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I'll Be Home || F1/F2
type :: fluff
tw/cw :: none
contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, ollie, paul, pepe
summary :: you introduce him to your family, he's terrified by he still pulls through
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Carlos Sainz | 55
When you told Carlos to come to your family's party, he instantly accepted with glee. Except, right after he began to panic and process the preparation needed to go into this. It was sweet to see his smile drop so quickly, meaning he put his thinking mode on.
Despite Carlos being loved by so many, he's still so nervous. You both sit in the car for almost 5 minutes just chatting to help calm him down. He's fidgeting with his hands, pushing his hair back and forth to perfect it, and he's doing his best to remember the ice-breakers he learned online.
"I promise, they'll love you no matter what." You say, grabbing his hands to stop his constant fidgeting. "You're going to do great!"
You knew he was going to try and "but" you so you quickly jumped outside the car. Which made his jaw drop, since he swore to forever open every door for you, no matter what. Instantly, he runs outside of the car and before you can even step 2 feet away from the car, he gently pushes you back into the car and shut the door.
He's saying something outside of the door, definitely complaining about losing his streak. By the time he opens the door for you, gently reaching for your hand to bring you inside, you can see most of your family outside ready to greet you.
Carlos is embarrassed, terrified that he just seemed like a controlling monster. But you knew your family, and you knew they would have adored his commitment to treating you like a princess. And you were right, they greeted him with welcome arms and loved his gesture.
Charles Leclerc | 16
He was well prepared for this day. It was like he was training to be in the military. The day you invited him to your family dinner, he's been grinding day and night to create the most perfect answers and conversation starters. He had his outfit ready and steamed, shoes cleaned, and even did an intense night routine to prepare.
So when he comes to your family's house, he's well prepared. You can't help but try to hold your laugh back at how serious he's taking this all. All your effort to hold back the laugh instantly comes out the second Charles begin to speak to them, because his chill-rich-nonchalant act came apart so quickly.
Your family brings up anything and instantly Charles is unable to hold back a fun fact he knows. Even something as random as a bananas then turned into: "Did you know if you add them to smoothies, it actually ruins the vitamins of the other fruits? I also dressed up as one on stream haha! Look!"
He's also unable to hold the touch guy persona with the kids. They instantly melt him, making stupid jokes with them. He's severely behind on trends though... Mentioning whips and nae-naes, the troll face, and G-mod. But that's fine, it makes the kids giggle at his old knowledge.
He's even acting like a fool with the dog. Trying to get the dogs to sit, roll over, and failing miserably. It makes everyone laugh and chuckle at him. But it's not at his expense, but instead at the pure energy he has to become part of this family. Which makes him instantly accepted by everyone in your family, including the dogs.
Lando Norris | 04
Before his fuck-boy reputation, there was rookie-Lando. The sweet boy who didn't grow pubes yet,,, somehow... And although you met Lando in his new era, filled with confidence and sass, you saw the real him behind his persona.
His palms were sweating, his voice was slightly higher, and his smile was flashing every second out of nerves. Anyone could tell he was nervous, he looked like a high schooler about to give a presentation. You two sat in the car, about to leave but he gently asked you:
"Can we stay in here for a minute?" He asks, turning to you as he fixes his sweater.
You were confused slightly. It was normal when you asked to stay in the car for a minute to redo your lip combo, since he usually ate it off of you. But Lando doesn't have a lip combo, or any makeup at all.
"I'm just," He could tell you were puzzled, "Nervous.. I wanna just talk to you, get the nerves out."
You smile at his words, he looked so cute being so nervous to meet your family of weirdos. "Lando, you'll do great! I know for a fact that they're going to love-"
"No no. I don't need reassurance or anything, thank you though love." He cuts you off. "I just, jus' want to talk to you. You calm me down."
"Talk about what?" You ask.
"Anything." He shrugs. "You just, calm me down." He says, making you smile from his simple yet impactful words. "You're like a walking vape."
"Oh shut up!" You smack him playfully, "You ruined a good moment!" Chuckling at his comment. But your chuckle brought a smile to his face, but this time it was a genuine smile.
Not out of nervousness or fear, but a real smile. Your laugh was able to brighten him up within a split second. And that's all he needed. Because truthfully, he didn't care too much of what your family thought of him. Of course he wanted them to like him, but he's able to accept other's opinions. All he really cared for was that you loved him, and he knew you did.
Oscar Piastri | 81
"Should I wear my midnight blue tie or navy blue tie?" Oscar asks, holding both up for you to look at. He was sweating bullets at the idea of meeting your entire family for the first time. Even though you reassured him endlessly that your family would love him, he wasn't certain on it.
"Either works, love" You say, trying your best to multi-task answering his stupid questions while getting ready yourself. You knew he wasn't trying to be annoying. It was cute to you that he was so nervous, despite him being on the verge of a breakdown.
"Okay what about white or black socks?" You told him white. "What length though? Above or below the ankle???" You told him above. "Okay, but should I pick the ones with a logo or no logo-"
"Oscar." You said firmly. He gulped, he knew he should have picked the no logo socks, what a stupid question! But that wasn't what you were going to say. "I promise you'll be perfectly fine. They don't care what you wear, how you sound, or even what you like."
"I know, I know, but I don't want to disappoint them." He says before remembering, "Oh shit! We need to leave soon! I need to pick up the bouquets I ordered for your family on the way there-"
You couldn't help but laugh at him. Every question he asked was just further proof that would be perfectly fine meeting them all. You had no doubts that your family would adore him: which they did.
