#tt baby first carpet

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Yas attends the 2024 GQ MOTY Awards, honoring her stylist (and best-friend), Rodney Karter, Via pettyimages

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omg can you do soobin nsfw alphabet? im in love with your taehyun work

AHHHHHH!! Thank you so much!! My first commissions, I am so excited I immediately started writing because I took the time to write rn anyway lol. I definitely plan on writing an NSFW alphabet for the other three as well, in the future, but I have three Riize drafts and one Tyun draft rn TT. Feel free to request the next member for the alphabet, or other stuff (prompts, MTL, etc...) for Riize and Tubatu, and I'll get to it as soon as I am able to!

Soobin NSFW alphabet

Baby baby baby baby boy

-> Yeonjun Beomgyu Taehyun Hueningkai

○o。content warnings! NSFW, fem!reader, mention of hair pulling, oral m! and f! receiving, lingerie, edging, perv!Soobin, sex toys, mention of anal (m! and f! receiving), mention of marriage, pussy hair, mention of bondage, very brief mention of derogatory language, edited for spelling

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Immediately asleep, knocks out like a light bulb. He barely manages to pull out and climb off of you, and he's done for. The issue is that you couldn't clean up, either, because he pulls you into a tight hug you can't escape from. More often than not, is condom falls off in the middle of the night because he left it on.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For himself, he really likes his hair, he thinks fluffy and a little longer hair compliments him so much. Another perk is how obsessed you are with it. The way you sometimes braid his hair while cuddling, how you ruffle it when you call him cute, the way you pull it when he eats you out...

The Soobie Boobie Toobie agenda strikes hard. He loves your boobs, doesn't matter if they're small or big, or if they may sag a little, he doesn't care, as long as you're pushing them up in a cute lace bra every time he takes you out for dinner, for him to look at. <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is very watery, almost completely transparent. He comes kinda... discretely? You never notice he is about to cum unless he tells you. Except for a little leg shake, his composure doesn't change, his breathing doesn't pick up, his pace doesn't increase, his groans don't get louder... He just busts, and you're left there, surprised, cum on your titties...

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He watched too many dirty animes and watched a few too many thirst traps during 2020 unfortunately... nothing turns him on more than the thought of you in a maid dress, bringing him tea and biscuits and sucking him off under the table, addressing him as Soobin-sama. Will take this dirty secret to his grave!!! (or you just go get drunk with him and ask him about his dirty secrets, will spill anything, guaranteed)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

No because maybe unpopular opinion but I think he had a girlfriend or two before you. It was never very serious, though, it was just a hormonal teen relationship to get away with fooling around a little bit. Therefore, there are a lot of things he hasn't tried yet.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes every position in which he can see a.) your tits and b.) your face. Missionary and cowgirl are the two top ones, doggy in front of a mirror is also fine and dandy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He tends to be on the more serious side, letting his hot guy persona show. If you're someone who cracks jokes, he will laugh at them, but don't expect any comments in return. He might tease you in a way that could potentially make you laugh, but it's not intentionally a joke. He tends to get more emotional, telling you sweet things or confessing his deeper feelings to you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Tends to not care about shaving. He just lets it grow until it's too much for his liking, then he would shave it off completely in one go so he can, again, not care for a few weeks. After a few months of dating he will ask you, very shyly and very embarrassed, how you like it and will adapt from then on.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

In all honesty, I don't see him to be intentionally romantic. He's not someone who lights candles or prepares a bubble bath every time you guys do it. He is unintentionally romantic, though, as already mentioned he turns quite sappy, being romantic in the way he talks to you or handles you. Always asks for consent when trying something new, checking up on you if you get quiet. <3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

LOVES masturbating together, you two just sit in your bed, fully nude and watch the other. It feels so dirty to him, so intimate in a way regular sex just doesn't feel like. It's also a great way to edge as foreplay, the feeling of sinking into your drenching, sensitive pussy after half an hour of this is as close to entering heaven as it could possibly get.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Soobin is kind of a closeted perv, he'd be into any sort of sex toy, be it for you or for him. If it's late at night, he's barely awake, but you're begging to have sex with him, he won't shy away from using a womanizer on you. The following is husband!Soobin territory right now, but he'd definitely enjoy having a vibrating plug up his ass while fucking you, or being tied up and being edged with a vibrator.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It's not that he necessarily has an exhibitionism kink, or a specific preference for a place that is not the confinements of your bedroom, it's just that he doesn't care a lot? If he wants it, and you want it, and you're somewhere else, it's not going to stop him really.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Likes it if you're being bold with him. You can either ask him straight up (doesn't need to be phrased sexily, a simple "Let's fuck" is enough to grind his gears) or just walk around in something sexy or just fully nude, he'll follow you like a puppy. Just in general, gets horny when you're horny, and if you're not in the mood, he loses his motivation as well.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As already mentioned, he won't want to do it if you don't want to, he is not the type to try to change your mind or try to get you horny.

There are barely any no-gos with him, a perv like him will try most things if you're into them (he might even discover new kinks through you). It needs to be something seriously disgusting or illegal to be an instant no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving by a tinie tiny bit, mainly because he can see your face and boobs while you give him head.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is fairly rough, fast and deep thrusts are the standard with him, especially at the beginning of your relationship. If you prefer it slower, you can tell him and he will adapt. It's just that he's excited, you feel so good, he can't help himself. <3 Even if you don't mention anything, he will get more slow and sensual overtime, especially as his feeling for you deepen.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

no.1 fan, the quickie invented itself for him, actually. Tied to what I mentioned during L, if you're both in the mood you'll do it, regardless of location OR your time limit. He's not afraid to be a little bit late to something to be able to pound into your pussy, so be it! Long sex is usually reserved for after dates or special situations, like an anniversary or if one of you is going through a tough time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Definitely a risk-taker, tied to my very personal perv!Soobin agenda. The worst thing that can happen is a moment of embarrassment and if the sex was good he'd gladly pay that price. The only thing he won't risk though is your relationship, e.g. he won't have a threesome with someone you are close to, or someone he knows has a crush on you. Or something that could hurt you physically (not talking about little bruises, an injury that could drive a wedge between you and him).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Doesn't have a lot of stamina! If he cums once, it's usually light out with this guy. Sometimes you can squeeze a second one out of him if you're determined, but that's it. He always makes sure that you cum lots, and that you have a good time before he does, because he knows he has bad stamina.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Already mentioned this during K, but yeah, you own every toy in the book. If a new one is currently trending or even completely new on the market, he'll get it ASAP. Of course, you have your favorites that earned their spot in your nightstand, but the rest aren't necessarily collecting dust either.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A little bit of a tease, might use some lightly derogatory language if you're into that, or denies you an orgasm (or two) but he's not mean in bed, he loves you too much and wants you both to enjoy it. (Besides, he prefers it if you tease him...)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groaner! Grunter! Might even whine if you do it right, or if you have been edging for a while. He very rarely moans (aka only with a toy up his ass), therefore he isn't very loud. This beneficial since you fuck in the weirdest places.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a thing for pussy hair and thinks it's cute if you shave it in specific patterns or styles. His favorite was the heart you deliberately shaved for Valentine's Day. He also has a certain admiration for a full bush.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big. Monstrous. Humungus. I have a more detailed explanation here. Lots of foreskin and small balls in comparison.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high, but he easily adapts to you. He isn't going to pass away if you go a week or two without it, but prefers to do it regularily and tends to miss it easily.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

immediately, snorring like zzzzz. He won't let you leave either, if you need to pee, hold it in!

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TWICE LYRIC SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 1 OF 3 ;

135 starters. Starters are taken from some of the Korean title tracks by girl group TWICE. Translations are from colorcodedlyrics.com. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed!

LIKE OOH-AAH

"People can’t leave me alone for a single minute.”

“I make everyone smitten.”

“No matter where I go, the floors are red, like walking down a red carpet.”

“Everyone is staring at me.”

“But I don’t feel a thing.”

“I’m waiting for someone who can make me feel something like never before.”

“I’ll wait, no matter how long it takes.”

“I just wanna fall in love.”

“Stop talking and start doing.”

“I still shine the most.”

“Just thinking about it makes me excited.”

“I don’t wanna start with just anybody.”

“I’m not a girl who gives it up so easily.”

“Let me see how you’re gonna treat me. I ain’t easy.”

“Better think about it twice.”

CHEER UP

"Now care for me.”

“I don’t wanna waste my battery.”

“He says he can’t even breathe.”

“He says he’s struggling because of me.”

“He says his heart is dropping. Why?”

“I’m not showing off or anything.”

“Sorry I couldn’t pick up earlier. I was meeting my friends.”

“I can’t really meet you right now, sorry. I’ll call you a little later.”

“Don’t beg. Then you won’t last long.”

“I’ll let you call me baby.”

“It’s still a little too early for my heart to feel the same, but I’ll show you more.”

“Cheer up, baby. Cheer up a little more.”

“A girl can’t give her heart too easily. That’s how you’ll get to like me even more.”

“Just get it together and then, baby, cheer up.”

“I can hear the anxiety in your voice.”

“Oops, was I too harsh, boy?”

“I’m worried that you’ll get tired, but if not, I think I’ll fall for you even more.”

“Don’t beg. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ll be your baby.”

“Not too fast. Show me you mean it. I’ll wait for you.”

“I like you too, I’m just worried I’ll get hurt.”

TT

"But we don’t even know each other.”

“This time for sure, I’ll be the first to talk, but it’s always only in my head.”

“I start humming and before I know it, I feel like crying, I don’t feel like myself.”

“This isn’t like me at all.”

“I love you so much.”

“I think I’m all grown up now, I’m free to make my own choices, but why can’t I have it my way?”

“Why can’t I have it my way?”

“The more I try to push you away, the more I’m drawn and attracted to you.”

“You don’t know how I feel.”

“Tell me that you’d be my baby.”

“You saying I’m ridiculous, that I don’t live up to my looks, doesn’t cheer me up at all.”

“I’m going crazy in all this mess.”

“Don’t you realize what’s going on inside me?”

KNOCK KNOCK

"Please hurry up a bit.”

“I need somebody.”

“You keep lingering around, taking a sneak peak.”

“You’re probably another playboy. Obviously just a bad boy.”

“I need some assurance.”

“Knock on my heart and open it up.”

“It won’t be so easy to open it up.”

“Say that you’re mine.”

“Come again tomorrow and the day after. I’ll be ready.”

“If you truly mean it, everything’s gonna be okay.”

“You pop in when I’m alone and shake me right out of my mind.”

“Now is the perfect time to make it yours.”

“After all this time, my frozen heart will melt away like ice cream.”

“I’m freaking out.”

SIGNAL

"I must let you know.”

“I’m sending you a sign, sending a signal, but it won’t go through.”

“I’m giving you a look, trying to make you notice, but you don’t get it.”

“I’m so frustrated, I’m going crazy.”

“I don’t know why this is happening.”

“My looks, my gestures, all my facial expressions—there’s no use, nothing works.”

“You have no tact at all.”

“How much more can I express my feelings?”

“At some point, I started liking you.”

“You idiot, why don’t you know my heart?”

“When are you going to stop being so dumb and only treat me like a friend? ‘Cause that’s not what I want.”

“Why aren’t you reacting?”

“If I look at you and smile, you should know. I’ve already looked at you and smiled so many times today.”

“If I keep talking to you, you should feel it. I keep staying by your side.”

LIKEY

"My heart’s fluttering.”

“I keep wanting to show you every little thing, each and every one.”

“Getting dolled up is so annoying, but I can’t just be careless.”

“Every day, you make my heart race.”

“Shall I make a pretty pose for the camera?”

“Look at this and smile for me.”

“But it’s so typical to say ‘I like you.’ It’s not enough to express my heart.”

“But I like you, I can’t even sleep.”

“Come a little closer.”

“Please, know my heart. I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

“I feel down today. I try to act like I’m not, but people keep asking if I’m sad.”

“I’m upset because you’re not reacting at all.”

“All day, my mood goes back and forth, up and down.”

HEART SHAKER

"Come and be my love.”

“Am I really doing the right thing?”

“Should I just say hi?”

“Should I give you a note and run away?”

“This is the time. Girl, you can do it.”

“Love is timing. You might regret it if you miss this chance.”

“Love is coming.”

“Have more courage. Don’t hesitate anymore.”

“I can’t help it, I’ve fallen for him.”

“You’re my heart shaker.”

“I don’t wanna miss this chance.”

“I won’t just wait around like a fool.”

“I wanna tell you that I’m into you, that I like you, that I miss you all day.”

“Would you be my love? Because I fell for you.”

“Keep it cool so it won’t get awkward.”

“No need to get nervous.”

“What do I do? I can’t look him in the eyes.”

“You’ll want me too. You’ll fall in love with me.”

“I really hope that you feel the same.”

“Say you love him. Don’t hold back.”

WHAT IS LOVE?

"Every day, I felt love only in movies or books or dramas. That’s how I learned of love.”

“My heart kept racing as if it were my story.”

“My heart was pounding and fluttering.”

“Some day, will these things happen to me too? When will that be? Who will it be?”

“They say it’s sweet like candy.”

“They say it feels like flying.”

“I wanna know, what is love? What does love feel like?”

“They say you smile all day.”

“They say the world becomes beautiful.”

“Will this kind of love come to me too?”

“Just thinking about it makes my heart explode.”

“If love really comes to me someday, I might just cry.”

“I don’t know when or how we’ll meet, but I wonder what it’ll feel like.”

“I think it’ll be really nice... Better than the movies or dramas.”

“Love will come! My predictions are always right!”

“Hurry and come! I’m always ready!”

“I don’t think I can stand it anymore.”

DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY

"This feeling is just so right.”

“You and me and the world, together we’ll party all night long.”

“This moment is special.”

