

She bit her lip. How could she explain to Gilbert something she didn't fully understand herself?

Slowly, she looked up, worry knitting her brows together.

"Tell me what's wrong." Gilbert pleaded quietly. "Whatever it is, I want to help. I don't like it when...I don't like seeing you upset. So, come on. Talk."

Y/n, overcome with worry, looked away, fixing her eyes on the stage. She had a chance―a chance to do something that had the power to completely upend her and Gilbert's friendship. But she didn't think she could stand regret.

"I like you." Y/n mumbled.

Gilbert absently reached for Y/n's hand on the railing, a smile forming on his lips. Then, in one swift motion, Gilbert moved forward and pressed his lips on hers. Y/n, shocked, nearly jumped out of her skin. But, almost in an instant, she relaxed into his touch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

But a moment later she pulled away, fear worming its way back into her mind. "Can we really do this? Nobody must know―"

Gilbert interrupted her by throwing his hands on her waist, pulling her in. "You and I know, and I think that's―that's more than enough, love."

Y/n smiled, the fear melting away as she looked at Gilbert.

"Hey!" came the shrill voice of Miss Lind. "That's the light cue! What's going on up there?"

"Nothing!" Gilbert and Y/n yelled in unison, scrambling back to their posts on the loft, hiding their smiles.

Author's Note: AHHHHHH MY FIRST FIC!! I've had this one in my head for a while now, but @urfriendlywriter 's prompts just really nailed it into my head that I needed to write it. I've been binging AWAE as school started and...I gotta say...I'm a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes. And the title, inspired by a Hozier song, just fits the vibe of the show so well I love it. But yeah! Enjoy my first fic and send in any and all requests you got!

<3 Gracie

HOUSE OF MIRRORS (PART ONE)

PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE

pairing: rowan laslow x fem!reader warnings: knives, fighting, two people literally trying to unalive each other (enemies to lovers things), rowan has mommy issues lmao, gratuitous sexual tension, possibly ooc rowan? (i've only seen a couple episodes of wednesday)

summary: y/n and rowan have been trying to kill each other since the day they met. on this particular day, things go a bit awry. note: Oh my lord I am down bad for Calum Ross. The reason I watched Wednesday actually was because one of my friends kept sending me Rowan edits and ALLLLLL the captions were some variation of "I bet he whimpers" and you know what? After having watched a couple episodes I feel I agree. So enjoy this, I hope I didn't write Rowan too out of character lol. Also plot? She's not here — again, I've only seen a few episodes of the show itself. Enjoy! Happy holidays!

When Rowan walked into her dorm that day, Y/n had the distinct feeling that only one of them would be leaving. Nevertheless, she closed her book and stood up to greet him. "Rowan," she said with a smirk, "always a pleas—" she was cut off as he used his telekinesis to throw her against the back wall of her dorm. In one swift motion he moved to put his hand around her throat and squeezed — not tight enough to prevent her from speaking, but tight enough to send a warning. She just frowned. "This feels a little unfair, no? You're trying to kill me and I don't even get to know why?"

"Don't worry," he replied, his hand tightening around her throat. "you'll find out soon enough."

"Oh my God," Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes. "Do you take pleasure in acting like every stereotypical movie villain to ever live? I get the whole 'Outcast in a school of outcasts' thing giving you a kind of tragic backstory and a means for empathy, but really, Rowan. This is just not a good color on you."

All that succeeded in doing was pissing him off even more. He shifted as if to grab something, and Y/n saw the silver flash of a knife in his hand.

"Wait!" she shouted, attempting to buy herself more time. "I'm an Outcast too, right?"

At that, Rowan laughed. "You're really going to play that card? Try and make it seem like we're one and the same, you and I? You may not have powers, and that may set you apart, but we are not the same."

At the mention of powers, Y/n's eyebrow quirked up in the same way it did when she realized the teacher had made a mistake during class. And though Rowan's hand was slowly succeeding in cutting off her air supply and he had a knife pointed at her, she smiled. "Oh, Rowan. The thing about powers is that as long as you don't use them when anyone else can see, you can convince the entire world they don't exist."

