#and Steph— look I’m not even going to TRY to get into that that goes SO much deeer and wider than any one else’s miscommunication

[desperate-gay]

ok… i don’t know why but i get secret relationship vibes from stina.

what if reader is new to arsenal, she transfers cause of stina, and nobody knows their dating/married… reader says her girlfriend/wife’s name is emma (which is stina’s other first name) and all the girls keep bugging reader to meet her or see her at a game. then something happens when it’s like team game night where reader slips up and calls stina ems or emma and everyone’s like 😮

Meet The Wife

Stina Blackstenius x fem!reader

“Baby, time to wake up. You have to get ready so we can get our drills in before the game.” You say softly, moving the blonde’s messy hair to the side and rubbing your thumb up and down her cheek.

“I’m too sleepy.” Your wife grumbles into the pillow, making no movement to get up. Standing up, you sigh making it sound as if you’re just going to leave her bed but her wishes are soon destroyed when you yank the covers off her body and onto the floor.

“What was that for?” Stina exclaims, now sitting up in bed with an annoyed look pointed at you.

“Good, now that you’re up you can take a shower. You stink.” You fake grimace while folding the blankets that were on the ground. Too caught up in your head, you don’t notice the tall blonde towering over you from behind. Cold hands rest themselves below your shirt, causing you to jump in place.

“Maybe you can join me in the shower, kärlek.” She suggests, nipping at the skin of your neck as you shakily continue what you’re doing, trying not to give in.

“Nope.”

“Ugh, really? You’re going to turn down sex?” The taller girl throws her head back, groaning at your denial. All she needs as an answer is the stone expression plastered on your face. Your wife sighs and walks over to the closet to pick out her outfit for the day but not without mumbling under her breath in her native tongue.

“C’mon Stinky Blackstenius.” You joke which the other girl doesn’t find as amusing. She huffs and goes into your shared bathroom, slamming the door. “Ooo Stina Black-stinky-us. Much better.” You announce over the sound of the shower starting.

“I want a divorce!”

—

“Good game out there, speedy. Glad we snatched you up before anyone else could.” Katie pats your shoulder, passing you to get to her cubby.

Your transfer was pretty sudden but long-awaited, having played for Vittsjö in Sweden. You and Stina met each other when you both debuted on the national team. It both took you a while to admit your feelings for one another, but now here you are, married for 5 years.

No one knows besides your family and a few of your national teammates who’ve accidentally caught you making out in a storage closet. It’s not that you don’t want people to know, you both just enjoy your private life with no interruptions.

“It wouldn’t have been a tough choice anyway. I’d choose Arsenal in a heartbeat.” You proclaim, stripping out of your sweaty jersey.

“Why here?” Vic asks the question everyone is secretly wondering.

“The whole spirit here, the fans, the overall club just outshines the others, and I guess the people here aren’t too bad either.” You yelp as Kyra pokes behind your knee, making your leg weaken and almost make you fall. “You’ll regret that.” You point your finger at the younger girl with a scold.

After your shower, you’re brushing through your hair and gathering everything up in your bag, getting ready to leave as soon as possible to be able to lay around and relax with your wife. Just as you’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder, a sharp gasp stops you.

“Is that a ring?” Steph shouts, grabbing all the girl’s attention. Stina watches from afar with a small smile as the team hounds you with questions.

“Since when?”

“Who’s the lucky gal?”

“You’re engaged?”

“I didn’t even know you were seeing someone.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, I have a ring, no, I’m not engaged.” You answer to which all the girls frown. “I’m married.”

An uproar is held all around the locker room along with several more questions. You sigh with an exhausted smile and answer short questions to the best of your ability.

“Her name is Emma and we have been married for a few years. She’s the light of my life and I could never ask for a better person to wake up to in the morning and go to bed to at night.” Everyone coos at the new information, all finding out their new teammate is in love while Stina looks across the room with a love-sick smile on her face.

“Can we meet her?”

“Maybe one day.”

—

A few weeks later, the pestering never stops. Every day before a game the girls beg you to bring your wife to one so they all can meet her. You and Stina snicker over how oblivious they are to the wife being her.

It was someone else’s turn to host movie night since Beth and Viv’s place is being occupied by a very wild puppy that wouldn’t allow a quiet movie time. Stina surprisingly offered, the house being big enough and the living room having many different seating arrangements.

“Are ya comin’ to Stina’s tonight for our annual movie night?” Katie asks, watching you do your squatted reps.

“Of course. I couldn’t miss if I wanted to.” You breathe out, setting the bar in its original spot. Katie quirks her head in confusion but shakes it off, moving to start her turn. As your head flips around, you catch your wife’s gaze set on your ass with no shame. You wave your hand to wake her out of her trance which it does but also makes her flush and turn back to her workout.

As 7 pm began to approach, many of the girls began showing up, all bringing snacks and beverages. Some of them asked why you were so early, so you just made up an excuse saying Stina needed help with setting up and they all believed it.

About half an hour later, everyone is here and settled in their designated spots. You’re currently scavenging through the kitchen looking for your candy that you bought. You huff before walking over into the living room.

“Em, do you know where my candy is?”

“Em?” Alessia quips confusingly.

Leah quickly puts two and two together and jumps up to hug both of you awkwardly with Stina still sitting down on the loveseat while you’re standing.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” She asks angrily, hitting both of you on the backs of your heads.

Multiple of the girls remain confused besides Viv, Lia, Kim, and Steph who are all smiling in their spots, waiting for everyone else to figure it out.

“Can someone explain here for those of us who don’t know what you’re talking about?” Kyra groans, not liking being out of the loop.

“Our new friend here has a wife we haven’t supposedly met before and her name is Emma.” Leah tries explaining, but the girls remain silent and confused.

“Stina’s first name is Emma! She just called her Emma even though no one else does. You guys comprehend?” The English Captain rushes out, waiting for everyone’s heads to shift. Soon multiple gasps are heard and you’re both quickly crowded by everyone.

“Everyone give my lady some space.” Stina interrupts, pulling you into her lap suddenly, making you shriek. “We get this information might be a little shocking but now you know.” She shrugs, smiling lovingly at you before kissing your cheek.

“A little shocking? Maybe try something bigger than that.” Beth scoffs with her arms crossed.

Once everyone gets their questions in, you all settle on a comedy movie and cuddle into someone. You remain seated in Stina’s lap with your head rested against her shoulder. She randomly kisses any part of your skin she can reach, enjoying not having to hide as much now.

“I have a question for you.” You whisper, turning your attention to the Swede.

“And what would that be?”

“Where’s my candy?” You whine from your lack of snacks which your wife finds adorable. She reaches beside her and pulls out a familiar colored bag.

“I had it ready with me right here, älskling.” Her hand holds up the bag away from your reach just as you’re about to grab it. You huff in annoyance and slump down into your previous position. “I need a little convincing to let you have these.” Stina smirks before perking her lips.

You roll your eyes at the once-shy girl who never wanted to show affection in front of her friends. Your hand grips her jaw, angling her face so you can smash your lips against hers. She hums into the kiss and soon traces her tongue along your bottom lip, but just before anything starts, a whistle grabs your attention.

“Oi lovebirds, get a room. We don’t wanna see you two swapping saliva.”

“Kyra, that is strike two, you better start running.”

#stina blackstenius x reader #stina blackstenius #arsenal wfc #kyra cooney cross #leah williamson #katie mccabe #woso x reader #woso fic #woso imagine #woso

[sunshine-theseus]

Et Tu, Brute? | Steph Cately x Reader

Words: 2.6k Summary: everyone betrays you. You just didn’t expect her to do the same; "et tu, brute?" - 'you too, Brutus?' – Caesar upon seeing his friend amongst his assassins Warnings: sexual themes, sexual shaming, leaked nudes, angst, I make the arsenal girls assholes sorry. this probably isn't my best but i hope you like it Request by - @liasputellas

The air felt different as I walked into training. I wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe the way Maggie our receptionist looked at me with disgust, or the way the whole locker room went quiet when I walked in, or the way everyone seemed to avoid me like the plague.

The rain was pelting down on us, but I stood alone on the sideline shivering as Jonas gives the rest of the team instructions. Steph seemed to be missing today despite the empty space in bed when I awoke, so I was the odd one out. He finishes and approaches me.

“I think you should take a few days off.” Is the only thing he says.

“Why? What have I done wrong? No on will talk to me.”

“You haven’t seen?” I begin to get nervous, well more nervous than I already was, as he pulls out his phone.

“I thought Steph would have shown you this morning. I wish I wasn’t the one to break it to you.” He types things in and scrolls for a while before finally landing on what he’s looking for. Then he turns the phone to me.

Arsenal’s Star Midfielder, Y/n L/n’s Naughty Pictures Have Been Leaked By An Anonymous Source

My breathing grows heavy, and my head begins to pound. My sight goes into tunnel vision as I reread the headline over and over. This can’t be fucking happening.

I take off stumbling back toward the locker room, seeking some sort of privacy to have the breakdown. I end up sitting on the floor beneath a running shower in some false hope that it will wash away everything, but it’s all for naught. There was only one person I’d ever sent photos to, and it was Steph. She’s the one person I trust with my deepest secrets and she’s not here to comfort me or help me understand why the girls are ignoring. Obviously, it has to do with the photos but, I thought they’d be by my side.

Sobs wrack my body and I lose track of time as the shower continues to run, until I hear boots clacking against the linoleum floors. I scramble to get up and leave before they arrive, but the effort is futile.

They come piling in but stop in their tracks the moment Kim sees my soaking frame looking at the floor ashamed. I try to move around them, but Katie grabs a hold of my shoulder, my drenched jersey sticking to her skin as well as my own. My eyes flick around desperately looking for someone who will let me go, but not even Kyra seems to feel remorse.

“You’re going to go home, end things with Steph and stay somewhere until you figure out where you’re transferring to. You’re not welcome back here.” Katie pushes me back toward the locker room, clearly a sign that I should fucking move and get out, but I’m stood frozen.

“Did you not hear her?” Caitlin begins to approach me, much like a lion approaches it’s prey, but I still can’t move.

“Why are you doing this? Why would I end things with Steph?”

“You’re a dirty cheating bastard that doesn’t deserve her. You’re fucking disgusting.” Despite my want to fall to the ground and cry again, I slowly move to my cubby and grab my stuff, then make my way out.

-

When I finally pull into the driveway, I become very aware of Steph’s car that fills the space again. I become wary as I close the car door and make my way to the house, fearing what I’ll meet on the other side. I juggle my keys in my hand and struggle to slide it into the lock as they shake, but eventually the wood swings away from me and I step inside.

It’s eerily quiet as I make my way down the hall. Steph’s nowhere to be seen as I pull my now damp kit off and place it in the washing machine, or when I go to our room to grab clothes to change into. I trek back through the house, eventually falling onto the couch, with no sign of my wife.