“Don’t miss the pleasure of it.”

“Dance like we’re flying to the top of the world.”

“Let’s dance the night away.”

“Someday you and I will reach the moon’s far side.”

“Shout out loud like today’s the last day!”

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One. Part 3

It’s made me realise how hard work this all is, just dragging the kids along with me and it’s like I’m doing it alone and relying on Rylee too, I’ve been needing to pee since I landed but I don’t trust anyone or anything near my daughters so we are at a Starbucks, Rylee chose to be here because she wants to be bougie for no reason at all “but why do we need to go with you to the toilet dad?” Rylee complained “because I don’t trust people baby” opening the door “but we will wait here, just here dad. I will make sure we don’t move” looking around me, this is a foreign place, but I know with Rylee she will not let anything happen “I will be one second ok?” My phone started ringing, digging into my pocket “Auntie calling” answering the call from Mel “what’s good?” I answered “I broke away from her, which Starbucks you at? Like you dropped your location but there is two, is it the smaller one?” Mel asked “no, the bigger one. We are outside the toilets, come inside. Wait” stepping to the side, Mel pointed at me and disconnected the call “look who’s here, Auntie Mel” Rylee and Tianna both made their way over to me “Melly!!!” Rylee shouted and ran at Mel, Tianna just watched on “Aunties babies! Oh my god, I have missed you girls so much. Look at you all” Rylee really missed Mel; I mean she had to deal with me, so I don’t blame her “how is my TT? My deuce how are you baby” Mel crouched down with Rylee in her arms still “god I love you girls so much, my whole heart and Imani. I ain’t forget you girl! You are all aunties’ babies, kisses for you all” Mel started giving them all kisses “where my kiss?” Mel snorted laughing as she placed Rylee down “nigga please, good to see you” hugging Mel close “same, I am so tired” I am so very tired, like this shit has been draining on me “I am surprised you not bought any bodyguard with you. You should have bought one Chris; you ain’t just anyone, you got these stuff too. But it’s ok, you’re here now. We can catch up, shall we get drinks?” I was going to get them but like I needed to pee “you go and get a table and I will be with you” the girls are so excited to see Mel, it’s so cute to see how much they adore her.

Resting my chin atop of Imani’ head “what did you get for your birthday girl? You see how we was turning up for you?” Mel said to Tianna, she just smiled “Jah can’t dance you know that but what did you get?” She shook her head “I didn’t want anything” she said in a whisper “she is having a tantrum about mom” Rylee answered for her “let Tianna talk, you’re not her mother” she does that a lot “I am helping dad” rolling my eyes “I thought you got gifts at least, nothing in the post?” Mel looked at me “yeah, air” Mel side eyed me “what do you want me to say, people are busy. But it’s not the end of the world, we are doing one better. We are going to go present shopping together in London, didn’t I say that? Then when you go to school, and they ask you can say I went all the way to London to get stuff, that is super cool?” Tianna nodded her head smiling “can I come?” Shaking my head “no ma’am, it’s going to be just me and Tianna. You can leave us alone” Rylee side eyed me; she is a brat “Melly can we go to shop instead?” She always had to do the same as Tianna, I know pretty much they are like twins but still. I feel like Tianna should have her day out, but Rylee will end up getting her way, Mel looked at me and I shook my head “ask your mother” Mel got out of that one “what is my mom doing?” Tianna asked Mel “she is taking over the world TT baby; she is doing things I didn’t think she would be doing. You know when you’re older, you’re going to appreciate it” Tianna doesn’t really care, she just wants to know what she is doing “mom does makeup, I have her lipgloss but dad took it off me” Rylee added, she damn right I did “why?” Mel asked, “because she kept kissing my cheek with that on, and then she put it on Imani, that was it” I chuckled “then those two fought over it” Which they did, so I had to take it off them.

So this is where Robyn has been staying, this home is nice and fancy. Mel bought us here now she has left, the house is a mess like not something Robyn would be like at home, it’s full of boxes and empty boxes and material and things “Imani, come here. Don’t play with that” god knows what stuff and small parts are around, the home isn’t child friendly. Picking her up “Imani is terrible as it is, this home is no good” turning to Mel, she just didn’t know what to say but I don’t blame her “it isn’t child friendly no” nodding my head “maybe we should stay at a hotel, I just don’t know. Is there space for the kids?” Mel cringed “it’s a packed house, we partied a lot and stayed up a lot doing this. But I think the girls will be ok, maybe like lock the door when you go to sleep. I think maybe you all need to sleep in one room, it’s a mess but we had to all help her to get the shit done for her moment, the Fenty fashion show was going to shit, you know? We had to work day and night, my girl has been working hard for this and I don’t want you to say she hasn’t” my daughters have gone to explore clearly “I didn’t say anything, but you are because you know how wack she has been, who doesn’t wish their child happy birthday? Not even on social media or anything, yes we knew she would be here for her day, but she could have made the effort, no present? Is she deluded” Mel sighed out “she probably is, I thought she did, but it’s been so hectic here. It’s been really busy trying to fit everything in, I get she has sacrificed her kids” rolling my eyes “she really has” I mean I’m not gonna take up for her “I just think it was bad times to be having more kids, I said it to you both but it happened, Robyn was going onto a path which made her busy, I think going forward you need it both agree on how to deal with the kid situation because Jen has kids too and she is without you, I think maybe a nanny needs to come into play with this, I am not taking away from what Robyn has done but it needed to be more organised even though you both spoke on it” shaking my head “we knew she would miss her birthday, we said it would happen but she could have made that effort to call or send presents, but they are coming back now” Rylee is walking back with Tianna behind her.

I didn’t know Robyn was having a red carpet here too, I’ve been informed she been and gone now. She’s walked the carpet so I can now make my way out with my daughters, I decided to match my daughters and wear Burberry also. I got my Burberry tee on, matching my daughters of course “come on TT babies, let’s go” Mel said, Rylee and Tianna both got out of the car to go to Mel “awww my angels!” Yusuf spat, shuffling out of the car with Imani in my arms, I do not trust my daughter to be walking, she does shit out of nowhere just because. Getting out of the car finally, placing Imani onto the ground as I fixed my tee “Robyn is inside, y’all can roam the carpet, she is busy. We made space for you, well Tina did” Tina waved at me, smiling at her “you girls look so beautiful, Robyn has missed you all so much” placing my hand atop of Imani shoulder, I refuse to let this girl go “come, let’s go” Tina said waving us along, leaning down to my daughters “hold Rylee’ hand, stay close” holding Tianna’ hand as we made our way to the red carpet “so many lights!” Tianna spat, the crowd of photographers acted like they just woke up, I mean there was other celebrities here but no, they were fighting for pictures “stand here baby, come on” Imani looks so lost right now, moving out of the way and standing to the side “say hi baby” the people are so loud shouting at my daughters, Rylee is posing and so is Tianna but Imani, she is like why are they shouting.

I have been nervous for many of my ventures, Fenty Beauty was really the nerve wrecking one but this, my Fenty clothing seemed to have been so hard to break. I struggled even to the last minute, it was like I was clashing with the big bosses on my decision like I didn’t know fashion, I am proving myself. I am here having to prove my worth, I am having to prove if I am good enough for this. I want the name FENTY to be luxury, and with the outcome and the pouring for people that wanted to model for was a blessing, the Hadid sisters, Cara. They all came out for me, I couldn’t be more thankful for them because they didn’t need too, I mean it’s not like I am paying them this is just them being friends, but I am so many famous faces here, I am just happy. The whole show is going as it should, I wanted to originally do this in New York at least, I tried to keep it in New York but that was something that ended coming out of my hands, then it turned to be France, because I Was pissed off I said no, London just to be spiteful. I just didn’t want the base for my clothing to be overseas, it worked out it is but it’s whatever, we move forward, and I am taking this blessing. It’s been a hard fucking process, I took that decision to miss out on my kids and I haven’t been away from them longer than a week, I knew I was going to be away from them a long time, and it’s not like I jumped to it. I spoke on it to Chris; we spoke on it and we came to this decision together. I don’t ever do anything without Chris, we discuss these things all the time. I knew I would miss Tianna’ birthday, and that hurts me. I haven’t missed a birthday, even with the beauty line I have been there, I think it’s made it difficult with school, but I can’t wait to go back home, I just want to get back to normality with my girls.

Watching from the monitors as the models walked, I am really just proud of it. I know that I am giving my all, these clothes is something I see my peers, my fans, everyone wearing and I just want to get in the luxury brand, I know I can do it. I wanted to do this first because with my lingerie I can work on that in America, that is easier for me then this “the yare loving it” Jah said at the side of me “I know, I swear I am so happy. I couldn’t have done it without any of you here, long days and nights. I am glad that my family is here to see this, I know mommy is proud of me. I just wish my family was here, I want that” Jah cooed out “but it’s your turn, you need to go. It’s near the end” letting out an oh, I have been so engrossed in making so everyone is doing right that I forgot that I will be walking it “go, go, go. I will be out behind you” now I am rushing “you look great” Mel said, he started pulling my dress down with Yusuf chasing behind me to fix my hair, I am so stupid. I wasn’t watching the countdown that was going, stupid bitch “in three, two, one” the producer said and then gestured for me to go on, taking in a deep breath as I stepped onto the catwalk. I hate this, I get shy, and I don’t care how many events I do, I get shy as fuck. Waving as I walked, the crowd cheered and clapped for me, placing my hand over my mouth giggling, I am so blessed with the love I am getting right now. Blowing kisses to each side of the catwalk “mommy!” my ears perked up, that voice alone I will know. I heard that over the music, looking to my side and stopped walking. I gasped, seeing my daughters and Chris, placing my hands over my mouth. The emotion hit me straight away, my babies are really here. They all are waving, and waving “Robyn” Jah said behind me, remembering where I am. Biting on my bottom lip, I can’t stop it. I am teary eyed now; I am going to cry. Jah held my hand, my lower lip quivering.

I didn’t wait a second, I went straight to my daughters as soon as I got off the catwalk “you knew!?” I said to Mel, of course she knew. Rich is trying to catch up with me, I can’t believe they are here. Oh my god, I have missed them so fucking much. Seeing Chris is already stood up with Imani, they are on the move. Nobody will ever understand how much I missed these girls, Chris smiled at me. The girls are just lost, looking around. Rushing over to them “mom!” Rylee spat, falling onto my knees and wrapped my arms around both Tianna and Rylee “oh my god” just to have my babies in my arms again “I missed you girls so much” I sobbed out “I missed you more mom, don’t cry” pressing a kiss to Rylee’ cheek and then Tianna’ “I am sorry” moving back from them both, moving my arms from them “pumpkin, oh my god” Imani jumped into my arms “look at you, I am so sorry girls. This has been so hard for me; I have missed you all so much. I really have” looking at Tianna “are you coming home now?” she asked “one hundred percent, this is the best surprise ever. You all made my event, and you saw it” I am a wreck, getting up from the floor and picked Imani up “you came” my voice broke with Chris “you know I would come” Chris pressed a kiss to my cheek and hugged me “you have lost weight” he said in my ear “I am ready to go home” I need it, I am just ready to have that break for this, let Chris and Jen do the rest “the rest is yours” I said and he laughed “I will pass it to Jen” of course he would say that.

My kids are harassing my brothers, they deserve it. Every time I go Barbados with my daughters they say they are making too much noise, but they are good uncles “can I borrow her” looking behind me “as long as it’s PG” Jah said laughing “it will, I won’t be long. It’s the girl’s bedtime coming up, so I won’t” walking off with my wine glass “I just want to say your fashion show was amazing, you killed it Robyn, I am proud of you and seeing the end product. I get the hard work; I saw it with my own eyes” my smile grew, we stopped walking. Turning to face him “there is a but, I can tell on your face” I know my husband now “but you were wack for Tianna, she deserved more from you. She deserved a lot more; this is the girl you gave birth too and you couldn’t say happy birthday to her? So what you were crying, cry in front of her, show her you care Robyn. You need to do better, I am not judging your parenting skills at all but you doing that was not nice, she was crying because of you. I mean you didn’t even send presents, Tianna got nothing” nodding my head understanding what he is saying “and I am not excusing what happened, it’s happened, and I will make it up to her” what does he want me to say “that isn’t the point though? You just flat out didn’t acknowledge her on her day, I have struggled, and I could have asked my mother to come but for you I didn’t to save you from your own mother, I am going now with the girls. They need sleep, they are jet lagged and Imani is having a breakdown in tears, but we came for you. See what you do for the people you love Robyn” he is making me feel like a shit mother when I didn’t do this on purpose, this is so unfair what he is saying.

[damian-dreamz8442]

5x’s Someone Used the Mom-Arm on Damian, +1 time He Did

A bit screwy when it comes to following the canonical timeline but you know what? I do what I want!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some angsty, mostly fluffy, just a bit of batfam fun starring my favorite baby bat! Might be a tad OOC but it’s my first go with all these lovelies and I haven’t gotten the hang of them yet. Give me tiiiiime. 

(Really hecking long. Did not mean for it to be so long. I am so, so sorry.)

i.

Jason worked alone. It wasn’t that he was broody and in denial like a certain someone - not mentioning names - he actually had a reason to work alone. He didn’t go on nightly patrols to keep up appearances. He didn’t drive around in a heated, leather interior, Jason mobile. He didn’t even have a butler who knew first aid. 

Jason’s missions were dangerous, and often times traumatizing. You can imagine why he would be on edge when a freaking ten-year-old with an attitude showed up on the rooftop of one of his stakeouts. 

“Absolutely not.” Jason hissed, grabbing Robin’s shoulder. Damian turned and raised an eyebrow at him. “Tt, please. You have no say in the matter.”