Oliver Bearman | 87
The second Ollie stepped foot into your family's party, he was bombarded with questions. Bringing a tall, handsome, and talented young man into your family automatically made him lovable. They almost forgot about the fact that the only reason he was there was because of you.
He can't escape the grandmas and aunties fawning over how cute he is and all the uncles can't stop bothering him with questions about cars. Even your little cousins love him, asking him annoying questions that he handled really well.
Before you know it, he's carrying your baby cousin in one arm, holding a paper plate filled to the brim with food, wearing your uncle's hat that he insisted suited Ollie more, and being forced to tell everyone his facebook so they can stalk him.
The night lasted hours, but thankfully all your family got drunk or sleepy. Meaning you two were able to escape from the party. The second you're in the car, he sighs. It confused you, was he tired? Relieved to leave? Sad???
"Do you think they liked me?" He asks you. Which you instantly want to slam his head into the window.
"Yes Ollie, they liked you." You say with a smile, giving him a kiss on his cheek. "They loved you."
Paul Aron | 17
You've met Paul's family many times due to them being extremely present in his life. His sister always makes sure to check on him, taking you out for little gossip coffee dates. His brother is constantly calling Paul, making sure to tease him endlessly. And his parents are always there to encourage you two and take you on their family vacations.
So now that it's Paul's turn to be part of your family, he feels so nervous. He's ruffling up his hair for the 100th time, mumbling the lines he practiced to say. It's just a small get together for the holiday season, but Paul insisted that he should still be dressed nicely.
Once you arrive, you're on time... By 10 minutes. Despite you insisting that no one ever comes early to a family party, he doesn't care. He'd much rather be early and help set up than be late and risk ruining his first impression. Besides, if there's less people, then he can make sure he talks to every single family member.
And his plan worked really well. He's helping set up the plates and utensils while chatting with your aunt about how he loves her decor. Making her feel appreciated, finally someone saw the effort she put into picking the perfect width of a fork handle!
He helps your uncle prepare the back yard by opening all the lounge chairs. Which lets him make small talk with him, where they both find out that they love Star Wars. Now your uncle loves him because he can finally talk to someone who's as passionate as him.
Paul keeps doing this with every family member that arrives, being able to talk to them each one on one in order to create a bond. Because in group settings, Paul tends to get a tad bit nervous. He doesn't know when to jump in or what to say instantly.
By doing this, you both return home with every single family member loving him. And each of them remembering him from the little facts he shared with them. He was so respectful, engaged, and sweet the entire day. You couldn't help but just want to shower him in kisses for putting in so much effort and energy into your family.
Pepe Marti | 21
"Tall and tan and young and lovely," are lyrics dedicated to a girl but they perfectly fit Pepe. Because he instantly charms the entire family with his sweet smile and handsome looks. You're worried that he might get stolen from you by the end of the night.
He's just a future uncle in training. Making all the aunts laugh with quick jokes and then heading outside to sip on a beer while helping light a fire. He's even forced to help clean the grill and get a new gas tank to light it up.
You feel so much more mature now, no longer feeling part of the cousin crew but instead a future auntie in the making. He makes you feel so domestic, so warm and nurtured that the only thing you want to do is share the love of being cared for.
And you can't help but just fall for him deeper. And the same goes for him.
Despite being assigned random tasks to complete, he always makes sure to check up on you. Giving you a quick peck on the cheek as he walks back and forth from the kitchen to the yard. Making sure to shut down any rude comments from your aunts by turning it into a joke. Squeezing your hand three times under the dinner table to remind you that he loves you.
He couldn't have been more perfect.
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- all-american | jessie fleming x reader
content: fluff, UCLA Jessie! (and Teagan being a butthead)
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“You’re staring again,” Teagan pokes her teammate with the eraser on her pencil.
Heat rises up Jessie’s neck and face as she turns her head to glare at the Australian, “I am not!”
“Oh, whatever,” Teagan scoffs, rolling her eyes, “you’ve been giving her heart-eyes the entire time we’ve been here.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah? Then what’s the answer for number twelve?”
Jessie glances down at her calculus homework, the paper mostly unaltered except where she had scribbled her name in the top corner.
“Thought so,” Teagan replies smugly, “Gotta get your head screwed on, Jess, our grades depend on it.”
“You aren’t even supposed to be talking right now,” Jessie points at the ‘quiet please’ sign above the librarian’s head before focusing back on her homework, hoping it would encourage her friend to drop the subject.
“Come on, Jess, why don’t you just ask her out?”
“I thought you told me to focus on our homework,” Jessie sets her pencil down with a huff, “Plus, why would I do that?”
“Because you like her?” the Australian gives her a ‘duh?’ look.
“No, I don’t!” Jessie’s cheeks flush, “What makes you think that?”
“Well, for starters, we’ve been sitting here for over an hour, and you haven’t noticed that I moved your calculator underneath my notebook” Teagan chuckles, “Not to mention, any time you see her, she’s all you can talk about for hours. ‘Y/N’s so smart, Y/N showed me how to do this in lab, Y/N wasn’t in class today, and I missed her so mu–’”
“We’re just lab partners, that’s all,” Jessie shakes her head.
Teagan crosses her arms, tipping her chair onto its back legs. She narrows her eyes at her roommate, a cheeky smile tugging at her lips. “Alright, so if you insist you don’t like Y/N, you won’t mind if I ask her out on a date?”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“But you don’t like her, right? So, you wouldn’t be jealous?”
“Go for it,” Jessie replies dryly. She knew there was no way Teagan would actually ask you out, she barely knew you. She wouldn’t even know who you were if she hadn’t (annoyingly) crashed one of your study sessions during midterms last semester.