My phone buzzes and I reach for it in a hurry, hoping to see a message from Steph. Instead, it’s from a small group chat of friends from across the football scene, checking in to ask if I’m okay. I leave them on read and scroll through my contacts to find Steph. I press call, but it goes straight to voicemail.

~~~~~

15 minutes later, keys rattle against the door in a similar fashion to how I imagine mine did, and in walks Steph. When she spots me on the couch she stops in her tracks and the look on her face slowly melts into anger.

“Why are you here?” I admit the harsh tone in her voice feels like a stab to the heart.

“Well, I basically just got fired so I didn’t really have anywhere else to go Steph. Can we talk?”

“I don’t want to talk to you ever again.”

“Why? Is it because the fucking pictures you didn’t even bother to tell me about? Who doesn’t tell their wife that private pictures were leaked?”

“Don’t act like I’m in the wrong! You sent those photos to someone, it’s your fault for trusting them!”

“Who?! You? You’re saying I shouldn’t trust you?”

“No! Whoever you sent those fucking pictures to! Because it certainly wasn’t me who got them!” I freeze once I realise what she’s implying.

“Y- you really think I cheated on you? You think so low of me?”

“There is no other explanation for it Y/n!”

“You… you and the girls are fucking unbelievable. I’ve only ever sent those types of things to you Steph. Only you. You’re the only person I’ve ever trusted enough. You really think I’d throw 6 years together, 2 of those married, away like that?” I take a deep breath as I try not to break down in front of who I thought was the love of my life.

“If you scroll back far enough, you’ll find those photos in our messages. Around 11 months ago, after your birthday. Before this morning you wouldn’t have been able to find them on anyone else’s phones except ours. Which means our messages got hacked.” I stand up and bump shoulders with her as I make my way back to our room, pulling out a duffle bag and packing it.

It takes a few minutes for the brunette to follow me, looming in the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving. Clearly that’s what everyone wants.”

“You’re just leaving? Just giving up?”

“Giving up!? No Steph, I’m not ‘just giving up’. You think I’m capable of cheating. You think I’d throw away all my years of loving you just like that. For what? Some random hookup with a meaningless girl I’d never see again? You clearly don’t trust me, which I can’t live with. I love you. And it’s not just you. The whole fucking team thinks so little of me. I kept my vows, why can’t you keep yours?” I continue to move around the room, collecting items I needed, as I wait for her response.

“I love you.” Is the only thing she can say, so I slip on some shoes, leaving the worn arsenal kit in the washing machine.

“I love you too. But until you can give me a proper apology, and mean it, I’m going to stay with Mackenzie or Sam. I guess tell Jonas I’ll hand in my resignation papers by tomorrow.” She grips my arm as I try to walk past her. Tears pool in her eyes and I can’t stop mine from falling.

“Please stay. We can talk.” She whispers, her bottom lip wobbling.

“I don’t think I can do that right now.” I reply, and I kiss her gently as a goodbye before I walk out the door.

~~~~~

I end up at Sam’s, having officially resigned from Arsenal the morning after leaving, who made a statement later that same day.

We deeply regret that we have to make this statement but unfortunately Y/n L/n has been let go from the Arsenal team due to conflict between players. We wish her the best wherever she ends up.

I spend a lot of time with Kristie or join Sam at training to avoid looking at the horrible things people are saying about me on my phone. Sam likes to claim it’s ‘to feel like I’m still playing’. It just makes me sad, which is why I had every intention of refusing her offer to go again today. Then she told me Emma wanted to talk to me about something.

“Why does Emma want to talk to me?” I poke Sam continuously as she leads me down the halls of Cobham.

“I have no clue.” The cheeky grin I’m very familiar with graces her face but it doesn’t hint at anything.

I push open the door and Emma directs me to sit down, which I don’t hesitate to do. Sam closes the door and leaves us to talk.

“I wanted to discuss your career’s future. You’ve spent a lot of time here with us after the situation, but have you received any offers from other clubs? What are your moves?”

“No. I haven’t received anything, no one wants to take the player who’s had a sex scandal. Not even in the Championship League.”

“Well obviously the transfer window doesn’t open until January, so it’s not on the table to bring you in as a player. But I was wondering, how do you feel about coaching. I’ve seen you give the younger players like Aggie tips, and she comes back onto the field much better, it’s clearly something you’re good at. Would it be something you’d look into doing?” I blink in shock as I try to process the question.

“Uh.. yes, yes absolutely I’d love to. I- I took the coaching courses over the break when I was out of the world cup on injury, so I’m fully qualified.”

“Well I’d love to have you on the coaching team. I’m looking for people to keep the players in line once I leave and I think someone who has played the recent developments in the game would be perfect. I have the contract ready for you to sign, right here, if you want.” She slides the paper over, and I read it over.

Am I really going to do this? Go to my clubs biggest rival? I could never make an appearance at Arsenal as a player or member of the team ever again. No one else wanted me. I couldn’t refuse the only offer I have.

“W- what about the leak? Aren’t I a liability?”

“We’re not stupid. They were personal photos between you and your wife. It’s not your fault and we know that. I want the best coaches for my team. And that’s you.”

Shock washes over the world of women’s football this week as Y/n L/n signs as an assistant coach alongside Emma Hayes at Chelsea. What does her wife, Arsenal and Australia’s star left back Steph Cately, think about this decision?

The day my signing is announced is the first time any of the Arsenal girls, including Steph, reach out to me.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ From Katie

‘Are you serious?’ From Caitlin and Kyra

‘I genuinely hope you’re happy there. You deserve the best and we couldn’t give it to you. I couldn’t give it to you. I love you and miss you. Maybe we could talk after the derby next weekend?’ I want so bad to leave Steph on read, but I can’t help but reply.

‘We’ll see. Love you’. Kristie takes my phone from me after that.

Training is odd. Being the one running it instead of participating. I like to join in on easy drills, bonding with some players, keeping fit and helping them understand how we want it done. A win-win-win if you will. Emma’s press conference before the game against Arsenal is when things get tense again.

“What effect do you think L/n on the Chelsea coaching staff will have on Arsenal, especially her wife Steph Cately? We haven’t seen them together in quite some time.” Some guy in the back of the room asks the question but it still rings in my ears as I hear it, Kristie watching the conference on her phone because Sam’s there.

“Well I don’t think it should have any effect on their players. Players have to compete against their former teammates all the time, whether as players or coaches. This should not be any different. They kicked her out, they made that decision. We gave her the option to come back into the game when no one else was willing to take that risk, and she’s made us better. As for Steph? I don’t know how she will react. She’s an incredible player, I’m sure she’ll be fine, but that’s none of my business.” I’m grateful for the way Emma stands up for me. She’s one of the few people I now trust with what’s going on behind the scenes of my life and marriage.

It's when we’re in the dugout, the players about to come out from the tunnel, when I begin to genuinely worry. I don’t want to put Steph off her game just by being here, but I’m not going to abandon the team that gave me everything when I had nothing. So I pull on my puffer coat, put in my ear piece, and take my spot next to Emma who puts an arm around my shoulder and squeezes me tight.

Yeah. I’ll be okay.

-

The game is rough, every time we score, Arsenal comes back with a matching goal. But they’re playing dirty. They’re making unnecessary tackles and getting yellow cards every other minute.

I laugh it off until Steph makes a challenge in the penalty box. Her leg stretches out in front of her, kicking the ball away from Fran’s feet, but she falls on a funny angle and doesn’t get back up.

I walk to the edge of the coach’s box, trying to get a better view as the medics run to her.

I tell myself she’ll be okay. She’s always okay.

The medics bring out a stretcher.

She’s not okay.

“Emma-”

“Go make sure she’s okay. We’ll be okay.” I follow closely behind the medics as they carry her down the tunnel and to the medical room.

I slide into the seat beside her as their team’s doctor checks on her knee, taking her hand in mine.

“You’re here.” She smiles gently at me, and I try not to cry. I haven’t seen her in so long.

“I’m here Stephy. I love you.”

“I miss you.” She pouts then grimaces as the doctor moves her knee.

“I miss you too. But-”

“But you can’t act like everything is fine unless I prove I trust you and regret what I did.” I nod solemnly.

“I promise I’ll prove it. Maybe you can come stay at home again. Just a couple times a week. We can have dinners and catch up. I miss the way you hold me.” She squeezes my hand as she waits for an answer.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can try that.” I press a kiss to her hand.

“But I’m staying at Chelsea. They treat me right here.” Steph pauses, but smiles.

“Rivalry could be good for us. You little Blue.”

It will be a long journey, but we’ll make it through.

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #the matildas x reader #wsl #the matildas #steph catley #steph cately x reader #arsenal fcw

[schrijverr]