In an instant, Rowan began to understand what she meant. His grip loosened ever so slightly, and Y/n took the opportunity to suck in a deep breathe, her eyes going dark as she spoke: "Let me go."

He had no choice but to comply. His hand left her throat and he stumbled back a few feet, looking back at her with wide, confused eyes. "You're a charmspeaker?" he asked, bewildered.

"I was trained by one of the best." she shrugged nonchalantly, fixing the cuffs of her shirtsleeve. "So, Rowan, would you like to continue this little game of ours," she pulled a knife from her boot, "or do you surrender?"

Rowan said nothing in response but straightened back up, flipping his knife once in his hand. Y/n sighed. "Oh, baby boy...you made the wrong choice."

He lunged at her then, giving her only a split second to speak. "Stop!"

At once he seemed to freeze in midair, stuck as though he were encased in concrete. He groaned and struggled against her hold and eventually she let up, chuckling to herself. Unfortunately, she gave him enough time to pull out a few tricks of his own. An unseen force threw her against the wall and cut off her air supply so forcefully that it was impossible to speak, much less take in a breath. Her feet dangled a few feet off the ground. If this were in any other context, she might've enjoyed it...

Rowan came at her again with the knife, but she flung out her leg and planted her foot squarely in his chest, sending him stumbling back. That distracted him long enough and she came off from the wall, collapsing onto her hands and knees at the sudden drop. And Rowan, who was nearly at the end of his wit, offered some explanation: "My mother is a Seer, and years ago she predicted you'd be the downfall of Nevermore. You're destined to end the world. Y/n."

Y/n got up, dusting herself off, and quirked her head to the side at his accusation. "Not exactly the destiny I wanted, but it sounds interesting. Do I get a crown?"

Rowan swung at her with his fist, which she dodged skillfully, sweeping a leg under to knock him off balance. He fell to the ground, wheezing, and Y/n's face soon popped over his field of vision. "Poor little Rowan..." she mocked him. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to pull little girl's pigtails?"

Enraged, Rowan grabbed her ankle and pulled, causing Y/n to drop onto the floor hard. He rolled, and suddenly he was on top of her, the silver blade of the knife knicked the thin skin on her lip, opening a cut, and pressed against her throat. "My mother is dead." he said lowly. "And I have to finish what she started."

And while a twinge of guilt pricked at Y/n heart, she pushed it down and refused to let it show. His face was dangerously close to hers, glasses askew, hazel eyes intent on ending her life. "Then quit stalling and make her proud." Y/n hissed. For a split second he hesitated, and her eyes clouded over again. "Too slow. Get up."

He complied immediately. Once again they found themselves standing and facing each other like they had been when he walked in. Except now, Y/n felt that she had the upper hand. "Shut up. Listen to me."

At once, her voice became magnified in his ears and he cringed. He tried to retaliate but found he couldn't speak. Y/n paced before him, perfectly calm and content despite the blood running a small rivulet down her chin. She wiped it away as though it were nothing and cleared her throat. "Now, you said you want to kill me, yes? To avenge your mother and save the world and blah, blah blah...I get it. You have mommy issues. We're all a little screwed up, you know? But killing me...It's not as easy as you think. You want to kill a rat, you have to lure it into a trap first. Corner it. Make it afraid. But I'm not a rat, Rowan — I'm the Queen Bee. And there's only one way to get something from a queen..." she trailed off, fixing him with her opaque dark stare. "Beg."

Rowan dropped to his knees, his hazel eyes looking up at her with a jaded want. She had never seen anything like it. He sighed, almost as if he were relieved to suddenly be so at rest around her. "Please," he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please."

In that moment, Y/n saw Rowan for what he truly was: tired. The weight of a promise he had made to his mother was weighing on him, crushing him, and it likely had been for a while. So much so that begging became the most viable option.

As he knelt before her, the hardened glare melted from Y/n's face. This wasn't a thing she let people see, but Rowan was under charmspeak. He'd go with the image of her compassionate face to the grave if she asked him to. Before she quite knew what she was doing, she stepped forward, his neck craning further and further up to look at her, and she wrapped an arm around him, cradling his head in her arms. And Rowan seemed to melt into her touch, resting his head against her torso as she ran gentle fingers through his hair. "You're not going to kill me." she said quietly, neglecting the charmspeak. "At least, not yet."