“Like hell I ‘have no say in the matter’. You’re going home right now or, so help me, I’m tying you to that A/C unit. Don’t you have homework? Or normal ten-year-old activities to attend to?”

“This mundane drug-cartel stakeout is an activity fitting for me, my age having nothing to do with my abilities.”

Honestly, would it kill the kid to use some contractions? His full-word responses were giving Jason the impression he was a robot and not his “baby brother”. Speaking of family...

“Where’s Batman? Isn’t he supposed to be looking after you?” Not me? Damian looked away, and it sort-of almost broke the shriveled remainder of Jason’s heart. So Bruce was still a moron. Good to know. 

“Alright kid, stay close.” Jason tried not to notice the way Damian visibly brightened, and then did his best to by hyper-focused. He no longer was suspicious of Damian being a robot. He was just a kid. 

Suddenly, there was movement. There was movement in the warehouse owned by a notoriously dangerous drug-cartel that wasn’t supposed to be making any moves for a few more weeks. Of course they had to move up their schedule. Of course Damian had to fight with Bruce tonight and warrant Jason’s pity. Of course Jason was an idiot, as Damian was already off like a shot. 

Jason sprinted after him, using every curse he knew - he knew enough to keep rambling them until he was close enough to snatch Damian by the scruff of his neck. 

Setting the fighting ball of fury back on the ground, Jason assessed the situation - Dick would be so proud. “Alright, we have to go check it out, but be quiet.” Damian geared up to rush off again before Jason even finished his sentence. Without thinking, Jason’s arm lashed out, it would’ve clothes-lined the kid if they weren’t so close together. As it was it caught Damian in the chest and he let out a whoosh of air, both arms wrapping around Jason’s. He looked up at him, almost-glaring. 

“Quietly, and together.”

ii.

Dick did not like to admit it, but he’d never been the greatest driver. When he donned the cowl, worrying about learning to drive the batmobile hadn’t been his biggest concern. In fact, it wasn’t even on his list of concerns. It wasn’t even on his list of concerns for another time concerns. 

“I’ll drive.” Damian, the adorable little gremlin announced as they put on their costumes. Dick looked up, looked at Alfred’s incredulous expression, and then back at Robin. 

“Absolutely not.” It should’ve gone without saying that Damian was far too young to drive a car, not to mention the batmobile. It had missile launchers while most cars had seat warmers. 

“I can drive.” Was this a serious argument? Damian was making his way to the vehicle and Dick worried that if he didn’t say something soon the little boy would just hop into the driver’s seat. “No. No! Damian, I will be driving.” Dick rushed to put on his other boot, stumbling to catch up. 

Dick was wondering if maybe he should’ve let the kid drive. Damian could barely see over the steering wheel, but he’d probably be a better driver than Dick. 

The batmobile unintentionally drifted another corner, nearly going up onto the sidewalk. A white van of gun-toting penguin goons got further away. Dick was white-knuckling the steering wheel, Damian was seething silently. 

Dick could do this, he could. 

Suddenly, the van lurched to a stop at the edge of the harbor. Dick had been too focused on keeping the car on the road, he hadn’t noticed the asphalt change to wood. He slammed on the brakes, car skidding on damp wood. Why was everything in Gotham always damp? 

Dick’s arm shot out protectively, clamping across Damian’s chest. He knew he was wearing a seatbelt, but couldn’t help the need to make sure he was ok and not flying face-first through the wind screen. 

When the car finally stopped, the brothers shared a look. Damian shoved Grayson’s arm off him with a glare. 

“I think maybe I should drive.”

iii.

Cass looked up from her book only because the noise in the other room had reached a volume where it was impossible to focus on anything else. She didn’t bother hearing the words, just the voices. Ah, Tim had come home. And he was already fighting with everyone’s favorite gremlin, Damian. 

Bruce wasn’t home yet, Alfred was as busy as always, and Duke was probably still at school. Wait, it was a Tuesday. Duke had tutoring today - he’d gotten involved in a mentorship program with younger kids at his school. The other boys would not stop teasing him about following in Bruce’s footsteps, or how they wouldn’t be surprised if he brought home his own Robin. Cass was proud of him. 

That did not change that two of her other brothers were arguing at the top of their lungs and making it impossible for her to read, or reflect on her other family member’s achievements. 

She got up and approached the living room without making a sound, stopping in the doorway. Damian and Tim were yelling, Tim’s arms were in the air, Damian’s cheeks were turning a frustrated shade of pink. She was about to say something diffusing when she saw it. She knew the signs well, was trained to watch out for them. Trained to do them herself. 

Damian squared his posture, leaned on his dominant leg, and slid his left foot out no more than an inch. Tim was still in full swing. Cass shot forward faster than Damian could. She could not bear the thought of hurting her baby brother, but her arm shot out instinctively. 

Damian, who had been in mid-lunge for Tim, was caught square in the diaphragm by Cass’s unmoving appendage. He let out an oomph and fell back onto the carpet. Tim started in surprise, taking in Cass’s sudden appearance. 

“Wow, thanks Cass!” He said, but Cassandra had no use for words. She took in Tim’s casual body language and relieved expression. Then she looked at Damian. He was still on the floor, it had already been five seconds - his average stand-up time. His whole body was tense, controlled, not coiled. He was looking at the floor, his face was still red. 

Oh. Oh no. 

Cassandra’s stance fell and she crouched in front of Damian. He eyes were welling with tears. Maybe she should’ve listened to what Tim said in that argument. 

Tim noticed Cass crouching, staring. “Uh, Cass...?” Too late, she’d already bundled the boy in her arms and stood. Tim took a step back, arms coming up to shield himself from the inevitable next move. He waited for Damian to attempt to break away from Cass, to lash out kicking and screaming, maybe even biting. 

To everyone’s surprise - except Cass, she was never surprised - Damian curled into his sister’s shoulder. She nodded at Tim before moving to leave. 

“No more fighting.”

iv.

Bruce was finally settling back into normal. Well, nothing in Gotham was normal, especially if you were secretly the most well-known vigilante in the city. But, normal to him. 

He was no longer ‘dead’, Dick was no longer ‘dead’ and visitng Gotham regularly, Tim and Duke had settled in to living together with their littlest brother and, oh yeah, he’d gotten Damian back. After months of work and tireless efforts, he could finally hold his baby boy in his arms again. He could ruffle his hair in passing, compare school photos to his own as the boy got older, and bundle him up in a hug when he had nightmares of him being dead. 

And Damian was here, with him. He wasn’t going to be another Jason, another loss of a beautiful soul. He was sitting right next to Bruce on the couch, pencil skittering across a page of his sketchbook. 

Still, it hadn’t been long enough for Bruce’s fears to dissipate. In fact, he doubted they ever would. He would be over-protective of Damian for the rest of his life - even if the young man didn’t want it.  

Breaking the silence, there was a bang at the window. Damian started before setting aside his sketchbook to go check what it was. It was probably Alfred - the cat. Still, images of horrible things went through Bruce’s mind. 

Talia, there to steal Damian away permanently. 

Assassins, back to finish the job. 

Even just a robber taking advantage of a large house smelling like money, who had the element of surprise and a gun. 

Bruce was up before his brain knew what his legs were doing. His arm lurched away from his body, stopping Damian in his tracks. The poor boy walked right into it, rubbing his ribcage with a puzzled expression. 

“I’ll check.” Bruce offered as explanation for the offending appendage, leaving Damian by the couch and pulling back the curtain. Bruce finally let out the breath he was holding at the sight of the fluffy cat on the windowsill. 

v.

“Slow down, don’t rush into things!” Tim hissed, firing his grapple after Damian. He could see the yellow underside of Robin’s cape land on a building ahead of him. 

Tim was more experienced at Gotham thugs, he didn’t blame Damian for not noticing it. Damian was young, and probably trying to prove something to Tim. He was obsessed with proving his worth. He didn’t take the time to smell the air. 

The standard Gotham smog was thick with the smell of burning gasoline. There were promising tendrils of smoke from the building diagonal to Damian. The building he preparing to grapple too. Oh geez. 

Tim ran, he was just fast enough to stick out an arm and block Damian from running forwards and leaping off the edge of the building. 

Damian ran right into his arm. Tim had been expecting him to barrel through it for some reason, maybe because he was so good at fighting or had such bravado. Instead, he reacted the way all eleven-year-olds did. He was knocked back with a grunt, nearly falling over. 

Tim blinked at the strange display of childish behavior as Damian stuck his arms out to regain his balance. He hadn’t even exerted any force on Tim’s arm. His glare after that display lacked any heat, and it was kind of adorable. 

“Damian, pay attention.” Tim gestured at the on-fire building. Suddenly, there were sharp popping and cracking sounds from the smoky warehouse. Tim’s full attention was on it now, and he pulled up the specs of the address. 

It was an old office building but had been abandoned after one of Joker’s attacks damaged the structural integrity. There were signs and bars on every doorway marking it for demolition. He looked over and saw Damian was already doing a read for heat signatures. 

He was, for once, proud of his brother. 

Then Tim noticed something on the specs. The building had an old built-in heating system, attached to a gas-powered generator on the third floor. Hoo boy, it was going to blow. 

After a rather loud bang, Tim acted. For once he didn’t plan out every bad thing this next action could cause. He lunged, using the arm that had still been hanging in the air slightly in front of Damian to grab his little brother and pull him against his chest. He then ducked and pulled his cape around them. Before Damian could recover from the surprise, the building exploded. 

Tim could feel debris bounce off him, though not much. Heat bit at his ankles. Nothing broke through his cape barrier. One hand braced on Damian’s head, he tucked the boy suffocatingly close. Damian didn’t move until the blast had dissipated. 

When it had, Damian shoved hard on his brother’s chest and made a display of brushing himself off. Tim didn’t miss how Damian’s attention was actually on him, quickly assessing him for any injuries. He had none. 

Tim was proud of his brother, for a second time. 

+ (vi.)

Damian did not get along well with most of his siblings, so when the opportunity arose to spend time with one he had actually grown to respect, he took advantage of it. Alfred’s suggestion had made him excited in a way that Mother would’ve thought shameful. Damian did his best not to think that. 

He was nearly bouncing in the backseat of the buick, looking out the window without actually seeing. 

Duke and Damian did not get along when they first met. However, Duke made it clear he was not Robin, nor trying to replace Damian. He was useful in a unique way. He fit in at the manor. He respected Bruce, he even seemed to respect Damian. 

Damian wasn’t so sure he was liked by Duke, but respect was enough. At least, it used to be. 

If respect were enough, would he be listening to Alfred’s show tunes on his way to pick Duke up from school? 

They pulled up to Gotham Academy to see Duke walking out, the bell having just gone. Damian nodded at Alfred’s timing. One of his favorite things about the man was how he always managed to have perfect timing. 

Damian found himself getting out of the car, dangerously close to waving at Duke. Duke saw him and... was that a smile? Damian let out a breath of relief - he’d momentarily been afraid Duke would not be happy to see him. 

When Duke reached him, they were interrupted by a group of teenage boys yelling at them. It took Damian a moment to realize they were yelling at him. 

“Duke, I thought you had too much self-respect to get in a car with some spoiled little rich kid!” Yelled one. Rich? Yes. Spoiled? Well, only recently. 

“The brat’s probably illiterate since he’s too much of a coward to go to school!” Damian knew several languages and was already 3 grades ahead. Couldn’t they think of any better insults?

“Little arabian bastard, did they actually do a DNA test on this one?” Ok, that one stung a bit. Damian was preparing to get back in the car and bristle, perhaps vent to Grayson later. He was not prepared for a low growl to come from Duke. 

“How. Dare. You.” Thomas hissed. Damian turned back to look at him, he was positively seething, fists clenched at his sides. 

“Come on Duke, why hang out with the petty little brat?” 

Duke lurched forwards and Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. Was he actually preparing to defend him? Damian copied a move he’d learned from the rest of his family to diffuse a situation. 

He stuck out his arm, though it only caught Duke in his middle, he looked down. Successfully diffused. Damian was impressed with the immediate effect. 

“They are not worth it, Thomas.” 

Duke nodded and followed Damian into the car. Then he grinned. 

“Back there... you... did you just mom-arm me?”

“What-arm you?!”

Alfred restrained laughter the rest of the way home at Damian’s facial expression while Duke explained the reasoning and use behind the ‘mom-arm’.

[josephine-yung-things-blog]

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[taeken-my-heart]

Independent {f} Chapter 15

Summary: Your mom calls you stubborn, your friends call you wild, and the boys you’ve left in your wake call you a frigid bitch.  You’ve built a life of independence and you like it that way. Kim Taehyung, however; seems to be able to change your mind.

Pairing: Taehyung x ReaderGenre: fluff, mild angst

Word Count: 5152

Warnings: Ongoing themes of death. Her father is always mentioned briefly. 

**There is a read more linked but it doesn’t seem to be working and I don’t know what to do about it. I’m sorry! TT 

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~ 2 months later ~

March brought with it weather that was warm enough to allow for apple blossoms to bloom and an improved attitude in the general population. There was a tendency during the dead of winter to let the gloom of the skies seep into your skin, but with spring there was a new beginning. 

It was a Thursday, and as such, you didn’t have your first class until 1pm so you’d slipped on your boots and a jacket over your sweater before grabbing your camera bag and heading out the door. With flowers blooming, there was new opportunity to add to your growing portfolio so you moved away from campus and towards the park. The edges of the lake were surrounded by vibrant cherry blossoms and violet larkspur. The ice had melted from the water leaving it crystal clear and inviting. 

You’d purchased a new tripod only a few days ago and were anxious to give it a try. Your mom and Paul had been kind enough to give you some money to purchase a nice one, otherwise you would have had to make do with the $10 one you’d bought off Amazon 3 three years ago that had honestly seen better days. 

