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collectingsparechangemadeeasy1 · 1 year

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Diary Entries of Ozpin Valiant

So I wanted to do these little “interlude” type things, just snippets into the thoughts and feeling and past of Oz! Hope you enjoy!

To begin, my name is Ozpin Valiant. I am writing in this diary for my sake and my sake alone. My friend Glynda has told me to write in this and to be honest. I trust her, she is a good person. Took a heartless wretch like me in. Now let’s see… where to start?

I was born in Vacuo, December 24, 1989. Today's date is April 12, 2015 and I live in the city and country of Vale. I am currently 28 years of age and I have a 1 year old son named Oscar.

Well he’s not MY son. He’s the son of my sister, my best friend a very good friend. They died last year. I miss her. I can’t say the name yet. Or even look at it. It’s… too raw. Sorry Glynda, you’ll have to forgive me for that. Maybe one day but… not yet. Gods… She was so young, Oscar was barely a month old when she died… How unfair is that? A decent person like her should die, but some horrible old sack oh shit like me lives? How cruel destiny can be…

Anyways!

I am living with my friend Glynda! She and I were very close as children, but when I started trying dust… she and I got into a huge fight. I regret it now, regret trying those blasted drugs, regret screaming at her, leaving my mother… She’s dead now. My mother is dead and I didn’t even know. How horrible is that? That she and I used to be so close, she was my best friend, I was her world and… I didn’t even go to her funeral. I didn’t even know there was a funeral!

Glynda said she’d take me to the grave another time. I don’t know if I’m ready. I broke that woman's heart when I left her home. I feel so awful… she deserved a better son than me. One who would have been by her side, held her hand as she left this world… Maybe I’ll see her ghost! That’s not uncommon and she was a pretty strong magic user! They usually have ghosts!

Journal Entry #2 Ozpin Valiant

Date December 25, 2015

I really gave this up quickly. Of course things have been a bit… Well, no. They haven’t been hectic, I just didn’t want to write. Honesty and all that, right? Well, things have changed a bit! I’m helping Glynda in her shop more! Potions aren’t my strong suit, but she lets me help with the simple stuff, and I’m very good at finding ingredients! Living on a farm will do that!

I wonder how my brothers are, and my fathers. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them. I suppose I should put their names down for posterity's sake. Heh, have you ever noticed how close that word is to posterior? Posterity, posterior? Ha! I am such a child… Anywhosles!

My brothers are as follows. The oldest Ozma Valiant, he is 2 years older than me and should be 31! Ha! He’s old.

I miss him.

The other brother is the second oldest! Which yes. Means I’m the baby. If you couldn’t tell already. His name is Ozmund Valiant, but everyone calls him Diggs! It’s a childhood nickname, since he used to be obsessed with digging holes when we were little. He should be 30 now. Actually that reminds me!

I’m officially 29 years old as of yesterday! Happy belated birthday! I didn’t really do anything, I haven’t really celebrated my birthday in a long time. But it was nice spending the day with Glynda and Oscar. Oscar is growing so much everyday it’s incredible! He took his first steps a week ago! I’m so proud of him! He was trying to walk to me for a hug and I will admit, I cried. A lot. Glynda teased me for being a crybaby, but I saw her eyes! They were misty!

But back to the topic at hand! My fathers! Ozymandias and Ambrosius Valiant!

Dad, aka Mandy, as he usually prefers to be called, is 40 years older than me, which makes me 69 this year. Nice. I’m sure Papa loves teasing him about that, he always had the silliest sense of humor.

Papa, aka Amby, as he hates being referred to so we do it all the time, is 37 years older than me, which would make him 66 years old by now! Bet he doesn’t look it though, that man doesn’t age I swear. I’ve known him since the day I was born and I swear he hasn’t gotten a single gray hair or wrinkle in all that time! Not one!

I haven’t seen them in years. I didn’t realize how much I missed them. I tried not to think about them after I ran away, I was so dumb back then, but I was only 17…

Maybe I should talk to them again…

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leelee10898 · 5 years

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Fast cars & Freedom: Drunk last night (7/?)

Summary: The gang celebrates a very Belated birthday for Ellie. A little alcohol makes some secrets come out. And ellie drops a bomb on one of the guys.

Pairing: Ellie x Logan, Ellie x Colt

Rating: Mature

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Over the next couple weeks Ellie and Luca spent A lot of time with both colt and Logan together and separate. Each forming a Bond with her. She knew both men wanted to have some kind of role in her life, as dad or an uncle. They decided to schedule the Paternity test, all 3 ready to know. Luca had a month left before school started, Ellie was adamant about showing here around parts of California, places that meant something to her growing up there. Logan planned for them to a race, see the track and meet the drivers. Colt planned a barbecue at his house for them, and so that Luca could meet Toby and ximena. And all 4 of them were going to the san diego zoo.

It was a Wednesday night, Ellie and Riya had their reoccurring girls night with Luca, while Darius kept Marcus. They would have dinner, paint nails and once Luca went to bed talk about everything they couldn't in front of the kids. On this particular night Riya was acting odd, constantly looking out the windows checking her phone. Ellie started to have a panic attack, the feeling took her back to running from the brotherhood. The doorbell rang, making her damn near jump out of her skin.

She walked over to the door with a shaky hand she turned the knob to see a girl standing there. “Stacie? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Ellie threw her arms around the girl “I just moved here about two weeks ago and Riya invited me over. Ellie eyed her best friend “What are you up to?” Riya shrugged “Oh nothing. Ok don't get mad.” Ellie threw her hands up in the air “Oh god, what did you do now?”

“Don't get mad at me,” Stacie interrupted “I was talking to Riya about your birthday, and how you haven't celebrated one in 6 years.”