Putting her head down, Jessie redirects her attention back to her neglected math problems. The assignment was due at midnight, and she managed to make zero progress. Copying the numbers from the first question, she starts working through the equation until she realizes she needs a function on her graphing calculator.
“Can I have my calc–” Jessie stops mid-sentence as she looks up to see Teagan waving you over to their table, “What are you doing?!”
“You said I could ask Y/N out, so I figured I’d catch her as she was leaving.”
Backpack slung over your shoulders, you weave your way toward where the two were sitting. You notice Jessie’s posture tense as she whispers frantically to her teammate. Catching her eye, you direct a smile at your lab partner.
“Y/N!” Teagan greets cheerfully, “Done studying for the day?”
You shrug, “I should probably look over my ethics study guide a bit more, but I could feel my brain going numb and figured it was time for a break. What about you two?”
“Well, if you’re needing another study break later this week,” Teagan starts. Intrigued by what she had to say, you didn’t notice the color drain from Jessie’s normally rosy cheeks. “We were wondering if you were free Saturday afternoon? Jessie and I have a game at 4, and we wanted to invite you to watch.”
Jessie, realizing she was subconsciously holding her breath, let out a deep exhale.
“I’d love to! I haven’t been able to make it out to one yet,” you say as your phone begins to buzz in your hand, “I’ve got to head out, but text me the details, Jess?”
Jessie nods rapidly, her brain unable to form a coherent answer. She watches you walk away, feeling Teagan’s eyes burning a hole in her cheek. She didn’t even have to turn her head to know that her friend had the biggest smirk on her face.
“So, if I ever think that my lab partner’s getting asked out on a date, should I look like I’m about to puke, too? Or are you going to admit you have a crush on the girl?” Teagan teases.
“I hate you,” Jessie mutters, glaring at her.
“Bet you can’t wait to show off your first team All-American skills, huh? You better practice what goal celebration you’re going to dedicate to her.”
“I’m done talking to you.”
“Jessie and Y/N, sitting in a tree, K–”
“Just give me my calculator back.”
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Jessie was having a horrible game. She couldn’t remember the last time she played this poorly. Constantly losing the ball in the midfield, getting outrun and out-muscled by her opposing mark. Her head was running a thousand miles a minute, and the only thing she could focus on was that Y/N was sitting front row.
It was the opposing team’s corner, and Teagan was shouting directions, ensuring each of her outfielders had their mark. The ball gets served in, and Jessie goes up for the header, making contact square on her forehead. However, instead of directing the ball out of the 18, her body was angled slightly toward the goal, meaning the ball veered toward Teagan instead. Luckily, it hit off the post and fell to their teammate, Hailie’s, feet, who cleared the ball toward midfield.
“Jessie, what the hell?” Jessie hears Teagan shout from behind her.
The halftime whistle blows, and Jessie couldn’t get to the locker room faster. Before she could reach her cubby, Coach Cromwell pulls her off to the side.
“Fleming, do you want to explain why it looks like you’ve never touched a soccer ball before in your life?” Coach Cromwell raises an eyebrow at her.
“I–I don’t know, nerves, I guess,” Jessie gnaws on the inside of her cheek, unable to make eye contact with her coach.
“Well, you better get your nerves sorted by the end of halftime unless you want to get benched for the rest of the game.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jessie nods, keeping her head down as she shuffles to her locker. Teagan, assigned the cubby next to her, frowns at her, brows furrowed with concern.
The second half went smoother for the midfielder. Her tackles were timed better, and she had better possession of the ball. The game remained tied at 0-0, UCLA pushing the ball into the opposing half of the field. Hailie sent a ball into Jessie’s feet, and she dribbled down the sideline, the opposing winger closing in on her. Faking left, she got the opponent to bite, leaving her a hole for Jessie to slip the ball between her legs. The crowd went nuts, you included. Jessie laid the ball off for her teammate, Ashley, who took the ball into the corner drawing a defender so the Canadian could make a run in. Ashley crossed a low-through ball into the box, which Jessie met at the top of the six, slotting it into the bottom-left corner of the goal.
You jumped to your feet, cheering as loud as you could. Noticing Jessie scanning the crowd, you give her an overexaggerated wave, to which she acknowledges with a smile. The game ends 2-0, Ashley tacking on another goal in the final two minutes. Waiting for Jessie and Teagan to complete their “good games” and post-game huddle, you stick yourself by the fence in a spot where they could easily find you.
“Y/N, you made it!” Teagan exclaims, jogging over, Jessie not far off her heels.
“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” you beam, “you guys did awesome! Great goal, Jess.”
Jessie’s cheeks flush as Teagan throws an arm around her, “She nearly had two.”
“You’re never letting me live that down, will you?” she groans, trying to avoid Teagan’s soft punches to her ribs.
“Teagan!” the three of you turn to see Hailie motioning Teagan back over to the bench, giggling, “Come here!”
“I’ll be back,” Teagan says, shooting Jessie an obvious wink before running off. Jessie throws her hands up in protest, grumbling something under her breath. She turns back to you, cheeks still red.
“Um, thanks for coming to watch,” she smiles sheepishly. A few yards behind her, she can hear Teagan making loud, fake coughs. Their conversation from the other day flashes through her mind. “I still have to shower, but would you, uh, maybe want to get dinner? With me, I mean?”
“Teagan and Hailie, too? Or, are you asking me out on a date?” you grin.
“I–well, I mean,” Jessie stammers, her face hot.
“Because I’d much rather it be a date,” you assure.
Relief floods through Jessie’s entire body. “Then it’s a date.”