There was a lot more sun to accompany the new warmth of the season and it made for incredibly beautiful pictures. You found a spot overlooking a small creek, setting up your tripod amongst a crop of trees and trying to decide what angle you were wanting to take. You knew that with spring came not only new blooming flowers, but new litters of animals and this park was always prone to an abundance of rabbits. 

While some people thought they were a nuisance, that was mostly in areas with homes where they would nibble and ruin the gardens. In this park, they were absolutely lovely and you were really hoping to get some good pictures, if you could spot any. They were a beautiful part of nature and you really loved highlighting that sort of thing. It wasn’t the level of excitement that a fashion show in Paris could bring, but for you it was just as good. 

The sunlight was perfect this time of morning. High enough to wake the world, but not so high that the trees couldn’t block it out with their tops. It cast a beautiful shadow over the ground and you peered through your camera’s viewfinder to decide where you wanted to aim first. 

This park was wonderful in that it was large and brought up the rear of a forest on the outskirts of campus. It was home to a lot of wild life and in the edges of the trees you spotted a doe and her fawn.  

You smiled, setting your camera onto your new tripod and focusing the lens towards the mother and her baby. Two doe eyes, captured in the memory of your camera for your viewing pleasure. You pulled your gaze away from the viewfinder, glancing down into the display at the image that awaited you. 

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Most of the morning was spent exploring the forest. The winter made a habit of separating man and nature from one another and you’d spent far too much time trapped indoors and not nearly enough outside exploring what the world had to offer you and your camera. This semester so far was helping you to remedy that fact. 

You had more time on your hands and in an effort to get over Taehyung, you’d become more inclined to spend time doing your favorite thing. It had been healing in all the best ways and it had also given you the time and privacy to evaluate your feelings on everything that happened. For a while you’d blamed yourself a lot, really been hard on yourself about the way you’d reacted to the situation, but over time you began to cut yourself some slack. 

You’d come to realize that your fear of commitment stemmed from your fear of the lack of control you had over things that were important to you, specifically your heart and the people that filled it. 

It wasn’t just from when your dad died, though that had made a big impact, but it was also from just feeling like you couldn’t control the outcomes of your relationships. You’d seen a lot of people open themselves up over the years and in the end, they’d gotten hurt. It was hard to want to leave yourself vulnerable to that sort of thing in your own life. 

It seemed like less and less people wanted to put in effort these days and at first you had denied that you fit in that category, but you soon realized that you were prime candidate. The fear of failure and the fear of not being accepted for exactly who you were had caused you to decide that not trying and protecting yourself was a much better option than anything else. 

It seemed silly now, to think that those were thoughts that had been plaguing you for years; that somehow the broken pieces of your heart would be so unlovable that you needed to shield yourself away. You didn’t love people any less for their flaws and imperfections so why were you holding yourself to such an unreasonable standard? 

Learning to love yourself was going to take a lifetime of practice, but you’d realized with pleasure that loving yourself enough to allow others to love you too was going to be an exciting adventure. And Danielle was right, daily mirror pep talks had been such a help. It had been so weird at first, but it was nice to remind yourself of the things you liked about who you were and to find new things, too. 

After packing your equipment up, you made your way back to the house, dropping off your things and getting your school bag ready. You grabbed a binder off your desk, pulling it towards you and pausing when a piece of paper fell down onto the carpet of your bedroom. 

You sigh, stuffing the binder into your bag and shuffling around to the other side of the chair to pick up the paper by the leg of your desk. It wasn’t paper, though, and as you flipped it over you realized it was a picture that you’d printed out months ago, back when you’d thought maybe you and Taehyung could work things out. 

You’d prepared a big long speech to try and convince him of how sorry you were and even printed out this picture to give to him; the picture you’d taken on the first night he’d ever spoken to you. 

He was so beautiful, lips peeled back into a smile, eyes nearly closed in his mirth as he danced with a couple friends and one of the dancers from the fall festival. It seemed like so long ago, but really it had only been a little over 5 months. You’d thought it would be a nice little gift; the picture he’d expressed interest in. You’d never been able to give it to him, though. Thinking of him still hurt, so you stuffed the picture back into the binder now taking residence in your bag and fastened the clip into place. 

You still had 30 minutes before you needed to head out for class, but you were bored, so you slung your bag over your shoulder and began to make your way onto campus. People were sitting out in the quad, enjoying the sun and the new warmth it brought with it. You didn’t think it was quite warm enough to be sitting out in the grass for long periods of time, but you couldn’t fault people for craving the fresh air that the outdoors brought.

You’d made it half way through the quad before a familiar tuft of dark hair was making its way towards you and like you were on autopilot, you called out his name, walking carefully over to him when he looked up at you. His eyes were warm when they landed on you and it made your heart want to burst in your chest. 

Maybe there was at least hope for a friendship. 

“Hi.” You breathed, stopping in front of him. He looked down at you, smile quirking the corner of his lips and this time you allowed your heart to race wildly. It felt like it had been forever since you’d seen that beautiful smile. 

“Hi.” He repeated; hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. 

“Um,” you cleared your throat, “Hi. How are you? How have you been?”

He smiled again, this time a little fuller. “I’m good, how are you?”

“Yeah, I’m OK,” you shrugged, then shook your head. “No, you know what, I’m good. I’ve been spending a lot of time taking pictures and it’s given me a lot of space to really think through everything I’ve had going on inside. So yeah, I’m good.”

“I’m really glad to hear that,” Taehyung smiled and you couldn’t help but return the gesture, “you deserve to feel good.”

“Thank you, Taehyung.” You whispered, staring down at the floor, “you do too. I hope…I hope you’ve been good, that you’ve been happy.”

“I have been.” He nodded and your heart clutched; bittersweet. You were glad he was happy, you only wished it could have been you to contribute to that.

“H-how’s Beth?” You asked hesitantly. You really hoped he wouldn’t think your intentions were bad; this time you really did want to wish them well. 

“Ah,” He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “Actually, we broke up about a month ago.”

“Oh!” You could feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. That was not at all the answer you’d thought he’d give and your heart ached for him. “Tae…Taehyung, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he smiled, waving it away, “it was a pretty mutual decision. We just didn’t mesh the way we’d thought we would.”

“Oh, well I’m glad you don’t feel bad about it.” You said softly. Just then you remembered the picture in your bag and pulled it around to the front of your body quickly. “Oh, I just remembered. I have something for you.”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed in confusion and you slowly pulled the picture from your bag, holding it out to him. He took it gingerly, staring down at it like he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. 

“It’s from the fall festival.” You explained, shrugging awkwardly as he looked from the picture to you and back again. “You said a while back that you wanted me to give you a copy, but I was pretty bad about getting it to you. I actually printed that a few months ago after I got back from Paris. I meant to give it to you but…well, anyway. I thought you might still want to have it.”

“Thank you,” he smiled up at you, fingers clutching the picture delicately. “This means a lot to me.”

“I’m glad.” You nodded, shuffling your feet underneath you. “Anyway…I, uh, I have class soon so I should probably go…”

“Oh, yeah, ok.” Taehyung nodded, tucking the picture into the breast pocket of his long, checkered button up. “Well, it was nice seeing you, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling, “it was really nice.” You waved awkwardly, making your way around him, heart thudding in your chest as it screamed at you to stop being such a coward. You’d taken all of three steps before you stopped and turned quickly.

“Taehyung!” He stopped, glancing at you over his shoulder and you quickly made your way back over to him. 

“I would really like to go grab coffee sometime; you know, as friends. Just do some catching up.” You trailed off, voice losing all its confidence as he stared at you, the intensity of his gaze frightening all the courage right from you. 

His contemplation scared you and you were just about to backtrack, take everything back and scurry into a cold dark place where you could lick your wounds anew when he smiled, nodding. “I’d like that.”

“Really?” You breathed, staring up into his dark brown eyes. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “We could go to Grounds tonight, if you want. I’ll be out of class at 4pm.”

“OK!” You grinned, “should we meet there? I get out of class at 3:30.”

“Sounds good. Let’s plan to meet at 4:20?” He asked, adjusting the bag on his shoulder and you nodded enthusiastically. 

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too.” He grinned. You waved again before turning back around and heading up the hill towards your class.

                                                       ~~~~~

The walk to class was quick after that, mind racing excitedly at all the possibilities that your upcoming meeting with Taehyung held. You weren’t foolish enough to believe that he’d be willing to give dating another chance after everything that had happened, but you at least hoped that the two of you could be friends again. 

Today’s classes were usually pretty interesting, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the excitement you felt about later in the afternoon. Paying attention was difficult, even though everything was very hands on, your body was full of nervous energy, fingers twitching at your sides as you watched your partner do her piece of the project. 

“What’s up with you today, you seem on edge?” She asked, looking back at you. 

You switched your gaze towards her, snapped from your thoughts, and smiled. “Ah, I’m just meeting up with a friend that I haven’t seen in a while. I’m pretty excited.”

“Is this friend a guy?” She teased, motioning for you to take your place behind the camera and you chuckled. 

“He is, but it’s not like that, I swear.”

“Sure.” She hummed and you focused on the lens of the screen, watching the people on the other side. The music department was putting on a production later in the semester and had asked your class to film a series of small ads to broadcast the show. 

You were lucky to be going to a university with such a strong arts and humanities program, not everyone could say the same of their schools. Most of the universities you’d originally been looking at had focused a lot of their money into their sports programs, and while that was also important, it wasn’t what you were looking for.

“Lisa,” you said, glancing at your partner over your shoulder, “what do you think of the aspect ratio?”

                                                           ~~~~~

Your last class of the day was digital art history, and while typically you liked the laid back and dimly lit lecture hall, today it was too little distraction for you. Your professor was going through slide after slide of information visualization and you’d been lost to him about 10 minutes into the lesson. 

Sometimes you liked to sit in the back of the lecture hall; on days when you were tired and hadn’t gotten enough sleep. You’d close your eyes and take a 10-minute power nap, but today you’d chosen to sit in the direct front and center in order to force your attention and it still couldn’t distract your mind from later. 

You’d had a whole speech planned out months ago, but now everything was different. You didn’t want him to think you couldn’t be just friends; that you only wanted to use him again. You’d give anything to show him just how willing you were to have him in your life in any form, but you weren’t sure what words to even use. 

How could you show someone you cared so much about that you really just wanted them to be happy, even after causing pain? You’d learned a lot about yourself over the last few months, been much more willing to give yourself a break. Every relationship has two participating people and Taehyung had his own faults in the breakdown of the relationship as much as you did, but you hoped he’d be willing to work passed it the way that you were. If he wasn’t, well, you wanted to wish him a sincere good luck anyway. 

Sometimes when you cared about a person enough, you had to be willing to let them go, even if it hurt you. You’d definitely survive without Tae if he chose to walk away…you just didn’t want to have to. 

The class ended after what felt like a million years and you quickly packed your bags and made your way back into the mild weather, taking a deep breath of fresh air. You still had some time before you met up with Taehyung, it was only just after 3:30 so you made your way home quickly, determined to drop your things off and take a breather before you met up with him.

Anna was in the kitchen when you stepped into the house, dropping your jacket by the door and tossing your bag onto your bed. She was sat with a bowl of peanut butter and apples when you made your way towards her and she looked up and smiled. 

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Not much,” you said casually, opening the fridge, peering inside and then closing it, pacing your way over to the cabinets and peeking inside each one in turn.

“Um…you seem nervous.” Anna commented, turning to face you. 

You smiled over your shoulder, leaning your back against the countertop and drumming the tips of your fingers against the laminate counter top. “Actually, I’m meeting up with Taehyung in around 40 minutes.”

Anna’s mouth dropped open, apple slice dropping to the floor. “Oh crap,” she grumbled, climbing out of her seat to grab the apple and throw it in the trash. “Wait, so…did you say you’re meeting up with Taehyung?”

You chuckled, nodding and she continued. “Why? I mean, not that I’m not happy for you, I just don’t understand. I’m missing a lot of details. Fill me in, woman!”

“It’s nothing crazy, I just saw him in the quad today, we talked a little bit and then I asked if he’d want to meet up sometime for a drink.”

“Wow, did he seem happy to see you?”

You smiled, nodding, “yeah, actually,” you looked down at the floor tongue running along your bottom lip. “He did seem happy to see me which is the only reason I asked. I thought maybe we could try being friends again or something.”

“I think that’s really awesome!” Anna grinned, coming over to hug you and you returned the gesture, arms tightening around her thin frame. “I’m so excited for you! Are you OK with being just friends, though?”

“Yeah,” you nodded as she stepped back from you, hands resting on the countertop, “I know he probably doesn’t trust me anymore; you know? So, I’m happy if we can be friends. Even if he decides he doesn’t want to be…as long as he’s happy.”

“I’m really proud of you.” Anna smiled, “you’ve grown a lot these last few months. You’re so much more open and willing to talk about things. Sometimes when you care about someone enough, you have to be willing to give up on the things you want, relationships can’t be selfish, you know?”

You nodded, pushing away from the countertop and going to sit at the kitchen table, Anna following behind you. “I’m starting to learn that,” you sighed, “for a long time I was afraid of relationships because I didn’t want to get hurt. You get so connected to people and then when they’re not there anymore it’s really hard to recuperate.”

“You don’t grow without hard life lessons,” Anna frowned and you mumbled your agreement.

“I guess I realized that I was being selfish with my emotions and to myself. No relationship comes easily or without work and I was holding myself back from how fulfilling relationships could be by shutting myself off.”

“It’s so easy to do.” Anna commiserated, “it’s not easy to let people in, especially when you’ve been hurt in the past. You are so normal, Y/N, I hope you know that. Everyone is holding themselves back from something.”

“You’re right, I haven’t been nice enough to myself. Right now, I’m trying to find a balance between opening up more without giving up myself. I finally realized that I’m worthy of the love that people want to give me.”