Riya stepped in “So we want to go out and celebrate your birthday a few months late. This Friday night.” Ellie grinned “You guys really?” she hugged them both “But I can't. I have Luca.” Riya shook her head “Nope. Already taken care of. Your dad is keeping Luca. My parents are in, they are keeping Marcus for Dare and I.”

This would be the first birthday that she got to celebrate since she turned 18. Back when the path of her life took a sharp left. They spent the rest of their night chatting before the two women headed home.

That Friday night Ellie, Stacie, Riya and Marcus walked into the hopping club, they were lead back to a private area where Logan stood a broad smile on his face. “Happy birthday, Troublemaker.” He pulled her into a huge, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “Logan, you know its not really my birthday.”

“I know. But, we're making up for lost time. Just go with it.”

“Logan, you already know Darius and riya,” they said their hellos. “This is my friend Stacie from Langston.” stacie reached her hand out, Logan shook it “So you must be the notorious Logan I've heard so much about.” Logan cocked his brow at Ellie. “Hopefully all good things.” he smirked.

Ellie watched the interaction between the two, a hint of jealousy twinged in her chest.

Her eyes locked with a set of Dark ones standing at the VIP entrance. “Colt?”

“Dont look so surprised, Riya invited us.” She gave him a confused look just as Ximena and Toby came in. “You guys all came?” She grinned, she was excited to hang out with them and then she spotted someone standing off to the side. “Mona? Is that mona?” Colt shook his head. “Oh my God what are you doing here?” she wrapped her in a hug. “Good to see you too.” she could see a small smile threaten to break through her tough girl demeanor.

They all sat around the huge plush couches, a waitress bringing their drinks over. She found out Mona had gotten out of jail after spending 2 years in there. She headed east, but couldn't find a crew to settle in with. She came back to California and Colt gave her a job. After a few drinks ellie was feeling pretty giggly. She never drank more then a ritual cup of wine or two after a long week, or a particularly rough day. Colt looked over at her as she downed another shot. “You should probably slow down, you're gonna end up getting sick.” she rolled her eyes. “I'm fine thanks.”

Riya and Darius were off on the dance floor, Toby and colt were talking by the bar.“Is that bothering you?” Mona motioned to where Logan was talking to stacie. “No. Yes. I don't know.” Ellie sighed. “Feels like the old day, huh X.” Mona let out a loud chuckle. “How so?” Ellie furrowed her brow. “Oh sweetie, you're staring at Logan while Colt cant take his eyes off of you.” Ximena placed a comforting hand on her. “Colts not starting. Hes talking to Toby.”

She motioned to the two seemingly deep in conversation. “He may be talking. but his focus is on you.”

Ellie flicked her eyes up momentarily, sure enough locking with his deep browns. She could feel the heat filling her cheeks. “I need another drink.” she motioned for the waitress.

After a few drinks she decided to walk up to the bar where Colt had seemingly taken up residency. “So what, you just gonna ignore me all night?” her words came out with much more attitude than anticipated. Colt arched his brow “I'm not ignoring you.” Ellie slid up next to him, her side pressed against his. She placed her hands on the bar as if she were holding herself up and cocked her head to the sidez a mischievous smirk spread across her face. “What are you up to?” Colt cocked his brow at her. “Noooothing.” She giggled as she bit her lower lip. “ What do you say we sneak off to the bathroom and, you know.” She gently rubbed his arm. “Ellie..”

“Is something wrong? You don't. You don't want me?” her bottom lip began to quiver. “God No. No. Its not that. Its,” He ran his hand down his face “Jesus I cant believe im about to say this but. Ellie you're pretty drunk. And as much as I would love nothing to make you moan my name. I don't want to do that in some nasty ass bar bathroom.” He squeezed her hand. She pulled away, angry. “Whatever Colt. You could have just told me you thought I was gross.” She sneered walking away, disappearing into the crowd.

She found a corner away from everyone, she watched the people dancing on the floor, lost in thought.

“Enjoying yourself?” the deep voice pulling her from her drunken zone out. “Logan, Hi. Soooo kind of you to come talk to me.” she rolled her eyes. “Ok? Hey how about a dance?” He held his hand out for her. She took it stumbling as she stepped forward, breaking out in a cackle. “you alright?”

“Yuuup. Lets do this.” she followed him to the dance floor, wrapping her arms around him grinding her body against his. “Do you miss this?” She purred in his ear. “I'll always miss you ellie. But you're here now.”

She caught glimpse of Colt standing on the balcony, she could see his white knuckle grip on the railing from across the room. A thrill Rising inside of her.

She was still mad at him for leaving her behind all those years ago. She understood Logan's reasoning but colt? He could have went with her or he could have taken her with him. They were married, you don't just leave your wife behind. And she was even more pissed he turned her down. In her drunken state she could really care less for being mature about it.

Colts gaze was setting her on fire, a smirk played on her lips. She turned around, her back side pressed against Logan's chest, she laid her head against it. Letting the rhythm of the music fuel her movements as Logans hands gripped her sides. “We shouldn't do this El. God you feel so good though.” Logan's voice hoarse in her ear. She continued to grind against him, she locked eyes on Colt who looked as if he was going to rip the railing right off.

She shrugged him off, she was a grown woman who made her own choices. She didnt have to answer to anyone, especially not Colt Kaneko. She turned to face Logan, now completely in the moment. His hands crept up and down her sides, sending a pleasant warmth throughout her. It had been far to long since she had felt the strong hands of a man. “Kiss me colt.” she breathed out just inches from Logans lips. “Colt?” He pulled back, just as Colt pulled at her wrist. “Thats enough Ellie.”

She looked between the two, her head spinning. Did she really just call Logan Colt?

