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promise me this - chapter 6
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Gotham: Present Day
Jason tears open the shiny packaging of his new phone, taking extra time to read all the fine print.
“Who the hell needs all this extra shit?”
You laugh, your voice a bit crackly in his old shitty flip phone that’s balanced between his ear and shoulder. “People in the 20th Century.”
“I can’t believe you made me upgrade my phone.”
“I can’t make you do anything. But you needed an upgrade. I don’t even understand how a phone from when you were 13 even works and I’m not calling your burner phones and memorizing a thousand numbers. Plus I wanna see your stupid ugly face.”
He laughs and powers on the new phone, moving with all the technological expertise of an 80 year old man. “Very nice. And for your information you can and do make me do things all the time.”
“Whatever, you’ll live. One day you’ll finally admit I’m smarter.”
He goes through the rest of the process painstakingly slowly until finally Old Man Todd manages to create your contact (as well as a few other essentials at your prompting like his father and brothers) and learn FaceTime.
He hangs up on his abomination of an old phone and props the new one up against a random candle (probably yours) on his counter. He looks at himself in the camera reflection for longer than he’d ever admit, taking a moment to fluff his hair and check his teeth, vaguely yellowed from years of cigarettes, coffee, and beer. God, you kiss this mouth? You’re a saint.
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I'm back!! My university is officially out for the summer so I'm back writing frequently as emerald_lotus!
Here is chapter 6 of promise me this and chapter 3 of Ditto!
IT'S FINALLY HERE! Ditto- Chapter 2
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“So… you’re a superhero.”
The second Tim hears his voice, he lets out a deep sigh, setting down his bagel. He’s been trying his best to avoid Kon but despite how big this house is, that asshole is everywhere.
“Yeah.” He shrugs and starts to put away the cream cheese in the fridge. “So are you.”
Kon chuckles, trying to scoot closer and get Tim to look him in his eyes. Tim refuses. “You didn’t think this was something to mention when we were…” Kon lets out a cheeky little whistle and raises his eyebrows in that same stupid way Bart does when he’s being facetious.
“Why would I?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Oh great argument, Einstein.”
“You’re a little prickly, Rob. Tense, even.” He tries to rub a hand over Tim’s shoulder but he swats it away. “Ouch. That’s harsh. If I remember correctly, you liked my method of stress relief.”
Tim whips around and jabs a finger into Kon’s chest, voice coming out as a hiss. “Shut up! Are you an idiot? Don’t bring that up here!”
“Oh please, don’t tell me no one knows you’re gay.”
Tim rolls his eyes. “I don’t know what the hell that’s supposed to mean but that’s not the point. No one needs to know about our incident.”
“Incident? Why are you talking about it like a kid who wet the bed?”
Tim shrugs. “Equally embarrassing.”
“Ah.” Kon scoffs bitterly. “So I'm your dirty secret.”
“I know you’re saying that like it’s something cute and sexy but you are a dirty secret. It’s not a compliment.”
Kon laughs. “God, you’re stuck up.”
“I am not stuck up.”
“You totally are.”
“I’m just trying to be semi-professional which apparently you’re incapable of.” Tim turns on his heel and walks away.
“I’m just trying to clear the air, Rob. I wouldn't want you to be so hung up on me it gets in the way of your leadership.”
Tim stops. God, that asshole knows how to get under his skin.
“I am not hung up because it didn’t mean anything. Just do us both a favor and keep your mouth shut.”
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Spoiler alert, Kon does NOT keep his mouth shut.
After SO many requests, I have finally released chapter 2 of my TimKon fic, Ditto. No I do not have any plans for future chapters so feel free to comment or send in asks about it! I love to here from you all.
Enjoy!
Ditto Chapter 2
Okay! Okay! I have been harangued enough! I hear you all loud and clear, Chapter 2 of Ditto is coming!
Good evening my loyal subjects, since the Jason fic is (completely late) and finishing soon, I want to know what you all would like to see next?
What is the next fic you want to see from emeraldlotus?
Booster Gold x Reader fic
DamiJon fic
Continuation of Ditto (TimKon)
NEW TIMKON
Hello, my loyal subjects!! Life has been insane lately (my computer broke and my family is literally going insane) but computer has been fixed and we're back!