“I think you are so awesome,” Anna smiled, “you’re kicking butt and taking names.”

You laughed, shaking your head and standing. “That’s my queue to go. I need to freshen up a little before I leave.”

                                                            ~~~~~

The coffee shop was welcoming in its familiarity. There was no longer a fire in the hearth, but the heating was running and you welcomed the warmth. The late afternoon had turned crisp and you only had a light jacket to keep you company. 

You resisted the urge to pace, nerves like live wires under the tips of your fingers, seeking one another out as you rung your hands together, making your way to the cash register. 

After ordering a small tea, you walked to a nearby seat to wait. Again, the shop was not overly occupied. There were a few customers here and there, two young women around your age sitting together by the fireplace talking animatedly with mugs of coffee in hand and smiles on their faces. 

Most of the coffee shop occupants were studying with laptops and books strewn across the table. It was the perfect atmosphere for studying without the distraction of home. 

Your order was called and you found a spot closer to the back of the store where you could wait. You’d arrived a few minutes early so you imagined Taehyung would be here any minute now. 

Your feet bounced with nervous energy and you twisted them at the ankles to try to still your nerves. You weren’t sure why you were so worked up; you didn’t really have high expectations for this meeting or even for any type of relationship. You hoped the two of you could be friends, but you respected him enough to move on if that’s not what he wanted. 

Your heart leapt into your throat as you saw him enter through the door and you smiled softly as he glanced around the room before his eyes focused on you, small, goofy smile spreading across his lips. He motioned towards and the registers and you nodded, waiting patiently while he went and placed his order before he made his way over to your table. 

“Hi.” He said and you couldn’t help your grin.  

“Hey.”

He sat down, smoothing down the sides of his leather jacket, fingers patting anxiously down his thighs and then clasping together in his lap. 

“I’m glad you could come.” You said, twisting at the end of your shirt. Taehyung’s eyes darted to your fingers before back up to your eyes. 

“Me too.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before Taehyung’s name was called and he ran back up to the counter to get his drink. It felt so strange to be this weird around him, you were so used to conversation just flowing and now it felt like you were back at square one. It was a little discouraging, but to be expected. You weren’t going to let it set you back, though. 

“So how are your classes?” You asked as Taehyung returned and he looked at you in surprise. You released you’d asked rather loudly and wanted to groan in frustration. “Sorry, I’m being so awkward.” You sighed. 

Taehyung chuckled, sipping at his drink and shaking his head. “It’s fine. My classes are good, some are boring, others are fun. The usual. What about yours?”

“Same,” you smiled, “although most of my classes are pretty cool this semester. A lot of really hands on stuff which has been keeping me interested.”

“See, that’s what I need in my classes,” Taehyung said, leaning back in his chair, “if I’m not engaged, I lose interest so quickly. Lecture style just does not work for me.”

“How are the guys? Jimin, Jungkook. I haven’t seen them since the beginning of the semester.”

“Everyone’s good, yeah. Jimin and Jungkook have both been doing a lot of dance training recently; they both want to get into the recital next year so they’ve been fine tuning their skills and they’re often in the dance studio anytime they have a break from classes and homework.”

“That’s so exciting. I’ve never actually seen them dance so I might have to sneak by the studio sometime and try to have a peek.”

“I’ll take you sometime,” Taehyung laughed, “I’ve got the in so I know which room they practice in.”

Conversation lulled into a comfortable silence for a moment as you both sipped at your drinks and you watched Taehyung’s eyes slide closed at the taste. “So,” you cleared your throat and he shifted his eyes to yours. “How was California? I know Jin’s going be heading out when he graduates at the end of the semester, but what about you?”

“Ah, yeah, I went to California over the break to meet with the company and it was really great. I kind of feel like I have to pinch myself every day because they’re paying for the rest of my education and they pay for me to come out there during each break from school so I can get some specialized training in while I’m finishing everything up here. Once I graduate, I’ll move out there and really start getting into the meat of the company.”

“That’s really cool, Taehyung!” You grinned, “I can’t believe they’re paying for everything. It makes sense, though. Invest in your talent, you know?”

“What about you?” He asked, changing the subject quickly, “how was Paris? I’ve never been to Europe so I’m really jealous.”

“It was really good,” you nodded, “I mostly worked, but I did get to go see some tourist attractions and it was amazing. I learned a lot while I was there, not just about photography, either. I met this really amazing woman named Danielle. She was kind of like my mentor during the whole thing and we talked a lot about our life experiences and she just taught me a lot.”

“Like what?” Taehyung asked, head tilting to the side and you smiled. 

“Like how to be kind to myself; how to forgive myself. I realized I was cutting myself off from a lot of things that would bring me happiness because I didn’t think I deserved it and I was afraid of the what ifs. What if something goes wrong? What if I get hurt? What if I’m taken advantage of? That kind of thing.”

“Did I ever make you feel that way?” Taehyung asked suddenly and you looked up at him, eyes wide, “because if I ever made you feel pressured or taken advantage of, I’m so sorry. I should have been more patient; I should have been more understanding.”

You could see his grip tighten on his cup and your heart squeezed in your chest. 

“Stop,” you said, reaching out your hand to rest over his own, feeling his grip loosen. “I’m not here to blame you and I’m not here to blame myself, either. I blamed myself a lot after everything kind of fell apart and then I learned I wasn’t being fair. We’re not perfect people, Tae. I wasn’t good at expressing how I was feeling and I wasn’t allowing myself to understand why I was feeling that way in the first place. I’ve always been very independent, but especially after my dad died. I was afraid of putting my trust in someone who could walk away and leave me hurting. In the end, I hurt myself by being so closed off because I was limiting my potential. I also hurt you and I’m so sorry that I did. I hope you know that I really did want the same things you did; I was falling just as hard as you were, I just didn’t know how to get from point A to point B.”

Taehyung paused, staring down into his cup and you allowed the silence to sweep over you. You knew him well enough to know he needed to think and you could accept that. You’d laid yourself bare to him and you weren’t sure what to expect, but you would wait and accept his answer when it came. 

“I missed you a lot.” He said suddenly. His eyes never left the drink in his cup, fingers tapping along the edges. “When I was in California, I thought about you all the time. I even tried looking on your Instagram, but you’re not very good at posting on there,” you chuckled and he smiled up at you, “sorry, that’s creepy.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I looked at yours too. For the record, I have put up more pictures recently.”

“I noticed.” He admitted with a blush and your heart warmed at the thought. 

“I missed you too, Tae. You became a really good friend to me and I was devastated when I lost that.”

“You haven’t lost that.” He insisted, “you haven’t lost me.”

You paused, trying to gather your thoughts. “You know,” you said softly, picking at some fluff on your jeans, “I’d be willing to try again. To start over.”

“You’d be willing to try what again?” Taehyung asked, inching closer to the edge of his seat.

“Everything,” you admitted, “friendship…dating…honestly, I’d take whatever you’re willing to give, even just meeting up once a month for a drink and a chat. I just really miss you.”

“How about this,” he paused, lips pursing and then coming to sit beside you on the loveseat, “open communication. My feelings about you haven’t changed, but I am a little more guarded. Let’s start over. Whenever we have something on our minds, we need to say it. If you feel a little trapped, you tell me, if I feel a little insecure, I’ll tell you. Whatever it is, we’ll discuss it.”

“OK,” you nodded, “then in the interest of open communication, I have something to say.”

Taehyung smiled and you continued. “I still like you too...a lot; and right now, I really want to hold your hand.” 

His fingers linked delicately with your own, eyelashes dropping down onto his cheeks as he pulled your hand into his lap. “How’s this?” He asked.

“Good.” You breathed, staring up at him, dark eyes meeting yours. “You’re so beautiful.” You whispered. 

His smile was blinding as he brought your hand to his mouth leaving one small kiss to your knuckles. “So are you.” He then reached for his cup and held it up towards you. “To new beginnings.”

You grinned, grabbing your own and clinking it against his. “To new beginnings.”

                                                     ~~~~~~~

This is the second to last chapter! Wow! Next chapter will be the conclusion to a story that I started in 2017. I’m excited and sad to say goodbye, but not gonna be too sad yet. We still have one more chapter! Thank you so much for reading and please let me know what you think. To be honest, this chapter gives me mixed feelings, but maybe that’s just because all the feelings of the OC are the ones I’m going through right now so it’s very personal. 

Love you guys!

Nora

Chapter 14

Chapter 16 (finale)

Copyright © 2017  by taeken-my-heart (Nora.) All rights reserved.

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hear me out- Peter begging and begging Tony to take him roller skating until finally Tony snaps and rents out the rink for a week, hires a team to go in and redo the carpets and floors and stuff (because his baby deserves the best), buys Peter brand new skates that are custom made for him and takes him skating. Except Tony can't skate and fucking eats the ground the first time he tries. And Peter just busts out laughing because he knew that was gonna happen.

I need it.

Peter holding Tony's hand and leading him around the rink and everytime Tony thinks he's gonna fall he either grabs on to Peter- so they both hit the ground- or he scrambles for the wall.

Tony going behind the snack bar and fixing them both popcorn.

Peter getting one of those huge lollipops and skating really fast while giving Tony A Look™ and making sure the older man can see how pink and perfect his lips are wrapped around his treat.

Tony buys the skating rink from the owners so Peter will always be able to skate whenever he wants to and buying his Petey Pie a bunch of short short and crop tops saying they're "skater clothes".

Peter wearing them with a knowing smile and doing tons of splits and bends to show off for his slowly-but-surely-improving skater boyfriend.

I neeeeeed ittttttt tt

[sassycassie-s-series]

All My Fault 26

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

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

Rating: PG/K+

Notes: (Masterlist) This is a kinda long one at 2,212 words, but WOOHOO more stuff is happening! We’re getting over closer to their confession y’all! If you’re wondering, no I don’t really know how to do short series XD Just LOOOOONG slow burns XD

Tag List (Open): @batboys-and-other-messes @haylo4ever @lostredrobin @probsjosh​ @spooder-moon @welovegroot

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25

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Damian glared at Dick over the top of his sketchbook. Per Alfred’s orders, he was on bedrest until the next morning, and it was the day after he arrived. So, another twenty-four hours in bed. McCloud had gone to bed herself after Damian’s hand twitched in the cave and woke her up at 2:30AM, so Alfred sent her to bed.

Which meant that when Damian got transferred up to his own bed, Dick decided to keep him company.

At first it wasn’t so bad. Dick just sat at Damian’s desk on his laptop and started going over crime rates and actually helped Damian type up his mission report to submit to the Watchtower’s records. And then… Dick got bored.

“C’mon, Little D,” Dick teased. “Don’t you think Nora Wayne has a nice ring to it?”

“Grayson, so help me, if you make one more joke regarding the feelings I have for her I will strip you to your mask and briefs and string you up on the GCPD tower with the Bat-signal shining right on you for everyone to see,” Damian growled, going back to a sketch of Titus he’d been working on that morning. Dick spun around in the desk chair, giving Damian a skeptically raised right eyebrow.

“I'm so glad you’re willing to just admit to my face that you are such a goner for her,” he said brightly.

“Grayson, I'm warning you,” Damian snapped, jaw clenched.

“Just admit to me you think Nora Wayne has a nice ring to it and I’ll let it go,” Dick said playfully. Damian closed his eyes with a resigned sigh.

“Tt. Alright. Whatever. It has a nice ring to it. Sure.” And I most definitely have not already thought of that many times over, he added silently.

“Glad you agree. Because if she became Nora Wayne, you’d no longer have to call her McCloud all the time. Heaven forbid you call anyone by their first name. I imagine Alfred and Bruce would be delighted to have a Mrs. Wayne again.”

“And if she chose not to give up McCloud?” Damian challenged.

Dick shrugged. “Then that’s her choice. You still wouldn’t have to call her McCloud anymore. You could call her something cute instead.” He paused. “Like honey or baby or something.” Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Through the slightly open door, they could hear familiar music drifting from down the hall.

A smile pulled on Dick’s face. Damian slowly lifted up his sketchbook and hid behind it to avoid further teasing.

McCloud was singing Phantom of the Opera from her bedroom. Her door was probably open and she might have just gotten out of the shower or something. She had a nice voice. It was Broadway-levels of loud without being Broadway trained. She tended to belt dramatically and not care how it sounded. Like the time before the charity ball when she thought she was alone and sang Total Eclipse of the Heart in the Batcave.

Dick peeked up over the top of Damian’s sketchbook. “You hear that?” he asked with an ecstatic smile.

“Yes,” Damian said flatly, not giving his eldest brother the satisfaction of a reaction.

“She’s singing both parts of a duet,” Dick pointed out.

“Indeed,” Damian agreed, tone completely monotone.

“Sooo… why don’t you sing the other part?”

“I don’t sing,” Damian snapped.

Dick sighed. “Cloudy is the only fun person in this family,” he muttered. Damian rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue.

^^^^^

“Gooood morning, Cloudy!” Jason greeted brightly as I went down into the kitchen to get some breakfast before checking up on Damian again.

“Morning Jay,” I replied tiredly, through a wide yawn.

“Sleep well?”

I tilted my head to either side to loosen up the muscles. “Kinda,” I replied.

“You ditched patrol to snooze on Damian’s bedside. Must be a little stiff.”

“Technically, I fell asleep before you left and no one bothered to wake me up.” The sarcasm in my voice wasn’t lost on Jason. He snickered.

“That’s fair,” he relented.

I munched half-heartedly on a bowl of dry cereal that I wasn’t in the mood for and sighed. “I'm gonna go see if he’s okay.”

“Loved your shower performance, by the way,” Jason offered.

