#��you stole my heart Babs please

[robinsleeping]

She tried…

[thestrangebeingyouarent]

i love you so fucking much - coops proposal

Haha, I feel like shit so here have some fluff. Also apparently I can't just write a cute date, it always turns into some grand gesture, it's called ~love starved~ (I just had a major stress thingy, which is why I can't put my own thoughts into words, only coops cuteness)

(I had paper rings by Taylor Swift on repeat, so do with that what you will - okay update 24 hours later: there will be a paper rings lyric fic :))

And a big thabk you to my beta @tonksandherpinkhair !! I really really appreciate it!!

!! Okay so I havent been very active on tumblr lately and I literally just, like 2 min ago, found out that @fruitcoops also did a proposal fic with paper rings by taylor swift. But I just wanted to make clear that this fic (or the part 2) wasn’t stolen from them, we just got the same idea apparently lmao. (I put this "warning" here, because my anxiety just told me that otherwise everyone will hate me and think I stole the idea)

I recommend that you still read their fic because it's really fucking amazing and adorable!!! !!

Cw// food, fear of drowning, swear words

~~~

'Mon loup, you know I love you, but why are we going ice-skating? It's our job.'

'It's romantic.' Sirius raised his eyebrow. 'Okay, I saw a couple do it on TikTok, but it was really romantic.'

'But do they play ice-hockey for a living?'

'Baby, we can stay there and have dinner and look at the stars. We can stay as long as we want. Please?' Sirius was persuaded at the word baby.

~

Sirius hadn't exactly known what made him agree -it was the word baby- but now he stood in front of a completely frozen lake. It felt different without his protection gear and with the fact that there was ice-cold water underneath the ice. A vivid memory of 10-year old Sirius came up.

It had been his first time skating on natural ice, but I wasn't cold enough. Sirius had taken one step on the ice and his foot went right through. The worst part was that no one seemed to care, except for Regulus. It was when Sirius started to realize they simply didn’t care about anything other than his reputation.

'Pads?' Remus' warm voice broke through the memory. 'Are you alright? You don’t have to skate if you don’t want to.'

'No, I want to.' He tried to smile. 'I'm sorry.'

'No need to be sorry, come, I'll help you.' Remus carefully stepped on the ice and Sirius almost winced at the thought of Remus falling through.

But when Remus took his hand all the ghosts from his past seemed to fade away and he realized that for once in his life there was nothing holding him back from being happy.

'I got you. One foot first.' Remus helped Sirius on the ice. 'Love you. Now let's go skate, shall we?'

Sirius laughed as Remus dragged him to the middle of the lake where loads of families were already skating together.

'Honey, like you said, this is your job,' Remus laughed when Sirius slipped.

'It's the ice! It's different!' He said, but he was laughing too.

'Sure, baby.' Sirius grabbed Remus' arm and pulled him on the ice with him. 'Sirius!'

He just laughed and tried to stand up and skate away, but Loops was put on the Lions team for a reason. Remus had reached him within a minute.

'Were we planning on going somewhere?' Remus' smile still gave Sirius butterflies sometimes.

'Sir?' A small girl looked up to Remus. 'How did you learn to skate so fast?' For a second he hesitated and then he lowered himself to eyelevel with the girl.

'Hi, what is your name?'

'Everly, but, Sir, how did you skate so fast?'

'Everly, manners!' a woman interrupted her. 'I'm sorry, she's six and, well, hard to control.'

'Oh that's alright,' Remus said. 'Hi Everly, my name is Remus Lupin. I play professional ice-hockey. But I can teach you some tricks. If that's alright with your mother, of course.' Sirius heart almost melted at the sight.

'Mommy, can I please skate with Remus?' The girl tried her best to look cute and Sirius had to admit that she was almost as cute as Remus.

'You are- That means you are Sirius Black, I thought I recognized you! Ev, stay in sight, okay?' She gave her daughter a stern look and then smiled. Both her and Sirius watched them skate away.

'I'm sorry, kids seem to automatically have thing for Remus. I can't say I don't understand them, though I hope it's a different kind of thing.' The woman laughed at Sirius', slightly awkward, but apparently successful ice-breaker.

'My name is Sarah by the way. I heard everything about you and Remus on the new some months ago, that must've been hard.' Sirius normally wouldn’t answer to this, but Sarah had somewhat the same motherly energy that both Hope Lupin and Celeste Dumais had, though maybe a little less.

'It wasn't, but it got us here.' She smiled at him.

'I'm glad it did.' She turned around to look for something. 'Oh, Jack! I am so sorry, my toddler just learned how to walk and Cecile and I have trouble getting him to not walk on the ice.' She smiled apologetically. 'Could you give a shout if something happens with Everly?' Sirius nodded. 'Thank you, darling,' she said as she skated to her wife and son.

Sirius saw her kiss her wife, Cecile, on the cheek and bow down over the toddler and he couldn’t deny that he wanted that. Someday. With Remus.

Then he felt a weight against his back and arms around his hips. 'Hey baby,' Remus whispered. Sirius turned around and kissed his boyfriend.

'Where is your little admirer?'

'She's showing her mom all the tricks I taught her.'

'You'd be a great dad.' Remus seemed a little taken aback by that.

'You would too.'

Sirius couldn’t hold it in. 'I want that. Someday.'

'Me too.' Remus couldn’t hold back a smile and kissed Sirius again. 'Love you,' he whispered against his boyfriends lips.

'Hmm, love you too,' Sirius replied.

'Do you want to sit down and eat something? I brought chocolate.'

'of course you did.'

~

Hours later, both Remus and Sirius were getting tired. They had skated, talked and exchanged contact with Sarah and her family and Remus had eaten a shocking amount of chocolate. They had been snuggled on a thick blanket with another blanket over them in a tent-like contraption for an hour now. Remus was the first to notice it was getting dark.

'Pads. Pads, we can see the stars now,' he whispered to a half-asleep Sirius. He took his hand and dragged him up. Let's go on the ice, there is the least unnatural light.' Remus began walking.

'Honey, you forgot your skates.'

'Don’t need 'em.' He walked to the middle of the lake and promptly sat down and then laid on his back. 'You coming?' Sirius rolled his eyes, but went to lay next to Remus anyway. There they looked up, waiting for the stars to become more and more visible. The ice was cold underneath them, but Remus warmth made up for that.

After a while the stars were very visible and Remus pointed to the sky. 'Okay, if that's the north star, than North is right,' he lowered his hand in a straight line, 'there.' He pointed somewhere to into the forest next to the lake.

'How do you know this?' Sirius looked at his boyfriend looked at him.

'I might have looked up how to stargaze this morning,' Remus admitted. Sirius laughed -it could almost be called barking- when he saw Remus' grin. 'Anyway, there is Ursa Major. And I think that that is..' That was the point where Sirius stopped paying attention to what Remus said and more to him.

Remus' lit up when he talked about something made him happy. He had a wide smile and gold sparks in his eyes.

'And that's you, baby, the dog star.' But Sirius didn't look up, he kept staring at his boyfriends face. 'Pads?'

'Marry me.' It slipped out. He hadn't meant to say it, but it was sincere.

'What!?' Remus shot up.

'I- I just realized how fucking much I love you. I want to spend every second with you, I want to talk either to you or about you, I want,' Sirius trailed off in a search for words, 'you.' He smiled. 'I just want you.' Sirius had not prepared this, in any way, but he was happy with what he said.

'Bab-y,' Remus' voice broke as tears welled up and Sirius sat up and then went down on one knee.

'I'm sorry I don’t have a ring, but here goes,' he smiled apologetically. 'Remus, will you marry me?'

'Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!' He kissed Sirius. 'Ba- fiancé,' he whispered against his lips, 'I love you so fucking much too.'

~

I kinda want a significant other now,, anyway, let me know if you want a part 2 where they tell people!!

(I'll probably write it anyway, but still!)

[batfam-rewrites]

Batfam During Quarantine: Retirement

Dick pulls up in front of the apartment that Barbara and her family lives in. He takes out his boom box and sets in a cassette tape. He sets the volume to the maximum setting. He holds the boom box over his head as Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” starts playing.

Dick: BABS!!!!

He waits out there for a few minutes until she opens up the window and leans out of it.

Barbara: You Dick!

The song ends and starts playing “I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing” from Aerosmith.

Dick: BABS! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE TALK TO ME!

Neighbor 1: GO HOME!

Dick: I’M DOING THIS FOR LOVE!

Neighbor 2: LOVE IS DEAD YOU SCHMUCK!

Dick: YOU’RE HEART IS DEAD!

Neighbor 3: SHUT THE FUCK UP KID!

Jim Gordon: DICK, IT IS 5 AM! GO THE FUCK HOME!

Dick: FINE!

The next night

Dick walks up to the door to the Gordon family’s apartment. He knocks on the door and Jim opens the door.

Dick: Hey Jim, I was sorta expecting Babs to open the door.

Jim: *looks at the cards in Dick’s hands* Just take a hint kid. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.

Dick: I’m persistent, it’s part of my charm.

Jim: Whatever. *shuts the door*

A minute late Barbara opens the door.

Dick: *holding the cards*

Barbara: They’re facing you.

Dick: *looks down and flips the cards around* “Babs, I know I messed things up by *flips the card* not telling you Helena was staying at the *flips the card* mansion. I want you to know that you are *flips the card*

Barbara: *shuts the door on Dick*

Dick: I still have twenty-something cards left. At least finish reading them.

Two days later at the grocery store

Barbara is walking down the aisle looking for food. The music playing over the speakers as a voice replaces the music.

Dick: You’re just to good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off of you. You'd be like Heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. 

Barbara starts looking around the store for Dick and sees him leaning against a wall with one of the phones.

Dick: *notices Barbara and points to hear and then makes a heart with his hands* At long last, love has arrived. And I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you. *plays the instrumental part on his phone*

A store employee now spots Dick and heads towards him.

Dick: I love you, baby. And if it's quite alright. *struggles to keep possession of the phone* Get away, you’ll sing next. I need you baby *still fighting for the phone* To warm the lonely night. *starts climbing between the wall and the refrigerated section* I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say.

Barbara starts walking away embarrassed.

Dick: Oh, pretty baby, wait Babs, where you going? Babs? Babs? BAAABBS! LET ME ME LOVE YOUUUUU!

Daily Briefing

Dick: Okay, while things are a bit peaceful now, they’re not going to stay that way forever. Let’s try to plan ahead now and see if we can recruit any former members of Batman Inc. Tim, Steph, and Duke, you guys need to try and convince Luke to come out of retirement. Kate and Babs you go try and convince Bette to join us in Gotham.

Jason: What are the rest of us doing?

Dick: Selina, Jason, Harper, Cass, and Damian will patrol and hand out mask later today....

Harper: Cool, glad I can finally do something!

Jason: Got it!

Dick: And I will be sulking in my room!

Damian: Try again, Grayson.

Dick: I will be on patrol and handing out mask as Nightwing! Julia will be on monitor duty and Helena, tonight you’ll be on sanitation duty.

Helena: *sexually* Whatever you say.

Selina: Oh god!

Duke: Please stop!

Tim: There is a child present!

Jason: *Laughs hysterically* Am I the only one who still thinks this is funny?

Stephanie: Apparently so!

Dick: Alright, let’s get moving.

Tim, Duke, Stephanie, and Luke

Tim: Damn, it’s nice to finally be out of the mansion!

Duke: We were on patrol almost every night.

Tim: Yeah, but as Red Robin, not Tim Drake.

Stephanie: I mean, I guess that’s true.

Tim: *knocks on the door* 

Luke: *opens the door* Hey guys, it’s been a while!

Tim: Hey Luke, how have you been!

Luke: Not bad, Tim! What about you guys?

Tim: Could be better!

Stephanie: Not bad!

Duke: Send help!

Luke: Their dysfunction has gotten to you I’m assuming?

Duke: Maybe.

Tim and Stephanie: We’re not dysfunctional!!!

Luke: Relax! I’m talking about the others.

Tim: Kay, coolcoolcool.

Stephanie: Yeah, the others are pretty dysfunctional.

Luke: Anyways, come on in guys. Take a seat in the living room.

All three walk in and sit in the living room.

Tim: Okay I’m going to cut straight to the point, things aren’t going to be so peaceful for so long. It’s only a matter of time until the Joker pops up with a futuristic Batsuit or some dude comes in with a plan to destroy Batman in multiple ways.

Luke: I’m not coming out of retirement, Tim.

Stephanie: Why not?

Luke: Because I can’t stand to go back being some vigilante trying to save the city. I mean don’t you guys get tired of feeling like the weight of this city is pressing down on you every time you put on that mask.

Tim: Yeah, but I mean it’s not that bad.

Luke: When was the last time you slept.

Tim: Like 6 hours. Plus 2 days.

Luke: That’s my point! This is a thankless job that you guys work your ass off for.

Duke: Yeah coming here may have been a mistake. Let’s go guys, Luke’s not coming back.

Stephanie: Why not stay here Duke. I mean, Luke is right. We risk our lives to save some fucks who don’t give two shits whether we live or die. Sure they’d be sad if we did, but they would only be sad because that would mean they’d have to actually defend themselves!

Tim: Yeah, that is a great point!

Stephanie: Woooo let’s get hammered, this is my retirement party fuckers!

Luke: You’re not drinking alcohol! You’re under age!

Stephanie: Whatever! *stands up and walks out the door*

Duke: Tim, let’s go!

Tim: Yeah, I mean it’s probably about time I retired too!

Duke: Damn it!

Damian and Jon

Damian sets up a zoom call with Jon

Damian: Hey, Kent.

Jon: Hey, Wayne.

Damian: Why must you mock me?

Jon: Why must you mock me?

Damian: Goodbye!

Jon: No, wait, I want attention!!!!

Damian: Works like a charm. How’s it going over there?

Jon: Not bad, it’s super boring. I wish I had 50 people staying at my place.

Damian: No you don’t! It is awful. I want to punch Drake constantly, Grayson is always trying to hand out hugs, Todd tried to kill me!

Jon: The hugs don’t sound....

Damian: Row turned my knife into an electric razor...

Jon: How...

Damian: Kyle keeps trying to bond with me, Cain tried to stab me because I stole a waffle from her, Bertinelli and her lust for Grayson is annoying! Honestly, Pennyworth and Thomas are the only ones who haven’t managed to piss me off.

Jon: You know what, I take back what I said earlier.

Damian: Wise choice.

Jon: Hey, remember the time your dad almost adopted me?

Jason: *talking in the hallway*

Damian: That was funny. Hey I got to go, I’m about to go on patrol.

Jon: During the day, I thought you guys were nocturnal.

Damian: No, we are not. We’ll talk later.

Jon: See ya!

Damian: Bye. *rushes to the door to see if he could hear Jason*

Jason: I’ll see you there. *walks off*

Damian: *walks out of his room and sees Selina* 

Selina: Hey Dami, you ready to go on patrol?

Damian: Actually, we have a change in plans.

Nightwing

Nightwing: *sees a kid walking by without a mask, he squats down and waves* Hey what’s up little dude!

Little kid: *runs away from parents and hugs Nightwing*

Parent: Hey! Sorry, we’re still trying to get him to understand what social distancing is.

Nightwing: It’s okay, he’s young, he’ll eventually get the idea. I see that someone lost their mask though! Do you like super heroes kiddo!

Little kid: *nods excitedly* Batgirl is my favorite!

Nightwing: Really! Batgirl is my favorite, too! Hey, let’s get you another mask buddy! *reaches into the box of mask he has and hands a Batgirl mask to the parent to put on the kid’s face*

Parent: Thank you so much! *puts the mask on the little kids face*

Nightwing: No problem! Stay safe! *waits a bit longer and puts in an earbud*

Nightwing: *sees another guy not wearing a mask* Hey, how about we wear a mask buddy!

Guy: Piss off!

Nightwing: Come on. Let’s try to think about everyone else.

Guy: Who cares! If I get the virus I won’t die! It’s only the old people who are dying! 

Nightwing: Okay, please tell me your joking.

Guy: I mean, you don’t really see much other people dying.

Nightwing: If you pay attention to the statistics you would see that there are other people who are 20, 30, 40 years old and dying from this virus! Can you just put the mask on?

Guy: Hell no, it’s uncomfortable for me!

