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It is still a dream of mine to find a piano playing duet buddy to do a version of this routine with me some day.
(I don’t think I could necessarily do Victor Borge justice, but I’d sure like to try!)
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#laugh rule#piano#franz liszt#hungarian rhapsody#duets#would it destroy my hands for over a week? absolutely#would it be worth it?#also yes#and hey maybe if I wore my fingers splints it wouldn’t be that bad!#sorry people here for cdrama or tall ship content#someone asked me something about classical piano#this is what happens next#Youtube#victor borge
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Lovefool — Connor x gn! reader
summery: Connor tries to impress you, and it works <3
tw: none
a/n: Guys, the fav artist I mention might be a reference to Will Wood, no I won't shut up about him.
wc: 0.6k
Master List
It was a passing comment, something you didn’t think twice about. You were rambling to your friend, Connor, about some of your favorite songs and artists. Even before his deviancy he’d come to you with questions. At the time, you seemed to be one of the only people to treat him with some basic human decency, and a friendship was born. And you found someone you could finally ramble to, as when you’d bring something up, Connor would question it and you’d fall into the ramblings of topics you love.
This time, it was about one of your favorite artists, and the reason why you believed you loved their music so much was because he played piano. And then that fell into you realizing that you found people who play piano were hot. You didn’t even notice the intense stare Connor held, or how his led spun yellow at the information. Just continued to talk about how much you loved that one musician.
You really didn’t think Connor would take that comment to heart. That he’d download programs that would teach him how to play the piano. Then proceed to learn a few pieces of music, some classical, some from your favorite artist.
So when you walked through the mall with Connor by your side, you didn’t really question anything. Looking through windows to see if you were interested in anything. Occasionally asking Connor if he found anything, secretly wanting to buy him something. You stopped, watching as a piano played itself. People and androids alike walked past, not taking a second glance, but you couldn’t help but appreciate the waltz that was currently playing. You followed Connor curiously as he took a seat at the bench before the piano.
“You know how to play?” You asked, watching intently as his fingers rested over the piano keys. His synthetic skin pulled away from his hands as he interfaced with the piano, and the waltz stopped playing.
“Yes,” Connor nodded, glancing at me. “This will be my first time playing though.”
Before you could ask anymore questions, the familiar sound of your favorite song started playing. You felt your heart rate increase. You didn’t want to assume…but it was pretty hard not to. Why did he learn to play piano? And he said this was his first time playing, and it just happened to be a song from the artist you were gushing about not too long ago…
Oh…
You felt your heart stutter. Was this something to do with your offhand comment? That you found people who play piano to be attractive? You watched as his fingers brushed over the ivory keys, skillfully playing a tune you knew by heart.
So far your theory wasn’t wrong. But this perhaps may be a bit of a cheat since you found Connor attractive from the beginning. You watched as his eyes stared at the nonexistent music sheets, perhaps he can view it with his HUD. You felt entranced as he continued to…serenade you? Was that the right term? Well, if that’s what he was out to do it was working real well.
When he finished the last note, I clapped as loud as I could, cheering for him. I didn’t even realize the small crowd that gathered until they applauded with me.
“That was amazing Connor!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his back as he tried to look at me. “Why the sudden interest?” You just wanted to make sure your conclusion was correct.
“I, uh, you mentioned you found people who played the piano to be intriguing,” Connor slightly stuttered.
You couldn’t stop the smirk that fit over your lips as you sat next to Connor, his eyes boring through your own, “I think I said a bit more than that.” You admired the blue tint that worked over Connor’s cheeks, the cool color contrasting well against his pale freckled skin.
“Are you…” Connor trailed, unable to finish his question. A part of you wanted to play innocent, make him finish the question. But you decided to be merciful today.
“Yes,” You replied, leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek.
#dbh connor x reader#connor dbh x reader#rk800 x reader#rk800 connor x reader#dbh x reader#dbh#detroit become human#detroit become human x reader#rk800
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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Nine
Here’s the thing. Like, on one hand, Paul loves teaching. But on the other hand, I honestly think he’d be a terrible teacher. He’s genuinely trying to explain songwriting to this kid, and all I’m getting is that I should be able to just look at a piano and it’ll give me whatever I want. “So it’s really just . . .” *plays Martha My Dear* “. . . and from there, you know, like, um, there’s no – unless you stop yourself – there’s no stopping yourself.” Yes, thank you, Professor McCartney. Very informative. Good thing you’re a gorgeous genius because not a word of that lecture made any sense.
Seriously I am BEGging someone to write Paul and Ringo in the 20s as a cabaret duo! With Paul’s talents being songwriting, slutting it up, piano, and vocals and Ringo’s talents being tap-dancing, ventriloquist dummy impersonation, with the occasional piano, vocals, and sly winks. Maybe they meet George and John through organized crime, idk.
“They don’t just sort of come in your head, kind of thing?” “Yeah, sure. Fact, I had one this morning.” You know. As one does.
See, even Ringo’s on board with my plan. “Let’s make a silent movie.” And Paul. “In a club. That’s it. We’re in a band. We’re in a band, but we sell drugs.” And now they're stringing Paul up just for kicks. Maybe they could join the circus!
Literally the minute John starts being silly, Paul gets this fond look on his face and you can see the wheels turning like “quick, think of a way to get close to him.” And John’s into it. But they keep doing this seesaw thing and I can’t help but think how reminiscent it is of their dynamic as a whole.
“I see you’ve given up smoking, Richie.” “Yes, I have.” Reminds me of that classic, “I don’t even smoke,” thing. Seems like five-hundred years ago.
PLEASE tell me Peter Sellers and Ringo had a torrid love affair during the filming of The Magic Christian. The way Peter touches Ringo’s hair and his face! Ringo being a gentleman and getting Peter a chair! And I mean there’s plenty of queer coding between them in the film.
But also laughing my ass off at Peter’s reaction to their song-titles/lyrics/gibberish/other references code.
Yoko, you’re stone-cold and hilarious. “Or what we haven’t.” I honestly have mad respect for her complete disregard/disdain for the Beatles and their art only because that’s how they treat hers for the most part. But girl. You’re married to one of them. He genuinely does love them and what he does with them and you’ve got to respect that or go find someone else, you know?
Also, Paul does Not appreciate the attitude. “Or we’ll just sort of sit here and allow ourselves to be embarrassed. ‘Number nine . . .”
Aaand, just like that, Peter Sellers “must be off.” He lasted all of 1 minute 26 seconds. Weak. George and Ringo lasted fifteen years.
MLH is literally that annoying person that asks you a serious question about yourself just so he can use you as a segue to talk about his problems.
John: just recovering from the day, you know. Yoko: from the night. John: embarrassed (you have no right, dude, you literally played your sex tape for everyone like two weeks ago) Paul: Did not want that image, thanks very much.
It actually KILLS me though that we’ll never understand their code. Paul and Ringo will take it to their graves and no one else knows it and any footage like this we’ve got, and any code songs, will just be mostly uninterpretable for all time.
Okay these few minutes here are soooo special to me. It’s John at his peak lovely, sweet, gentle, kind self. He makes a joke at which Paul can only nod darkly which makes John realize just how bad of a place Paul’s in.
Paul wants them to get to work “achieve something every day.” But John knows he’s not in a good headspace to work and it’ll be shit and then Paul will spiral even more. So, he turns up the humor until Paul is sufficiently cheered.
And then, he says. “Guitars? I thought that’s what they do.” And Paul’s stammering. “Oh, that is what they do, but–” John stands up, does a little head-tilt toward the instruments. “Come on, I’ll even show you about half a song I was writing. Come on.” That last in the tenderest, most coaxing voice. It’s just soooo. Like. We talk a lot about Paul ‘handling’ John, and he did. But John sure knows how to handle Paul.
I SO wish they’d have done something with “Madman”. It’s so fun!! Every single song in this era I will go to bat for, no question.
Ringo’s little hug for Paul!!!! I can’t.
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Caught Dead
The Creature x Fem Reader
Summary: Your homecoming date leaves you for another girl. On your sad and drunk walk home, you come across a memorial service for a Victorian man. Honoring his music, you wander in and play a score he wrote. The creature is so moved by your playing, he comes back from the dead and witnesses your talent first hand.
Word Count: 1.0k+
TW: Tooth Rotting Fluff
Not Proof Read
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Usually homecoming is a night that everyone raves about. Prom is always so pretentious and stressful. Whereas homecoming was more carefree; at least that’s how it’s depicted in romance novels and fanfiction. The guy you were originally going with ended up ditching you for another girl. Your best friend was with her boyfriend and third wheeling wasn’t something you're interested in. The best course of action was to walk home, stopping at a liquor store on the way. The old woman behind the counter looked you up and down, this didn’t offend you though. Mascara stained tears left streaks of gray lined down your face. Wearing a big pink dress that you used to feel really good in. Now it felt more like a cone of shame, drawing attention to what a hot mess you were.
“Can I please get a dutch honey and small bottle of Skol,” you ask, setting a twenty dollar bill on the counter.
“Normally I would laugh and send you away. You’re lucky I only have fifteen minutes until I clock out and how pathetic you look right now,” she said, taking your money and bagging the items.
Even though it was a little back handed, you were grateful for her kindness. Chasing the vodka down with cigarettes as you walked. Humming tunes to yourself, enjoying the crisp night air. The sound of classical music caught your attention, a funeral home. It was one of the only places that had its doors open still. You sit outside on the steps, gutting your wrap before rolling the blunt.
“Were you coming in?” a voice came from the doorway.
“Oh um, yeah just give me a second,” you say.
“Take your time,” the older gentleman gave you a warm smile before heading back inside.
You tucked the blunt behind your ear, shoving the half empty bottle into your purse before walking in. It wasn’t an open casket funeral but more of a memorial service. There was a piano in the corner of the room, a vase of red roses sitting on top of the beautiful wood. The funeral director explained that a bunch of this young man’s music was recently discovered. A museum recently bought the music and discovered he was never given a proper funeral so they wandered to give him a proper memorial.
To honor him and the beautiful scores that were never showcased the way they deserved. Apparently the party from the museum didn’t stay for long, the director said they mostly took pictures for their website. After reading more about his story, you felt more connected to him. Apparently his girl left him for another man. Similar to what happened at the dance tonight. Grabbing one of the scores and sitting at the piano. It could be because you were drunk but as the sorrowful melody filled the room tears pricked into your eyes again. Imagining how his feelings of betrayal and grief probably poured through his pen while writing this song.
Not being able to shake the fact that you just learned first hand how being left can feel. Bitter because deep down your biggest fear for the night came true; lonely from being too embarrassed to admit you were someone's second choice. Tears rolling down your face as you let yourself drown in sorrow. Unbenounced to you, The Creature not only heard his music so beautifully remastered but your cries. So moved by feeling and hearing your broken heart crying from your chest, he begins to stir. Pushing himself out of the ground and making his way towards the music.
Lighting your blunt inside the room, you were tipsy and didn’t care if there were repercussions. Letting it hang off your lips and you played, trying not to let the smoke in your eyes. Meanwhile the creature was getting hung up on the mechanics of his body. Slowly stumbling towards the illuminated building, stopping dead in his tracks once seeing you. The light above the ceiling was casting down on you. Highlighting your eyelashes and flyaways, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. How expressive your face was while playing the notes, looking up every once to let tears run down your face. Showing how the mascara ran down your neck. His daze was broken once he saw the worker coming back in the room, pointing his finger and yelling. This enraged him; stomping over there to stop the man from approaching you. Having some trouble with the stairs but after finally made his way in.
Grabbing the sides of his old man's head and snapping his neck. You gasp, the blunt dropping out of your mouth and onto the floor. Going to pick it up but being taken back but The Creature. He stepped over the body and slowly inched towards you. You pull your knees up to your chest and press your back against the wall. He was now hovering over you, staring at you before leaning down. Getting on one knee and picking up the blunt, standing back up.
Now closer, his lower stomach pressed against your knees. Putting the dutch between your lips with one hand and brushing the hair out of your eyes with the other. You put your knees down and pulled him onto the bench. Starting to play his score, focusing on keys and not his… appearance. As you played he grunted at a specific part everytime which led you to investigate why,
“What? This part?” you replayed it a couple times. He pointed out a certain note and then to another, shifting his finger back and forth. In your interpretation, he was prompting you to switch the notes. Him humming in satisfaction at the change.
“Yeah that does sound a lot smoother,” you point out.
Remembering the body, you both leave in order to avoid responsibility. Walking home together, playing your music out loud for him to enjoy. Before the dark felt scary and daunting but now you were enjoying the night air. Completely ignorant to reality but never feeling better.
#lisa frankenstein fanfiction#lisa frankenstein fic#lisa frankenstein imagine#the creature x reader#lisa frankenstein the creature x reader#the creature x y/n#the creature x you#the creature x fem reader#lisa frankenstein#cole sprouse
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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 14]
Alternate Dimension AU
TW: Language, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Mild Body Horror, Gore, Graphic Depictions of Monstrous Attacks, Gun Use, Weapon Use, Past Major Character Death
CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here]
Genre: Drama, Action, Angst, Light Comedy
Pairing: Batfamily & Batsis!Reader, OC x Reader
YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
Word Count: 13.7K
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Notes: I know I KNOWWW SHE'S THICKKKKKKKK it's for my dick grayson lovers what can i say?
Disclaimer: This series is originally by@fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)
2006
“Dad!” You were quick to run down the stairs when you’d heard the door open. Bruce took notice to you as soon as you bounded up to him and the smile on his face was one that always made you happy to see. Alfred walked up next to you, greeting Bruce silently.
“Hello, (Y/N), what were you up to while I was gone?” He asks.
“Well, I finally cleaned my room,” you rocked on your heels.
“Very good.”
“Alfred taught me how to play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star on the piano.”
“I have to hear that.”
“And I played a little, but that’s it,” you gave him an exaggerated nod and he smiles.
“That’s good, (Y/N),” he smiles. “Now, I have a surprise for you,” he says. Your eyes widened with a childish excitement. Then, from behind him, an older boy steps out.
“Hiya,” he waves. You step back, head ducking down in shyness while you looked up at your dad. “I’m Dick, you must be (Y/N), right?” He steps forward, bending down to meet your eyes. You nodded carefully before running to your dad. You hid behind his leg and he rubs your head gently.
“He’ll be staying with us from now on,” your father explains. “You’re always saying how lonely it is here, right? He’s a bit older than you, but you’ll be spending a lot more time together,” your father urges you to step out and introduce yourself. Dick, still at your level, smiles softly.
“I heard a lot about you, (Y/N),” he says, “and if you’re okay with it, I hope we can become friends,” he reaches out to shake your hand, but you shy further behind your father.
“She’s usually not this shy,” your dad says above you.
“I think we just need to get to know each other more,” Dick responds. He leans over so he can meet your gaze and waves again. You hid your face.
“Alfred will help you get settled in, Dick, let me know if you need help with anything,” your dad says and Dick nods at him before following Alfred upstairs. After a while, Bruce stepped away from you slowly. “(Y/N),” his voice had a stern, but gentle tone.
“Dad…” you matched his tone.
“What’s wrong? You told me you wanted someone to talk to,” he crouches down to your level and you hid your hands behind your back.
“I know…” your voice was quiet.
“So, what’s wrong then?” He asks. It’s true. You’d long been asking for a friend, and while both of your parents would spend time with you, it simply wasn’t enough. Your dad was always busy doing business stuff, some adult things you didn’t understand no matter how many times uncle Lucius tried to explain it to you. And your mom was… well, something. She had to make a living by “borrowing” things, but strangely enough she never gave them back. You really just wanted someone to talk to, someone who you could play with, or someone you could spend time with. Someone your age, someone who didn’t keep secrets.
Your parents acted like you didn’t know, but you knew something was up. There were nights where your dad would leave saying he needed to get groceries and then come home with no groceries. Your mom would leave saying she’s meeting a friend and would come back with a bag full of her latest ‘shopping spree.’ But you knew they were hiding something, and as much as they told you that secrets were bad, they had so many, you had a feeling. So you wanted a friend, someone who was just like you.
And now you had one. But, something about it felt… wrong.
“Nothing,” you shook your head. The boy he brought home, he seemed friendly enough, and you were curious about him. But you couldn’t ignore this strange feeling in your chest. “Where did he come from?”
“Remember that circus you wanted to go to?”
“Mmhmm.”
“He’s from there.”
“Then… where are his parents?” Bruce hesitated.
“They’re off for a while, and they asked me to watch their son for now,” he says.
“They didn’t want to take him with them?”
“No, where they’re going is not meant for kids like you and him,” he explains. “So, for a while, he’ll be staying with us. Why don’t you get to know him, (Y/N)?”
“What if I don’t like him? Will you return him and get a new one?”
“That’s not exactly how this works, (Y/N),” your father laughs. “If you don’t like him at first, you’re going to have to learn how to get along with him somehow,” he says.
“Okay…” you mumbled.
“Why wouldn’t you like him, (Y/N)?”
“I dunno,” you shrugged.
“Exactly, go talk to him, be friendly,” Bruce encourages you.
“Okay,” you nodded your head and Bruce smiles before shaking your shoulder softly.
“Good, I’m going to get cleaned up, why don’t you say ‘Hello’ to Dick on your way up? He’s in the room across from you.”
“I will,” you nodded again and ran up the stairs.
You stopped in front of Dick’s room, the door was open and he was speaking to Alfred, quickly you hid behind the wall, not wanting to get caught by the old man. But it was their conversation that kept you hidden.
“Now, Master Grayson,” Alfred’s voice was stern, you’d only heard him speak like that to your father on occasion and you when you stole sweets. “Miss (Y/N) doesn’t know.”
“Really?”
“This must be kept a secret between you, me, and Master Bruce.” Secret? Well, that’s not fair. You wanted to know too. So much for a friend who didn’t keep secrets. There were so many around you, you were starting to think that you should keep secrets just to be like everyone else.
“And she never suspected?”
“She is only seven, Master Grayson, and not usually here on weekends,” Alfred sighs. “Master Bruce asks that you be careful.”
“Yeah, okay,” Dick’s voice was quiet. “Does he plan on telling her?”
“When she’s older, yes. When she can understand it.” Does it count as a secret still if they’ll tell you when you’re older? You’ll just have to hurry up and grow up then!
“Sure, I got it.”
But, still, that’s not fair. You wanted to know now. But when you heard Alfred approaching the door, you knew better than to let yourself get scolded for eavesdropping, so you ran to your room and closed the door only slightly, just enough to watch Alfred leave, and once he was gone, you crept across the hallway. Dick was busy placing his items across the room, you peeked in slowly, waiting to see if he’d notice you, and soon enough he did. He raised his hand to wave, but you ducked behind the door frame instead.
“Hi, (Y/N),” he waits for you to approach him.
“Hello,” you said quietly.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Did you… want to come in?” He asks. You shook your head and he nods with a tight lipped smile. But, soon, you nodded your head and Dick let out a short laugh. “Come on in, then,” he invites you. You walked inside and sat on the desk chair while he continued unpacking.
“I have a secret,” you blurted. Dick turned to you, eyebrow raised.
