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thornedrose44 · 11 months

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16 supercorp please 🥺

Prompt: “Eat the rich, am I right?”

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Kara threw back the shot, swallowing the alien liquor in one go, desperately seeking the fuzziness and disconnection that only inebriation could bring.

“Woah, slow down there.” Alex laughed, “You know since adopting Esme my alcohol tolerance has plummeted.”

“Right… sorry.” Kara mumbled, moving to adjust her glasses only for her fingers to brush bare skin, the surprise of it and the sheer stupidity of the action making her gaze dart over to the spot she’d ordered herself not to look at.

She grimaced and quickly drank another shot.

Alex’s brow immediately pinched with concern, her head twisting round to track down whatever sight had provoked the discontent in her sister; before she had a chance to locate the issue, Nia was falling into the booth beside Alex, giggly and slightly sweat-sheened from dancing. Brainy slipped in next to Kara, looking equally flustered and energetic.

“This place is amazing! We should come every week!” Nia declared jubilantly.

“I concur!” Brainy agreed instantly, his smile wide, lopsided and smeared with a purple shade that matched Nia’s lipstick.

“Let’s see if you both feel the same in the morning…” Alex drawled, sipping her pint glass of water, having made the smart decision to alternate alcohol with hydration.

Nia either pointedly ignored this statement or had already mentally moved on from the conversation, Kara couldn’t really tell which, too busy sneakily taking another shot. Nia was already shifting in her seat, head rotating this way and that way, desperate to get back out on the dance-floor and burn more energy as she took hasty sips of the cocktail Alex and Kara had been guarding.

“Holy moly!” Nia exclaimed, going still as her eyes locked onto something. “Those two are about to get it on.”

“What? Who?” Alex asked curiously, even as Kara went rigid, eyes burning and heart racing.

“Talk about eat the rich, am I right?” Nia snorted, nudging Alex’s side as Alex slowly turned back to meet Kara’s gaze, her expression painfully sympathetic and understanding. “I knew Lena and Andrea had a whole thing but I had no idea it was heating back up again. I mean hot damn. Hey, Kara?” Nia murmured, leaning over the table, head lolling forward like an eager puppy with absolutely no filter. “Did you know? Do you think Lena’s going to go home with Andrea? Do you think they’re going to get together? Oh my god, can you imagine if they like properly date or… get married? How rich would they be together? Do you-”

CRACK-BANG

The table of their booth splintered apart, thudding loud and heavy to the ground - Alex let out a wince of pain as it banged her knees on the descent, Nia and Brainy’s alcohol levels dulling them to the impact.

“Shi-Shoot, I… I am so sorry…” Kara said, staggering to her feet, stomping the debris harder into the ground and inadvertently making any repair impossible.

“Is everyone okay?”

Kara cringed, looking over to find Lena, Andrea and Kelly - all of them having rushed over the instant they heard the noise. Staff were approaching but a wave from Lena and promise to pay for the expenses kept them at bay. Kara could barely look at her best friend, shoulders hunched up high and body curled forward with shame and in a vain attempt to mitigate the ache in her chest.

Lena was in a black dress with a high cut up the thigh; her hair was loose, curly and voluminous like a dark-haired Sandy from Grease. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink, eyes dark and sparkling and the neck of her dress was pulled off one shoulder to reveal the expanse of tempting flesh.

(Kara had watched Andrea’s hands tease at the split in Lena’s dress, fingertips kissing the flash of thigh before marking a path up Lena’s side, hooking around the edge of fabric to pull it to the side allowing Andrea’s nose and the ghost of her lips to trail along Lena’s collarbone).

“We’re fine.” Alex answered immediately, getting to her feet and reaching for Kara - only for Kara to sway backwards out of reach and nearly fall over.

Hands in all directions reached out to steady her but with her ears filled with the sound of Lena’s familiar thrumming heartbeat is it any wonder that she fell towards Lena who touched her like she was fragile rather than a wrecking ball?

“You okay?” Lena whispered, head ducking forward so the words were just between the two of them.

Kara blinked into caring green eyes, breath catching in her throat so stubbornly that she felt herself actually choke on it - words totally beyond her capability.

She shook her head, unable to stop the action.

Lena’s face instantly set, becoming determined and clear as if all the alcohol was instantly purged from her system. Hands that had been delicately placed on Kara’s shoulders to offer maximum stabilisation, traced down her arms until their fingers were tangled - locking them together.

“I’m taking Kara home.” Lena declared, barely glancing around at the rest of the group.

Kara knew her sister would frown, considering whether to step in but would ease back if Kara shuffled that little bit closer to Lena - proving that this was what she wanted. During the shuffle forward, Kara caught a glimpse of Andrea’s expression: strained, disappointed and not so slightly annoyed. Any sense of victory Kara would have felt at provoking such a reaction was diminished by how Lena released Kara’s hand to fleetingly squeeze Andrea’s forearm, murmuring a promise to call or text when possible.

The interaction soured the mix of liquids in her stomach and as Lena led her out of the side-exit of the club to avoid scrutiny, Kara had to stop them so she could throw up in the gutter. Lena held her hair back, fingers cold and soothing on the back of Kara’s heated neck, her words even more gentle. Lena guided Kara into her chauffeured car, forcing her to drink water and then letting her rest her head on her shoulder and play with Lena’s fingers for the whole journey.

They arrived back at Kara’s apartment, Lena still steering her with infinite care, helping drink more water and get changed into pyjamas - Lena purposefully looking away whenever bare skin was exposed which only made the ache in Kara’s chest all the more pronounced.

“Why does she get to touch you like that?” Kara asked when she could no longer hold the drunk-induced words back.

“Hmm?” Lena hummed, raising an eyebrow curiously as she tucked the duvet in around Kara’s heavy-limbed form, “Who gets to touch me like what?”

Kara pursed her lips, looking into the far corner of her room as she muttered darkly, “Andrea…”

Lena froze for a painful beat, and Kara was suddenly acutely aware of how her eardrums throbbed with the remnant bass of the club. Lena slowly pulled away standing up to her full height as she peered down at Kara, her expression inscrutable.

“Because she asked, because she showed interest.” Lena said eventually, the words clipped and sharp. “You’ve never even tried to touch me like that. Never given any indication that you would want to…”

Kara still adamantly refused to look at her, fingers fidgeting with the edge of her quilt.

“I know you went out on a date with William Day.” Lena murmured, and Kara cringed away at that.

She was aware that she had said yes to him because she hoped he would reduce how much she thought of Lena but all it did was make Lena feel all the more easily replaced and forgotten.

Lena sighed and pinched her brow with index finger and thumb as if this conversation - if Kara - was producing a migraine. “Nevermind. You should sleep.”

“Are you going to sleep with her?” Kara asked quietly, wanting the salt to be rubbed into her wounds, wanting the burn in the hope that the sheer sharpness of it would reduce the underlying ache.

“If she asks…” Lena whispered hesitantly - Kara lived and died a thousand times over in that minor pause -, “probably. Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”

“I don’t like her.”

“I didn’t like Mike or Mon-El.” Lena shot back, shaking her head. “That’s not a good enough reason.”

“Then what would be?” Kara demanded, head turning towards her, gaze focused on the white flash of thigh through the slit in Lena’s dress - still not able to look up into her green eyes.

“If you like me more.” Lena breathed.

Kara licked her lips, lungs inflating to put the long-awaited declaration out into the world only for her jaw to snap shut and her tongue to stick to the bottom of her mouth.

“You can’t say it, can you?” Lena laughed, the sound mournful and broken. “That’s the difference, you know? She’s not scared or embarrassed to like me, to ask to touch me.”

“Is that what you think: that I’m embarrassed?” Kara cringed, head bowing down as if she was praying to Lena, offering herself up in supplication.

“I don’t know,” Lena admitted, “but when I have no alternative… what should I default to thinking? If you say and do nothing despite my repeated invitations to it’s either because you don’t like me like that or you do but you don’t want to act on it.”

Another pause, another chance for redemption.

“It’s… I…” Kara began falteringly before trailing off into the heaviest of silences.

Lena sighed again, hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Kara’s ear, “Go to sleep, Kara.”

#supercorp #supercorp prompt #eat the rich au

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fueledbysano · 2 months

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robyn darling~

i have an urgent need to tell you the details of my dream from last night about your beautiful writing :

in it i dreamt that i was sleeping and woke up in middle of the night and peeked at the site to see that you had wrote a izana pregnancy reader and i swear threw the phone in rejoice and excitement to read + flash forward to the a.m. when i jumped out of bed to go and read it again and found out that it was all in my own little mind...so if i may ask is any chance would you happen to have some ideas of what kind of expecting father he would be?

(sending over lots of love as always)

-🤍

first time dad!Izana

expecting your first child with Izana ♡

♱ final timeline Izana x f!reader

♱ reina, what a beautiful dream!!! and I'm in it?!? 🥹 what an honor to be included in your cute dream. let's make that a reality! I may have shed a tear or two while writing this! :')

♱ @enchantedforest-network

˗ˏˋ one of the projects that the "Tenjiku" nonprofit organization have is a foster home. Izana, being the co-owner, would feel a special connection to children. As a man who experienced a traumatic childhood, Izana would be extremely empathetic and understanding towards the children and their needs. He would strive to get to know every child and give them the care and support they deserve until they eventually find a new home.

˗ˏˋ It's only natural that Izana would have fears about becoming an actual father. he had a crappy dad. a crappy mom, and a crappy adoptive mom. he knows what it's like when someone messes up as a parent and he's scared to make a mistake he cannot take back.

˗ˏˋ Apart from his romantic love for you, his found family, and his love for the foster children, he had never experienced a parent's love and he's afraid he doesn't know how to give it to his child. He is worried that he will be too strict and that he will inadvertently hurt his child by acting on his own instincts.

˗ˏˋ However, everything else he's done in his life— trusting Kakucho, building Tenjiku, asking to marry you: he's sure. When Izana was growing up, he certainly never expected to become a father. But, after taking in all those children in the foster homes and caring for them, as well as marrying you, he wanted to get to experience everything. with you. Even though it was not something that he planned, he was now excited and very eager to become a father and to experience everything that goes with it.

˗ˏˋ Apart from the excitement and fear that comes with the news of becoming a father, Izana would feel a sense of responsibility. Especially due to his abandonment by his own parents, Izana would have a strong sense of responsibility to make sure that his child would never have to face anything like he had to. At the same time, he would also feel a desire to give his child the best life possible. As an already very dedicated and passionate person, the news of becoming a father would only strengthen his resolve.

˗ˏˋ It's clear that Izana is very dedicated and protective of you during your pregnancy. He wants to ensure that you are not put under any unnecessary stress while you are pregnant, and he hires more nannies to make sure that you don't have to do any work.

˗ˏˋ Izana would also spend a lot of time reading pregnancy books, medical journals, and forums to better understand the pregnancy.