She said it because she believed it — he would not kill her. And she would spare his life as well. Because even Queens occasionally show mercy.

She wasn't sure how long she held him before she stooped down to his level, getting on her own knees to face him. She wanted to see her eyes as she spoke so that he would know it was just her — not the charmspeak, not the warrior, not the queen, just her. "You don't want to kill me." she said with a quiet confidence. "And I don't want to kill you. So let's give it a rest, yeah?"

The charmspeak was wearing away and the real Rowan was fading back in, but she stared him dead in the eyes and waited for a response. He didn't speak, but the knife in his hand suddenly clattered to the ground, and she felt they had come to an agreement.

She stood, smoothing out her skirt and sighing. "It's a shame, you know," she said. "I quite liked when you were on top of me. Oh, and slamming me against the wall too. Very nice."

The regular Rowan was fully back in control now and she could see that something had changed. Vulnerability had the power to do that to people — especially when they let other people see it. Y/n nonchalantly opened the door and stood by it with her arms crossed over her chest, waiting for him to leave. He stood, picked up the knife, and fixed his glasses. As he headed for the door she felt some small spark of victory in her chest, but he paused just before leaving for good.

"Nobody gets to kill you but me." he said lowly, pointing the knife at her.

All she did was smile. "I'll send out a memo."

He left then and Y/n shut the door behind him, leaning back against the door and sighing to herself. "Oh, God." she muttered. "I'm in trouble."

Author's Note: Oooooooh boy was this a fun one. I want to write so many more of these actually so maybe I might expand on this story, give our MC a name and a backstory, and maybe write a part two? Let me know what you guys think!

Much love, Gracie

— dating dick grayson

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PAIRING: dick grayson x fem!reader WARNINGS: there is some nsfw content underneath the cut (i labelled it so it can't be missed). there are also mentions of fighting, cuts, bruises, general vigilante stuff. SUMMARY: just some cute (and some spicy) headcanons for dating our beloved nightwing

NOTE: I love writing for this character so much — specifically because I've heard from sooooo many people that my boyfriend looks exactly like him. It actually became such a recurring joke with my friend group that we dressed up as Dick & Barbara Gordon for homecoming. But the resemblance is so uncanny it's actually insane — hence why I love this character so much. I hope you guys enjoy this thing I wrote at three in the morning!!

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Dick is so protective, just as a person. Of family, of friends, and especially of you.

If you're a Titan like him, he's the first to jump to your side in a fight — not because he doesn't think you can handle yourself (he knows you can) but because he can't bear not having you in his eye line during a fight. If something were to happen when his back was turned, he'd never quite be able to get over it.

In the middle of the fight, he's constantly shouting to you, asking if you're okay, if you need help. And after the fight he's the first one to you, asking if you're hurt.

And if you're a civilian and you somehow get caught in the middle of his work? Oh my God this man will lose it. His top priority disappears and is instantly replaced by making sure you're safe and well out of the way of danger.

The 'patching up each other's wounds' trope is strong with Dick

He always wants to know how and why each little cut and bruise got there

❝ Wait, where did this one come from? ❞ ❝ Remember when the guy pulled out all those little throwing knives? ❞ ❝ Ah. ❞

I feel like his love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch — he loves both giving and receiving them.

He'll always pull you aside to tell you he loves you before he goes into a fight.

He'll reassure you with forehead kisses instead of kisses on the lips. They just feel more safe and comforting.

But the ultimate way he makes you feel safe and comfortable is by cuddling. He loooooves cuddling.

Nothing makes him happier than wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight to him. He loves falling asleep that way, tangled up together, because it lets him know that you feel completely safe around him.

He knows he can be an imposing person, so he always does his best to make you and everyone else feel safe around him.

And let's be honest, that man is a giant teddy bear.

But he can be pretty scary when he wants to be.

Like I kind of said earlier, if someone is messing with you, he's the first one to be by your side to defend you

At the end of the day, he loves coming home to you and knowing that you'll be there for him every step of the way.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ nsfw — mentions of hickeys, oral (f & m receiving), praise, roughness, fingering

Dick is a pretty selfless person — he's always concerned about other people, he's a bit of a people pleaser, etc.