“What’s that?”
“I… I have a secret stash of candy in my room,” you answered. It was secret enough, you’d been building a bit of a stockpile now. Dick cracks a smile, looking somewhat relieved.
“That’s some secret there, who else knows?”
“Just you,” you nodded. “You can’t tell anyone.”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“Friendly secret,” he makes a zipper motion over his mouth.
“Hmm… okay, I trust you,” you hummed. Dick smiled again, this time a bit tighter.
“I’m leaving now,” you hopped off.
“That’s fine! Thanks for dropping by,” he says. You nodded your head and ran across the hall to your room.
Dick, meanwhile, took a deep breath.
This was not what he signed up for when he agreed to help Bruce.
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2022
The beast roared and, above you, a storm started to roll in.
“Well, talk about about a warm welcome,” you glanced at Jason and he shook his head.
“(Y/N)?! We ran up as soon as we saw you leave!” Tim and Damian regroup with you and you usher them behind you. Tim looks at the monster.
“When you said monsters, for some reason I didn’t think you meant legitamate monsters,” he says.
“Cap!” Aldryn rushes out of the barracks, your rifle and rapier in hand.
“Aldryn, I need you to run back down, bring Tim and Jason with you. You two, grab what you think you all can use,” you instructed. “I’ll handle things up here until you return, we’re going to need all hands on deck.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Aldryn salutes and waits for them to join him before rushing off again.
“Damian, I need you on crowd control,” you looked at him.
“What?! I can help!”
“Too bad, this is an order from your superior,” your voice was stern, and it took him aback, “crowd control. Make sure everyone is a safe distance away, am I clear?” You waited for his response.
“Yeah,” he nodded his head curtly before running off. You readied your rapier.
“Alright… let’s see what we’re working with,” you sprinted forward and the beast reached for you.
It’s going to be long day.
“Where are we going?” Tim asks.
“Weapons barracks,” Aldryn responds, running in after Jason and Tim. Jason grabs his usual while Tim looks around. “What are you looking for? If you can think of it, we have it.”
“Do you have a bo-staff then?” He asks. Aldryn hums.
“Yes, but you’ll have to come with me. Marion was using it earlier,” he mumbles. He leads him and Jason to the elevator and they descend.
“What was that thing?” Jason asks.
“We call them Daemons,” Aldryn speaks quietly. “We’ve dealt with monsters before, but none like them. They’re on a whole other level of power and now, beause of them, we’re short staffed,” Aldryn’s voice was grim. “Not exactly the best first operation for you two but, Cap’s orders.” The conversation ends when the elevator doors slide open.
“Aldryn!” Marion was surprised to see him, but more surprised to see the two behind him. “Do they have clearance?”
“They’re about to fight one up there, so I’d say so, yes,” Aldryn nods.
“Holy shit, that’s one of them,” Jason eyes the beast in it’s cage. It snorts loudly but it becomes a low snarl.
“Don’t worry about this one, since it’s in here it won’t be hurting anyone,” Marion says.
“No time for introductions, but this one here will be joining your research team once things settle down,” Aldryn points at Tim.
“Right, well, I’m assuming the Captain sent you down here for a reason, right?” Marion’s and Aldryn’s conversation were the least of Jason and Tim’s worries though. Jason looked over at Tim, who was looking at the beast.
“What are you thinking of, Tim?”
“Look at it, it’s just there,” Tim says. “The one outside is raising hell. Why is this one complacent?”
“Maybe it’s got something to do with all that stuff stuck to its cage.”
“Or maybe there’s more to it then they know,” Tim glances at Aldryn and Marion before approaching the cage.
“Whoa, Tim! Do you got a death wish?” Jason grabs Tim’s shoulder.
“It’s fine, they said it can’t hurt us,” Tim shakes him off and Jason follows close behind. “Also… this one’s different.”
“Can you really say that? You’ve only ever seen one other one.”
“Jason, it’s looking at me.”
“Okay. Wolves look at rabbits, what’s your point?”
“I can’t really explain it,” Tim mumbles. He stares at the monster. And it stares back. Then, slowly, it moves its head down and closer to the edge of the cage to match Tim’s eye level.
“You! Get back right now!” Marion’s voice was shrill and Tim broke eye contact. “How did you get it to respond to you?!” She pulls him away.
“I… I just looked-”
“Just like the Captain,” she mutters. She looks at Aldryn before shoving the bo-staff into Tim’s hands. “We’ll talk about this later, the Captain needs you first.
“Right, yeah,” Tim nods shortly and Aldryn motions for them to leave. But Jason looks at the beast a bit longer. Come to think of it, Tim had a point. This one was different. And, before he left, Jason’s eyes moved down to the floor, looking at the disturbed section of it where Tim was standing seconds before. “Jason!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Jason catches up with them.
And they returned just in time too.
“Ma’am!” Aldryn returns with your brothers as soon as you’d been pushed back from the blows. You moved the hair out of your face and caught your breath.
“Good. Aldryn, stay close to the Royal family, tell them I have it under control. If you run into any of the new recruits, tell them they’re on civilian duty,” you instructed. The Daemon roars again and a gust of wind blows behind it. Aldryn runs off.
“So, what do we do? Where are its weak points?” Tim asks.
“Their stomachs, maybe,” you answered.
“Maybe?!” Tim steps back when the Daemon finally takes notice of the group.
“Better a maybe than none,” you looked around.
“Captain! What’s the situation?” Eve appears next to you with the rest of the Brigade stepping out of the portal after. You pointed at the Daemon.
“Only one for now,” you mumbled.
“Holy shit it’s huge,” Nixon swallows harshly. You heard someone scream and your eyes scanned the courtyard. Then, you spotted Lowen cornered by yet another Daemon, noticeably smaller than the other one and with a visible streak of red fur running down from the top of it’s head to the tip of its tail. You hope that didn’t mean anything, nothing bad at least.
“Make it two, you all focus on this one, I’ve got the second!” You slung your rifle over your shoulder and readied your rapier while you ran over to him. “Lowen! Lower your head!” Lowen did so and you used the planter to boost your leverage before burying the rapier into the Daemon’s shoulder. The monster roared and tried to blindly grab at you, but you held your ground, holding your rifle with your other hand while clutching onto the handle of your sword and you pressed it to it’s other shoulder and pulled the trigger. The beast roared again before it grabbed your arm and threw you back where you came. You slid against the ground before slamming into the next planter and you groaned.
“Shake it off, Cap,” Carter pulls you up.
“Oh my god! Your arm!” Tim shouts, tearing his eyes away from the first Daemon for a second. You stand up and pick up your ripped-off arm.
“At least it threw both pieces,” Nixon winces when lightning struck a few paces away from him. You held it in place while the muscles reattached and, while it did, you felt every nerve reconnect and every muscle bind itself back together. The worst of it was to come, the bones were always the last to rebuild. You grit your teeth through the pain and once enough has reconnected you readied your rifle again, confidently holding it in one hand, and you fired it while aiming for the second Daemon’s foot, staggering it long enough for Lowen to scramble back.
“Oh, that is sick and twisted,” Jason looks away, holding his hand over his mouth and you readjusted the previous death grip on your rapier.
“No time for that, focus on the big one,” you ran back toward the second monster and Tim followed you. He dashed past you, stepping in front of Lowen just in time to counter the blow from the Daemon. “Tim! Hold your ground!”
“I’m trying!” Tim tightens his hold on the staff, his knuckles turning white from the pressure alone while Lowen stays frozen beneath him. You slide under the monster, your rapier piercing the Daemons stomach just enough for it to stagger back.
“Eve!”
“Got it!” Eve waves her hand toward your Daemon and in seconds it is held by down by an invisible force, but it fought back, it struggled against its restraints until it broke free and Eve lost her footing. It stood on its feet and locked its aim on you, it foamed at the mouth while it took heavy steps toward you and made grabbing motions toward you. Tim stood at your side all the way, staff now in front of you, when two shots rang out and Jason was next to step in front of you.
“Jay, you can’t take this in a fist fight,” you told him.
“I know,” he says. The beast snorts, looking Jason in the eye. It growls lowly. “Take the kid and go, I got this,” he says. You shook Lowen out of his fear and pulled him to safety. “Alright…” Jason continues his staredown of this monster, and never once did it stop. But there was this strange feeling he got from it, like it was familiar in a sense. Maybe this was what Tim felt earlier. Then, once a few magic circles surrounded it, the monster was debilitated and held in a prison of light.
“Go help the others with the big one,” Eve strains and Jason stares a her.
“You sure you’ve got it?.”
“I’ll manage,” she says while a bead of sweat rolls down the side of her face. She keeps her focus as best as she can, “but that one isn’t going down as quickly as this one did.” She takes deep breaths in attempt to hold it steady between portals, while behind her Nixon’s attacks seemed to deflect off of the bigger monster. Jason spots you running back, this time with your rifle, and you aimed it carefully before taking the shot. The bullet lodged itself into the monster’s shoulder right before it could swing at Nixon, and it stunned it long enough for him to make her escape.
“They’re getting stronger,” you commented. This one was stronger than five of those beasts you’d fought before put together. If it was taking most of the Brigade to subdue it, then that much was true.
~
2010
“Okay, I’ll help you once, alright?” Jason sighed and you grinned.
“Yes!”
“Here, put this on,” he shoves a bag toward you and you nodded excitedly before running out of the room. When you came back, your excitement shone through your mask.
“You can call me the Girl Wonder!” You threw your cape behind you and Jason snickered.
“Whoa, I’m shaking in my boots,” Jason teased and you pouted. “Wait, wait, it’s too big.”
“Of course, it’s too big, this was Dick’s costume right?” You rocked on your heels, and it became more apparent that the shoes were too big too. Jason tosses you your usual sneakers
“Put those on, let me see what I can do,” he walks around you before disappearing for a second and coming back with safety pins, “don’t move, or else I’m gonna poke you,” he adjusts the costume on the shoulders, he didn’t want to make any permanent alterations with something basically historic.
“You think there’s gonna be a day you and I are fighting bad guys together?” You asked while he pinched up the fabric at your shoulders.
“Who knows, maybe,” Jason shrugged, his words muffled by the safety pins held between his lips.
“That would be cool, Jason and (Y/N), maybe Dick too, right? And dad?”
“Sure,” he feeds into your fantasy. “Only if I’m with you, though. You might trip over your cape.”
“Not true!” Still, Jason finds a way to shorten the cape.
“Yes, true! Look at your floor There’s trash all over it!”
“I’ll pick it up later! Geez!” You argued, but you calmed down just as quickly. “That would be so cool though… I want to be just like you.”
“Nah, you’d be better,” Jason chuckles. “There you go, kiddo,” he tests the stability of it and, once he’s happy with it, he pulls the cape over your shoulders to hide the pins.
“Now what?”
“We go to Titan tower,” Jason gestures for you to follow him.
“Oh, dad says I’m not allowed on that,” you eyed the Robin Motorcycle and Jason rolls his eyes.
“Pssh, it’s fine, you’re with me,” he lifts you and secures you to the seat before climbing on behind you and shoving the helmet onto your head.
“Is this legal?” Your voice was muffled by the helmet.
“Don’t worry about the details!” He starts up the motorcycle.
“Are you wearing a helmet?!” Actually you were wearing his.
“Yeah,” he lied and off you went.
You’d been in the batmobile plenty of times, seen the city in it just as much, but seeing it this way was different. Everything seemed closer, like you could reach out and join whatever scene was there. With the wind blowing around you and your hands firmly grasped onto the bike, this felt amazing! You felt like you were flying, moving faster than even some of the other cars, and every now and then an excited laugh would escape you.
Maybe being a Robin wouldn’t be so bad?
“Alright, kiddo, we’re here,” Jason parks the bike and helps you off.
“You lied! You’re not wearing a helmet!” You pulled it off of your head and eyed the ‘R’ decal on the side.
“Yup, I did. Anyway, let’s set some ground rules,” Jason kneels so he can look at you in the eye, “you tell no one who you are, yeah? If anyone asks, you’re Robin, okay?”
“Why can’t I say my name?”
“It’s dangerous,” Jason explains, “and when you’re looking for Dick, you ask for Nightwing.”
“Is it also dangerous if they know his name?”
“Yes, very.”
“Okay,” you nodded and followed Jason to the side of the tower. He pulls the vent cover off and crawls in. So… maybe Jason wasn’t exactly allowed in Titan tower after a few misfortunate events that included him losing his cool and his temper. But, what can he do?
Dick really pissed him off.
But, that was beside the point. You wanted to see him, and this was the only way he could help you do that, so fuck it. Plus, with the majority of everyone's identities still being secret, he couldn't have you just waltzing in here anyway without him.
“Follow me.”
“This feels illegal.”
“Shh!”
“Okay, okay!” You followed him carefully and, after some twists and turns, Jason kicked out one of the vents and crawled out, helping you down too. You landed in some kind of lounge area, a large sofa in the middle.
“Wait here, Nightwing should be coming soon, I’ll wait for you outside,” Jason says before leaving the way he came. You sat on the couch, kicking your legs for a bit. Then you started playing with the end of your cape. The material was pretty comfy, actually, you could see yourself falling asleep in it easily. You wondered if Dick ever did. You always liked this costume, actually, it was so different from your dad’s that in some ways you preferred it.
Your brothers were heroes. How cool was that? And your dad was probably the most heroic one of them all, and that was much cooler. If only you could show it off, you were sure everyone would be jealous of you. How often can anyone say that their family are superheroes? Dick always looked so cool in this uniform, and sure he still looks amazing with his new one, but this one? It was different.
Finally after waiting enough you decided to just find him yourself. How hard could it be anyway?
Very hard, apparently.
So you did what any preteen would do and wandered around the tower, he had to be somewhere, right?
Until you landed in the middle of what you assumed to be a training room. It was a spacious room with a kiosk off to the side, and you sat down in the middle, crossing your legs and holding them to your chest. This sucked. And you didn’t even know the way back out to meet Jason to go home. Then, off to the corner of your eye, you saw movement, and you turned your head toward it but… nothing. But you felt the stares, you felt the eyes, and it scared you. You couldn’t call for help, you didn’t know where Dick was and Jason was too far to hear, so you shut your eyes tight and covered your ears. But that never stopped you before.
“Help!” Your voice was loud and immediately you heard a vent clatter to the ground while Jason tumbled out of it, he stood in front of you with one hand up and the other on his belt, ready to pull out a batarang if needed.
“Stop! We’re not intruders!” He shouts.
“Relax, everyone,” Dick’s voice was firm while he held a fist up to stop all movements, and, slowly the Titans back off. Dick eyed Jason and gestured for him to move over before he approached you slowly, crouching down as soon as he was close enough. And he felt his heart tighten. He knew it was you as soon as he’d seen you, but to see you in that? His old uniform? That old thing that had been ripped apart after many battles and had been stained with blood many a time… To see you wearing it was almost wrong. The little girl who cried whenever her brothers had scratches, the one who called for help for the smallest of things, to think that you could be a Robin almost ripped him apart, he didn’t want you to go through any of what he did, any of what Jason did. Hell, you just called for help right now and this is probably one of the safest places you could be.
Jason, only he could’ve put you up to this, and he made his intent clear from the quick glare he shot him, but Jason replied by whistling and rolling his eyes. Dick only sighed and reached out to rub your head. You removed your hands just enough to peer over them, and once you’d seen him, your frown deepened and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight, and he held you back. You missed him, a lot.
“False alarm, everyone, she’s my sister,” he rubs your back gently before rising up and, once you’d looked around, you saw the other members of the Titans that Dick was always talking about. “And you,” he looks at Jason, “we’ll talk later, wait outside for her and I’ll bring her out,” he says. Jason doesn’t fight it, he just nods and leaves the room, looking back to see you watching him go.
“He’s not in trouble is he?” You tugged at Dick’s arm to get his attention. “It was my idea to come here…” you muttered. Before Dick could respond, you were surrounded by excited voices. And you recognized all of them, you’d seen them plenty of times on your dad’s big computer alongside the other heroes.
“Whoa, Nightwing! You have a younger sister?” Garfield was the first to approach you, looking at you closely as if trying to find any similarities between the two of you.
“Yeah, adoptive,” he explains, ushering you forward.
“What a cute little girl!” Starfire pinches your cheeks and you let her, feeling the warmth from her hands radiate into your face as she did so and you didn’t hate it, “have you come to visit your brother?”
“Yeah,” your voice was slightly stifled.
“Good, take him home with you, he needs a break,” Starfire grins.
“Come on, Star, there’s too much work to do here,” he shakes his head.
“Now, what’s your name? You got a cool one too?” Garfield asks and Dick clears his throat before you could answer.
“Obviously, we can’t tell you her name, but you can just call her Robin while she’s here.”
“That’s a little confusing with the other Robin,” Raven mutters.
“But the other Robin isn’t here right now,” Wally answers.
“Alright, how about Little Wing, then?” Dick tosses out the nickname he had for you and your eyes lit up.
“Cool!” Wally zips over to you. “You really a Robin?” You shook your head. “Whoa, I was about to say…”
“Alright, alright, let’s not crowd her, okay?” Dick pushes you slightly behind him now, “you guys filter out, I’ll talk with her for a bit, I think I know why she’s here,” Dick wears a knowing smile, and the others groan but leave anyway, leaving you and Dick in the training room.
“So, Little Wing, what brings you all the way here from Gotham?” He sits down and crosses his legs, and you sit next to him.
“I just wanted to visit, is all…” you muttered.
“Oh, yeah?”
“You’re never home anymore…” you mumbled. Dick sighs.
“Yeah… yeah,” he nods, “the team needs me here.”
“But I need you there,” you replied. A small frown settles on Dick’s face.
“I know, I can’t come home right now, (Y/N),” he says while listening for unwanted ears, “but, hey, you still have Robin.”
“He’s still rude!” You shout. “He’s not like you, whenever I ask to do stuff with him all he does is complain, he can be so mean sometimes!” You grumbled.
“Mean? He took you all the way here, didn’t he?” Dick leans back on his palms and you huffed.
“I guess… but that’s probably because I keep complaining about how you’re not around anymore,” you pout.
“And he still does all those things with you even though he complains, right?”
“Yeah,” you looked to the side.
“Heck, even when you called for help that kid came tumbling down, I’m sure you hurt his feelings every time you call him mean.”
“Do I really?” Your voice was small. You hadn’t really considered it before. You and Jason had a tendency to argue, and maybe say a few mean things to each other every now and then, but you never once thought that you hurt his feelings during. “I guess he’s not so bad…”
“Looks like I got a worthy replacement then,” he claps your shoulder and you frowned again while shifting slightly away from him.
“Why aren’t you ever home anymore?” Dick doesn’t answer. “Is it dad? Did you two get in a fight?”
“Something like that,” Dick sighs. “But, you’re right, just because he and I are fighting doesn’t mean I should ignore you,” he rubs your hair playfully and you smiled. “I’ll carve out some time for you too, I can’t have Robin stealing all my thunder, right?” He smiles and you nodded your head.
“Promise?”
“Sibling's promise," he smiles.