Nightwing: UNCOMFORTABLE FOR YOU! I HAVE TO WEAR ONE FOR LEGIT MOST OF THE DAY. OUR CITIES FIRST RESPONDERS MUST WEAR ONE TO DO THEIR DAMN JOBS. NO ONE, ESPECIALLY ME OR ANY NURSE, FIREMAN, POLICE OFFICER, ET CETERA, CARES IF IT BOTHERS YOU! PUT ON THE DAMN MASK!!!

Guy: Damn. *starts walking away*

Nightwing: *grabs cologne* Sir, don’t make me do this.

Guy: Do what? Bit......

Nightwing: *sprays cologne all over the guys face*

Guy: pffft. pfffffftt. 

Nightwing: I bet you’d like a mask now!

Guy: YOU FUCKING SON OF A

Nightwing: *spays the cologne at his face again* Hey! *throws a mask at the guy* No profanity! There’s kids around. Put on the mask, too. 

Guy: *puts the mask on reluctantly and walks away* Stupid vigilante in this stupid damn city. Hate this damn place.

Nightwing: *watches him walk away for a bit* Never thought I’d take a page out of Jay’s book.

Julia: Nightwing, need you over in Gotham Heights. There’s a.... *clears throat*..... situation over there. I’m sending you the coordinates now.

Nightwing: On my way! *takes off firing the grappling hook into the side of a building as he takes off*

Jason

Jason walks towards the house, checking his surroundings to see if any of his “family” members followed him. Fortunate for him, Dick is preoccupied with his thoughts and Damian and Selina left after he did.

He opens the door and walks inside of his safe house. He then sits down, takes off his helmet, sets it down on the table, and turns on the tv to watch Supernatural. Not long after Roy walks downstairs.

Roy: What’s up Jaybird?

Jason: Not much Roy.

Roy then sits down on the couch next to him to watch with him.

Roy: Is it just me or would Jensen Ackles be the perfect person to play you if there was to ever be a movie about you?

Jason: I KNOW, RIGHT!!!! Hey do you want to order some pizza?

Roy: Sure!

Roy begins to pull out his phone when they hear a knock at the door.

Jason: Hide! 

Roy: Hey it’s my safe house, too!

Jason: It’s my city! Hide!

Roy begins to hide as Jason looks outside the door to see Damian and Selina outside the door. 

Jason: *opens the door* Hey Catwoman, Robin! What are you guys doing here?

Damian: More importantly, what are you doing here?

Jason: Following up on a lead. I saw a very shady guy leave here so I’m looking for some evidence.

Selina: Are those your guns on the counter? And your helmet and phone on the table?

Jason: No.

Damian: Then where’s your guns?

Jason: Okay, I hate to admit it, but I came across a dog and decided to pet it, then it bit the barrel of both guns and ran off.

Selina: Mmmmhhhmmmm and why don’t I believe you?

Jason: Because everyone but Duke has trust issues.

Damian: Give it up, Todd.

Jason: Give what up?

Damian: *walks over to the closet and opens the door*

Roy: Woah, how the hell did I get here!

Jason: *shakes his head*

Tim, Duke, Stephanie, and Luke

Duke: Dude, you broke Tim and Steph.

Luke: No I didn’t!

Duke: Really because we came here to try and convince you to be Batwing again and yet you somehow got them both to decide to retire!

Luke: So, they should! They deserve it. No kid should have to deal with that kind of stress!

Duke: Dude, we live in Gotham freaking City. Stress is literally stuff we learn in 6th grade because our parents need us to get jobs!

Luke: You had to get a job in 6th grade?

Duke: Oh right, sorry I forgot you all are rich! Hey, where’s Steph and Tim?

Luke: Outside somewhere.

Duke: DUDE!!!! WE HAVE TO FIND THEM!!!!!!

Luke: They’ll be fine!

Duke: Whatever. *walks towards the door* If you change your mind, you know where to call. *he walks out the door*

____

Tim: *grabs a helium tank* Hey Steph!

Stephanie: *turns around*

Tim: *pulls down the mask and inhales the helium* I am vengeance, I am the night, I am BATMAN!

Stephanie: O-M-G!!! That is amazing!

Jason, Roy, Damian, and Selina

Selina: So again, Jason, what are you doing here?

Jason: Trying to get away from you people! Do you know how often I want to shoot Dick alone from all of the stupid stuff he does! 

Damian: Yes!

Jason: You’re no better. You can not adopt stray animals every week!

Damian: They can catch the virus, too! They need a home!

Jason: They have one! In the wild somewhere!

Selina: What’s your point?

Jason: I needed a place to escape you idiots at the mansion. There’s only so much I can take before I break B’s no killing rule.

Damian: Then why is Harper here?

Roy: Jaybird has been my emotional support person since Kori left Earth for Tamaran.

Selina: I can see that.

Damian: Is this where you’ve been every single patrol?

Jason: Not every one. Only when I get sick of you all. 

Selina: Everyday!!!!

Roy: *laughs uncontrollably*

Jason: Not everyday!!! Look, this is why I need this place, because I can’t stand you fuckers!!! Get out of my house!

Damian: How did you even pay for this place?

Jason: I USED TO KILL PEOPLE FOR A LIVING!!!!

Selina: Jason, your not supposed to even be here. We need to leave now.

Jason: Yes you fucking should!

Selina: I meant all of us!

Jason: Good luck with that! You’ll have to drag me out.

Damian: Just watch us do it!

Roy: This is getting a bit personal, I’m gunna grab my bow and leave.

Jason: Stay Roy!

Roy: Okay, I’ll stay!

Selina: How are we so awful? What is it that we do that bothers you so much?

Jason: I don’t want to talk about it!

Selina: What is it?

Jason: You guys make me want to actually be a part of the family! You guys care for me, and make fun of me *starts crying* and make me laugh, and it’s not fucking fair!

Selina: Jason..... I’m.... I’m sorry. Why are you crying?

Jason: Because this shit has always been unfamiliar to me! Family has always been fucked up for me before Bruce. When he took me in I didn’t know how to feel because at that point my life was filled with rage, sadness, and confusion. *sits down on the couch* Then came in Dick, who at first made me feel at home with how much he hated the fact that I replaced him, until a few months go by for him to accept me as a brother he never had. Then I fuckin’ died!

Selina: *sits down next to Jason* It’s okay if you want some time away from us, I understand now that this is new. We won’t ever stop loving you Jason. If you ever need a break from us then I’ll cover for you, just don’t be out for too long.

Jason: Thanks Selina.

Roy: *starts humming Love Is A Battlefield*

Selina: Are you humming Love Is A Battlefield?

Jason: He is so humming Pat Benatar right now.

Roy: No, you’re all just hearing things.

Damian: Who’s Pat Benatar?

Jason: Okay, GET OUT!!!!

Selina: *rushes themselves out the door* Let’s go Dami, we’ve overstayed our welcome!

Damian: But my phone!

Roy and Jason: GET OUT!

Tim and Stephanie

Stephanie: *dancing in a strangers house* Woooo!!!

Tim: *break dancing to “Dirrty” in the middle of a dance circle*

Stephanie: *nudges the person next to her* I’m friends with that guy!

Stranger: Nice!

Stephanie: I know right!

Tim: *steps out of the dance circle* Hey!

Stephanie: How many Red Bulls did you have?

Tim: How many legs does a wolf-tigark have.

Stephanie: What!

Tim: I’m super fucked up!

Stephanie: Same! Wanna have sex?

Tim: Sure!

Duke, Cassandra, and Harper

Duke: Hey, Harper! Do you remember that time you were totally surrounded by the Riddler’s henchmen and I swooped in and saved you, and you were like “Thanks dude! You’re the best! I totally owe you one!”

Harper: Yes, I remember part of that being true!

Duke: Well, I need you to return that favor and you can not tell any of the others. I lost Tim and Stephanie and need help finding them.

Harper: What the hell Duke! How did this happen?

Duke: Well, Luke broke Tim and Steph, causing them to decide to retire, then they disappeared.

Harper: Okay, Orphan and I will be right there after we take down these two drug dealing pimps!

Duke: Thank you!

Harper: *hangs up the phone* Okay, let’s take care of this Orphan!

They both jump down landing a kick to their chest. Harper then grabbed her dudes arm and broke his wrist, finally stomping on his face, knocking the dude out. Cass walked towards her guy reaching down and throwing him against a wall, then kicking his back.

Nightwing

Nightwing: *arrives at the apartment door*

Boyfriend: YOU STUPID BITCH! WHY CAN’T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT! 

Girlfriend: *through tears* I’m sorry!

Boyfriend: *slaps the girlfriend* SHUT UP BITCH!

Nightwing: *knocks on the door*

Boyfriend: *opens door* Can I help you?

Nightwing: Yes hi. I was walking around the neighborhood and wanted to know if you wanted to donate to the charity of whoop-ass?

Boyfriend: Not interested. *tries to close the door*

Nightwing: *pushes the door open* Hold on, you need to hear the rest of my pitch! *kicks the boyfriend in the chest* 

Girlfriend: *still crying* NO! PLEASE STOP!

Nightwing: Wha-

Boyfriend: *tries to throws a few punch at Nightwing’s face*

Nightwing: *drops to the floor and goes for a flare, sweeping the boyfriend off his feet*

The sound of sirens is heard out side.

Nightwing: *temporarily distracted by the sirens*

Boyfriend: *gets up* YOU CALLED THE COPS! YOU UNGRATEFUL GOOD FOR NOTHING BITCH! *tries to punch his girlfriend*

Nightwing: *catches his fist* Not gunna happen. *tosses the boyfriend against the wall and has him put his hands over his head*

Police Officer: G-C-P-D! GET YOUR..... Oh, Nightwing? How random seeing one of you guys here. Like always. *goes in to arrest the boyfriend*

Nightwing: *kneels down to where the girlfriend is sitting and takes note of the cuts and marks on her arms* Are you okay?

Girlfriend: I-*sob* I don’t *sob* know what *sob* I did *sob* wrong?

Nightwing: You did nothing wrong. Everything will be okay. Did he hit you?

Girlfriend: *nods her head yes*

Nightwing: Where did he hit you?

Girlfriend: *looks up to reveal a black eye and cuts on her face* My *sob* face, arms *sob*, stomach. *buries her head in her arms and starts to cry even harder*

Nightwing: Hey, it’s going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay. 

Nightwing tries the best he can to comfort the girl before the EMT arrived. After that he stuck around for a bit to give a statement of what happened when he arrived and to make sure everything was fine before he left.

Duke, Stephanie, Tim, Harper, and Cassandra

Stephanie: *wakes up* Ugh. My head! *she looks over at Tim and smiles as she gets out of the bed*

Tim: *starts to wake* Ow! *sees Stephanie* Hey!

Stephanie: Hey! 

Tim: *sits up on the bed*

Stephanie: Look about what happened, can we agree it was a drunk mistake.

Tim: Yeah! *rubs the back of his head and stands up close to Stephanie* I’m sorry, I can’t pretend! *he pulls her in and kisses her* I really like you!

Stephanie: I like you, too.

Tim: Wanna crawl back under the covers again for a bit?

Stephanie: Absolutely!

____

Desk Clerk: Thank you, hope you enjoyed your stay!

Tim: We certainly did, thank you! *both Stephanie and Tim walk out the door and see Duke, Cassandra, and Harper* 

Stephanie: Hey, you found us!

Duke: Get in the car!

Harper: Spent most of the night looking for you suckers until we saw that Tim used his credit card to purchase a hotel room there! 

Tim: We’re sorry you had to go searching for us!

Duke: Also, if you are even still thinking about retiring, you’re going to have to tell Bruce yourself.

Stephanie: We’re not retiring. We probably just thought it was a good idea because we were both sleep deprived.

Duke: Good, because I didn’t want to see Bruce lose his shit!

Dick and Julia/Dick and Jason

Back at the Batcave

Julia: How did it go?

Dick: Rough. That building was well into Harper’s sector though, why did you have me take care of it?

Julia: I think you know why.

Dick: *thinks for a moment* Because of the way I’ve been reacting to my breakup with Bab’s.

Julia: If you stopped thinking of how to win her back for one second, you would see that she is most likely suffering as much as you are. 

Dick: I understand. I’m going to head upstairs. Don’t stay down here much longer, that’s an order.

Julia: Are you still entitled to give orders?

Dick: I still get to wear the cowl, don’t I?

Julia: Fair enough.

Dick quickly showers and heads upstairs.

Jason: Hey, Dickwad. Over here.

Dick: Sup, Jay?

Jason: Follow me.

Jason leads Dick to the parking garage and into one of Bruce’s cars and drives to the safe house.

Jason: Welcome, to the safe house. I heard you had a rough day so I thought it would be worth it to take you here. Wayne house free zone so feel free to cry, let out your feeling, whatever you need to do to process this. I’ll wait in the car.

Dick: *crying* Jay.

Jason: Yeah.

Dick: *hugs Jason* Thank you!

Jason: No problem. If you tell Bruce, I will end you though.

Dick: Got it!

While I try to make these stories for the most part humorous and entertaining, domestic violence is a very serious topic. Since quarantine, domestic violence rates have gone up. If you or some one you know is in an abusive relationship or has found themselves in one since quarantine began, don’t hesitate to call the Domestic Violence Support hotline at 1 (800) 799 7233. You can also go to thehotline.org to contact them.

If someone you know has just left an abusive relationship (boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, parent/child) remember to be there for them. Allow them to talk but don’t force them too if they don’t want to. Make sure not to bash the guilty party and respond about them neutrally. Most of all, make sure to let them know that they are still loved, and that they are still the same person, even if they feel that they are not.

I will be reblogging this message on my blog. I ask you to please share and reblog as much as you can.

[badwolfrunning]

DOES ANYONE ELSE

Know about and/or is down to ship Yakko with Babs Bunny?!

I saw it in literally ONE freaking fic and it just stole my entire heart

Like, rejoining the Animaniacs fandom, I also rewatched some Tiny Toons and just...can you imagine the banter, the jokes, the gags and impressions that are possible between Babs and Yakko!?!

Please. I beg of the void. Someone else has to see it too

Babs also has some insecurities around not being liked/funny. She would totally understand and ensure Yakko never felt worthless. He hella respects her talents as a toon and performer and, though he has a habit of toeing a line, he wouldn't cross Babs.

She would never judge or come between the odd family dynamic the Warners have either; Yakko being their big brother, raising them and ending up relatively codependent and smothered in pseudo dad feels? Yeah. She gets it.

His sibs are the most important things in his world, she isn't about to threaten that. She's a big sister too but couldn't imagine taking on what Yakko has.

Also; Babs being big sister to Dot. I MEAN COMEON

[bitchfitch]

Which spooky twink is dating the mushroom and are their pictures of them together?

Babylon! theyre married and they met when Babs stole Everard's wallet at a bar. (he was panicking give him a break)

and like, its been hard to like, depict them together bc theres a Very fine line between cute bonding and tentacle porn with these two.

because when i say big, i mean Big. Everard spans an entire forrest, and he isn't like one big toadstool, hes a network of very fine mycelium thats infected every plant and scrap of soil in a ten mile radius around a central "heart". and he while he Can make a sorta puppet for himself, its difficult for him to control and usually just freaks people out.

Which means that just carrying on as what looks like a sentient forrest is whats easiest for him. with vines being his main mode of like physical interaction with things just because thats whats easiest for him.

So! this is the only picture that has all of both of them completely in frame. Everard is a geographic feature, Sanctuary Forest, which is labeled c on this map.

Most of the time when i draw Ardy hes in either his Boar King form or his Im A Normal Half Elf Man Please Do Not Ask Questions form. which are less forms and more puppets animated by the same mycelium situation. but ill also go for the just vines and bones look, which is the easiest for him to pull off and is whats going on under that armor 99% of the time.

but anyways, heres some other doodles of them (most of these are Very dated/ kinda crimge in hindsight and use older designs):

and then some aus, weve got Space Twink!Babs x Sentient AI/space station!Ardy, and Pop Star!Babs x Park Ranger!Ardy (weird pull i know but this is the best case scenario au for them. Babs gets a lot of attention and ardy gets to be left alone to take care of his forest)

anyways! that was way more than what you asked for i just love these two lots and lots but i dont get to talk about their relationship a lot bc they're two of the potential big bads in my dnd setting.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ JUST ONE SECOND ❜

with Creeper Vargas.