Thus I firmly believe he's a giver over a receiver.

They don't call him Dick for nothing—

He also definitely has a praise kink, both for giving praise and receiving it.

His favorite, of course, is calling you a ❝ Good girl ❞ and telling you how well you're doing.

He loves to go down on you. There's nothing he finds more beautiful than looking up at you from in between your legs, seeing your face contorted in pleasure as he brings you over the edge.

He also looooves when you pull his hair. It's a sign that he's doing well at making you feel good. This ties in with the whole praise thing.

He never pressures you into anything and always makes sure to get consent before doing something.

He also loves to wake you up by going down on you. He obviously asked for consent the night before, but he just loves the surprise of it.

Or he'll even just wake you up by pressing kisses to your neck and gently fingering you

It isn't until you're awake and moaning that he'll smirk at you and say good morning.

The auDACITY

And if you want to go down on him? I mean...he won't refuse.

I don't think his initial instinct is to be very vocal, but once he feels perfectly comfortable and safe with you, oh Lord is he vocal.

He's a very gentle person in general, but every once in a while he needs to let off some steam.

You'll come back from a fight and you'll barely have the time to shut the bedroom door before he's pulling you to him and kissing you.

The suit stays ON

He can get a little rough, but he always makes sure that you're okay with what he's doing.

But he loves after care — and he's great at it too

Like I said earlier, he's a cuddler, but if you're both up for it he'll jump in a shower with you

He doesn't normally like to leave marks because he doesn't want the others to start asking questions, but every once in a while he likes giving you a hickey or two.

But he places them strategically on your collarbone, where they'll be just barely hidden by your shirts and revealed by the merest tug on the neckline (and yes he does take advantage of this)

You're a little more enthusiastic about hickeys than he is

Luckily, in his, er, line of work (???) hickeys can more often be explained away as bruises

Like if it ever gets brought up, he just brushes it off.

❝ What's on your neck? ❞ ❝ It's uh, just a bruise. ❞ ❝ Oh. Looks like a hickey. ❞

Dick will just kind of freeze up, caught of guard by the directness of that statement, and you'll just smile and wrap an arm around him, pressing a kiss directly to the so-called ❝ bruise. ❞

HOUSE OF MIRRORS (PART TWO)

PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE

pairing: rowan laslow x fem!reader warnings: once again we have knives, fighting, two people literally trying to unalive each other (enemies to lovers things), fear, at one point someone tries to unalive themselves (please do not read if you are sensitive to that kind of thing), gratuitous sexual tension, possibly ooc rowan? (i've only seen a couple episodes of wednesday)

summary: y/n and rowan have been trying to kill each other since the day they met. on this particular day, rowan finally meets the other guy who's trying to kill her. note: OH MY GOD IT'S PART TWO GUYS. Part one did so unexpectedly well so I decided to sit down and plan some stuff for part two. Theoretically I could write a whole "limited series" type deal on this with an arc and an OC and a plot n all that but I'm not 100% sure I have all the motivation necessary for that haha. Plus I have like two other WIPS going right now, one of which I desperately need to update and the other I need to plan. But anyway! Here's this! Enjoy! word count: 3693

Being at Nevermore was becoming more and more like a lethal game of hide and seek. She'd go about her day as normal, talk to the people in her classes, participate in demonstrations, and then she'd almost be killed by a flying knife as she headed back to her dorm. If there was one good thing she could say about Rowan, it was that he was persistent.

As Y/n walked through the halls of Nevermore that day, she was attempting to untangle her destiny — why was she the one destined to end the world? She wasn't anything special, really. So she could do a couple things that Normies couldn't, but that was the entire population of Nevermore! No one there was strictly normal, so why couldn't the universe have picked another person to take the weight of destruction?