~
2022
“Move!” You pushed Nixon out of the way just in time for the Daemon’s arm to hammer down on top of you. You barely dodged in time, the beast’s arm just grazing you before it slammed against the ground and cracked the concrete beneath it. You pierced your blade into the beast’s stomach and it roared above you. “Shit, not enough,” you pulled back, but the beast grabbed onto you. “Shit!” You repeated and the beast opened its maw wide before it came biting down over your shoulder, its teeth digging into your neck, back, and chest. Your scream was near primal, feeling every single piece of you rip and sew itself back together.
“Captain!” Eve’s shriek could be heard from anywhere.
“(Y/N)!” And only Jason’s could have rivaled it. You heard successive rounds fired out and you knew they hit their target, but it couldn’t have been enough to fell this beast. Shurikens embedded themselves into the daemon’s body before you saw the staff flung toward it. But the beast only caught it in its hands and tossed it to the ground. You thrashed against the monster, you were too close to use your rifle and too busy to make your rapier be of any use aside from a handle. You grabbed onto the monster’s face, trying to pry it off of you, but it just bit down harder, pulling out yet another pained scream from you. Tim found a way to get on top of the beast and, holding Carter’s sword, he plunged the sword into the beast’s neck, but all it did was anger it further, and it shook you side to side like a dog would a toy, and your screams became garbled from the harsh movements. Tim was thrown to the ground in time for Jason to step forward and aim for the more vital parts of the beast.
But it wasn’t enough.
And you began to resort to more grotesque techniques to survive. So, with mangled limbs, you grabbed onto the beast’s ears and pushed back with all your might until you started to feel the flesh rip. Then another roar is heard. You turned your head to its source, right in front of the Barracks, and you felt an intense wave of dread.
It escaped.
The previously captured Daemon breathed heavily, chain collar around it’s neck and broken shackles on each limb. It was looking at you.
Sure, you could reattach. But, hypothetically, if you were ripped apart just enough, to the point that there was no base body to even reattach to, then this might be the end for you.
But that wasn’t fair. You couldn’t die yet, not in front of them. You were just barely able to catch a glimpse of Jason, the only one turned toward you, and it killed you, the way he looked. You couldn’t even imagine Tim. Thank god you sent Damian away.
“Oh, fuck,” Nixon charged toward it, but the daemon bent down on it’s hind legs before leaping across the air and toward you. It landed with a loud thud, shaking the ground temporarily before charging toward you and the daemon that was still trying to gnaw you in half.
You winced when the daemon locked its jaw on you, and you prepared yourself for impact, but instead, the chained Daemon bit onto the larger one’s neck and ripped it off of you. You fell to the ground, panting heavily and with no strength to get it up, but you were able to turn your head just enough to see the fight. It was gruesome.
“(Y/N), holy shit,” Jason helps you sit up, his hands red with the blood from your back. You brought your one good hand to your head and tried to stop the ringing in your ears through sheer will. Jason waved a hand in front of you. “How many fingers?”
“Three,” your eyes were slowly focusing again. You looked down at your chest.
It wasn’t reattaching. Not fast, at least.
“Are they fighting?” Carter runs up next to you, eyeing the bite wound before looking at the two beasts.
“Yeah, where’s Alex?” You were still catching your breath.
“Calling for help, again,” Carter looks around. “Eve’s getting medical supplies and Nixon’s watching the other one.”
“Okay,” you coughed up blood and you kept your head turned low. You couldn’t look at Jason. You didn’t want to know what kind of expression he had on his face right now. And you couldn’t let Tim see you this way either.
“(Y/N)! Let me see it,” Tim falls in front of you, looking at the damage, but his hands were shaking. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says. “It was me, I saw it and got curious, I must have weakened the defense somehow,” Tim mumbles.
“Don’t,” you shook your head and looked past him, toward the fight. “They’re fighting each other… but why?” Your breathing was labored.
“Save your energy, kid.” You just realized that Jason has been supporting you this whole time. You watched the chained daemon grab onto the electric one, holding both of its arms before ripping one off entirely.
“Holy fuck,” it was like you were watching a massacre. And when the chained daemon bit down on the other for the last time, it closed its jaw completely over the other’s neck. Slowly, it rose again, opening its jaw to let the blood of its felled opponent spill out, and then it turned to you. Instinctively, you tried to push back, but Jason held you in place. His gaze was as locked upon it as it was to you.
The daemon approached the group slowly, its eyes menacing and its jaw hung open, but its steps were slow and maybe casual. Its ears folded down and as it closed the distance its eyes seemed to soften. Before it finally stood above you, everyone held still by your weakened fist in the air, ready to signal an attack at any moment. But nothing happened, it just stood there.
And then it looked at Tim.
You were already confused about why it seemed responsive to you, but to Tim too?
“Tim,” your voice was weak.
“Yeah?” He didn’t break eye contact with the beast.
“Around its neck are a pair of dog tags, read it for me.”
“Okay…” Tim reached his hand out slowly. And the beast, as if understanding, turned its head up to allow the tags to be seen better. “CK-78.”
“Does it mean anything to you?” You asked. Blood was still pooling out of the bite marks across your torso.
Tim’s eyes narrowed on the dogtags, and then he looked up at the daemon’s eye. Strange, it was as if it was begging Tim to get it. To figure out the mystery behind it.
While Tim did so, Eve returned, holding the first aid kit and kneeling next to you.
“I got it,” Jason took the bandages. He knew a thing or two about field patching, he’d say. He wrapped it around your body a couple of times after packing the larger wounds, it’ll do for now, but you’d have to get the seen by a professional later.
Look at this.
His worst nightmare.
During his time as a Robin, there was a reoccurring nightmare he’d always have.
It would start out as normal, it was one of those dreams that felt so real that he wouldn’t think twice. He’d pick you up from academy, you’d do whatever you felt like doing, and on your way home you’d be interrupted by one of the bastards who had Batman and Robin on their hit list. They would fight. And Jason would be so busy beating the shit out of them that he wouldn’t realize the mortal wounds you had. And when he would clean you up, when he would stop the bleeding any way he knew how, you would look away from him, and you wouldn’t say anything.
He would always wake up in a cold sweat after that, comforted by the fact that it was a nightmare.
Except now wasn’t that, it was real. It was so real that you were bleeding through your bandages, and you were holding your head from the blood loss, no doubt seeing the world spin, and you weren't looking at him.
“What happened?!” Damian came back too late, seeing you on the ground. It was his turn to sit in front of you. “Sister? Sister!” Damian held your face in his hands. But your eyes had glazed over. Your breaths were shallow, and your head heavy.
You were so tired.
Your eyelids slipped shut and the last thing you felt was Damian shaking you.
~
2014
You watched silently while Dick went through his normal workout routine. You were more disinterested, if anything, sure it was cool at first but now it was just a wasted three hours of your day. But, you needed to ask him something, in fact that was why you’d been staying with him for the past week, one part of it was that it was this odd request of yours and the other part of it was that you just didn’t want to be home. It was so suffocating in the mansion, so quiet, and so…
Lonely.
“What’s up, little wing?” Dick pulled you out of your thoughts. He wiped the sweat off his neck with a towel and started shoving the weights back into their original places. “You’ve been staring at me for a while now.”
“Have I? Sorry, it wasn’t creepy was it?”
“It was a little creepy,” he chuckled. “But… I know I look good,” he nudges you playfully.
“Shut up, you’re gross,” you made a fake gagging sound and leaned back against the wall, being sure to avert your gaze this time.
“Is… everything alright?” He asks as if testing the waters. You didn’t blame him, to be fair. Since you’d arrived, you hadn’t mentioned his name once.
“Everything’s fine,” you shrugged. Dick sits next to you now, picking up his water bottle along the way and taking a deep breath.
“I know it’s hard but… he’s my brother too.” That got you. You leaned forward with your elbows on your knees and you buried your face in your hands. “It’s okay to grieve,” he says. It’s already been a year.
“But what if I don’t want to?” Your voice was muffled. “Me grieving is like me accepting that he’s dead, but he can’t be, right? Dad wouldn’t have let him die, right?” Your questions would go unanswered, instead, you felt Dick place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“Everyone… everyone has to go eventually,” Dick says carefully.
“Why did it have to be him, though?” Your tears spilled out of your hands now. You never really thought of how deadly your family’s jobs were. They were just always so prepared, so ready for any possible thing that could go wrong, until they weren’t. “I… I’ve been watching Tim train to be Robin, and it got me thinking about what he asked me before…” your voice trailed after being interrupted by hiccups, and Dick just rubbed your upper back the whole time, waiting patiently for you to finish. You took a deep breath. “Tim asked me… to become the next Robin, originally. But I said no, and now he’s training instead. But… you know he’s so bright, he can do anything he wants and instead, because I chickened out, he’s training to be a vigilante.” Dick didn’t say anything. “But you know me and how I feel about what you all do.”
“I do.”
“I just… it’s not…” you paused. “Could I even do it?” You turned to him now. Dick, though, turned away from you with his focus on his hands. They were grasping onto each other tight with the knuckles turning white. “Dick?”
“What do you think, (Y/N)?” He asks. “If you came here to ask me to make that decision for you, I won’t. You know as well as I do what being a Robin means.”
“But he’s just so… young, Dick. I never realized how young you both were when you started, but now when I watch Tim I can’t help but worry.”
“Hell, you should’ve seen us then,” Dick laughs quietly. There’s no way you could know his thoughts right now. He who might have been the reason why you were so averted to vigilante business to begin with, he did everything he possibly could to keep you separate from it and now here you were, asking him if you should become a Robin. It was one of his worst nightmares, actually. There have been many a time he thought if becoming a vigilante was the right way to cope, he thought he was becoming a hero, but really he at first became a soldier. He couldn’t see you become like that. You who was probably the only thing keeping both him and Bruce grounded, imagine if they lost that, imagine if you lost that.
“But doesn’t it make sense though, Dick? If I became a Robin?”
“Well… yeah,” he nods his head absently, “but is that what you want to do?” You thought for a moment. The toll vigilante work took on your dad, the childhood it took from Dick, the life it took from Jason, and the time it was taking from Tim, could you shoulder that?
“I came here for two reasons,” you said instead, “one was to get out of that house. No one’s ever home anymore,” you muttered.
“And the second?”
“I was going to ask you to train me,” you admitted bashfully. “But I don’t think I was ever cut out for vigilante work, I don’t have the same resolve you and… he did,” you took a deep breath. “What exactly did you two fight about for Jason to have been banned from the Titan tower, Dick?”
“…” he didn’t answer for a while. But you knew that look on his face, he was thinking, and very hard at that too. “He wanted to train you,” he says, “he wanted to have the both of us train you. Have you learn the basics of being a Robin just in case… just in case neither of us could’ve gotten to you in time.” Your face grew more serious. “And I said ‘no.’”
“Why?”
“At that time, when you were twelve, did you want to be a Robin?” He asks. You thought about it for a while.
“Yes, I thought I could be a Robin,” you nodded.
“And now?” He waits for your answer.
“I… I don’t know. But, was the fight really all that bad for him to get banned?”
“You don’t understand, (Y/N),” Dick shook his head. “No one knows the price of being a Robin more than we did. You know, no matter how old you get, you’re still our little sister, I don't know what I'd do if even half the shit that happened to me happened to you,” he nudges you. “We didn’t see eye-to-eye on that and, well, I already disagreed with how he treated the mantle too, so I won’t lie and I tell you we started off on a good page,” he says. “And when it came to you, what to do with you and how to take care of you, we either agreed with each other entirely or were at odds, there was no in-between,” Dick rolled his eyes, thinking back to the arguments between the two.
“Really?”
“Yeah, we just never did it in front of you, obviously,” Dick says. “You know us well, (Y/N). Take you being in danger. If it was up to me you’d never be in a dangerous situation to begin with, so I hope you never held it against me when I told you to stay behind.”
“I did.”
“I know,” Dick nods. “You do this thing where you’d take a deep breath and close your eyes and that’s how we’d know you’re upset,” he laughs and you broke a smile. “But Jason? Phew. To him, as long as you were within an arm’s distance, you were never in danger, and that was pretty much true from how I’d see him with you,” Dick shakes his head.
“Well… yeah, it’s the same with you, right?” You asked.
“Of course! But, also, not necessarily,” he shakes his head again. “It’s happened enough times before, I would just pull you out of a situation before things got too heated. Jason, though, would throw himself in front of you if it meant keeping you safe, he was always reckless like that,” he says. And look where it got him. “Like that time you first visited me at the Tower, oh my god, I almost popped a vein when I heard how you got there,” Dick exaggerates his words with his hands. “The Robin Cycle?! Seriously?! God, so much could have gone wrong, and, oh my god, you were in the vents!” Dick started rambling and you started laughing. “He’s actually crazy to think that would’ve been okay,” Dick runs a hand through his hair and you settled down.
“I had so much fun that day,” your smile fell into a softer one, “I remember thinking that I was just like you guys…” Dick nods solemnly.
"That's... If there was one thing Jason and I always agreed on, it was that we wanted you to be better than we could ever be. For me, that was making your own choices free from a legacy, and for Jason that was being more prepared than he ever was," Dick says before taking a deep breath. “Sometimes I forget we were that same age when we started,” Dick says.
“Exactly,” you sighed.
“The only difference was that Jason and I were insanely traumatized, and you weren’t,” he chuckles and you shifted uncomfortably.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” your arms rested over your knees. “You and Jason were these self-made heroes, and I was the spoiled rich kid brat who thought it would’ve been easy.”
“Spoiled? Yeah. Brat? Nah,” Dick laughs.
“Hey!”
“Hey you! Whatever you wanted we got you!”
“Okay, well that was your choice,” you defended yourself.
“True,” Dick concedes. But then his smile falls. “We used to talk about it. (Y/N),” the tone shifts again, “it’s not that we think you couldn’t handle being a vigilante, anyone can take on the mantle, it’s whether or not you’d be best utilized for that mantle. You have so many other strengths that Jason and I don’t have, you know you kept us grounded so many times when all we wanted to do was fly,” Dick says. “There are days where we almost went too far, I think, and every time there you were to help us back down,” he continues, but then he stops. “If you want to be a Robin, then I’ll help you, but you need to find someone who can be your grounder too. That hopeful humanity you have is what makes you such a vital part to our team, and I’m just afraid that becoming Robin will change that,” he finishes. You held on to every word.
Robin, what did it really stand for? It wasn’t just Batman’s sidekick, it was a symbol as much as Batman was. A symbol of hope for some, the hope that came after vengeance.
And here you were, wanting to become a Robin just to hunt down the Joker.
You couldn’t tell that to Dick.
But it made you so upset. The Joker killed your brother and your father hasn’t done anything about him, hell, you were just reading an article about how Joker and Batman had a showdown and still your father let him go. Wasn’t your father angry at all? Didn’t he feel some kind of guilt or sympathy for Jason?
“(Y/N), I know what you’re thinking, I can see it in your eyes,” Dick says. “But Bruce… Bruce has his own way of grieving too. We don’t have to understand it, it’s not like he’d tell us anyway, but just like how you came to me, Bruce went to someone else,” Dick explains.
“He’s my own dad, and I feel like you know him better than I ever will.”
“I am older than you,” he nudges you softly.
“I just wish he came to us,” you mumbled. “He thinks he’s so alone sometimes, and I feel it,” you held onto your chest and rubbed it softly with the ball of your hand. “I feel like I don’t know him anymore, Dick, I don’t know how to talk to my own dad.”
“Just start small, he’s grieving too.”
“I don’t recognize him anymore, Dick,” your hands went to your arms now. “Don’t tell him this, okay?” You looked at him, your eyes wide with a hint of… something, something Dick didn’t want to admit.
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Sibling secret,” he makes a zipper motion with his mouth. You moved so that you were facing him a little more.
“When he came home the other night, Tim was already in bed and I was about to go too, but you know I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, and my therapist recommended tea. I figured dad would want some too, he usually does after late-night patrols, so I made some for him and brought it down to the cave. I was originally just going to leave it there, but he was already sitting down in front of the batcomputer… I didn’t even hear him come in,” you started. “And when I placed the mug down, he turned to look at me so fast that I almost fell back, and…” you hesitated, but Dick was listening very carefully, “he threw one of those batarangs of his. He threw it towards me and he missed, but,” your hand ghosted over your cheek, where the shallow cut was long before, “I know he didn’t mean to, he’d been on edge ever since what happened but… he scared me, Dick. The way he looked at me, it scared me so much I couldn’t move,” your hands were trembling, they were trembling so much you clasped your hands together to stop them, but they didn’t, “I’ve never been afraid of dad before but that night was different. I couldn’t say anything to him, I just dropped the mug off and ran back upstairs.”
“Did he do that?” Dick was in disbelief. You nodded your head, the image still clear in your mind.
“The next morning he apologized but… I didn’t think I’d ever be in that situation to begin with. I know, I know ever since what happened with Jason he’s been so guarded, so I’m not holding it against him but…” you trailed off. You were so scared that night. “I know it won’t happen again.”
“It won’t, you’re right,” he says. “Maybe…” he hesitates. “Maybe I’ll drop by a bit more, I know Tim’s been training, but maybe it’ll help more if a former Robin helped him out,” Dick says. Your expression seemed to perk up at this.
“You’re coming home?”
“Just visiting,” he says. “Might do Tim some good to have someone other than Alfred and Bruce, right?” He rolls his shoulders out. “Plus, I can tell you miss me,” he nudges your shoulder and you rolled your eyes again.
“I always miss you guys,” you waved it off.
“Aww, oh my god! My sister misses me?” Dick exaggerates and you groan.
“Don’t you dare make me regret coming here!”
“Oh, I am so touched, I could cry,” Dick hides his eyes with his hand before separating his fingers just enough to see your deadpan expression. You shook your head and stood up.
“Thanks, Dick, for hearing me out,” you wiped your palms on your thighs.
“Of course, anything for you, (Y/N),” he smiles.
“I don’t want to bother you anymore-”
“Whoa! You’re leaving already? Let me treat you out first, you came all the way here to Blüdhaven, I can’t let you go home on an empty stomach,” Dick jumps up and walks ahead of you.
“No, it’s okay!”
“(Y/N), Alfred would kill me,” Dick looks back with an inflated look of despair and you laughed.
“You’re right, you’re right, fine! But I get to choose!”
“Keeping up the spoiled persona, I get you.”
"Dick! You're such a..." you stopped yourself and Dick waited with expectant eyes for the punchline. "I'm not gonna say it."
"It was worth a shot," Dick waits for you to catch up and you both left together.
~
2022
You’re in the manor, but you knew, not really. The details were fuzzy, faceless paintings repeated themselves, and hallways seemed longer than usual. Every time you turned a wrong corner the hallway would loop until you realized that you had to turn around.
This was a dream.
Ever since you’d come to this new Earth, you had this uncanny ability of lucid dreaming. Or, at the very least, you were very conscious in your dreams. You always remembered them after too. But naught without cost. You either had a dreamless night, or you had relentless nightmares. You were already mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to see. If you were in the manor then, you already know, this one would be tough. And it seemed that your dream was guiding you into the foyer, and it landed you in front of the infamous bookcase. You pulled the bust’s head back and pressed the button, watching the bookcase slide forward and to the side. The staircase down was dark, near infinite. You took a deep breath and took a step closer to it.