Request: Holà! Do you mind to write something about Creeper ? This guys needs more love ! 😍 Maybe reader & Creeper are already in relationship. And Reader is firefighter & Creeper and Crew see her during intervention? And he can be very scared for her or very excited? Ending with smut ? 🙈🔥 If u don't want or can't.... That's totally fine 😊❤

BY ANON

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT and Creeper trying to be romantic.

Word count: about 2.9k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

Masterlist.

You can’t lie. The fire warning from a location close to Vicki’s house surprised you. In less than fifteen seconds you are already wearing the heavy equipment, ready to drive the fire truck through the border of Santa Madre, crossing it by the private door you have to avoid the fact to wait for other cars to step aside and let you pass them away. The sirens can be heard all around the mexicali dessert, speeding up as soon as you see the smoke screen close to Riz’s lands, with furious engulfing blazes burning down a whole house. The police patrols are leading you the road, having to overtake them because of their low velocity. That doesn’t help you, and your boss shouting at you to do it either. Stopping the wheels dead with a dry noise, you all jump out of the heavy vehicle under the attentive looks of the neighbors. But you can’t think about it, about their whispers, not about the guys looking at you from Vicki’s porch. You’re too busy hearing the orders while García helps you to wear the equipment and the helmet covering your head completely. A house. Two floors. One garage. Kitchen, bathroom and living room in the first one. Three dorms, two bathrooms and a built-it closet in the hallway. A woman screaming through the second window on the top floor at your left.

Your legs move faster than ever, as they trained you for years. You’re leading the team, organizing where they must go. Two men on the first floor. Two women and you on the second one, while the other four are outside trying to set off the burning with the hoses from the truck. Whenever you cross a door, it’s like coming into hell. The heat is scorching. You can feel how your body melts because of it, going upstairs and controlling the fire around you to not get fucked up by an unexpected flame. The doors are closed, grabbing the axe on your back to hit the center of them, so the rooms can breathe a little. Knowing by that technique where the fire originated. The color of the smoke says a lot about it. The blacker, the closer you are to the epicenter.

“BE FUCKING HURRY, TEAM! THIS SHIT IS GONNA FALL DOWN!” You scream, as loud as your throat let you, while they begin to explore the dorms.

It’s easy to find the mother and her children, feeling some water refresh your equipment when you get closer to a window. You’re always the last one to go downstairs, making sure no one else is there. Through the walkie you can hear your boss shouting at you to go out, before the house gets destroyed. The water is not helping to turn off the fire. But when you’re about to do it, you hear a high-pitched cry coming from the built-it closet. Closed. With all your force, you hit the doorknob to break it and open it. A small dog jumps into you, scared, crying and moving his tale. A mix of emotions that you’re fast to deal with. Leaving the axe on the floor, you open your jacket to tuck him under it, zipping it again to protect him from the flames. He’s not going to die there, and later you will figure out why he was locked down inside a wardrobe. Running again towards the stairs, you have to throw yourself back when a roof wooden beam falls over them, covered into flames. Just one second. You have just one second to go backwards, disconnecting from the world, from the screams of your boss, from the screams of your mates calling you through the walkie. Just one second to remember where the whiter smoke was. Just one second that can cost your life if you don’t act quickly. You’ve been in worse shit than this. Fuck, you will adopt that cute puppy that just in one second stole your heart. And you smile at him, just one second.

Turning around above the heavy boots, you run to the second dorm kicking the door to come in. The flames are burning down the walls, leaving enough space to reach the window. Hitting the glass with your elbow to break it, you stick your head out.

“BRING THE BLANKET! BRING THE FUCKING BLANKET!”

As soon as your team finds you, they run to the fire truck to grab a big blanket to positionate themselves under the windows, stretching it high enough to jump onto it. You take just one second to surround your chest with both arms, holding the dog tightly under your grip, before placing a leg over the frame to boost yourself out. In the fall, you turn your body to give them your back. You can feel the animal stirring scared under your arms, hugging him a little more, until bouncing twice on it. Your team helps you to get up when they leave you on the floor, unzipping your jacket to calm the dog crying, under the claps and the cheerings of the viewers there as if it was a fucking tv show. No, that’s not Chicago Fire mexicali version. That's real life, where you can die in just one second.

Your girls from the hospital unit grab the dog to put him in an air mask, checking that he’s okay while you take off the equipment with some help. Your boss spills a water bottle over you, when you are already off from the uniform to refresh your skin and your face.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT, (Y/N)?!”

“I COULDN'T LEAVE HIM THERE! WHY THE FUCK HE WAS LOCKED DOWN?”

You try to find the family between the patrols, the gossips and your team. But before you can find them being assisted by the paramedics, you find the crew. They’re assorted looking at you and, among them, Creeper on the brink of collapse. His face is the last thing you see before falter to the ground, with your heartbeat over the sky.

You have a deep breath, taking off the mask that covers your face, coughing and puking some salive over the edge of the hospital bed. Bewildered and stunned you try to focus your gaze, hearing a lot of voices like far echoes. The light is blinding you, putting a hand on your eyes and shaking your head, while the calls get clarified, finally hearing your name. A doctor takes off your hand to cheek your pupils and your throat. Apparently, you swallowed too much smoke and that provoked you to faint. You can hear how he talks with some men, assuring them that you’re okay and that you just need to rest.

“My mo-mouth… tastes like… ugh, shit”. You cough again, feeling some pain doing it. “Tastes like a fucking… ashtray”.

The soft laughs flood the room, opening slightly your eyes enough to see your boss, Bishop, Marcus and Creeper close to the bed. Your boyfriend sits on the edge, holding your hands and leaning forward to kiss your forehead, pulling away some bristles of your hair.

“Damn, mami… You scared the shit outta me…” He whispers with a low broken thread of voice.

“I bet you… were… fe-feeling hotter th-than that house, watching me in… action”. You mutter between some more coughs.

“(Y/N), how do you feel?” Carlos, your boss, comes closer to caress your left cheek.

“Ready to… work tomorrow, jefe”.

“Yeah, fuck you, (Y/N)”. He replies breaking into laughs. “I will sign your withdrawal for some days. Rest as much as you can, arai’?”

“Yes, daddy, I’ll… be a go-good girl”. You joke with him, before seeing him leave the room to keep your mates informed.

��Do you need anything, querida?”

“Nah, Bish… I’m just tired”. You answer trying to get up on your forearms with Creeper helping you to lie somewhat comfy. “Where’s the dog?”

“Frankie is taking care of him in the station, until you get out. He thought that maybe you wanted to adopt him”.

Your eyes go up to your boyfriend, twisting his neck assorted on caressing your hands.

“Neron?”

“Hm…?” Shaking his head, he comes back to the real world. “Yeah… Yeah, sure. We can bring him with us”.

“We will let you rest, mija”. El Padrino narrows one of your feet, sending you a kiss through the air before leaving the room and closing the door.

“You okay?” You ask then, coupling your body among Creeper's arms.

“You know…” The half mexican clicks his tongue, accommodating his head on the pillow lying down. “I like your job, it's cool and you save lives, but… I've never seen you working and that… shit really scared me, baby. Seeing you jump outta the window, the explosion after that…”

“Wait. What explosion?”

“You were leaving in the ambulance when it happened, I saw it through ma' mirror”.

“Aw, you were following me like a doggy?” You tease him hugging his back, and pecking his face.

“Shut up, crazy bitch… I was fuckin' worried thinking I've lost you”.

“Nah… not until you… motherfucker… ask me to marry you”. Pointing his chest with your forefinger, chuckling, you highlight every word. “Then, I can die”.

“Ain't gonna propose to you to keep you alive”. He says laughing, while you hit his chest with pursed lips. “I fuckin' love you, mami. If I lose you, I die”.

“Now you know how I feel every time you leave our home, Creeper”.

“Yeah, okay, but do you love me too or what? I'm trying to be fuckin' romantic”.

You laugh again between some coughs, covering your mouth with a hand.

“Let me show you how much, papi”. You mutter raising a leg over his waist, to push him closer.

“No, no, no… We ain't gonna fuck here”. He breaks into laughs, trying to survive to your puppy eyes. “Shit, no. Someone could enter…”

“And, what? I was about to die, they will understand it”. You sob trying to pity him.

“You can make any efforts”. He says pulling away your leg, but it comes back holding him tighter.

“Touch me at least… C'mon, Neron… please…”

“Baby, stop moving!” You can't help but rub your body against his, complaining with some noises.

“C'mon… Just a little… please”.

“Bab—”.

“C'mon! You know you will end up doing it…”

“Fuck… I fucking hate you, bitch”.

“Okay, douchebag, I get it. But touch me”. You beg him biting his lower lip.

“If you feel like you're dro—”.

“Fucking touch me, Neron”.

The man laughs softly, moving his hand on your waist down to your pelvis, tucking it under the green pants of the hospital. Creeper has the other arm surrounding your neck, while your fingers get tangled in his shirt as he's closer. His fingertips tour the fabric of your panties, pressing the center slightly moistened, licking your lips with his tongue before kissing you. Lying a little on the mattress, your boyfriend accommodates himself over one of his sides while you curl your right leg.

“Don' fuckin' scare me again, ah?” He whispers onto your lips, with his dark eyes fixed on yours. You just nod leaving a short kiss on his lips.

When you feel one of his fingers easily sliding into you, you can’t help but have a breath biting your lip. He does it slowly, enjoying every gesture on your face, pulling it back with the same pace to thrust you again. He’s torturing you, and you know it, as if it was a punishment for worrying him. But soon, his hand begin to move somewhat faster, containing some moans to avoid being heard by the doctors and the patients that walk through the hallway. Creeper loves when you fuck in public, hiding from the rest, and you have to try to be the most silent possible. Your hands press his head when he strokes your needy clit, gasping straight to his lips and closing your eyes for some seconds. Now it feels better than ever, having thought just for one second that it wouldn’t happen again.

“Do you think you can have another finger, ah?”

“Shit, yes, Creep'”.

A fleeting smile appears on his mouth, pounding you without expecting to be this fast. You have to collide your lips against his when you experiment that pleasure, bringing his hand to your limits, to drown a delighted scream. You're so wet that he can drown them inside your pussy without doing any efforts, fucking you as you begged some seconds ago. The fact that you can be caught for a nurse and that he's constantly drinking your gestures, maintaining your gaze with his, makes you feel out of control moving your waist against his hand.

“Fuck, papi…”

“You want a third?” He asks with his voice getting somewhat hoarsely.

“Please… Please”. You whisper with some difficulties because of your breath.

“Enjoy it, mami”.

The third finger gets digged into you harder, covering your mouth with a hand that your boyfriend slaps and takes to the back of his head.

“You asked for, carry with consequences”. He growls speeding up the moves of his wrist.

“Fuck, Neron…” You cry resting your forehead on his over the pillow. “Make me cum, please… I need you to do it”.

The half mexican kisses you, tucking his tongue inside your mouth in a filthy kiss, desperate for finding yours and mixing your salivas. One of the things he loves the most is when you beg him, being at the edge of the orgasm and spreading your legs for him, to do with you whatever he wants.

“Not yet, baby”. He denies shaking his head and pulling away his hands from your pants.

“'Fuck you doing, Neron?” You complain frowning, out of air. “If you don't finish, I'm gonna rip off every tat—”.

“Pull off your clothes”. He interrupts you chuckling, and grabbing your throat with his wet fingers.

Arching your back and sliding the pants and the panties through your legs, he helps you with the horrible green shirt.

“Open your legs”.

“Wh—”.

“(Y/N), open your legs”. He demands squeezing one of your thighs.

At the moment you obey, he settles himself between them crawling down your stomach without taking off his eyes from you. Sitting up on your forearms, lying against the bed backrest, Creeper sinks his face in your wet pussy sucking your clit in the meantime you place your legs over his shoulders. If there is something he does like a master is eating you out. His tongue toures your entrance and your clit with passion, pounding you with the same three fingers that started that game of being silent. He knows well what you like, how you like it and where he has to press to make you cum.

You can't help but place both hands on his head, caressing his back with your shaky legs, putting you closer from the ecstasy by hitting your g-spot with his long fingers. A soft moan escapes inevitably from your throat when his free hand finds your breasts, pinching one of your nipples, massaging and squeezing it brisling every inch of your skin. Your eyes are on him, watching how much he is enjoying pleasing you, but controlling your breathing to not make you cough. If you do it, he will stop and you will be lost. But you're okay. More than okay. His warm mouth devouring you is like touching the sky, the effort he makes to tease you and make you cry out his name, wanting someone to hear you. But you're an expert. He has done it a lot of times and you always win.

“I'm so close, papi…” You mutter with a trembling voice, arching slightly your back, when his fingers go harder and faster nailing in your wetness.

And it doesn't take you much more, covering your mouth with both hands and closing your eyelids, drowning his full name on your palms. Creeper pulls out his fingers, nailing both hands on your thighs, drinking your juices desperate to taste you until your body can't fight anymore against his lips sucking you out.

“Fuck, baby”. He says after leaving a last lick all over your pleased pussy with the full extension of his tongue, crawling up to your mouth while your legs get intertwined with his. “You're my favorite meal”.

“I want you to fuck me, please”. You beg him between some kisses, trying to recover the air. “I can feel you… so fucking hard, Neron…”

“Not until we're home”. He rejects you wrapping your body with both tattooed arms. “For the moment, settle for this”.

“Papi…”

“No”. He repeats biting your lower lip, rubbing the rigid fabric of his jeans against your wet core, making you moan again.

“You're wanting it as bad as I want it”.

“I just want you to get better. Then, I'll fuck my future wife all the time she asks me for”.

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[haechanplsacceptmylove]

Regret pt. 3

Part one 🍓 part two 🍓 part three 🍓 part four 🍓

A/n: so the next part aka 4th will be the last part 🥺🍓 i hope u guys like this part because I REALLY didn't know how to continue it since y/n duccked up big time in the last part but i hope u guys like ittttttt🖤 it took me soooo long to figure out how to continue it. Part 4 will be released asap! Only if their comeback doesn't kill me for real😫❤️.

"y/n baby please open the door"

As soon as you hear your boyfriend's voice you push Mino away from you and look at him shocked "what the fuck did i just do" you whisper to yourself and feel the regret taking over you, you hear another knock "y/n please let's talk"

-2 hours ago-

After you had left the dorm, Jaehyun walked in Haechan's room "can't you schedule your free time or something?? Your fucking girlfriend waited for you for 3 hours and all you did was play your stupid game?!" Jaehyun looks at Haechan in disbelief. "Jaehyun it's none of your business, she's my girlfriend" Haechan says in stern tone which only makes Jaehyun angrier and hold his younger friend's collar "I just feel so fucking bad for leaving her for you when I would've treated her better" Jaehyun says in gritted teeth and Haechan looks at him in shock. "yes, I've liked y/n for two years now and we almost got it official until you, yes you stepped in between us and stole her from me". Haechan looks at Jaehyun in shock and is left speechless until Jaehyun adds "So either you go and make it up to her or I go and get her back to me and treat her the way she deserves to be treated" he lets go of Haechan and Haechan takes his keys and leaves the dorm driving to your apartment

-meantime-

Mino looks at you immediately understanding the way you're looking at him, he was always able to read your mind from your eyes or face expression and he clearly saw that you were regretting everything that happened couple minutes ago and that you were only drunk and didn't understand what you were doing, he understood that it was a mistake, a huge mistake. He smiles at you sadly to hint that you totally don't need to use your words and gets up taking his things and walking towards the door. You get up and try to follow him with your messed up steps since you were still kind of drunk. Mino opens the door and meets Haechan whose expression show shock and disappointment. He looks at Mino and looks at you who was just as shook as he was. Haechan notices the fade dark pink lipstick that obviously looks like it's yours on Mino's lips and looks at you. Mino looks at Haechan emotionless and walks past him without saying a word. Haechan holds his shoulder to turn him around and punches him. You yelp and run towards Haechan to stop him but he pushes you away. Mino tries to get up but his cheek meets another punch from your boyfriend as he straddles Mino's body to give him more punches, you get up and push Haechan off your best friend "FUCKING STOP IT HAECHAN WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM" you yell at him, tears falling down your cheeks and leaving a burning sensation. "He deserves it" Haechan says getting up to hit him again but you hold him "please stop it, i-it's not his fault", Haechan and Mino both freeze at your words. It was obviously Mino's fault because you were visibly wasted on the alcohol and you didn't understand what you were saying and Mino himself knows he made a mistake but he just couldn't hold it in anymore and did what he did but unfortunately this fact is now buried by your words, but you had to say that, otherwise you know that your best friend may end up with broken bones tonight and your boyfriend would probably end up in jail and lose his job he's been working on for many years. You hold your boyfriend's arms "i-its my f-fault" Haechan looks at you shocked and you hesitate to look him in the eyes but you do it, tears streaming your face "i-i made a mistake bab-" "don't fucking say that word, don't call me baby" Haechan pushes your hands away from his arms and you see a look you've never, ever seen in Haechan's eyes and you just feel your heart break knowing you fucked up for real now. "baby let me just explain pleas-" "i said do.not. call me baby" he says in a stern voice that gives you goosebumps, he huffs and chuckles in disbelief "i really- i was not expecting that y/n y/l/n" he shakes his head. As soon as you heard your full name you just lost it. "No it's not her fault" Mino says getting up and Haechan shoots him a glare that could kill, you look at Mino and shake your head "please Mino leave us alone" you say and nod your head, he was about to say something but you interrupt him "please", he nods and walks away. You look at Haechan who's now burning Mino's back with his eyes. "Haechan let me talk-" "talk? What do you want to say huh?" he looks at you in disgust "there's literally nothing- y/n nothing to defense yourself with" at this point you're trying your best to not break in front of him and you only look at him feeling a knot in your throat, not being able to talk. Haechan chuckles and looks anywhere else but at you, trying to not cry either, he licks his lips and takes a deep breath "we're over". He turns around to walk away and you feel like you just break into million pieces, your eyes widen seeing him walking away and you try to hold his arm to stop him from leaving "Haechan pleas- ah!" He pushes your hand away and as you try to run after him you trip on your drunken steps and fall down with a yelp.