˗ˏˋHe is definitely one of those parents who make a birth plan. He reads it everyday despite having done going through it the moment you two finished making it, to the point that he had the pages memorized. He wanted to be ready for any possible scenario and ensure the safety of his baby and wife.

˗ˏˋ He would also do his best to connect with your unborn baby by playing guitar for your belly and singing to the both of you.

˗ˏˋ He will leave the final decisions of the baby's clothes and items and the nursery decorations to you, but will do his best to renovate the room and make it look beautiful.

˗ˏˋThat way, he would honor your preferences while also making sure that the nursery is a comfortable and safe space while keeping you relaxed.

˗ˏˋ Naming the baby would be a huge decision and one that would take a lot of thought and consideration. Izana would want to choose a name that has special meaning for him and you. Perhaps the name would be influenced by your cultures or have some significance in your childhoods. Izana really thinks carefully about your child's future.

˗ˏˋ You always reassure him that you have full faith in his abilities as a father. Even though he has never had a parent himself, he has always taken pride in taking care of others, be it his found family or the foster children, and even your unborn child; you constantly remind him that he doesn't need to worry about his ability to give the love and support that he never received, because he already has everything he needs to be a excellent father, and that you would be there with him every step of the way.

˗ˏˋ and with that, he would be even more filled with anticipation now, with still the pang of nervousness, and he would be eager to see the child that he and you have created together.

˗ˏˋ The moment the baby is born would be a significant and emotional one for Izana. He would be filled with joy and pride at the arrival of your child, and he would feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility and admiration that he is now responsible for another human being.

˗ˏˋ Izana would be extremely devoted and present during the whole process, and he would be the first one to hold the child in his arms and welcome them into the world before he walks to you to share the beautiful moment, and feel your baby's touch.

˗ˏˋ He is completely enamored by your baby and he would want to keep you both safe and happy. Izana is filled with gratitude towards you for giving him this precious gift and for bearing the pain and hardship of pregnancy. "Mahal, you are so wonderful. Thank you for making me a daddy."

˗ˏˋ His heart is so full of love. he was so relieved, knowing that this kid is going to be the luckiest baby. they have two loving parents, the coolest uncles, and a bunch of big brothers and sisters in the foster home. It is the moment that Izana sees that his life is now filled with even more love, and that his life is richer and more complete than ever before.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #izana imagines #tokyo revengers imagines #izana x reader fluff

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hungrywriter · 6 months

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Herbs & Hearts (pt.1)

Raiden x f!reader

Raiden and Kung Lao entered Madam Bo's restaurant, instantly greeted by a delightful medley of sweet and savoury smells emanating from the kitchen where Madam Bo worked her culinary magic. They were welcomed by the owner herself, who guided them to their usual table, the spot where they often hung out.

As usual, they playfully argued over who would be picking up the tab for their meal. After this spirited exchange, they stood up in an open area to engage in a friendly martial arts match. Their battle was intense, but in the end, Kung Lao emerged as the winner. His celebration, however, led to an accident when he bumped into a waiter carrying a bowl of noodles, causing the food to go airborne.

The whole restaurant fell silent, anticipating a mess, but from the kitchen, a figure swiftly emerged, wearing a farmer's hat and the familiar restaurant's apron. With incredible dexterity, this person skillfully caught the flying food and restored it to the tray, as if the accident never occurred. The customers, initially holding their breath, broke into applause. The restaurant quickly returned to its usual bustling activity, with the incident soon forgotten.

Raiden and Kung Lao couldn't contain their curiosity and approached the mysterious saviour. When the figure looked up, they immediately recognized her as Y/n, their childhood friend. Y/n was the adopted daughter of Madam Bo, the chef of the restaurant. Madam Bo had found Y/n as a baby, abandoned at her doorstep with nothing but a tattered cloth to protect her frail body. There were stories circulating that suggested divine intervention, as some believed that gods had descended from the heavens to save her. These tales led some superstitious parents in the neighbourhood to warn their children to be cautious around Y/n, fearing that they might inadvertently offend these mysterious deities and bring about a curse.

However, it was only Raiden who immediately welcomed Y/n as a friend. Kung Lao, on the other hand, needed some convincing, but as the years passed, he too grew to love Y/n, not only as a friend but also for her exceptional fighting skills. The trio grew up together and trained martial arts under Madam Bo, forging a strong and enduring bond.

Y/n smiled at them and continued serving customers. The two friends couldn't contain their joy and embraced Y/n. The boys were aware of Y/n's deep passion for plants and her fascination with studying various herbs. She was often found in her room, conducting experiments and nurturing her own herbs. This love for botanical pursuits led her to embark on journeys in search of herbs that she insisted couldn't be found in the village.

Initially, the boys expressed concern and offered to accompany her on these trips, but Y/n politely declined their assistance. Madam Bo, too, advised them not to accompany Y/n, encouraging her independence. In order to avoid upsetting the wise elder woman, the boys eventually accepted and let Y/n pursue her herb-hunting adventures on her own.

"Y/n, when did you come back? We've missed you!" Kung Lao said, affectionately pinching her cheeks. The female laughed at his actions and put her hands over his to get him away from her cheeks.

"I got back this morning. Mother told me to rest, but you know I can't just sit still for too long," Y/n replied as she picked up a tray of food from the kitchen and resumed serving the customers, with the boys trailing behind her. As she went about her tasks, Raiden couldn't help but notice the bandage on her left foot and her slight limp when she walked.

"What happened to your foot?" he inquired. Setting the food on a table, Y/n turned to face them, a touch perplexed at first, but then realising what he was referring to.

"Oh, I just ran into a bit of trouble during my journey," she nonchalantly shrugged. However, seeing their worried expressions, she swiftly reassured them that she had managed the situation. Kung Lao offered a hearty chuckle and cheered for her, while Raiden could only shake his head, sighing in concern.

Y/n felt a slight disappointment in his reaction, but her spirits lifted when he smiled at her. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her close to his chest.

"Well, as long as you come back in one piece, love petal," he whispered, kissing her head. Y/n returned the hug and turned her head away to hide the growing blush on her face. Kung Lao let out an exaggerated scoff and rolled his eyes before heading back to their table. The duo then parted ways and joined each other at their table, ready to relish their meal and dive into a conversation about Y/n's recent adventures.

#mk raiden #raiden x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 2023 #mk1 x reader #kung lao

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jessicas-pi · 7 months

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So the Ahsoka show (and a dream I had last night) gave me an idea. Imagine: AU where in Chapter 11 of The Mandalorian, Bo-Katan tells Din to go to Ahsoka... but also says that if Ahsoka won't help, then he should try finding her apprentice, Sabine Wren, on Lothal.

So after Ahsoka refuses to train Grogu, Din goes to Lothal before he tries Tython, which is therefore where everything with the Darktroopers goes down, which means that (a) Sabine is able to give Hera a heads up that the Empire is Doing Something, and (b) Sabine ends up inadvertently roped into the events of the rest of Mando S2. The Grogu rescue mission sort of helps her feel better---at least to feel like she's doing something. Din, meanwhile, sees someone just like him, who needs to keep busy to keep her mind off her trauma, so he decides to call her up for a little "help" whenever he feasibly can claim he needs it, or for some Jedi Training™ with Grogu (who didn't go with Luke, due to no trip to Tython and no seeing stone), or whatever excuse he can make up, which ends with Sabine getting pulled into BoBF and Mando S3, too.

Highlights include:

Din & Sabine: *win the fight with Moff Gideon together* Sabine: *takes the Darksaber from him, just to disarm him* Sabine: WAIT ACTUALLY NOPE NEVER MIND *throws the Darksaber as far as she can & refuses to pick it up again*

Sabine: You want ME to teach your kid? Din: Yes. Sabine: You do realize that I can't use the Force? Din: Yes. Sabine: And that my master stopped training me because I wasn't good enough? Din: Yes. Sabine: And that I have absolutely nothing to teach him? Din: Yes. Sabine: ...nothing I say is going to deter you, is it? Din: No.

Sabine: I just... feel... lost. Boba: Well, you could always work for me on Tatooine. Fennec: Have you ever considered an assassin business partnership? Bo-Katan: It's gonna take me a loooooooong time for me to get over you winning the Darksaber again, but you are my best friend's daughter, so if you choose to, you may come with me. Greef Karga: The Nevarro school could use an art teacher, you know. The Armorer: You are always welcome to take the Creed and join our covert. Din: How do you feel about being adopted? [later] Ahsoka, to Hera: Should we be concerned about the number of questionable figures trying to take in Sabine? Hera, having Maul flashbacks: Trust me. It could be a lot worse.

Sabine: You need to go to the Living Waters? Yeah I know where that is, I can take you. Din: That's a relief. Otherwise I was going to go ask Bo-Katan about them. Sabine: Oh? Let's ask her anyway. I'm totally down to bother Bo-Katan. Any time, any day. Kalevala HERE WE COME-

Din: While I appreciate your modifications to IG-12, Sabine, I'm not so sure about the words you've added. Grogu, delightedly smacking his new button: KRIFF. KRIFF. KRIFF. KRIFF. KRIFF.

Din: You had me at 'battle droids.' Sabine, giggling: yOu HaD mE aT 'BaTtLe DrOiDs'

Sabine, watching Din make his 'your song is not yet written' speech: This is sooo much better than the holodramas. Axe Wolves, side-eyeing her: You don't get out much, do you? Sabine: Nope. Want some popcorn?

.....ANYWAY, my point is, Sabine gets dragged into All The Mandoverse Shenanigans. Which is pretty funny on its own, right? But it gets better.

Because it just so happens that Din is on Lothal with Grogu when Ahsoka shows up with the map. and he kinda just....gets pulled along for the ride. So then HE'S in the AHSOKA show, mostly just trying to make sure Sabine doesn't do anything crazy, following her when she does it anyway, and being confused about Everything. Which lends itself to additional hilarity--

Din: Nightsisters? I heard they were witches. Ahsoka: They are. Din, internally: Oh my manda, I finally KNEW something!

Din: The evil Jedi are chasing us! Sabine: They're not Jedi! Din: They're not? But they have laser swords like you! Ahsoka: There's still a difference! Din: What difference? Ahsoka: Jedi use the Light side! These are Dark side users! Din: There are different sides of your sorcery??