“We need to talk Ellie, alone.” Logan stared at her “She's not going anywhere with you. I think its time to go Ellie.” Colt snapped. “You dont have a claim on her Kaneko, who the hell do you think you are?” Logan stood his full height against him, colt easily matching him. “See pretty boy thats where you're wrong,” Colts lips twisted in a devilish smirk. “I think its time my wife went home.” Logans eyes went wide. “You're fucking lying.” He turned to Ellie, desperately searching her eyes “Hes lying right? Tell me hes lying Ellie.” Colts wicked smirk grew wider “Go on Mrs Kaneko. Tell him.”

Ellie looked between the two, her stomach churning, panic set in. “I. I. I think im gonna..” she leaned down puking all over Colts feet.

Logan let out a wild laugh “Well, I'll let you handle that.” Colt rolled his eyes as he walked away. “Come on El. Let's get you home.” Ellie started to walk losing her balance, colt grabbed ahold of her steadying her. He picked her up bridal style walking towards the exit. “Whats going on?” ximena question, and then looked down noticing the puke all over his legs and shoes. “Can you take ellie to her house? I'll follow you.” Ximena nodded. Colt laid ellie down in the back seat of Ximenas suv. “where are we going?” She moaned, her stomach churing. “were taking you home.” Ellie tried to sit up, panic written all over her face. “NO. My dad will kill me.” colt shook his head and chuckled “You're 25 years old Ellie, pretty sure he wont.”

They pulled up to her house, colt grabbing her from the car carrying her to the door. He rang the doorbell, nervously awaiting her father to answer. He had never formally met him, and he wasn't sure just how he would act but he wouldn't worry about that now. His only concern was getting Ellie home safely and into her own bed.

A few minutes later her father answered the door. His eyes widened at the sight “What happened?” he moved aside letting colt in. “She drank to much. I just wanted to.make sure she got home safe.”

“Hiiii Daddy.” Ellie groaned softly.

Her dad pointed him to her room, Colt got her inside laying her on the bed where Ellie started pulling off her dress. “wheres your pajamas.” He asked heading towards her dresser. “Hey! You'll see my underwear.” Ellie giggled.

“I've seen your underwear before, and you're in them right now.” He snorted as he rifled through her drawers. He found a tshirt and pulled it over her head. “Now. get some sleep.” He turned to walk away, Ellie already sound asleep. He walked out into the living room where her father stood. “Well, shes alseep. Sorry for bringing her home in that condition, I tried to tell her to slow down but, you know how she gets when she sets her mind to something.” Ellies dad chuckled “Yeah. I do.” he looked down at Colts legs, seeing the colorful stain of Ellies vomit.

“She ah. Puked on me.” he gave a nervous chuckle. “I figured that. Why dont we get your shoes cleaned up. I got a pair of sweat you can change into. We can wash your clothes, but its probably best you stay over.” Colt tried to argue but his words fell short. Her dad came back and handed him a pair of sweats and pointed him towards the bathroom. He gave him a blanket and pillow and Colt laid down, his mind going a mile a minute.

Just 6 years ago her father was investigating his father and the crew, and now he was laying in his house while ellie and Luca slept upstairs.

He woke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee filling the air. He sat up from the couch looking towards the kitchen. “Morning Colt. Come get some coffee.” Colt stood, wiping the sleep from his eyes, he grabbed a mug and poured a cup, sitting at the table with her dad. “Thanks Mr Martin.”

“You're welcome, but its Frank. Call me Frank.” Colt nodded, the sides of his lips slightly pulling up. “So Colt, Can I ask you. what are your intentions with my daughter and granddaughter if you are her father?” Frank cut right to the chase catching him off guard.

“Well Frank, I do not have a doubt in my mind that Luca is mine. And as far as Ellie,” He collected his thoughts “As far as Ellie,I still love her. And if she would have me, I would like nothing more then to spend the rest of my life taking care of them both.” Frank sipped his coffee, nodding his head. “You know, I believe you. But what makes you so sure that Luca is yours?” colt sat his coffee cup down “Call it intuition. I just have a feeling and usually my feelings are right.”

They were interrupted by the sounds off footsteps coming down the stairs. “Morning sunshine.” Frank smirked Ellie groaned as she mindlessly made her way to the coffe pot, pouring a cup of coffee. She sat down at the table her eyes instantly locking with Colts. “what are you doing here so early?”

“I'll give you two a minute.” Frank got up and went up to his room.

“Your dad let me stay over. I wanted to make sure you were ok.” He smirked. Ellies eyes snapped shut remembering the nights events. “Oh god. I puked on you.”

“You did. But your dad tossed my stuff in the wash. It's all good.”

“Colt. You told Logan. Why did you do that?”

“I can't stand how he walks around so smug all the time. Like he's better because he is a semi famous race car driver now.” He scoffed.

“Colt. He isn't better than you. You aren't better than him. You guys have got to stop this pissing contest, its been 6 years. Thats a long ass piss.” she giggled, causing colt to chuckle. “Yeah, maybe you're right.”

“We do need to talk about it though. I was under the impression that you got the annulment Colt. Why,” She took a deep breath “Why didnt you?”

“Because When I asked you to marry me, it wasnt because we were under the stress of the what ifs.”

“Colt..”

“Dont. I don't need to hear it.”

“We were just so young. And were practically strangers now, its just. I think its better if we.”

“If we what?” He cocked his brow

“I think it's best if we get a divorce.” the words came out so rushed she barely understood them herself. But the look of absolute hurt on his face told her that he understood every word.

“You never gave us a chance. And now you're back, with my daughter and you want a divorce? Ellie we could be a family. You won't even try?”

“Colt. im sorry. Im not saying that nothing could ever happen with us. But if it does, I want to start fresh.” She didn't try to correct him about being Ellie's father, he was hell bent on it and it would just add insult to injury.

Colt stood up Grabbing his eyes from the coffee table. “You night now believe it yet Ellie, but I'm going to prove to you that we belong together. Do what you gotta do." he walked to the door, pausing for a minute. "You know they say a drunk persons actions are a sober persons thoughts. And last night, told me alot.kore then you're letting on." He closed the door behind him. She heard his motorcycle start up and take off down the street.