I pushed some of my damp hair out of my face. “Thanks,” I said, leaving the kitchen with my bowl of dry Cookie Crisps. Alfred would be cross if I got cereal dust on anything, so I carefully managed not to. Besides, the boys left half-eaten candy bars on the floors of their rooms and had gotten chocolate on the carpet more times than I bothered to count. My room was spotless by comparison.

When I reached Damian’s door, it was half-open. I could hear Dick humming inside, and if I listened hard enough I could hear the scratching of Damian’s pencil too. I lifted one hand and knocked. “Morning,” I called.

“Mornin’ Cloudy!” Dick replied loudly.

“Good morning, McCloud,” Damian added.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

There was a pause. “If you’d like,” Damian said.

I ducked through the door.

Damian was sitting up in bed on a pile of plush pillows with the sheet over his lower body. His upper body was bare, save for the bandages wrapped around his injuries. His bruises were smaller—healing. His sketchbook was on his lap. I could see a drawing of Titus on the page. I examined his injuries briefly—and absolutely did not pay attention to his physique—and perched at the foot of his bed.

“How you feelin’, Damian?” I asked casually, popping some cereal into my mouth.

He shrugged. “Absolutely fine. But Alfred won’t let me do anything till tomorrow morning.”

“That’s a good thing,” I said. “Gives you more time to heal.”

Damian regarded me, searching my face like he was searching for any sign of mocking. But I wasn’t mocking him. Just genuinely believing that Alfred’s orders were sound. I chewed on another small handful of cereal and threw a piece at Dick when he opened his mouth. He caught it expertly and laughed in victory.

“Tt,” Damian muttered.

Dick shut his laptop. “You gonna keep him company for a while, Clouds?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“Okay. I'm gonna go get some stuff done. I gotta go make some calls,” Dick said, leaving the room. He didn’t shut the door behind him, which I was grateful for. A shut door would make me uncomfortable.

“Bye!” I called after him.

“Bye!” Dick singsonged. He whistled down the hallway.

I turned my attention back to Damian. “Cookie Crisp?” I asked, offering him the bowl.

He shook his head. “That much sugar would make me ill,” he said. “Thank you for offering though.”

I shrugged and ate another handful. “No problem,” I said. “How are you feeling, really?” I asked.

Damian glanced over my shoulder at the door. “I'm alright,” he said. “My injuries ache and throb but nothing else is new. I just… the mission failed. It’s no one’s fault. But it was my idea so it seems like my fault. It’s my fault I was injured this badly. It’s my fault we didn’t get the speedsters back. It’s my fault that I worried you when I turned up barely conscious. It’s my fault—”

“Stop,” I said. “It’s not your fault. You’re too hard on yourself. You blame yourself for things you have no control over. So you couldn’t get the speedsters out of the Speed-Force. So what? You tried. And that’s what matters. It’s not your fault that I'm here, out of time, either. It’s the Time Bombs’ fault. So do yourself a favor and relax.”

Damian opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it when I cocked an eyebrow. Then he sighed. “Fine,” he muttered.

I crossed my legs under me at the foot of his bed and leaned forward. “So how’s your Titus picture?” I asked.

“Fine,” he answered, turning the sketchbook to show it to me.

“Looks great,” I said.

“Thank you,” he said automatically. He bit his lip and looked up at me. “Really. Thank you.”

I smiled. “Of course. How did you sleep?”

“Fine. I should be asking that question to you though.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I woke up at about one-thirty in the morning to you sleeping with your head on the edge of the gurney.”

“Oh. Yeah I slept okay till Alfred ordered me to bed about an hour later when I woke up because you twitched.”

“Apologies.”

“Nah it’s okay. It was better for my neck to go to bed like a normal person,” I joked. Damian smirked. It wasn’t so tired and weak anymore. I liked his more alert smirk. It had a mischievous quality to it that made me feel like a kid meeting a new friend who was ultimately going to get me in so much trouble for doing something my parents told me not to do like swim in a creek or something.

“Then perhaps I’ll rescind my apology,” he said.

“Nah. I’ll still accept it because it used to be rare for you to apologize.”

“Tt. I was a bit of a brat when I was younger, wasn’t I?” he mused, grinning slightly.

“Mmhmm!” I agreed, eating more cereal. Damian snorted. “But,” I added, “you were also a good kid at heart who was doing his best with what he had to work with. You weren’t raised like a normal kid and frankly arrogance can be confidence if you can back up your claims. Which you often did.”

Damian regarded me. “Thank you,” he said. “That is… very kind of you.”

I smiled. “‘Course,” I said.

Damian looked between me and his sketchbook for a moment. “There’s… there’s something I want to show you,” he said thoughtfully.

“Uh… okay,” I replied.

He threw his covers off.

“Hey, wait, Damian,” I protested, “Alfred said you’re supposed to stay in bed till tomorrow.”

Damian gave me a cocked eyebrow, waiting for me to back down. I gave him the same look, refusing to back down. Waynes were ridiculously stubborn, but I wasn’t a doormat either. “You wouldn’t be able to reach what I’d like to show you, McCloud,” Damian said, getting out of bed. “And getting something from my closet won’t hurt me.”

I glared at him from the foot of the bed as he crossed to his closet and pulled down a box that was up on the high top shelf. He brought it over and dropped it by my knees. He sat on the other side of the dusty box and let the lid flop carelessly on the floor.

Inside was a pile of old sketchbooks, several of the bottom ones with yellowing pages.

I tensed up. Damian didn’t really show off his art to too many people. Sure he showed me his painting of the picture I’d posted on Twitter and his designs for my charity ball dress, but his sketchbooks were far more private. I only saw the drawing he did of me when I first got to the future because Jason dropped the sketchbook on my lap. I looked up at him, with surprise on my face.

“You alright?” he asked with a small grin.

“You’re… trusting me with this?” I replied.

“Of course. I'm showing you the practice sketches of the drawings I used to give the family every year for the day you went missing. Grayson would keep his for a while and then insisted I keep the drawings I gave to him.” He dug into the box and pulled out a folder that had several pages of sheet protectors in them and passed it to me. I pulled it open. “Those are the finished products. They look the best,” he added.

I flipped through the drawings. Each one was beautiful, and I could see how his art style improved over the eight years I’d been missing due to the time jump. There were eight of them. “Did you use references for these?” I asked. “Because I'm pretty sure I never looked like that.” I pointed to the one of me—dated 2025—in a flowing gown dancing with a partner whose face couldn’t be seen. The gown looked like it was being blown by a fantasy wind that also caught my hair.

Damian grinned. “No. I made that one up. Grayson asked if I would draw you dancing because he said he would forever remember you as a dancer. I decided I could take some liberties with it,” he said. I chuckled.

“And the one with the wings?”

“I was fourteen and Grayson said you were an angel. What would you expect?”

While I looked through the finished sketches Damian had drawn for Dick in greater detail, Damian pulled out the others he’d done for everyone else, explaining them and reminding me that the family loved me. I looked between the drawings and their artist, feeling flattered and amazed that he always depicted me in such beautiful ways. Most of them had me laughing and smiling in some way.

“I really don’t know what to say,” I said. “They’re all incredible.”

Damian ducked his head and avoided my eyes. “Thank you.”

Next

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[xiii-jb-46]

Be my Joker and I'll be you Harley quinn

A/N: Okay so the picture I posted of Jordan being a rapist has been stuck in my mind for a while. I've even made storys for it in my head but they are so weird I didn't bother to write them but you know Valentine's day is today (yesterday for me) so I wanted to do a bit of a dark twist to this sad holiday TT (I'm single af) Now I know some people don't like the whole idea of falling in-love with the killer or rapist but this is sweet pea....and its Valentine's day can't just make it sad.

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I looked at the familiar walls and the familiar floor. It was a fully furnished room but the room would send shivers down your spine with one glance of the door. The wallpaper was tearing and the carpet had red stains on it from the beatens I had recieved when I first got here. My clothes torn and wripped from him tearing them then raping my body.

He has done it so many times that I've got used to it. He would say the only reason why he did this was because if he couldn't have me then no one could. He hated the fact I would look down on him like he was trash. I knew who he was before all this and I never looked down on him.

"Princess?" The door opened and I looked up. He had flowers, chocolates and a teddy bear. So its 14th of February. He placed them on the desk he gave me and walked to me kneelimg infront.

He brushed my hair away from my face and smiled. "So pretty." His smile would kill millions of girls but sent chills down my spine.

He grazed his thumb over my lips smiling then slowly lowering his hand around my neck. He slid them down a bit resting on top of my breast. "So pretty." He kissed my lips and he pulled back I hit his nose with my head.

He growled like a dog and looked at me with eyes filled with lust and anger. "Now princess be nice before you know what would happen." I rolled my eyes and when my rest came back to his. They darken almost pure black and I was scared.

He picked me up and places on the bed. Hovering over my weak body. One hand tracing my figure, the other pinning my hands above my head. He leaned down bitting my lower lip and then sneaked his tounge in my mouth. He slowly grinned his bulge against my heat and he could feel how wet I was. I hated it but some how it felt good.

He leaned up and said "Happy Valentine's baby girl." He stood up and had his hands behind his back.

The door bursted open and a Swat team came in, pinning him to the wall. It happened so fast I don't remember most of it but all I remember was the last words he said to me. "I love you Y/N. Don't ever forget that." Before being dragged out and I was covered with a blanket and carried out of the buliding. I remember looking around and realised was I was in Greendale then passing out.

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"Thank you Y/N for that." The Judge says to me. He looked at me and said I could walk back to my spot I sat. Walking past Sweet pea made my heartbreak for some reason. I don't know why.

Could I have feelings for him? No I can't thats wrong. I hate it. I walk back to the judge and ask if I could say something once more.

"I know my parents will disagree but Sweets," I look at him. The orange suit suiting him really well. His hair slightly messy but the on hair that always curls on his foread was still their, " I forgive you. I know you did it for love. Everyone has a different level of passion. Some people don't have enough and some have too much. I forgive you Sweets." A smile crepted on his face and for once I didn't find it creepy.

Maybe I am going crazy. Oh well. I walked dowm the little stair case and looked at my friends who would soon call me crazy. My family who would soon disown me and my life that would soon change. Did I care? No. I hated this life.

It was like life had flashed at me during those days with him. I hates this feeling but who could ignore it? I walked up to him and pulled him kissing him. He was surprised and he wasn't the only one. I let him go and walked off. I looked at my friends and my most trusted and loyal friend smiled at me. She stayed knowing I would like to know how long he was going to be imprisoned.

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"What you did was pretty brave." My friends all sat with me. They didn't care about how I fell-in-love they say with my kidnapper.

"Yeah and it's not like he is 50. He is only 17."

"Love comes in so many ways." My prediction was right though my entire family disowned me beside my mother and sister. My friends didn't care really. They knew me since diapers and had a hanch I wasn't all humble, sane girl so they just sat in the bunker we found some smoking and playing cards.

"He is pretty cute though."

"Back off grace! Go to your boyfriends and teacher crush!" We all laugh and this made me realise that no one is perfect.

"He is only sentenced for 10 years because the judge said you forgave him and since that whole kiss scene happended he eased the sentence.

"Cool that means in ten years he will be 27 and we can still have kids." My friend skye lookes at me and then looks at her stomach.

"Have you had your period yet? You normally have it a 2 weeks before I have mine and I'm having mine." My eyes widen and Jade and millice rush to the store. When they got back I went behind a tree and peed on the stick. I came back around and we all waited in the bunker.

The test showed postive and my face dropped. "How many times did he do it?"

"8."

"Out of 3 weeks!?"

"Times a day." They were shocked and mine was scared yet happy. I didn't knkw what to feel. I love the father but what if he or she was like his father? I don't want that. What if he or she found out about this. The whole kidnapping thing?

"Don't freak out. Tomorrow we will go to the prison and tell him." I looked at them and nod.

"Great. Just great."

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I walked through the gate and to the reception office. "Who you visting sweetie?" The nice lady looked at me.

"Sweet pea." I mumble and she smiles once again repeats what she said.

"Sweet pea." I say louder and her face drops.

"Isn't sad what he did to that girl and she fell-in-love with him. They are both crazy." I nod biting my tounge. I'm not crazy.

A guard guides me to the another room and there was a plaster wall blocking me from the inside. I smiled when Sweet pea came in and sat down on the chair. I grabbed the phone and so did he.

"Missed me already princess?" I laughed rolling my eyes.

"Sweet pea I need to tell you something," He looks at me seriously and chills ran down my spine. That same feeling again I got from that room. Flashback came but I tried to shake them away, "I'm pregrent."

His face seemed joyful and he did smile. "Great baby girl. I'm going to be a father." We talked for as long as they let us and soon I left with a smile.

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[beanxuans]

Mark Does Gaming // Mark Lee

Summary : Mark is a rising Youtuber with over 3 million subscribers, one of his most famous channels is his gaming account.

"MARK LEE BACK AGAIN WITH ANOTHER VIDEO."

• [forgive me, this is my first]

• [how do i start this???]

• [okay, let's get it started!]

• the type to have multiple channels because he didn't want his account to be cluttered. Subscribers got super annoyed that his "aesthetic" channel suddenly had roblox let's plays

• once tried to whisper rap into his wannabe asmr video

• more onto his gaming channel

• Youtube name is MarkIsAbsolutelyCapable, got it from a rap verse back in freshmen year and changed it because it was too long

• he named his fandom Mork Porks even tho the most voted in the twitter poll was Markers

• the channel started with him playing FNAF and ever since that day, tried to complete the whole series

• Mork Porks named him the Prince of FNAF and Mark has never gone back since

• HIS TITLES ARE MOSTLY IN UPPERCASE LETTERS, I SWEAR TO GOD fite me

• his editor is Renjun and fired Lucas because he edited a stream with him picking his nose

• his thumbnails and titles are extra because he forced Renjun to add memes, he also writes his own titles for the video

• "Mark, are you sure you want me to upload this?" "Of course, why would I not want my head pasted onto a roblox character?"