[Sabine and Ezra reunite] Din: I'm so glad you finally found your husband, Sabine. Sabine: Ezra: Din: The crabs: *start gossiping* Sabine: He's... he's not my... husband... Din, confused: But you've clearly been living the Mandalorian marriage vows? One when together, one when apart, sharing all... Sabine: Yeah, no, that's- that's just coincidence. Din: Hold on. You live in his house, and you keep all his things, and you refuse to leave Lothal for more than a week or two at a time because it makes you miss him too much- Sabine: *makes stop talking gesture* Din: -and you gaze lovingly at the enormous mural you've painted of him, and you left everything behind the second you knew you had a chance to save him, and as far as I can tell, you've been utterly devoted to him since the moment he disappeared ten years ago- Sabine: *stop talking gestures intensify* Ezra: Wait, Sabine, is this true? Din: -and you're telling me you two aren't married? Sabine:

#jessica's random thoughts #twice the mandos twice the chaos #sabezra #dinbo #anyway yeah that's My Nonsense For The Day

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littledead-ridinghood · 10 months

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I have personal beef with Lobdell's "hence the name, Red Hood" panel when Jason picks up that poor, abused dog in RH:O. Which logically I know is an off the cuff joke but 1. Lobdell likes to simplify Jason and his motives all the time (which he could’ve been doing here) 2. I’ve seen a lot of people say they don’t get why/the connection/deeper meaning/etc. Jason picked his name or 3. people who want Jason to drop RH & pick up a new vigilante identity without (or before) Jason getting his full circle closure

(First: can Jason please have a companion again. And can they be given a real name this time? Not Lobdell’s lazy out? Give that man another dog or fuxk, let him pick up a cat that was abandoned in the rain. Please???)

anyway, main attraction:

Within that spread, Scott Lobdell wrote that Jason picked the name because he's awful at naming things and went with the most basic, obvious choice, Red Hood. This is an incredible disservice to why Jason chose to take his mantle specifically.

Imagine you're Batman, a fledgling vigilante who abides by a strict no-kill moral code. It's your first or so year manning the streets of a massive, corrupt city--Gotham--and you still aren't fully sure of what you're doing. The criminal underworld still isn't even convinced you're real. One of the first big cases you bust, a man who calls himself the Red Hood, dies. you play accomplice to the man falling into a vat of chemicals even as you try to save him. He dies. You killed a man due to your own mistakes.

But you didn't. Not really.

The man comes back under a new name--the Joker--and becomes one of your most prominent enemies. The guilt eats you alive. You dub him your greatest failure. The guilt complex and strengthened moral platitudes refuse to let him die, let alone kill the man. Only "saving him" will relieve you of the grief. Your guilt, your grief, God, your god complex, something is too big for you to admit you can't save everyone including the problems you inadvertently create.

You take in a boy, a ward--Dick Grayson--because the city won’t let a single bachelor like Brucie Wayne adopt him. You’re his brother, you’re his spandex-wearing partner, you’re not his father (he has a father, he doesn’t want you to be his father) but you’re also not not his father; it’s complicated. You didn't want him to turn into you and he creates his own mantle--Robin--to honor his parents.

You and him are partners for many years--Batman and Robin: The Dynamic Duo. Until, one day, The Joker shoots him in the shoulder and he falls off a building on live TV. The city’s populace is upheaved, believing Robin is dead. Demanding Batman be held responsible for his negligence, for even having a underaged partner in the first place. You agree. The field is no place for a child, you decide to keep him so. Robin, the child, is dead, killed by the Joker. Dick Grayson, now a man, is alive and blazing his own trail--Nightwing.

So one child-to-man moves on. And one stays behind. Weeks, months, pass and, you refuse to admit it, you're lonely.

You find another boy--Jason Todd (found in the same location and on the anniversary your parents were murdered in the part of town you only visit once a year)--stealing your tires. Not Bruce Wayne's tires. Batman's tires. He makes you laugh, audaciously so. He takes you down with a tire jack and, God, he’s fast and feisty. (He thought you were going to kill him. You don’t loiter on the thought: it makes your stomach turn). You track him down to retrieve your tires. He tells you he doesn't want to be a criminal, he takes what he needs to survive. He's starving.

You try to stay out of it (all you do is check what happened to his missing dad--murdered--and sick mom--heroin was what got her in the end). You push him towards education. He doesn't trust the cops. He doesn't trust the system. He doesn't trust adults. He hardly trusts you. He tells you about a case, that the school is bad, but believes you only half listen--brush him off like every other person in his life. You follow up. He follows up.

You ask him to be Robin. He accepts.

Later, you adopt him.

Dick's mad at you for giving away his title without asking, to a child nonetheless. (“You said the field was no place for a child!”) You snap at him, say you missed him. (You keep telling Gordan that Jason's no child. That he's seen too much, is more experienced than either of them combined. You don't say this to Dick).

He leaves but he gives Jason his number and his blessing. The kid's torn up about it, you can tell (see the doubt eat him alive of if he should be wearing those colors. Your butler? Your father?--Alfred--tells you to stop comparing the boys--good or not).

That doubt sticks with him. That past experience sticks with him. He urges you to help the poorer parts of the city, especially the places where Batman only visits once a year (The first time he goes back after getting Jason isn’t as bad as all the times before). He fights for his people. He’s tied to Gotham in ways you aren’t. Sees things you don’t. Knows things you don’t. People who can’t stand you, love him.

You keep hearing him crying over his dead mother and watch him lose it against rapists. He advocated for the woman that killed the man who murdered 12 women including her sister even though Batman and Robin aren’t supposed to endorse extra judicial work like that. He breaks a man’s collarbone for taking pictures of naked children. He thinks the “Dress-ups” won’t ever stop because Batman’s only weapon is fear and they aren’t afraid. He once said life’s a game. Monopoly, Bruce assumes he means.

Drugs are easier than rape to catch a man on, and the boy is furious that the perpetrator is only being sent back to his home country. ("he'll just hurt the women over there! He won't stop!" He's in hysterics).

A young woman is dead. The boy found her body. A man falls to his death a man is pushed to his death is dead. The boy was the last one to be with him. You bench him, but you forget that you asked him to be Robin first and a son second.

He runs away. A birth mom--Shelia Haywood, you eventually learn. He's missing. It has to wait. The Joker's out again. You have to prevent your greatest failure from becoming bigger. (He shot Barbara earlier this year)

You leave the boy with his birth mom by the warehouse. You have to go after the Joker. The Joker has killed and killed and killed. Will continue to kill. The boy is dead. He killed the boy. The mother says he was good. He's nothing more than broken bones and mangled limbs. She's...not.

Your greatest failure murdered your boy. His body’s already getting cold when you find hi—the body. The corpse. You hold it. Because it’s an it now, not a him.

You go after the Joker. The pilot is shot. You don't try to kill the Joker, but you don't bring him with you as you jump. The helicopter crashes. You don't even think he's dead; unresolved as per usual.

You failed to protect him. You failed. And he’s dead.

Superman pulls you from the ocean.

You go home and Alfred meets you once you get off the plane. He tells you it's not your fault, the boy had it coming. The murdered boy--a Good Solider, buried next to his bio-mother in Gotham Cemetery--is dubbed your new biggest failure.

Dick's in space and would miss the funeral, so you decide instead to not tell him there was a funeral at all. At least someone will still think Jason’s alive. At least someone will keep Jason alive through their belief. It’s not like Dick’ll find out. They weren’t that close anyway (Dick & Jason or you & him?)

When Dick does eventually find out, because of course he obviously does, he's furious. It's the first time you punch your first Robin. (You don't know it yet, but it won't be the last time, not for Dick and not for some other so-called family members.)

Robin is dead. Far deader than Dick Grayson ever was. He did it to himself. He thought it was a game. Dick doesn’t get it. He was better. He was alive.

(You can’t admit he’s become your son out loud. Hardly even in your head. It’s fine. Dick is the same about your fatherhood. Like father, like son)

You blame it on Jason's death. It changed you. He changed you. It's his fault. Everyone follows suit.

You leave the Joker in a body cast for six months. He gets out again. Luckily you have a new Robin--Tim Drake. He's not Jason. You can see it in his eyes that he knows that's a good thing. Gotham doesn’t even know the second one is dead. They believe Tim’s second one. Gordan even asked if he’s finally hit his growth spurt. 4’6 the death certificate said. That’s okay. No one needs to knows.

(Park Row Crime Alley knows. They know who’s theirs and who isn’t. Batman and Robin aren’t welcomed down there anymore)

(The first anniversary you visit your parents yours and his first meeting spot after Jason’s death feels like Ethiopia all over again)

A blonde girl is Robin now--Stephanie Brown. You tell her she's like Jason. She can tell you mean it as a bad thing but never processes it through her mind. You're trying to lure Tim back. A city-wide gang war wrecks Gotham. She's dead. Tortured by Black Mask and died on the operation table.

There's talk around the underworld, unified under Black Mask, a new gang leader's been making waves for months. You just heard about him tonight (a duffle bag full of heads told you): The Red Hood. You know that name. It’s a punch to the gut. Your first failure.

(“You’re getting slow, old man!)

He did what you've been trying to do for years in a matter of weeks: He overtook the entire Gotham underworld. He’s running circles around everyone. He pits you against the underground, keeps you busy, and he gets what he needs to be done Scot-Free. You hardly ever see him around. Only when he wants you to see him, do you. You don’t like things you aren’t in control of.

He doesn't want anyone dealing to kids. He likes bombs, but they're contained. Implosions, not explosions. He kills and is on par with Batman himself (he cut himself free of your line). Red Hood hangs around Crime Alley ("Park Row!" Jason would always respond), but no one there will rat him out to The Batman. They won't talk to you. Some of them even seem to...like having the Red Hood around.

He’s managed to bring down the crime rate of the entire city. Somehow.

It's raining. You can't tell. Jason's alive.

Jason's. Alive.

Jason'salivejason'salivejason'salivejason'salivejason'saliveason'salivejason'sal--

Jason's alive.

And he's killing people. And he's spitting in the face of your "sanctimonious" moral code. He laughed at you when he murdered someone in front of you. ("Just be happy I only killed the Nazi!") You tell him he doesn't get it. He responds the same.

(“You can't stop crime," he says along the lines of "Not with fear. But me...I'm controlling it.")

Jason's never had enough fear.

And now he's crying with a gun to his murderer's head. He says he’s not talking about the other rogues, just him. Just the Joker. He throws you a gun. You won't do it--can't do it. You need to save the Joker. To prove that you can. You need to save Jason. To show him this isn't the way. You can't have any more failures.

(“He took me from you!”)

Jason's going to do it himself, he says. "If you want to stop me, you're going to have to shoot me. Right in the face."

You can't let anyone die. You can't let the Joker die. It's your mission. There's so much blood. The batarang had to have had to knick the carotid artery in his neck. No one could survive it. The Joker is cackling with glee. You hear it in the walls of your skull. The bomb goes off. You don’t hear that at all.

Oh God. You killed your so—

You’re still gone, you think

You see Jason on patrol sometimes. High collar and still branding himself as Red Hood. There’s a red bat on his chest now. You don’t think it’s a compliment. The East End loves him. Jason still can't let the Joker go. Can’t—won’t move on.

Not till he's dead he says.

Take a moment to imagine yourself as a fledgling vigilante--Batman.

— — —

Anyway my meta turned into a 2nd POV fic????? but like that's not the point. The point is: That’s the impact of why Jason chose the name he did. It’s important to me that you all recognize these full-circle story beats. Do you see my vision?