Works Alone

When trying to pull the team together, Bruce’s ideas are dismissed, because he works alone. He goes home to his kids to pout about it.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

~~~~

Bruce isn’t pouting. He isn’t! He’s not even a little bit miffed, because he doesn’t want the Justice League to succeed anyway. He doesn’t trust them, hell, he’s not even a full time member, he’s only playing along to keep the others in check. So why would he care?

However, attempting to convince himself doesn’t mean it is working or not clear on his face. The second he steps into the Cave, Dick comments: “Someone is pouty. Did anything happen with your new friends, B?”

He sounds a little too jovial about the whole thing for Bruce’s taste, because despite what he’s telling himself, he is pouty.

“Ridiculous. Father would never stoop so low as to pout,” Damian sticks up for him.

Damian had been sparring with Dick when Bruce arrived, but is now taking a break to drink some water. Seeing the two of them work together makes Bruce both feel better and more prissy, so he just grunts.

“He’s totally pouty,” Jason crows, from where he’d been ruffling through Bruce’s equipment. He would gladly give Jason all the stuff he needs, but Jason insists on stealing it, even if he’s stealing it in plain sight, which is more closely to just taking it.

“Take it back,” Damian frowns.

“Nah,” Jason says. “You know how he gets when y’all don’t come by enough. I mean, you shoulda seen him when Dickface first moved out. Man’s a pouter, I dunno what to tell ya.”

“What’s B pouting about now?” Steph asks, falling into the conversation since she’s only just arrived to start getting ready for patrol tonight.

“We don’t know yet, he’s still denying he’s pouting,” Tim calls out, not having looked up from where he’s working on the Batcomputer all throughout. “Though it’s likely something with the League, since he just got back from giving back up.”

Heads turn his way and Dick concernedly frowns: “Are you okay? Did they do something?”

There is a dark, yet gleeful glimmer in Damian’s eyes as he asks: “Do we need to go out there and vanquish these super powered morons, father?”

“No,” Bruce sighs, still a little miffed, though his mood has definitely been improved by his kid’s banter, as well as their worry for him.

“Then what happened, old man?” Jason demands. “Stop that vague bullshit you always do.”

“Oehhh, Jason swore!” Steph immediately chimes in. “I’m telling Alfred.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” Jason whips around to her, pointing his knife at her.

“Knock it off, I wanna hear why B is being pouty,” Tim interrupts them.

“Yes, cease this chatter,” Damian adds, a rare show of agreement with Tim. They’ve all been growing, Bruce thinks proudly.

“So what happened then?” Steph asks, rolling her eyes, though stopping her fight with Jason.

Jason luckily also lets it go for now, so Bruce can answer: “They aren’t working as a team. It’s just a group of skilled individuals now and it’s becoming a problem.”

“You’ve been observing that for a while, B. Why suddenly the long face about it?” Dick asks.

And now the embarrassing part, Bruce thinks as he admits: “John is trying to do something about it now. I offered my help, but he refused, stating that I don’t know how, since I work alone, while he has been in the army.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Then, the whole group bursts out in laughter.

“What?” Jason wheezes, while Dick cackles: “He actually said that? Are you for real? Oh my god.”

“I’m going to loose my shit,” Steph snorts, Tim chuckling in the background.

Even Damian is looking amused, although also slightly judgmental. He disdainfully comments: “They are not very bright and must lack observational skills, father. Are you certain you wish to proceed in sponsoring them?”

“Yes,” Bruce sighs again. He’d already had that conversation with himself. Many times. “There is a lot of potential there too. Which is what makes them dangerous. However, out there is dangerous too. They can protect like an army can. Like we can’t.”

“Tt, we can take on extraterrestrial threats and some villains,” Damian huffs, obviously displeased. Out of all his siblings, he’s been the most vocally against the Justice League.

“The brat has a point,” Jason surprises him by backing him up. “I mean, between us here and those still on the streets or running late, you basically have your own little army right here. Just recruit Wonder Woman and I’m sure we’d have a chance.”

“You just wanna work with Wonder Woman, don’t you?” Dick says, sounding a little smug as he slides up behind Jason to make a kissy face at him.

Jason just pushes his face away as he blushes and exclaims: “Shaddup, Dickhead.”

“Yeah, shut up! That’s the most sensible thing he’s said all his life,” Steph hollers.

“Kids, kids, calm down. We’re not disbanding the Justice League and adopting Wonder Woman,” Bruce interrupts, wondering how his life ends up with him saying sentences that he never thought he would be saying.

“I never said nothin’ ‘bout adopting her,” Jason scowls.

“Cuz you want to kiss her!” Dick sing-songs.

“Isn’t she like a few thousand years old or something?” Tim asks.

“Also not marrying Wonder Woman. Any of you,” Bruce says. “Why don’t we all just stay away from Wonder Woman. And the rest of the Justice League, which will continue to exist and not fall apart because they struggle at teamwork. Maybe John’s idea will work. It’s too early to say.”

All of them are giving him a judgmental look now and Bruce struggles to not react to it. It’s always harder when he agrees with them.

“But Green Lantern’s plan is hinging on esprit de corpse,” Tim says. “And that will never work, because it’s a military mentality and while you’ve been working together, there is no real interdependence outside a few emergencies.”

“Yeah, what Timmy said,” Dick agrees, gesturing towards Tim.

“I loathe to admit it, father, but Drake has a point,” Damian nods and that truly shows that it is a hopeless mission for John.

“We’ll just have to see,” Bruce says, deciding to end the conversation there. “Now get ready for pre-patrol brief. We have a few open cases to assign. Cass and Harper will soon be reporting from their early rounds, so get suited up.”

There are a few groans around him, but his kids grant him the mercy of dropping it. They probably know as he does that this won’t be the last time they discuss it.

Indeed a few days later, Bruce comes walking into the Cave again, trying not to let the thunder cloud above his head show too much. However, he knows his kids notice, some sending him a raised brow or an inquiring look. Bruce is glad that he’s come far enough as a parent that not even Dick or Jason are put off by his bad mood.

Dick is also the one to tentatively ask: “Not a good training session with the Justice League?”

“John has us running drills,” Bruce grunts. “It’s showing us each other’s moves and how to play into each other, but…”

“It’s not turning you into a team?” Dick suggest.

“Yeah,” Bruce says, sighing.

“Esprit de corpse,” Tim sing-songs, walking by with a steaming mug of coffee that he went upstairs to refill, ready to start working on the case he’s in the middle of.

Bruce ignores Tim, knowing he’s right, and pulls the cowl off to card a hand through his hair. “We don’t need to run drills, but we need to do trust exercises, talk with each other, get to know each other better, be- be-”

He doesn’t know how he wants to end that sentence, but Cass does, materializing out of the darkness in her sweats, she says one word: “Family.”

“I thought you didn’t like the Justice League,” Duke asks. Luke is covering his day shift today since the last few days have been busy for Duke, but as a true Bat, he doesn’t really know what taking a break means, so he’s in the Cave training.

“Hn,” Bruce replies, thinking. “I mean, I do like them, I just-”

“He doesn’t trust ‘em,” Jason says. He wasn’t supposed to be at the Cave, but it’s clear why he’s there when Bruce looks his way in surprise. He’s holding a box of files, likely stuff he needs for his organization, Bruce wouldn’t know. They’re at a point where Jason doesn’t kill and Bruce doesn’t ask.

“What? Why?” Duke asks. “You fund them and go on missions with them. Even share intell and use them as backup, despite the fact that there are metas and aliens among them. Why do that if you don’t trust them?”

“’Cause he’s also paranoid,” Jason answers for him. “He’s monitoring ‘em.”

“But also befriending them,” Dick says, defending Bruce. “He just needs to vet them closely first, before he does that.”

“Right, ‘cause he’s paranoid,” Jason says.

Duke looks at Bruce, who sighs: “They’re not wrong. The Justice League has a lot of potential to do good and they’re showing they want to be that goodness. But they also have the potential of mass destruction. We need to be sure they won’t be a threat and that we have the right contingencies, before we let them in.”

“Like I said, paranoid,” Jason repeats.

“But trying,” Dick adds.

“And is stepping in to help them get better teamwork going to backfire?” Duke wonders. “Like are we scared we’re going to teach them how to destroy everything as a team? Is that it?”

“No,” Bruce answers, before the peanut gallery consisting of Dick and Jason can. “I offered help to John, he didn’t want it. I don’t think they’re willing to listen to my opinion on it, since I work alone, so have no expertise.”

Duke snorts loudly at that, then suddenly says: “Wait, you’re serious?”

Bruce grunts as conformation.

“Why?” Duke asks.

“Paranoid,” Jason says, rolling his eyes, before hoisting his box up again, before walking off.

Meanwhile, Bruce actually explains: “I haven’t mentioned you, like I said I would. It’s best if they don’t know we’re connected, nor that Gotham hosts more heroes. Connections like we have could be exploited by them and Superman can do a lot more damage should he so choose than Killer Croc or Bane.”

“But they’re good guys, right?”

“For now,” Dick answers morosely. “I’m not saying I agree with B’s paranoia, I mean, I was doing team ups before him and it worked out fine for me without the layers of paranoid he has. But a lot of things can go wrong, especially when working with people that powerful. I also maintained a semblance of mystique just to be safe.”

“But you can try to tell them this isn’t working, right? They must see that it’s not,” Duke says.

“From what I’ve seen both Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman are warriors like John, so they think the same about this. Superman and Flash are office workers, they’d think of horrid team-building days. While J’onn is used to working together with people who can read minds,” Bruce answers. “Out of all of them, only J’onn might listen.”

Cass nudges him and signs: ‘You are not saying something. There is hiding in your shoulders and a bit of guilt in your jaw.’

“What are you hiding, B,” Dick prods, a little bit of genuine judgment and worry coming through the tease.

“It’s a risk to tell them,” Bruce answers sulkily, knowing it’s a little silly, but unable to stop his brain from providing pop-ups of all the ways it could backfire.

“B,” Dick whines, throwing himself to hang over him. “You can at least try.”

“I will, I will,” Bruce says, placating yet also meaning it. He wants to do right by his kids and they want him to have friends, most of them encouraging him with the Justice League.

And, he does. Tentatively he suggest doing some trust exercises among the drills they’ve been running. As expected he gets weird looks and even a scoff from Wally and a frown from Clark. But he manages to play into John’s ideas brotherhood, which means the others are forced to give it a try.

It’s not perfect, of course it isn’t. They still have to deal with the fact that they never agreed on a strategists or a leader of sorts. They still have to build an organization, a system, a proper way of working as a unit.

However, they are getting somewhere. Some prodding here and there helps and the more it helps, the more others prod.

Though it’s not until years later, when Damian is nearly outgrowing the Robin mantle, that Bruce finally allows them to meet his kids. To let them in on the inner workings of Gotham vigilantism.

Then John will point at him and exclaim: “You son of a bitch, you lied to me! You let me struggle on my own to pull these idiots together.”

And at that point, Bruce will be comfortable enough to ignore everyone’s protests and smirk: “I offered you to help, didn’t I? Too bad I work alone.” Making his kids – though they’re adults at that point – laugh like the day they first heard.

~~

A/N:

I think the League thinking Batman works alone is hilarious, especially if they establish later than the batfam

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[greynatomy]

rock, paper, scissors

sam kerr x reader

that match was something else wasn’t it?

quick little fic i wrote. also, my requests are open, so send in your ideas cause i’m running out of mine.

let me know what you think!

-grey

———

The full time whistle blew. Australia won 2-0 against Iran. You were in the crowd with your three year old, right up against the barrier. The Matildas.

“Mummy! Where’s my sign?” Izzy asks you.

You grab the sign, which was rolled up behind you, and hand it to her. You lift her up on your hip to be able to see better and not get squished from all the pushing. Everyone started to yell when any of the Matildas got close to their sections.

“Raso sign my shirt!” “Kyra can I get a photo?” “Steph! Steph!” “Sam! Please! Sam Kerr!” “Caitlin!”

Your daughter was screaming as loud as the other fans. When Sam started walking to your section, everyone got even louder and crazier, your child no different.

Your daughter holds her sign out to her, it reading:

“Sam! Rock, Paper, Scissors for your Jersey!”

With a bunch of hearts and glitter all around. A truly remarkable work for a three year old.

“Hello.” Sam comes up to you, or well your daughter with a cheeky grin. “Wanna play for my jersey?”

“YEAH!” Izzy screams over the loud fans trying to get Sam’s attention.

After a beat out of three, Izzy won, celebrating with a little dance.

“Alright. I guess you won fair and square. Come here.” She lifts her out of your arms and onto the other side of the barrier.