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pillow talk, p.js
warnings : fluff, pet names (baby) — drabble & soft hours ★ bf!jisung x reader
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“my day was pretty simple, but it was nice to spend time with my siblings.” you spoke softly and jisung hummed at your words, “i’m glad you enjoyed your day baby.” he smiled warmly back at you. “also we went to this new corn dog place it was really nice-” jisung cut you off “and my invite?” you both shared a small chuckle.
“i waited for you to get home all day, and you were out eating corn dogs without me” he said a pout forming on his face, “oh stop, we can get corn dogs together anytime” you responded. you kissed his forehead “you wanna know what i did today?” he asked and you nodded.
“well for starters, i washed the dishes, took out the trash, cleaned up the room and then took the dog for a short walk-“ he was cut off by your soft snoring.
“my baby must’ve been really tired” he said to himself he adjusted his head on your chest. your hand still massage his scalp, he kissed you all over your chest causing you to wake up. “jisung” you whined.
“why did you wait for my story to fall asleep?” he whined back playfully “goodnight jisung” you spoke sleepily, “goodnight baby” jisung replied before falling asleep with his head resting on your chest.
authors notes: jisung has been wrecking my bias lately… but like imagine pillow talking with jisung and his sleepy voice… enough to drive a girl crazy-
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TAG Analysis - Ep I (first minute)
To preface, this analysis will be very, VERY long because I simply can’t help myself. It also may very well be in parts.
With the length of it, I’ll put a read more thing (or hope I have, I’ve never used the feature before) so it’s not a massive block of text for people to scroll past :)
For starters, the opening scene of the show is crafted so beautifully. Firstly, we the audience see the danger before we see who in danger. Even though this is such a simple, subtle thing, it’s so effective because this is the perfect way to define what the show is and what it’s about - daring rescues of those in situations which in our world would seem near impossible to aid, which just adds to the heroics of IR.
Furthermore, the way the characters are introduced is incredible. As with before, we hear the man’s voice before we see him - creating a similar effect as to previous. But he is presented in such a way that leads our eyes up his form and to his head because we know that he is the one making the SOS which makes the sudden interruption of the child so much better. It’s an “oh shit he’s not alone” type reaction, even though the child is very visible next to him. Also the way they are positioned in the balloon, how it’s at an angle, makes the father falling out seem almost inevitable. Plus, the idea to give them hats makes the scene even better because the act of them falling off and out of shot just adds to the tension.
As a quick little side piece, the use of music is fab. I would go more in-depth about the music if I could but I’m not very well music versed being an art kid; that and it’s been a few years since I last played clarinet so some things are a little vaguer now. To begin, the music in the first 20 seconds - it’s in a repeating pattern, three times up once down twice in a row. Then it goes to a lower register when the father begins to speak which not only allows us to hear him much clearer but also adds to the danger of the scene. Then after he climbs back in it begins to crescendo upwards before including a motif (that I’m pretty sure is used in other episodes) but sounds more heroic-y (I think it shifts to major key but I’m not sure).
The arrival of TB2 from the clouds is so well done, my god. Not only is how it appears so well handled, but the music that accompanies it too. Its presence in the scene is so well crafted. The balloon is to the side, still swaying out of control as to still elicit the danger, but the camera is zooming out. This makes the balloon seem smaller so that when TB2 appears it looks, frankly, fucking huge. What’s even better is that we hear then see it. We hear its engines so clearly that it cuts through the music. We can’t see it but we know where it will appear because the balloon is kept to one side of the screen. The music when it appears is also handled so well. Instead of the faster, scaling initial notes, they’re now much more drawn out. Yes these notes are still scaling upwards, but instead being fear-inducing it leans towards heroism especially with what I think is a gong 34/35 seconds into the ep which really just adds to the feel (it’s uplifting!!). And after, it goes into one of the main motifs played when on rescues. And then it changes AGAIN!!! Just as he grabs the child, it picks up - it gets faster. Nothing has happened but you know that something will. Also the wide shot at 48s initially doesn’t appear to furthering the story, but what it does do is further dramatise the danger. Simply “look, we’re 10,000 ft in the air. There is nothing around us.” You see this openness and you know that that man will fall and he does. And just before we get the drama… BAM intro sequence. It builds so much suspense because you know what’s happening, you know someone’s life is at stake but you have to wait through an incredible cool intro sequence to find out what happens.
Probably leave here for now, at least for an hour or so before I come back to it.
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The Crossroads | Damian Wayne/Robin & Batmom
Synopsis: Inspired by Batman & Robin #16, and I really want this possible ending for Damian Wayne in the Continuity.
It was the sound of the soft and barely heard knock on his door that pulled Damian from his reverie. Getting up from his bed, he opened the door, knowing it was the youngest member of their family, and he was right. A smile crept on his face as he saw two-year-old Valerie standing there with her infectious smile.
“Dami!” She held her hands out to him.
“Hi, Val,” He picked her up and let her play with his face.
But Valerie wasn’t the only one at the other side of the door. Damian saw Vivian leaning against the wall across his bedroom with her arms crossed over her chest and a smile on her face. With the way she was looking at him, he knew she wanted to talk to him. He had a feeling it was because she got a call from his school or maybe his father already told her about their last argument.
“Come in,” Damian told her. “And you don’t have to use Val as a conversation starter too. I’d gladly open the door for you, as long as Father isn’t with you.”
Vivian sighed and followed her youngest son inside. Closing the door after her, she removed her shoes to sit on his bed, cross legged, and had Valerie crawl towards her.
“What did Father tell you now?” Damian asked.