She knew he was sort of right. She never did fully get over either of them. But she couldnt throw herself into a relationship with one of them, not right away. She had Luca to think about afterall.

She pulled out her phone finding Logans number. She sent him a text, telling him she was sorry. A few minutes later she received a text back saying “I need some time. I will call u when im ready to talk.”

She had only been back a short time, but oh what a tangled web she had weaved.

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chronicbatfictioner · 6 years

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Theater of the Soul - Chapter 25

"Ready?"

"Let it roll, Demetrius."

"Come and get me, Lysander."

Tim watched from the rafters as Dick and Jason bantered easily, both already in costume. Tonight will be Jason's 'farewell' from A Midsummer Night's Dream. For good. He would be Demetrius, and get his self-proclaimed "lifelong dream of fighting Dickiebird." Stephanie will continue to be Puck. The house was filled to the brims, tickets flying out the ticketmasters as soon as the show was announced a few weeks ago. Tonight will be Jason's final appearance in Midsummer, and his premiere return to the Wayne House's roster.

All on his 17th birthday.

And Tim will record them all in photographs, including the pre-curtain call bickering.

"Hey little bird, come down here for a sec." Jason suddenly called him. Tim obliged and swung himself down, landing right in front of Jason. "How about a good luck kiss?" Jason asked, wrapping his arms around Tim.

"You know that cavorting me could get you arrested, right?" Tim joked, only hesitating for a fraction of a second before pressing himself closer to Jason. It took the family all but three dates in two weeks to catch on. And Tim could still see Bruce's tender smile and Dick's unabashed squeal when he and Jason confirmed that they were going out. Oh, that, and a plethora of condoms that magically appeared in his bedroom drawers - and he suspected in Jason's too. Because... well, Tim still wasn't sure if it was Dick or Stephanie; or the conspiracy between the two who would always feign innocence whenever they were confronted.

Jason rolled his eyes. "You're two years younger, Timothy. Not twenty." he scowled.

"Okay then," Tim stood on tiptoe, pressing a kiss onto Jason's lips. Savoring the warmth, the slight taste of chocolate and mint, and Jason-ness. Until somebody coughed behind him.

"Get a room, children." Stephanie scowled. "Now come give me my good luck kiss, mascot!" she demanded, tugging Tim's shirt.

"Mascot?!?" Tim squawked indignantly. But he kissed Stephanie, anyway, way more chaste than his kiss for Jason.

"Oh, I agree. Stay small, Timbit." Harper chimed in and stole a kiss on Tim.

"Why do I get to be a mascot??" Tim whined. "Also, Harper, you're not getting on stage. Why are you kissing me??"

"Because we love you, squirt." Dick declared, adding, "The one true Robin Goodfellow of the House of Wayne." before settling on bear-hugging Tim.

"Good luck, guys." Tim finally managed, after the entire cast went past him. Except Jason. "Good luck," Tim told Jason, as the latter stood in front of him looking whimsical. "I'm definitely not gonna tell you to break anything." Tim grinned. Jason might still need a crutch when walking on stage; but the costume department worked around the clock to create a costume that would provide a crutch for Jason's legs, yet not looked out of place in the period costume.

"Mascot..." Jason mused, sidling closer to Tim again and placed his hands on either side of Tim's waist. "You're my mascot, birdie."

Tim pouted at him jokingly. "Fine," he said, standing on his tiptoe to hook his chin on Jason's shoulder as Jason swayed them both slightly.

"Wanna make it permanent?"

"In five to six years, maybe. Ask me again." Tim grinned, feeling the pitter-patter of his heart.

A flash suddenly sparked from their left, and Tim looked around just in time to see Barbara grinning impishly. "For posterity's sake." she said, waving her cellphone. "Alfred will want this framed."

Tim laughed, tightening his arms around Jason. There will be more photos and memories, he was sure. The bird photo, the little red robin that started to fix everything, has been framed in a human-sized frame in front of Jason's bed over the fireplace. "Just to remind me that I'm home," Jason had said. "maybe one day I'll replace that thing with like, a tiger or whatever's deemed masculine or a superhero or something. Right now, I just want it there."

Tim believed him. After all, it was the bird who had brought Jason home.

At the night's end, when Bruce called everyone on stage for an encore, somebody dragged Tim along. "Come on, Tim! Get on there!"

It took Tim a few seconds to realize that it was Cullen, who unceremoniously tossed him into Jason's arm just as Bruce called, "...and this family, the family of the Wayne and Kane House, thankd you all for coming and welcoming our family to entertain you. We could never make it without you!" he turned, glaring at Tim at the last word.

Tim hid his blushing face on Jason's chest, and felt the rumble of laughter. "he's right," Jason remarked. "Take a bow, Timmers!" he pushed Tim forward a little, in time for Bruce to remark, '...to introduce to you, the true Robin Goodfellow of our House: Tim Drake!'

Tim glared at the lights and silhouettes of people behind it for several long seconds until somebody grabbed his shoulder. "Bow!" Jason's voice insisted.

So Tim took a few bows, amidst the applause.

"Tim might not be right there on the stage, but he keeps the memories of our house alive and archived." Bruce explained. "...and starting tomorrow, we shall present to you some of the archives, with commentaries from those who were there--"

Oh, right. Tonight might be Jason's last night in 'Midsummer Night's'. But tomorrow, Tim's gallery would open, right there at the Wayne House's lobby, to display the photographs he had taken through the years. It was Jason's idea, and Bruce supported it thoroughly; and then promoted it to the point where there was no way Tim could get away from it.