As much as Haechan wanted to turn around and run to you and hold you in his arms and ask you if you're hurt or you're okay and tell you that everything is fine and make you warm he just couldn't. He couldn't comfort a hurt person when he himself is hurt and broken . "I'm sorry but you hurt me" he whispers to himself, tears streaming down his face, walking away, the only thing he can hear is your loud sobs and your pleads for him to not leave you.

[manrocket-mo]

You and Mo adopting a puppy together in Toronto

Ya’ll I know we’re all mopey and really sad and I hope this helps even a teensy bit.

When the Leafs’ community relations team reached out to you and the other wives and girlfriends to ask you to be a representative at the Toronto Humane Society adoption event pre-game, you knew that you should’ve sat this one out. It wasn’t that you hated animals, it was quite the opposite.

You wanted a puppy so bad, you and Morgan but you both always kept a level heads about yourselves. With Morgan’s schedule in-season and you being in your last semester at university, it just wasn’t a good idea. But every time you went back to Vancouver with Morgan and you saw him with Maggie, and every time you went out and you stole some puppy time away from strangers, the part of your heart that wanted a puppy grew and grew.

But who were you to turn down an opportunity to not only steal some more puppy play time but also do good in the community on behalf of your boyfriend? So you stupidly agreed, your Rielly jean jacket slung over your shoulders and a bag of treats ready to go for the good boys and girls awaiting you.

“Have a great game, babe,” you smiled readjusting Morgan’s lapels before pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiles into your peck and before you could pull away, lifts you up.

“Mmm, don’t be late,” you mumble, cupping his cheek. “I don’t want Babs mad at me.”

Mo chuckles before setting you down on the counter.

“As if Babs could ever be mad at you. He loves you!” You roll your eyes at him and place your hands on his broad shoulders. “Mmm, you’re wearing your jacket.”

You grin at him. “I have this thing today and I have to represent this guy, so I have wear this little thing.” You shrug your shoulders but the smile ripped across your cheeks told another story.

His grin matches yours. “I love seeing you wear my last name and my number,” he whispers seductively against your skin, his hands tracing the 4’s along your sleeve. “But more than anything, I love knowing that you’re representing us in the community. It means so much to me.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, sweetly.

“Of course. Anytime.” You press a kiss to his lips once more before you shooed him, jumping off the counter. “Now, you really gotta go! You’re going to be late by your standards.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes at you and leaned down to give you one last peck on the lips.

“Wait!” You yelled after him before he could walk over to grab his keys. “Don’t forget your pin!” You grab the blue Leafs paw print pin off the counter and moved back to your boyfriend.

“I got it.” You stood there in the foyer of the home you shared with Morgan and pressed the backing into the pin so that it hung perfectly on his suit. “Perfect.”

You caught Mo giving you the heart eyes again. “Thanks, babe.”

“You’re welcome! Now go get, ‘em. Score me a goal!” You teasingly swatted at his butt, directing him to the door. “Come on, come on.”

Mo laughs and leans back before you could close the door on him. “One more?”

You giggle, pressing your lips against his once more before pushing the door shut.

An hour later and you were on Maple Leaf Square out of treats and completely in love with the pup in your arms.

“Y/N,” Aryne chastises. You stick your lip out in a pout and give her puppy eyes, similar to the ones the little chocolate lab in your arms had been giving you the entire time you held him.

“Aryne…” you whine. “He’s sooooo cute.”

“Mo is going to kill you,” Steph sings knowingly.

“Yeah, but he’ll have a little friend to comfort him once they lower me into the ground,” you mumble stroking the pup’s soft fur.

“Ma’am, I think that family over there is going to sign up for that puppy, if you want to let them..” one of the humane society representatives said reaching out.

You panicked, clutching the puppy to you, your eyes searching for Steph’s. She giggled at you, knowingly. She knew from the very beginning how this would end. Truthfully, so did you.

Morgan would surely kill you. That was for sure.

You looked down to the good boy in your arms, so warm, so content and once he looked up at you, it was over.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll adopt him.” You were determined and moved toward the sign up sheet for the little devil and picked it off the table. “Where do I sign?” you ask, one arm holding the dog and the other a pen.

Steph laughed loudly from behind you, earning an elbow to the ribs by Christina. “Wait til Syd hears about this!”

You roll your eyes but sit at the adoption table where you begin the paperwork, smiling for a photo when you finish up.

“…can we not post that til tomorrow? I need to tell my boyfriend what I just did.” This time the circle of wives and girlfriends surrounding you laugh in unison at your expense.

“And here you go… here’s his crate, some puppy food, a couple of toys and some treats. And not to forget, his first little bandana. Mac with the number 44, is that right?”

“Aww, MAC!” Steph cooed as she grabbed the crate for you.

“Yes, thank you.” You grabbed your belongings, slinging your purse over your shoulder while clutching to your new puppy.

“So what are you going to do?” Christina wonders as she reaches over to give Mac a scratch between the ears.

“I’m going got go home and figure out how to explain what I just did to my boyfriend when he gets home.

You get another phone call, your third that you send to voicemail out of pure guilt. You watch as Mac runs around the office and can’t help the shame you feel as your phone buzzes with another text.

You pick up your phone and send him a text without looking at what he sent.

I’m okay. Don’t worry.

You put your phone down. You knew Morgan would be home at any time with the game ending almost an hour ago, even sooner now that you weren’t there to greet him post-game.

When the front door opens and slams shut, you get off the floor and creep toward the door.

“Y/N!” Morgan yells, looking for you.

You push the door of the office open and shut it softly behind you.

“Mo, I’m here.” You watch as he turns to you and in three long strides pulls you into his arms.

“I was so worried! You didn’t answer my calls and my texts and Steph said you never made it to the game and you weren’t there waiting for me and—“ he was panicking, he was worried.

You grabbed his face in your hands and spoke to him. “Morgan, I’m here. I’m okay. I’m here, okay?” You nod with him. “I’m here.”

“Why’d you leave?” Morgan asks confused.

You shake your head and you’re sure it does nothing to relieve his worries. “Morgan, you’re going to be mad at me and that’s okay. I deserve it.”

Mo’s blue eyes grow. “Y/N…”

“Morgan, you need to be calm when I tell you.”

He nods quietly but before you could build up the courage to spill what you did, there are the sounds of little paws on hardwood, little puppy barks.

“Morgan, please don’t be mad.” You lean down and away from Morgan to pull your new little pup to you.

“Momo, meet Mac…” you smile sheepishly, looking up to take him in giving you a look of relief.

“That’s it? This is why you thought I’d be so mad that you didn’t answer my phone calls?” He’s skeptical.

“I thought you’d be so mad you’d break up with me for being irresponsible…”

Morgan lets out a breath and puts his arms around your waist. He can’t help but laugh at the look that must be on your face.

“I’m not mad, okay?”

You nod and pull Mac to you. “Look Mo, he even has a 44 on a Maple Leaf on his bandana! You can’t be mad! Look at that face!” You angle Mac’s little face up so Morgan can look at it and as soon as Morgan leans down, Mac takes a lick at his face.

“Mac, eh?” Morgan reaches over and pets his soft, chocolate brown fur. “Mac is going to make Maggie a very jealous girl when we get back to Vancouver for the summer. She’s not going to be happy with me.”

You smile, your heart and ovaries bursting as Morgan takes hold of Mac and nuzzles his fur.

“How old is Mac?” He wonders.

“10 weeks and he’s all up to date with vaccinations and has had a full work up by the vets and I’ll take care of him, you won’t even have to worry—“

Morgan silences you with his lips.

“I’m not mad at you,” he promises.

Suddenly Mac yelps and starts wiggling out of your boyfriend’s arms, prompting him to be set down on the floor.

“Oh, you wanna play, Mac?” Morgan gets down on his knees and calls for Mac when he turns around and goes to the other room where he knows he has toys.

“I’m glad we got a little gremlin of our own, even if you pretended you were strong enough to go to this event. I was really starting to miss Mags again and I want you to have someone when I’m away.”

You settle down on the floor next to Morgan hearing the jingle of Mac’s tags against his collar as he ran back a toy almost the size of his body being dragged from his mouth.

“So the right call?” you wonder, bumping shoulders with your boy. “Because this family was eyeing him and..”

“Ah, right call? Still out there as questionable,” Morgan teases, his arm going around your shoulders, pulling you to him. “But good call? I’d say so.”

He quickly presses a kiss to your temple before patting the floor in front of you both with two hands, signaling for Mac to jump into his arms.

“I’ll let Maggie make the final decision when she meets our little guy in a few weeks.”

Mac lets out a little bark and you and Morgan laugh pulling him closer to both love on him.

Y/IG/H

Toronto, ON

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Y/IG/H Mags has a baby brother and @morganrielly didn’t kill me! Everyone meet Mac Rielly! #Bub

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morganrielly How could I be mad with that face on Bub??

marner_93 Mo daddy and Mac daddy

stephlachancee STILL laughing but cuteeee 😍

sydneyesiason Steph wasn’t kidding! 😹Can’t wait til he meets Jax!

MO SOFT/THIRST NIGHT! (cont’d)

[squiddybeifong]

Flowers

Day 4 of RobRae Week 2019: 

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He hadn’t expected too much when he asked her to join him on a little excursion back to Gotham. Sure, Blüdhaven and occasionally Jump were the go-to places for their dates and they hadn’t really came back to visit since the last gala he attended, way back when he still donned the Robin moniker. But coming all this way and having a full day of preparing for another benefit that they already knew how to breeze through meant they had some downtime just for themselves.

Dick had given Babs the puppy dog routine and she sighed, heading off to distract Alfred the best she could as the two birds slipped out the Manor’s back doors. And with pollen filling the air and birds returning from their migrations, there was one place that he knew he had to take her. So he kissed her fingertips and led them to the only place in Gotham that could hold a candle to the library (and wasn’t simply gray all over).

Raven was quiet as she looked around Robinson Park, silently turning her head this way and that. Dick watched her, amused at the constant flickers of giddiness that rose up through their bond. She carefully stayed on the worn path, observing all of the flora around her.

The empath rose up a few inches until she was as tall as Dick, her hands softly caressing the downy petals that hung near the branches. She smiled and floated back down, her heart fluttering as he intertwined their fingers and lifted their hands to press a kiss to her knuckles.

Raven snickered at the affection, her hand slipping away to wrap around his arm, “You keep staring, Boy Blunder.”

“Can’t help it,” The acrobat’s eyes were shining as he took in how happy she was, his gaze flicking to the flowers that the girl scouts had planted as soon as the snow melted earlier that spring. Just like Raven the flowers were in full bloom now as the season reached its peak, calm and content in the warm weather.

She glanced up at him as he gazed at her, heat flushing up her neck at the lovestruck look on his face. Raven pressed her lips to the outside of his shoulder, smiling against his jacket, “Dork.”

“Your dork.”

His smile was infectious and Raven chuckled, shaking her head, “Of course. My dork.” She squeezed his arm and raised her chin as a weak wind brushed past them, carrying the heavy scent of a blooming rosebush.

She knew they could’ve walked in silence for hours on end, enjoying nothing but the other’s company (Azar knows how often they’d done just that before), but something in the wind’s aroma called for her to be open. “You know,” Raven murmured, lazily pressing her fingertips along his bicep, “There weren’t any daisies in Azarath.”

Dick’s brows furrowed, “Really? I know you mentioned lilies once…”

“We had other flowers and some megafauna, but nothing like daisies.”

Her eyes lit up and he remembered how she reacted the first time they had gone to the park as Titans, “I know Azar actually kept some of Earth’s flowers--roses, tulips... and I think petunias too. We had one species that looked an awful lot like sunflowers, but they were mainly used for dyes and tea.”

He hummed, wondering what Azarath might have looked like. From what she’d told him, the utopia was a far cry from anywhere they had lived in the past, let alone here. The detective shifted his arm, a grin curling his lips as she huddled closer, “Gotham isn’t the most flowering city.”

“It’s plenty beautiful,” Sapphire eyes shot down to her at the immediate response and Raven bit her lip, not sure how much she was describing the city and how much was about the love of her life.

Dick pecked the gem in her forehead, his words light against her skin, “Of course the goth says that about Gotham.” He grinned as she lifted up an inch at his teasing, leaning down to sneak a kiss right below her ear. Raven moved an inch closer and looked around, letting out a breath through her nose as she confirmed that they were alone. He tucked some of her hair away and let his mouth wander a bit lower, fiddling with shoo away the scarf around her neck.

“You do realize we’re in public, right?” Violet eyes fluttered shut despite her words, a soft gasp slipping out of her as he pivoted, pulling her into a hug.

Raven’s eyes opened and he brushed their noses together, “Always.” She rolled her eyes and he stole another peck, her arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders. Dick kissed her again and she sighed against his lips, their embrace tightening as they enjoyed the day and each other.

A trio of kids started screaming a few yards away and they reluctantly pulled away, his thumbs lazily rolling just above her hips. Sapphire eyes checked the growths behind her back, murmuring, “They can’t see us.”

He went for another kiss and she turned, stealing a quick smooch to his cheek and sliding his palm along hers. Nightwing aimed a boyish smile her way as she started leading them further into Robinson Park, tilting his head towards the flowers that lined the path, “Which one’s your favorite?”

The demoness glanced at his face, unable to keep the snort from escaping. She shook her head, feeling her hair brush against her face, “Please say you’re not about to be as cliché as I think you are.”

Dick didn’t answer and instead sent out a quiet apology to Poision Ivy. His gaze landed on a particular patch of color and he tugged his girlfriend towards a clump of bushes. He glanced at the petals, then Raven’s face and back again, considering which would be best. The mage’s confused “Richard?” forced him to make up his mind and, plucking a chrysanthemum that was as bright as a pomegranate seed, he stood to his full height. 

Raven touched her cheek, knowing exactly where he was going with this. She felt his delight through their bond and made sure that he felt how wonderfully ridiculous she thought he was being, “Oh my goodness.”

He held the flower in one hand and her hand with the other, putting on his best ‘rich kid at a gala’ voice, “Flower for the lady?”

His heart soared at the laugh that escaped her. Still, she raised her face and let him tuck the stem behind her ear, both of them taking a brief moment to enjoy the scent that filled the tiny space between them. Raven smiled up at him and squeezed his hand, “Dork.”

Pale fingers intertwined with his and he had to remind her again, “Your dork.”

This time Raven was the one to kiss his knuckles, her shoulders shaking in amusement, “My dork.”

[the-zodiacs-written-in-the-stars]

Writer’s Month: Day 17 - Accidental Baby(/Child) Acquisition

Half a year prior to the main-plot, Ally and Andy start coming around the Pub and Jamie, Jessie and Babs have to figure out a way to deal with the two homeless orphans.