Taking off her jersey, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wonder on her form, quickly being covered up by a staff members jacket. She helps Izzy put the shirt on over the one she was wearing, making it look like a dress on her.

“Oh, don’t you look so cute.” With that, she runs away towards the pitch where her best friend, Harper was with her ‘sisters’ and mom. “Be careful!” Sam calls out to her, not getting a response. “Now, you.” She turns back over to where you stood.

“What do you mean me?”

“I’m gonna lift you, okay?” Placing your hands on her shoulders, hers on your hips, she easily lifts you over the barrier. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Honey.” She gives you a peck on the lips. “I’m gonna go to where Izzy is.”

“Alright. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible!” You give her a smirk and a wink.

She goes back to the fans signing jerseys, posters and all, ignoring all the questions about you and your little girl, only giving a smile.

There was no doubt that people were freaking out when your interaction was posted online, even more when she posted a picture to her instagram with just ‘❤️’ as the caption.

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[tinkerbelle05]

💤 A headcanon about their sleep (or lack there of)

It's a running joke in Bruce’s family and inner circle about how shitty his sleep schedule is. Trust, he has heard it all by now.

“Geez Spooky, how much sleep are you getting? You lookin like a whole ass zombie” -Hal

“You look like a raccoon, and that’s coming from me, B” -Tim

“Ya lookin more like a zombie than me, these days. Geez.” -Jason

He knows that a good sleep schedule is imperative to an healthy body which he needs. But when he’s sleeping that means he isn’t work. And if he isn’t working then that means there’s a case growing cold and leads growing old.

That means whoever did that crime is still out there committing more crimes, that means their families will never know closure.

And he can’t allow that to happen, he won’t allow it. So he sighs grabbing for the 9th cup of coffee and go over his notes once again.

“Master Bruce, I will not tell you again. Go to bed, or I will have Ms. Gordon lock you out of your cases.” Alfred threatened.

“But-”

“Now”

“Okay, okay, I’m off.” Bruce dread going to sleep. His thoughts kept him up and the only he was going to go to sleep is if he passes out or takes something to pass him out.

But he ran out of those.

He pushes himself out of the chair and made his way up the stairs with Alfred watching his every move.

He sluggish made his way to his bedroom, each step getting harder than the other, the lack of sleep coming back at him with full force.

When he opened his door, he met with a surprise. All of his children someway got their bodies to fit into his bed.

Dick was in the middle with Tim pressed to his right and Damian to his left side. Stephanie was using Tim was a teddy bar and Jason was pressed against Stephanie’s back. Duke was on Damian’s side, and Cass was cuddling into herself on the front of the bed.

It was certainly a sight to see, and if Bruce snaps a picture of his babies all in one place, safe and warm, well that his business.

“Your gonna stand there staring like a creep or join, old man?” Jason gruff voice reached his ears.

“Um, I don’t see any space for me, Jaylad.”

“Dickface, move over and make some room for B!” Jason shouts louder than what is necessary.

“How you gonna force a man out his own room? What a shame.”

“That’s funny Steph, because I didn’t hear you complaining when we came in here.” Tim remarks.

“Omg, shut up! Some of us are trying to sleep here.” Duke grumbles.

“C’mon B,” Dick beckons Bruce to come over. There was some shifting of bodies, accusations of cover hogging, and mild threats of bodily harm but they all managed to fit.

And despite his usual insomnia, Bruce can feel his breathing evening out and his eyelids getting droopy. But before he goes completely under, he asks Dick a question.

“Whose idea was this?”

“All of us. You get some sleep and we get family bonding time, two stones, one bird. Something like that,” his oldest whispered back.

“Actually Dick it’s—“

Tim was shushed by all of them but Bruce was already snoring away.

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[itsbackwoodsbby]

Locker Room Sex

Stephen Curry x Black Fem Reader

A/N: I wrote this for my pleasure. I AM TWENTY, so there is an age difference. I am sorry if you don't like the age gap, but I still am obsessed with this FINE ASS man so don't judge me, judge ya mammy.

Warning: Age Gap! Dirty Talk! Cheating! Swearing! Unprotected Sex!

Summary: You were messaging Steph Curry for a while and then eventually he ghosts you. You were desperately in need to talk to him. For reasons. For answers, on what exactly is going on. You sneak in the Golden State locker room and you definitely get more than answers.

You greeted and told the guys goodbye and goodnight as they left the locker room. He was the only one left in the locker room taking a shower. He turned the shower off and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. You look at his body. He was very toned for a 35 year old. You bite your lips and start imagining him with the towel dropped.

“Uh… can I help you?” He asks you kind of sternly. You look at him nervously. “Uh yeah. May I get an interview?” He looks at you, “You’re not an actual interviewer.” Reading right through your bullshit. “I’ve heard of ABC, ESPN, and Ballislife. Never have I heard of Big Balls Entertainment.” He reads your fake ass badge your best friend made you.

You swallow hard and you try to come up with a new lie, but you can't. Honestly, you only here to talk to Stephen Curry and possibly even fuck him. But you obviously know the plan is blown, so you walk out. He grabs your arm.

“You know fans can’t be back here either. You can go to jail.” He tells you. You sigh. “I just wanted to see you. You stopped replying to my messages.” He looks at you, “Wait, you’re the girl that I was snapping.” You bite your lips and shake your head before you look down. “And when you stopped texting me, I had to find a way to see you and talk to you.” He starts examining your body as you are talking. “Aye my eyes are up here.” You say sternly. He chuckles, “My bad.” He clears his throat. “Look. I have a wife. I have three kids. I can’t be doing this with you.” You look at him and nod you head. “You’re right. I’m so sorry.” You say as you get up to leave the locker room.

You don’t know why you thought your plan was going to work. You two are 15 years apart. He has a family. You just want him back though. You guys were only talking and sending nudes through Snapchat. It shouldn’t have got this deep as in you sneaking into the Golden State locker room.

A voice comes back to the locker room. It’s Klay. Steph and you run to the shower room and you hide in there as Steph puts on some clean boxers and goes back into the locker room. You listen to their conversation until Klay says he has to go home to see his doggie son, Rocco. He leaves and it’s just you and Steph. You were about to leave and he grabs your arm again.

“Nah. Wait a minute. You can’t leave yet.” He says. You look at him confused, “Maybe we can hook up one time.” He says before caressing your body. “You just said you don’t want to be caught up with me.” You say biting your lip as he squeezes your boobs.

Steph wanted you now. It’s only because he remembered his wife was going for two weeks for a cooking show. The kids were with his parents. So you could be his little cum eater while his wife was away. It wasn’t like Ayesha would care. He can just dispose of you when he got done.

You strip down and go inside the shower room taking your clothes with you. You wanted shower sex and he wanted the same. He smiles at your naked body before you disappear and follows you. He takes his boxers off and pushes you down on your knees.

“You said if you were to see me, you’d suck it.” He smirks. “Do it.”

You start with his tip and slowly lower down an inch. His dick is really big and thick. It’s kind of hard to swallow. You’re a big girl though, so you push through. Eventually you’re damn near eating his dick up.

“My balls need love too.” He says and pushes your head down. You bite your lip before you start sucking on his balls. He smiles and groans even more. You smile knowing you're doing a good job. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” You go back to sucking and stroking his dick with one hand and massaging his balls with the other and he rolls his eyes in the back of his head. “Fuck, you’re a good at giving head.” He says. “Young ass eater.” He chuckles.

He starts fucking your throat. You start gagging at how rough he is getting with you, but it only motivates him to be rougher with your throat. He hits the back of your throat once and he starts nutting in your throat. You swallow it all. Eventually, he pulls out to see if you did. You smile and stick out your tongue. He smiles.

“Good girl.” He says. You stand up and he admires your wet body. He sucks on your neck and lowers to your nipples. He starts rubbing your clit and he smiles. “You want me to return the favor now or later.” You bite your lips, “Later. I need that dick.” You say.

He picks you up and slides you down his dick. You gasp and hang your mouth open, moaning a sweet note in his ear. He starts thrusting in and out of you. He proceeds to go faster and choke you a bit.

“You take this dick so good, baby girl.” He says groaning in your ear. “And your pussy is so fucking wet.” You whimper. “Ooh shit. You’re so deep. You’re so deep.” He smirks and goes harder. Your legs begin to shake. You’re on the verge of climax already. “Steph. Chill. I’m going to cum.” He chuckles, “Nah. Take it.” He says and goes harder. You try to grip the wall. “Mm, fuck daddy.”

He turns the shower off and heads back to the bench. The steam from the water was making it kind of hard to see. He lays you down with his dick still inside you. He pulls out and starts eating your creamy pussy. You start moaning and gripping the edges. His head game was vicious, it almost made you cum. Then he rams his dick back in roughly. You scream out. He chokes you.

“Chill the fuck out. You can’t be too loud, ma,” He says. You bite your lips. He begins to pound your shit in. “Ooh. Ooh Steph! I told you to chill. I’m going to cum.” He smacks your boobs and goes deeper. “Nah. Say my name.” He groans. “Oh daddy.” You say low. “Loud ma.” He says. “Fuck! Daddy! I’m coming.” You say louder. He chuckles and starts back pounding you. You let out a long moan before creaming his dick up. He looks down, “Yeah. That’s right. Paint this dick.” You cover your face as he starts going deeper. You try to push him away but he just pins your hands above your head.

Suddenly, he starts going faster and faster then you feel his warm liquid fill inside you. He groans in your ear as he does it. He pulls out and watches you leak out both of your juices. He looks down at you as you look at him. The two of you laugh at each other. You sigh and get up.

“Now, I got to shower.” You say and run to the shower. He joins you and you two just shower. You two get dressed and walk out to the parking garage together. He kisses you and rubs all over your body. He practically didn’t want to let go of you. You very slowly break the kiss and giggle. “Chill.” You smile. “You should come with me tonight.” He says. You think about it. You don’t mind but you would rather lay in your own bed tonight. “Nah. I’m going home. Maybe if you need me again, I can stay over.” He smiles, “Ight, lil ma.” You blush and get in your car and he gets in his. He honks his horn as a goodbye and you go to your house.

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[msfcatlover]

Yet more Reverse!Robins

(Calling back to my tags on this post, and one of the images from this one that live rent free in my brain.)

Joker gets bored torturing Jason on his own after a couple days, and sends out invites to all the other rogues (or at least, the ones he’s pretty sure won’t rat him out and end the fun) about a “surprise present” he’s working on for Batman. Steph has absolutely no interest involving herself in Joker’s nonsense, so she immediately throws it out and focuses on securing her area of the city to keep her people safe. She doesn’t think much more of it.

Six days later, Tim shows up at the door of one of her clubs. Not in costume, barely hiding his identity, hardly even armed (like, the bare minimum for walking around this part of town this late at night, and most of that is artfully hidden in his crutches & leg braces.) Aside from Damian or Bruce crashing the party to accuse Steph of stuff (that like 60% of the time she didn’t even do,) none of the Bats have ever approached Steph in an actual place of business before. She’s curious. She tells security to let him in, and show him to her table.

“Mr. Wayne,” Steph says, because fuck it, if Tim’s only going to mess up his hair and barely slap some concealer over the dark circles under his eyes, she isn’t gonna maintain his identity for him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Tim shakes her hand, looks her dead in the eye, never glancing at her guards or flinching at his name. A proper little businessman, in a ratty band t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. “I need a favor.”

“You? Need a favor from me?”

“Yes.”

“The great Timothy Wayne?”

“I didn’t come here to play games.” Tim glares. “Yes, I need your help. Yes, it has to be you. Yes, I am out of other options. No, I am not above groveling—”

“Really?”

“Steph.”

“Don’t,” she growls back, “try to play this like we’re friends, Tim.”

Tim crosses his arms and scowls off to the side. “…Fine. We’ll keep it professional.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing you on your knees.” Tim’s eye twitches as Steph takes a sip of her drink. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

“I told you, need a favor,” Tim repeats.

“Well, that could be anything,” Steph says, rolling her eyes behind her mask.

“My little brother’s missing.”

Steph’s drink goes down the wrong way. She forces herself to swallow her cough. Steph clears her throat to mask it, and sets her drink back on the table.

Tim continues like he didn’t notice. “The police can’t find him. The Bats can’t find him. I have been leveraging every advantage I’ve got, but nobody has seen him in over a week—”