Jason planned everything when he made his big debut. You don't think that dramatic-ass bastard thought about the name? Jason is mocking Bruce: both his fears and failures as a vigilante.

But that throwaway line is one of those really minor details that really bug me because it's so easy to throw out a panel and say “Jason's bad at naming things Haha" It's much harder to commit to "show, not tell" where writers have to trust their readers to get between the lines and figure out long-term connections.

As well as it's just another way Lobdell undermines Jason's goals in UtRH by saying "He couldn't think of anything else" compared to Winick's Jason who is laughing and mocking Bruce by taking up the mantle of Red Hood. Showing he's not afraid of what happened to him. Spitting in the face of the world that burned him and yelling “I’m still here!” Owning it. He's not afraid of Bruce. And he's definitely not afraid of the Joker.

I want Jason to get a new identity one day too but to do so before Jason ever gets his joker closure cuts his story short. (Which is a creative way of saying it’s never gonna happen unfortunately). I think if he gets one before he finishes the story and closes the cycle, it would be the final nail in the “Jason’s a batfamily member” coffin as it would probably be written as “Jason seeing the error of his ways” rather than for himself moving on to heal for himself.

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #jason todd meta #the joker #sorry I got carried away. it will happen again #I'm literally gonna be sick it makes me so angry #i merged pre and post-crisis together and y'all are going to enjoy it God Damn It #Me? Posting commentary again? In this economy? it's more likely than you think

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Always ask first - Toto wolff AU Part 2

Summary : It's just being a FAKE sugar baby what could go wrong… right?

Pairing : Toto wolff x Tatiana Sinclair (Oc)

Author notes : I made some adjustments to Toto Wolff's age (40) and portrayed him as never having been married before.

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Tatiana sat in a dimly lit corner of the café near her Oxford campus, her head buried in her research notes

Her blue hoodie and faded jeans reflected her indifference towards her appearance, She looked like the typical stressed-out student, feeling utterly drained from her deep dive into Energy and Propulsion Physics research.

"Ugh, I can't believe I'm still stuck on this project," Tatiana muttered to herself, her fingers tapping nervously on her laptop's keyboard. Her body felt like it had been through a whirlwind, and she was on the brink of tears. "I'm so burned out."

Just as Tatiana contemplated her life choices and the sheer exhaustion she felt, a sudden commotion broke her concentration. It sounded like an argument, and her curiosity got the best of her.

She glanced over to see an elegantly dressed woman engaged in a "heated" exchange with a man. It was hard to miss her striking appearance, but Tatiana didn't recognize her, and she only caught a glimpse of the man.

The woman did all the talking, while the man responded with an annoyed huff. Unfortunately for her, the man seemed more bored than genuinely interested in the conversation.

Overhearing their conversation, Tatiana couldn't resist eavesdropping.

The woman was boastfully bragging about her new boyfriend and flaunting her wealthy lifestyle, prompting Tatiana to roll her eyes at such a pretentious display.

As the (ahem) 'conversation' between the woman and the man continued, Tatiana decided to take a break from her research.

She couldn't concentrate with all the drama happening right next to her. She closed her laptop and approached the café counter to order a much-needed coffee.

While waiting for her coffee, she overheard the woman say, "Well, you should see my boyfriend. He's working on a groundbreaking project here at Oxford. It's going to change everything."

Tatiana raised an eyebrow. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she discreetly tried to get a better look at the man the woman was talking about. To her shock, she recognized him instantly. It was Toto Wolff.

As the conversation between the woman and him continued, Tatiana couldn't help but overhear snippets of their discussion.

the woman scoffed, "Honestly, you are always so busy with your work. You never have time for anything else, unlike my current boyfriend."

Tatiana's gaze met Toto Wolff's for a brief moment, and she couldn't help but feel empathy for him. She thought to herself, "It must be tough for him, mature people problem indeeed”

Feeling a bit stiff from sitting for too long, Tatiana stretched her arms upward, inadvertently locking eyes with Toto Wolff once more. This time, his expression appeared almost pleading

Tatiana looked at him, feeling sorry for his predicament, and thought to herself, "Should I help? What excuse can I come up with?"

After a moment, Tatiana continued to observe Toto Wolff, quietly saying to herself, "I'll lend a hand. Don't blame me if anything goes wrong."

Tatiana adjusted her clothes, though there was nothing much to fix.

She approached Toto and the woman, adopting a youthful demeanor "Daddy, I had no idea you were here all this time. Sorry, I've been so caught up with my work," Tatiana said as she sat down next to Toto and put her arm around him.

Toto gave Tatiana a surprised look, and Tatiana responded with a look that seemed to say, "I've helped you out, just play along."

The woman in front of Toto looked startled and glanced at Tatiana.

Tatiana pretended not to notice the woman and continued to speak to Toto, "Daddy, uh, I mean Toto, who is she, is she your friend?”

HA, as if she had accidentally let the word "Daddy" slip from her lips.

The woman introduced herself as Lilibeth Thornwood, and Tatiana pretended not to recognize her as Toto's ex. They engaged in small talk, exchanging pleasantries.

In the midst of their conversation, Lilibeth dropped subtle hints about her close past with Toto, saying things like, "Oh, you used to love this dish," as she tried to create a scene.

Toto, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, urged Lilibeth to stop and said, "Lilibeth, we are over."

But Lilibeth remained unconvinced and began reminiscing about their passionate history, insisting, "We may have broken up, but there's still an undeniable connection between us."

Suddenly, Tatiana burst into tears. She dramatically exclaimed, her voice quivering with a hint of anger and sadness, “Toto, are you leaving me for her? Are you here to secretly meet her?” She let out a convincing sob. “I can't believe you'd do this. I thought what we had was special”

Tatiana continued to fake her surprise and sadness, her tears flowing freely. Toto, seeing her reaction, panicked and tried to comfort her, feeling cornered by the intense drama unfolding before him. He didn't know Tatiana's name, so he use a safe way around it

“Baby, please don't cry” even though it sounded incredibly awkward coming from him. He reassured Tatiana, “I won't ever leave you. I didn't mean to run into Lilibeth here” with a firm conviction in his voice, embracing her fully in a bid to console her amidst the escalating melodrama

Lilibeth began to feel increasingly uncomfortable as she watched Toto and Tatiana engrossed in their dramatic exchange. It was as if they were in their own world, and she started to realize that her presence had disrupted something between them.

Trying to come up with an excuse to leave the café, she glanced at her phone and feigned surprise.

"Oh my, would you look at the time!" Lilibeth exclaimed, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. "I just remembered, I have a meeting I can't miss. It was lovely catching up with you, Toto."

Toto, somewhat relieved by the prospect of Lilibeth leaving, quickly responded, "Yes, it was nice seeing you, Lilibeth."

With a polite nod, Lilibeth made her exit, leaving Toto and Tatiana to their own devices.  

After Lilibeth left the café, Tatiana let out a quiet "Finally."

However, just as Tatiana started to gather her things, her phone alarm suddenly went off, startling her. She realized she had a class to attend and was running late. In a hurry, she rushed back to her table to tidy up her belongings.

Toto followed her and thanked Tatiana for her help. Tatiana replied, "It's okay; you have no idea how much I wanted to try crying in public like this. I've needed a release lately."

As Tatiana was about to leave, Toto tried to stop her, wanting to continue their conversation. He insisted on offering her something in return, but Tatiana declined, saying she didn't need anything.

Tatiana was almost late for her class, but she quickly jotted down her phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to Toto. "I'm so sorry, but I can't afford to be any later to my class, and my professor is really strict. If you ever want to talk or discuss anything further, you can reach me at this number. Even though you don't have to contact me, as I mentioned earlier, we're even. I'm glad I could help and deepen my acting skills today. Bye, Toto. It was nice to meet you, and yes, don't look surprised, I know who you are, and no, I will not be revealing this in public... well, maybe. Anyway, once again, goodbye”

#toto wolff x oc #toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #formula 1 imagine #f1 smau #Toto wolff from sebbycha

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TWINcognito mode Part 6(Tim and Danny Pretend to be Twins AU) (lmfao nah they adopted Danny they ain't pretending anymore)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, AO3

Alfred looked up from where he was polishing the last segment of the giant penny, just as one of Master Bruce’s civilian cars came to a rather sudden halt. The doors opened to an unholy cacophony of shouting and adolescent rage, and an almost desperate Master Bruce attempting to gain control of the situation.

With a clatter of a dropped school bag, Master Duke stumbled down the stairs, looking as perplexed as Alfred himself was.

Miss Barbara appeared on the screen, looking very much like she either wished to throttle the shouting siblings or was about to retreat to her bed.

Miss Cassandra appeared on the screen as well; the only one of any of them who looked amused. Well bully for her, then. If only they could all be so lucky as to be in a different country at that moment.

“Master Tim,” Alfred started, raising his voice just enough to warrant a pause in the ongoing argument, “Would you be so kind as to tell us why you are dressed like Master Danny?”

That was the wrong question.

That was the entirely wrong question to ask, and Alfred knew the second he saw the expression on Master Damian’s face.

“Timothy thought that running away from his problems instead of facing them was the answer, as usual, and-”

“-I do not run away from my problem you insufferable little-”

“-Opted to trade places with Daniel instead of standing and fighting for him-”

“-So are you saying I’d able to win against Bruce-”

“-Now Todd is on the run with Daniel at his mercies-”

“-It’s fine; Jason seems to like Danny, he’s-”

“-Perhaps we should let Master Bruce speak,” Alfred interrupted, cutting into their particular version of bonding.

Master Bruce looked like he very much did not want to speak.

“...Master Bruce, please enlighten us as to the reason for this meeting.”

Master Bruce avoided Alfreds gaze.

“B tried to kill Danny.”

“I did not!”

“You are overreacting, Timothy. But yes, father did inadvertently attempt to murder the superior twin.”

“I’m sorry,” Master Dick’s voice echoed through the cave, as cold and as terrifying as his eyes, “Bruce did what?”