Jessie was the first one to notice them, because she took out the trash that day. Two kids, waiting for said trash to pick out the good stuff. It was clever, she had to admit. She remembered her and Jamie doing the same thing as kids. Restaurants were the best place to score dinner. When they noticed her, they grabbed what they had and ran, the taller girl clinging tightly onto the younger boy's hand as they ran as fast as they could. Jessie furrowed her brows. She'd have to keep an eye on this.

“Guys, we—oh good Lord. I just saw things about Babs that I never wanted to see. You have blinded me. Why would you do this to my poor ace eyes?”, groaned Jessie.

She covered her eyes and quickly turned away, while Babs and Tanya on the couch huffed. Tanya was red-cheeked as she hurried to cover herself, while Babs flipped Jessie off with a glare.

“You knew I had my girlfriend over. You were supposed to go out with someone!”, huffed Babs.

She looked furious. She always did when Jessie got in the way of sex. Jessie smirked unapologetically, shrugging at the two women. Tanya was fixing her hair carefully.

“I still don't get how this thing between you works”, stated Jessie.

“When a girl and a girl like each other really much-”, started Babs patiently.

“I know how being gay works, you dork”, huffed Jessie and rolled her eyes. “I mean, Tanya's Jamie's ex. And Jamie lives here. And you're making out on the very same couch where Jamie and you made out before, Tanya. How's that work?”

“We're adults”, stated Tanya with a pointed look. “Why wouldn't Jamie and I be able to stay in friendly contact? We broke up with each other, it's not like he broke my heart and I can never look into his face again. Not everyone has to be as dramatic as it is on TV.”

“...Oh. Well, that makes sense”, hummed Jessie. “Well, this whole 'relationship' thing, I'm just looking at it from the outside. You allosexuals fascinate me.”

She smiled mischievously at them and winked, while Babs huffed. “Why are you here?”

“Oh. Yeah. There were two street-kids stealing food out of our trash-can. Keep an eye on that?”, requested Jessie with furrowed brows. “Kids shouldn't live on their own on the streets.”

“Oh”, whispered Babs, nodding slowly. “Okay. Sure. Will do.”

“Would you now please go?”, requested Tanya pointedly. “We were in the middle of something.”

Jessie threw her hands up in the air and left. Tanya smiled pleased and returned her attention to her girlfriend, pleased they had the room to themselves again. Babs looked at her with hooded eyes before slowly leaning back on the couch, luring Tanya in to follow her. Tanya sat between Babs' legs and happily leaned all the way down to kiss Babs.

“Okay. This isn't working”, sighed Tanya and sat up after a moment. “You're distracted. What is it?”

“Sorry”, grunted Babs, running her fingers through her hair. “Orphans eating out of the trash are kind of a mood-killer, you know.”

“Okay”, sighed Tanya and got up, grabbing her coat. “Well, you coming?”

“Coming?”, echoed Babs confused.

“It bothers you. Let's go and see if we can find them and see if they're alright”, offered Tanya.

Babs' eyes softened as she got up. She got on her toe-tips to kiss Tanya's cheek before the two got out of the apartment and downstairs. They slipped out of the pub though the back-door.

“Hey”, greeted Babs softly, smiling.

The kids had come back. Had probably waited for Jessie to leave. The girl glared at Babs.

“It's okay. We don't... Here”, offered Babs slowly, getting two water-bottles out. “I'm... I'm sure you can use something to drink, right? You don't... have to take food out of the trash though. You could come to the kitchen and ask. We have a lot of left-overs. We could just pack them up for you.”

When the kids made no attempt to approach her, she put the bottles down and grabbed Tanya's hand before heading back inside with a sigh. There was no pushing them right now; she wanted them to at least have the water for now. Food was one thing and they seemingly had found enough right now. Once back inside, she leaned her cheek against Tanya's arm.

“We could call child-services?”, suggested Tanya.

“And what good does that do?”, asked Babs doubtfully. “They're not going to... stake-out the pub to find the kids. The most they're going to do is chase the kids away for good and, at the very least, they're getting a warm meal here. Jamie always said that was the hardest thing to find.”

~*~

“Who are you making that burger for?”, asked Chess curiously. “There was no order.”

“Don't worry about it”, assured Jamie before he paused. “There's two kids who have been stealing left-overs from the trash for the past few weeks. I... figured we could leave them something someone else hasn't bitten in yet. Two burgers aren't going to kill the business.”

“...You want fries for that?”, offered Chess with a soft smile.

Jamie smiled at that. He really liked the kid. Okay, okay, okay, 'kid' was a bit of a stretch – Jamie was only three years older than Chess. But Chess had something very... Bambi-esque? For one, Jamie was his boss and also his mentor – teaching him the ways around the kitchen. Chess was excited and eager to learn and it gave Jamie a bit of a big-brother feeling. After all, he was a year younger than Jessie, so it wasn't the hugest leap. Or so Jamie told himself.

“There you go”, hummed Chess and filled two Styrofoam boxes with fries.

Jamie grinned and placed the burgers in the other half of the boxes. Closing them up, he went outside and placed them on the windowsill outside the kitchen.

~*~

It became a routine that Jamie would leave food outside and it'd be gone in the morning. After a few weeks, he started putting notes in. Just to let them know that it was okay to come inside. To communicate with them somehow. Sometimes, he'd even just talk about himself and the others to introduce them to the kids. He'd leave milkshakes too, occasionally. Water-bottles more often.

When it got colder because autumn rolled around, Jamie found himself leaving a blanket with the food. The weather got worse, it started raining more often and Jamie left a note that the kids were welcomed to come inside and eat there, it would be warm and safe. It had been two months now and apparently they had gained enough of the kids' trust that they followed the invitation, because a very excited Babs came barreling into the kitchen highly excited.

“The kids are here. I'm supposed to get them burgers”, prompted Babs.

Jamie nodded sharply and got to it. After he finished them, he turned toward Chess and asked him to hold down the fort while he wanted to go and sit with the kids. It was the first time he was actually getting a proper look at the kids. The boy was at max ten, though probably younger. He was black, with his hair cut very short – which really was more practical on the streets, Jamie remembered a time of short hair too. He looked nearly lost in his large, yellow hoodie. The girl next to him had lighter skin than him and Jamie wasn't entirely sure but she looked Polynesian.

“There you go. Two burgers and milkshakes. Vanilla and strawberry”, offered Jamie with a smile.

The girl took the strawberry one and the boy took the vanilla one. They immediately started wolfing down their burgers while Jamie sat down opposite them with a smile.

“I'm Jamie”, introduced Jamie himself. What are your names?”

“...I'm Ally”, said the girl around a mouth full of bacon. “And he's Andy.”

“Ally and Andy. It's nice to meet you”, nodded Jamie pleased. “You know, you're welcome to come inside to eat. Or, just generally. When it's raining outside.”

“Why?”, asked Ally warily. “Why would you do this for us?”

Jamie shrugged and leaned forward, arms folded in front of him. “I guess... you remind me of me.”

“Sure”, snorted Ally pointedly, dipping a fry into her milkshake.

Humming softly, Jamie reached out and stole a fry from Andy's plate. “When I was sixteen, my mom died. Our... home... died down with her. My sister and I were left all alone on the streets with no home and no family left, fending for ourselves. I was... older than you, yes. But I know what it's like to live from one day to the other, on the streets, not knowing where to sleep and where the next meal would come from. I've gone a whole week with no food to make sure my little sister ate.”

Ally averted her eyes, like that one hit home for her too. It probably did. She was older than Andy, not by much but by a few years. She felt responsible for him, that much was obvious.

“I... stole. Threatened people. Got in trouble. Nearly got caught by the cops before we fled the country and came to Los Angeles to start a new life”, continued Jamie. “I worked my ass off for all of this. I worked and fought tooth and nail to get off the street. And I know that the streets aren't a place for kids. So, if there's any way I can help you, I want to.”

“We can just... come in?”, whispered Andy softly, sounding nearly afraid.

“Anytime. If you need a dry place, food, something to drink, or just a place to sit”, nodded Jamie.

“What if you're not here?”, huffed Ally. “The owner's not gonna let that fly.”

“You're talking to the owner”, grinned Jamie before nodding over toward the bar. “And that's my little sister. She'll also let you in. When I tell you you're welcome here, I mean it.”

~*~

It was December and pretty cold, even for Los Angeles, when Ally and Andy were lingering in the bar. It was so late already, the last customers were paying up to leave so they could close. Andy was working with a knife on a twig, he was constantly trying to make the perfect slingshot. Ally was drawing something, humming to herself as she listened to music.

“Kids?”, asked Jamie softly, tapping Ally on the shoulder.

They had been coming in for over a month at this point and gotten very comfortable. They had also grown more used to Jamie and the staff – Jessie, Babs, Chess, Ryuu. They were less on guard and even laughed and joked with them. Ally pulled her headphones off and looked up at him.

“Right. Closing time. Let's get going, Andy”, ushered Ally.

“I don't want to”, groaned Andy. “There's this jerk where we're currently staying. He has been making fun of me for days now. I don't wanna go back there.”

“Andy. Stop it”, growled Ally irritated. “It's a good place.”

Jamie frowned, weighting if the time had come. If they had gained the kids' trust enough to offer this without seeming like Stranger Danger and creeps. He just... didn't want the kids on the streets.

“You could stay here”, offered Jamie gently. “Not here in the bar. But upstairs. We have a large pull-out couch in the living room. It's pretty comfortable for sleeping, you know. Had to sleep on it when my ex kicked me out of my own bedroom.”

Ally and Andy exchanged a couple looks and expressions, Andy clearly trying to convince her. In the end, Ally caved and nodded with a sigh. Jamie smiled and led them upstairs, quickly showing them the bathroom and kitchen before bringing them to the living room. He got them pillows and blankets before pulling the couch out for them. He lingered in the doorway until the kids settled in and curled together rather small in the center of the couch. It was just an exception. He was just going to help the kids out, back on their feet and then they'd figure out something for them.

“Night, you two”, whispered Jamie softly.

[ccfstephaniebrown]

Because you forgot how to love me. || Tim  & Steph || Chatzy

Tim and Steph face each other in the Batcave

@redrobinxdrake

Stephanie waddled her way down to the cave as quickly as she could. Baby Drake was getting too big, and she resembled more an apple with legs then her usual self. She was livid. When Conner had told her where Tim was, she hadn't believed it. Bruce wouldn’t just lock him away. He was supposed to be in a room. He was supposed to be able to come and go as he pleased. But what Kon had described was a prison! She moved quickly Tim's Gotham U hoodie stretched wide over her belly and her black leggings doing little to keep her warm. "BRUCE," she yelled, "BRUCE!" He wasn't there. How dare he not be here when she found out what he had done. She was putting an end to this. She didn't care if she had to play the pregnant card. They were exhausting her. She moved down the cave's hall towards the prisons until she could see him. Laying in the glass case like he was a caged animal. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is not what Bruce sold us on. I swear Tim. We would never let him lock you up like this.

Tim settled into the warmth of the scratchy wool blanket, his hands prepared to catch the smooth leather baseball. The confines of his room felt chillingly comforting in the wake of his latest sparring session with Barbara. It took every trump card for him to convince the big dog to crank down the homey comforts. He didn’t deserve cable, dressers of grandeur, or the view of the city. He deserved to be a prisoner. His mind no longer a comfortable place to hide or concoct some scheme to harm anyone else. Tim caught the baseball between his palms, a brow lifted to the voice that through his sanctum of sorrow. “You didn’t allow him to do anything. He didn’t lock me up,” he opened his eyes to take on her rounding figure. “This was my idea.”  

Stephanie looked at him, horrified. "Why would you do this," Stephanie demanded, slamming her hands against the glass. She was furious. Furious at everything. The unfairness that Tim had "died" on her after promising to never leave her alone. The fact that they hadn't found him. That it had been Talia, who had found him. "WHAT DID SHE SAY TO YOU? WHAT DID SHE SAY THAT YOU CAN'T GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD," Stephanie demand anger and frustration evident in her eyes. She was tired of this bullshit. The first thing she would do after Baby Drake was born and she got her body back, would be to hunt down Talia and chop her up till there was nothing to resurrect. She hated the woman. She hurt everyone Stephanie loved and kept hurting them. Jason was right. Some people just deserved to die.

Tim’s jaw set at the continuous pounding of the glass. His expression unchanged but the worry swirling dangerously in his pit. This amount of stress on the baby wasn’t right; she knew this but didn’t care. The underside of her palms was reddening with each wild slam against the glass. The baseball fell from his grasp, rolling beneath his cot, as Tim rose to face her. Her reflection cast in contrast to his own in the mirroring glass. “That I wasn’t worthy of being saved but that I could be.” His words were softer. “You need to calm down, Stephanie. If you keep on, you will push yourself and our child into early labor.” Tim slowly had come to the terms of this new life. With or without all the pieces.

Stephanie sobbed, how dare he talk about their child. It was a miracle every day in her book that she hadn't lost their baby with the amount of stress she had been under the last eight months. Steph chaulked it up to the fact the baby was a Bat. Thru and thru, Baby Drake was a fighter who would survive having her as a mom and their crazy family that was always in trouble but would die for each other. "And you believed her because I wasn't enough. We weren't enough to keep you anchored to this life. You don't get to scold me about the baby Tim. You've made it clear you don't want anything to do with us, and while I'm strong enough to have my heart broken by you every day. I'll be damned if I let you break her heart. Because its a girl, Tim, she needs her daddy. Every girl does, even those of us who have crappy dads like mine. We need a daddy to tell us we're beautiful when boys say we're ugly. To tell us we're worth the wait when boys try to pressure us for more. To tell us its not our fault when we're not strong enough to fight back. We need daddies, and she needs hers. But you're too busy trying to be punished to realized that. You haven't even checked on us. You haven't asked about her. I want to love you and believe in you. I want you back in any way I can have you. But you have to want to come back, and I'm beginning to think it's because you don't want us," Stephanie confessed.

Tim’s features were steeped in the darkness that crowded his soul. He didn’t know what he wanted more. Love or the peace in atoning in the eternal fires of his own doing. Stephanie’s words cut him in places that he didn’t know still mattered. He ached but refused to be derailed by her emotional manipulations. “I believed her because she pulled me out of the grave and I was alone. Alone in my thoughts, and I was scared. I don’t know anything for sure...nothing feels real.” He turned away from her. His hands clenched and unclenching. “Maybe she’s better off without me. Maybe both of you are.” His heart broke silently in his chest. He knew if he pulled the cord now, there was no going back. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be the man you need me to be. I’m trying to figure out who I am because I’m not her tool. I’m not Robin. I don’t know who I am, but I can’t be him. No matter how deeply I wish I could be.”

Stephanie screamed and slammed her hands again, unable to reach him to slap him. "You're Tim Fucking Drake. She fucking stole you from Bruce. Cause he found you first. Did she tell you that? Cause Babs told me. Bruce should've but we fucking chalk it up to Bruce can't admit when he's been outsmarted, and he's an asshole by trade. But Bruce had you. Was caring for you. But Talia stole you like she's stealing you from our child. You're not the coward she has made you. You're Tim Drake. You are the man who saved Conner Kent from Cadmus and then proceeded to protect him while he got on his feet. You protected fucking Superboy. You’re Tim Drake who out-witted Ra's Al Ghul when Oliver Queen caved to him. You’re Tim Drake who saved Barbara Gordon when she was possessed by an AI and figured it out like it was a computer virus. You did those things, all on your own. Not with me or Bruce or Babs or Dick or even Jason. You were the man who figured out my father was coming after me when no one else had an idea of it. You're not Robin. You haven't been for a long time. You were never her tool. You made a choice to follow me. To trust me. And DAMMIT I DESERVE BETTER THEN THIS," she screamed. "So get over your fucking self. I'm scared, Tim. All the time. We both know what a fucking train-wreck I am. I can only hold the bullshit persona of the mom who knows what she's doing for so long. I'm susceptible to postpartum depression. I need you to get your head outta your ass and help me as you promised. Because you made me believe I deserved better than to let, people, leave me like I was the street rat that everyone told me I was. And we have rules that only one of us can be broken at a time, and I'm a month away from pushing something the size of a watermelon out a hole the size of a lemon. I need you cause I'm scared I'm going to die and she's going to be alone in this world, and it wakes me up in the middle of the night because you won't get better. You keep hiding away instead of getting the help you need cause I don't want to leave our baby in the world alone. "

The truth steamrolled over him. It felt as if all the air in his chest had been forced out. Tim turned on his heels, all the anger finally surfacing onto his features. Why couldn’t they all just leave him? Didn’t they get that with every new development a part of him broke? “You do deserve better, Stephanie.” His palms flattened against the glass, rooting him back to the calm he needed to get back too. “You aren’t alone. You have Barbara and Jason and Dick. Hell, you finally won over Bruce,” his eyes softened as they tangled up in hers. God, she was even more beautiful when she was fired up. “You are stronger than you think and it’s about damn time you stop hiding that in this relationship. You don’t know what I want or what I have been through. You don’t know how desperately I want to go back. Back to when I had control. I don’t. I’m not afraid of who I was or what I did. I can accept the bad, but I’m afraid of the new me. I'm afraid of hurting the only thing in the world that makes me feel right, and that’s you.”