And Tim knew, it was for him. So that he shall be known as Tim the photographer. Not Tim the poor not-actor child of actor-and-actress Jack and Janet Drake. Not Tim the replacement Puck. Just as Tim, the photographer. Memory-keeper.

Tim looked at Jason, still a little flabbergasted long after they all got off the stage. "Whaddya say we make more memories, birdie?" Jason said, handing him a bag.

Tim laughed. "This is your birthday! I'm supposed to be the one giving you a gift!"

"Consider that thing a belated birthday gift. I'm still gonna be paying for it through the next few gigs." Jason grinned. "Go on, open it!"

Tim grinned, reached into the bag and pulled out a yellow-pad-paper wrapped box. He rolled his eyes. "Really," he deadpanned.

"Stuff it. I can't find anyone who'll get me pretty papers to wrap it who won't tattle on me to you." Jason scowled. "Just tear through it!"

"I will, oh my gosh, patience!" Tim retorted, and decided to do just asked, tear through it - after failing to find the ending of the sellotape. He gasped once it was opened. "Oh my god! Jason!"

"Yeah, hi. I don't know if it's good or not. I just asked the guy at the store for the best there is and he gave me this. It's not the most expensive, but like, he said-- he said it's the best and all that... especially for motion and/or high activity and--" Jason spluttered.

"Jason. shut up! This is awesome!" Tim tore through the box of the high-end camera he had been saving up to buy. And then remembered something. "You owed somebody for this."

"Sure, Bruce. I'm paying it with my salary." Jason shrugged.

"Jason, you don't have to--"

"Oh no, I don't have to," Jason cut him off. "I just want to. That's one thing that'll worth my weight in gold in your hands." He paused suddenly, expression turned solemn. "It was your photo that brought my memory back. The gallery might be a mere colorful and fun pictures to see for everyone else. For me, it's... the literal thing that's worth all the gold in the world, right? I mean," he shrugged. "Yeah. Anyway. Everything started with your camera, right? I'd like it to end with your camera and retain your love of it. Hopefully, of me, too."

Tim smiled shyly. "That's really cheesy," he commented. "but profound."

"I'm made of profundity."

Tim snorted and laughed. "Cheesy McCheese with extra cheese on profundity. You're alright," he said.

"Yeah, you too, birdie." Jason ruffled his hair. "Now let's go to the mess hall. Alfred's gonna kill us if I'm late. I'm the birthday boy, after all!" Even after Jason refused a birthday party, Alfred still insisted on throwing a post-show celebration dinner for all of them. Emphasis on 'them' instead of Jason, and thus prevented Jason from bailing out entirely.

"Thank you," Tim said, a little belatedly as they walked side by side to the dining hall - the 'mess' hall.

"Timmy, just let me know whatever you need to keep you happy, yeah?"

"Diamond blings?"

"Anything that doesn't require the blood of innocent. Besides, aren't you a little too young for diamonds?"

Tim laughed. "Anything?"

"Yep, you've done so much for the lot of us. Let us - me, especially - help you stay happy."

Tim paused at the door of the dining hall, letting Jason walked in first and basked in the 'happy birthday' greetings. Everyone was there. There were new people - imports from the Kane House when they merged with Wayne House; including Kate Kane herself who was sitting next to Barbara. The two redheads - Kate with her bob-cut and Barbara with her long flowing locks - looked almost like sisters. Even Barbara's father, James Gordon, was there.

Otherwise, most were the people Tim has gotten to know for quite some time. In other occasions, the family would sit everywhere they want. Tonight, they were grouped at the head of the table, with two empty chairs for Jason and Tim placed side-by-side. All have started eating, but given Alfred's propensity for - at least - six-course meals, they weren't going to be finished soon.

Jason took a seat nearer to the head of the table, next to Bruce; and Tim took the next one. Dick and Barbara across them, next to each other.

Tim didn't want to cringe, but he must have - because Jason elbowed him lightly just when Bruce started tinkling his spoon against his wine glass. "Everyone, may I have your attention please!" he called out and stood up.

Jason groaned unabashedly. "I thought the speech part is over..."

"I'm a dramatic person. Bear with me." Bruce quipped. "Pardon me for interrupting your feast. But I thought it would be proper to make it official. Let this feast be the mark of the new Wayne and Kane House of Family Theater. May it bring happiness to those who came across it; and deter anyone thinking to cross it." There were choruses of 'amen', 'hear ye!' and the equivalent thereof. "Enjoy the meal!" Bruce closed and sat back down amidst the applause. "As for you two, young men..." he glared at Tim and Jason alternately.

"Ruh-roh..."

"We in trouble, Scoob..." Tim squeaked jokingly.

"No you're not in trouble. Not now, at least - or not that I know of..." Bruce turned toward Alfred with one eyebrow cocked in question. Alfred's small smirk assured him. "Just... if either of you find any mischiefs that might be a long con, let me know, yeah? I might hire somebody to make a play out of it."

"Whaaa...??" Jason squawked. "Seriously??"

"Yes," Bruce assured him. "I have started the process - just an outline for now. It would be great if you can help me with some of the details. Not to capitalize on your misery, but..."

"Oh no, I'm not offended. My entire life in the past few years could be enough to be a PSA warning for anyone looking for all that glitters in Hollywood. I'm just... who'd be interested in that kind of cliché?"

"Sane people," Kate Kane replied with a small smirk. "And you're right, it could be a PSA. But it will be a start. I shall lead the script-writing department, and I would love some help, if neither of you all mind." she addressed the last comment to include Barbara and Dick.

"I'll do the proofreading part. When it comes to imagination, you might want to rely on these two--" Barbara pointed to Jason and Dick. "fact checks, him or me." she added, pointing to Tim. "Schematic or pattern check, him."

"Cool! So we get to tell the adventure - our adventure, with a lot of artistic liberty. Can we make the villain look like, really creepy? 'It' clown kind of creepy?" Jason wanted to know.