I will be working this week to finish up the Jason Todd series but for now, take this TimKon work as a peace offering!😸😸
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"You realize this is a gay bar, don’t you?” Bart shouts over the music that rattles the walls around them.
“It’s San Francisco, Bartholomew. They’re all gay bars.”
“Tch. You know I hate when you call me that.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Tim smiles, tip of his tongue smoothing over his sharp canine as he retrieves their drinks from the bartender with a sly wink.
What an asshole.
Bart grabs his own drink and gulps it back. It’s not like he can get drunk anyway, but if it’s on a Wayne’s tab? He can sure as hell try.
Tim surveys the crowded scene, blue eyes looking a bit sharper under the glow of pink and purple that flashes from the lights above. It’s the usual scene. Hot and sweaty.
He knows he’s a decent dancer but he has found that guys think it’s much more charming when it seems like they wrangled you onto the dance floor. Like they’re special.
They’re not.
The cold glass hits his lips and the liquor is sipped down in a slow, burning stream.
And of course, that’s when he locks eyes with him.
Him.
Who the hell is that guy?
Tall, dark, and handsome doesn’t even begin to describe it. He’s got these facial piercings that are shining like headlights into Tim’s weak little eyes. And if that’s not bad enough, he’s got the sexy olive skin and a mess of dark curls he’d love to give a sharp tug.
He’s having a wild time with some girl, hand half up her dress, grinding behind her like they’re not in public. It’s vulgar. Inappropriate, even.
And it’s really turning Tim on.
Then mystery man looks up, locks eyes with Tim, and gives him a wink.
What an asshole.
It’s like he’s enjoying the little show, because his movements against this girl have only gotten harder, slower. He’s leaving these sloppy kisses down her neck that must be good by how far gone she looks. But it doesn’t matter. Because mystery man is only looking at Tim.
And Tim is only looking at him.
Who knows where Bart is? He’s a cute little guy, he has no trouble getting attention in places like this. Tim hasn’t been paying attention to him for a while. Not when he’s having the sexiest staring contest in history with this man.
He’s usually the seducer, not the seduced. He just can’t pull himself away. He’s so mesmerized, so weak.
It’s like this man is like…
Kryptonite.
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promise me this chapter 3
Hello my loyal subjects!! I know we have been delayed in the promise me this release schedule and I'm very sorry. In my defense, I literally broke my computer screen to shit AND have midterms coming up. But hopefully we'll be back on track soon. For now, here is chapter 3!!
You did a great job picking out your dress. You’d asked him for his advice on something nice but not too attention grabby for a wedding and he was basically no help because: 1.) Who cares about fashion? And 2.) He was fucking up a Big Belly Burger while you asked so obviously his attention was elsewhere.
But damn, you look good. You always do though, even when you insist your hair’s a mess or you think you look fat or greasy or whatever other stupid girl complaint. You’ll always be perfect to him.
How amazing would you look walking down the aisle, huh?
You’d probably be such a good wife too. So doting and kind and funny and pretty and-
God Todd, not you too. Get a fucking grip! Weddings are scrambling your brain.
The ceremony ends and there’s lots of cheering and celebrations as the crowd makes its way to the event hall where the party will start and what Jason really came here for.
Booze, booze, and more booze.
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promise me this chapter 2
Gotham, 2010
“Hey kid! Stop right there! Thief!” The shopkeeper shouts after Jason as he sprints through the streets of Gotham, slicing through the crowds like a hot knife through butter.
His torn up shoes splash in the muddy puddles in his path and the rain makes his clothes stick to him like a second skin. He jumps up on the fire escape, maneuvering his way around to the window of his and his mother’s dingy apartment. He shakes out his hair and creeps through the apartment, trying his hardest not to wake her and avoid the typical wrath that follows her benders.
“Jason!”
His shoulders fall in defeat. “Damn it. Yeah Ma?”
“What do you have there?”
“I just got some food. Bread, cheese, a few apples.”
“Lemme see.”
Jason hesitates, debating whether or not he really wants to share but he knows better than to argue with her. Suddenly his feet are two anvils, scraping the floor as he drags himself to the stained couch she’s sprawled across.