“A lot, but we can get to that later,” Vivian had Valerie standing and helped her walk to Damian. “I’ve been getting calls from your teachers at school, and the Headmaster too.”
Damian did not look fazed by it. So, he was right about it.
Vivian continued. “They said you’ve been skipping school.”
“Let me explain,” Damian started.
Vivian reached out to hold his hand, calming him down. “And then your father told me that you and him had a spat the other night and since then you both haven’t been talking. He said you were skipping patrols.”
Damian frowned. “He didn’t tell you why I wanted to skip one night of patrol?”
“He said you forged his signature so you can volunteer at the hospital,” Vivian broke any idea in his mind that Bruce was giving half-truths. “I know that you and him didn’t really talk about it, but this time. I just want to understand – I need to know, Damian. What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
Damian sighed. He pulled Valerie to him to sit on his lap and play with his hands as he thought about what to say. “I’ve been reading Thomas Wayne’s journals. He writes about sacred heart in there, and I went there. To check on Emma. The girl who was hurt. Dr. Bashar asked if I wanted to volunteer, and I… like you said, I forged Father’s signature on a form.”
Vivian adjusted herself to sit beside Damian and they both leaned back on the pillows, and had Valerie settle between them. But she still had an arm around Damian to keep him close to her.
“They scheduled me for that night I told Father that I’d be skipping patrol. It was by mistake. I was not planning to go, but… when he found out, I thought… instead of Arkham I could go there instead. He exaggerated – as usual – thinking that skipping one night of patrol would mean I was skipping all the same… or that I was quitting — but I’m not quitting… I don’t think.”
Vivian had Valerie move to her other side so she was beside Damian, the girl noticed and got on her feet to climb on her mother, but Damian saw her and took the toddler so she could sit on his lap again.
“Has the thought of quitting cross your mind?” Vivian asked.
He was silent for a time. “When Father was my age, he walked across the Earth to find himself, and you said that when you were my age, you gone through this stage where you had to find yourself. That’s where the occult thing started right?”
“Actually,” Vivian took a breath. “The occult thing was more of me grieving for my mother. She was a huge part of my life and when she died, she left a huge hole in me. It was like all this time, I had this warmth hugging me, keeping me safe, and then when she was gone, so did that warmth and I was left in a cold place. Alone, scared, vulnerable. I did all of that to find her, to make sense of this pain I was feeling. To numb myself.”
“I see.” Damian held her hand and rest his temple on her shoulder. Is that what it would feel like when she’s gone too? Damian thought. Will he feel empty when she finally passes? He wouldn’t admit it but Vivian has brought a warmth in his life, one that he never got from his own Mother or his Father – even when Bruce is trying to be an okay father.
“But I can say that my decision to go to Gotham University was my version to walk across the earth. Like a cheap version… one that needed a scholarship, a loan, and part-time jobs.” She laughed but Damian didn’t. It only pissed him off how his father would overlook the privilege he had growing up — to run away to travel and find himself, while people like Vivian (those not born in riches) had to make do with what they have and what opportunities present themselves.
Vivian continued, “My time in Gotham University gave me clarity. It was one of the times I was at my lowest point and the time I struggled to get back on my feet and get my life back together. It was also then I realized I love teaching… your father doesn’t know this but I also volunteered in some charities to teach kids how to read while I was studying. Not exactly the Wayne Foundation, but some other charities who needed an extra hand.”
“And that’s how you found your calling?” Damian asked.
“I guess. Sweetheart, I know it’s hard to figure out who you are, with you also have to be Robin, and then at this stage of your life… this is the time where you are supposed to find out who you want to be or who you’re meant to be. I told Dick that it’s okay to try something new and make a lot of mistakes… and I know that you never want to make mistakes, but it’s okay.
“And people your age are going around trying things, quitting on some, and trying another so they know what it was they want to do.”
Damian scoffed. “Like Father would ever let Robin do that.”
Vivian frowned. “I know… it’s either you’re in or you’re out in this business.”
“I want to keep helping people,” Damian stated, determined with that. “But I’m just not sure if I want to keep helping them this way. Having to wear a mask, patrols, the fighting… I know it’s crazy because I was created to be the ultimate weapon – created by Talia al Ghul with her and Batman’s DNA, raised and train by the League of Assassins and Ras al Ghul, trained by Batman to be Robin. I’m a weapon, my purpose is to keep fighting.”
“Is that so?” Vivian smiled. “You once said to Jon that he has no choice in the matter when the time comes he needs to be Superman, and the same goes for you when it’s time for Batman to pass the cowl… but that was a long time ago.”
Damian frowned at the memory. How he wanted the cowl for so long and now… he wasn’t sure about it.
Does he still want to be Batman?
“Damian,” Vivian sat up and had him follow her so they could talk face to face. She had him look at her and she said, “You are now at the crossroads of your life, and right now what I can see is you’re battling in the inside between the clear path that the people around you have forged for you to follow and the path that is unknown, filled with uncertainty, bumps, and an adventure you’d never know until you try.
“I won’t lie, this is going to be a hard choice for you to choose, and sometimes you’ll go back to the start and decide to take the other path, or the other, or the other. But know this, son, I will be here to help, to guide you, and support you,” she wiped the tears falling from his eyes. “And I will be there with you, at your side hold your hand until you see this through.
“There are no right or wrong answers to this, Damian. And I promise no one will ever be disappointed in whatever path you take. Okay? I am so proud of you, my boy. And though we started a little rough, I would go through all that again if it means having you here with me and you calling me ‘Mom’.”
Unable to hide his tears any more, Damian hugged Vivian and hid his face on her shoulder. “Thank you, Mom,” he sobbed.