“(Y/N)? You’re not allowed down there,” you heard a voice behind you say. You turned around and saw a much younger Dick Grayson.
“Why not?”
“It’s dangerous.” He says.
“Why don’t you come with me then?” You caught your reflection on the glass case next to you. You were so little. Your cheeks round with baby fat and your hair tied into twin tails. This was going to be rough.
“I… I wouldn’t be enough, just stay up here, okay? Let’s play a game,” he pulls out a Monopoly set and you shook your head.
“Sorry, Dick, I just want to be done with this.” You shook your head and walked into the darkness, feeling the chill of fear run through you with every step. And finally you reached the bottom, and the cave illuminated. You could hear someone typing on the keyboard. “Dad?” You called out to him and the clacking stopped. You walked further into the cave, until you could see the batcomputer and the looming figure of the Batman sitting in front of it. “I didn’t hear you come home,” you waited for his response. And there was none. “Dad?” You chanced it again. And the Batman turned quickly on the chair.
You were afraid.
You felt your heart pumping and the blood rushing through your veins. That wasn’t your father, no, it was a daemon in the Batsuit, how fucking fitting. And you screamed, you called for help, and you wanted to fall to the ground and cover your ears with how the daemon roared. And when it fell to the ground and started clawing its way toward you it just felt so real, it felt so real that you could feel the tears streaming down your face and your burning throat.
“(Y/N)! Get away!” Your dad. You felt someone pull you back with such force that you nearly flew at that size. And you watched the two Batmen fighting. One, your father, and the other a daemon.
“You!” Another voice now. You were knocked to the ground and you saw… you. She pinned you down with a crazed look in her eyes. “You took everything from me,” her voice dripped with venom and you looked away. She wrapped her hands around your throat and pressed her thumbs against your windpipe. “I’ll kill you.” You gasped for air now and she throttled you. “Give it back. Give it back to me!” You shook your head, and you shut your eyes, trying every trick in the book to wake up. You bit your tongue, you gnawed on your hands, and you even tried doing simple math until finally you shot up from bed.
Taking deep breaths, you clutched onto your heart. Your wounds had been cleaned and bandaged. You looked around the med bay and you wiped the cold sweat from your head. You looked to the side, spotting the scattered tools, and you grabbed the scalpel. You took more deep breaths, the world at your peripherals still fuzzy, and you plunged it into your hand just to be sure you’d woken up and soon you heard a shout next to you.
“Are you crazy?! Give me that!” Jason tugged the scalpel out of your hand and chucked it toward the other side of the room. It looks like he had just woken up too. He slumped back on the chair next to your bed and took deep breaths.
“Jason, what happened?” You watched your hand reattach. Back to normal.
“What happened? You almost got ripped apart, that’s what happened,” he points at your bandages.
“I mean after, Jay.”
“Oh, well,” he shakes the shock off, “after you passed out, Alex came back and helped that other girl wheel you over here to get you patched up. Tim went with Mary, I think her name was, and they started doing stuff with the monster to see why it reacted that way.”
“And Damian?” Jason points at the other side of your bed and you turned your head toward it. Damian had fallen asleep next to you, head resting on his arms that were crossed over the edge of the bed. Wordlessly, you rubbed his hair gently and you turned to Jason. “Talk about a warm welcome,” you repeated. Jason didn’t answer, he was looking down at your hand. “You’re right. It is sick and twisted.” Your hand looked like nothing had happened to it. “Looks like I never stabbed it all, huh?” Your voice was quiet, so as not to wake Damian.
“But those are still there,” he looked at the healed over that encircled your whole wrist.
Your hands were the first to go that night.
You rubbed it softly.
“I don’t like thinking about it.”
“I don’t blame you.”
“I still have nightmares about it,” you tugged the hospital gown up, as if it would hide the scar that encircled your neck. It didn’t.
“Was that the one you had just now?”
“No, that one was… fairly new,” you thought back to it. It wasn’t the first time you’d been attacked by yourself. You figured it was some crazy dream symbolism thing that said you were at odds with yourself, but you weren’t so sure. Jason didn’t need to know about it. “It’s fine,” you shook your head.
“Oh, Captain, you’re up,” the nurse walks in with a clipboard in hand. “That was a nasty bite you had there, but I suspect it’s all been reattached by now, right?” You touched your chest. All good. You nodded your head and the nurse beamed. “Excellent, then, you’d been resting for a while so you should be able to get back to work soon?”
“How long have I been out?”
“It’s been a couple of days, Captain. Sir Grant will drop by and hand you the paperwork you’ve missed.”
“It can’t be that much, can it?” You asked. The nurse just smiles.
“Dr. Bronte ordered you to remain on bed rest for the week, he was very adamant about it,” she says. “So, unfortunately, nothing but paperwork.”
“What?! He knows I reattach, right?!” You shot up from bed and she ushers you back down.
“Yes, of course, but it’s still his orders,” she says. You groaned.
“I see, thank you,” you dismissed her and she saluted before leaving the room.
“So… Captain, huh?” Jason makes conversation. “You have to tell me about that,” he crosses his ankle over his knee and you shook your head with a slight smile.
“It’s boring.”
“Well, not like you’re going anywhere.”
“Rude!”
“I’m serious! I wanna know what you’ve been up to! I thought you hated being a leader.”
“I do.”
“So… why Captain?”
“God, everyone else is incomptent,” you rolled your eyes and Jason laughed.
“That’s more like you, tell me from the beginning.”
“Ugh… well…” You looked up at the ceiling, thinking of where to start. “When I woke up here I was so lost. I was lucky enough to have been brought in by good people, and they showed me how this world worked, but I knew I had to repay them somehow. Luckily for me, one of them was the previous Captain, so he let me train under him and now I’m here. That’s the shortened version,” you explained.
“What? Boring, give me the good one.”
“You’re so annoying!”
“Sure, yeah, now tell me about people you beefed with.”
“Fine.”
~
2015
You were worried sick, and you stayed up late to wait for your father and Tim to come home, they told you they’d be back in the morning, and now it was nearing midnight, their comms were turned off and their locations unknown, Babs was going near crazy trying to locate them and here you were, waiting in the Batcave like it would do something.
“Dick, what do you think?” You chewed on the tip of your thumb. Your older brother stood by the computer, trying to do anything to locate anything.
“I might send the Titans in after them if they’re not back,” he says. You stood up and looked at the screen. Tim had only recently been inducted in as a Robin, after months and months of training, he finally made it, and this was his first big break mission with your father after he’d saved the others from Two-Face, the first time he was entrusted with an actual mission aside from the Gotham patrols. But… you were worried.
Then, finally, you heard the telltale sign of the plane landing, and you and Dick were quick to run over. Your father emerged first and soon after…
“Tim?” You stepped forward to see him better and… You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, it was the only thing louder than the ringing. There was blood, a lot of it, it caked around his face and on his uniform, and it left footprints where he walked. He spotted you, forcing a smile and a wave.
But the world around you dulled. All conversation was muted to you. Your vision tunneled on Tim, and for some reason all you could see was Jason, head split open by a crowbar and blood pooled around him like you’d seen in all your nightmares, and when you’d blink he’d go back to Tim, bloodied. Then you’d blink again, Jason, you’d blink, Tim. What was this ringing? This fear you felt in your heart? Couldn’t your father have helped clean him up a little on his way here? Couldn’t he have dressed those wounds better? Was the blood even his?
“(Y/N)?” Tim was closer now, you noticed him nursing his side, the wound messily dressed and barely doing the job. You looked at your father.
“Oh, Tim,” your hands rest on his shoulders gently, while you tried to assess the damage. “What happened?” You asked carefully.
“It was rough,” your father shook his head. “Too many variables we didn’t account for, we won’t make that mistake again.”
“Too many variables? Enough to leave Tim like this?” You looked at him. “Let me see it,” you looked at his side.
“It’s okay,” Tim shakes his head.
“Show me,” you insisted. Tim only nodded, removing his hand just enough so you could see the scar through the cut-open uniform. Go figure, the Robin uniform wasn’t fit for a jungle. You looked at your father again, who was looking at Tim. “What happened?”
“Mutated animals, we’re still investigating it, we’ll return in the morning,” he responds.
“In the morning? Look at him! He’s barely holding himself together!” You argued. “Take Dick with you! Tim needs to rest.”
“(Y/N),” Dick spoke up, or had he been speaking?
“He’s fine, (Y/N), we all cleared him for Robin work, this is just collateral,” your father answers.
“Just collateral? He’s not a business, he’s Tim fucking Drake!” You stepped in front of Tim now. “Do you want to go back there?” You looked at him, and he shrank in his shoes. Tim only shook his head, clearly still shaken from the events.
“He’s a Robin, he wanted to be a Robin, trained for it, and now he is it,” Batman argues.
“Christ, dad, he’s thirteen!” You shout.
“Dick was eleven!”
“And look where that got him! He resents you!” You looked to Dick, who sighed and shook his head. He couldn’t answer, because what you said had some truth to it. Everyone knew it.
“Jason was—”
“Jason is dead!” You cut him off, your hands balled at your sides and your throat strained, there was a tense silence in the cave now. “You killed my brother! You killed him and you didn’t even grieve like a normal person, I had to hear from Tim that you were ripping people apart in the ports! That’s horrifying, dad! Why… why are you repeating what happened with Jason?!”
“Take that back!” Batman’s voice rose in a way no one ever heard before.
“And what will you do if Tim is gone? Are you going to go on a killing spree?” You felt like pulling your hair out. “Jason’s gone and you haven’t done shit about it!”
“I’ve done everything to avenge him!”
“Everything to avenge but none to honor!” You stood up taller now, and you looked the Batman in his eye. “The Joker still runs wild, and all you’ve done is train his replacement.”
“You know nothing about what I do for this city!”
“And I don’t want to be part of it,” you could feel your throat burning. “Look at Tim! He could be dead right now and you wouldn’t do anything about it, you said it yourself, it’s just collateral,” you turned his words on him and Batman stepped forward. You stepped back.
“Death… death is part of the job,” Batman responds and your shoulders slumped.
“God… are you even my father when you put that mask on?” You tried to step back, hoping you’d see at least some of your dad in him, but nothing. “If death is so okay with you then I don’t want to be next in line. I will never be a vigilante.”
“What did you say?” Batman spoke up.
“You…” You’re a monster. You couldn’t find it in yourself to say it. “I will never be a vigilante, I want nothing to do with this Batman circus act, especially if you’re so okay with your kids being near killed,” you were running your mouth now, saying everything that came to mind. You just couldn’t think straight, how the hell did your older brothers do it? You would scrape a knee and they’d raise hell, now Tim comes home bleeding head to toe and you want to throttle whoever did this to him. “I don’t know who you even are, anymore, but the Batman I idolized would have never put his sons in these kinds of situations!”
“You don’t know me!”
“I don’t anymore!”
“Don’t pretend you understand this line of business!”
“I’m not! I don’t understand being a vigilante at all!”
“You’ve lived with us your whole life and you still don’t understand?! Gotham needs us!”
“You’re right, Gotham needs you! Not some remote island with mutated animals! Jesus, you could’ve at least given Tim some actual gear!”
“We didn’t account for monsters thrice our size!”
“And you didn’t think to regroup and plan that shit out?!”
“Watch your language!”
“Fuck my language, Tim’s barely together!”
“You’re acting like you know him so well.”
“And you do?! You really think any normal thirteen-year-old would be okay with getting their shit beat out of them!”
“He chose this.”
“He doesn’t have to get ripped apart because of it!”
“You are making a big deal out of—”
“I just don’t want to lose another brother!” Your voice echoed in the cave. You looked back to Tim, whose hands were over his ears now and his eyes shut closed. His bloodied hands dripped down his face and you shook your head, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping most of it from his face. Tim’s eyes opened slowly and his hands moved away so you could clean up at least that much, at least enough to stop seeing the worst possible outcome. And though you felt a rage like none other, you kept your hands steady, you kept them gentle, just enough to try to calm Tim down without saying anything that would make him more scared.
“Why do you even bother, (Y/N)?” You heard Batman speak behind you, and before you could turn back to him, Dick took your shoulders and pushed you away.
“Let’s go, you need to cool off,” he says quietly.
“I need to help Tim!”
“Alfred will help him.”
“In that case someone has to pull Batman back to reality!” You tried to shrug Dick off, but his grip was firm. “Let go, Dick! Don’t pretend you don’t agree with me!”
“Let’s take a walk, (Y/N),” he insists, urging you out of the cave.
“Am I so wrong, Dick?!”
“Let’s go,” he keeps ushering you, “I’ll deal with Bruce.”
“You’ll deal with him?” You pushed away from him, you were just steps away from the outside. “Oh! Right! You’ll deal with him… the prodigal son,” you huffed. “Go figure, the kid he listens to is the one he chose and not the one he had,” you snarked and Dick’s expression steeled.
“Don’t say it like that.”
“But it’s exactly that and you know it,” you shot back. “When dad found out I was a weak kid he picked you up instead to train as his protege.”
“That’s not how it happened and you know it!”
“Try all you want to escape him, you never will.” Dick clenches his jaw, holding back something that probably, no, definitely would’ve destroyed your relationship, and he took a deep breath.
“Let’s go,” his voice was softer as he ushers you out again and you both take a step into the cold. “Take a deep breath, (Y/N).” You did so. Both of you were quiet, looking over the cliffside.
“I’m sorry, Dick,” you said quietly, your voice just barely over the sound of waves hitting the rock around you.
“It’s fine, you’re mad, I get it,” Dick nods. “You never get mad, this is just all that pent-up anger.”
“Yeah…” you took a deep breath again. “How the hell did you two do it?” You asked him. Dick shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Do what?”
“All of it.”
“You know, we came home much worse before.”
“But I never saw it.”
“We didn’t let you.”
“I was so young at the time, I get it.”
“You’re still young now.”
“And he’s younger.” Dick didn’t respond.
“Being a vigilante… it’s not easy work, (Y/N),” he says. “We get battered, bruised, and beaten, but we do it for a good cause. If we don’t do it, then who will?” He asks.
“I know, I understand it when you say it, but I can’t understand him,” you looked at him.
“And I respect that, I do,” Dick nods.
“Who even is he, anymore?” You looked away from him. Again, Dick didn’t respond.
“You were pretty harsh in there, (Y/N),” he says.
“Was I?”
“Jason would be proud,” Dick laughs. You didn’t. “You know Bruce is… he’s on his own train, and we’re just a couple cars behind him,” Dick says. “He has his own way of doing things, he cares in his own way, too. You know he wouldn’t let Tim die, he’s not going to put him in a situation he knew he wouldn’t be able to save him in.”
“I… I think I know that,” you shuddered.
“What happened with Jason was because of a myriad of factors that were out of all our control. It’s no one’s fault,” he looks at you, but you were looking to the city. "(Y/N)? What are you thinking right now?"
"I just..." your voice trailed off and your eyes were still distant. You hadn't realized it, you hadn't really thought of it until now. “I miss my dad.”
~
2022
“What do you think, Zee? Can you find them?” Dick’s brows furrowed together while Zatanna ran back the camera footage from the cave earlier. They played the footage in slow motion so she could run through every detail.
“What I can definitely say is that it’s 100% magic,” she says. Constantine leans over, eyes squinted.
“Yup, I agree.”
“Can you back off? You smell like alcohol,” Zatanna grimaces.
“Hey, I’m here to help too!”
“I didn’t ask for your help, you were just in the room when Dick asked me to come over and you followed,” Zatanna groaned.
“Contrary to popular belief, I was (Y/N)’s favorite,” Constantine grinned.
“Okay, that’s definitely not true,” Dick frowns.
“It is! I’d do a lil party trick for her every time I saw her when she was a lass,” Constantine defends. Zatanna and Dick share a look of disbelief before they go back to the tapes.
“Well?” Bruce approaches from behind them. “What are we thinking?”
“Aside from the obvious magic?” Constantine lights his cigarette.
“What do you think?” Bruce asks.
“Roll it back a few seconds, Zee, right before the bright light,” Constantine leans against the console, and when Bruce glares at him he straightens again. “Zoom in on the watch.”
“Here, we have a reconstruction of it here,” Dick taps the screen to the side and brings up the holographic image of the watch. Constantine swipes it around while observing the emblem etched onto it.
“The hint is here,” he says while pointing to it. “Trace back this emblem and you’ll find your boys.”
“How do you know for sure?”
“There are very few kinds of magic that you can use on an object like this,” he says. He opens the watch and the watch face deconstructs into layers in the hologram. “And when you look at the make of the watch, it explains much more.”
“Look at the hands, there’s eight of them, and with each hand is a corresponding circle with a different engraving around the circumference,” Zatanna says, “it’s a device used for transport, to put it bluntly. And if the watch hands aren’t set to a certain one, it can be inferred that a device used for transport would have its default settings set to where it’s originally from, so if we trace back the source we’ll be able to find Tim and Jason,” she says.
“What she—” Constantine is cut off by his phone ringing. “Hold on, gotta get this,” he picks it up and walks to a quiet part of the cave.
“Think you can give it a shot?” Dick asks. Zatanna hums.
“Sure,” she shrugs. “Gnirb kcab Mit dna Nosaj!” Though there were sparks, nothing happened. “I didn’t think that would work. Let me try something else. Gnirb em eht hctaw!” In seconds, a bright light forms between her hands and then the sounds of clinks and clatters of watch pieces falling to the ground are heard.
“Oh, great, they broke it,” Dick wasn’t surprised when he picked it up.
“But if there’s residual energy on it then I can trace it,” Dick places the pieces on the console right as Constantine returns.
“Alright, let’s work a deal,” he looks at Bruce. “I help you find your four missing kids if you help me with mine.”
“Tell me more,” Bruce invites him to continue.
“An old protege of mine has been having some trouble with monsters, if you and your detective brains can help him and I figure out what’s going on, Zee and I will help you look for your kids.”
“Hey! Who said I agreed to this?!”
“I thought you had a soft spot for Liverpool,” Constantine shrugs.
“Oh! If it’s him who needs help then by all means,” Zatanna smiles, remembering the younger boy fondly.
“Well, there you have it, should be quick, might end up just being an extermination job, but he won’t stop bitching about it, so what’s the plan?” Bruce and Dick look at each other. They’d been trying for weeks now trying to find a lead of some sort, with Constantine and Zatanna’s help they’d be able to figure it out much faster.
“Fine,” Bruce shakes Constantine’s hand and, at the snap of a finger, a portal opens up next to Constantine.
“Then let’s start our search,” he invites the two to enter first. “You coming, Zee?”
“I’ll follow, I want to study this watch first.”
“Smart move,” Dick says.
“I’ll see you all soon,” she watches the portal close.
The three men land in what looks like a small village. People milled about and kept to themselves while they moved about the streets.
“So where is this protege of yours?” Bruce asks.
“Beats me,” Constantine shrugs.
“What do you mean?!” Dick shouts.