By the time she’s finished, Jason’s only left with a single apple and half a baguette.
His stomach growls painfully and he slips out the apartment window, back onto the fire escape, taking in a deep breath of the rainy Gotham air.
The city has always had a certain smell to it. Most people who aren’t from Gotham don’t notice or just don’t care, but when you spend your life on these streets, you get to know every note. The fresh dew from the constant rain, the faint smokiness from the fires that line alleyways and bridge communities of the unhoused. And that hint of sweetness, that tiny speck of color hidden under the sepia of it all, found in the azaleas that bloom on the bushes in the spring if you’re really lucky. It’s such a unique scent.
It’s Gotham.
There’s a rattle from the railing above him and he squints, carefully peeking up to find the source of the noise. When he doesn’t, he creeps up the ladder, too curious not to. He expects to find an animal or maybe even some garbage someone tossed out but instead he finds a girl.
You.
Chapter 2 of promise me this releases tonight @ 7!!
TW: mentions of child abuse, overdose, and implied CSA
PSA!!
bruh I don't know why but scammers have been everywhere lately here on tumblr and on ao3. What I mostly get is people trying to fake commissions but recently I've gotten a few that make wild accusations about the content of my work and about my character and personal life. Typically I delete things like this but if any of you ever see things like that, do not hesitate to comment or reach out and let me know and please understand that it is all false. I am not a criminal lol, I'm just a teenage girl. Please be safe on the internet my loyal subjects, I love you!!
A new series has arrived!!
Promise me This (Jason Todd x F!Reader)
angst
childhood friends to lovers
mutual pining
eventual smut
YEARNING
heartbreak
eventual happy ending
no use of y/n
did I mention smut?😏
Summary:
Jason has succumbed to the classic trap: falling in love with his best friend. After a childhood on the streets of Gotham together and an incredibly fucked up life, he only falls deeper and harder until it's time to finally do something. But life keeps getting in the way and he has to decide what he’s willing to give up to be with her.
Chapters will be dropping every Thursday @ 7 (ish) starting today!
the fic!
Break Room (Waterboy x F!Reader smut)
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The bell to the shop rings, a faint noise in the back of your mind. After two years on the job, you hardly even look up at the sound anymore. It’s all just background noise. The steady thrum of the slushie machine, the beeps and honks of the cars on the nearby streets, and the quiet smacking of your gum as you fill out your sudoku.
But the little sloshing footsteps are what catch your attention.
You know that sound.
You smile to yourself and look up, catching sight of that familiar bright blue suit and wet footprints on the linoleum floor.
He tries not to go straight to you, instead heading for the back freezer and seeming suddenly fascinated by the ice cream, but you can feel him peeking up at you.
“A-after- good afternoon, m-ma’am.” He mumbles awkwardly.
You look up through your lashes at him. “Hi, Herman.”
His face immediately turns pink and he looks away again. He always reacts like that when you say his name which you never understood since he’s the one who told you it. He always has on that smudged name tag and you couldn’t quite read it so he told you.
Well, after a full minute of stammering about him and his job and his grandma he told you.
He finally grabs a random tub of strawberry ice cream and walks it over to the counter.
You smile and ring it up. “Ooh nice, strawberry. My favorite.”
He grins, feeling immensely proud that he managed to pick an ice cream you like. Not that it matters. But for him it does.
“Y-yes, straw-straw-strawberry is good flavor, a very good flavor. I like it a-uh-a lot.”
You look up at him, making intense eye contact while he speaks. You always do that. It’s so overwhelming, his stammer is bad enough but when there are big pretty eyes boring into his face while he’s trying to speak it’s a thousand times worse.
He thinks about those eyes a lot. A lot. Especially when…
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The rush of the showerhead is loud but not nearly as loud as Herman’s whines. His spindly hand is wrapped around his long swollen cock, tugging desperately while his head is rested against the glass of the shower door.
“Oh-oh god. Please. Look at me. Talk to me.”
His free arm rests against the door above him, his whole lanky body trembling in anticipation as he pumps himself.
“Fuck, please. Please. Oh god, please. I need you. I need- AH!”
He lets out a pathetic sob as his cum splatters against the glass. He’s incredibly well hydrated for obvious reasons so he’s got a lot of load to shoot when the time comes. And thinking about you? Let’s just say the time comes often.