• title ex: I BECAME ONE WITH MARIO | Super Mario can transform????

• Mork Porks are the loudest fandom you can ever believe

• Cries in a corner every time he dies in a game and has to restart. Or he rages and ends up killing his character by accident

• Nick names all the characters he comes across as his friends and family

• "Freddy Fazbear looks like Johnny... hey Johnny" [gets killed] "Come on Johnny, what did I ever do to you?"

• Yelled that Haechan is Baby and it didn't end well. Haechan literally went inside the recording booth and smacked Mark in the middle of game

• After he fired Lucas, Lucas created his own gaming channel and became competition for Mark

• Lubears vs Mork Porks, but the two are roomates

• Lucas and Mark didn't talk for a week but ended up making up because Lucas said he missed him. I swear to god their room probably had a curtain that separated them. Mark said he couldn't be the editor anymore and Lucas got pissed, but soon got over it when he hit 2 mil

• Lucas barrows Mark's recording booth and Mark hates it.

• LUCAS USES IT FOR HIS CHALLENGE VIDEOS AND ENDS UP MAKING A MESS. Mark found chocolate on the walls, Lucas got slime stuck in the carpet multiple times, had powdered sugar stick everywhere from cookie decorating, and also had meat fall on the mic from trying to cook wraps

• Most of his friends have Youtube channels and tried to collab with all of them but Chenle said no because Mark was too poor

• Met Renjun online because he asked Mark if he could do his subtitles in both Mandarin and Korean for his free time

• Renjun became a foreign exchange student in Korea and ended up being Lucas and Mark's roommate

• Renjun has to edit so mamy videos a day. Especially since, Mark made over 10 "My New YouTube Channel, and Why." videos.

• His intro used to be a capella of him saying, "IT'S MARK" "WHAT UP" "BACK AGAIN" "MARK MARK MARK" in the tone of Yeah by Usher but changed it to a r&b rap song once Youtube became trendy

• Old Mork Porks got sad because of the change, but new Mork Porks were the trendy aesthetic kids and loved it

• the Mork Pork a cappella became the outro of his videos

• the edits in his videos include fire emojis, outdated meme songs, blue tears TT, memes of all his friends and family, and weird noises he's made throughout his channel

• he's been a Youtuber since 2015 but became famous after a video of him was edited by a Mork Porks, him saying "oh sh*t I dropped it" remixed, and played over wii music

• he used to have all his curse words bleeped out but Renjun got to tired of having to edit out so many curse words, Mork Porks even started to point out which ones he missed

• "1.27, 3.34, 6.29, 7.43, 9.16...."

• Curses so much his videos are 13+

• Renjun doesn't have a Youtube channel, but is always featured in Mark's videos since he's always pointed out and teased by Mark and Lucas

• Mark and Lucas never forget to tell Renjun he's the shortest in their clan, DREAM

• DREAM is their clan of 1999 - 2002 liners and own a Youtube Channel together, always brought up by Mork Porks

• Renjun is mostly behind the camera and you can hear him speaking from time to time

• Mark travels back from Korea to Canada and ends up gaming in any random place that he feels comfortable

• whatta nuisance

• when Renjun can't edit, he does it himself and video ends up weirder than usual

• his neighbors hate him and Lucas, but is forgiven because Renjun is always the one who apologizes

• thought it was appropriate to have game theories in his channel

• Mork Porks always comment who was first to comment, Mark pins the first comment as if it was a competition

• Over uses the fire emoji 🔥🔥🔥

• Mark wants to have more fans so he tries to speak Madarin, Japanese, Korean, and English. But can't speak half the languages

• Spoke 4 different languages in one sentence and Mork Porks won't let him live

• eats during his videos

• roasts and talks to the characters in the game as if they can hear him

• Mark loves his Mork Porks, so he always has merch ready for them if they reach a milestone on his channel

• "WE HIT 5 MILLION SUBSCRIBERS LAST WEEK!! *party horn* So, I thought it was a good idea to have merch ready for y'all if we reached our goal...."

[quest-draws]

Excerpt from The Story of the Seven: Reconstructed, an archival initiative seeking to recreate Madame Lucretia’s original notes with as much accuracy as possible. The following has been compiled by comparing post-Story accounts from dozens of dedicated chroniclers, with oversight from Madame Lucretia and the available members of the Starblaster’s crew. 

Excerpt begins 

Cycle 36, day 6

     We’ve finally found a sign of civilization, as well as plausible evidence that we are all blind idiots. As we flew over yet more icy foothills, Merle (Of all of us!) noticed that one of the mounds appeared to be smoking. Under more careful examination we realized that these ‘foothills’ were actually snowed-covered buildings, meaning it is quite likely the other foothills we’ve seen the past few days were also actually buildings. 

     We, the best and brightest of our deceased world, saviors of multiple realities, the last and only line of defense against the relentless malevolence of the Hunger, wasted nearly a week looking for signs of life when there were entire cities directly under our hull. At the risk of sounding pessimistic, I think this world may be fucked. 

     Now that we’ve realized our mistake, Captain wants us to backtrack and see if we can find a settlement closer to Lup and Barry’s original prediction of the Lights trajectory. However, Lup’s trying to convince him that we should do some reconnaissance in this village first. 

LT: Look, there’s no point going backwards in this fuckin’ blizzard if we can just-

CD: -We are way, way off, the- they’re your calculations? Do you- 

BB: [crosstalk] They’re our calculations, Lu

LT: [crosstalk] I know.

TT: [crosstalk] You calculated ‘em. calc-calculated the shit outta- 

[LT puts up a hand to silence the others]

LT: Look I’m not dunking on my calculations, cause they’re tight as shit, ‘natch; outside looks like someone put a flock of doves through a woodchipper. You wanna fly through that?

CD: [crosstalk] I’m not- 

MB: [crosstalk] Gross?

LT: [crosstalk] Been flying six days straight, you wanna keep, keep flyin’- 

CD: I don’t wanna fly through the scenario you just made me visualize, no. This is just snow. 

[MB raises his hand kind of awkwardly. Mags, c’mon, you’re not 12]

MB: Uuum, Cap’nport? No offense but you look kinda beat, are you sure?

CD: Wh- excuse me. Are you questioning my piloting abilities, Magnus?

MB: [crosstalk] ‘Course not, just-

CD: [crosstalk] I’ve flown us through, through literal eldritch death pillars - 

MH: [crosstalk] ...do look a little tired -  

MB: I know!

[captain gets out of the pilots seat, oh dear]

CD: What was that? Merle? 

LT: It’s been nearly a week, Captain. You haven’t slept. 

CD: Neither have you!

LT: Yeah, and I’m pissed about it! 

BB: look everyone’s a little frazzled- 

MH: I’m fine. 

BB: [crosstalk] Merle, oh my-

LT: [crosstalk] Merle!

TT: [crosstalk] Hahaha holy fuck Merle! Not the time?

CD: You know what, okay, fine! Okay, we’ll vote. Let’s vote. Who thinks we should go down there? 

[Lup, Mag  LT, MB, and BB all put up their hands]

CD: All right, and who says we should turn back?

[CD, TT, and MH put up their hands]

CD: Lucretia.

TT: Lu- Baby-Lu, fuckin’ put dowait I forgot to put myhandupfuck

LC: I’m not answering to that, but I do thin k 

[TT attepts to take my fuckin

Taako tried to take my journal, and while I understand his intentions it’s imperi

BABY LU NEEDS TO STOP WRITING OUR CONVERSATIONS IN REAL TIME AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE WORLD AROUND HER

BABY LU WILL GET HER JOURNAL BACK WHEN THE GROWN UPS DECIDE WHAT WERE DOING IN THIS FROZEN FUCKING HELLSCAPE 

     After my journal was so rudely stolen, we decided that it would be best to have some of the crew investigate the settlement while the others got some rest. Captain landed the Starblaster just out of sight (not far with the weather) and Lup, Magnus and I made our way into town on foot. We were ushered into the smoking building Merle first noticed almost as soon as we were in sight of it. It’s apparently some sort of tavern/town hall, with one long, open room punctuated by tables and some truly massive support beams. 

     Chiana, the innkeeper (or possibly Mayor? Chief? They are definitely some measure of authority figure) was quite unsettled by our sudden appearance. It’s apparently unusual for people to travel between communities at this time of year, especially in the middle of the night (which it apparently is. We seriously lost track of time with the storm blocking out the suns). They’ve insisted on putting us up until the storm settles some. We have of course accepted, but we decided that it might be best not to mention our true intentions here. They were spooked just by us appearing in a blizzard, we don’t need to bring up the rest of it. We notified Capn’port that we’ll be staying a few days to gather info, and since then Lup and Magnus have been having quite the time chatting with the assorted patrons/guests. 

     This really is quite a spectacular building. The ceiling is only about 7 ft. high (Lup and Mags can both touch the ceiling), but it’s so wide and long it doesn’t feel cramped. It’s hard to estimate how large it is exactly; the hall is a patchwork of additions, none of which quite match up. Here an extra nook were the hall was widened, there a slight indent were an old support must have collapsed. Wood flooring giving way to tile, tile being overtaken by carpet, and then carpet receding back to wood again. The support beams are the only consistent element, solid blocks of wood punctuating the room at even intervals. 

    But the room’s really dominated by the kitchens and the dance floor. The kitchens are spaced along the northern wall about 50 ft. from one another, one in each corner and the last right in the center. The latter is the only one operational at the moment, and Chiana’s not making anything more complicated than some mulled cider (which, for the sake of accurate chronicling, I must say is delicious). I thought at first the stove here was heating the hall, and while it’s fairly large on closer inspection that doesn’t seem plausibe. It’s far too warm, even in the farther corners. I suppose the surrounding snow might provide some insulation? 

     Besides that, there’s a raised dance platform in the center of the hall, in front of the middle kitchen. Lup’s dragged Magnus and a two middle aged women onto it, though there isn’t any music at this hour. She's currently waving at me to come join them. I’ve been nursing the drink Chianna gave me so I’d have an excuse to stay seated, but I think I’d better relent before Lup tries to physically drag me up there. They’re really acting silly tonight, but I suppose we all needed to blow off some steam. 

     Alright. Okay. I probably should have noticed this when I first started drinking, but the alcohol here seems to be quite a bit stronger then I’m used too? Or what Lup and Magnus are used too. I didn’t notice until I went out on the dance floor and I kind of tripped but at first I thought that was just me being clumsy or tired, but then when I started actually dancing it was worse like, I’m usually a good dancer. And Lup was acting especially silly and so was magnus, even though he should have a better constitution than us because he’s not a squishy wizard he’s a beefcake. Lup said that. 

Fuck okay I am definitely a little tipsy here I should stop writing. But I was going to write somethig down it was important? we were dancing, and then I was stumbling and I said like Lup I feel kinda tipsy but I only had one drink and she said Aaaaaww ‘Creesha, you are suuuuuuuuuch a lightweight lol but then she fell over and Magnus laughed and one of the ladies we were dancing with asked how much she’d had and shed had three, which made them laugh because apparently threes a lot here. And then we all sat down for a bit and we were talking about travelling and it was kind bullshit because we are trying to blend but we mentioned THE LIGHT THAT 

THAT WAS IT LIGHT LIGT light the light what was that aaaaah what was OH MY GOD I CAN’T REMEMBER THE REST FUCK I [[handwriting becomes illegible]]

okay okay I went back to talk again and I had a few more drinks because chiana gave me more drinks they are actually super sweet i mean chianna. Chianas super sweet. They actualysaw  the light when it landed sorta they saw a flash through the storm but not in the direction we came. Lup’s been trying to redo her calculations on some napkins she thinks the blizzard had something to do with it but shes still  really smashed I dont think now a good time for math Lup 

Lucretia darling are you gonna nag me or are you gonna oh my god I dont know how to spell half those words Lup Im a fucking drunk journalist dont pull the fucking jargon out on me

Barry please tell me what Lups saying in words drunk  journalist understands

A drunk? Lucretia? Whats going on?

Lup: Baaaaaarrry holy shit did you remember to to do the thing for the storm

BB: Lup? Lup you’re- Lucretia give your stone to Lup I can hardly understand her

LT: hiiiiiiiiiiiii barold, hiiiiiiiii, we fucked uuuuuup

BB: oh wow youre super smashed

LT we fucked up Barry! we didnt-interference! the storm created interference and we fucked up the direction and

BB Lup that doesn’t make anysense? our equipment relies mostly on magical energy unless the storm has arcane origins

LT: oh hey, MORRISON DOES THE STORM HAVE ARCANE ORIGINS?

Morison: MS: (shes one of the dancing ladies) I dunno where arcane is but the storms local. amma constein cursed the whole country side bout 20 years ago after liddy halloway dumped her

SEE BARRY

BB: okay yeah that would definitely throw off our readings but its not like we could have known that beforehand. I mean we know now, so I suppose its a good thing you guys went down there even if you also got fucking wasted, for some reason

?: whose fucking wasted (oh its taako

TT: heeeey chucklefucks whats this about you getting crunk on your uuuuh super important potentially, world saving info gathering mission?