Stephanie sobbed feeling something in her break Too tired and stressed to remain standing she down the wall and cried in frustration and hurt and fear and anger. Nothing she did was right. She couldn't save Tim. She failed to protect him. How could she possibly raise a baby on her own? "They all will leave. That's what people do in my life. They leave me. My dad left me for crime. Mom left me for drugs. Babs left me over and over again. Jason and Dick both have lives. You left me. It's the one thing I can count on. People leave. She looked up at the bats in the cave. Misery radiated from her. "I can't help you. I can't fix you, because you're not broken, and I think in all of this that's the most frustrating part. You keep thinking you need to be fixed. That we're trying to fix you. But its Kintsugi, the cracks, the damage is what makes me love you all the more."

“I never wanted to leave you, Stephanie.” Tim’s forehead leaned into the frosty glass. “Please take a breath for our little girl and for me.” He pleaded. Tim shifted slightly out of view of the camera perched in the corner. Constant surveillance had a downside. “What if I can’t love the cracks? What if they make me weak and angry all the damn time?”

"They're supposed to. I look in the mirror, and I see the girl who nearly destroyed Gotham with a gang war. Who broke Tim Drake and Barbara Gordon's heart when she faked her death. The girl who holds the title for the shortest run as Robin ever. The girl whose own mother would rather be high as a kite then holding my hand when I go to doctor's appointments. The girl who became a statistic. The street rat who came from nothing. I hear the whispers of the girl who sucked every Wayne dick to become the youngest, female VP at Wayne Enterprises. The girl who earned her cowl on her back. The girl who is going to screw her child up like she is. And I hate them. I hate everything that I have seen and done and heard. But then I look again. And I listen again. And I see the girl who picked herself up and stayed calm when her world crumbled when her big brother had to tell her the man she loved died. I see the girl who built the life that her lover wanted for their child. I hear him say I love you, and I'll always find my way back to you. And to trust him. You said we didn't morn you. Its cause I knew you weren't dead and I just had to focus on the goal and take power from it. Because you love me. Cracks and all. I'm strong and weak. I'm beautiful and fragile. I'm angry, but I can still love it. I think you've forgotten how to love your cracks because you've forgotten how to love me. But I'm patient, Tim. I'll wait. I will always wait. Because if it were the other way around, you'd wait for me."

[sassycassie-s-series]

All My Fault 2

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG

Notes: (Masterlist) @batboys-and-other-messes was beta-reading this and mentioned that no one likes to read just the filler chapter (as chapter 2 seems to be) but it’s so LONG to combine chapters 2 and 3. So my solution is to put them up on the same day so you can move on immediately.

Tag List (Open): @welovegroot @probsjosh @nanna-the-batmum @batboys-and-other-messes

Chapter 1

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Angrily, Damian shucked off his overcoat to reveal his Batman body armor—the bat-shaped emblem on his chest familiar but updated from the one his father wore. He threw his coat off to the side and stormed over to the med-bay, peeling the top of his body armor off as he did so. Baring his torso revealed a patchwork of scars, fresh cuts and bruises, and faded Henna tattoos.

“Baby bird,” Dick tried.

“Don’t, Grayson,” Damian snapped. “All the fear and heartache over losing her is all my fault. Me. Now. Because I wanted to let you all exchange farewells. My heart got the best of me and I ended up causing all that pain.”

“Damian, there may still be a way to change the past—” Jason started.

“Yeah, time can be fluid, remember?” Tim put in.

“The timeways are shut,” Damian retorted, whirling around. “There is no possible alternative to returning Cloudburst to the past!”

“Dami—”

“Shut up!” Damian interrupted.

“Enough!” I shouted, catching everyone off-guard. “Enough. We can talk about this later. Tim, see what else you can find, yeah?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

Dick moved to go talk to Damian, but I caught his arm. “Let me try first,” I requested.

“Alright,” Dick relented.

I went over to Damian—who was angrily wrapping up the bleeding cut on his arm. “Here,” I offered gently. “Let me.” I took the gauze from his arm, removed what he’d already done, cut it off, and started again. He sat on a stool with a huff and refused to look at me. I disinfected the slice in his skin and wound the gauze carefully but firmly over the cut, making sure it wouldn’t leak. “I don’t blame you, Damian,” I continued quietly.

“Tt,” he tutted, but didn’t say anything else.

I set my jaw. “This is not the childish behavior I’d expect from Batman,” I pressed.

He shot me a glare of green fire. “I don’t need your scolding, McCloud,” he snapped.

“I'm not scolding you. I'm telling you as a friend that you’re acting like an idiot,” I retorted, tying the gauze around his cut and sitting down on another stool. “We’re the same age right now, Damian. So, I'm talking to you as a true equal and a friend. Are you going to listen to me as one?”

He looked away from me and refused to meet my gaze.

“Hey. Remember when I chewed out Jay for an hour after he got himself shot in a chink in his body armor?” I asked. Damian smirked—and tried really hard not to. “I’ve always been the one who cares too much. Maybe even more than Dick. I just… I want you to be okay. All of you. I worry because I love you guys. And I want you to stop blaming yourself. Contrary to your belief, this is not the worst thing that’s happened to me.” I put my hands on my knees. He finally met my gaze. “C’mon Damian. Admit it: you’re happy to see me.”

He scoffed. “Tt. Have you ever known me to be happy?” he retorted.

I grinned. “I seem to recall a night when you were twelve and we both stole ice cream out of the freezer at four-AM, sat at the counter, and gossiped for an hour,” I remarked. “I’ve never seen you smile that much before or since.”

Damian’s eyebrows twitched closer together and then relaxed. “I recall the occasion,” he said.

I leaned over and nudged him in the arm. “C’mon, Damian. You’re happy to see me.”

There was a moment of silence. “I am. I am relieved that you are alive as well,” he replied.

I grinned.

Something grabbed me around the neck and yanked me off my stool. “Whoa—ack!” I exclaimed.

“Father, stand down!” Damian ordered, leaping to his feet. “She’s no imposter!” I gagged against Bruce’s arm against my windpipe. I’d been in his chokehold before once—during training—so I reacted accordingly, flipping him off of me and dropping into a fight stance. He landed with a heavy thud on the floor of the cave.

“Bruce, it’s me,” I said, putting my palms out in a “Whoa Nelly” sort of gesture. “It’s Cloudburst.”

“Cloudburst disappeared eight years ago,” Bruce pointed out, picking himself back to his feet.

“It was my fault, Father,” Damian said. Bruce rounded on his son. Damian sighed and explained what happened. Bruce turned back to me. His sharp blue gaze no longer contained hostility, but there was always something intimidating about him.

Especially when he approached you.

Slowly.

I backed up a step, trying not to freak out. I knew Damian standing behind him was Batman now, but to me Bruce Wayne was still the Dark Knight and it was terrifying when he was standing over you. Jason once described him as a nightmare in a cape.

I heartily agreed. Even when he wasn’t wearing the cape.

He took another step closer.

“Please don’t snap my neck,” I squeaked, unsure of what else to say and not knowing how to read his expression.

Another step closer.

He hauled me unceremoniously into a hug. Crushing me.

“Hey Cloud, didn’t I tell you once that B always loved his girls more than his boys?” Dick called with good humor.

“Shut up, Dick!” I called, giving Bruce an awkward hug back. “We all know I'm not actually part of the family.”

“Close enough,” Jason remarked.

Bruce let me go. He was not a hugger—even less so than Damian—so he must have actually missed me to initiate the hug. He looked me up and down before turning to Damian. “Take her back to her room. You both need rest. Time travel is hard on your bodies.”

Damian gave Bruce a curt nod. “Yes, Father,” he said. He jerked his head at me for me to follow him. Dick would have offered me his arm. I smirked at the thought and followed Damian upstairs. “Your quarters are just as you left them. They—we—could never bring ourselves to clean it out.” He slid the clock shut behind us. We started to cross the foyer.

“I'm glad I was missed. Honestly, I never felt like I belonged.”

“No, you belonged,” Damian promised, not meeting my eye. “Dick would be the first to admit he loved you as family.”

“Of course he would. It’s Dick,” I replied, trailing up the stairs. Damian snickered.

“A fair point, to be certain,” Damian agreed.

We walked in silence for a moment down the halls.

“Cloudburst, if you return to the past… this future as we know it may no longer exist. I… I don’t know what will happen.”

“Let’s not worry about that tonight, okay?” I suggested. “You’re tired. I'm tired. Get some sleep. We’ll see what we can figure out in the morning. Tomorrow is a new day.”

He pursed his lips. “Alright,” he relented.

We reached my bedroom. “Good night, Damian. See you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, McCloud,” he replied, turning on his heel and leaving. I went into my old room. Apart from a layer of dust, it was literally exactly how I left it. My jewelry—that I never wore with my suit—was sitting on my desk.

I smiled, went to the bathroom, showered, pulled on my pajamas, and got in bed.

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Knock-knock! Soft knuckles tapped my door. I woke up.

“Who is it?” I mumbled.

“Me,” Dick said.

“Come in,” I replied.

The door opened.

Dick in his mid-thirties looked mostly the same as Dick in his late-twenties, who I was used to. He had several more worry lines on his face, but for the most part his bright cheerfulness was still intact. “May I sit down?” he asked.

I moved over so I was no longer on the edge of my bed. “Feel free,” I replied.

He perched on the edge. “It is good to see you, Cloudy,” he said sincerely. “Jason nearly tore the world apart looking for you. Tim overheated the Bat-computer twice—something B thought was impossible—trying to find where you’d gone. I missed you like crazy. But, to be honest, I think Damian missed you the most. Whether you were ever formally adopted or not, this family loves you.” He ruffled my damp hair.

“Thanks, Dick,” I said. “I love you guys too.”

“I’ll be honest, it is weird seeing you and Damian the same age.” Dick chuckled. “I bet he’s freaking out about it. Finally taller than you.” I snorted. “He’s always looked up to you. Both literally and figuratively.” He paused thoughtfully. “Actually, he passed your height when he was fifteen,” Dick added.

“He’s taller than Jay and even Bruce,” I commented.

“Yeah. Shortest to the tallest in less than eight years. It was kinda weird. I’ll always see him as my tiny little Robin.” Dick smiled fondly at the row of framed pictures I kept on my dresser—one photo of me with each member of the Bat-family, and a group picture. “Tim and Jason were both so offended when he passed them up.”

“I'm sorry I missed it.”

Dick set his hand on my knee through the covers. “We’ll find a way to get you home to your time, Cloudy. I promise,” he said.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, big bird,” I teased, giving him a hug. “Even if I can’t get back to the past, at least I'm still with you guys.”

He squeezed me. “Good point.” He let me go. “I’ll let you get back to sleep now. ‘Night kiddo.”

“G’night Dick,” I replied as the eldest son left my bedroom. I burrowed back down in my covers and dozed off again.

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“Weird seeing her again?” Jason asked Dick quietly as they slipped down the hall to their rooms.

“Yup,” Dick replied honestly. “Weirder still seeing her and Damian at the same age at the same time. Like, she was supposed to be twenty-nine with you. Not still twenty-one.”

“Bet Damian’s excited about it though,” Jason remarked mischievously.

“What? Why?” Dick wondered.

“Oh come on, big bird,” Jason retorted. “He totally had a crush on her when he was thirteen—same as you having a crush on Babs.”

Dick’s jaw fell open and he smacked Jason in the chest. “No way!” he protested. “Damian was never the kind to—” Dick stopped and thought about it. He shook his head. “No. I don’t believe you.”

“Oh. So you don’t remember him showing off around her?”

“Damian always was a showoff.”

“More so than usual when McCloud was around?”

“No,” Dick said.

Jason rolled his eyes. “This is why Tim is the observant one,” he muttered. “Damian totally crushed on Cloudburst the same way he did on Supergirl for a while—except no one ever asked about it.” He nudged Dick in the arm. “Maybe ask him later. Tell him I mentioned it though, so he’s not tempted to throw something at you.”

“He’ll throw something at you instead.”

Jason shrugged. “Yeah. But I’ll probably catch it,” he commented casually. “Plus, now that they’re the same age and she’s stuck here… Meh. Just ask him about it. ‘Night Dickiebird.” Jason ducked into his room before Dick could say anything.

Dick rolled his eyes and went to bed. “I am definitely not asking Damian if he had a crush on her,” he muttered.

Next

[lotus-0398]

“Just Friends”

Kim Namjoon the nerd of the school, the one that gets bullyied and rejected by girls for only his appearance. But then there was you besides him, you his friend, the one that always stood up for him, the one that always was there for him.. that was you “Just a friend” for him.. thats what you though everyday and night. You have developed feelings for Namjoon. You didnt know when, where or how..you just knew that you wanted him to noticed you but you were to shy to tell him.. and you just hear him talking about girls and plan how to get them because.. you are his mail girl to the others.. aince you were very pretty, cute, popular in a way among girls and boys.. but not the TOP one of course. This was your life in school.

The sun has began to rise up and your alarm was beeping. You growled softly and turned it off and soon you were up. Got to the shower, washed your hair with a nice scent of coconut which you knew Namjoon loved. Then you did all the other hygine things like brushing up your teeths, dry your long straight but curly at the bottom hair. You got your eyebrows done so no hair was in the middle, you cleaned your face, did your routine and now for the hairstyle and make up.

You just made a middle part ponytail and put on some cute bow on top of the hair tie. And for the make up you went all natural, just some cat eye liner and a clear pinky lip gloss. Got dressed and head out to school.

Everybody looked at you once you arrived and smiled as you walked, you waved at some and kept going. You havent seen Namjoon since the last day of class. You did texted with him but nothing more. You didnt know how he would look like this year since he always had a new hairstyle every year. You were excited to see him finally, you waited for him at a bench.

Some 30 minutes passed and you were looking at the grass when you saw a pair of shoes, a boys one, you blinked twice and look up to see him.. Kim Namjoon the only boy who had stole your heart. You smiled at him widely and he did too, sitting next to you. You took another glance at him and again you blinked twice. Namjoon was getting way hotter than he already was and you bite your lips at the thought of thinking that. “Sh-shit” you mumbled low enough but still he heard you..

“You okay Y/N?? Am i getting you uncomfortable?” Namjoon said with his melodic deep voice.

The way he said your name it was just precious and look up to see him”Y-Yeah im okay.. i.. i um just missed you.. since we only talked but not hang out..”you said softly but sad in some point.

He saw your face and played with his hands, he sighed and looked at you”Im sorry Y/N.. but i didnt hang out with you because.. i.. um.. was on dates with my girl you know..”he rubbed his back while saying that.

Your heart broke into pieces..’his girl? He said?’ You were about to cry..he still saw you as just friends..you sniffed and quickly look away from him.”I see.. did it go well? I bet it did..” you said in a cold way..”she must be great huh?”

He frowned by your attitude towards him..”Uh.. yeah she was great.. but she only used me to get his male friend that she liked get jealous..” he said a little sad..

“No wonder.. they always use you and you dont even freaking know shit!”you said angry and stand up.”why do you alway look for girls that are very sexy and very voluminous in body but not with intelligence, kind, caring for you?? You dont need a doll you need someone who cares about you as your girlfriend!”you said breaking in tears.. great your year in school started with tears.”Why.. why can you.. just.. “you cried and just ran away.

Namjoon was shocked at how you burst out in anger and then how you were crying.. he didnt know what to say.. he just looked at you in sadness while you spoke all the truth in his face. He really appreciates that part of you. Your honesty was amazing for him. You just didnt know how he felt about you.. he always thought about you, you are his biggest crush but he thought to himself that he wasnt good enough for you or he didnt fit in your standarts. When he saw you running away he stood up and almost grabbed you but it was late, you were already gone inside the buildings of the school. He needed to talk to you once more. He thanked God you and him have the same classes at the same period of time.