Like in the sink right after he left the shower.
Or against his mattress in bed.
Or even in his car as he stared at you from his car before he walked in today.
You’re just so so pretty and he is so so weak.
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Herman bites the inside of his cheek, trying to will himself to not think about the memory or all the depraved thoughts he’s been having about you all day, every day if he’s completely honest.
You notice his weary expression.
“Herman? Is everything okay?”
He nods quickly, “yes! Y-yes, very good. All very okay- g-good. Yes.”
You smile a bit and chuckle. “Okay whatever you say.”
He gulps, unfortunately looking down at your lips.
Throb.
Oh fuck. That was a mistake. The cold wet fabric of this suit is doing nothing to prevent the growing-
Throb.
problem in his pants. He squeezes his legs together, desperately trying to will it away.
Don’t get a boner. Don’t get a boner. Don’t get a-
“Herman?”
He snaps his eyes open, staring at you with an expression that’s nothing short of panic.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes I- n-no- no I did not. H-hear, I um- no.”
“The total is 7.04.”
He nods, scrambling for his wallet while trying to ignore the little coffee stain you got in your uniform, the tight white top stretched over your tits like two watermelons stuffed into a tube sock.
He wants to take a nap on them. They’re probably so soft.
Throb.
There’s no mistaking it now. There is a huge tent in his suit now and he’s having a very hard time ignoring it.
He tries to slouch, hiding his little transgression from your eyes while he hands you a ten dollar bill.
You open the register, count out his change and hand it to him.
A quarter clatters to the floor accidentally.
Before he can stop you, you’ve looked down. And there it is.
8 inches of Herman straining against the sopping wet spandex of his suit.
Jesus.
You look back up at him and he almost looks like he’s about to burst into tears.
“I-it’s not- I didn’t mean-um- my- I-I’m sorry.”
You shake your head, blushing a little bit and still stealing peeks at him despite yourself.
“It’s okay.”
“I-I’m very s-sorry.”
“Why are you uh…” you nod down towards his boner.
He stares at you helplessly, debating in his head whether or not he should just bolt out the door.
“You um- you’re just very pretty.”
“I… am?”
Herman nods shyly.
You look back down at the bulge.
Waterboy is kinda packing.
“Is it bothering you?”
He nods again.
“Y’know… I haven’t taken my break yet.”
Herman’s heart pounds in his chest, blood rushing down to the very cock that’s already threatening to rip through his suit.
Your eyes flick to the door, out at the empty gas pumps, then back to him.
You grin.
This’ll be fun.
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The highly requested Waterboy fic is here!!! The full fic drops tonight at 8 on ao3 @ emerald_lotus, but for now here is a taste.
full fic up now!!
Break Room
Break Room (Waterboy x F!Reader smut)
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The bell to the shop rings, a faint noise in the back of your mind. After two years on the job, you hardly even look up at the sound anymore. It’s all just background noise. The steady thrum of the slushie machine, the beeps and honks of the cars on the nearby streets, and the quiet smacking of your gum as you fill out your sudoku.
But the little sloshing footsteps are what catch your attention.
You know that sound.
You smile to yourself and look up, catching sight of that familiar bright blue suit and wet footprints on the linoleum floor.
He tries not to go straight to you, instead heading for the back freezer and seeming suddenly fascinated by the ice cream, but you can feel him peeking up at you.
“A-after- good afternoon, m-ma’am.” He mumbles awkwardly.
You look up through your lashes at him. “Hi, Herman.”
His face immediately turns pink and he looks away again. He always reacts like that when you say his name which you never understood since he’s the one who told you it. He always has on that smudged name tag and you couldn’t quite read it so he told you.
Well, after a full minute of stammering about him and his job and his grandma he told you.
He finally grabs a random tub of strawberry ice cream and walks it over to the counter.
You smile and ring it up. “Ooh nice, strawberry. My favorite.”
He grins, feeling immensely proud that he managed to pick an ice cream you like. Not that it matters. But for him it does.
“Y-yes, straw-straw-strawberry is good flavor, a very good flavor. I like it a-uh-a lot.”