"We can do whatever we want," Bruce agreed. "You can be in drag if you want - because I can always rely on Barbara to assess the rating later."

Tim looked at Jason, the latter looking excited at the prospect and started suggesting medieval and/or early 18th century Americas as the background, and started bickering with Dick about the lack of youtube in either era which would "poke a hole on the plot so big your ego could drive through it,"

Tim looked up just in time to catch a soft smile on Alfred's commonly-stoic face. The old man caught his eyes, and smiled at him. Tim smiled back.

Tonight might be the end of A Midsummer Night's Dream; but for the Wayne and Kane House, tonight shall be the first step to the future.

#Jason Todd #Tim Drake #SoulTheater!AU #no-capeAU #batfam #Dick Grayson #Stephanie Brown #Harper Row #Cullen Row #Barbara Gordon #Kate Kane #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #JayTim

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trbld-writer · 6 years

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➺ 100wtsily | #1 + #18 + #25

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x Reader

Genre: flUFF, roadtrip!au, best friends!au, best friends slightly crushing on each other!au

Warnings: slight language, softness

Word count: 1,745 words

Prompts: #1. “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” + #18. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” + #25. “Look both ways.” | source

Note: I feel incredibly soft. I teared up while writing it because I really wanna have that but oh well. A MASSIVE thank you goes out to both @sonnenfuchs and @taehyung-the-baehyung for beta-ing and I’m tagging @lunarjihoon because.... I need someone to cry with me. Happy belated birthday to me and Jihoon. This was also supposed to be a drabble. And as always, feedback is appreciated and I hope you enjoy!

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“Jihoon?”

He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. “Hm?”

“Your eyes are drooping. We can take a break, it’s been three hours already.”

The young man just shook his head, knuckles white on his hands around the steering wheel. He blinked a few times, pulling his lips into a tight line.

“It’s fine, I can do this. We’re almost there anyway.”

“Jihoon,” you interjected, head tilting and eyebrow raising, “we both know you’re not going to last for another hour. Stop being such an overachiever, this isn’t a competition.” You reached over to gently thread your fingers through his soft hair. “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

The boy just scoffed and pursed his lips, squinting as he tried to keep his eyes on the nightly road. The sky was decorated with millions of stars, the moon watching as the two of you made your way through the night. Jihoon was lucky that it was dark so that you couldn’t make out the blush that started rising from his chest, up to his neck and face. His brows furrowed in order to stay focused but it turned out to be set to fail as you started lightly caressing his scalp.

“Y/N, this is foul play. You know that it makes me sleepy,” Jihoon whined with a slight pout, and you giggled. After a while of trying to focus, he sighed and shook your hand off. “Okay, fine, I’ll pull over soon. But that’s because I’m hungry, okay?” He huffed and the way he tried to fight back a smile made a grin spread across your face.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Just twenty minutes later, a small diner appeared in Jihoon’s line of sight and your mouth started to water at the thought of pancakes and coffee. You ushered Jihoon to just pull over and park on the side, stomach growling already. Memories filled your mind about how he used to try and make perfect pancakes but they’d never turned out as fluffy as yours. You would tell him that the secret ingredient was “a lot of love, which you clearly don’t have, Lee Jihoon”, to which he would scoff and try over. Again and again. You quickly shook those thoughts off, denying your heart beating faster and blaming it on the adrenaline rush of finally getting food.

Getting out of the vehicle, you wrapped your arms around yourself and walked over to the driver’s side where Jihoon stood.

“Look, there’s a motel too, we could stay the night.”

He only let out a hum of approval, getting his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. You started walking over the street, only to be pulled back by the elbow. A gasp escaped your lips, stomach dropping as a car passed with ridiculous speed and no lights on.

“Dear God, Y/N, look both ways. You could’ve been flat as a pancake if it wasn’t for me. Who the fuck doesn’t have their lights on in the middle of the night.”

Jihoon looked at you clinging to him and smiled as you sleepily blinked and apologized, the late night hours pulling on your conscious and he pulled you closer, putting his arm around your waist. Taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves, you looked both ways. The bright neon lights of both the motel and the diner illuminating your features.

“You can get inside and order already, I’ll get the backpack with our stuff.”

With a sleepy hum, you replied and crossed the street to walk into the vintage looking building, smiling at the waitress who greeted you cheerily even though it was way past midnight. You looked around, opting for a booth near the door. The men that were sitting in the corner, clearly intoxicated, only spared you a quick glance and went back to their conversation.

You watched as Jihoon almost climbed into the car to retrieve your backpack. Giggling at him hurrying to cross the street, you slightly stretched out your limbs and yawned. It had started to rain. The pitter-patter of the raindrops was making it even harder for you to stay awake.

Luckily, your best friend came to the rescue, sliding into the booth, across from you. His black hair decorated with small water droplets, some even running down his neck and under his shirt.

“How convenient that we found this before it started raining. It would’ve been hell to drive in that weather.”

“It also would’ve been hell watching you drive and almost fall asleep so the rain would’ve been the lesser of two evils here, don’t you think?”

Jihoon squinted his eyes at you playfully, shrugging and running his fingers through his hair. The chirpy waitress appeared only moments later, taking your order and tilting her head.

“Would you like to stay the night as well?”

You looked up at her, a surprised look on your face. “How did you know?”

“Well, you have a big backpack with you,” she giggled a little but continued, “but I’m also asking because I’m currently in charge of the check-in. And your boyfriend,” she nodded towards Jihoon who was already dozing off, “really seems to need some sleep.”

You opened your mouth to correct her but instead, you just smiled. “That’d be nice, thank you. It’s on Lee Jihoon.”

“Great, I’ll get you a set of keys when your order is ready!”

And with that, she was gone and Jihoon was awake again. You tilted your head at him, a warm feeling spreading throughout your being as you watched him. He let out a little sigh and rubbed his eyes.