“You are now at the crossroads, my boy. It’s going to be a hard journey, but I’ll be there for you. It would mean questioning a lot of things — there will be doubt, but always remember your family is here for you. Okay?” Vivian kissed the top of his head.
Damian nodded and kept holding his mother tight.
Valerie, who could see her brother was upset, got up and patted his cheek. “Dami,” she whimpered, tears building up. “No cry,” her voice cracked.
Damian turned to her, wiping his tears and bringing her to an embrace. “It’s okay, Val. I’m alright.”
“Hurt?” Valerie asked, tapping on his chest.
“No… not hurt,” he turned to his mother, smiling. “Relieved. I feel so much lighter now. Much lighter that I was before.”
Vivian wiped his tears that stained his cheek and pressed her forehead on his. “I love you, sweetheart. And so does your Father, okay?”
Damian chuckled. “I guess.”
“Abuu!” Valerie told him. It was I love you in her own way of saying.
“Come on, let’s get something from the kitchen. How does ice cream sound?” Vivian got up.
“I want chocolate,” said Damian, following her with Valerie in his arms.
“Okay,” Vivian had an arm around him as they walked down the hall. “Don’t worry about your father, I’ll talk to him. And give me the schedules you have in the hospital so we can talk about when Robin gets a break too.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
~ Far into the Future ~
Terry wouldn’t be surprised that everyone of Bruce Wayne’s children are skilled in martial arts, and knows a thing or two on stitching wounds. But who would have thought Bruce Wayne’s most bloodthirsty works at Sacred Heart Convalescent Home.
Normally it would be Valerie who stitches up his wounds, but for this one, she had to call for help to get this injury patched up. He knew it would be one of the Batkids, but he didn’t expect Damian Wayne to appear with a medical bag and a scowl on his face that was pointed at his father, who was standing there at Valerie’s side, watching them.
“There, all done,” Damian finished the stitch. “Normally, our mother would do some magic to finish the job completely, but with her dealing with things with the Endless at the moment, this would do,” he handed Terry some pain medication – two tablets – “Once a day,” he said firmly. “And knowing you won’t sit down and rest because you’re just as stubborn as the old man, make sure your movements are marginal so you don’t pop a stitch. If you do, call me — she’s still not that good at stitching. In fact, don't give her a scalpel. I remember her frog dissection project and it was horrifying.”
Valerie huffed at her brother and crossed her arms over her chest.
Seeing his sister’s reaction, Damian messed with her hair and said, “But I’d trust her to have your back on the field.”
“Val doesn’t go on the field,” Bruce said, sternly.
Damian sighed and said to his sister, “I better get going, I got surgery in a couple of hours.”
“Okay, need me to drive you there?” Valerie asked.
“No, I got it. Stay here and look after those two and tell Mom that I came by,” Damian hugged his sister and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll see you around, Penny.”
Valerie smiled and hugged him back. “You too, Robin,” she whispered. “Love you!”
With Damian gone, Valerie had Terry move to the manor and settled him in one of the rooms up there. She left him for a moment to see her father, who she helped to his bed and his medication – since her mom wasn’t there at the moment – before coming back to him with a hot soup and bread.
“Damian said that you need to build up your strength,” she placed the tray beside him.
“Thanks, Val,” Terry was trembling when he tried to get the spoon, and he was having a hard time leaning down to get a sip, so Valerie took the tray and the spoon from him and shoved the spoonful of soup into his mouth. “Thanks,” he muttered at the violent way she did it. “So, Doctor Damian Wayne?”
“Yeah,” Valerie held out the spoon for him.
“He’s the youngest of the Robins, right?”
“Yup. The blood son of the Batman,” she chuckled at the memory on how her older brothers would tease Damian. “And the bloodthirsty.”
He knew it.
“So, how did he…”
“Suddenly become a doctor dedicated to saving lives?”
“Yeah.”
“He went through a lot… a lot of thinking, self-doubt, eventually he was at that time of his life where he needed to decide what he wants to do. How he wants to help people, and then he suddenly hung up the cape and the mask and went to Med School. Everyone was in shock when he said that he was quitting and that he wanted to study medicine.”
“How did Bruce take it?”
Valerie took a breath. “Hard but Mom was there to soften the blow. We’re proud of him, for what he’s doing. And though he’s a doctor, Damian Wayne still knows how to kick ass but not in a lethal way. But he’ll still dangle you over the building if you mess with him, his patients and his family.”
“Speaking from experience?” Terry joked.
“Let’s just say, he and the Robins and Batman hunted down a man who kidnapped me and he dangled someone over the railways to get information. And he was in Medical School at that time too.”
“Oh. And him and Bruce? Did something happen to them?” Terry asked, sensing the tension between he father and son earlier.
“Since he became a doctor, he didn’t like it when Batman recruits minors to do crime fighting.”
“Kind of hypocritical, don’t you think?”
Valerie shoved a spoon into his mouth. Terry made a mental note to not hire Valerie Pryor-Wayne as a personal nurse.
“He grew up and had a few realizations,” Val shrugged. “Nothing hypocritical about that. Finish this so I can head back and study the case, I also gotta look at some things we found at Midnite’s club too.”
Terry chuckled, “Yes, Ma’am.”
~*~
Sitting in his office, Damian prepared himself for his surgery by studying the charts of his patient over and over again. Trying to find the best way to do this efficiently and without complications.
The sudden presence in the room did not pull him from his concentration, but when she had a hand on his shoulder did he finally turn away from the charts and looked at the woman standing there.