Ice slips down Steph’s spine as she remembers the invitation she’d thrown out right around a week ago.

“—but you have contacts they don’t.” Tim takes a deep breath. “I know you hate us, I know you…” His eyes flicker towards her guards. “…You’ve made your opinions very clear—”

“I should certainly hope so,” Steph mutters.

“—but whatever you think of me, or Bruce, or Cass, Duke, Damian, anybody, Jason’s innocent. He’s suffered enough.” Tim has a warning in his eyes: You’ve hurt him enough. Like she’d actually tried to kill the kid or something (if Steph wanted Jason dead, he’d be dead; honestly, she didn’t even leave any permanent damage. Her lesson was no harsher than anything any of them got on a bad patrol, she was just more open about the point she was making.) “He’s just a kid.”

“And yet, you keep letting him out into this city.”

Anger flashes across Tim’s face, but he visibly chokes it down. “I’m not having this conversation with you. This has nothing to do with Jason’s hobbies or field trips, or whether or not you approve of them. This is about a 15yr old kid, missing in Gotham City, following the biggest Arkham breakout in the last 10yrs. Are you going to help or not?”

Steph sighs, propping one elbow on the table and leaning on her fist. “What have you got for me?”

“Jason snuck out for a party nine days ago—the night of the breakout.” (Translation: Jason was in uniform, probably on patrol.) “We have a system where even if he doesn’t want Bruce to know what he’s doing, Jason still calls me to check in every 2hrs. He checked in a little before 2, because he said he was about to be ‘really busy’ and didn’t want me to worry. I told him to go home. He told me he’d be fine, that he wasn’t anywhere near the mayhem.” Tim’s expression is flat, dead. “He didn’t check in again. Nobody’s seen or heard from him since. There have been no ransom demands. Last sighting was outside of Genevieve’s in Burnley.”

The invitation arrived six days ago exactly.

Steph needs to go. Steph needs—Steph needs to find that letter, she can’t remember if it had an address or a time, she can’t—

“I’ll pay whatever you want,” Tim tells her, seemingly unaware of how Steph’s breath is caught in her lungs (remembering what it was like to be 16, tiny, and at the whims of a madman. Eight full days. Did Steph suffer that long? She doesn’t think so, but the time all blurs together under the pain…) “Money is obviously no object. Weapons? Name them. Tech? I’ll build it for you myself. I can wipe your record clean. I can keep the Bats off your back. I can—” Tim swallows. “My balance isn’t the best anymore, but if you want me on my knees, I can beg. If you need me to demonstrate my gratefulness or if you need someone to hurt, I—”

“Oh my god, STOP!” The table wobbles as Steph jumps to her feet, nearly spilling her ginger ale—but then, she doesn’t really want it anymore. Her stomach is one giant knot, and she’s really regretting those onion rings she had earlier.

“Please,” Tim says, soft and far more earnest than Steph can deal with right now. “He’s my little brother. I… it’s my fault he thought he could go out like this. If there’s anything you can do…”

Steph needs to get to her office. She needs to find that note, and if she can’t find it, she needs to find Joker’s delivery boy so she can beat the answer out of him. She steps away from the table. “I’ll get back to you.”

Tim grabs Steph’s wrist as she passes by. “Please—”

“I said, I’ll get back to you,” Steph snaps, yanking her arm out of his grip. She looks away from Tim’s wounded expression. “I can’t do anything if you’re dragging me down.”

Tim’s shoulders sag with relief. “Thank you.”

“…You owe me. Whether I find him or not.”

“Thank you.”

Steph walks away. She doesn’t look back.

(She shoots Joker in the throat, grabs the nearest heavy object—curved & metal, but much else doesn’t register—and beats the clown’s head in while screaming insults in League dialect. She strips down to her suit’s under layer to keep Joker’s blood away from Jason, tossing her gloves away without caring about fingerprints, and kneels down in front of Jason, making herself as small as possible. She undoes the bonds, checking his injuries, and when Jason collapses into Steph’s arms, she holds on. Steph cradles Jason in her arms, helps him rehydrate from her water bottle, and apologizes in every language she knows for not being there for him sooner.)

(Without the mask or the armor, with Steph’s hair pulling wild & sweaty out of its braid, she doesn’t look nearly so much like the villain who hurt him before. Jason wonders if he’s dead or dreaming, to finally have the hero he looked up to for so much of his childhood decide he’s worth saving after all.)

(Steph would go to the ends of the earth to protect him from that point forward. When questioned, she just mutters something about not “letting all that work go to waste.”)

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[haroldhighballjordan]

The Batfamily and Water Apparatuses

It’s time for another random, nonsensical DC post. Here are my indisputable headcanons regarding the batfamily’s preferred method of hydration while on patrol.

Bruce: Does not drink water. Much to Alfred’s absolute horror, this man goes out on patrol with no water whatsoever. And then he gets back to the Batcave and drinks, like, a single glass of it before passing out.

Barbara: Definitely has something sleek and practical that can attach easily to her utility belt. Like those disposable travel water pouches that hikers use, so she can lighten her load every time she finishes one. Also makes it easy for her to be that Mom Friend TM and share, since she can just rip one off and hand it to someone when they need it. Looking at you, Brucie boy.

Dick: Goes on patrol with the most impractical sports bottle. You know, the ones with the straws? And I’m not talking about the flippy straws that don’t spill when you tip them over, I’m talking about those long plastic straws with the caps on them. This one, to be specific:

It’s extremely obnoxious and everyone gets super annoyed with him because he constantly forgets it on random rooftops while on patrol and insists they have to go back and find it.

Jason: He has been using the same plastic Ice Mountain water bottle for the past several years. Like, he is literally refilling a crumpled plastic water bottle with the hoses on the back of peoples houses and it horrifies absolutely everyone. One night Babs was like, “Jason, please just let me buy you a water bottle,” and he was like 🤨 “I have a water bottle?”

Cass: Shares from Jason’s plastic water bottle. Shares from everyone’s water bottles, in fact. I promise I’m not trying to be lazy with this one; I genuinely think she does this. And if whoever is on patrol with her for some reason forgets their water bottle, she takes it as a personal offense, because they forget their water bottle. Now she’s going to dehydrate, and it’s all your fault.

Tim: The only one smart enough to have something along the lines of a CamelBak hydration bladder built into his suit. However, it’s almost never filled with water and contains something completely counterproductive. Like, it’s probably filled with Hawaiian punch, or something equally as stupid.

Duke: Similar to Barbara in terms of practicality, he has, like, small sports bottles that attach to his belt. The ones that marathon runners use. However, he also forgets to fill them up and clip them to his belt half the time he goes out on patrol. It’s okay though, because he works the day shift. And the small businesses in Gotham are very used to preparing water for The Signal in case he stops by to rehydrate. He’s made good friends with his most popular stops.

Steph: Similar to Dick in obnoxious absurdity, but even less practical. She literally goes on patrol with a purple glitter Starbucks collectible cup. This one, to be specific:

Also leaves it everywhere, but gets it returned to her by random civilians because it has “SPOILER” bedazzled on the front.

Damian: Like Father, like Son - does not bring water on patrol. Years of training under the League of Assassins, Heir to the Demon’s Head, Damian Wayne al Ghul is more than capable of surviving extended periods of time with minimal hydration. His body is in peak survivalist condition and he will not be weighed down by unnecessary items such as water-bottles… (he shares with Dick when no one’s looking).

#batfam #batfamily #Bruce Wayne #dick grayson #Jason Todd #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #Stephanie brown #Duke Thomas #Damian Wayne #Tim Drake

[soleminisanction]

I just went through most of your character rants and analysis and I love them so much!❤️ It’s so nice to find someone with a lot of the same opinions as me, especially after seeing a good bit of Tim hate in TikTok comments lately. I love the animatics and cosplays on there but it sucks that it seems like it’s seen as cool to be nasty to Tim’s character over there, or maybe it's just the comments of the videos I get? It’s usually people thinking he’s a misogynist or that his character steals from and or makes other robins look bad to hype him up. I don’t get these comments because I feel like all of the bats have been written with misogynistic dialogue at some point, even the girls! I don’t understand why people latch this on to Tim as some big character trait. Maybe it’s some joke I’m just not understanding. Also with the bringing other characters down to prop his character up, isn’t that what pretty much every character that is currently in the spotlight does at some point (like Steph’s Batgirl run infamously does to Babs and Tim)? Why do they attribute this only to Tim? Also, all the robins steal traits from each in adaptations and other comic runs, again why do they act like it’s a Tim only thing? Basically, all the other Bats do what they claim they hate Tim for?! It’s genuinely mind-boggling to me!

TikTok's algorithm is the worst thing about that app, because it's got a terrible tendency to send peoples' feeds into negativity spirals, and that in turn fosters a community of people who are either looking for rage-bait, are mad because they can't get away from the rage-bait, or try to bait other people to rage because that gets them engagement. There's no way off the merry-go-round once you get on it either, it's just miserable; it's why I eventually had to drop the app and now only watch the videos ported over to YouTube or Tumblr.

For my money, the reason Tim specifically gets blamed for this thing that is very obviously a problem with comics as an industry, not with his character specifically, comes at least in part from the drama involving Steph.

Because see, defenses of Steph tend to start from a seed of truth -- she was the subject of sexist writing in War Games, both in the fact that they chose to fridge her for Bruce's manpain and that artists during cuts away to the infamous torture sequence (which did not need to be as long as it was) drew her in a highly sexualized manner. But some people took that truth and ran with it, leaping onto this frustrating, stupid second-wave feminist idea that women are inherently innocent and can only ever be victims of The Patriarchy and therefor if anything goes wrong in the life of a woman, it MUST be the fault of A Man. And since it can be hard to pin-point which comic creators are responsible for these things, the brunt started to fall on the in-universe men.

So all the men around Steph became scapegoats, and Tim is the man she's both around the most and whom she has wronged the most. And then that attitude got amplified by her Batgirl run, which does this really manipulative bullshit where it only brings up Steph's past in terms that make her look like a helpless victim with no agency, without acknowledging or even mentioning any of the things she chose to do of her own free will. It especially went out of its way to demonize Tim and paint him as unreasonable, judgey and sexist, because the alternative would mean acknowledging that Steph had done some really fucked-up shit to him in the last days of Robin, and it was in fact perfectly reasonable for him to want her out of his life.

But see, that would mean that a good guy (gasp) didn't like her. And had a good reason not to like her. And trying to write a character who rises to become a true hero because they're fighting to make up for the shitty things they did in the past is so much harder than writing a innocent widdle victim who only has the best intentions and whose only problem is that the world is unfair to her specficially. White women with no self-awareness can project themselves on the latter, but not the former.

Amplify that by the faction of Damian stans who treat fictional rivalries as Deadly Serious Business and the fraction of Jason stans who hate him for existing as the result of Jason's death, both of whom will jump on and amplify any criticism no matter how baseless and uninformed just to score points against their perceived "enemy," and there you go. That's what I've observed unfolding since about 2007 anyway.

#fandom ramblings #dc comics asks

[vethsoddities]

Hold Me Like a Grudge

Summary: Ted Sankpoffski Holds A Grudge Against Stephanie Lauter For What She Had to Do In Cool As I Think I Am reprise

CW: Spoilers for NPMD and mentions of what Steph having to do in the moments after the summoning and during In Cool As I Think I Am reprise and mentions of canon things and spoilers for nightmare time 1 Time Bastard(kinda) Ted and Steph get into a argument

Master List

Credit 1:The idea was given to me by @veeicecream screenshot at the end of this post to see the idea

Credit 2:I took the white streak idea from @capriciouslyterminal with permission of corse

Credit 3: To me my idea of Duke Keane and Miss Holloway taking in Steph and teaching her how to bake and Steph working at mode Retro’s which is getting its own fic soon which is a technical part one of this story that on how Holloway and Duke took in Steph

remember requests are open and I evey so often rp if anyone wants to and I’m always looking for proofreaders if you are interested DM me if I messed up anywhere let me know the prequel to this coming at some point this took me long enough as it is lol I suck at endings lol