While she ruminated, she felt a pair of eyes on her. She knew that familiar chill of the spine. So she looked up and found exactly who she was expecting: Rowan. They were in a crowded hallway, so there wasn't much he could do in the way of killing her. She liked to smile at him in situations like this, just to confuse him, but something stopped her before she could muster up a grin. Behind Rowan stood a tall, shadowy figure, stretching nearly eight feet tall. It was vaguely human in stature but made entirely of inky black shadow. At the sight of it, Y/n's blood went cold. It had found her. Without so much as a blink, she turned and sprinted down the hallway, nausea creeping up her throat.

As she turned around to see if the figure was following her, she ran into someone hard, sending them both to the ground. She groaned, scrambling for her books. "Sorry," she muttered as she stacked them back in her arms.

The person she had knocked over was Xavier Thorpe, Rowan's roommate. Y/n hurriedly held out a hand to help him up, glancing behind herself every few moments. "No problem," Xavier said as he stood up. He noticed the frantic look in her eyes and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Y/n responded quickly. Too quickly. "Look, um, if Thornhill asks where I am next class, can you tell her that I went to the Infirmary? I'm not feeling well."

Xavier was confused, but he nodded anyway. "Sure."

"Thanks." Y/n said, immediately walking around him and continuing her fast pace down the hallway. Xavier watched her go, still perplexed by her hastiness to get away.

He passed by Rowan in the hallway and noticed that he too was looking after Y/n, his brows twisted up in confusion. "What's up with her?" Xavier asked.

Rowan just shook his head. "No idea."

Y/n had barricaded herself in her dorm room, now glad that she had one all to herself (her last dorm mate had dropped out after one of the carnivorous plants in the greenhouse had nearly taken off her pinky finger). Y/n first took the small pendant off from around her neck and opened the locket to reveal a small mirror no bigger than a slightly above average grape. "Keep a lookout, okay?" she muttered to the mirror. She placed the pendant just inside her door and set to work.

She opened the closet and dragged out her prized possession: an ornate mirror taller than herself, handed down from her grandmother. In the L/n family, all females were given the powers of vitrikinesis, or mirror manipulation. At least most females. Her mother had inherited some sort of mutation that gave her a different kind of power.

The pendant had been passed down for generations, beginning with her great-great-great-great grandmother Alethea, whose soul had been trapped in that one small mirror. She acted as a guardian of sorts for the wearer, which came in handy in any conflict where Y/n mother was involved.

She traced the ornate detailing of the mirror with her finger, then stepped back and closed her eyes, drawing in a breath. When she opened them again, duplicate mirrors lined the walls of her dorm, stretching all the way to the ceiling. Speaking of...

Y/n stood on her bed, stretching her hand as high above her head as she could get it. The moment her fingertips touched the plaster ceiling above her, its entire surface became reflective, and soon enough she could see herself in its image. She jumped down from the bed and was about to begin arming herself, but the pendant suddenly flew from the door into her hands, and a voice reverberated in her head: Someone is coming.

Y/n didn't waste another second before approaching the nearest mirror and stepping inside of it. Immediately she was engulfed in a mirror version of her own room, allowing her to see out but not to be followed or seen by anyone who chose to walk in. Except shadows. The shadows could always see.

Y/n looked down at the small pendant in her hand. "Show me who it is." she whispered. The mirror changed from showing her own face to showing her who stood just outside her door. There was a knock then, and Y/n saw in the mirror hazel eyes behind a pair of glasses. Shit.

She stepped out of the mirrored room. "Go away, Rowan!" she shouted.

"Relax, I'm not here to kill you." he replied.

Y/n scoffed under her breath. "That would be a first." she muttered. Suddenly the pendant rattled in her hand and the voice of Alethea came back: It's coming. You need to hurry.

"This isn't a good time!" Y/n shouted, ready to jump back in the mirror. Alethea's voice came back: It'll kill him too.

Y/n sighed, whispering to the pendant. "Would that really be the worst thing?"

Alethea said nothing back, but that was response enough. Y/n groaned, rolling her eyes. "You are so passive aggressive." she hissed, slipping the pendant back around her neck.

Y/n ran to the door and flung it open to Rowan standing there. Without so much as a hello, she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, sticking her head out the door frame to scan the hallway.

"Y/n?"