Hours passed and it was finally lunch time. You were sitting alone and eating slowly, you were so sad because of what Namjoon said to you earlier. Suddenly a hand was on your shoulders and it was him. Your crush, your friend, the boy who doesnt noticed you.. thats what you thought.”What do you want.. Namjoon... “

He sighed and sat by your side”Please Y/N hear me out.. please i need to talk to you.. lets go somewhere more.. private like our secret hang out.. please Y/N.. i need you to hear me..”

You sighed and nodded”Okay okay.. but eat first alright?”you smiled a little and he nodded.

Soon after both of you went to your special secret hang out. It was the old music room were namjoon gets inspired and raps a lot. That was his hobby. He quickly got on front of you once the door was closed”Y/N... i.. i need to be honest with you..”

You looked away, you didnr want to hear him say anything.. you just wanted him.. but it looked like it wouldnt work..”G-Go ahead i guess..”

He took a deep breath”The truth is... that.. i have a big crush on you Y/N... and i always thought that your out of my reach.. that i could never be your type of guy.. i dont meet your expe-“he was cut of by you putting your hand on his mouth. You were in shock by all he was saying..

“Are you kidding me??? I thought you didnt like me.. that you only saw me as just a friend... i hated when you go out on dates with other girls that hurted you.. yeah i.. supported you but deep inside me i didnt want to.. because i wanted you to be mine.. i know im popular and that it looks like i have high expectation for boys my type.. but no.. i just fell in love for you.. because you are funny, smart, handsome, cute, you rap and write songs.. you are very hard working and i love that.. quite a lot i must say..”you said softly and blushing a little.

He grabbed your hands softly and connected his forehead with yours.”Give me a chance.. i want to be with you Y/N.. please.. i will make you happy, i will love you, protect you, make you smile and laugh.. i will write for you.. please.. and.. other thing.. is that.. i.. will begin my trainee days in this company.. called big hit..”

You were shocked again and gulped softly..”you are now a trainee to be a rapper in a group? Thats cool.. i will support you because i know how much you love music.. and yes.. i will give you all the chances you want.. because i love you.” You placed your hands around his neck and he around your waist and got closer and closer until both lips were pressed until each other in a sweet and tenderly kiss that was parted quickly by both of you blushing hard.

“S-So this means w-we are a couple Y/N?”he said stuttering a little

You giggled and nodded”Yeah! Finally!”you smiled happy.

Three Years passed

You were on in your small apartment in which you lived with Namjoon. You started college physically and he did too but only online. One more year and he will finally debut with the group BTS. They were good people, they were younger than him and you but two of them were older and one was the same age. You laughed at the thought of your boyfriend getting a little annoyed by the members. You walked to the kitchen to make him dinner since he always get late but you decided to pay him a visit and made food for all of them since they all are working hard.

You were done an hour after and went to the company. You were studying to be a make up artist in effects and normal too. Because you wanted to be with your babe and because you were passionate about doing make up and effects with it too. Anyway you were almost there and went to the elevator. You were nervous for some reason and you didnt know why. You got on their floor and walked to the practice room, you knocked softly and then entered. Everyone greeted you happy and with hugs.

Namjoon smiled when he saw you. You made his day and specially because he knew you cooked his favorite meal.”That smells super good babe..”

You blushed softly and placed it on a side table they had there”Its your favorite.. and everyone has their own portion you know.. as big hit wanted..”you smiles softly”also Bab-“you were surprised by a pressed kiss on your lips by your boyfriend namjoon. You responded it after and smiled”I love you”

“I love you too baby.. thank you for everything.. what was you were gonna say”he said while giving each member their food.

You blushed”W-Well.. that i saw big hit is.. looking for make up artist.. and i wanted to apply.. it said it was for you guys.. what do you think?”

He quickly looked at you and hugged you”Y/N you know that i will support you.. and what is more amazing than having you as our make up artist and traveling with me.. becausw you are my home baby girl.”he kissed you softly and you melted in his arms and in the kissed.

“I love you too babe.. im so happy with you.. im the happiest woman on earth..by the way.. the others doesnt have girlfriends?” You said curious..

He frowns”Huh? Well.. some of them.. Hoseok has his girlfriend called Himeko.. and Taehyubg has one too called um.. Xiyue..you know.. oh and Jin has one too called Xiaoyu.. so yeah.. they are very kind and their girls come here like you do babe.. to give us food”he chuckled and you laughed.

“Then i must meet them.. some day”you smiled and kissed his cheeks”i love you.. see you at home okay? Dont overwork babe”you smiled again and went out back to your apartment.

A few hours passed and it was 2am. You couldnt sleep and you were doing college homework. When you heard the door open softly. You stood up and there he was. Your whole world. The man you loved the most. You smiled and went to him and hugged him and he did the same.

“Im home baby.. im glad to be home.. Y/N i missed you so much you have no idea!”he cuped your face and gave you a lot of pecks on your lips and you giggled.

“Baby.. i missed you too.. come lets go to the room.. i will prepare you a bath okay?”you looked at him and he nodded grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers with him.

You both went to the room and you quickly prepared him a relaxing bath for him. He is such a hardworking man. You love that about him.

After an hour Namjoon got out of the bathroom and went to lay in bed with you. He cuddle you”Im.. so tired.. but i still want to give you love and kisses..”

A little giggled was heard from you and smiled at him.”Lets just sleep together cuddled okay? Tomorrow you are free right?” He just nodded and pulls you closer to him to hug you better and quickly fell asleep with you soon joining after.

On the next day you were still sleeping and you felt alone on bed. You woke up and he wasnt there.”Namjoon?” Nothing was heard and you decided to look for him when you spotted him sitting down on the dinning table with a some breakfast made just for you and him.

“Please princess.. come sit with me..”he said with the biggest smile. You nodded and sat by his side. Both of you eating and it was pretty good. He made a simple english breakfast.

“As soon as you finish baby.. i want you to dress up cute or nicely because we are going on a date today!”he smiled happy, you looked at him, you smiled but deep inside you you delt bad because he wasnt sleeping enough, and all his day off were the time when he goes on dates with you and spends money on you etc. You bit your lips trying to hold your tears. He saw you and grabbed your hand.”is.. something wrong?”

“Yes.. i dont want to go out today.. i feel bad because.. omg baby on your days off you.. you always go out to go on dates, spend money on me and.. today i feel bad about it because..”you began to cry” because you dont sleep much.. and i want you to be okay...”you hide your face.

He quickly grabbed your face”Baby.. baby girl look at me..”he said softly and you looked at him”I know you are concerned.. but i do it because i want to.. because i miss going out on dates with you and laugh.. and you mean the world to me.. i will spend all my money in you if i could.. because i love you..dont be sad.. i do sleep good because i feel safe being by your side.. i want to give you attention.. because i know that there are days that we dont see each other.. that you missed me.. that you are all alone here.. and i want to compensate that by going with you on dates and having so much fun and love you..”he wiped your tears with a soft smile.

You looked at him..”I know.. and i appreciate it.. but today.. lets have a date here.. lets cook together, watch netflix.. and cuddle in bed.. please.. besides today is a rainy day too..”

He smiled bright”Okay.. lets have a inside date today.. lets go!”he carried you like a princess and you screamed.

“Ah!!! Namjoon baby! Im gonna fall!”you screamed.

“No your not.. im holding you good.”he quickly went to the room and placed you on bed. You two turn on the tv and watch a movie while cuddling.

You were brushing his hair with a smile and he was trying not to fall asleep.”I love you Namjoon.. im happy..”

“I love you too baby..”he said softly and look up to kiss you tenderly. And smiles at you. He got off bed and searched for something. He then had his hand behind him”Y/N.. its been.. three years since we got together as a couple.. but i have known you for the past 8 years and you are trully and amazing person.. you helped me with my bullies, you were my first friend as a girl.. and you have helped me a lot through out all my life.. and thank you is a short word to express my gratitude to you.. and i truly know now that.. i want you to be that person that will be wifh me for the rest of my life.” He said and bring up a little box with a ring.

You look up at him with tears.”N-Nam..Namjoon..”you couldnt stop crying.

“Y/N.. do you want to live with me for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me?” He says with a big smile.

You were speechless and choked a little on your tears and nodded hugging him tight”Yes! Yes i want to marry you.. i love you..”

He smiled hugging you back and placed the ring on your finger softly and kissed your hand”I love you too..” he kissed you softly and sweet.

[lucyferthecatx]

hey, kid !! wanna see some dank plots ??

 this is, quite frankly, the worst title but plots !! and i found kakaotalk gif icons !! i am ecstatic right now

  - lorna facilier -

+ maybe more exes or something + let her fall in love!! and then fall out of it!!! i want that guilt!! + oR can she pls fall in love with someone and she thinks it’s gonna be okay cause neither of them are in it for the long haul but then suddenly she IS and they ARENT and she’s sad + eventually give her that fairytale romance she’s always wanted

  - ursa pines -

+ oh my god i want someone to steal her journal + a hunter or something??? and they literally use her life’s work for the exact opposite of what she wanted it to be used

  - nigahayami takako -

+ she needs friends cause i wanna make sure someone cares if she dies + someone gotta be there to stop me from killing her

  - lulu butterfly -

+ all i want is to have someone bully him cause idek how he’d react at this point + it’s either full sass or straight up fist cuffing with someone + he might even be a sad boi about it who knows not me

  - marcellus carabosse -

+ honestly idek what he’s doing anymore he’s just supportive big brother + only supportive in secret tho + he tends to look like he’s looming and glooming give him a smol to make him smile

  - cassandra la bouff -

+ can she have a crush pls where she’s just??? i’ve never had this before let me just shower them in presents + Gay Panic maybe where she’s just like HI I LIKE YOU HERE IS EVERYTHING MONEY CAN BUY + actual panic when someone uses magic near her cause ya girl got PTSD

  - reyna ego - 

+ she killed someone can someone call her out on it + she didnt mean to do it??? there’s a para for it but it’s not done + ooh what if she went to court for it??? + isle kids are scury !! much danger !!

  - wyatt o’neil -

+ collabs!!! with literally anyone!!! + someone point out that the main ship on the vlogs is her and rita

  - gwendolyn bandersnatch -

+ nurse bandy!! + can someone have a crush on her??? and they keep finding excuses to go to the health room so she can patch them up??? + she doesn’t even notice she just gets progressively more worried about their well being and increasingly more protective + like !!! friend !! take better care of your health please !!! and the other person is like why when i have you to patch me up?? and bandy is just !!!! no !!! thats not healthy pls!!!

  - nudge chulanont -

+ i have nothing for him he’s just not ice skating and being gay

  -  teuila kahiki - 

+ idek what she’s doing okay just chilling with her flowers and being gay + oHH what if someone stole her heart as a prank??? + full lava monster oooooohhhhhh

  - uma blackwell -

+ * cough cough kill her cough cough *

  - kevin the third -

+ please someone fight him + i just want to see him get into a fistcuff with someone + also want him to have a radio show or something where he’s like not the most talkative person but he just has a nice indie alternative station that he plays his playlist on

  - bash cipher -

+ somehow let them bodyjump ??? + they’re super op tbh so like i really don’t know what to do with them anymore + let them steal a bunch of bodies and go wild + oooh wait someone start a cult for them or something. maybe sacrifice something to them for a favor!! they’ll think it’s funny

  - blanche grimhilde -

+ i lowkey want her to completely rob someone + get close to someone and then steals everything from their home + not get caught tho?? + she’s lowkey a baddie but i want a happy ending for her give the girl a crown

  - nessa st. north - 

+ someone take her near kids + help her find a girl scout’s troop or something + she just wants to spend time with babies and shower them with gifts

  - mikhail romanov -

+ someone come by his cafe + idek he’s just a gentleman so maybe someone can fall for him and he’s just too polite to say no?? + i honestly have no idea i just like writing his accent

  - phil coulson jr. -

+ i forgot to write anything for him + he’s just here being an older brother.....doing babyvengers damage control......just wants to keep track of all his enhanced children

  - etta lahiffe -

+ she is lowkey party girl cause she djs and she sings + can she like??? sing at someone at a performance and lowkey gets super into it and now she’s just hoping they come to the next show + or give me fucked up party relationship pls i have a need

- tiramisu candlehead -

+ Gay Disaster idek what she’s doing + give me party relationships okay like hey we hooked up at this party and now we’re partners in this project ayyyy + or we hooked up at this party and turns out you’re my roommate + awkward one night stands pls

   - alec levefre -

+ CURSES!!! + be a dick and then have alec have to curse you until you learn your lesson + or let him have a crush where he’s just a vague idiot and sits there and makes them little trinkets + sends little metal birds that sing cute songs + he’ll curse someone for them

  - aristotle tesia -

+ please someone flirt with him and watch him just blink awkwardly + he is the literal embodiment of platonic love + wanna be friends with someone??? he’s your dude!! don’t ask him to set you up with anyone cause he literally only knows compatibility on the basis of great friendships

  - rhiannon thropp -

+ ask her to show you some magic tricks + she will put on an entire production for you + can she have like a rival of sorts?? idek she’s just super competitive + she wants to be better than the wizard of oz and she uses magic to incorporate it

  - bellamy doone -

+ THE RINGING OF THE BELLS COMPEL YOU + can he try to eat someone?? he’s literally possessed and he eats people

- anya dezerta - 

+ she’s like the weird desert bird lady version of charon so she typically helps the dead passover but she also interacts with the living + she can sense when people are close to death + she also has a mailbox that she sets up outside her dorm!! if she’s able, she delivers letters to lost loved ones in the afterlife so like?? if any character needs closure?? she can help

  - luca pantazis -

+ okay but i highkey want some student to have a crush on him + cause he’s an Adult and i really want someone to just come in and get something pierced or something just because they thought he was cute + i forget who else wanted to be flower shop babs but uhhh?? flower shop meet cute??? cause he’s always there looking for references for flower tattoos??? yes pLS

   - sensuo nana -

+ literal embodiment of war + she loves to cause conflict around her?? just somehow knows the exact thing to do to start an full out battle + if you want to start shit, she’s your girl cause she thrives on that drama

   - emil sama -

+ schools are for hooooomans!! + the prejudiced pureblood asshole we dont need but im giving to us anyway + pureblood as in he has a very special hatred for anyone he doesn’t consider supernatural of sorts. humans are the worst + he’s an asshole just hmu if you need a discriminatory fuckboi asshole in your life

[babybatcatandco]

Gotham Season 4B Trailer Breakdown

So I was going through the trailer frame by frame, as you do, and I have some thoughts/theories:

So Bruce is breaking the suit out again. I think it’s going to take place post-vision where he sees his Darkness™ personified. I’m really hoping he gets over this angsty stage and spends like three months apologizing to Alfred.

Further evidence of some kind of mind-whammy changing Bruce’s perspective. The speaking over this is Bruce explaining to Jim that he thinks he’s seen who he really is. I’ve been saying for a bit now that S4 is really laying the groundwork for who Bruce and Co. become later on, and I think this is a big moment. Also, it looks like they’ve got David in the same outfit as the earlier screenshot, so I’m willing to bet that this all takes place post-Bruce’s vision.

We’ve got Jim and Barbara in what I think is her club. There are some people dancing in the right of the next frame. The decor here looks similar to what I can remember the Artemis as looking, but I think we’ve seen enough of Barbara’s penchant for old-timey, almost art-deco furniture and fashion to assume that this is her club. Her outfit has a very similar vibe, very 1920′s flapper aesthetic. I’m willing to bet Jim is asking for her help with something he can’t get on his own, whether he’s outfoxed or he just needs her to do something illegal for him.

Jim and who looks to be Harper are at a crime scene here. We can’t tell much about the victim, but Jim’s holding an evidence bag and their face looks pretty torn up. I don’t want to go out on a limb and say Jerome yet, because from what I can tell he’s still in Arkham. I’m thinking this is the mystery Jim goes to Barbara about.

Jim’s threatening Sofia, and I have a feeling a good portion of 4b is going to be him trying to get her off his back. I see no immediate change in Sofia’s goals at the moment; I think she’ll be trying to consolidate her power in Gotham, which is what makes Jim going to Barbara so curious. I wonder if they’ll have a moment where he plays on her pride and asks if she’ll let someone lord over her or something in that vein.

We’ve got an enraged Lee on our hands here. The ‘Heavy Hitters’ poster on the wall, as well as just the set in general and the fact that Sofia’s walking into a room while Lee waits, tells me we’re in Lee’s territory in the Narrows. Sofia’s also got her gloating face on, and Lee’s very visibly upset and threatening her. I think the bad blood here is tied to Sofia gaining complete control over Gotham. I don’t know if she’s refusing to have other gangs around acting as viziers like we’ve seen before, so she wants Lee gone, or if Lee’s people love her too much, or Lee’s just being stubborn about something, but I think Sofia’s done something horrible. Knowing Lee and her weaknesses, Sofia’s probably done something cruel to the poor people in the Narrows and now Lee’s being a protective mama bear.