Ted Spankoffski was acutely aware of Eldrich away’s of the boring town of Hatchetfield, How couldn’t he when the local homeless man looked exactly like him but 50 years older than him and Pete, and how during the honey festival anyone crowned Honey Queen goes missing afterward even if there was reasoning to why the Honey Queen was no longer there in Hatchetfield. Or how so many people go missing every day and how most of the people in town seemed to always have a case of mass hysteria and blame each other like they were in a trial in a courtroom.

For example, in the recent murders of three Hatchetfield High students two out of three were Pete’s best friends Richie Lipschitz and Ruth Fleming and the third was Maxwell Jägerman Pete’s bully for years now since the fourth grade which from what Ted had seen for two weeks Pete seemed happier after Max went missing. Pete was even talking about Stephaine Lauter the mayor’s daughter and how she thought he was funny he even changed his outfit which was a tapestry of his trauma he dropped the bow tie and suspenders for her. 

 Ted approved of the new outfit maybe that was because he gave Pete the sweater a while back even if it didn’t follow the idea of picking an outfit and sticking with but, but sometimes change is good. Though he never moved on from Jenny he didn’t know where she was at all but where Jenny was he hoped she was safe. 

Speaking of being safe Ted sat in his apartment with his head in his hands in disbelief across him was his younger brother Pete was talking to him about some eldrich beings called The Lords In Black and Max Jägerman coming back from the dead which Ted didn’t know what to believe but he was wanting to hear him out. “After we went to the school which is one of many of the black alters and with the black book to summon The Lord’s In Black and the only way we could stop Max. Was one of us had to give up what we Cherish Above All Else,” Pete started as he looked at Ted whose head was still in his hands.

“And for a moment Steph was the one to do it from what one of them said she was lying to herself about what it was before one of them told Steph that,” Pete paused for a moment as he started to quote Wiggog Y'Wrath while trying his best to copy his voice “You can lie to yourself but not to me, think about it” after quoting Wiggog Y'Wrath Pete did his normal voice as he continued to tell Ted the whole story “When Steph Realized what he meant one of The Lords in Black had his hand on my hair said something like  ‘ah their he is’ that had me confused until I realized myself what he meant, which let me tell you having an eldrich being touch you is fucking terrifying. That thing even left a white streak in my hair which I honestly don’t know how to feel about it but Steph said she likes it and thinks it cool so that means that it has to be cool if she thinks then it must be,” Pete said trailing off topic for a moment. 

Ted was about to say something when  Pete got back on topic and  continued to speak “The whole time before and after Maylor Lauter brought us to the witchwood to get the black book Steph had a gun on her,” when Ted heard mention of a gun he looked up at Pete and cut him off to say “A fucking are you Serious Pete, Please don’t tell me this is going where I think is going.” 

To which the teen gave his brother a look and nodded his head and continued to speak before Ted could speak again 

“We didn’t have a choice at that moment, Ted it was either I die or the whole damn world did and I wanted to be cool this time and take the bullet, Ted don’t be mad at Steph she didn’t have a choice as I said and I’m still alive because of  Max stopping the bullet and Grace having sex with a fucking  ghost.” 

Ted had a Scowl on his face hearing that Stephanie Lauter the former Mayor’s daughter almost Sacrificed his younger brother screw the fact the world would have been doomed because of his living. Ted couldn’t even think of being i n a world without his nerdy little brother in  it 

“No Pete I think I will be mad at her hell I'm even holding a grudge against her she got you in trouble for cheating and she’s the reason Max beat you up and she almost fucking killed you and you expect me not to be mad or hold a grudge then you’re damn wrong Pete” Ted looking at Pete Scowl still on his face but it wasn’t directed towards Pete at all. Pete just sighed “I understand where you’re coming from Ted but we didn’t have a choice and I hope you know Steph would never hurt me on purpose and I hope someday you’ll understand that Ted.” With that, the Conversation between the brothers ended.

Over the course of a week after learning Stephaine had almost killed Pete, anytime Steph came over to Ted’s apartment to hang out with Pete she notched the looks Ted threw her way and the snide remarks that she got thrown her way from the elder Spankoffski. Though the remarks were never as harmful as her Father's were Ted was a sleazeball with a grudge but he was respectful to her he heard from Pete by accident what Solomon was like to her and he wouldn’t insult her too badly but he isn’t above being an asshole.

Eventually, the next time Steph came over was after she made brownies with Duke Keane and Miss. Holloway in Miss Retro’s.She had even brought hot chocolate that she also made at Miss Retro’s for Pete she’d rather make it herself or buy it from Starbucks.

Don’t get Steph wrong she’s all for supporting small businesses, But seeing as at Beanies they take forever for getting the order and spit into the drinks in general or if you’re a tad bit rude about not getting your order. Steph will always remember how Pete yelled in Beanies about not getting his hot coffee and how the barista spits in it she’d rather not get it from there.

But she also always liked Miss. Retro’s better because of how understanding and nice Miss. Holloway was to people than the baristas at Beanies were. Maybe she was a little biased on that account of liking Miss. Retro’s because she’s working there until she graduates and gets back on her feet. But that’s another story for another day.

The next time Steph came over was with brownies and hot chocolate like I said before was made with Miss. Holloway and Duke. So when she got to the apartment she knocked on the door and waited for it to open which it did but instead of Pete it was Ted “Hey Spankoffski senior I brought brownies and hot chocolate for Pete can I come in because it’s freezing out here” it was late October which was starting to get colder out.

Ted rolled his eyes and said “Sure come in sycophant make yourself at home and I’m not that old I’m 35 ” Ted muttered and then yelled “Pete your girlfriend’s here with a few things” After a second of Ted’s glaring at her Pete came out of his room and smiled wide at Steph.

“Hey,” Pete said starting to talk as he walked over to Steph “Steph you didn’t have to bring me anything at all” Steph smiled “Well Pete I did anyways plus Miss. Retro helped me make these” Stephanie said lifting her hand that had a dessert box with Miss—Retro’s Dinner logo on it.

“I also made you hot chocolate because I’d rather not give you a drink that the crappy barista at Beanies spits in,” Steph said Ted despite the fact he has a grudge against her agreed with Stephanie on that fact. He knew Emma was crabby he’d seen it himself and yet how co-worker and friend Paul liked her.

Steph gave Pete his hot Chocolate that wasn’t hot or cold it was warm which was just right to drink and Pete wouldn’t have to wait to drink it. After Pete Took the hot chocolate Steph handed him the brownies and he went to put the brownies in the kitchen.

Stephanie in general had enough of Ted’s snide remarks toward her Stephanie decided to confront him upfront about it when Pete wasn’t close enough to hear so she took the chance to confront Ted here and now. So she took the chance to speak to Ted

“I have a question Ted what the fuck did I ever do to you Ted to make you hate me enough to make snide remarks around me” Steph looked him in the eyes as she spoke “Because whatever I did please tell me so we can get over this whole irksome indifferent’s.”     

Ted looks back at Steph and lets out a harsh sigh “Alright i will we’re do I start you almost shot Pete and then acted like it’s nothing and causing nothing but trouble for Pete since you started to talk like how you caused him to get beaten,” Ted continues as he stares at Stephanie done

“And even summoned fucking Eldredge beings called the lords in black and one of them touched him which caused a white streak in his hair” Ted wasn’t going to hold back on what he was saying as he continued to speak. Steph looked at him with a sight shocked expression realizing what this was all about the snide remarks and comments that were aimed towards her.

It took her a moment to speak “Is that what this is about?” Steph said her brows furrowed as she looked at Ted a be it a little hurt “Yes that is what all of this is about Stephanie you act so alienating yourself from showing how you feel,”

“It seems like you don’t give a damn about shooting at my brother to save the whole damn world, and not because of you he only lived because of fucking Grace Chasity of all people.” Ted’s tone was one of anger and indifference towards Steph as the scowl Ted tended to get when angered or annoyed was etched onto his face.

Steph raised a brow and asked “Really? Is that why you hate me honestly I don’t blame you for that I don’t, but you know it was an impossible situation, you know there wasn't a lot of options, so what do you want from me!” Stephanie’s tone was a defensive one.

Ted took a breath and admitted “Yeah there weren't many options, but that's my baby brother, that's all I have And I almost lost him and I never would have known why. It isn't logical or rational to be pissed because I am.”

Ted and Steph sat in silence ending the conversation and the silence tension went painfully slow for a moment before it dawned on the two of them that Pete hadn’t come back yet from putting the hot chocolate on the counter that Steph brought for him. Almost as if it was on queue the sound of something dropping alerted both Steph and Ted.

Steph quickly got up and rushed to the kitchen beating Ted there before he could. Where the sound came from was from the kitchen Ted followed after to check on Pete in case he passed out from low blood sugar.

When Steph rushed into the Kitchen she saw Pete drop one of the hot chocolates she brought. Pete was panicking and Steph’s brows furrowed in concern “Pete? Are you okay can you hear me?” Steph asks knowing that he isn’t good but she thinks she might as well ask him.

Through panicked breaths, Pete looked up at Steph “Steph?” Pete asks his eyesight blurred by tears “Yeah Pete it’s me I’m going to need you to breathe with me okay can you do that?” Steph asks walking to Pete.

Pete nods as he feels Steph put a hand on his shoulder as she tells him to take a deep breath in which he does and then out. After awhile Pete is a bit more calm as Steph tells him to do ‘54321’ he starts to list enter off. “Hey how about we get you into the living room for you to have a seat would you like Pete?” Pete nods as Steph takes his hand and starts to walk back to the living room.

Ted seeing them move steps out of the way side eyeing Steph but with a less aggressive more softened seeing how She handles Pete with such care and compassion. This causes him a moment of trying to fathom how Steph was willing to shoot at Pete but seeing the caring and loving expression with care and understanding for Pete the look she held when she looked at Pete.

It reminded him of Jenny and himself. especially when Jenny did the same thing for him when he had a panic attack in college. He loved Jenny more than a friend but he never got to tell her seeing as she moved to Clivesdale before he got to. The more Ted stared at both Steph and Pete as they talked Pete seemed more calm than he was before.

As the time bastard watches the pare he starts to realize he missed judged Steph. Ted knows that if he had to shoot Jenny to save the world he’d would be especially to keep Pete safe. As he came to that realization he felt bad but he wouldn’t say it out loud at least not right now not in front of Pete.

Ted noticed Steph looked over at him her brows furrowed in confusion trying to pin out why Ted was staring. When he noticed Ted’s gaze had softened more he gave Steph a nod of approval and a scent promise that they’d talk about this later. When Steph got the nod of approval from Ted she had a small smile forming on her face.

Despite the irksome indifference that is sightly still there between Stephanie and Ted at the end of the day the two of them care for each other. Even if Ted still holds the grudge he has towards Stephanie it’s now softened as he slowly understands why she had to nearly sacrifice Pete for the sake of the world.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #nerdy prudes spoilers #npmd spoilers #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #stephanie lauter #steph lauter #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #ted spankoffski #jenny nightmare time mentioned #nightmare time spoilers #it’s 3am #i’m tired #i want to sleep #dyslexic writer #veth’s rambling #vethsoddities #if I made any mistakes let me know #this took way too long #this took forever #idk how to end this #lautski

[fryingpan1234567]

Give me… give me Tim Drake being a teenager™️

He’s a high schooler, right? He’s like sixteen?? Ain’t no way that mf stays home all the time

Cause listen. I myself am an avid lover of shit horror movies and reading by myself and whatever, but if I don’t get out of the house with my friends all the time I lose my mind (granted my house isn’t a mansion and I’m not a superhero but we’ll move past that)

He’s got Conner and I’d HOPE he’s made at least some sort of acquaintances at school, especially because he’s a rich badass with a motorcycle. And he knows how to root out people who are trying to use him for anything so the people he hangs with are good ones

Going to the mall as a group and showing each other really ugly clothes and going “You’d look fabulous in this”

Damian gets busy and asks Tim to take Titus for a walk and Tim’s friends are like WHAT I LOVE HIM (Dami doesn’t get him back for the rest of the day)

Whenever Bruce calls him with the group he’s gotta be like “guys guys shut up” and they’re in the background making obnoxious noises

But it’s worse because a lot of the times it’s about a case so Bruce will be like “Tim there’s been 4 murders report to the scene immediately” and his friends are pretending to fuck in the background