“Might’ve landed in the wrong town,” Constantine looks around. “‘Scuse me, love, which way to the Capital?” He pulls aside a maiden. He cheeks tinge pink before pointing down the road.
“You’ll get there in three days if you walk, hail a cab, they’ll be able to take you there faster,” she says.
“Will do, thanks,” Constantine holds his hand up. “You guys have cash right?”
“Who do you think I am?” Bruce asks. Constantine busies himself looking for a cab while Bruce and Dick stuck together, looking around the village with a hawk’s eye.
“Whoops! Sorry, mister!” A kid accidentally collides into Bruce and runs off. Bruce checks his pockets quickly, feeling everything still inside, and soon the duo notice the grouping of children.
“Wonder what the fuss is about,” Dick stretches slightly to try to see what everyone’s looking at. “Hey, what’s everyone so excited about?” Dick asks one of the newspaper boys.
“You don’t know?” The kid asks.
“Nope,” Dick answers with a shrug.
“Dang, mister, are you living under a rock?!” He hands him a newspaper and Dick skims through it. “The Dark Knight is coming!” Bruce turned his attention to the newspaper kid. “We’ll be saved from the daemons!”
“The Dark Knight?” Dick asks, catching on to Bruce’s attention.
“Duh! Captain Wayne!”
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hc that steve harrington is classically trained on the piano but quit taking lessons his sophomore year but is still very musically talented.
- he picked up guitar in middle school because he was bored
- no one really knows bc he doesn't ever talk abt it, not even robin
- but sometimes if robin ever practices in front of him or while he's around he can tell if she's flat or sharp and tells her (she doesn't mind that's why she does it)
- super good pitch and tune
- whenever someone asks why there's a piano in the house he just shrugs as if he doesn't play it regularly to help with his stress
- good voice too
- when he can't sleep he'll listen to music then try and figure it out on the piano or guitar to help him relax
- introducing eddie
- steve knew he was in a band when they were in highschool, so he knows he can play and sing
- he was always a little envious, but never did anything about it because he didn't really want to be associated w them (like at all)
- post upside down steve and eddie start hanging out more bc they're close in age and the kids need rides from them
- steve will be the first to say that he's definitely NOT crazy abt eddie's taste in music (he liked george michael. cuz i said so)
- but the more they hang out the more steve gets used to it (likes it)
- eventually they're eddie's driving around w steve and this One Song comes on and steve immediately u knows he HAS to learn this on the piano (choose whatever song u want. I didn't think this far ahead)
- asks eddie the name of the song and who it's by
- eddie almost crashes the car w how fast he whips his head around to look at steve bc He basically just Asked To Listen To This Again
- eventually eddie tunes back in and tells steve the name of the song and notices him jot it down on his hand or arm or something before he begins to tap against his thighs to the beat (he's internalizing the beat guys)
- single finger beat keeping switches to him starting to try and map out chords and the melody on his legs (Tries to. It's hard)
- he suddenly looks up and looks around to see where they are and notices they aren't far from his place
- 'eddie take me home'
- 'what? why'
- 'don't ask, just drive'
- so eddie does, very confused and little hurt bc steve is scrunching his face up looking annoyed but he's just trying to focus on the song still
- eddie pulls into the driveway and steve practically runs out of the car, nearly tripping on the driveway w how fast he's moving
- eddie's just sitting in the car like ??? before he decides to follow him to see What The Hell is Wrong
- and he gets in the door and hears a piano from the basement and follows the sound
- he gets down there and steve is frantically sorting chords out and humming to himself to see what works and what doesn't and he doesn't hear eddie come down
- eddie just stands there really
- after a few minutes steve has got it coherent enough to tell what it is and turns and grins a little shyly at eddie
- s 'sorry abt that'
- e 'i didn't know u played'
- s 'i didn't tell u'
- e 'how did u do that'
- s 'took lessons for years as a kid, i can just kinda' gestures vaguely to the piano and himself and
- e 'that's so cool' he walks over and stands behind steve by the piano 'can u do more of it?'
- s 'uh, Yeah i guess i can'
- they work together to figure out the rest of the song (easy part)
- eddie asks him to learn some other songs (he's hesitant to say yes)
- eddie asks him to teach him a little (he's less hesitant)
- they end up spending the afternoon in steve's basement w a few beers and a radio in the background w eddie daring steve to play whatever comes on the top 40
#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie#?#loosely. they're both Here#eddie munson#this wasn't supposed to be like an actual thing#but i've been getting back into piano so#also no clue if this is readable at all sorry guys
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hey! could you do jouno hcs please?
AHHHH ABSOLUTELY. ty for the ask!!
Jouno Saigiku x Reader Headcanons!
a/n— sadistic characters make my brain go brrrr
content— jouno calls reader ‘darling’, possessive bf jouno, gets kinda deep for no reason in the casual hcs, jouno is a meanie, mirror sex, jealous sex, temperature play, incorrect use of ice and wax, p in v, slight voyeurism(?), markings, and i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!!
synopsis— cute little headcanons with jouno in the sections of casual, relationship, and nsfw!!
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casual headcanons
fear of heights. up high in the air is the one space where he can’t hear much besides the wind and smells everything that wafts his way; he just feels vulnerable while up high.
cooking master. when you have to deal with tecchou and his disgusting mixtures all day, you’d want to make yourself some homemade comfort food too
can play the piano like a GOD. it was one of his many passions before he lost his sight, and even afterwards he never stopped.
secretly loves being around the other hunting dogs. when he’s alone he can’t see or hear.
^^^he gets scared of being trapped inside his own mind due to this
he dreams of having a world where everyone can exist in peace with the hunting dogs protecting the city
was an only child
loves listening to teruko and tachiharas banter because he never got to experience something close to siblings fighting before
can speak at least two languages but no more than four
very much an early bird
amazing chess player, literally so strategic *cue mastermind by taylor swift*
likes bitter tastes more than awfully sweet tastes
loves puzzles, he just enjoys feeling around and using his intellectual skills and heightened senses to put them together
likes loud rock music more than what others assume he would like(he actually hates classical music. he finds it boring.)
runs hot like a damn oven
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relationship headcanons
meanie!!!!
jouno is literally as if satan made a special person to just make your life as difficult as possible.
jouno loves you because of your mind
you’re just as charismatic as he is and he enjoys how you two can just communicate without words. him with your heart rate and breathing pattern and you with his facial and body movements 🫶🏼
even if he’s a meanie , jouno still enjoys coming home and cuddling with you
will he initiate it?
absolutely not.
until he was in a relationship with you, jouno never realized how much he enjoyed another persons touch
jouno will make your life with him a living hell though, make no mistake
like i said; he runs hot and makes it everyone’s problem
you two can simply be laying in bed like normal civilized people, but if you mention you’re hot? he’s grabbing your waist pulling you closer to your furnace of a boyfriend.
“ get off of me! ”
“ you don’t wanna cuddle with me, darling? ”
jouno isn’t someone who will talk about your relationship at work or with anyone he’s not comfortable with
so when he first tells tecchou about you? he shocks himself
he definitely accidentally told you he loved you first
“ yeah, yeah. love you too. ” he’d said after you called him annoying
or something like that
your meanie boyfriend just loves you so much🫶🏼
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nsfw headcanons
like i said guys; jouno is M-E-A-N
man is a grade 1 tease
literally a power top!!
he loves just hearing your heartbeat pick up when he’s fucking you🫶🏼
and the sounds? man could bust just off of them.
like i said; he runs hot, so temperature play is one of his favorite things
he loves hearing your gasps when he pours hot wax on your body, always careful not to hurt you
he absolutely is obsessed with your whines when he runs ice around your tits, making your cute little nipples hard🫶🏼
you think you can make him jealous and he wouldn’t teach you a lesson? tough luck.
you could just be talking to tecchou or tachihara, but if he hears your heartbeat pick up or hear the slightest change in your tone? be ready to not walk for weeks
he’ll take you home and make sure you know who you belong to
MIRROR SEX🙏🙏
obviously he can’t see, but sometimes if you’re bad enough, he’ll make you describe what you look like to him– and if you stutter? he’ll slow down until you’re begging for him to hurry up and ruin you
he would never ever share you with anyone. you’re his and he’s yours
he’s definitely more of a receiver of head more than a giver, he just loves hearing your cute little moans while you’re choking on his cock🫶🏼
will make you play with yourself in front of him if you’ve been just a little too naughty
if he’s on an away mission he’ll call you and will jerk off to the sound of your voice
loves marking you with hickeys
your neck, thighs, and tummy covered every time after he fucks you.
jouno just needs everyone to know that he owns you❤️
he makes me giggle, sorry if these aren’t great i rushed them just a bit!!
likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! thank you sm for this ask!
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Insufferable Arsehole Part 3: Sex - Matty Healy Series
A/n: hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think :)
Warnings: smut . Minors DNI
Part 1 found here. Part 2 found here
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She finds herself daydreaming; staring into space as the boys tune their various instruments at different times, George hitting the drums, testing that they sounded the way he wanted them to.
Her chin rested against her palm, her elbow resting against her knee, she sat on the edge of the stage, looking out at the venue, it was big, not the biggest she has played but still sizeable. She was incredibly nervous considering she did this for a living.
She could hear Matty singing, sound check was always a part she hated. So when someone called her name, she didn't quite catch it until maybe the third (or sixth) time they called.
"Lou your turn" she finally heard, nearly stumbling as she jumped up. She chuckled to herself, turning around to see Ross standing right behind her, her chest is suddenly flushed against his and her breath catches in her throat.
Her feet betray her as she stands from the piano, her body fails her as it moves over to the man sitting on the sofa next to her. She didn't notice he stood up too, but it suddenly dawns on her how tall he is in comparison to her.
She doesn't know how she got here, his lips pressed against hers, her tongue in his mouth as her hands gripped his hair, weaving through the curls, making him groan into her mouth. She noted how soft they both were, she was expecting his lips to be rough and his hair to be... well ratty.
She remembers saying something about how delirious he was to suggest such a thing, she remembers the way he said "tell me you haven't once thought about it and I'll leave the idea alone, I'll be a saint, a completely bearable human being". The smirk on his face was unwavering.
Now his mouth is on hers and his hands grasp her arse, he notes how tight it feels in his hands and they both gasp as he tugs her forward, the denim of her shorts colliding with his jeans. All she can say is his name, over and over like scripture. He completely invades her senses, all she can smell, taste and feel his him and its toxic. The way his hands feel on her, the way his chest presses against hers: its everything. He knows this feeling all to well, utterly addicted to everything that is her. The man she despises so much says words that make her heart and core flutter "I've wanted this for so long" he whispers against her lips.
"Matty" she sighs, his hands now at the base of her neck, holding her tight against his lips, not letting her go.
"These are a poor excuse of clothing love, swear you wore them on purpose just to mess with me" he says as he tugs against the hoops of her denim shorts, his lips have found their way to her neck, sucking against the tanned skin. She tasted like heaven and he felt deprived of her, having wanted her for so long.
She gasps before she speaks making the man smirk against her neck, she pushes him away, grasping his chin in-between her fingertips, holding him where he was so she could speak. His eyes were trained on her as she spoke her next words, swollen lips smothered in her red lipstick, the bottom one finds its way inbetween her teeth and her fingertips pluck it back out.
"Despite what you may think, I don't dress to turn you on" she says. He smirks, lips pressing against hers roughly.
"Well then, whether you are trying or not, its working love" he says, his classic smirk resting on his lips once again, making her want to growl.
"Shut up" she pulls him back, lips and tongues meeting as he grinds against her.
"Hello? Lou! Hello!" he waves in front of her face, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Hey are you okay?" Ross asks, her eyes wander behind her and find Matty's who's eyes are already focused on hers, that fucking smirk that rests against his lips is torture.
"Yeah yeah sorry. Just distracted" she says, sighing at her stupid brain.
"Hey its all good! Here if you need me yeah?" Ross asks before pulling her into a hug.
Behind them Matty mouths "cute" and the hand that is flat against Ross' back moves, flipping him her middle finger.
They pull away shortly after and she walks seemingly un-phaised past Matty and to the piano, one of the tech men adjusts the microphone to her height. She does the sound check quickly, wanting to be out of the room as fast as she could. She sings a few lines to about you, Matty still watching her intently.
She finishes and begins to walk away until someone calls her.
"Sounded pretty good, considering" she hears Matty say behind her. She continues walking off stage, round the back of the stage until a hand stops her.
"Pretty good for a chick who can't play her instrument?" She quips back, stopping in her tracks to face him now. Matty feels a pang in his chest and she repeated his own words back to him, he didn't mean them whatsoever and he needed her to know that, not that now was the time.
"Pretty good for a chick who hasn't been able to get her mind off that kiss the other day" he challenges.
"Your ego just couldn't get any bigger could it?" She asks, rolling her eyes at him, she only now realises that her hand is still in his. His eyes darken quickly and she smirks up at him, her eyebrows raising, daring him to say what's on his mind.
"Roll your eyes at me one more time and see what happens" he says, she does and what happens next seems to happen in the blink of an eye.
Before she knows it he has her pinned up against the wall, his leg pushes up in-between her thighs, he's silently thanking whatever force made her decide to wear the pathetic excuse for a skirt she was wearing.
He stands either side of her core, one of his legs anchoring her to the wall, she gasps, grabbing his shoulders to steady herself.
"Tell me I'm lying, tell me you haven't been thinking about that kiss. I have. Tell me you don't want it to happen again" he says, lips mere inches against her lips. His confession takes her breath away again, how come he could be so god damn sincere in moments like these, but the rest of the time was an arrogant and mean bastard.
"I don't want it to happen again" she manages to get out. He laughs a deep laugh, pushing his leg further into her until it's grazing against her core. She sighs deeply, head thrown back, hitting the wall roughly, not that she cares in her current state of mind.
His eyes drift down the expanse of her throat, he remembers how it felt to have his lips there and his mind goes foggy, knowing he'd do anything to suck at that skin, just to taste her again. He had been having withdrawals since their first kiss and the feeling was all too familiar, one in which he thought he would hate to feel again, but he was hooked and for one he felt like it was a good thing.
"Oh fuck it" he says, his mouth finds her neck and he sucks harshly. Her hands find his hair and she tugs, pulling him away from her neck. He's the first to break, pressing his lips against hers.
"You're such a cock" she mumbles against his lips, he shuts her up as he thrusts his tongue into her mouth, finding hers and moving against each other like clockwork.
Her hands in his hair grip harshly and he groans into her mouth, the vibrations forcing a moan from her too.
"Tell me what you want" he says, barely breaking the kiss to speak.
"No" she says against his lips. He wishes he would just pull away, tell her that if she didn't ask she didn't get. But he's addicted, so instead he takes a step back, being careful not to break the kiss, he readjusts them so he's standing flush against her, his core touching hers.
She feels his clothed member straining against his jeans as he pushes himself against her. The both of them groan at the friction, needing more. He begins thrusting his clothed core against hers, like a pair of teenagers, the both of them moan, mouths open, their lips aren't touching now, their eyes are trained on each others, deep and dark. A particular rutt has her sighing, reaching for his face to pull him against her, lips attached again.
"You feel so good" he says, They both hear their names being called through their in-ears, their tour manager wanting them to do a group rehearsal.
"Fuck" he murmurs against her mouth as she pulls away, his mouth searches for hers before he feels her push against his shoulder. He steps back sighing as she begins to walk away from him.
"Fix your hair" she says as she continues walking, she looks completely composed and it irks him. He does as she says, ruffling his hair until it looks purposefully disheveled, he has to give himself a few moments to calm down, the hard on he is supporting still obvious in his jeans.
"Where's Matty?" George says upon seeing her.
"Why would I know that G?" She says, feigning ignorance.
"Yeah suppose you're right".
Several moments later, they see the man emerge, she notices how he's hair looks better now, her eyes drift between his jeans and his lips which were still slightly swollen.
"What took you so long?" Adam asks.
"You caught me in-between a ciggy break" he says, a perfectly feasible explanation.
The boys then walk to their instruments, completely missing the wink he throws her way. She rolls her eyes again and he scowls.
"Okay you two" their manager points to Matty and Lou "I need you to look like you like each other okay? Matty when you introduce everyone, I need you to say something nice about Lou okay? Get one of the boys to write you something if you really can't think of a single thing" he says and she chuckles to herself.
"That won't be a problem" he utters and she finds herself surprised at his words. She can't remember a time where he had said something genuinely nice about her. Then again he might be saying it won't be a problem to ask one of the boys, she doesn't know.
"Lou you can say something if you'd like?" Jamie asks.
"Na I'm good. The shows about you guys, I'm just here to lend a helping hand" she says and everyone in the room appreciates the sentiment. Maybe George was right after all, she was just doing this out of the kindness of her heart and not for more fame or attention. Matty offers her a soft smile for that and it confuses her further.
Why was he being so nice? She thought.
They run through a few songs, only snippets, making sure everything runs smoothly.
They all exit the stage after that, Matty following the boys whilst Lou goes her own way.
She finds her changing room, locking the door behind her, she leans against it and sighs deeply. She was royally screwed, she thought.
Someone comes to do her make up whilst the support plays and she gets changed into the outfit that was set out for her. She adorns a black suit-like skirt, a black silk shirt that is tucked in, of which she leaves a few of the top buttons undone. She wears her signature boots. Her outfit is cute but doesn't take away from the band. She fits in perfectly.
She leaves her dressing room shortly after, meeting the band in the main room that was backstage.
The boys looked good and she wolf whistled upon seeing them. Matty wasn't there yet and she was kind of thankful, she didn't need a distraction before they got on stage.
"Why thank you madam" George says putting on a posh voice as he takes a bow. Pulling her into a side hug and delivering a kiss to the top of her head, all before letting her go.
"You look good! Fit in with us well" Ross says and she slightly smiles at his words, hugging him tightly.
"Thanks Macdonald" she says, she doesn't see Matty but he sees her, he sees her blush at Ross' words and he feels a pang of jealousy. Truthfully, despite her confidence, she didn't think very highly of herself so pretty much any compliments made her blush.
His presence is then made crystal clear by the obscene cough he lets out. She can't lie, he looked good, dressed in a black suit and white shirt.
She's thankful that Carly comes in that moment, she begins asking Lou how she's feeling and before they know it they're being called on the stage.
The crowd goes wild throughout the beginning songs and she has the best time. Matty and her smile at each other throughout, to the audience it looks like they were friends. She begins feeling nervous when she hears Matty speak, he begins introducing everyone, their names appearing on the screens on either side of the stage.
"To my left we have the wonderful Adam Hann" he says and the crowd screams for him, he smiles and nods politely.
"On drums we have a man who needs no introduction, although I will give him one anyway: the one and only Mr George Daniel" he says, the crowd going wild for him again.
"Behind me, we have the amazing Jamie Squire and John Waugh"
"To my right, last but... well the internet would say certainly not least, Ross MacDonald" he says and for a minute she thought he just completely missed her out on purpose.
"Oh shit wait wait, I've forgotten an extremely important person" he says and the crowd scream as your face lights up the screens.