“What did she say?”

His voice pulled you out of the daze and you stuttered out, “O-oh, nothing. She’s gonna give us keys for a motel room, that’s all.”

A low hum emitted from him and he propped his elbow up on the table, leaning into his hand as he looked at you with a small smile, his heartbeat ringing in his ears. You two just sat there in comfortable silence, looking out of the window, sometimes at each other. There were no sounds except the clattering from the kitchen and the deep, mumbling voices from the men in the corner. The rain had only gotten worse. The street started to flood slightly and you shivered, glad to be inside. Safe and sound.

As soon as your order came, you indulged in the fluffy pancakes, moaning at something warm finally filling your belly. Being on the road with little to no stores in sight for hours had your stomach grumbling and mouth watering as soon as she walked to your table and set everything down with a smile and a hushed “Enjoy your meal.”

Only a few minutes later, everything was gone and both of you were sipping on your hot chocolates (on Jihoon’s demand since “coffee will make it even harder to fall asleep, Y/N, we both know that”), watching the rain slowly trickle down the glass as it kept on pouring. Sleep was tugging on your conscious and you always caught yourself dozing off to the sound of the rain. Of course, Jihoon noticed and lightly tapped your hand, nodding his head towards the door.

“Come on, let’s catch some zs. You’re already tapping out.”

“My head hurts, just a little more,” you whined and put your head against the window. But your best friend wasn’t having any of it, rummaging in the backpack to pull out a pack of painkillers and handing you one.

“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better. Now, let’s go to bed or I’ll go without you and lock the door.”

Your eyes widened and you hurried to take the painkiller before scrambling up, following Jihoon. He quickly paid for the meal and thanked the waitress with a small smile before opening the door, holding his backpack over his head. Standing by his side, you pulled the jacket up to cover yourself. He raised his voice slightly so you could hear him over the roaring thunder. “On the count of three, okay?”

Your curt nod had him inhaling sharply and counting down. “Alright. One, two, three!”

You sprinted the few meters to the motel, the heavy rain soaking both of you immediately and you laughed as you reached the building. Walking up the stairs, you quickly found the room to your key and unlocked the door to step inside. It wasn’t warm but it certainly was better than soaked clothing and wet hair. Jihoon immediately locked the door behind himself and shuddered, droplets of water going everywhere as he shook his head. You walked into the bathroom, grabbing towels for both of you. You lightly dried off your hair and face, watching him as he did the same.

“Are the clothes dry? It’d be a miracle if they were,” you asked while closing the blinds and squeezing the water out of your hair.

“They are, actually. The backpack really does its job, damn.”

He handed you a pair of sweats, a shirt, and socks, along with underwear. The slight blush on his cheek made you smile a little. Thanking him, you retreated into the bathroom to quickly change while he did the same. Or at least he tried, because his sleepiness returned in full force, causing him to put the sweater on backward. He quickly realized his mistake though, furiously blushing as he put it on correctly.

When you got back, Jihoon was already under the blanket, scrolling through his phone, his eyes only on you for a second before his attention went back to the screen. You slipped under the sheets next to him, shivering slightly. He noticed and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to share his almost inhumane warmth. You snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes, sleep taking over you slowly but surely again.

“Jihoon?” His head turned towards you and his eyebrows raised slightly.

“What is it?”

“I’m gonna be driving tomorrow.”

Your sleepily slurred words sent his heart into overdrive and it took him a few seconds to get out of his daze and stop staring at your pouty lips and how much he’d love to kiss you goodnight. A small smile appeared and he smoothed his hand over your hair. And for the nth time that day, he was glad that you weren’t able to see how much love filled his eyes, his heart, his whole being.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

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okkyayu · 5 years

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A Wishy Washy Notes

Day 3: October 26, 2019

A very belated birthday to me. Hehe.

Oh, I wish I can get a bouquet of flowers on my birthday, but don’t mind, I’ll send to myself one. I’ll give myself gift and thank myself because I can stand until today after all of the storm on last year.

First, I’m gonna grateful this new age. Welcome to a quarter of century, I’ll facing my quarter life crisis or maybe it already started? All of my problems in my life until today, I thank God because I can passed.

Maybe this post will be a gratitude list, for the past year. And let me start with Bahasa Indonesia HAHAHAHA.

Tahun lalu, dimulai dengan sidang skripsi. Malam sebelumnya adalah malam cukup hectic, karna malam jam 8, dosen pembimbing gue telepon dan minta untuk daftar sidang gue ngga diundur, karna pada tanggal 26 Oktober 2018 lalu, itu adalah jadwal terakhir kalo gue mau ikut wisuda tahun itu. Padahal gue udah legowo ikut wisuda tahun ini aja, tapi dosen gue kekeuh untuk tetap ikut wisuda dan selesai tahun ini. Bersyukur banget punya dosen begitu, walaupun ngejalaninnya ampun sambil nangis, yang penting cepet selesai hehehe. Disaat yang sama, gue harus selesaiin skripsi, ngejar deadline kerjaan laporan klien dan belajar buat tes cpns. Nangis tiap malem, selama 8 jam di kantor kepala sering kenceng banget, gatau berapa banyak neuralgin dan ranitidine saat itu yang gue minum. Skripsi, beres. Laporan klien, beres. Tes cpns? Gagal hehe kurang dikit nilainya.