"Shut up." she hissed. A cold shudder went down her back and she looked to her right. A black shadow was forming at the opposite end of the hallway. She slammed the door behind her and grabbed Rowan by the arm again. "I don't have time to explain, but we're both in danger. Well, I was in danger, but since you decided to show up unannounced, you are also now in danger — so if you die, I will not be taking the blame." she stopped them in front of one of the many mirrors. "Get in."

Rowan looked at her like she had actually gone insane — which, for the record, he hadn't totally ruled out yet. When he hesitated, Y/n groaned and pushed him as hard as she could. Rowan braced himself to hit the mirror, but instead he fell right through and landed on solid ground. When he opened his eyes he saw the mirrored version of the dorm. "What the hell?" he muttered.

Y/n stepped through the mirror just as Alethea's voice came back: It's here.

Rowan looked up at her. "What's going on?"

Y/n said nothing, shaking her head and pulling him back up to stand. When he tried to protest, she slammed a hand over his mouth and backed him to the wall in between mirrors. All at once, the temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. It had come in.

As Y/n stood with her hand clamped over Rowan's mouth, he saw something he had never seen in her: fear. True, unadulterated terror. There was a low growl from the other side and her eyes squeezed shut, lips pursed as though she was afraid she might accidentally scream. He noticed she was shaking from head to toe.

In the corner of her eye she saw the Shadow as it slowly walked about the room, looking for her. If it chose to step through the mirror, they'd be dead in seconds. She couldn't protect Rowan at that point. Protect Rowan. That was an odd thing for her.

Y/n's knee began to shake so violently that her heel rattled against the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n saw the Shadow turn its head. She sucked in a breath, terrified tears forming in her eyes. She had taken her hand away from Rowan's mouth and now pressed herself against him, trying to take up as little space as possible to prevent them from being seen. Rowan was still too confused to really notice as she buried her head in his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut again to stop herself from crying.

When the Shadow left her line of sight, she looked back up, looking around carefully before fixing her eyes on Rowan. "Stay here," she mouthed to him. After another careful glance in the mirror beside her, she stepped back until she was in the center of the room. Now it knew she was here. "Contritus." she said aloud.

At once, every mirror in the room shattered. Rowan flinched as pieces of glass fell at his feet and all around the room. He looked up to see Y/n holding the pendant she always wore, her brows knit together in terror. "Is it stuck, Alethea?"

He didn't hear a response, but Y/n soon nodded as though she had. "Good." she said. She looked back at Rowan, her cool demeanor slowly returning. "Congratulations, Rowan. You were almost just killed by Shadow, my mother's henchman."

"That thing works for your mother?" he asked, bewildered.

"You're not the only one trying to kill me." she said lowly. "It's trapped on the other side. As long as none of the mirrors in here are intact, it can't get through to us. The only problem is we can't go back. Shadow is a patient guy, too, so it looks like we'll be here for a while."

"What's here?" Rowan asked. "Where are we?"

"A mirror dimension. But it's limited." she crossed the room and opened the front door. Immediately outside it was a reflective wall preventing them from getting through. Y/n knocked on the mirror to show him it was solid. "It's unbreakable. Nothing exists outside of it., so nothing can get in. This is the safest place to be when a Shadow attacks."

After a moment of silence, Rowan spoke: "Vitrikinesis." he said. "You're a mirror manipulator."

Y/n nodded, pacing about the room.

"So how does charmspeak tie in?" he asked.

Y/n frowned. This was just about the first time he had engaged with her and not tried to murder her in the process. It felt weird to tell him things about herself. It felt weird that he wanted to know in the first place. “It's a branch of mirror manipulation. It takes whatever I want someone to do and reflects it back on their mind, making them think it’s something they want to do.”

Rowan nodded, and they lapsed back into silence. As Y/n paced, he noticed she was picking at a hangnail on her thumb. She checked the pendant every few moments, presumably to see if Shadow was still lurking in her dorm. He was still in shock from seeing her look so afraid. He had almost convinced himself that she had no capacity for fear, but this was irrefutable proof of the opposite. He had no idea what Shadow really was or what it could do, but he had the feeling it was much worse than he could imagine.

After a few minutes had passed, Rowan asked the question he had been dying to ask: "Why is your mother trying to kill you?"