Oh dear.

~~~~~~

Jason threw his helmet against the wall in rage.

Danny, very helpfully, staggered over to it and brought it back to him, taking care to only scorch it a little bit with his uncontrolled energy arcs. Jason did not take it back.

“Do we feel better now?”

No, no he did not.

“Jason, you gotta take Danny to the Cave; Dick’s on a warpath,” Barbara sighed through his earpiece, “I’ve muted myself on their side but he won’t calm down until he sees Danny. You know Danny will be safe there, and I’ll take over the security systems to guarantee an easy escape if I’m wrong.”

“Jason, why does Tim wear these suits?”

“Jason, please, just-”

“-I feel like my skin is fighting me-”

“-Take Danny to-”

“-Was the sky always pink?”

“-Shut up!” Jason snapped, only to end up with his own helmet braining him.

“You shut up, you…you fruitloop,” Danny hissed, sounding for all the world like he’d just gravely insulted Jason.

That was adorable, but Jason was too pissed to acknowledge that.

He did file it away for use later, though. As blackmail material, obviously.

“Okay, fine. I’ll take the little menace to the Cave, and I want a guaranteed easy escape.”

“Done. Good luck getting him on your bike.”

Danny struck one of the sloppiest fighting poses Jason had ever seen in his life, literally hissing like a cat. Jason heard a click as Barbara disconnected, the coward.

“You can’t or he’ll kill me! And I’ll kick your butt to prove it!”

“How does that make any sense?”

Danny attempted to throw a punch in response, but overbalanced and landed on his face, using his bad hand to attempt to stop himself. Jason watched apathetically as the younger of the twins dragged himself off of the ground and cradled the burned appendage, before making seal-eyes at Jason.

“You did this to yourself,” Jason said flatly.

The eyes started to water.

“But it hurts,” whined Danny.

“I don’t care,” mocked Jason, “Suck it up, pipsqueak, and get on the bike.”

~~~~~~

Duke was not hiding.

He absolutely was fucking not.

He was just…staying out of the line of fire.

Watching as the scariest version of Dick he’d ever seen glared Bruce, Damian, and Tim into silence as the eldest forced them all to wait for Danny to get there.

Duke opened his mouth to ask for maybe some clarifying information, possibly to learn what exactly had happened while he’d been at school, before closing it with a quiet click.

He wasn’t sure that drawing Dick’s attention on him would be a good thing.

Instead, he made himself scarce and waiting for oh thank god he could hear the motorcycle.

Jason came to a screeching halt, and looked just as pissed as Dick, and Danny was…stumbling like he was drunk.

“Dude, are you drunk?” Slipped out of Duke’s mouth before he could stop himself.

Danny immediately course-corrected to beeline towards Duke, which was very unfortunate because that would take him off of the vehicle pad and into the dark, deadly abyss between them.

Jason didn’t even look over as he grabbed Danny by the collar of his very expensive looking jacket and hauled him down the walkway.

“No,” Danny whined, making grabby hands at Duke, “Save me Duke they’re gonna make me suck it up!”

“Suck what up?” Duke asked, stepping out of his not-a-hiding-place and hurrying over.

“My hand,” Danny wailed, waving a bandaged hand in the air as proof.

Jason manhandled Danny to his front so he could shove him at Tim, who caught his twin and glared at the crime lord.

“You couldn’t be a little more gentle?”

“He burned my helmet and then hit me with it, fuck you.”

“As expected, even incapacitated Daniel maintains the ability to attempt to defend himself. Timothy, learn from this.”

Tim attempted to reach out to presumably throttle Damian, but Danny decided to fully lean on his twin and forced Tim to put all of his efforts into keeping an inebriated meta upright.

Duke diverted his eyes from their antics to keep focus on the bigger problem.

Dick.

Dick, who actually looked like he was slowly relaxing as his shoulders fell from their tense position.

Dick, who now looked much more likely to listen to people talk since he’d confirmed that Danny was…not fine, but would be.

“So…can we know what happened now?” Duke asked, really needing to wrap up whatever this was so he could get started on his…homework. Yes. That was what he was going to do.

“I’m a god,” Danny answered, completely serious as he hid his face in his twins chest, “I can see it all so clearly now; everything is connected and I control all the realms and tax laws need constant reformation.”

Duke, as well as almost everyone in the room, elected to ignore this.

Well, he would have, if it hadn’t been for Bruce suddenly looking very, very ill. Duke supposed he would; the rich were afraid of taxes, after all.

“Bruce?” Duke asked cautiously, drawing attention to the man, “Hey, tax reforms aren’t that bad, you don’t have to be scared!”

“Bruce,” Dick ordered, much less cautiously, “Spill.”

~~~~~~

Dick, contrary to what he let his family believe, did not allow himself to be blinded by familial love to what was right in front of him.

He did allow his emotions to get the better of him, he would be the first to admit that. Second, if he couldn’t say it faster than Bruce.

He was quick to anger, tended to catastrophize, and generally did not have a sleep schedule to speak of, which only heightened the emotions he felt on a daily basis.

And he had worked so fucking hard to overcome all of that.

He wasn’t proud of who he had been, but he was working to be better than that. Every day was a chance to be a better person, and he was getting better about the frequency he fucked it up.

When Tim had left on his date and left Dick with Danny, Dick had been able to read the excitement and nervousness in the younger twin like an open book. He’d also taken note that Danny did not seem as able to hide his emotions as Tim, and okay, maybe he’d taken advantage of that.

He would blame the cop in him if he didn’t know for sure it was the Bat.

It wasn’t that Danny wasn’t as smart as Tim, it was just that Danny wasn’t as crime-oriented as Tim. Danny wasn’t constantly on guard or gathering information or reading people’s body language. He didn’t have to.

Danny, Dick discovered within five minutes of Tim leaving, loved engineering and space and hyperfixated on the topics just like Tim hyperfixated on cases.

Honestly, they hadn’t even watched the movie right away; Danny had let slip that he wanted glow-in-the-dark stars and Dick had pulled up all open toy stores on his phone.

Danny, Dick discovered, gave away information he did not mean when he was lecturing about something he was obsessive over.

So Dick had gotten a ladder, let Danny ‘forget’ he could fly so that his little brother could order him around, and set about decorating the ceiling with every single constellation Danny could pull from memory. In between placing the stars, he’d ask small, inconsequential questions. Questions Tim would never answer, but Danny was so distracted and unsuspecting that he answered them right away.

The thing that stuck out to Dick, immediately, was the way Danny worded things.

“Because ever since we’ve been introduced, we’ve literally never hung out,” Danny had said.

“Do you have anything else to say?” Tim had asked.

Danny kept commenting how he’d never known XYZ about Dick, that Dick had never told him about whatever story Dick was regaling him with, informing Dick about whether or not he liked or disliked something, and just…acting like he’d never met Dick before, and was doing everything but outright saying it.

The most damning evidence Dick managed to gather, however, was how Danny would pause before being introduced to a snack. Like he didn’t know if he would like it or not, like it was new to him.

So Dick chose a movie he’d seen a million times before, something he could easily pretend to watch while he compiled what he’d found out in his head.

It was an old movie, a cult classic, and the attention Danny was giving it indicated that he’d never even heard of it before.

So.

Danny was a clone, then.

If he had been an alternate version of Tim, he would have known some things about Dick’s personal tastes, and if he had been Tim’s twin from a different dimension, then at least some of the things they’d talked about would have overlapped.

But it was all new to him.

That left cloning.

Danny looked nothing like Kon, and Dick was certain that he and Superman had successfully shredded Tim’s cloning lab, soTim and Luthor were out.

But Tim had a lot of enemies.

The issue was finding out which one…

Tim’s spleen.

That would have been a good source of DNA material, and only one person had both the remains of Tim’s organ and the money to afford a cloning operation.

Ra’s Al Fucking Ghul.

It wasn’t enough that the freak was chasing his little brother’s skirts, he’d resorted to creating his own version of Tim to play with.

And Tim had gotten him away, without reaching out to the family for help. Again.

It would match Danny’s cover story about being deep cover, but it snagged on one thing.

Why hadn’t Tim taken Danny out with him when he’d infiltrated the League to get Bruce back?

So Danny had been in the League, and if he was a clone then that would explain…well, everything.

Dick watched Danny through the corner of his eye, noticing for the first time what his small fidgets were for.

Lightly rubbing fingers on rough surfaces, check. Reaching up to touch a specific area of his face, check. The small undercurrent of fear that would rise when the movie slowed, check. Deep, controlled breaths when the movie touched on certain subject, check. Slowly but surely burrowing his way into his oversized hoodie until the only skin visible was his face, check.

All pointed towards grounding himself, all pointed towards previous trauma.

Dick decided to ask for confirmation, without asking for confirmation.

“Man, I forgot how cheesy this movie could be,” he chuckled, leaning further into the couch, “Real assassins don’t move like that.”

Danny snorted, nodding in agreement.

“Way too many useless moves; they’d get seriously punished for the excess time it took.”

Yup.

Yup yup yup.

That was the League speaking.

And from how Danny had tensed his shoulders, how that flash of fear had briefly shown in his eyes, that was also experience speaking.

Dick had thought he’d protected Tim from Ra’s, but apparently Ra’s had found a workaround.

Dick wasn’t worried about brainwashing; that would have been the first thing Tim dealt with.

Tim had taken this clone, cleaned him up, gotten him on his feet, and declared him his twin, and okay; that was their choice, and if that was what they wanted their identities to be, then that was what they were. They wanted to play a prank on the family? Fine, Dick didn’t have any issue with it.

He was thrilled to have another brother, if he was honest. Especially one insistent on being a civilian; that was one less sibling he had to worry about on his patrols.

What he did have an issue with, however, was that Ra’s had managed to traumatize one of his little brothers, and had done it with Dick none the wiser.

By the time the movie had ended, Dick had worked himself up too much about it, and could feel the explosive outburst teasing the edge of his mind.

So he’d all but run from the penthouse, and crime in Gotham that night feared Nightwing far more than it did Batman.

Presently, he could feel the explosion that had been building ease back as he watched Danny make a nuisance of himself to his twin. He watched them for another moment, before turning his attention to Bruce.

Bruce, who looked like he knew something, but clearly had made a move without knowing everything.

All this talk about Bruce trying to kill Danny was making Dick consider putting that same fear he’d put into the criminal underbelly of Gotham that night into his father.

“Bruce,” he ordered, fighting to keep his voice level, “Spill.”

~~~~~~

Damian used Timothy as a distraction, grabbing Daniel’s hand and ensuring that its bandage was not removed or knocked loose. It was not going well; the hand was occasionally sparking and Daniel kept trying to pull it away.

Daniel only stopped trying to squirm away when he realized it was Damian who was touching him, whereupon he took it upon himself to transfer his weight from Timothy to Damian with a cry of “El-witwaat!”.

Damian used the momentum to make Daniel sit, allowing for the undamaged hand to wrap around him in exchange for free access to the injured hand.

He finally managed to re-tighten the slightly-burned bandage in time to listen to Father’s lackluster explanation.

“I was under the wrongful impression that Danny was from another dimension, and wanted to send him back so that his version of Bruce would not worry,” he started, laying out the most relevant facts and keeping his hands at his sides and his stance non-threatening, “I was unaware I was implying that I would send him to his death; I will no longer be pursuing that course of action.”

There was an unimpressed silence from Richard, before he spoke but a single word.

“Clone.”

Damian heard Father let out a soft exclamation, but tuned him out to look down at the twin plastered to his front.

Damian went over their past interactions, the way that Daniel had worded things, how Daniel interacted with the world; and Damian was surprised that Daniel had gone out of his way to never once lie to Damian, personally. Certainly, he’d lied to the others to keep the charade going, but everything with Damian had been worded so carefully that it had never strayed out of the realm of truth.