November, akhirnya bisa wisuda. Alhamdulillah seneng banget bisa wisuda lagi padahal awalnya mikir “udah pernah wisuda paling gitu-gitu aja”, ternyata nyenengin banget, karna……………..tempatnya nyaman dan mungkin ngga secapek waktu wisuda sebelumnya di mana kaki mau copot banget karna dua hari pake heels dan jalan ke sana ke mari. HAHAHA. Dikadoin baju buat wisuda, terus ada temen yang dateng kasih bunga. Simple but meaningful. Hari sebelumnya sahabat gue nikah, yang di mana dosen pembimbing gue adalah bapaknya. Jadi ketemu lagi deh. Senang. Sayang bapak. Dua hari berturut-turut make up, buat jadi bridesmaid dan wisuda esoknya. Baru ingat, sempet cerita ke temen kalo males wisuda. Kemudian teman bilang, “jangan males, harus dirayakan”. Akhirnya semangat lagi mau wisuda. Padahal lengkapin persyaratan wisuda cuma dapet waktu 2 minggu, termasuk revisi, hardcover, fitting toga, dll. Tapi alhamdulillah, tepat waktu. Dan tidak lupa, berterima kasih kepada nyokap gue, karna dialah yang bisa membawa gue sampai setinggi ini, semua atas kerja kerasnya. Gue mau nangis waktu liat rekap biaya kuliah sarjana ekstensi gue ini, sebanyak itu dan nyokap gue sendirian. I’m so proud of you, mom. I love you.

Bulan berikutnya memutuskan untuk resign, karna udah jenuh dengan dunia auditor, mau cari pengalaman lain. Karna hampir tiap hari gue stress karna kerjaan, padahal sebelumnya sempet stress karna kerjaan tapi ya bisa lewat, kali ini udah ga terbendung lagi, sempat sedih karna mungkin terbiasa di sana tapi akhirnya kekeuh memutuskan cabut. Dan ya welcome to rebahan, makan, rebahan, makan club. Selama 4 bulan menganggur, interview ke sana dan ke mari, akhirnya ketemu kerjaan dan kantor yang cocok (plus dekat dengan rumah). Alhamdulillah, selalu berdoa semoga dikasih kantor yang lebih baik dan ketemu hehehe. Yang paling penting, nyokap ikhlas dan ridho gue kerja di tempat ini. Walaupun ada yang kurang, tapi lingkungan dan suasana kerja nyaman banget dan lagi, gue bisa banyak belajar di sana. Ketemu hal-hal baru, menyenangkan. Dan gue menemukan keluarga di sini. Sebahagia itu.

Setelah itu ada kejadian paling ga enak dalam hidup gue. Gue orang yang jarang cerita hidup gue ke nyokap, tapi hati gue sakit banget saat itu dan akhirnya gue memutuskan untuk cerita ke nyokap. Temen-temen gue juga selalu ingetin gue untuk cerita hal ini ke nyokap. Karna ya, bisa jadi bahaya buat gue. Tadinya ga mau nangis, berusaha kuat. Tapi ga bisa ternyata hati gue terlalu sakit, yang paling sakit adalah tau nyokap gue juga nangis setelah tau cerita gue. Sekarang semuanya udah berlalu, kami berdua sudah kuat. Hidup kami kembali tenang, ya….kecuali pertengkaran-pertengkaran kami sih. I’ve moved on and found a peace. Alhamdulillah, my life is getting better.

Beberapa masalah datang, pergi, datang lagi dan semoga sudah bener-bener pergi. Kemudian tersadar, gue ga melewati semuanya sendirian. Gue bersyukur banget, masih banyak orang yang mendukung, membantu dan memberi kekuatan mereka untuk menguatkan gue. Gue bersyukur punya mereka. Gue tau gue banyak mengecewakan mereka, tapi di lain sisi mereka tetap mau berdiri di sisi gue karna mereka tau diri gue yang sebenernya. Gue sayang banget sama mereka. Mereka mungkin ga selalu ada, tapi mostly mereka selalu berusaha ada buat gue. Telepon kalo gue mau cerita, ketemu kalo mau cerita, mereka meluangkan waktu. Terima kasih semuanya. Gue masih inget ada temen yang bilang ke nyokap gue, “untung okky temennya banyak, tante”. No, bukan karna banyak temen, tapi karna gue punya temen-temen yang beneran sayang dan peduli sama gue. Quality over quantity, they said.

Hidup emang ga semulus paha nia ramadhani. Tapi ga selalu sekelam awan hitam. Mungkin ga terjadi sama hidup gue kali ya yang kelam banget gitu. Pas nonton joker gue sempet mikir “kasian banget hidupnya, ditempa, ditempa, ditempa mulu”. Kebahagian dia cuma ada dipikirannya aja, tidak di dunia nyata. Makanya gue bersyukur, walaupun pernah ada hal-hal yang kelam banget, bikin sakit rohani dan jasmani, semua ini tetep lewat dan gue berusaha lebih baik. Gue akui, di umur 24 tahun kemarin, dramanya luaaaaar biasa, stressnya luar biasaaaa dan pengalaman-pengalaman baik dan buruk yang ga pernah gue bayangin ada di dalam hidup gue bermunculan. Gila gue nulis gini terus inget apa-apa aja langsung sesak nafas.

Oke sampai di paragraf terakhir ya. Hehe. Gue berharap di umur gue yang baru; 25 tahun, gue bisa menjadi pribadi yang lebih baik, gue selalu diberikan kesehatan, mental yang kuat, less drama, less stress, good food, always surrounded by positive vibes people, keluarga dan temen-temen yang baik dan sayang sama gue, selalu diberikan hal-hal baik dan semoga gue tetap bisa jadi hal-hal baik buat orang lain. Kalo ada yang baca ini, boleh tolong doa-doa baik ya buat gue? Makasih hehe. Jangan lupa Al-Fatihah ya! (kalo muslim), yang selain muslim tolong doakan gue juga ya! Hehe. Oh satu lagi, gue kayaknya harus mulai ngurangin pegang hape huf, jadi susah tidur dan suckit kepala terus akhir-akhir ini, tapi ya karna kurang minum juga sikkkk.

Ciao! Once again, happy birthday…..to me ♥

Love, Okky Ayu.

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