Y/n stopped pacing, going completely still. She stared across her at one of the broken mirrors, unblinking. When she finally did speak, her voice was flat and monotone. Unfeeling. "When you said your mother had predicted that my destiny was to end the world...it was like you had confirmed my worst fear, Rowan." she said. "Do you know why I came to Nevermore?"

He shook his head, but, realizing that she was facing away from him and couldn't see him, he responded. "No."

"I came here to escape my mother. Six months ago she had a dream of the world ending — and I was at the center of it all. Believing she had received a vision from the Universe, she discerned that I was going to cause the end of the world, and that the only way to stop it was to kill me. For six months, I ran. But everywhere I went, Shadow followed. Weems was the first person to offer me a safe place to stay and protection. I couldn't pass that up." Y/n paused, biting her lip. "All this time I thought my mother was just crazy. That her powers had finally gotten to her mind and destroyed it. But now...I guess she was right all along. I'm going to end the word in seven days, and I don't even know how I'm going to do it."

Silence followed. Y/n sniffed as quietly as she could. She hated crying, and she hated people seeing it even more. She looked down at her feet and saw a sliver of a broken mirror. She saw her own reflection, her own pale, pitiful face staring back at her, and she picked it up. After a moment she turned and tossed it to Rowan, who caught it carefully so as not to cut his own hand. When he saw what it was, he looked up at Y/n in confusion.

"Go ahead." she said quietly. "I don't want to end the world, Rowan. But I don't want to give my mother the satisfaction of being the one to put a stop to it."

He looked back down at the shard of glass in his hand and suddenly he understood: he was asking him to kill her. After she had skillfully evaded his attempts to do just that for weeks. And even though every voice in his head screamed at him to take the opportunity and just do it, he hesitated.

It felt like cheating.

"Did you hear what I said?" Y/n said after a moment of silence. "Just fucking do it. I don't care if it's fast or slow or painful or just like falling asleep." she said. When he stayed silent again, her lip quivered and tears rushed back to her waterline despite her every attempt to push them away. "Rowan, please."

He shook his head. "No."

Y/n bit the inside of her mouth, rage filling her chest. Her mouth drew up into a sadistic grin. "Fine. I wanted to make this fair, but I guess I'll just have to do this the easy way." she said, and her eyes began to go dark.

Before she could utter a word of charmspeak, Rowan rushed forward, clamping a hand over her mouth. "Don't."

She ripped his hand away, betrayal filling her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you? Isn't this just what you've wanted? Every fucking day I've been here you've been trying to kill me. No matter where I go, someone out there is going to want me dead. I can't escape my destiny, Rowan. The only way out is death. The least you can do is let it be on my own terms."

But still Rowan declined. "I'm not going to kill you, Y/n."

Enraged, she tore the mirror shard out of his hands. "Fine." she said, and held the shard to her own throat. Rowan used his telekinesis to once again tear the shard out of her hand, dragging a cut along her hand. She hissed in pain and turned her head to him, anger filling her eyes. She threw a punch, which he dodged, and then another. When he evaded both, she huffed, realizing she'd have to make herself a new way out. She looked down and suddenly a small square of the floor turned into a mirror. She looked down below and saw her dorm room as though she were standing above the ceiling. After a moment, she jumped down into it, landing atop her bed in a second mirror dimension. Very rarely did she jump from one temporary dimension to another because it was pretty easy to get lost, but she figured that if she planned to die today, it didn't much matter if she got lost or not.

Rowan landed beside her a moment later (which came as a shock, as she hadn't expected him to follow her) and threw an elbow into her throat. She stumbled and fell, and Rowan was once again on top of her, the shard of glass tucked in his hand. She frowned. "Not this again."

"Listen, Y/n, I'm not going to kill you. But if you try to charmspeak me into it, I'll rip your vocal cords out and leave you alive. Got it?"

Y/n just nodded, not trusting herself to speak without her voice wavering. She pushed him away, sitting up and staring at the floor. "This is a weird turn of events."

Rowan sat beside her. "I don't normally have people begging me to kill them."

"I wasn't begging, I was asking. Forcefully."

He laughed slightly. "Okay."