CONSTANTLY making fun of him spontaneously disappearing

But still covering for him when he does

Steph and Duke are in the group too, even tho Duke is a year or two younger

Conner flirts with everybody so no one connects the dots that they’re dating until one day Tim runs up filming for his Snap story, goes “VIBE CHECK!!” and drags him into a kiss he was NOT prepared for, and then runs off again in front of the whole group

Everybody is big brain with a caffeine addiction. They became friends for a reason, obviously

They fight over who gets to go on Tim’s bike w him when they go places. His extra helmet that’s reserved for his friend group has a big purple sticker on the back that says ‘WHORE’ in glittery cursive. If he takes literally anyone else on his bike (a rare occurrence but still) he’s got a regular black helmet

(Steph loves the whore helmet)

Please picture Timothy Jackson Drake (attempt to anyways) smuggling banned food onto campus to stuff in his and his friends’ lockers because they’re too lazy to leave every time they want food

#Tim Drake #Red Robin #dc #something came over me #also I was writing more DC x Riordanverse aka my excuse to ship Percy and Tim and I got some good stuff bro I’m back on the wagon #anyways gn

[slautertm]

i shouldn’t have come- the words have been on constant loop in her mind before she had even left her house. i shouldn’t go- as she slid out of bed and wobbled to brush her teeth. they will have no idea why the hell i’m there- as fingers struggled with the zipper at the back of her dress. i don’t want to see his family’s reaction- as she tucked away the bottle of advil without taking a pill for her pounding headache. whether it was from the bourbon she downed the night before or from … other stressors was to be determined but steph could give less of a shit. she was hoping the pain would be a distraction from anything and everything else, something she could focus on if when it all went downhill. regardless, she had been in no rush to get there, driving slowly, no music on, two bouquets of flowers in the passenger next to her- white daises and forget-me-nots, with a card to the family family, anonymous which she sneakily leaves on the counter as she makes her way inside the venue. the other she clutches in her hand, the same forget-me-nots, blue hyacinth, and green, technically not fully blossomed hydrangea's. not that steph knew here flowers but the woman who she had bought them from had told her when she bought them, gave a whole lecture on the meaning- it was easier to listen to that shit than what was going on in her head, which was a similar thing to what she was doing as she walked into the service.

she had been purposeful about when she entered, going in a few moments before the actual service, long enough to pick her seat, but also long enough to where no one would start conversation with her. she had a plan- get in, get both the flowers where they were meant to go, say her words, get out. she was not giving up on this yet. she could not give up on this yet and yet... well here she was. and being here was a lot harder than she actually though it would be and that is even with her barely listening to the actual service.

she could hear crying in the front- or at the very least an attempt to not cry. the sound around her... it's almost... muffled in some sort of way because for the life of her she cannot focus on it. all that she can do is stare at the casket- it's closed, obviously, she doesn't know shit about how fixing bodies goes but she does know there probably is not much to be done about someone with a bullet to the head- she had seen the body ( she sees the body in her nightmares still, when she hears a loud noise, in the middle of nowhere ) but the casket... it almost had her wanting to stand on her feet and rip open the lid just to see as those words from that son of a bitch look in her head.

not gone. not gone. not gone. not gone. N O T G O N E

so lost in her thoughts, though, the service moved quickly, people started to leave and steph stood on her feet and tried to find a corner to hide in so she could go over to pete with less people around, staring at faces, trying to clock them. trying to see what his family looked like- where they were, if his mom or dad had found the bouquet for them, the other clutched to her like a vice grip, more and more people making there way out, steph exhaling before taking slow steps forward to the coffin.

@sleazeballtm !

#the ! feels inappropriate but you know #it's fine it's chill she just killed you little bro you know. normal shit #bre im so sorry this is so LONG AS ALWAYS! no pressure on the length #i had a lot of emotions #{ SLEAZEBALL | TED } #{ V~~~ BORROWED TIME }

[professional-benaddict]

Stephen's dislocated shoulder - part 2

brainstormings with @dumb-bitch-starker 💗💗

part 1 - part 3

Neurosurgeon Stephen, Peter, dislocated shoulder, hospital, surgery, whump, fluff

Finally, the surgery day arrives and Peter takes his sulky boyfriend to the hospital. It is the same one Stephen works at, and he keeps his head low at all times. Luckily, getting checked into ortho goes smoothly and soon Stephen is waiting for his turn. 

But, turns out the ORs are a bit backed up, so the nurses are told to do as much pre OP care as possible to keep their schedule. This means putting a catheter in Stephen while he is still awake. And, even worse, the nurses have a medical student with them too. 

“Absolutely not. That overly excited student of yours has slept three hours last night. Max! He’s not touching me.” 

“Stephen… it’s just a catheter…” Peter says. 

“Have you had one before? Do you know how it feels?”

Stephen’s ortho surgeon overhears the commotion and he quietly tells the nurses to give Stephen more sedatives because he is obviously upset and admitting it will make him even more upset. Peter sees the nurse approaching with a syringe to inject into Stephen’s IV. The younger man knows what is going on, so he distracts his overreacting boyfriend with a deep kiss. Stephen does not even notice the nurse injecting him. Peter keeps stroking Stephen’s hair and kisses his hand while Stephen gets more sleepy and calm. 

“You’re being a big baby, Steph. A big baby… My big baby though.”

“Am not…” Stephen blinks slowly. His eyelids look heavy. “W’at… You shiit…” 

Peter chuckles lightly. Stephen must have realised he was tricked, but there is no fighting the drugs. The ortho surgeon comes over, saying the OR is now ready. He is also a friend of Stephen’s, or at least a coworker. 

“Is he this bitchy at home?” The surgeon asks. 

“No, well, not usually.” Peter sighs. 

The sedatives work really well, so Stephen is almost asleep when the nurses tell them to say goodbye for now. And Peter kisses his boyfriend so passionately and Stephen kisses back as much as he can. 

“I’ll see you soon.” Peter says, letting go of Stephen’s hand. 

Two nurses in caps and gowns bring Stephen to the OR. 

“We’ll take good care of your dad.” One of the nurses says to Peter. The younger man considers correcting the nurse, but he doesn’t bother. He shakes his head fondly and goes to the waiting room. 

Almost three hours later, the ortho surgeon comes to the waiting room to update Peter. The surgery went perfect and with some physical therapy, Stephen will be back to work in a few weeks time. Peter is very relieved and very eager to see his boyfriend. 

Stephen has been brought out of recovery, since he came out of the anesthesia fairly quickly. He is now back in his own room where he will stay overnight. Everything has calmed down finally, and Peter sits by Stephen’s bedside. The doctor’s arm is in a sling and there are a few bandages from where the ortho surgeon fixed his shoulder laparoscopically. 

Stephen extends his good hand to Peter with his eyes closed.

“It hurts…”

“I know, just try to sleep.”

“I’m so tired I can’t sleep…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just feel my hand.” 

And so Peter starts kissing and rubbing at Stephen’s hand, all the while being mindful of the IV. Soon enough, Stephen falls asleep again.

#my fics #spiderstrange #strangespider #peter parker x stephen strange #peter parker #stephen strange

[awhitehead17]

Whumptober 2022: Day 31 - A light at the end of the tunnel 

Prompt: “You can rest now.” 

Summary: In order to get Jason to finally rest, he calls in the rest of the family to help out with his plan that he’s sure will help Jason finally relax enough in order to go to sleep.

A/N: This is a direct continuation of Day 29 (Sleep Deprivation).

Enjoy! :D

Dropping the hoard of blankets onto the ground in front of him, Dick observes the room and all of the occupants within.

His siblings are all scattered around the room, Cass and Steph are lounging on the love seat, tangled together watching something on Steph’s phone. Damian is sat on the floor by the couch with a sketch book on his bent knees, a tray of pencils on one side and Titus lies on the other. Tim and Duke are currently on the couch, the two of them involved in some sort of competitive game on their Nintendo Switches (Dick’s willing to bet it’s Mario Kart.) The final couch is void of anyone because that’s where Dick will be sitting with the last person who isn’t yet in the room.

The room has been reorganised. The seats all form a semi-circle around the TV with the coffee table placed in the centre between the pieces of furniture allowing everyone to have easy access to it, after all that’s where all their snacks are going to be placed throughout the night.

The first one to spot him in the room is Steph, although Cass probably knew the exact moment he walked through the door. Her eyes flick down to the pile of blankets before settling on his face. “Are you sure this is going to work? Don’t get me wrong I’m always down for a movie night but isn’t an intervention a little extreme? He’s not going to respond well to this.”

Dick sighs before answering. He's had this conversation twice already, once with himself and the other with Bruce and Alfred when he requested for everyone to have that night off patrol given if everyone could afford too. This is a risk and it may not go down well but he’s willing to attempt it.

“He’ll probably react strongly at first but I honestly think this may help. I’m thinking along the lines of that if he knows, even subconsciously, that he’s surrounded by people he trusts, people who can watch his back, then he’ll be able to let his guard down enough for his body to give into the rest it clearly needs. Tonight may be able to rest peacefully for the first time in who knows how long.”

“It’s a long shot but it may work.” Tim pipes up from his position on the couch.

He hasn’t looked up from his game although it’s clear he’s listening. After his sparring session with Jason that afternoon, Dick knows Tim is worried about him, especially considering how easily Tim beat Jason that day. Normally the kid couldn’t land more than a couple hits on his brother but that day he wiped the floor with him.

“And if he refuses to stay here with us?” Steph asks looking doubtful.

Dick shrugs in response, “then we take the opportunity to have a movie night anyway and have Alfred inform us if Jason goes out tonight.” That’s when his phone beeps. Taking it out of his pocket Dick looks at the message he’s received before looking back up at the room. “They’re coming.”

Making sure it’s all casual, Dick times it just right so when Bruce and Jason enter the room it’s when he’s handing out the blankets and pillows to each person. Despite what it is, Dick doesn’t want it to feel like it’s an ambush, he wants to try and relax Jason as much as possible before he really blows out of the water.

Walking over to his brother he shoves a blanket and pillow into his arms and points over to the empty couch at the side. “These are yours and that couch is your space for tonight.”

He walks away before Jason could utter a word. Dick goes to the coffee table and picks up a bottle of water, regardless of all the different types of beverages they have he refuses to give Jason anything that has caffeine in it, and then returns to Jason and places the bottle on top of the blanket.

Jason finally speaks. “What the fuck is this?” He glances around the room, taking in how everyone is wrapping themselves up in blankets and settling down with drinks and snacks, getting ready for a film to start. Jason doesn’t need to be told what is going on because he can very clearly work it out for himself.

He turns his attention back on Dick and glares hard, their conversation from earlier surely going through his head.

“Absolutely not.” Jason instantly refuses with a shake of his head. He pushes the items back at Dick to which Dick refuses to take and steps away before he could try again. “I’m not doing this shit. It’s bad enough when it was just you but now you’re dragging everyone else in it too!”

“Jason.” Dick says waiting until his brother has calmed down slightly and is willing to listen. “We understand why you’re avoiding sleep and I figured if you were in fact surrounded by family who can watch over you then you’ll be able to rest easier. It may not be for long but it’ll be more than what you’ve had in the last four days alone.”

Jason looks livid however before he could respond Tim pipes up from the couch, the younger one now wrapped up in a bright orange blanket while sprawled out across the seat with his feet resting on Duke’s lap. “Hey, it’s not all about you tough guy! Perhaps some of us just a night off too y’know. My shoulder is killing me from where I strained it yesterday, swinging around on it tonight won’t do me any good.”

“My knee is playing too,” Steph chips in, she grins at them as she lifts up her purple patterned blanket to reveal an ice pack strapped to her right knee. Where she got that ice pack from Dick has no idea because that wasn’t there earlier, but he's not going to comment on it. “I’m resting it tonight and going to see how it is tomorrow.”

“While you incompetent fools are injured, I am not, however I have been on patrol for five nights in a row and father has forbid me going out again tonight despite my wishes. It’s also an opportunity for me to improve my artistic skills.” From the floor Damian adds his piece. Dick has to hold back a grin, it wasn’t actually Bruce for forbid Damian from going out, it was actually him, although Dick isn’t going to say anything about that.