Damian did not feel betrayed by this.

He felt relieved.

He did not have to walk on eggshells, wondering if his current actions would stay on track for past actions. He no longer felt that he had to outdo a past version of himself that he could not recall.

Damian would begrudgingly grant that Timothy’s idea was an excellent training exercise in jumping to wrong conclusions, or accepting the facts presented before him without question.

The youngest Wayne turned to glare at Timothy even as the older twin-progenitor? Twin. Damian could see them as nothing else-attempted to console Daniel.

“Do you intend to throw him away, now that you’ve utilized him as a tool for your test?”

Timothy had always been against Damian, and Damian had always been against Timothy. They had a history of fighting each other, and were more likely to draw blood than to agree on something.

But Damian had never seen the look of hatred on Timothy’s face that his brother directed at him after he asked that question.

Good.

“He’s my twin, I don’t care where he came from-”

“-Good, then we actually agree on something for once,” Damian interrupted, not wishing to hear whatever monologue the buffoon was about to prattle on about.

Daniel was his brother, and the only brother he had a normal relationship with.

Luck was with Timothy, as Damian had been fully prepared to fight to keep it that way, and thought that Timothy could stand to gain a few more holes in his body.

~~~~~~

Bruce took in the scene in front of him.

Danny was coddling Damian, who was mother-henning over Danny in his own way. Tim hovered over them both, unsure of how to handle himself since his twin had attached himself to their youngest.

Jason had turned on his heel and marched towards the stairs, presumably to raid the kitchen, Dick had collapsed into a chair and was taking deep, meditative breaths, and Duke looked like he was having fourteen epiphanies at the same time.

Alfred stood with perfect poise and raised an eyebrow at Bruce.

“I’m so sorry sir; given that you had not informed me of your ongoing theories as to Master Danny’s existence, I assumed that you knew.”

It was blindingly clear that Alfred knew that Bruce had not known, and that not telling him was payback for Bruce not including Alfred in his research.

Barbara had chewed them out for lack of communication, and she had been right. If they had just talked to each other, then the massive misunderstanding he’d had wouldn’t have happened.

Fine.

“I also have to report that according to Constantine, he’s acting as the eyes for a god of some sort in this dimension.”

“Yeah, that checks,” Tim piped up, obviously distracted.

Dick stopped his meditative breathing.

Bruce turned slowly to face Tim.

“What,” Duke said flatly from behind him.

Tim looked a bit cornered.

Luckily, Danny had zero self-control.

“Beelzebub stole me from my Lair and put me in a mortal body and now I’m alive again and sometime’s people want to talk to me so Tim put a tracker in my leg.”

Bruce kept his gaze on Tim.

Tim kept his gaze on Danny.

“Tim,” said Bruce.

“Bruce,” answered Tim.

“Isn’t Beelzebub a demon?” Asked Duke.

“Beelzebub is a bitch,” clarified Danny.

“Language!”

“Sorry, Alfred,” Danny moaned, before whispering to Damian, “But he is, though.”

“Why does he need a tracker, Tim?” Dick cut in, looking exactly how Bruce felt.

“He may have been a big name in the afterlife, and people can sometimes summon him and he’ll just…poof,” Tim mumbled, miming an explosion with his hands, “So the tracker alerts me if he just randomly jumps locations. I can set it to alert on your phones too, if you give me fifteen minutes.”

Bruce frowned.

The tracker was a good idea then; they’d be able to find Danny if he was summoned and retrieve him back home safely.

Dick looked rather like he’d swallowed a lemon.

“So you just…violated his autonomy?”

“No, he actually agreed to the tracker.”

“Cultists are scary and I like being alive.”

Damian nodded solemnly, fully agreeing with Danny’s decision.

Bruce sighed, electing to ruffle Danny’s hair as he walked past him to the BatComputer.

He had a PR shitshow to navigate, and Danny needed to sleep off the morphine before he made Duke’s head explode.

“So one of my brothers is a prophet?!”

Too late, it seemed. Duke was falling down the conspiracy rabbit hole that Tim’s boyfriend loved to swim in.

@terzatheunderscorerima @darkbiscuitvoidstudent @akikkobara @reach-for-the-horizon @bitter-coffeecup @moodycow210 @kisatamao @thefantasmarex @fisher-with-the-morbs @jaguarthecat @jotaroslooseeyebrowhair @moonshell25 @tundra1029 @hoarder-of-gender @depressed-bitchy-demon @kisatamao @countessdragon @sara0055

#dcxdp #dpxdc #TWINcognito mode #tim and danny pretend to be twins au #phanfic

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dykedvonte · 29 days

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I know it’s a cut line but Victor comparing Benny’s name to “Bunny” is so condescending and makes so much more sense than calling him fancy pants like he does in game proper.

Victor is a creation of House and his personal spy bot for the Courier and inadvertently Benny. Knowing how patronizing House can be I can imagine it’s a hated in joke between House and Benny that whenever Benny asks too many questions or is being combative House would tell him to hop along and purposely mispronounce his name as “Bunny”. Him adding it to the more personalitied Securitrons is a petty thing he would do.

Bonus irritation on Benny’s part if you imagine he adopting the name Benny at House’s behest and now it’s being used to mock him.

#bonus points because Benny is named after Bugsy Siegel so it’s like bugs bunny if you like word association #but nah like I can’t imagine talking to house as an underling is a pleasant experience he exudes a condescending attitude #he’d do some shit like make fun of you for following a rule he enforces cause I know some of his rules are just about control #please ask me about fallout new Vegas characters I think and have so much words for them #fallout #fallout new vegas #robert edwin house #mr house fnv #benny gecko #benny fnv

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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 11]

As I've mentioned, Kerubim and Julith have Beef.

As far as she is concerned, whether he was behind her framing (he wasn't) he is one of the people to blame. He defeated her that fateful day, and then she never saw her son again.

I've already went into detail, on the way "killing" her has affected him, (A mixture of horror and duty. Killing a mother and making a child an orphan for the sake of a city. Being grateful for her dying because it made him a father instead. Feeling awful for that thought.) but it is interesting, how he reacted to her turning out to be alive, when he killed her with his own hands.

Seething. Perhaps even coping.

This is chichala, which we had seen. I suppose he uses it to buff himself up before the boss fight. Drinking alcohol before a fight is very much RPG logic.

Sadly, there are no interesting buffs to it in-game:

I think a lot about the way Kerubim, Joris, and Atcham would be characterized in video game logic, by the way. I still have no working theory of how the hell their fighting styles would synergize. Would Joris be their buffer/debuffer? Their glass canon? Both? And do any of them take ranged weapons on missions...?

They probably do. It'd be kinda dumb not to. Personally, I like to imagine that Atcham would be the one using those, most of the time. He has that "skyrim stealth archer" vibe to him. (Though they're all melee users, through and through.)

Despite how smug he is at a couple of moments, he really was struggling during this fight.

My honest reaction whenever Kerubim does this fucking face is just:

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This is very much a "deeply mentally ill adoptive father (who inadvertently ruined his child's life by adopting them to atone for his sins + because he was abused as a child) fighting through an army for his child before dying in their arms and saying they're the only good thing he ever had" look for him.

Another reason that one has to support both women's rights and wrongs when talking about Julith, is that, like.,.. what was she playing at, here? There are two possibilities:

That she would destroy whoever has the dragon's soul and set it free, giving her an advantage.

That Kerubim would shield that person.

Either one is good. :)

Either way she was perfectly willing to risk/attempt blowing up a random, innocent person, who was hiding from her.

My personal headcanon is that while Julith is physically stronger than Kerubim, she lost ten years prior because she couldn't stop thinking about The Baby. Where were they taking Joris? Did Bakara leave with him? Is Joris alright? Didn't Jahash give him to this cat man, who was now trying to kill her? What the fuck is going on, who did this, why, why, why?

I imagine seeing him lose for the exact same reason brings her great pleasure.

the nonbinary slay here was insane

Guys I think this might be bad for Joris's long term mental stability.

On a more serious note, I think there should be more content about Joris fucking hating Julith. During the movie? There's too much going on to work out what he feels.

But after? He has all the time in the world to hate her for everything she did.

I do think that he probably grew up and found whoever framed her to take revenge on/to get justice. But hating her, and wanting to clear her name of the crimes she DIDN'T commit so she could have some peace in death, so that people would stop smearing her name, — are two things that can coexist.

Like to slap his bald scaly head, reblog to slap his bald scaly head.

Kerubim never changed his stupid ass baka "George George the Farmer Farmer" name.

Though we've been knew.

BAD. I DON'T LIKE THIS.

AND she recognizes him by the blue eyes. AND, this implies that, for the entirety of the Dofus show, — and the entirety of Wakfu as well, since he, once again, has yellow eyes there, — he had dragon eyes.

Imagine being Simone, waking up at 3am, realizing because you forgot something in Joris and Kerubim's bedroom, sneaking in, and seeing this.

It also raises some questions about adult Joris, because we know he no longer has Grougalorasalar in him. The easiest explanation is that he spent so much time with the dragon, that after their final separation, his eyes couldn't change anymore.

After all, — the changes the dragon made to his height/skin/hair are permanent. It would make sense that, with time, even his eyes would be permanently altered.

I don't think it's a sad thing, by the way. Imagine going your whole life with beautiful brown eyes that look a bit like your adoptive father's. Then imagine suddenly having blue eyes (scary) and that they're your Dead Father's Who You Never Met but whom everyone misses. Like which pair of eyes would you choose? Because I think there IS a right answer to this riddle.

I think Julith has convinced herself that whoever took her and Jahash out wouldn't want loose ends, and that Joris was taken out as well, or something. Maybe that's why he wasn't really on her mind.

Mind you, this is a tinfoil hat headcanon.

This is so beautiful, to me... She was so emotionally stricken by seeing him again as his mother, that his father, who was both fatally wounded and stricken by seeing her perform deeply painful dark rituals on his son after traumatizing him, could land one last hit on her to save said son.

Julith has been a mother for a grand total of a few days to a month, while Kerubim has been for 10 years. Of course, her first concern is getting surprised it's him, and not that she hurt him. Because she couldn't even dream that she'd ever see him again.

There's a tragedy in that. She never even had a chance to learn how to be his mother, or who he is as a person, — she was the mother of an infant. Her love for him is far more theoretical than Kerubim's.

It's a love for Joris not as a person, but as a lost opportunity.

So she has no regrets about hurting him, — and she will hurt him as many times as it takes, if that's what it takes to get back her family.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #Youtube

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Ok this might be a long shot, but I was thinking; the reader is a new student and all of the Cullens immediately feel a pull towards them (they’re mates with all of them) and because the reader is shy they find it hard to approach and talk to them.

Not a long shot at all, thank you for requesting :)

❝the mating pull❞

✭ pairing : cullens x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is the new girl at Forks Highschool, she just wanted to get through the new school year unnoticed but that’s kinda hard to do when you’re suddenly the center of attention for all of the schools hot and mystery students

✭ twilight masterlist

The town of Forks was shrouded in a perpetual grayness that matched (Y/N)'s apprehensive mood as she stepped out of the car. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she stared at the unfamiliar facade of Forks High School.

The decision to move to this small, rainy town had been made for her, and she was determined to make the best of it, even though her social anxiety had other plans.

Clutching her backpack tightly, (Y/N) took a deep breath and made her way towards the main entrance. She kept her gaze fixed on the ground, feeling the weight of the stares from her new classmates.