You look up at him, making intense eye contact while he speaks. You always do that. It’s so overwhelming, his stammer is bad enough but when there are big pretty eyes boring into his face while he’s trying to speak it’s a thousand times worse.
He thinks about those eyes a lot. A lot. Especially when…
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The rush of the showerhead is loud but not nearly as loud as Herman’s whines. His spindly hand is wrapped around his long swollen cock, tugging desperately while his head is rested against the glass of the shower door.
“Oh-oh god. Please. Look at me. Talk to me.”
His free arm rests against the door above him, his whole lanky body trembling in anticipation as he pumps himself.
“Fuck, please. Please. Oh god, please. I need you. I need- AH!”
He lets out a pathetic sob as his cum splatters against the glass. He’s incredibly well hydrated for obvious reasons so he’s got a lot of load to shoot when the time comes. And thinking about you? Let’s just say the time comes often.
Like in the sink right after he left the shower.
Or against his mattress in bed.
Or even in his car as he stared at you from his car before he walked in today.
You’re just so so pretty and he is so so weak.
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Herman bites the inside of his cheek, trying to will himself to not think about the memory or all the depraved thoughts he’s been having about you all day, every day if he’s completely honest.
You notice his weary expression.
“Herman? Is everything okay?”
He nods quickly, “yes! Y-yes, very good. All very okay- g-good. Yes.”
You smile a bit and chuckle. “Okay whatever you say.”
He gulps, unfortunately looking down at your lips.
Throb.
Oh fuck. That was a mistake. The cold wet fabric of this suit is doing nothing to prevent the growing-
Throb.
problem in his pants. He squeezes his legs together, desperately trying to will it away.
Don’t get a boner. Don’t get a boner. Don’t get a-
“Herman?”
He snaps his eyes open, staring at you with an expression that’s nothing short of panic.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yes I- n-no- no I did not. H-hear, I um- no.”
“The total is 7.04.”
He nods, scrambling for his wallet while trying to ignore the little coffee stain you got in your uniform, the tight white top stretched over your tits like two watermelons stuffed into a tube sock.
He wants to take a nap on them. They’re probably so soft.
Throb.
There’s no mistaking it now. There is a huge tent in his suit now and he’s having a very hard time ignoring it.
He tries to slouch, hiding his little transgression from your eyes while he hands you a ten dollar bill.
You open the register, count out his change and hand it to him.
A quarter clatters to the floor accidentally.
Before he can stop you, you’ve looked down. And there it is.
8 inches of Herman straining against the sopping wet spandex of his suit.
Jesus.
You look back up at him and he almost looks like he’s about to burst into tears.
“I-it’s not- I didn’t mean-um- my- I-I’m sorry.”
You shake your head, blushing a little bit and still stealing peeks at him despite yourself.
“It’s okay.”
“I-I’m very s-sorry.”
“Why are you uh…” you nod down towards his boner.
He stares at you helplessly, debating in his head whether or not he should just bolt out the door.
“You um- you’re just very pretty.”
“I… am?”
Herman nods shyly.
You look back down at the bulge.
Waterboy is kinda packing.
“Is it bothering you?”
He nods again.
“Y’know… I haven’t taken my break yet.”
Herman’s heart pounds in his chest, blood rushing down to the very cock that’s already threatening to rip through his suit.
Your eyes flick to the door, out at the empty gas pumps, then back to him.
You grin.
This’ll be fun.
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The highly requested Waterboy fic is here!!! The full fic drops tonight at 8 on ao3 @ emerald_lotus, but for now here is a taste.
I just had someone send in a request and say greetings from Germany, I did NOT think my work was reaching other countries hello??
BUT GREETINGS BACK IDK YOU BUT I LOVE YOU DEARLY
I’ve heard your demands my subjects and we have started drafting!
have you started the booster gold series? are we getting it soon?? 🤓🤓
in my mind it's started. On the page? Ermm...
This is so late but I loved your holiday mini series so much! The booster gold secret relationship smut was definitely my favorite. Happy late holidays and happy late new year
YAYYY HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO U TOO!!! I loved seeing your reblogs😝
Booster was definitely like top 5 for me along with Stephanie Brown
the people yearn for waterboy smut!
IF THE PEOPLE WANT IT, I MUST PROVIDE