These comments seems to make Jason pause and while Dick could see the disbelief on his face, he could tell that Jason isn’t going to fight as hard against this as he once was. Their kinda-yet-not-really excuses make it seem less like it’s an invention for Jason but rather all of them just wanting a night off to rest anyway.

He sends Dick a glare, silently telling him “I know what you’re up too you fucker”, before he finally relents and gives in. Wordlessly he heads for the couch, with the blanket pillow and bottle in hands and plops down onto the couch and takes a moment to get himself situated. When he’s done he’s sat up right with the blanket draped across his lap and the water bottle in hand, he’s wearing an unimpressed expression with a raised eyebrow. “Happy?”

Dick pouts, yes and no. He’s glad Jason is staying with them however he’s to tense and upright for him to be able to relax. Clearly Dick’s job isn’t done just yet. Rather than bringing attention to it, Dick sends him a tight smile and nods. As he's the only still standing, Dick’s the one to sort the TV out by grabbing the remote and playing the film they all had decided on (something that took time with a whole lot of arguing before they came to a collective decision) before making his way to the couch he’s sharing with Jason.

The films starts to play and the room settles into a comfortable silence with the occasional whisper and rustle of a food packet or drinks bottle happening. Throughout the film Dick keeps an eye on Jason, his attention more on his brother than the film, and Dick notices immediately that Jason’s eyes are starting to droop, his head occasionally drops and then jerks back up as he begins to nod off. Dick silently sighs, Jason still isn’t letting himself go to sleep.

Unable to watch the almost pitiful scene anymore, Dick wordlessly reaches over and curls a hand around Jason’s shoulder. His brother protests but Dick shushes him and drags his body down until his head is in Dick’s lap and Jason is forced to raise his legs up onto the couch or else he’d be stuck in an uncomfortable position. Dick shoves a pillow underneath Jason’s head and readjusts the blanket around him so he’s more comfortable.

While Jason doesn’t verbally protest against the new position, his body doesn’t yet relax. Pulling out his trump card, Dick begins to start threading his fingers through Jason’s hair and gently massaging his scalp. His brother tenses up even further but as Dick continues with the administrations he could feel the tension gradually leave Jason, his body becomes pliant against his and his breathing starts to level out.

Dick ducks down and whispers reassuringly into Jason’s ear before he drifts off, “let go, you can rest now. You’re safe.”

Jason huffs out a breath but otherwise doesn’t respond. Within a few minutes he’s completely out cold on Dick’s lap, his breathing quiet and level and his body a relaxed lump against him. Dick looks up to find majority of the family looking at him, all he could do is send them a small, pleased smile. Their mission worked. Now he hopes that Jason stays asleep for at least three hours, his body needs the rest after the abuse Jason’s put it through. With his brother passed out on his lap Dick finally turns his attention to the film for the first time that night, at least he can somewhat relax now that Jason is taken care of.

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Batgirls 2022 Annual Review

Batgirls Annual 2022 begins the series' fourth arc and clearly has ramifications being teased that'll change the Batgirls forever. But was it good? And what of the changes that pertain to Cass?

I'll start off with the negative. I found the issue to be pretty-- meh. For an annual, the story felt like a breeze to read. Compared to say Nightwing (which also came out) and had so many stories to it.

Also, the concept of the issue itself I just don't feel like was used to the full extent it could've been. I mean we still have an issue left. But.. there are possibilities here that are teased in the issue. Steph seeing the world thru Cass's eyes. Maybe even having her body reading abilities. It's teased in the issue, and it is also kind of obvious Cass (while in Steph) is oblivious to the trap that's sprung.

But man oh man. Cass really takes a stupid pill by the issue's end. Just a few pages ago she and Steph were fighting the Hill's Angels. Suddenly, she's cool with them? EVEN UNMASKING?! What the heck Cass?!

The whole scene just feels so very rushed to begin with. I'd just had Cluemaster get the better of her, given well Cass is in Steph's body and can't see body language. Aka what actually befell her in a certain infamous Tec issue.

It also just feels so unCass. And it's just gnawing at me how stupid the scene was.

But it isn't what unsettles me Cass/Steph investigating a double murder which leads too-- League of Assasins. Oh, joy. Lady Shiva is appearing in this issue and she's not even part of them but STILL feels tied to the hip with the group.

It doesn't help that it appears she's also the prime suspect in the case. But I digress we're only part one in this arc.

I'm just more haunted at the past stories with Asian female characters at DC and them dropping all characterization at the drop of a hat. So they can be coldly evil to their children.

It's just that Shiva feels distant here to Cass. Even with the crossroads, the two made in Batman & the Outsiders two years back.

I'm getting an awful bad flashback to Shado did to Emi (Percy's Green Arrow they were on good terms. Teen Titans Shado decides to try and kill Emi 🙃) so far with Shiva's appearance here. I really hope writers Conrad and Cloonan don't be predictable with the outcome here.

But I digress. The wild card being Jervis Tetch aka the Mad Hatter hanging around the place has me to believe someone put him up to this with the Batgirls in this issue.

There was also one tiny nitpick as well I had with the issue. Namely, Robi Rodriguez draws Cass with such long hair. It just feels jarring to see Cass with these long locks.  A little copy/paste of looking like Steph this issue BEFORE the body swap.

So with all these gripes I'll get to what I did enjoy about the issue. Like I said prior the opening with Cass at the art museum was *chef's kiss*. Likewise, I'm glad the series is continuing on with Rebirth Cass wanting to overcome her reading disability.

It's just.. I wish we saw it more in the book itself. Save well four issues out of thirteen at this point.

We might be getting just that. As this issue teases a big new status quo.  Babs is leaving the Hill and moving back into the Clocktower (so this links up with the current Batman comic).

Honestly, from beginning to end this was the best written Barbara Gordon in the entire series so far. We finally get to see a layer of Babs' character peeled back this issue. It was really good.

Likewise, she has her own snooping to have in this arc trying to fix the pair's body swap issue. I'm really curious how this subplot will end and where this goes for Babs on the book now. Is Batman and Nightwing her only main books now?

I also like the little moments of Cass sprinkled prior to the body swap too. Freaking out over the League of Assassins (given well she has dealt with them, Steph hasn't). My question does this subplot relate to the goings on in Detective Comics?

The other BIG thing is the Cass/Steph bonding this issue. It's cute. Probably the big highlight as they cope with Babs going, but also being there for one another.

Then there's the time capsule plot introduced in the issue. You know this is gonna be used in #15. It just SCREAMS it'll be.

More so when it is even teased later in the issue just what Steph's letter might be for Cass.

Wait-- is this happening? Are we getting something here or being baited again? Cause I feel like I heard this story before in Future State Batgirls but never them fully going with it only allusions.

So yeah this was a setback in some areas but a step forward in some. I'm anxious for the next two issues because A.) the art teased so far looks absolutely stunning. B.) utterly fearful if predictably occurs.

But I'll keep myself going into this with an open mind and hopeful that Conrad and Cloonan avoid the past mistakes other writers have done with the murder moms.

I seriously just wish maybe someone can purchase a walkie-talkie sets and get Ram V to constantly say thru them, "AVOID THESE CLICHES! These characters deserve better! They deserve to be fully dimensional characters! FULLY DIMENSIONAL!"

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Roswell New Mexico - Season 4 Episode 2

So uhh....Alex just got sucked underground by alien related nonsense. I suppose I should at least be glad that if he’s having less screen time this season, it’s at least part of the main plot and not just because he’s supposedly at Deep Sky working even though everyone will think he’s just out on a work trip. But uhhh...also I don’t like it and I don’t want him to be MIA forever with this being the last season. We better get a damn good reunion scene. 

That said, the Malex goodbye scene was lovely right down to the his and his alien best friends forever soulmate necklaces. Also, for god’s sake just say “I love you”. If they don’t get to say it before the end of the season/series, I will be mad. I mean I know they’ve said it in a million other ways but the actual words would be nice. Still, it’s nice that Michael was going to trust Alex with the console in the end. 

The tiny Sanders scene was also amazing. I like that we got a little bit with him and he always give Michael good advice about Alex so it’s great to see more of that. In the same vein, I like that we’ve gotten a bit more Arturo so far this season too. I like getting the parent/parental figures involved where we can. I still would like Arturo to be in the know on aliens though. I think it’s wild that he’s not. I suppose in the original show, Liz’s dad didn’t know until the very end through Liz’s journals but I want Arturo to know. He deserves to. 

Last thing about Alex, I was so excited that he got to be in a scene with other people in this episode in that little meeting with Max and Dallas. I’m sad that this may be all we’re going to get for a good while. Sigh. 

Speaking of Dallas, last week I was all ooh maybe him and Maria and now Maria was MIA and now I’m all like “yes Cameron and Dallas”. I just want him to have someone in the end. I’m also just again glad to see him integrating with the group and getting to help out with the investigation and such. 

Max was kind of frustrating this week with being dismissive to Dallas and then kind of awful to Anatsa. I mean I get that he doesn’t want her looking into the case and she’s kind of a problem but still...chill out man. Don’t be such a dick. 

I like the idea of Liz trying to find a good balance between getting obsessive about the science and having a life. I don’t think that was as well articulated last week when she turned Max down or talked to Arturo so I’m glad it was elaborated on this week. And I liked the wife whose name I have forgotten. She gave good advice...and alien related gifts. 

I still miss Rosa. Her name was in the credits this week (I don’t remember if it was last week) but it got me all excited and then...no Rosa. Sigh. 

Kyle was stuck at the hospital again but at least he was somewhat involved in things with Anatsa and Isobel. Also, the ONLY reason I will tolerate Steph 2.0 as @bisexualalienblast referred to her is to make Isobel realize her feelings, which might have been starting to happen there at the end when she saw them on their date. I’m here for that because I know Isobel and Anatsa isn’t going to last obviously. Although I think they’re obviously doing miles better than Alex and Forrest and better than Michael and Maria in a lot of ways too. The conflict feels believable that Isobel doesn’t know how to tell her about the alien stuff which sits at odds with Anatsa’s reporter nature trying to dig up the truth. In some ways Kyle is the easier option because he already know, but they have so much trust between them that it seems is harder for Isobel to find with Anatsa. I don’t know, we’ll see how it goes. 

Plot wise, I feel like I’m always less annoyed at the start of a season because they haven’t had a chance to just completely drop a plot and switch gears. That usually happens half way through but this whole Jones contingency plan triad seems like it maybe actually has legs for the whole season the way that Jones did but right now they don’t really seem to have a secondary distracting thing per say so maybe this will finally be the season that they make things simpler on that front and don’t bite off more than they can chew. Time will tell. 

But right now it feels mildly less stressful to watch than usual, which feels encouraging. I feel like Tesca is the most interesting of the three but maybe that’s also because she’s more mysterious and we haven’t seen as much from her. But she’s also clearly the leader of the bunch. I’m still not quite sure what their goal is. Are they trying to recreate Oasis on Earth? It half sounded like that and half not. 

I am kind of glad they’ve dragged Graham Greene back into things again. I always felt like he was a missed opportunity when it came to the show. He or his twin always get dragged in a little but they never real commit to him properly being part of the story. So we’ll see if that happens at all this time or if he’s just never seen again after this. 

Also interesting, was hearing Ophiuchus again. They really are bringing us back full circle to season one. With that, with the Alighting, even with Michael’s console. I do like that because all of these things were weird hanging threads that often annoyed me in seasons 2 and 3 so I’m glad we’re getting back to them before the end. Remains to be seen what they do with all that but it’s at least promising that they remembered. 

Honestly, it feels strange not to be yelling in all caps about the absurdity of this show. Has it improved? I feel like it has to some degree. I guess we have to see how it goes. They still have a problem with characters who are not in episodes just not being mentioned at all. I wonder how much Alex will be remembered while he’s off screen. (Also do we know how many episodes he missed? Sigh)

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