"This person is incredibly talented, you may already know her, you may not, we're thankful that she is on a break from her own tour because she has honestly saved our lives by helping out on this tour. The simply fantastic Lou!" he says, the audience go absolutely wild. She smiles widely and even lets out a laugh, especially when she hears George cheer loudly into the microphone, Ross whistle loudly and Hann do a cool guitar riff to punctuate her name.
Her eyes find Matty who to her surprise is actually smiling at her. She's surprised at his words too, convinced one of the boys must have told him what to say.
The buzz they all feel when they leave the stage after the first half is something she hasn't felt before. She loves touring with her band but this feeling is next level, her soul feels happy and she felt like she was where she was meant to be.
The rest of the show goes off without a hitch and she feels the happiest she has felt in ages. The last song rolls around and the next thing she knows, she's watching from the side stage as the boys do their bows. Ross is the first to run off stage, swooping her up into a tight hug before running off somewhere else.
George is next, picking her up and spinning her around before placing her back down.
"You were epic out there! Absolutely smashed it, thank you so much again" he says and she pulls him into another hug before he too runs off. Hann is quick to come and go, offering her a tight hug but looking for his wife is the most important thing to him and it makes her heart swell.
Her heart is then rapidly beating in her chest as she sees a sweaty Matty running towards her, the biggest smile she thinks she's ever seen resting on his lips. His shirt had been thrown into the crowd so her eyes hover over his tattoos, stopping on the "we are kings" tattoo, she can't help but bite her bottom lip at the sight.
He almost takes her out with the crushing hug he gives her.
"You..." he says, hands finding hers and pulling her into some dark corner "fuck you were amazing" he says and his words shock her, she doesn't know what to say so doesn't, not that it matters because in the next moment his lips are on hers. The kiss is different to the ones they've had before, it wasn't fueled by any argument or hatred, after all he had just hugged her and then practically fawned over her.
Her hands find his hair easily and tug making him groan loudly. She's worried about getting caught so pulls away quickly. Matty seems to understand without having to say anything. He goes to lead them somewhere else but she stops him.
"Wait a second" she says, pulling him back towards her. He towers over her, her hand still in his, they stand chest to chest and for a moment they just smile at each other.
"What's up? I'd really like to take you to my changing room and show you how thankful I am" he says, his words holding a sweet sentiment, the first she's ever heard from him, whilst also holding the dirtiest of meanings. She feels herself being hopeful, maybe it had finally changed between them.
"What you said back there? About me. Was that actually you? Or one of the guys?" she asks, needing to make sure before she let her guard down and stopped being a bitch to him. He takes offense at her words, he drops her hand and takes a step back, sighing a half chuckle as his hand runs through his hair.
"Oh it had to be one of the boys didn't it? i couldn't say a nice thing about you, that's just impossible isn't it?" he says sarcastically, "I forget, I'm the insufferable arsehole you hate so much" before he storms off, leaving her speechless in her spot.
She stands on her own for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, she thought the idea of one of the boys coming up with those kind words wasn't too unbelievable. For she had never heard Matty say a single kind word about her before.
She's quick to follow in his footsteps finding his changing room and barging in without permission. She finds him, cigarette in mouth, perched on his dressing room sofa, head in hands, she notices how he had shed his trousers and was now just adorning a pair of black boxers. His head is quick to snap up as he hears his door open and then slam shut.
"Hey you can't just fucking storm off like a child!" She shouts, he stands to his feet, stubbing out his cigarette quickly.
"Oh I'm the child am I? What about you? Fucking accusing me of getting one of the boys to write something nice about you!" He says, they're standing chest to chest now, heaving against each other, heavy breaths being caught by the other person.
"As if that's such an outlandish idea! All you do is talk shit to me AND about me Matty!" She shouts, she knows everyone outside can probably hear their conversation but she really doesn't care.
Matty has nothing left to say, she was right.
"Well I happen to think other things about you too okay!" He shouts, his own words shocking him and of course her. The confession silences both of them, they both breathe heavily, chests rising and falling against each other. They have no idea why or how they got so close, no room between them.
His fingertips smear against her cheekbone, it's soft but makes her eyes flutter shut. Her body is truly betraying her now, so they snap open in the next second and find his.
"Tell me what you think of" she all but whispers. His eyes are immediately drawn to her lips and his breath falters.
"I'd rather show you" he says, pushing his lips against hers not a second later. She gasps against them and he takes the opportunity to press his tongue against hers.
Her hands grasp his shoulders tightly, the skin is warm and sticky from being on stage but she welcomes it.
He pushes them back, directing her to the sofa he had been sat on previously. She spins them in the last instance, so when they do eventually fall against the leather, she straddles his lap and his hands grip her hips, pulling her against him.
"Fuck" he murmurs, the sound being swallowed by her awaiting lips. Her hips roll against him, not that she had much say in the matter, his hands were pushing and pulling at her hips. She gasps against him.
"If you don't want this, tell me" he says, almost sweetly, giving her an out if she truly wanted one.
"I want this" she admits, his hands fly to her skirt, pushing the fabric until it bunches at her hips, reavling her lace underwear. He groans at the sight and throws his head back against the leather seat, needing a moment.
"Thought you were going to show me what you think about" she says and his eyes find hers again.
"Trust me I'll show you" he says, voice teasing her as his hands find her thighs, grasping the skin, leaving red marks.
She rolls her hips against his again and a groan rips from his throat. His palm comes to rest against her core, flattening out against the fabric, making her gasp again, trying her hardest to keep quiet. She grabs him by the back of his neck and smears their lips together again.
"Don't tease" she murmurs against his lips.
"Want me that bad huh?" He asks, his lips stretching into a smirk against hers. She pulls her hips forward, rubbing against his cock, making him let out a strained groan, his hands gripping her hips harshly.
"Think you want it more Matty" she says.
He's quick to flip the both of them, her thighs parting to make way for him.
"Say my name again" he says, eyes somehow darkening more.
"Matthew" she says and then laughs, he can't help but smile at that, shaking his head down at her.
"You know that's not what I mean" he says. She slowly leans in, stopping when their lips are barely touching, she looks deep into his eyes before she seductively murmurs the word he wants to hear.
"Matty" he growls at that, fingertips hooking into her underwear and tugging them down, revealing her sopping centre. His lips bruise against hers and her hands push down his boxers. She breaks away to look between them, grabbing his hard, leaking member and delivering a few pumps making him fall into her neck and groan deeply.
"You're so big" she whispers into his ear, stroking his ego.
"I want you to fuck me Matty. Please fuck me" she admits and he's eyes are finding hers now.
"You're sure?" She didn't expect him to be so sweet and the thought is only making her want him more. She nods vigoursly and he takes himself from her palm.
"Fuck I don't have a condom" he admits.
"It's fine, I'm on the pill" she says, the thought of fucking her raw goes straight to his head and he quickly pushes into her. They groan in unison and she claws down his back and he bottoms out.
"Fuckkkk" he moans, drawing his hips back to snap back in, not giving her the time to adjust, not that she wanted it because the way she was feeling now was pure bliss.
"Matty" she repeats his name over and over, sending wave after wave of pleasure to his cock, somehow making him harder inside her.
"I've wanted to fuck you for so long. Shut up that bratty mouth" he says, his lips grazing hers as he speaks. He wants to tell her about all the other things he wants to do to her but his words fail him.
"Shut me up then" she says and he picks up the pace then. Hips harshly pushing back into her before pulling all the way back, delivering deep and purposeful thrusts. Her hands run down his back, gripping him harshly as he mouth falls open in a deep moan. His hand snaps over her mouth realising how loud they were being.
"Got to be quiet love" the nickname has her mewling against his palm.
"Faster" she says against his palm, the words muffled. He grips the flesh of her thighs before he begins pistoning into her, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting her gspot.
His palm has to force itself harsher onto her mouth to silence her screams as her hand covers his mouth too. His grunts were becoming too loud, the sound was so hot but she didn't need the guys hearing: George would kill them.
"You feel so good" he admits and she nods as she feels her self pulsing around him.
"Fuck love, if you keep doing that I'm going to come" he says and she lowers her hand. His lips pressing against hers in the next second.
"That's- fuck - kind of the pointttt" she moans out again as his fingers find her clit, rubbing against it, his other hand snapping back over her mouth.
White hot pleasure courses through the both of them and her legs wrap tighter around him as she clenches again.
"Are you close?" All she can do is nod in reply and he smirks at that, finally making her speechless.
"Cum for me" he says and she spasms against him, clenching around his cock, it's not long before he's following after her, hot spurts of cum coating her pulsating walls. He slows down to a steady pace, tip still hitting her gspot, his thrusts were slow and deep and she feels herself grasping him tightly, not wanting him to leave quite yet.
The moment was oddly intimate and despite this, neither of them hated it.
"I've wanted you for some long" he confesses again, this time his words sound different, almost hold a different meaning.
"Matty" she sighs, pushing against him making him halt his movements, suddenly overstimulated.
His eyes look into hers as he pulls out and they both groan at the filling. She feels empty without him inside her and she finds herself uncomfortable with the idea of that. He quickly finds something to clean them up with and it's all too sweet for her liking.
"You good? Can I get you anything?" He asks kindly.
"Why are you being nice to me? Just because we fucked, doesn't change anything. I still hate you" she hates her words but she needs to say them to protect herself.
"Here we go again... I can't possibly be nice to you can I?" His usual tone is back again and she unknowingly rolls her eyes.
"Stop rolling your fucking eyes" he then says and she chuckles.
"You can tell me what to do, you're not my boyfriend" her words are harsh and cruel and he finds himself getting annoyed at her again.
"No I'm not. I'm just the guy who had you begging to fuck you and now you're the bitch again" he says, his words equally as harsh.
"Fuck you" she says, gathering her clothes, quickly getting changed before storming out.
"You always have to fuck it up dont you Healy?" He asks himself, hand rummaging through his hair as his leans back against the sofa.
"Fuck" he snaps at himself, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it quickly.
Part 4
#matty healy#matty healy smut#matty healy x reader#the 1975 fanfic#the 1975 smut#the 1975#matty healy the 1975#matty healy fanfiction
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even more redacted headcanons
i am losing my mind :D
this is just my opinion none of this is canon
this is all for shits in giggles and i will infact repeat myself for previous headcanon post srry
this is also only somewhat orginized and super unedited
ever person in the shaw pack has/had a crush on darlin
darlin has been voted as the 'hottest person in the pack as well
babe is classically trained in piano and viola and one day dreams to own they're own grand piano don't worry davids rich ass may or may not be planning this as a wedding gift for them
playing off that last point babe hates it when people after finding out they can play, start demanding not asking no demanding them to play something. everytime this happens (which isn't often at least with the shaw pack that is) asher has to physically hold his mate back from violently shoving they're viola bow up the assholes... asshole
instead of hush just waiting at docs apartment for them to come home from work, he would rather creepily sit with his knees to chest in an extra spinney chair in the corner of docs office. like he'll act 'normal' when its just him and doc, but if someone comes in for any reason hell stop talking and just watch them
mentor actually isn't that nice to they're coworkers but when they first saw ollie they were smitten, like ollie is the only person they talked to outside of work stuff. they were not there for water cooler small talk😭but for ollie they would do anything
on that same not i am a firm believer in james spouse being stoned faced with everyone except james and the hand full friends that they have
asset loves listening and asking questions to anton or james talk about their respective spouses
anton has been slowly building up a collection of shiny rocks hes either fond or bought so when he finally gets to go home to his partner and give to them
david is actually besties with babe because their both people who see Asher on a consistent bases and therefore meet up every other week discussing the various type of shenanigans asher gets into
darlin and brights have a bone room in sam and darlin's house.... let me explain, so it is of my firm belief that 90% of the shaw pack is neurodivergent and darlin is not exempt from that. bright also has some vague form of neurodivergent that bright refuses to anyone and this all comminates into both of them coincidently having the same special interests in bones and animals in general. and since sam (according to asher) owns this big ass cabin in the middle of the woods, it was perfect. and bright didnt have the bone room is because they had a small enough collection to keep in their room at sams place. that is until darlin moved and pulled up with their extensive collecting that they've had since the age of 10 and sam was very willing to put one of those 'guest room' nobody uses them bright happen to be there the day darlin and sam were able to get the aforementioned bone collection home form storage and they lost there collective mind with excitement. and sam got watch with this fond and loving twinkle as bright and darlin ramble and trade facts about animals and their bones (and darlin got to teach bright how to properly clean bones it was adorable)(ok ill shut up about this)
angel loves to recreate outfits from many types of videogames and tv show and uses packmembers (read as: tank and asher) as mannequins.
going off that last point(again) david loves listening to angel ramble about they're latest project and intentionally searched and bought a house with alot of big ass closets so angel can hang up all of the finished ones and store all of the stuff they need to make
ftm!guy is rarely ever dysphoric b/c while honey isnt the greatest at expressing their emotions they are incredibly attentive with guy and his needs and wants so this means that honey is always checking in on him. not only that but early on when they were just roommates that one other girl's boyfriend that they were rooming with (i forgot her name) made an off handed/gross comment about guy and honey literally kicked his ass out. like they picked he disgusting ass up and threw him out of the fucking apartment.... guy still laughs about to this day.
i fully believe that the damn polycule does and should include laskos listener (dear) and they can infact dom anyone
all of the de(a)mons can infact purr but gavin and caluem are most open about that fact.
lovely didnt grow up or live the riches life so when they started to dating vincent they had hard time excepting all of Vincent and williams expansive gifts all the while Vincent love langue is gift giving
lovley loves music so much. like its the hyperfixation, anything to do with music and i mean anything lovely could probaly tell you about. and much to willams delight that means he now has someone to talk about music and art from his time peroid (hes over 500 y/o yall) and them knowing exactly what theyre talking about
despite the fact that alot of people will say that lovely is William's fave, its actually untrue. williams favorite is actually darlin, i know i know but stick with me here. i think alot of the clan members to tend to question or disagree with william because hes their king but darlin is very diffrent. i think that once they start attending clan meetings the kinda behave like they're at pack meeting b/c its essentially the same thing. so theyre always asking questions, giving suggestions and even calling william out when he sometimes gets things wrongs. and william loves this, he loves how engaged they are and recognizes that thats just how darlin shows that not only do they care but that theyre listening. hell he'll even tell someone (even if sam has alredy told them the stfu) that trys to rudely interrupt darlin with " YoU SHoUlDnT iNtErRuPt ThE kInG!" to stfu if you dont have anything meaningful to contribute
everyone(excluding like a handful of people) in the both shaw pack and the solaire pack is kinda protective of babe and angel. and its not just because they're both humans its mostly because both of the are humans that treat others as humans. let me explain, so in empowered society ive noticed that vampires and shifter are treated differently form other empowered people. its really supple but anyways both angel an babe see no reason to interact with vampires and shifters any differently from how they would interact with any other person and most of them really appreciate that. people tend to talk to shifters like they're animals of some kind and people tend to act like all vamps have no control over theyre impulses and hunger and when both are asked angel tells the person that no matter what kind of magic got, it doesnt matter. because at the end of the day they all are/were human. with babe youll get similar answer but they'll tack on that its important for everybody to remember that they are people, human of not people are flawed and will make mistake. and trying to pretend that your above/below feelings and flaws is very bad for ones mental health. and thats how alot of older generations of shifter/vamp end up living in the middle of bumfuck no where, borderline insane and very lonely
welp thats it for know
thx for reading sorry if i forget any tags
#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted audio#redacted rambles#redacted asmr sam#redactedasmr#redacted angel#redacted asher#redacted asset#redacted baaabe#redacted baabe#redacted darlin#redacted freelancer#redacted gabe#redacted guy#redacted vincent#redacted damn polycule#redacted gavin#redacted headcanons#redacted honey#redacted james#redacted lovely#redacted milo#redacted ollie#redacted project meridian#redacted sam#redacted sam collins#redacted shaw pack#redacted solaire clan#redacted sweetheart
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i loveee all your thoughts abt the girls !! do u have any moniyuri hcs they like rewired my brain chemistry
HSJDJD SAME i did not get this ship at all until one day light bulbs suddenly lit up in my brain and ive never been the same since. I gotta say there is not enough content of them, except of a few one-shots here and there
So, Monika and Yuri have always been a very interesting duo imo because they are weirdly similar despite being polar opposites tropes on paper (popular girl / loner girl ). I mean, all the girls have something in common with one another but in different ways. I think both of them are really socially awkward, Yuri of course more so, with the main difference being the way they handle it. Yuri’s way of dealing with her lack of social skills is closing up, not really putting herself out there because if she does she will probably make a fool of herself, while Monika takes a more “fake it till you make it” approach (which actually works quite well considering she is the most popular girl in school and everything). Anyway, this has somehow turned into me just talking about Yuri and Monika let me backpedal to the headcanons lmao
I already mentioned their tropes, but yeah popular girl x loner girl goes HARD
We know from act 3 that Monika loves to just sit back and talk about whatever random thoughts pop in her head and Yuri loves to listen to her ramble. Sometimes Yuri gets excited about something (her books, her DND campaign, you name it) and she starts rambling to Monika. They just love talking to each other endlessly about nothing and everything
Monika is straight up obsessed with Yuri. Like, she cannot go five minutes without mentioning her if she’s having a conversation with someone else. And when Yuri is in the room? Good luck getting her attention, she’s too busy making googly eyes at her
I’d like to think the way they would get together would be the most normal one out of all the pairings, since both of them are the more outwardly mature ones of the club, but I also think they are not as mature as they would like to make you think (especially in a regard like this one). The confession would either be very organic or very awkward I really don’t know
In my natsuri headcanons I said Yuri is the little spoon, but that was with natsuki. Monika is the littlest spoon that has ever littled spooned in the history of little spooning. I will not be taking notes on this.
Both are extremely touch deprived btw, but both of them are also awkward enough to not know how to ask for cuddles, hugs, ect. Monika probably breaks out of this first tho, meaning she is the one that mostly initiates outside of a few exceptions
Yuri is always taken aback by how affectionate Monika is (mostly verbally, but also physically sometimes). She definitely doesn’t feel as comfortable being that affectionate constantly herself (especially in public) but that’s because her way of showing affection is in smaller acts that speak a lot, which Monika finds extremely sweet
I’ve seen some people headcanon that Yuri listens to classical music, so maybe Monika plays her piano sonnets from time to time
also i think they borrow each others clothes
Bonus :
Monika : “Would you still love me if I was a worm? :(“
Yuri : “Yeah, of course.” *…Why would she be a worm???*
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16. someone's pulling a gun and you're jumping in the middle of it
If it sparks joy ☺️❤️
so i was in an angsty mood, hope you like it <3
They weren't at a call, they weren't supposed to face danger that day.
It's all Buck can think about as he stares down the barrel of a gun.
It's their day off and Buck had plans, alright? This was supposed to be the perfect day.
The perfect first date.
The restaurant is really fancy, with the most expensive wine that Buck has ever seen and all the tables looked like straight out of a historical movie or some shit like that. The menu is full of weird names, half of which Buck can't even pronounce.
But it's his first date with Eddie and he wants it to be just perfect. A night neither of them would ever forget.
He wants to show Eddie he made the right choice when he gave Buck a chance.