She was hyper-aware of the curious glances and hushed whispers that followed her every step. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), a group of students had gathered by the school's entrance, their gazes fixated on her.

Among them was Edward Cullen, whose keen senses had already picked up on her presence even before she had stepped out of the car. He exchanged a knowing glance with his adoptive siblings: Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett.

(Y/N)'s quiet demeanor had caught their attention, but it was more than that. There was an inexplicable pull that tugged at their instincts, an unexplainable feeling that left them simultaneously bewildered and intrigued. Each of them felt a unique connection to her, a bond that defied reason.

As (Y/N) entered the school building, she hesitated before her locker. Fingers fumbling with the combination, she struggled to ignore the sensation of being watched. She had always preferred the background, the safety of being unnoticed, but it seemed that fate had other plans for her.

In the cafeteria during lunch, (Y/N) found herself a secluded corner table. She pulled out a book, hoping to lose herself in its pages and escape the sea of unfamiliar faces.

However, as she glanced up, her eyes inadvertently met a golden gaze that sent a jolt of electricity down her spine. Edward Cullen was seated at a distance, his penetrating gaze holding hers for a moment longer than was usual.

(Y/N)'s heart raced as she quickly dropped her gaze back to her book, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and unease. Little did she know, Edward wasn't the only one who had felt that strange connection. Alice's eyes had widened with realization, and she exchanged an excited glance with her siblings.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, with (Y/N) managing to avoid drawing too much attention to herself. Yet, the strange feeling of being watched persisted, and she couldn't shake off the uncanny sensation that someone, or rather, someones, were following her every move.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, (Y/N) practically fled the building. She was eager to retreat to the solitude of her new home, away from the prying eyes and overwhelming emotions that seemed to surround her at every turn.

Unbeknownst to her, the Cullen siblings watched her departure from a distance, each lost in their own thoughts. The connection they felt towards (Y/N) was unlike anything they had ever experienced before, and they were determined to uncover the mystery behind it.

Cullen siblings? Was there something more to this than she could comprehend? Her anxiety warred with her curiosity, leaving her feeling both excited and overwhelmed.

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/N)'s interactions with the Cullens deepened. Edward's conversations became more frequent, his inquisitive nature drawing her out of her shell.

Rosalie's confidence inspired her to be bolder, while Emmett's humor never failed to make her laugh. Jasper's calming presence made her feel more at ease, and Alice's friendship brought a sense of adventure into her life.

Though (Y/N) was still navigating the complexities of her new friendships, a sense of belonging began to take root. She started to see beyond her own fears and anxieties, opening up to the possibility of forming deeper connections.

One evening, as twilight bathed the town in its soft glow, the Cullens invited (Y/N) to their home. Nervous but intrigued, she accepted the invitation. The Cullen residence was nothing short of impressive, yet it held an air of warmth that made her feel welcome.

Seated in the living room, surrounded by the Cullens, (Y/N) felt a sense of tranquility she had never experienced before. It was as though the puzzle pieces of her life were slowly falling into place, revealing a bigger picture she had never dared to imagine.

As the evening wore on, Edward finally broached the subject that had been on all their minds. "We've all felt a connection to you, (Y/N), a bond that defies explanation."

(Y/N)'s heart raced, and she met the gazes of each Cullen sibling in turn. Their expressions held a mixture of earnestness and vulnerability.

"We've come to realize," Rosalie continued, "that the connection we feel towards you isn't just coincidental. It's something more profound."

“Firstly what we say may come off as strange at first but just know we are telling the absolute truth,” Emmett says.

Jasper's voice was calm as he added, "We believe that you're our mate, (Y/N). All of ours."

(Y/N)'s breath caught in her throat. The weight of their words hung in the air, filling the room with a charged energy. Her mind raced, trying to process the enormity of what they were saying.

“Mate?”

Edward reached out, his hand finding hers, his touch gentle yet electric. "It's okay if you need time to understand and accept this. We're here for you, no matter what."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes, but this time, they weren't tears of anxiety. They were tears of wonder, of gratitude for finding a group of people who saw her for who she truly was and accepted her unconditionally.

Though she didn’t really understand what was going on she and the cullens knew she had a inking of what they might’ve been.

As the night grew darker outside, the bond between (Y/N) and the Cullens grew stronger within the walls of their home. In the midst of uncertainty and newfound connections, she felt a glimmer of hope—a hope that maybe, just maybe, she had found a place where she truly belonged.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight masterlist #twilight scenario #twilight #twilight x reader #twilight x you #twilight x y/n

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ametrinearrows · 8 months

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Power Walk

YN watched Drew McIntyre from a distance, her curiosity piqued by his peculiar gait. He strode across the backstage area with a purposeful stride, his muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. It was hard not to notice him, especially when he moved in such a distinctive way.

She leaned against a nearby wall, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she called out to him, "Why are you walking like that?"

Drew turned towards her, his blue eyes meeting hers with a mix of surprise and amusement. He chuckled, his Scottish accent adding an extra layer of charm to his response. "Walking like what, lass?"

YN's grin widened as she pushed herself off the wall and approached him. "Like you're about to step into the ring and take on a whole army of opponents."

Drew laughed heartily, his deep voice resonating through the corridor. "Ah, you've noticed, have you?"

YN nodded, her playful demeanor infectious. "Of course! It's like you're on a mission or something."

He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, a Scotsman's gotta have a bit of flair even when he's off-duty, don't you think?"

As they walked together, YN fell into step beside him, matching his stride as best she could. It wasn't easy, considering Drew's long legs and purposeful pace, but she managed to keep up. They talked about the upcoming event, trading stories and laughter along the way.

"You know," Drew said after a while, a thoughtful look crossing his face, "sometimes it's all about the mindset. Walking like this helps me get into the right frame of mind, whether it's for a match or just facing the challenges of the day."

YN tilted her head, genuinely intrigued. "So, it's like your way of psyching yourself up?"

He nodded, a genuine smile touching his lips. "Aye, you could say that. It's a reminder that I'm capable of handling whatever comes my way, no matter how tough it might seem."

They reached a quiet corner of the backstage area, away from the hustle and bustle of the event. Drew turned to face YN, his expression earnest. "You know, lass, you can adopt your own power walk, even if you're not stepping into a ring."

She raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her eyes. "Oh really? And how would that work?"

Drew's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Stand tall, shoulders back, head held high. Stride purposefully, as if you're walking towards your next great adventure. And most importantly, believe in yourself. It's all about confidence."

YN chuckled, giving him an exaggerated nod. "Got it, Captain Confidence."

Drew laughed heartily again, the sound echoing in the corridor. "That's the spirit, YN."

As they continued their stroll, YN couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of determination. Maybe adopting a power walk, even in the mundane moments of life, was just what she needed to break through her own writer's block. With Drew's words echoing in her mind, she took a deep breath, adjusted her posture, and walked beside him with newfound purpose, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

With each step, YN could feel a surge of confidence coursing through her veins. It was as if Drew's advice had ignited a spark within her, reminding her that she too had the strength to overcome any obstacles, whether they were within the realm of wrestling or the realm of creativity.

As they walked, YN's thoughts began to wander, weaving a story in her mind. She imagined a character much like Drew, a fierce and determined warrior who faced not only physical opponents but also the trials of the heart. Her fingers itched to jot down the ideas forming in her mind, the writer's block she had been struggling with fading into the background.

Drew noticed her thoughtful expression and nudged her playfully. "I can practically see the wheels turning in that creative mind of yours."

YN laughed, a newfound energy radiating from her. "You have no idea. I think you've inadvertently given me the inspiration I needed."

He grinned, clearly pleased. "Well, I'm glad to have been of service, lass. Just remember, that power walk isn't just for show. It's a reminder that you're in control of your path."

As they reached the end of the corridor, YN's phone buzzed with a message notification. She glanced at the screen and chuckled. "Looks like my best friend is wondering where I disappeared to. She's probably worried I got lost in the labyrinth of backstage corridors."

Drew chuckled alongside her. "Well, we wouldn't want that. Best not to keep her waiting."

YN nodded, her fingers already dancing across the screen as she typed out a quick reply. "Don't worry, I've just been getting some impromptu life advice from a certain Scottish powerhouse."

Her friend's reply came almost instantly. "Oh, I can only imagine. Is he teaching you how to execute a Claymore Kick too?"

YN grinned and showed the message to Drew. "Seems like you're gaining quite the reputation."

Drew laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, it's all in good fun."

As YN and Drew made their way back towards the main area, she couldn't help but reflect on how a simple question about his walk had led to a meaningful conversation and a newfound burst of inspiration. She realized that sometimes, the smallest interactions could have the most profound impact.

"Thank you, Drew," she said softly, a genuine warmth in her voice.

He clasped her shoulder, his smile kind. "Anytime, YN. Just remember, whenever you feel that writer's block creeping in, channel that power walk and face it head-on."

And so, with a renewed sense of purpose and a creative fire in her heart, YN bid farewell to Drew and returned to her best friend, ready to dive back into her fanfiction with a newfound determination. As she typed away, her fingers moving with a newfound rhythm, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected encounter that had turned her day around in the most unexpected and wonderful way.

#ametrine arrows #ametrine arrows imagines #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #Monday night raw #smackdown #Drew mcintyre #Drew mcintyre x reader #Drew mcintyre imagine #Drew mcintyre imagines #Drew mcintyre fanfiction #wwe fanfiction

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 8 months

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Can't believe I've never asked this, but how would the townspeople react to the farmer having a baby (With the idea that they've already been here a while so they are an established member of the community).

Maybe when they are pregnant and when they've had the baby if it's not too much? (Especially if it happens to be their grandchildren)

I have to admit, I had to translate the question several times because I was hella confused. Spent about 10 minutes trying to figure out if you meant a Farmer who already has a baby (like, 2+ years old) or a Farmer who just had a baby (just being born/adopted), or the fact that Farmer came to town with a child and the child is already a full-fledged member of the community, or.... I feel dumb, I'm sorry... Hope I understood the question correctly, dear anon.

I'm not going mention pregnancy to make the Farmer without a specific gender (everyone can imagine their own Farmer). I hope that's okay with you, or feel free to ask the more specific question again. I will also write in this hedcanon exclusively non-marriage SDV candidates. Hope it's alright too! ❤️

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Oh-ho-ho! You can't hide anything from the moms and gossips of the Stardew Valley. Caroline and Jodi have already told each other everything in great detail: how cute the baby is, how happy the parents are. If it so happens that the child is their grandchild, their joy will not be limited - they already dream of the days when they, already as grandmothers, will spoil their grandchildren and coo over them.