“Mom,” He squeezed her hand and smiled at her. “Family dinner’s done?”
Vivian Pryro-Wayne has aged, just like her husband, her red hair now had streaks of white t. She had wrinkles on her face and neck, but was still as beautiful as she was when she was younger. And the look in her eyes and the smile on her face never changed whenever she is with her husband and her children.
“Yeah, it’s done,” Vivian sighed. “We had to settle some things with the stewards of Hell. And the case that Val and Terry are doing are a bit connected with the one we’re dealing with.”
“You and John?” Damian got up poured a glass of scotch for his mother.
“Yup.”
Damian sighed. “You gotta stop this, Mom. You’re not as young as you used to.”
“I know, I know, but unlike Batman, I don’t get to retire from this. As long as this power is with me, I have responsibilities to keep the balance of the cosmos… balanced.”
“Very articulate,” he teased.
Vivian laughed, then brought her son to an embrace.
“You should head home and rest, Mom.”
“I know, but I just want to see how you are.”
“I got surgery in a couple of hours… but I’m doing fine.”
Vivian smiled and kissed his cheek. “I know you are. I’m proud of you, Damian. Always remember that.”
Damian smiled and held his mother tight. “I know. Thank you, Mom.”
#batfam#batman x reader#batman#dc fanfic#fanfic#bruce wayne#batman fanfiction#dc universe#dc batman#dc comics
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a very interesting (and endearing, at least to me) detail about jean's character is how he tends to fix himself during a confrontation. (long post ahead)
despite the fact he looks just fine, he does it to self-soothe more than anything, because he knows he has no control over the situation. so if he can't get through harry, at least he's in control of how he looks. and he can look BETTER, more put together than harry, so he makes sure to show him that. every time.
constantly readjusting, correcting, dusting himself off every time he's confronting his former partner because i think he has a severe inferiority complex (since harry outranks him and refuses to accept any promotion, which makes jean perpetually stuck as a satellite-officer, tied to a self-destructive man who's also good at what he does + harry has had a chance at a love that's so redeeming that he pictures her as the game's equivalent of God, a love that jean desperately yearns for so he hates harry for blowing it, and hates himself for never finding such a love despite the fact he's more put together than harry, or so he claims) that flares up every time harry's in the vicinity. i don't think jean has problems asserting himself when harry's not around, though. we've seen that here.
jean's perfectly capable of being authoritative, and has power over his colleagues, contrary to popular belief on this website. of course, provided harry's not there.
because he'll start slipping every time. his body language is also incredibly stiff, i'm assuming it's to seem like he's composed, but that falls apart when you notice how many times he struggles with his breathing, how many times he has to collect himself.
naturally, since kim also outranks him, jean behaves the same way with him although less emotional. he loses the spite, turns a little more submissive, though his pride doesn't completely disappear, like authority indicates. i also believe it's because kim didn't address him properly, therefore jean didn't feel the need to extend more than basic respect towards him.
it's very interesting to see, since he seems to have this ongoing inner conflict between his pride and his self-hatred. believing he's better than harry, yet crumbling at his presence. laying down and taking it, then suddenly revolting. being in control until the reason you're forced to take control shows up, then suddenly you're not in control anymore and you have to fix your hair and your tie and dust your suit and cough to look like you have your shit together. to prove that you're better. jean's trying to tell harry that he's BETTER than him! that's why he does all of that shit! he's terrified of ending up like that! he's even more terrified of the fact that despite being the mess he is, harry IS better than him! HELLO!
#lav thinks#he's so INTERESTING!!! i wish all jean discourse starters a very shut the fuck up#i've been seeing some shit takes abt him not having power over anyone/him never doing his job etc n it's sooooo tiring#like give it a rest idk play the game again w your eyes OPEN this time!#i love him he's so interesting.... sososo fascinating#jean vicquemare#disco elysium
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" I just love him so much , it's not faaaaaiiiir ... ! "
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He feels gross ...
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Feeling normal again
#tl;dr its less about the shape itself and more about the response#theres a level of coolness associated with the response#most people dont ever have an answer ready to go. most never thought of it before so theyll have to think it through.#if they think ur weird for asking and/or dismiss you entirely their vibes likely arent so good#many people will stop and think for a bit. and will likely give a reason WHY they picked theirs#if thats the case their vibes are p normal and youve now opened up a conversation starter congrats#possibly broke up some awkward tension by asking something so obscure and out of left field#then you have the people who had their answers READY TO GO. most of the time these people are cool as hell.#passing the vibe check with flying colors because you just gave them a reason to explain why trapezoids are underrated#or infodump abt a shape uve never heard of#OR you'll get the occasional 'what do you have a favorite shape' incredulous ask#and then you can quickly drop your own favorite shape (parallelograms my beloved)#which opens up the hidden SECOND VIBE CHECK#if they react positively to you having a shape ready to go their vibes are likely good#if they immediately think ur weird for having a favorite shape ready to go their vibes are probably not so good#its full-proof /hj#socializing is a science and i aint in STEM for nothing#<- totally neurotypical haha whaaaat im normal mhm totally normal#this is normal people things to think about
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I've been waiting since the beginning of the month to do this prompt :)
#greninja#I noticed my ninja frog does a lot of Spider-Man poses which opened up a ton of reference possibilities :)#never thought I'd use a person as a pose reference for a frog#although now that I have this might not be the last time#anyway thinking of Spider-Man made me think of heavy block shading and interesting panel borders#so I had some fun with that :)#pokémon#pokemon gen 6#pokémon xy#kalos region#starter pokemon#frog#amphibians#amphibiuary2023#video game#my art#digital art#daily prompt
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reverse starter call! like this and ill reply to an open starter or fifty .. who knows rn 🫣
#indie rp#open rp#open starter#independent rp#indie bi rp#reverse starter call#we didn’t complete this last time bc real life beat me up#but im ready
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Fresh out of a shower and in her lover's shirt ... There's nothing like it ~
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open to: f/m/nb ft. aiden perry (he/him) plot: they were childhood sweethearts who got separated by whatever reason and while they've moved on with someone knew, he's still determined to prove that no one's better for them than he is: by any means possible
he's not surprised they've found their way past the main gate of his estate: after all, aiden had planned the lavish party they wandered into for them and them alone. he allowed them to make the rounds, ogling at the various entertainment he'd secured for his soiree, waiting until their date had excused themselves to get refreshments before he made his presence known. "they're your favorite, aren't they?" he met their confused gaze with a small smile, gesturing to the flowers. "d'you like them?"