There's classic music playing in the background, the sound of piano and violins floating through the air and making Buck relax in his seat.
And then— there's a loud crash, one of the windows at the front of the restaurant breaking and pieces of glass flying everywhere.
For a second, Buck doesn't know what's going on. For a second he's just confused.
And then—
"Nobody move! I said nobody fucking move! A man in a mask is carrying a gun. His movements are erratic and fast, almost maniac.
Buck's heart clenches inside his heart.
Eddie makes a sound and then he's standing up. Because of course he is, Buck thinks— remembers the way Eddie didn't even flinch that time they were taken hostages by the prison guy.
"Eddie." He mutters, as low as he can as to not catch any unwanted attention.
It doesn't work.
"I said nobody fucking move!" The man yells and Buck— Buck watches as the gun is pointed towards Eddie.
The sense of deja vu pooling in his stomach is sickening and he wants to throw up.
No.
Not again.
Buck moves before he can think twice about it, jumping over the table and placing his body in front of Eddie's, like some kind of human armor.
There's a loud gunshot, but the choked desperate sound that Eddie makes on the back of his throat might be even louder.
Buck feels himself falling to the ground and then Eddie's face is above his.
"Evan! What did you do? What have you—" Eddie is frantic, his hands shaking and hovering above Buck's body.
He frowns.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Buck asks.
Was Eddie shot?
Please God, not again. Buck can't go through that again.
"W-what?" Eddie laughs, but it's sharp and bitter and there's not a trace of humor in it. It's hysterical if anything. "No, I wasn't shot. You got in the way of the bullet, you idiot." He choked out and he's— He's crying.
Eddie never cries.
The last time Eddie cried he was broken and on the floor, hugging a baseball bat.
That was two years ago.
"E-eddie?"
And oh.
Oh
Eddie presses down on his abdomen and Buck feels it.
"Shh, it's okay, baby. Just— Don't talk. Don't— Hold on for me." Eddie says, his voice trembling and his tears falling down his cheeks and into Buck's face.
Buck mouths something with trembling lips but no sound comes out— just a garbled noise.
Buck can taste the blood. His own blood.
Well, that's not good.
There's a lot of background noise, screams and orders being yelled but none of that matters.
If Buck dies right there, he'll do it as he stares at Eddie.
"Hold on for me, baby. Please. Please." Eddie is begging above him and Buck wants to listen to him.
But he's so tired.
A weak hand comes up and reaches for Eddie, his thumb caressing that beauty mark under his eye that Buck loves so much.
He leaves a trace of blood in its wake and that's—
He tainted Eddie.
Buck wants to apologize but he can't speak. He can't breathe.
"You have to stay awake, baby, okay?" Eddie is saying above him. "You have to hold on for me. So then you can take me on another first date— no offense but this one really fucking sucked." Eddie lets out a wet chuckle. "So we won't count this one. We'll go on another one and that one will be our first, alright? And then you'll have to take me on a second one. And a third one." Eddie says and Buck thinks that sounds like a good plan.
He likes the way Eddie thinks.
"Stay awake, Buck! Don't close your eyes." Eddie pats his cheeks a couple times and Buck's eyes flutter but he fights against uncociousness.
"W-what else?" He asks weakly, his words slurring and dragging and he's not sure if Eddie understood any of that.
But of course he did.
"W-what else?" Eddie's voice breaks but he has this small smile etched ln his face, fond and quiet and just a little sad at the edges. "Well, we'll have to let the team know about us... eventually. They all will be happy, of course. Hen will order a cake and they'll throw a ridiculous party but it'll be fun." Eddie's hand keep pressing against Buck's wound but he can barely feel it.
It doesn't really hurt.
That's really bad, isn't it?
"And then you'll move in. In a couple of months." Eddie keeps talking. "Is it too soon to talk about that? I don't think it is. We've known each other for years and this— this was inevitable, right? At least for me." Eddie's lower lip trembles. "Since the moment you shook my hand in the back of an ambulance and promised to have my back? It was a fone deal for me. I knew I would love you. I knew you would ruin me for anyone else."
Buck smiles, or at least he tries to. He's not sure if he pulls it off.
"Ditto." He rasps out, low and weak but he thinks Eddie hears it anyway by the way his eyes soften.
And then the darkness wins and Buck closes his eyes.
-
He wakes up in the back of an ambulance with his hand in between Eddie's. There's paramedics working around him but Buck doesn't care.
He keeps his eyes on Eddie.
His hair is a mess and his brown warm eyes are puffy and red around the edges. His clothes are stained red with blood and there's a trace of it on his cheek.
He looks—
Awful, Buck thinks. Eddie's skin is pale and ashen and the fluorescent lights of the ambulance aren't doing him any favors either.
And yet— it's the most beautiful thing that Buck has ever seen.
"Hey." He chokes out, the oxygen mask resting uncomfortably against his face and making forming words a little difficult.
Eddie grins, relieved and so soft, tender and adoring. "Hey."
#sooo i don't know how long this is#i just started writing lmao#anyway hope you like it!#the-likesofus#tumblr prompt#eddie diaz#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#buck x eddie#buddie#buddie ficlet#buddie drabble#buddie fic#angst#tw gunshot#buddie fanfic#911 fic#911 ficlet#911 fanfic#911 fanfiction#my writing#april writes
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Consequences of the Insects
one, two,
To keep insects in order, humans can kill them so they won't cause a plague, but she refused to be one. All she wanted was to be with Ada. However, a puppy ruined an already unsteady relationship of morality, and it was Ada's fault for not keeping that dog in order.
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader and ada wong x fem!reader
notes: this is long story. apologies for that. leon doesn't appear here. mentions of blood and flesh. young ada with a different name. reader is afab with she/her pronouns and with [_] as y/n. um, please tell me if it's good or bad. i have no one to actually tell me because i am my own beta reader :p. re2 remake
A large yet crowded room of many small children, their voices were heard over the classical piano music. Mountain and mountains of children were sitting on the ground, benches or just leaning against the wall keeping an eye out. One of children sitting on the ground was a young child named Linda yet it didn't mean the girl was away from her pride. Linda had all her energy keeping an eye on the world around her.
The smell of raw flesh made Linda wince, her brown eyes darted down at her ripped up socks were all the blood was oozing out. Linda's skin felt completely raw to the touch, a sharp exhaled escaped her lips; it was painful. Completely, utterly painful to feel her skin rot from her home. Her cheeks were red, more exhales and painful noises escaped as she pulled down the socks.
"Ew."
Linda turned around and saw a girl around her age. "Ew?" She repeated. Linda was baffled that this brat would say, "Ew." just because of the wounds. The young girl sat down beside Linda. She had different clothes than all the other people, a red dress and black shiny shoes.
She nodded her head, "Yeah, how did it get so bad?" She crossed her legs, "I have never seen skin rot from a person who is alive." The girl said. Linda fought the urge to roll her eyes, this was quite pathetic; Linda wasn't the fan of someone feeling pity for her, but something caught her eye. The girl stopped one of the couple of adults walk around, "Help her." The girl commanded.
"Yes." The man hurried off leaving the two girls alone. Linda's brows were slightly lifted from her face, "Um-" What can she say about this situation? But once again the girl surprised her as she ripped up the dress, "This will hurt." She grabbed Linda's foot and scrapped away the skin away. Linda whined loudly, "Stop it. Stop it!" Her other leg was kicking wildly as she cleaned her up.
"You brat..." Linda hissed loudly, "I'm not your toy."
The girl pouted, "I know, but doesn't hurt enough to want it to be cleaned?" She continued to clean it away until the man reappeared again, he gently pulled the girl in red away as he injected Linda with something. "It's an antibiotics." He said firmly. The girl clung to the man, "Her skin was rotting away." She explained to him. "It wasn't rotting." He explained to them. Linda looked at the guy and the girl for a second, she noticed how the guy had a pin of an insect and the girl had a pin of a bird.
"What are those pins?" Linda asked softly. Her eyes didn't move away from those things, they were placed like badges; as if they served a purpose. The man didn't answer and the young girl didn't either. "May I carry you?" The man asked, "We'll take you to the nurses." He muttered softly. Linda shook her head, "No," She seemed adamant to not go, "I rather die."
"C'mon, the Ladybugs are nice." The girl said trying to convince Linda. She slowly held her hand and squeezed it tightly, "It's better than being here. It's all full." She whispered softly. Linda forced herself to look up at them, she was so utterly tired of fighting and biting everyone. Her brown eyes looked away, "Fine." The man careful lifted Linda into his arms, the girl began to follow them to the next room.
"I'm [_]," The young girl said, "I'm seven years old, and you?" Linda stared down at the girl who had the biggest brightest eyes, "I'm Linda. I'm eight." [_] smiled, "A year older than me!" The man exhaled a small smile as they continued to walk the longest hallway Linda had ever seen. Linda's eyes search around the walls, it had paintings of nature landscapes, but it's paintings were the details of the places. Like squirrels, bugs, the legs of a possible deer or elk. The classical music was still heard through the speakers of the hallways, a soft humming came from the girl in the red dress. Despite how warm and comforting the place looked with its brown and dark reds. It felt cold.
All that long walking led to the trio in front of a door with a Ladybug emblem in the center of the door. [_] helped open the door. Inside of this room looked like a hospital from the TV, nurses and doctors were there with embroidery of Ladybugs on their scrubs. The man gently put Linda into a bed that was covered with paper, [_] sat beside her. Her legs moved up and down, "So, how did you come here?" She asked Linda.
Linda tilted her head, her eyes narrowed a bit, "Huh?" The tapping of [_]'s black shoes against the metal of the hospital bed made a soft thump, Ada hated the repeated noise so much, but she was more focused on how she asked her how she can here. "My parents sold me." [_] looked confused as much as Linda felt, "Ah, that's sad."
Linda and [_] both looked away. Slowly, [_]'s hand gently touched Linda's hand and squeezed it tightly. "I'll be your friend." It was a strange conclusion to have after being told that. The man returned back with a couple of nurses, some of the nurses caressed the top [_]'s head while the others were checking on Linda's wound.
The smell of raw flesh, the iron blood that came out of her feet. "According to the paper work, she is a AB blood type so maybe fix that up for her lack of blood." "The girl doesn't look pale or weak. She'll be fine." The nurses said without even caring what Linda even heard. Though, Linda turned to see [_] whom had a small smile, "They help a lot. Especially when you have tummy aches."
"You are a baby." Linda pointed out. With the way she looked, she was probably spoiled all her life which was completely different from Linda's bloody feet and [_]'s black shoes.
"I'm seven. I'm not a baby." [_] exclaimed proudly. Linda giggled softly. The two girls held their hands tightly against each others. How long has it been since Linda had this life before this? A simple friend to hold their hand while they got a wound. Linda didn't want to overthink it.
They wrapped Linda's feet with medical wrap. All they wrapped it around til her ankle, Linda felt uncomfortable from the tightness around her feet, "Will she able to walk?" The man asked the nurses. The nurse nodded his head, "Yeah, fortunately the wound could be easily fixed."
The man tapped his foot on the ground, "Mhm, fine." He glanced at the two girls who were playing completely attention to him. "So, what had the Humans said. Train for all or-"
"I don't know," The nurse admitted, "Maybe the Wasps have an answer because they usually deal with the children."
Linda looked over at [_], "What's with bug talk?" She asked her.
"Oh, here people are separated into bugs," [_] explained swiftly, "Almost everyone are insects but the Spiders and the Scorpions." She grabbed her pin and showed it to Linda, "I'm a Raven." The man shook his head once [_] said that, "You are a Crow." He muttered kindly to her. But all of this left a huge question mark on Linda's mind.
When time passed, Linda finally understood the way this place worked whenever she liked it or not. She was given a work paper simplified completely for her which made Linda's stomach hurt. Now, she understood why [_] spoke about those aches, but the aches were different between them.
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hihi! i just found your blog because of your Eddsworld x reader post and it was so cute, i love how you write for the characters. i also saw that your requests were open, and i was wondering if you could write the main 4 boys with gn!s/o that is a singer/songwriter and plays different instruments like piano and guitar. thank you <3
EW main 4 with a musical S/O
includes: edd, tom, matt, and tord
A/N: i am assuming you meant the ew main 4 as you mentioned it!!!! apologies if it isn't what you meant :P also thank you :))
edd
he 100% spies on you when you're rocking out or writing songs. like he thinks it's so interesting. he would just ask to watch but he knows you wouldn't want someone hovering over you while you do your thing
he looves to draw you playing the guitar in his sketchbook,, like he already draws u a lot but he has little shitty doodles of you playing instruments and singing on his wall with lil music notes and everything
lots of music puns.
"hey- hey Y/N. what do you call a musician with problems?"
"what?"
"a trebled man."
if you ever fully produce and release a song, he makes a little animation to it and put a drawing of him smooching u on the cheek at the end. (iknow this is really specific but tell me u don't see this happening)
claps for you when you sing. like in a crowd he'd stand up and clap really obnoxiously and yell "YEAHH WOOOHOOOO GO Y/N" n it'd be really embarrassing
"hey, you see that person- right- right up there? yeah, yeah that's my S/O. i know, they're so great." he says to the person next to him with tears in his eyes
karaoke nights. you two go to a karaoke bar and sing your hearts out. he's absolutely awful at singing but he LOVES it
tom
your guitar and susan have a makeshift wedding, and tom is crying the entire time, walking susan down the aisle while you play wedding music
if you started like shredding on an electric guitar or bass he'd just sit on the bed and ogle like a lovestruck idiot. like he's soooooo in love
he's super impressed, and he'll say it sometimes but be all awkward about it
"you're really good at that stuff, Y/N. i mean- seriously, it's impressive." he's like looking away and scratching his neck
he low-key feels kinda insecure about his own music skills. i think he'd like to write his own songs but hates sharing them, and he's kinda mediocre at playing the bass so when he sees you absolutely destroying the piano or something he deflates
asks you to help him get better at guitar,, which ends up with you like. holding his hands over the correct position on it behind him and it's super awkward and he gets really flustered
you both write songs about each other and you both nearly faint when you see each others songs
sometimes he gets shit-faced and shows up at your door like crying with his bass and a whole speaker system set up outside and just plays a love song he made for you while sobbing his 'eyes' out
matt
he's like, insisting that you play professional classical music or something. like his eyes are glittering talking about having a duet together on stage
he probably has like a play about himself and he begs you to play the music for it
he's constantly asking you to play him stuff. like every now and then he asks you to sing him a lullaby when he goes to bed and he falls asleep in your lap
or sometimes he asks you to play a popular pop song on guitar, and he sings along (albeit terribly)
speaking of singing, he ALWAYS starts singing when he hears you singing or humming. like it's a reflex to sing along. he sheepishly apologizes if you deadpan at him though
when introducing you to someone he wraps his arm around your waist or shoulder and pulls you close and flashes a shiny grin, showing you off
"heh, yeah, this is my S/O, they're a singer and musician. they can play the guitar, piano, violin.. yeah, i'm a pretty cool guy- i mean! uh, they're, pretty cool. yeah. that's what i said."
when the person starts talking to you about your talent goes to you he'll whine and try to get their attention back on him. he knows you're super cool and awesome and have an amazing voice and a beautiful face but this is about HIM and HIS beautiful face!!!
tord
sometimes he walks in on you strumming your guitar or singing a little tune, and he'll lean on the doorway with his arms crossed just listening
he thinks it's super cool, and sometimes he'll ask you to play one of his favorite songs
subconsciously starts humming your songs around the house, and might get a little flustered if you mention it
definitely borrowed your guitar one time and probably broke one of the strings. he got absolutely terrified and locked himself in his room waiting for you to get home
"tord! i'm home! what's- *gasp*"
absolutely quaking in his boots. safe to say he got a good smack on the head and had to pay to get it repaired
he loves to listen to you sing or play piano through the walls. he finds it less awkward than being in the same room, and the muffled effect makes it strangely calming
like matt he pulls you close and brags about your talents to people you meet. with a huge grin too. he thinks he looks so cool but he actually looks like a huge douchebag
he actually looks like a huge douchebag in general. but he's your huge douchebag🥰
this is random but i feel like all of them are the type to show up outside your window in the middle of the night, hold a speaker over their head and play peter gabriel to win ur love. they're such fuckung geeks
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Don’t know if you take requests like these but I’m really curious and I really love your interpretations of the characters but what kind personalities would certain nations be attracted to??? Feel free to disregard this, love you and your blog!
hmmm that's an interesting question let's see....(And thank you sm Ily to anon🥰!)
(I would like to remind you all these are my opinions you don't have to agree)((I would also like to clarify this is for like a human AU))
Italy- I think Italy would like someone who was more pathetic than him. I do feel he would like being the 'strong one' in a relationship. He says all the time he doesn't like feeling useless or stupid so I think he would seek out an SO who looked to him as a knight in shining armor. I think he would get easily depressed in a relationship where he is constantly being 'mothered' by his SO. He might be fine with it at first but I think eventually it would really kill his self worth. I think his SO asking "Can you open this jar for me" "Can you look at the sink? I think it's broke" would be such a little victory for him. He would also want someone who appreciated him for him. Someone who thought his art was pretty and loved his cooking. He would really like praise from his SO and would need validation about their love for him almost daily and would always give it back as well.
Romano- I think Romano would essentially want to date himself. Not consciously but I think he would subconsciously seek out someone who was almost exactly like him for better or worse. Someone who didn't take much effort for him to understand. Someone with similar hobbies, outlooks and energy levels. He wouldn't like chasing someone and would like for it to come easy.
Germany- I think Germany would go for someone who was as ridged as him. He does not seem to care for nonsense. He doesn't like to leave his comfort zone so I think he would date wanting his comfort zone.
Japan- I head canon Japan as ace and not really caring much for relationships in the least. But if he were to be with someone I think he would want someone who was the opposite of him. Someone who was loud and energetic. I think he would feed off their energy and try and incorporate it into his own life.
Prussia- Prussia is another I view as hard core ace. As in he does not even think about relationships at all, he thinks they are icky. He has zero desire for physical contact and the idea of it kind of freaks him out. BUT if I had to decide what kind of person he would pick it would be someone who was crazy about him. Personality and looks wouldn't matter much to him they would just have to think he was perfect. he would feed on positive comments and praise from them and drink it up like a fine wine.
Austria- I think Austria would only date someone who had very specific interests. He cares deeply about certain things (Classical music being a big one) He would not call someone back after the first date if they said something like "I don't really like music". Austria wouldn't only be looking for a lover but also a best friend. someone he could talk to about his hobbies for hours, Someone who would sit and listen to him play his piano or violin and never complain. Someone he could bring to the opera or a symphony and they could gush about it the rest of the night and how great it was.
America- America would want to date someone who went with the flow. He is a very spontaneous person and he would want someone who could keep up with his ever changing mind and hobbies. Someone who would be happy to wake up at 5am and go on a hike and then half way through get an UBER home and finish out the day at Disney World. He would want to date someone who was also fine with lounging home some days and having streaks where they do nothing but watch movies. I think his SO would have to get used to being ghosted a lot. Not that he's doing it on purpose just that he maybe forgets to call.