After arriving home, Kent couldn't remember the last time he smiled sincerely. The only people who could see his smile were his family members, and that was rare. So when Kent saw the little baby laughing in Farmer's arms, he smiled so broadly that his wife and sons were even startled for a moment. In fact, the sight of the cute little baby reminded him of Sam and Vincent when they were just as little. He was grateful to both Farmer's baby and Farmer themself for helping him remember a quiet life, it was those memories that allowed him to get back on track a little faster with his beloved family and community.

Robin will be calmer than her friends, but will also be endlessly happy for Farmer when they have a baby/adopt a child. As a woman with good experience of motherhood, she will help the Farmer if they have difficulties with caring for the baby or just give some useful advice if they ask for it. And watch out if it's Robin's grandchild - she'll spoil them with wooden toys she makes herself, and she'll be a cool grandma in general.

Don't let it fool you that George is grumpy because small children are very loud, interfere with the TV and are on their way to inadvertently break a tea set in the cupboard of his house. George loves children, and if it's Alex and Farmer's baby, he'll just melt with sentimentality. He still can't believe he's lived long enough to call himself a great-grandfather..... Hear that, suckers? He's now a proud great-grandpa with the best grandchildren and great-grandchildren!

There's a baby in the Farmer's family? And Pierre just happens to have the best baby food in the store, and at a great price, plus ten percent off. All the best for a baby! .....What? Okay, okay, don't give him that look. He may be a businessman (albeit a "slightly" desperate businessman), but he's not completely insensitive. He's actually happy for Farmer and their partner that they have a long-awaited child. He's even happier that Farmer's partner happens to be his daughter Abigail. The "businessman" Pierre is relegated to the background, so the first place will be taken by "grandpa" Pierre, who is just very caring and gentle with kid, and maybe a little overprotective.

And who do we have here? Hehe, such a cute baby, they are very similar to Farmer, the same energetic, running around looking for adventure and problems. Oh, don't look so angry at Lewis, he's just joking. The Farmer has long been a full member of the Pelican Town community, and he will also happily welcome a new little member as well. At such moments, he feels proud of the position of mayor. Just please keep an eye on the baby, because they will definitely be troublemakers, just like the Farmer themself. What? Don't look at him like that, he's absolutely right!

Heh, how happy the old fisherman's eyes are that there are already many young people there in their small town. Usually all the young families with children go to the big cities to look for happiness, but Willy is glad that the Farmer has found their happiness, and family, right here. His heart will melt at all if the Farmer's child becomes interested in fishing, just like their parent once. Considering that he treat Farmer almost like his own child, it's safe to say he now has a grandchild.

No one would have thought that Demetrius, after learning that Farmer had a baby, would have such a small bout of paranoia. Since Farmer is a frequent visitor to their home, knowing that they would be visiting with the baby, Demetrius decided to remove all sharp and glass objects from the lab, as well as some of his wife's sharp tools. And the concerns for the baby's safety will be even greater if it's his grandchild. And he will be equally concerned and paranoid if it is Maru's or Sebastian's child. So don't let Sebby say that his stepfather doesn't love him: he does, but it's hard for him to find common ground with him. But he will show concern for his safety to everyone.

It doesn't matter to Evelyn that the Farmer's baby arrived by midsummer, the caring grandmother has already sewn almost a dozen different sweaters, scarves and mittens for the Farmer's baby as gifts. And it doesn't matter if it is her great-grandson or not, she will treat them with the same love and care, and will always be happy to see them and Farmer in her home. What a saintly granny, nothing to add, bless Yoba for her good heart!

Well, as if Marlon and Gil knew in advance that the Farmer was about to have a baby, as they recently stopped by the Guilds and gave the reason why they wouldn't be able to temporarily handle the adventurer's duties. Farmer had served the Valley well, protecting it from the monsters that lurked in the mines, so the old adventurers quietly let them go and wished them, their partner, and the baby happiness. Maybe when their child grows up and behaves well, Uncle Marlon and Gil will show them their collection of weapons, or tell them different stories about their adventures.

Yay! More people to play with! Jas, Vincent and Leo are excited to have another person in their company for tea parties and outdoor games. And that's all they need to be happy.

Hmm... A new addition to their family? Ah, yes, Rasmodius remembers that moment too, when he saw the Farmer's future. Though, to be honest, he saw other developments that bothered him greatly, for it included his ex-wife, strange statues, and a prismatic shard... But he was glad that Farmer had chosen this fate, though outwardly it would appear that he didn't care at all about the lives of the people of Stardew Valley. If child will show an interest in magic, feel free to visit his tower anytime. And no, he won't be giving their child that moss and fly agaric potion, so please stop looking at him so suspiciously.

Oh, how wonderful that Marnie's friend had a little happiness, and the Farmer sometimes brings this little happiness everytime they goes to visit her at the Ranch. Such a wonderful baby, she is sure that they and Jas will become wonderful friends in the future. Of course, she loves her niece and nephew (who sometimes behaves like a child too), but sometimes she would like to know what it's like to be a mother. Well, at least know what it's like to be loved. What? No no don't think anything like that, Jas and Shane love Marnie mutually, she just means SOMEONE, and she hopes that SOMEONE finally gets up the courage and confesses her feelings openly. Isn't that right, Mr. SOMEONE?

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Signed L.W. Chapter 3

Larissa Weems x Reader Chapter 3 Summary~ Harper suggests the reader apologize through a sincere text, but reader is skeptical. Eventually, they follow Harper's advice and send an apology, expecting a response the next day. However, they are shocked to receive an immediate reply.

Reader’s POV~

After what felt like an eternity, her resistance finally wavered, and a softness appeared in her eyes. Breaking the deadlock of silence, this gorgeous and somehow familiar stranger let out a gentle sigh, as if conceding to your persistence. Slowly, she inclined her head slightly and said, "Apologies, darling, let’s have a rain check? Here is my number."

After a moment of standing dumbfounded by her audacity, you couldn't help but feel a slight hint of curiosity. You watched as she discreetly slid a napkin across the bar towards you. Tentatively, you picked it up, unfolding it to reveal a phone number scribbled in bold ink and initials written perfectly in cursive. It was signed, “L.W.”...Huh, you thought to yourself. In the midst of your excitement and confusion, the mysterious woman suddenly vanished. At that moment, a thought hit you, and you couldn't help but feel incredibly embarrassed and foolish because you realized how obvious the answer was.

You practically screamed at your close friend Harper, "Of course!". You thought of the stunning lady from the park and the initials emblazoned on her handbag. Same initials… coincidence? Not at all. Finally, you made a connection between the familiar sparkle in the eyes of the drink thief and the silver-haired vixen from the park yesterday, letting out the most god-awful laugh as the absurdity of the situation sank in. You confided in Harper, revealing that the person you had shifted into for the night was the very same woman who had caught your attention in the park. Amusement had mixed with very visible shock on Harper's face as she processed your revelation.

She couldn't believe that you had unwittingly taken the form of the person you couldn’t take your mind off of and then continued to run right into her right at the bar. You know…the same bar the both of you had gone to in order for you to get her off of your mind in the first place. As you further explained the striking similarities, from the initials on the napkin to the sparkle in the woman's eyes, it became clear that she too must be a shapeshifter, putting on a disguise for a night out on the town. A tinge of guilt washed over you as you realized the need to reach out and apologize for the mix-up.

Regretfully, you admitted that this was an utter failure on your part in adhering to the basic rules of shapeshifting, something you had learned during your time at Nevermore. Feeling a sense of shame mixed with determination, you composed yourself and reached for your phone. This was going to be a long night, but at least you had her number.

Larissa’s POV~

Larissa swiftly departed from the bar, making her exit before you could raise your head from the napkin that she had discreetly passed to you. She found herself chuckling at the thought of how she had managed to astound you, fully aware that you would likely reach out to apologize for inadvertently adopting her appearance. Understanding that you were a novice shapeshifter, she granted you some leeway in her mind, realizing that your actions were not intended to cause any harm.

As she strolled along the streets for a few blocks, purposely trying to free her mind from any distractions, she eventually lifted her gaze towards the night sky. The tranquility of the scene overwhelmed her, enveloping her in a profound sense of peace and serenity. Lost in the moment, the soft chime of her phone went unnoticed initially, blending effortlessly with the stillness of the night. However, as her senses gradually recaptured their grasp on reality, Larissa finally glanced down to find a heartfelt text message awaiting her attention. It was a genuine apology, an earnest attempt by the young woman to make amends for her involuntary transformation into her – a sight that had startled and bewildered her earlier.

Reader’s POV~

“HARPER, WHAT DO I SAY–”, you practically screamed across your apartment. The two of you left the bar after your mysterious stranger left in such a rush. Both you and Harper made the decision to return to your apartment, with Harper insisting on escorting you to ensure your safety and making sure you get into bed. You looked like you were going insane and your emotions were all over the place that Harper thought it best for her to make sure you were safely home and got some rest. You managed to keep silent about the whole situation until you entered your apartment and Harper closed the door behind her. It was at this moment that you confronted her, astonishment evident in your eyes, as she proposed what seemed to be a simple solution.

"Babe, it's easy. Just text and apologize to her! Didn't you mention how she boldly claimed your drink as her own, teasingly suggesting a rain check so she could make it up to you?" You fixated your gaze on Harper as if she had suggested the most implausible and outrageous resolution to the truly unique situation you had found yourself in. Expressing your disbelief, you responded, "Harper, you can't just send a casual text to a Goddess."

Harper rolled her eyes at your words and sat down on the edge of your bed. You and her had been through so much together that you both trusted each other's judgements. She looked at you in the most sincere way and said, “Hun, this is truly an easy fix. Just tell your “goddess” that you are so very sorry for shapeshifting into her natural form. Make sure she knows it was because she fascinated you and not as a way to mock her. I’m sure she’ll realize it was all just a cute misunderstanding.”

With that, Harper hopped up and gave you a big squeeze, deciding to leave you to your own thoughts for the night and head home before it got any later. Curled up under the comforting layers of your cozy bed, you contemplated an apology for a considerable amount of time, your eyes fixated on the keyboard in front of you. The beautiful stranger's number loomed prominently at the top of the screen.

Eventually, spurred on by a mix of curiosity and the desire to make amends, you crafted a concise yet heartfelt message extending your apologies and introducing yourself, emphasizing your intentions were purely enticed by her captivating beauty. With a deep breath, you mustered the courage to press the send button, relinquishing control over the situation and awaiting her response, whenever it may happen. Anticipating for her to respond tomorrow, you never expected such a prompt reply. However, as a mere few minutes passed by, your jaw dropped in shock at the unexpected reaction that awaited you.

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