Jim and Lucius are exiting a store, you can’t quite tell here but it has a clown and the name KRANK on the window, so I’m thinking something Jerome-related. Jim’s obviously distressed though, as he’s reaching for his gun.

My baby girl is peering into a window here. The stairs look a little wooden to be a fire escape, but you tell by the window frame and that the curtain is closer to the camera that she’s on the outside. Very similar lighting/colour palette to the apartment we see her and Ivy in later, but then Gotham does love its shadowy grays.

A burning mask. Looks practically identical to Bruce’s but it’s white. I don’t know why but it’s giving me some Court of Owls vibes, but I doubt the two are related at all. White tends to be coded as the colour of innocence and purity, so it might be tied to Bruce’s vision/representative of him embracing his darkness.

The second screenshot is from a bit earlier, but they have very similar gold set design/GCPD officers running around, which you see a lot in this trailer. Some catastrophe is happening, no clue if it’s Ivy or Jerome related or someone else wreaking havoc. Bruce has a very ‘oh shit’ expression (props again to David Mazouz, he and Camren Bicondova are so talented at such a young age), so I wonder if he’s going to break out some vigilante justice and we’ll get to see proto-Batman and Jim interact.

THE KIDS ARE BACK TOGETHER AND MY HEART IS FILLED WITH JOY. Ahem, so, Selina’s asking Bruce for his help, and he’s looking pretty receptive. I really think whatever vision he goes through takes place very early in the season, if not the first episode. If he was still in Billionaire-Brat mode I don’t think he’d be as willing to hear Selina out (plus the tail end of 4A wasn’t very focused on him and his development, so I think to make up for it we’re going to get a lot from him right out of the gate. @the Gotham writers please have Selina be like ‘what the actual fuck’ when Bruce tells her Alfred’s gone.) Their posture is halfway between open and closed off; they’ve got their arms extended between them with ‘let’s make a deal’ fists, but they’re both leaning forward towards each other. Also, it sounds like they’re making up?

So this scene literally reduced me to incoherency (please tell me the first two shots are them giving each other the side-eye like ‘we’re gonna fuck shit up?’, ‘yeah we’re gonna fuck shit up’, boom, action scene) and I had to go back and rewatch it like a million times over, but the children are officially back to kicking ass and taking names together. I’m willing to bet this is what Selina needs help with, and the set makes me think that this is a fence, what with all the antiquated knick-knacks kicking around. Maybe Selina lost an important item, or someone stole from her, or this is related to an overarching plot we can’t see yet? Either way, my soul is healed. And if that ‘cup your jaw, hand dragging down your chest as I walk away’ move wasn’t the most BATCAT thing I have yet to see on this show. AND THEY’RE SMILING. Well Selina definitely is, Bruce looks a little more wistful, or kind of like ‘oh shit she’s getting under my skin again’.

We’re getting our first good look at Jerome and Oswald! It looks like Jerome’s built up his own little gang at Arkham, and he’s demanding Oswald make him laugh. The lighting/set looks pretty different in the last two screenshots, so I think it’s at a later date, but I could be wrong. Jerome’s costume is a bit altered though, his shirt is on and buttoned before. It looks like Jerome has got some kind of gladiatorial ring on the go here, and during their fight he’s got a hammer while Oswald is fighting bare-fisted. It looks as though Oswald wins, and the set-up makes me think it’s some kind of fight for respect or power. I’m excited to see what Jerome’s got going on this season, as he’s being played to perfection by Cameron Monaghan as per usual.

And we get to see Ivy! They’ve recast Maggie Geha, and I will miss her until the day I die. (Peyton List is a great actress though.) She’s looking pretty badass, the sweater seems like a callback to Clare Foley’s Ivy. It looks like she’s got her full-on powers nowadays, and the man it looks like she was feeding off of is wearing what seems to me like a GCPD uniform, might explain why Jim’s got an APB (basically a modern wanted poster) out for her. That bottle on the shelf to her left shows up later in the trailer, interestingly enough.

The decor of the apartment she’s breaking into gives me Barbara vibes, and it seems to have similar lighting as the earlier shot of Selina looking through that window, as well as when we see her and Ivy talk later. I have a feeling she’s looking for Selina/wants Selina to leave Tabby and Barbara to join her. And Ivy’s cracked at this point, the trailer description says she’s looking to make Gotham her green paradise, so I think Selina will have a ‘wtf no’ moment.

And here we find Selina’s ‘wtf no’ moment. I think she’ll go along with Ivy in the beginning out of fondness/nostalgia, but I think Ivy’s going to be on the kind of crazy kick Selina can’t condone. I think we’re really going to start seeing Selina’s moral greyness, and possibly the more altruistic, ‘good guy’ side of her. Knowing Ivy this is a part of her ‘kill all people who harm the ecosystem’ schtick.

Ed! He still looks decidedly un-Riddlerish. He’s delivering one of the funnier lines, “oh that is so Gotham.” I think that this is about whatever crime he came to Babs about, and now he’s there to talk to either Ed or Lee. Either that or he’s looking for their help to boot Sofia out of the criminal underworld.

Ivy and the girls at what looks like the nightclub. Babs is still wearing the same dress as when she was talking to Jim. These are two very differently placed shots though, the first isn’t a reaction, Selina’s standing in different places. Same dress, however, so the same night/thread of scenes. Ivy’s probably there either to ask for their help with her grand plan, or to retrieve Selina.  

Bruce is again, sadly, wearing a turtleneck and a blazer. Tragic. He looks like he’s giving a press conference or something though, and this shot flashes as Ivy says “you have no idea what’s really going on at your company, do you?” So there’s some business intrigue going on with Wayne Enterprises, and this is probably Bruce making a ballsy move or trying to assess what’s on the go.

Speaking of, here’s that discussion. I think whatever hidden motive Ivy’s got going on is tied to whatever what’s on the go with Wayne Enterprises. I also think that Ivy’s got some kind of weird superpower going on, and this is where Bruce gets mind-whammied with his vision. I can’t see another reason for her to kiss him, (which I lowkey feel kind of weird about as a sixteen-year-old? Like art is art, and I’m sure everyone consented and jazz, but I don’t know it gives me the creepy crawlies) unless she’s compelling him to do something for her/give her something/tell her information.

So these look pretty different from the other shots of Bruce’s vision, and I think they might be separate. I think at least one of them is Ivy-related, and I’d put my money on this one. We see Ra’s with his dagger, dressed pretty strangely. I think the second shot is Bruce being tugged into the vision, and Ra’s is doing the tugging because you can see that he’s wearing the same pair of black leather gloves in both shots, and they have a similar red, wispy outline. I think Bruce’s vision is going to have him confront killing Ra’s, and openly face his darker parts. I think Jim and Selina are going to play a big role there, as they’re two very morally gray characters and Jim reminds Bruce in the beginning of the trailer that he isn’t alone.

So Bruce’s vision is kind of divided into three, the first one with Ra’s, now this part where he’s standing in an alley and is pounced upon by the same dark, masked figure we see later. The lighting is similar enough between the second and last portions of the vision that I can see them being the same scene, with the transition probably happening as we see the figure jump on Bruce.

So here we have the bulk of Bruce’s vision, with the dark figure informing him that he is “the one you cannot escape, the one you cannot kill.” I don’t know if this is related to Ra’s (snide ‘you can’t kill me’ remark) or if it’s the metaphysical embodiment of the darker side of Bruce, or if it’s similar to the creepy old monk guy (whose name I headcanon as Dante, bc A) that’s just a cool name for a monk, and B) the actor plays President Dante on The 100) where Bruce is getting his mind manipulated again. Time will tell.

We’ve got Ivy and Lucius! She’s got a bottle of some green, glowy thing. Might’ve compelled Lucius to make it for her, might be stealing it, who knows. It looks very similar to a bottle back in her apartment:

They’re not entirely the same, the shape is a little different and the second one has naturally green glass, but I can’t see it being a throwaway detail. Maybe she’s run out of whatever the bottle contains so she needs Lucius to make her more.

It starts to devolve into a montage here, so we’ve got Oswald in a suit and top hat in what looks to be a party setting, and the wavey effect could either be for the montage or to show that it’s a hallucination, and I’m betting on the latter. I think Arkham is going to push him to the limits of his ‘sanity’ all over again. Arkham has always been Oswald’s lowest point, his ‘rock-bottom’.

We’ve got Ed here in his Riddler gear, and the decor/henchman in the back makes me think that this is Sofia’s place. Probably later on in the season, and it looks as though he’s been tortured maybe, what with the blood? It being all over his mouth like that makes me think of Jerome, so it might be connected to him and Oswald somehow.

Jim’s flat on his back in what looks to be a hospital or kitchen setting. Could be a chase, but the intensity/length of the shot makes me feel like he’s in a dire situation. The lighting and set look very similar to this shot of Sofia, as she says “you!” all menacingly. She could be talking to either Jim or someone else who’s attacking them both.

I think this is Lee either in a fight at her place, or just beating the shit out of someone there. The stairs/rest of the set tell us this is her club/fight ring, and she looks pissed as hell. I think it’s related to the earlier situation with Sofia, I can’t see her flying off the handle unless it’s a situation like that.

Harvey’s got his gun back, so I think he returns to the GCPD at some point in 4B. Can’t see it happening off the bat, but it looks like he’s infiltrating Arkham. I think it’ll be either midway through or at the finale of 4B when things with Jerome and Oswald start coming to a head.

So Barbara is spotting Ra’s in the crowd at her club. (Also this is how you can tell Gotham reuses extras bc that girl in the silver, sparkly dress walked in front of Babs and crew earlier in the trailer, but she’s dressed entirely differently so it has to be a new thread of scenes, despite Barbara’s penchant for dramatic costume changes.) Since Ra’s is very, very dead this has to be a hallucination, and I think it’s because Ra’s passed whatever he had been attempting to pass on to Bruce, on to Barbara at Blackgate. I don’t know how Gotham is going to play the Heir to the Demon’s Head thing here, but I’m excited to see what they come up with.

Oswald is out of Arkham, wearing a very warm coat that looks a little frosted over, and pointing a gun. Could have had a run-in with Victor, but you can tell this isn’t a hallucination because he’s wearing his prisoner uniform underneath the coat. Probably later on in 4B.

Ed is looking very unstable, and this is probably the moment where he transitions from Ed back to the Riddler. I’m thinking it’ll be somewhere around mid-way through 4B.

Ivy’s telling Selina here, “let’s make Gotham our bitch,” and the set/lighting looks very similar to when Ivy kicked that door in. I think this is where Selina lives with Tabitha/Barbara, and this is where Ivy tries to rope Selina in on her scheme, and Selina eventually watches her kill that man.

We’ve got Jim talking to who looks like Alfred, right as an explosion occurs. There are too many subplots being thrown around to pinpoint which one might have caused the explosion, but I’m more interested in Alfred and Jim’s conversation. Nine times out of ten if they’re communicating it’s about Bruce, so I think it might be about whatever shady shit is going down at Wayne Enterprises.

Jerome and Oswald again. I’d like to point out while we’re here that Jerome has really started taking on the physical aspects of the Joker, the smile, the gloves, the shoes. He’s asking Oswald to help him find the “crème de la crazy”, and it looks like it’s after their fight since they’re both a little bloodied up.

I really wish the lighting wasn’t like this?? Who is Ivy feeding on? The hair kind of looks like Alfred’s ngl, and I swear if she hurts my son I will pop through the screen and fight her. I’m really curious as to how they’re framing Ivy’s powers here though, it looks like she has full control over plants. 

So that was my ridiculously long analysis of the 4B trailer, it’s looking really great and I can’t wait to see where they take it all. I’ll probably elaborate on specific points in the future, especially when the season starts to pick up, or if I have any sudden epiphanies.

[wrasslegrrl-blog]

Post Match Pint (Part One)

Note: So I wanted to attempt a BSS fanfic, so here’s the result! Constructive criticism welcome! :) This is Part One of what I hope will be a longer series. Hoping to add smut later on if there is enough interest. Pairing: Reader/ Pete Dunne/ Tyler Bate/ Trent Seven This is set just after the WWE UK Championship Tournament, when Tyler is still UK Champion.  P.s. I did my best to write the canon version of the guys, so this is kayfabe, not how they are in in real life.

You glanced up from your place in the queue. A few metres away, you could see a table covered with hoodies, t-shirts and posters and just behind that, the trio whose faces were plastered all over the merch. You shifted nervously from one foot to the other as you inched closer to the front of the queue. You'd just watched Trent Seven, Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne team up in a six man match – it was the first time you'd seen them live. You'd been a big fan of BSS for a while now, watching a lot of their matches online and when you heard they were finally coming to your home town, you grabbed the chance to buy a ticket and see them in person. And now here you were, just a few paces away.

'Yeah?'

A Brummy voice suddenly called from the merch stand, rousing you from your thoughts. Looking up, you realized the voice belonged to Pete Dunne. Your cheeks suddenly burned hot, as you stepped forward. You internally cursed as all the witty conversation starters you'd planned during your time in the queue escaped you; your crush was getting the better of you. Although you'd never admitted it to anyone, you'd always had a guilty crush on Pete Dunne – all the members of BSS were attractive in their own way, but there was something about Pete's smugness that was appealing. And now, here he was and you were tongue tied.

Pete glanced up from the table, with a dead pan expression. He looked extra handsome tonight. He'd since changed out of his ring gear and was now wearing a camel topcoat over a white button up shirt and had his hair pushed back. Clearing your throat, you realized a few moments had passed and nothing had been said.

'Hey. I'll, uh, take that one please.' You managed, pointing at a BSS tee. Pete nodded wordlessly, turning around to reach for it. Your stomach still a bundle of nerves and excitement, you realized this wasn’t the encounter you'd hoped for. Maybe the old saying about never meeting your heroes was right. Looking to your right, you could see Tyler laughing and leaning into a selfie with some female fans. His WWE UK Championship was proudly slung over one shoulder, glinting beautifully in the lighting of the venue. A little further, Trent was chatting away and shaking the hand of a guy wearing a BSS cap.

The scene filled you with doubt. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time meeting the lads. Why was Pete so cold? Was he always like this? Was it you? He passed over the shirt as you handed him the cash.

'Thanks.' You smiled, holding your new tee. 'You guys were great, by the way. You really stole the show with your finisher.'

'Always do.' Pete shrugged, without so much as a glance at you. Heart pounding and a lead weight in your stomach, you turned to leave, realizing the conversation was going nowhere. A hand clapped down on Pete's shoulder and a warm voice called to you,  

'You local Bab? Know any good spots around here?'

You looked over your shoulder. Trent Seven was beaming over at you. He was standing behind Pete, who now scowled at the hand on his shoulder.

'Uh, actually yeah.' You'd never been a party animal but knew a few decent bars nearby. 'There's a place just round the corner.'

Trent clapped his hands together. 'Time to pack up, lads. I think a post match pint's in order!' Tyler shot a smile over at Trent, before beginning to pack the last of the merch into boxes. Pete rolled his eyes but begrudgingly began to help. Realizing this was probably your queue to leave, you turned to leave again, only to have a hand clamp down your shoulder.

'Oi Bab, where'd you think you’re going? We need our tour guide!' Trent raised an eyebrow as he smiled down at you.

'I wasn't sure...' You managed, your mouth dry with nerves. Head swimming, you asked yourself if this was real. Just a few hours ago Trent Seven had only ever been pixels on a screen and now he was asking you for a pint?

Trent must have picked up on your nerves, because his expression and tone quickly softened. 'There's a group of us going', he gestured over to a gaggle of people a few feet away, made up of a handful of wrestlers and ring crew. 'You're more than welcome to join.'

Taking a deep breath, you fought against your nerves and nodded. When would you get this opportunity again?

'I'd like that.' You answered, in what you hoped was your smoothest voice. A smile spread across Trent's face, before he called to the others that it was time to head out. Your group milled out of the venue, with you leading the way, Trent (who was chatting away to the others) and tailed by a scowling Pete.

After a few minutes Tyler had caught up with you, ahead of the crowd. 

'Evening.'

He nodded over to you, twirling his mustache. 'So what fine establishment will you be taking us to this evening?'

'Fine establishment? Jeez, no pressure!' You chuckled, feeling lighter already. 'There's a nice bar close by. Good selection of beers and music. There's a dance floor too. I'm not a big dancer though.'

'We'll soon sort that out.' Tyler winked, a glint in his eye.