England- England would want to be with someone who understood his dark humor. Someone who would laugh at his jokes and understand them without having to over explain it to them. I think his biggest turn on would be someone who could make him laugh really hard. Like an ugly laugh. Someone who he could sit and watch a movie with and they poke fun at it the entire time laughing and joking until the wee hours of the morning.
China- China would have very traditional views on relationships I feel. He would want someone who understood is culture. Someone who little work. He would want someone who as basically a mind reader. Someone who knew him better than he knew himself.
Russia- Russia would want someone who was loving and kind. Someone who looked at him with soft eyes and weren't put off by his threatening demeanor he puts out. I think his biggest turn on for a relationship would be someone who initiates all the affection. He wouldn't be the one to grab his SO and kiss them in a grocery store but if they did it to him it would make his day.
Canada- Now I think Canada would want someone who was a good listener. Someone who listened to what he had to say happily and could listen to him talk for hours. And he in turn would listen to them. Communication would be HUGE in a relationship with Canada. I think he could get easily dejected if he felt his SO were ignoring him or weren't listening to his feelings. Canada would be the type of guy do double and triple text just to make sure you saw it. If that would be a problem for you then he would be a bad partner to have because if you told him to stop he would completely shut down and stop texting you all together taking that as 'well they don't want me texting them ever I guess'
France- France would want someone who liked to wine and dine. He would want someone who wanted to go out every single weekend to a 5 star place. Someone who he could order for. Someone who put al their trust into him. he would want someone who he could really invest in. Someone he wanted to learn everything about. He would remain mysterious but would want to date someone who he knew like the back of his hand. So he could buy them a perfume he knew they would love. Take them to a wine tasting and say "try this one I know you'll love it"
Denmark- Den would want a best friend first and a lover second. He would want someone to go everywhere with him. Someone who was happy to drop everything and go to the store with him, just walk around the city, or go to a club. He would want someone who would be his world, his new obsession. He would be absolutely wild about his SO. He would buy them a ton of surprise gifts. They would wake up to a man at their door delivering flowers or him sowing up with a designer bag he got them. Denmark would want someone who was not afraid to ask "hey can you buy me this?" he would be the type of BF to ask "How many and what color :)?" He would want someone he could spoil rotten.
Norway- I think Norway would want an easy going person like himself. He will ignore his SO. He will make them wonder if they are even still dating and then then he will call his SO one night at 10pm and be like "Want to come over and watch a movie?" He would have to be with someone who was okay with that because he can't change it.
Sweden- Sweden needs someone teh complete opposite of him. Someone who will do all the talking at a party for him. Someone who will know when he wants to leave somewhere without him asking, someone who knows what he likes to eat and where he wants to go out. His SO would be running circles around him while he just stood there and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Iceland- I view Iceland as ace as well but if he were in a relationship I think he would want someone who was like him. Someone who was moody and sassy. It would irritate him to no end and he may instigate a lot of arguments about it but at the same time he would like that. he would like someone who wasn't afraid to push his buttons and someone who he could push their buttons and they would just forget about it in a few hours and not hold it against him. Iceland would want to have a heated argument about "Don't put the keys there put them here" and he wouldn't let it go until you agreed with him and then a couple hours later he would be like "So we getting Dominoes or..."
Finland- Finland would want someone who made his personality look dark and brooding. Someone who was the light of his life. Someone who was cheerful and kind. But also someone who enjoyed the same music and shared in his heavy metal obsession. It wouldn't be a deal breaker if they didn't like it. But the entire relationship he will be showing them bands saying "What do you think about these guys?" and if he did so happen to find a metal band his SO liked he would go over board buying them shirts, concert tickets, albums and just really nurture it.
kind of came up with these on the spot but it was fun to sit there and think about them for a minute! I love picking apart personalities
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Save Your Tears
03: Stuck With U
Driver! Mick Schumacher x opera singer! OC (Ophelia Becker)
Strangers to friends to lovers, love at first sight, long plane flight, personal drama, opera references
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: turbulences
a/n: New part!! This is special because it's important for both characters. To Ophelia, that finds someone that is intersted on her job, and to Mick, that finds someone that is intersted on his job and not on his name or his fame. Oh, and I make a cameo on the header of this chapter, the picturs on the left side is from last week, I actually performed "Romeo et Juliette" the opera :) (I'm the first one on the stairs starting on the right)
Btw, do you want me to make a playlist? If that's so, what type of music do you want me to add?
Every way of feedback is very welcomed
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There was something in him that made her calm. Maybe it was his golden retriever vibes, his blue eyes and smile. Or how his raspy voice sounded when he talked to her.
She can't understand.
But the moment they first connected their gazes, she felt her own brain shivering. She could feel how her body shook like if a electric shock.
The moment she followed him inside the plane and watched how he stopped in the business seats, she smiled. And when she saw his backpack she just laughed.
What type of cliche is this?
His smile was something that made her heart be calm. She wanted to be next to him for a while.
"Oh, you two know each other?" the flight attendant asked, looking at them smiling at each other.
"Yeah… we met a while ago" Mick answered for her.
"Oh, love stories in airports are the best" she smiled. "You two look so lovely, have a nice flight"
Ophelia blushed, looking how Mick didn't even deny anything. But wasn't he in love with that girl?
"Well…" she smiled weakly, sitting and looking at her lap.
"Well…" Mick smiled, imitating her. "We are going to be nearly thirteen hours together, so… why don't we get to know each other a little more?"
Ophelia took a deep breath and looked at him, watching how he smiled. His smile hides something, anxiety and fear.
Getting to know someone… How does it even work? Even since she was a little girl, no one wanted to be near her. They always called her the music nerd, the one that couldn't go to the park to play with her classmates because she had to stay at home to practice and study piano, the one that had to skip classes because her mother had to travel to another country to make a concert, the one that had good grades on music class.
Whenever she tried to make a friend, they always ignored her.
"We don't like that type of music"
"Nah, that's so classic, so old fashioned"
"What are you, a granny?"
When she started music school, people already knew who she was. Her teachers knew who her mother was. What happens when your mother is famous?
"Hey, can you find me some tickets?"
"Oh, Ophelia. Can you ask your mother if she needs someone to work with her?"
"Ophelia, how is your mom doing? As great as always, eh?"
"Ophelia Becker, you should be doing better, you are the daughter of one of the greatests"
"I was expecting better, knowing who is your mother"
"You would be a disappointment for your mother if you keep doing if this way"
Exactly. They expect nothing but greatness, or a way to be close to her mother.
She always thought that she was better alone, only having the people she needed to work with near: her manager, her pianist and her mother.
But now… she lost one of them. And the most important of them.
Why would she need friends? Maybe contacts that can find her some work and colleagues that would want to work with her or recommend her to other people.
That's how this world works. You can't be friends with anyone because they will always want your work.
So when someone out of her world asks her to know something about her… how should she react? What should she talk about? She barely knows him… she should say everything?
"W-well… you already know I'm an opera singer" she mumbled, feeling how the palms of her hands were getting sweaty.
"Yeah" Mick nodded. "It's exciting? Like… I don't know. Singing in front of many people… does it make you nervous?"
"Oh, you have no idea" she chuckled. "When I started I didn't have problems with that. It was so natural sitting in the chair in front of the piano"
"You play piano too?" he asked, surprised.
"Y-yeah" she nodded. "But… yeah. Once you get older you see the world with different eyes. You notice how people judge, how… how they see you or talk about you"
"And that made you nervous" he nodded. "Yeah, I know how that feels"
"Really?" she asked, surprised too.
"Yeah… my work is all about that" he smiled weakly. "You have to be the best out there, perform perfectly and don't make mistakes. Some years ago… well, it wasn't my best season. I had a lot of crashes and it cost a lot of money. I made my team lost a lot of money"
"You had crashes?" she gasped.
"Yeah, like… two or three" he smiled weakly. "But I was fine. The thing is that my boss wasn't happy because of that and he didn't want me for the next season"
"Oh… I'm sorry" she smiled weakly.
"Perks of having a father that is a legend of the sport…" he smiled weakly, sadly.
Ophelia looked at him surprised. He has an important father too? Maybe he understands… No, maybe not. Maybe it's something completely different.
"My mom is important too" she mumbled. Is… was.
"Yeah? That's amazing" he smiled.
"Mhm" she sighed, nodding slowly.
Amazing? Yeah, sometimes. Unless they use you to get to her.
"So… Romeo and Juliet?" Mick asked, crossing his arms. "And you are Juliet? How is it?"
"Nice" she nodded. "It's actually my debut in opera"
"What? No way!" he gasped. "Where can I watch it? YouTube? It's already posted?"
What is this? Someone interested in her work? Someone interested in her?
"Eh… my manager recorded it" she smiled weakly. "I can ask her if she can send it to me"
"Wait, really? I can watch it?"
"Of course" she nodded.
She felt weird. Usually she's the only one that watches her own concerts, maybe with her mom so she can tell her what she can improve or what went well. Or even with her manager and pianist, to correct things or to cut them and post them on their social media.
A stranger, out of the people that goes to see her concerts and only throws praises at her just to get close to her, never asked about watching something like that. Why would they?
"An opera is not like a musical" she mumbled, grabbing her backpack and opening her laptop, searching the file with a recording of the opera.
"Yeah, I know" he nodded, smiling.
Ophelia nodded, taking a deep breath. She grabbed her earphones and gave him one of them. Is this how are they going to spend the next three hours? Watching her concert?
"It's in french?" he asked surprised after hearing the first words the choir sang. "You know french?"
"A little, yeah" she nodded. "I sing in different languages"
"Oh that's so cool" he chuckled, paying attention to the screen again. "Oh, that's you!"
She looked at him, blushing. He looks like a kid watching a movie.
He looks at the screen the way she looked at her mom singing.
"There's no way! You can sing that high? Oh God" he gasped, making her Ile grow a little bit more. "But your speaking voice is so… low? How can you do that?"
"Practice and practice" she smiled.
Mick nodded, smiling, understanding that. To get better he has to practice too.
He watched the whole opera, clapping silently at her, letting some tears fall in emotional moments, gasping when he saw how she acted as Juliet Capulet.
"You really have a lot of energy" Ophelia joked, making him frown.
"Is not the first time I heard that" he smiled. "The golden retriever vibes, right?"
"Exactly!" she laughed.
She laughed. For the first time that night, she laughed.
"No, but… it's amazing" he smiled looking at the screen, how the final act of the opera was playing. "You are so good in this, Ophelia"
"Thank you" she smiled, touched by his words.
A little more silence, sharing the earphones while looking how the end of the opera was coming.
Mick watched how the ending was more and more heart whelming, how the acting of Ophelia and the man that acts as Romeo was heartbreaking. He could hear how their voices full of emotions were at the edge of crying.
Ophelia looked at him, at Mick. She could see how his eyes were getting red, how he started biting his lip trying to not cry. She felt grateful for it, watching how he appreciated something like this and showed it like that.
"Wow" he sighed, sniffling softly and taking off the earphone, then looking at her. "Just… wow"
She chuckled softly, taking off her earphone and blushed. He was amazed, watching her with adoration in his eyes.
"Next time you have a concert just invite me" he asked. "This is… Wow"
She smiled softly, looking at how his blue eyes were wet. It touched her, how he reacted to her singing.
"Just a question" he smiled. "The kisses weren't real? Because, my God! Those seemed pretty real!"
"No, no" she laughed softly. "It's a theater kiss. I kissed under his lips and him above mine. We used our hands to make it look real"
"Oh…" he nodded, impressed, looking at her lips.
Silence again. He scrolled through his phone and she replied to emails. Even if the sears were big, since they were in business, they stayed close. His knee was touching hers and she was leaning on his arm, their shoulders touching.
"Oh, you want to watch one of my races?" he asked, looking at her.
"What? Yeah!" she smiled. "Of course. But not one where you crash"
"Oh please, I'm not that silly" he chuckled.
He smiled, looking how she gave him her laptop and he just searched for a race, one he can show and feel proud of himself.
"Here, Canada 2025" he said, placing the laptop back on the table.
Ophelia never watched a race like this. But watching all the action, the cars going fast and watching all the overtakes… it was exciting.
"You drive for Mercedes?" she asked after watching the logo of the brand on his black suit.
"Yeah" he smiled proudly. "After having that terrible year after losing my seat, the boss of Mercedes talked with me and I became the reserve driver. But now an official driver"
"That's amazing, Mick" she smiled softly. "You deserve it"
He smiled, feeling his chest getting warm, and continued watching the race.
He remembers how it was. He ended in the points position, but yet so far to touch the podium. He still remembers getting out of the car and watching all his team run towards the fences where the first three drivers parked their cars, cheering for George, sitter of the second place podium.
But watching her look at the race, how she smiled, following with her eyes the cars and looking to the left searching for him, it touched him so much.
"Hey, ending in the top ten is good… right?" she asked. "You've got…"
"Six points" he smiled weakly. "In that race I've got six points"
"That's good!" she exclaimed, smiling softly.
They watched the race, until they felt the plane shaking.
"No, no…" Ophelia mumbled, closing her eyes tightly and holding his hand.
"Hey, Ophelia" he frowned.
"I can't. I can't die! God, this was such a bad idea. I hate this!"
The levels of joy she reached with him, watching how his smile and adoration towards her made her heart feel warm, was now being changed into fear.
Fear of falling. Fear of dying. Fear of now seeing her mother one last time. Fear of not being successful as her mother was. Fear of not portraying her last name how she's expected to do. Fear of failing everyone.
"Ophelia!"
Her eyes snapped open, letting her see those blue eyes looking directly at her. He was cupping both of her cheeks to make her look at him.
How can his eyes be so blue? Are those freckles on his cheeks and nose? He has moles… how many?
"Take a deep breath, okay?" he whispered, nodding slowly. "Nothing will happen, yeah? It was just a little turbulence, the plane is alright"
"Okay" she whispered, hearing her own voice being little.
"Do you want to watch a movie to get distracted?" Mick asked, taking his warm palms away from her cheeks and making her sigh.
"Yeah, please" she mumbled. "Which one do you propose?"
"Hm… Cars?" he chuckled. "My dad voiced a character there?"
"Really?"
He could feel she was still shocked, how her voice was so little and how slow she talked. He only nodded, searching the movie on her laptop and placing the earphone on her ear.
When the turbulence started, her hand was holding him so tight that he actually got worried for her. He saw how her eyes were closed tightly and how she prayed in her lower voice, panicking and begging for dear life.
So he stayed close to her. When the movie started, he placed his arm on the armrest between their seats, holding her hand tight and rubbing his thumb on her skin.
There's something on her that makes him want to be close.
"Is that your dad?" she asked when he saw him smile.
"Eh… yeah" he smiled, happy to hear his dad's voice. "Yeah, it's him"
"Michael Schumacher?" Ophelia whispered.
"Yeah" he nodded, somehow feeling his heart beating fast hearing her say his last name.
"Mhm" she nodded, getting closer to him and hugging her legs close to her chest.
When the movie ended, both of them were tired, feeling how his eyes were getting swollen because of the need for sleep.
"I'll go wash my teeth" Ophelia yawned, grabbing her little toilet bag and getting up.
"Y-yeah, I'll go too " he said, doing the same as her.
Both of them walked towards the bathroom of the plane, finding the door locked with someone already inside of it.
Both of them stood there, face to face and close to each other because of the lack of space on the corridor.
"Are you feeling better?" Mick whispered, looking down at her.
They were so close that he could smell her scent, a mix of her perfume and her shampoo: fruits with vanilla.
"Yeah" she whispered, looking up at him.
They were so close that she could smell his scent, even see how his beard was showing a little on his jaw and chin, making her smile. He smells like aftershave and a manly perfume: citric and clean.
Her eyes went to his lips, and somehow she couldn't look away from them.
He saw her looking at his lips, and he had to fight himself to not lick them and kiss her. They are so close, he only has to lean a little on her and he could just… He reached for her hand, making his fingers touch her rings while he fought against his own desires.
"Eh… the bathroom is free"
Ophelia gasped softly, taking a step away and looking at the man that got out of the bathroom, blushing and clearing her throat.
"Eh… I'll be quick" she mumbled looking at Mick.
Before he could say something, the door of the bathroom was already locked, making him sigh and mess his hair with his fingers.
"Oh, wow…" he sighed, biting his lips with a small smile.
Ophelia looked at her reflection in the mirror, brushing her teeth and frowning.
"Why did you do that?" she whispered. "God… Stupid, stupid!"
But… she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to kiss him.
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On the Role of Cultural Education in Self Identity and Hypergamy
I’ve been thinking a lot about education lately. Why is it that I’ve spent a decade and half in the traditional education system and still not felt like a “human”? Why is it that when I finally began getting “real world knowledge” it all felt new and that school hasn’t prepared me for any of that? Why did I still feel unrefined as a human being?
I remember being at an HNI event years ago and being absolutely blank faced about what was going on. I didn’t know any of the topics they were talking about. That’s when it first hit me - my education system had failed me in some way. I felt stupid, like a little goldfish in the ocean.
There’s more to life than what we’re taught inside the four walls of a classroom. This year I’m going to heavily focus on my “cultural education.”
For context because I don’t want to mislead anyone: I’m Asian, my parents are HNIs (which explains specific knowledge and accessibility to certain things), I do have privilege which I accept and try to make good out of (such as volunteer work, working on impact-driven businesses).
Cultural knowledge expansion is important because it shapes you as a person. You realise that life is not black and white - there’s so much more to it. You think more about things that truly matter and you focus less on superficial things. You realise that there’s always some historical knowledge you can apply to current times.
Best of all - you’re on track to being smarter, wiser, confident and sociable. Even if you may not know all the answers, at least you know what to question!
I’m at an age where I’ve had families asking my family about my marriage prospects (arranged marriages are common in my culture, I would 90% opt for one at a later age, arranged marriages are NOT forced marriages) and I want to be able to be “too good” for anyone and everyone. In my culture, we don’t marry individuals; we marry families. The family that I would ideally want to get married into should be up to my standard as well. I want a man to earn the right to be my partner, not the other way round, no matter how much money or influence he has. This is something that my father has drilled in my head from day 1 - never settle for just anyone.
However - how can I ask for things if I don’t bring them to the table myself? How can I ask for someone cultured, highly educated, intellectual - if I am not trying to be those things?
Things To Culturally Expand On (and this is exactly what I would teach my future children)
You don’t have to be an expert of any of these. But even knowing the ABCs can take you a long way. I do feel that exploring these would help me connect to my feminine energy further as well. Only classroom knowledge will not build you as a person.
1. Watching indie movies / niche movies on MUBI.com
2. Learning the basics of crafts (embroidery, cooking, etc)
3. Exploring literature (at the moment, eastern literature)
4. Herbal medicines (this does not replace allopathy, but I do think that herbal remedies can be useful for minor things)
5. Poetry
6. Appreciating classical music (I’ve always appreciated western classical music because my mum insisted on my sibling and I learning the violin/piano (my sibling is really gifted)) especially eastern classical
7. Philosophy, eastern and western
8. Understanding and appreciating traditional dances
9. Working more on my native language
10. Being refined in my culture’s history and geography
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