#very gatsby x daisy he's literally changed his entire personality/sold his soul to become someone he thinks they'll want#i'm thinking this is the first time they're seeing each other again -- maybe they knew he'd moved back or maybe they didn't !!! up 2 u xo#it's giving toxic codependent mess#( testing. )#( int/ aiden perry. )#( open. )#indie rp#indie bi rp#indie smut rp#indie starter
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pls know i’m saving all your tree posts so i can write something mushy later 💜
#ngl i think too hard sometimes bc it’s like how do i communicate genuine feelings without sounding stiff or?? generic??#my feelings are too big for my lil heart but when i try to say that directly to someone my brain goes blank so!#gonna try to visit all the trees a bit at a time!#for now i’m gonna finish up this open starter uvu#get ready to ramble | ooc
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i finally made tags.
— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ hurling down to the house of death so many souls ・ 「 in character ! 」
— ❛❛ // PERSEPHONE. ¦ deeply unwell about goro akechi ・ 「 out of character ! 」
— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ the blaring that won't let you sleep in peace ・ 「 visage ! 」
— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ i've got loose ends to tie up ・ 「 answered ! 」
— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ we always knew it would come to this ・ 「 promo ! 」
— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ i am my father's lost son ・ 「 self promo ! 」
— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ i'll admit i've had my doubts ・ 「 starter call ! 」
— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ justice is what i seek ・ 「 prompt ! 」
— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ tracking your moves like a hound on my trail ・ 「 open starter ! 」
— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ a bird in cage ・ 「 closed starter ! 」
— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ you asked for this; heavy is the crown ・ 「 headcanon ! 」
— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves ・ 「 musings ! 」
— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ don't wait for me- it's not a happy ending ・ 「 aesthetics ! 」
— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ your past will follow you and wage war on you ・ 「 main. ! 」
— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ drowning out all the lies i might have told instead ・ 「 post game. ! 」
— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ will i ever be something with feelings to hide? ・ 「 pjm. ! 」
— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ pretend like it's the first time ・ 「 pt. ! 」
— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ nobody's innocent now that the chips are down ・ 「 arcane. ! 」
#— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ hurling down to the house of death so many souls ・ 「 in character ! 」#— ❛❛ // PERSEPHONE. ¦ deeply unwell about goro akechi ・ 「 out of character ! 」#— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ the blaring that won't let you sleep in peace ・ 「 visage ! 」#— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ we always knew it would come to this ・ 「 promo ! 」#— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ i've got loose ends to tie up ・ 「 answered ! 」#— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ i'll admit i've had my doubts ・ 「 starter call ! 」#— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ justice is what i seek ・ 「 prompt ! 」#— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ tracking your moves like a hound on my trail ・ 「 open starter ! 」#— ❛❛ // FUNCTION. ¦ a bird in cage ・ 「 closed starter ! 」#— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ you asked for this; heavy is the crown ・ 「 headcanon ! 」#— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves ・ 「 musings ! 」#— ❛❛ // AKECHI. ¦ don't wait for me- it's not a happy ending ・ 「 aesthetics ! 」#— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ your past will follow you and wage war on you ・ 「 main. ! 」#— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ drowning out all the lies i might have told instead ・ 「 post game. ! 」#— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ will i ever be something with feelings to hide? ・ 「 pjm. ! 」#— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ pretend like it's the first time ・ 「 pt. ! 」#— ❛❛ // VERSES. ¦ nobody's innocent now that the chips are down ・ 「 arcane. ! 」
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*trying not to sound desperate* what's your system for not struggling with social relations?
people like it when they're given subtle compliments and when you let them talk about their own achievements, so, as long as you can get someone to think you're genuinely interested in their life they should come out of it with a good opinion of you + also people love complaining together so if you can try and bring up something you both dislike enough to have a fun rant on
#my formula if I have to talk to a peer is open with a compliment or a similarly nice sentiment then ask a question related to it#and once they answer then make up one thing you have in common with their answer: that usually manages to be a decent conversation starter#like 'your handwriting looks nice' 'thanks!' 'do you write in cursive because it's faster?' 'no i just like the style more' 'ah me too!' et#<-very oversimplified but. yeah. that's my typical attempt to talk to someone that I don't know or that is an acquaintance#when i'm /required/ to do so of course.#I try to keep it at a 60/40 ratio of talking about them and about me also. It's an exchange of information so you do also have to share#+ try to gauge someone's sense of humor by the first few interactions so you can apply it when you talk to them as best you can#and try to come off as friendly and in a good mood even when you're really really not. That of course also helps#[.asks]#anonymous#oh and also try to remember what people tell you so the next time you can bring it up! That also helps your reputation.
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