MB taako taaaaaakoooooooo booze is super cool down here? I had a bunch

TT: eh yup I could guess

MB: but not like a super bunch? A little bunch. Its suuuuper strong its great

TT hahaha oh. oh you are so lucky cap’nports asleep. What about you, baby lu? tell me-tell me you, at least are treating this mission with the uh, gravity and maturity it fucking-fucking nesessitates fuck you taako im 58

TT whelp haha BB please just give m emy stone back  

im 5 fucking 8!!! Im not a baby godamnit. Im a grown ass women ill get as crunk as I fuckin wanna on this sweet ass booze and you cant have any taako you bitch hahahahha oh my god lucy someone please tell me shes still writing this down I nee

taakos a jackass im a grown fucking ass women an he wasnt even really a hundred when he joined cause hes a LIAR and A JERK comparatively in terms of relativ ageing im more an adult then him but he still calls me baby lu he could call me lucy or creesh like Lup calls me that i love her she? so nice Lup brought me another drink and we danced more but not well cause everthings floaty and I lay down so my head wouldnt float to high the ceilings still really low Lup lay down with e and magnus came in he was screaming cause he went out in the snow he was trying to do the dip thing were you go in a hot spring right after but theres no spring only cold magnus. everythigs only cold magnus why do you do this to yourself?magnus. chiana is making him sit by the stove in the kitchen and they wont give us any more drinks i told them i was 58 and also an alien but that didnt convince them which is probably fair. they dont know. taako knows he has no excuse

chianna gave us a room and its really dark its in the basement it super warm I think there actually is a hot spring but like underneath sorry mags that probablywhat you were thinking but still. super dumb. god Im gonna be so bad in the morning. the storms clearing up a little so well probably go then I hope captains not mad Im not sure he knows but we proly found the light so he cant be too mad. I  need sleep. I need to sleep. good night journal Ill miss you love Lucretia

Cycle 36, day 7

Firstly, I am never drinking again. Ever. Secondly, as soon as I get back to the ship, I am burning these pages. Posterity is not worth this level of embarrassment. 

Cycle 36, day 8

     Lup, Magnus and I had some trouble getting back. Though we weren’t nearly as intoxicated as the previous night, we weren’t precisely sober either. Between Magnus stopping to puke every five minutes, Lup’s persisting lack of balance, my truly excruciating headache, and all the motherfucking, goddamned snow, we nearly got lost on the mile-long hike back to the ship. The others had a field day teasing us, and I can’t even be mad at them for it. Looking over my own notes is literally, viscerally painful. To reiterate: I am never. Drinking. Again.

     I am not going to destroy those pages, however. It’s the only written account I have of what Chiana and the others told us about the Light, and it would be irresponsible to get rid of them before we’ve properly found it. Besides, Lup and Taako both practically begged me to keep it in. I don’t understand why Lup want’s this reminder of our idiocy to remain in tact, but damn she is hard to argue with. She’s also tried to insist that “baby-Lu” is a compliment, but won’t explain how so. I take back all the nice things drunk me said about her. 

     Maybe later I’ll go back and just stick a summary were those pages are, but for the mean time they’ll have to stay.

      I spent most of yesterday just resting, once we got back. I don’t think I honestly realized how tired I was until then. It’s only been 8 days since the last apocalypse, most of which we spent searching, frantic and blind in a literally cursed blizzard. Much as I hate to say it, I may need to take Taako’s advice and stop chronicling in real time. Just for a bit. I’ll pick it up again when we find the Light. 

     Time to go save another world.

End of excerpt. 

[editors note: Can I just formally request that, should we ever see Fisher and Junior again, I be permitted to feed these pages to them, in hopes that they might be erased permanently this time? Please?

- LC ]

[editors note: Madame Lucretia’s request is noted and denied.

- TT ] 

[alexamartin1992]

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[thelittleredheadedmusician]

Glittered

Day 2 of Batfam Week is Shenanigans so please enjoy some Dead Robins Club pranks. As usual it can be found here on my ao3. Rating: G Words: 1,538 Gen

Stephanie smirked, the water balloon in her left hand had been filled with liberal amounts of glitter before being filled with water. As had all the balloons she had in the bag that rested against her hip. Peering around the corner she could just make out her target. Standing in the middle of the large, wood paneled, filled with priceless antiques – most of which were Wayne family heirlooms – hall was Dick Grayson. He shifted his weight on the plush carpet, eyeing a particularly large vent opening. Steph’s smirk grew, he thought that she had gone through the manor’s duct work. Boy was he going to be surprised.

Readying the balloon, she ducked out into the hall with a battle cry of “Hey Dick-face!” Chucking the soon to be glitter grenade with perfect aim as Dick whirled on her, startled. It hit him square on the chest, bursting with a splash that soaked Dick and simultaneously coated him in glitter. Steph took a second to admire her work before giving a whoop and sprinting away.

She ducked into a spare bedroom and shoved herself under the desk. When she heard Dick run past she wiggled out and doubled back. Her remaining balloons were still intact but Steph needed to regroup with the rest of her team. Her route through the Manor was a bit overkill in how elaborate it was, a way to keep herself from being found and followed as well as to throw off suspicion on where their base of operations was.

She reached the laundry room and lightly knocked three times before slipping through the door. Damian and Jason looked up at her from where they were making more glitter balloons in the sink. “Dick now looks more disco worthy than his old costume,” she said smugly.

“Ha! Nice. Is it just Cass left?” Jason asked. He deftly tied a balloon shut before adding it to the pile already filling a laundry basket they had commandeered.

“And Father. Unless we want to rescind Gordon’s immunity?” Damian raised a brow.

Jason shook his head. “We want Barbie to give us the video footage of this, we are not pissing her off.”

“Yeah, and I have to work with her. I’m not gonna go anywhere near her with one of these babies,” Steph said.

“-tt- Cowards.”

“So you’re going after Bruce?” Steph shot back at the youngest bird. She placed her hands on her hips as she raised a brow.

Damian sneered and Jason laughed. “Nah. B is mine. You two get to take Cass.”

“That hardly seems fair to Cassandra,” Damian said.

“Lookit ninja boy, we just went over the fact that I’m not stupid. You wanna take on the much older and more skilled ninja girl by yourself then be my guest.” Stephanie perched herself on the counter and carefully added more balloons to her bag.

Jason snorted. “Yeah Demon Brat, have fun and good luck. It was nice knowing you.”

Damian gave a short -tt- but was obviously defeated. He pulled on an overly large sweatshirt and started filling the pocket with balloons. Jason got rid of the evidence and grabbed the laundry basket with the remaining balloons for himself.

“Ok Dead Robins Club, I need a status report.” He looked at them seriously and Steph couldn’t stop her snort.

“Drake was taken completely unaware but has since notified the others via text message. Thomas was resigned to his fate but Grayson and Cassandra made attempts to avoid theirs.” Damian said equally serious.

Steph burst out laughing. The plan to glitter the others as a loving prank had been her own but she didn’t think that the boys would actually be down for it. It had turned their day into a quasi-spy mission and was a lot of fun.

“And Steph just took care of Dickiebird and I got Harper as soon as she stepped foot in the manor.” Jason nodded.

“Ohmygod. She was so confused and pissed!” Steph laughed. Damian smirked and surprisingly offered a fist bump which she eagerly accepted.

“Barbie is on our side, Bruce is oblivious, Alfred cannot know or I won’t get good cooking for a month, and Cass is on the run.”

Damian gave a curt nod and Steph jumped down. “That sounds right. So you’re going to hope Dick hasn’t tattled on us and surprise Bruce while we’re going after Cass. Alright team! Let’s do this!” She grinned at the boys who smiled back for once.

They crept out of the laundry room and Jason waved as he headed towards the study. Steph and Damian went the opposite way in search of Cass. They knew she would be expecting them by this point but if she would try and avoid the glitter or embrace it was unknown. The first place they were going to check for her was the smaller, secondary ballroom that Bruce had converted into a dance studio for her. Their route there was just as circuitous as Steph’s route to the laundry room. Doubling back multiple times and going out of their way in an attempt to not run into Alfred. As they neared the studio the sound of music could be heard from within.

Steph grinned at Damian who looked a tad surprised. She assumed he wasn’t expecting it to be so easy. Carefully they tiptoed closer and poked their heads into the door. There in the middle of the room was Cass in a ratty pair of pointe shoes practicing her turns. Damian slipped a balloon out of his pocket as Steph grabbed one of her own from her bag.

Cautiously they entered the studio, creeping along the back wall and hoping not to be seen. Suddenly Cass’s voice called out over the music. “Expecting you.” She continued her turns and made no move to run. Damian looked at Steph who just shrugged. Raising their balloons to strike Steph and Damian threw them at Cass with the same accuracy as they threw their batarangs. The other girl simply leapt out of the way, causing the balloons to burst and spatter across the floor.

Damian shared a wide-eyed look with Steph and the two began lobbing the balloons. Cass merely danced around them, avoiding every shot. Only her pointe shoes held any coating of glitter. This was merely because she danced through the puddles.

Finally, Steph and Damian moved to stand on either side of Cass. She gave Steph a wink and a small smirk before spinning on her toes with her arms held out. Steph and Damian both threw one of their last balloons. This time they shattered against Cass and doused her in glitter. She smiled as she admired her wet arms sparkling in the light. After a few seconds Cass returned to her dancing and Damian walked over to Stephanie.

His expression was puzzled, his brow pulled low over his teal eyes. “What was that about?”

Steph shrugged and Cass gave a soft hum before replying “Needed to earn it.”

Steph burst out laughing as her best friend smiled. Of course Cass wanted to be glittered, they just needed a dose a karma after sneaking up on the others. Steph ruffled Damian’s hair as he grumbled and swatted at her hands. “C’mon Dami, let’s find out how Zombie Boy fared.”

As it would happen, Jason had not fared well. He had successfully glitter bombed Bruce, just as Alfred walked in to the study. To say the elderly gentleman was not pleased with their shenanigans for the day would be a severe understatement. Both Steph and Jason were banned from the grounds, with the exception of the cave, for an indefinite amount of time. Meaning they were also not going to be the recipients of Alfred’s famous culinary skills during that time either. Damian was grounded from patrol and given an extensive chore list, he was not allowed out again until the list was finished.

Jason was pouting as he walked with Steph down the manor’s front steps. She was trying to console him to no avail when both of their phones went off. Each of them had received an email from Babs containing the footage of the day’s glitter attacks. Jason smiled as he watched Dick from three separate angles, thanks to the manor’s excellent security and Barbara’s overall skill and mischief of her own. “Alright, getting banned was worth it for this alone,” Jason laughed as he watched the video of Dick again.

Steph chuckled. “Totally. And they’re so gonna get us back and it’s not like we’re banned forever.”

“And Damian needs to learn how to do chores eventually. Otherwise he’ll turn out like Tim and none of us need that.”

Steph laughed as she reached her parked car and Jason his motorcycle. “So overall a win for the Dead Robins Club?”

Stuffing his phone in his pocket he pulled on his helmet and swung a leg over his bike before replying. “Definitely.”

Steph smiled as she watched him peel down the gravel drive. She took one last look at the manor she was temporarily barred from before getting in her own car and heading home. She would find out soon enough that its residents were plotting their revenge.

[tableandteaspoon]

Monday Merriment

Infusing grandeur into otherwise drab Mondays with five things/ideas/events for the week.

I.  In honor of the much anticipated first day of spring tomorrow, I’ll be hosting a brunch over the weekend. A fan of savory over sweet, my plan is to make every egg dish in my repertoire. And no egg-centered menu would be complete without Egg in a Hole. The dish, which has developed a bit of a cult following, is part grilled cheese, part eggs and toast. Consisting of only four ingredients: egg, cheese, bread, and butter, there isn’t a more fun or scrumptious take on the classic breakfast sandwich.

II.  The email inquiry we get most often at T&T headquarters is whether we have settings specific to particular party themes or holidays. The answer is invariably, no. This may surprise you, given that we are in the business of helping people host all of their events in-home. The decision to go with more neutral designs is an aesthetic one. I firmly believe that the foundation of your table - the linens, china, flatware, and glassware, should be timeless and elegant. Accoutrement like flowers, place cards, menus, paper straws, favors, ornaments, etc. can turn most table settings into whatever festive occasion you’re hosting. The best example of this that I’ve seen recently is from a customer who threw an adorable baby shower using our Hadley setting. Simply by adding delicate blue hydrangea and onesie cookies, the otherwise muted gray table became the pinnacle of baby shower chic. Now I need a reason to host a baby shower...

III.  Breaking News! Lilly Pulitzer x POTTERY BARN just happened. A dozen LP obsessed friends immediately came to mind while perusing the collection that debuted Friday. The clothing designer’s iconic bright Palm Beach prints translate perfectly to furniture and textiles. After carefully examining all three lines for PB Home, PB Teen, and PB Kids - here is a roundup of my favorite pieces: Gold Cane Mirror, Handmade Clay Planters, Adevon Upholstered Headboard, Patchwork Baby Bedding, Coraly Indoor/Outdoor Pillow, and Sea Pants Pool Towel.

IV.  The drama coming out of Washington D.C. lately feels eerily similar to prime-time soap opera Melrose Place. Shamefully, I wasted the better part of an hour reading up on former model and ex-White House Communications Director Hope Hicks this morning and in the process stumbled upon her sister Mary’s blog. Based on what we know of Hope, it comes as no surprise that Mary is equally intriguing. The gorgeous blogger is part nursing student/EMT (she’s still riding in ambulances daily at seven-months pregnant), part Greenwich, Connecticut socialite, with flawless taste (save for the Ivanka Trump pumps). Check out The MG Factor next time insomnia hits or you’re in the market for East Coast prep wardrobe inspo and travel tips.

V.  Give into temptation and embrace the unknown for an evening inside the storied walls of the Legion of Honor chaired by yours truly. ArtPoint’s annual gala is inspired by the exhibition Casanova: The Seduction of Europe. This will be ArtPoint’s first black tie gala and inaugural patron dinner with red carpet arrivals by San Francisco’s own Drew Altizer. There are three ticket levels - Patron Dinner, VIP, and General Admission. Please reserve your tickets ASAP, as this event always sells out far in advance. Proceeds support the Museums’ Contemporary Initiative. Get tix here.

Have a wonderful week! xx tt