A moment passed between them in silence before Y/n spoke again. "Rowan, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"You can use telekinesis to choke people without touching them." she said. When he looked at her in confusion, she explained, "I looked it up in the library." she admitted sheepishly. "So why do you always use your hand when you're trying to kill me?"

He hadn't been prepared for that question. "O-Oh, um..." he trailed off.

"I know better than to ask if you have a crush on me, seeing as you've been trying to end my life for nearly a month. Happy three week anniversary of the first time you tried to murder me, by the way. I would've gotten you a gift, but I haven't exactly had time to browse the shops in Jericho."

He smiled at that, scanning the way she still picked at the hangnail on her thumb. The closer he looked, he realized she had hangnails on nearly every finger. Her fingers looked like they had been picked to bloody shreds. The guilt began to seep in. "For the record, I'm not usually a murderous lunatic."

"Could've fooled me." she said as she flopped back to stare at the ceiling, not bothering to disguise the bitterness in her voice. "You didn't exactly make a good first impression. Or a good any impression."

"I know." he admitted. "I don't suppose it would help if I said I'm sorry."

"It might, but it depends."

"On what?"

She sat up, meeting his eyes. "How do I know you're not going to turn around and try to kill me the second I'm safe from Shadow?"

He paused. "You'd have to trust me." he said finally. She laughed bitterly, rolling her eyes in irritation. He continued, "I'm the one who just stopped you from killing yourself, remember? I had my shot and I didn't take it. You don't think that counts for something?"

"I'm not sure when it comes to you. You haven't exactly given me any reasons to give you the benefit of the doubt, Rowan."

She had him there. He sighed, "I'll make you a deal."

Y/n looked up, brows knit together in confusion. He continued, "You're destined to end the world in seven days. I'll give you six of them. I'll help you try and figure out how to stop it, but if in six days from now you still don't know how to save the world, I promise you, you'll be dead before you can cause any damage."

The confused look slowly melted away, and he saw something he could almost call gratitude. "Thank you." she said. Then, her head cocked sideways like she was hearing someone speak, and she let out a small sigh of relief. "Shadow's gone. I guess he got impatient."

She got up to stand on her bed and, after taking a few test jumps, leapt through the mirror in the ceiling. Rowan followed, and by the time he got up to the first mirror dimension, she was already fixing the broken mirrors with a wave of her hand. They stepped back through and were once again in her dorm, which had been left untouched. With another wave of her hand, all the mirrors disappeared (save for the one original) and the ceiling returned to plaster.

Once the room was back to normal, she spun and turned to him. "Why did you come after me?" she asked.

To that, he shrugged. "You looked upset."

"And you're the caring, compassionate type?" she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Not that you ever gave me the chance to show it."

She squinted at him. "Fair enough." she said monotonously. "So, we'll start tomorrow — I'd like to figure out how I end the world so that I can not end the world and maybe live to be of legal age to know what Fireball tastes like."

Rowan laughed quietly. "You're kinda funny sometimes, you know that?"

She hid a smile. "Not that you ever gave me the chance to show it."

Without another word, Y/n walked to the door and opened it. "Now get out. I still don't trust you."

Rowan nodded, heading for the door. "I had a feeling."

"Hey," Y/n said, grabbing his arm to stop him before he could leave. "No one gets to kill me but you, okay?"

"Okay." Rowan confirmed. Y/n shut the door behind him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I hate this school."

Author's Note: HI HI HERE'S PART TWO! I feel like I could literally write a whole short story off of this and like,,, maybe I will? I was thinking of the name Ani Edwards for the MC, so let me know what you guys think of that! I also changed the title because I felt like this one fit nicer with the theme of the story. Of course I have to tag @ourgoddessathena for the post about mirror manipulation that inspired this character's power — I hope you enjoy how I used it in this fic. Much love to everyone!!

i just wanted to say the tyler galpin fic was so cute 🖤 i like that you can tell the reader and wednesday apart (personality wise) but the reader is still clearly an addams! i think some fics that are like “sister/sibling of wednesday” forget that hahaha keep up the good work :)

OH MY GOSH this message was absolutely the best way to start my day omg. Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it!