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therealcocoshady · 20 days

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Recovery - Chapter 34

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Thanksgiving is just around the corner and Reader is planning Talia and Jamal's wedding when unexpected news happen.

Tags : Angst

TW : Mention of drug use - Mention of pregnancy

Author's Note : I hope you enjoy the chapter ❤️

Y/N’s POV

Ever since Marshall had informed you that Kim would be there for Thanksgiving, you were a little bit freaked out. However, you didn’t really bring up the topic, and neither did your boyfriend. After the conversation, you spent a few days pondering whether or not you should try and escape the situation. Not being American, Thanksgiving wasn’t important to you anyway so you wouldn’t mind skipping it or celebrating it the same way you had done since you came to the US - with Talia and Jamal.

When you moved to Detroit, you quickly befriended Talia at the beginning of the school year. You were planning on spending your first Thanksgiving in your dorm room, on your own, watching a crappy movie and eating ramen, but she wouldn’t have it and invited you to spend the day with her, her boyfriend and her family. At first, you declined the invitation but she basically forced you to go and that’s how you met Jamal, as well as Talia’s mother and her three sisters. You got along with everyone and had an official, standing invitation for every holiday, your best friend’s family being just as warm and welcoming as her. Even when you were with your ex, you spent Thanksgiving with Talia. This year would be your first time celebrating it with someone else. When you told her about the change of plans, she was happy for you but made it clear that you would be missed. To be fair, you would miss them too. You didn’t know too much about how everyone else celebrated Thanksgiving, but Talia’s family certainly made it fun : everyone would spend the day cooking together in a relaxed atmosphere, making jokes, dancing to some 80s tunes and playing board games.

You didn’t mind skipping this in order to celebrate with the man you loved, but knowing his ex-wife would be there certainly made you reconsider. However, he made it clear that he was looking forward to celebrating with you and told you how important it was for him that you be there.

It’s a family holiday, he said. We’re officially living together, it doesn’t make sense to spend it apart, Y/N. We’re family, now.

We’re still very new, you reminded him. What will your family think ?

As far as they’re concerned, you can do no wrong, he chuckled. Apparently, they’re all relieved that my grumpy ass found someone who is actually willing to put up with me. And they all know and like you already.

Except for your ex, you pointed out.

Is that what it’s really about ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You sighed and did not reply. Part of you thought that it was a good thing that Marshall and Kim were on friendly terms, for the sake of their daughters. It was a proof of maturity on their part and you had heard enough stories from your friends with divorced parents to know that it was actually a good thing. Everyone would like for their parents to be able to get along after a divorce. But being the partner of someone who was divorced made it a little challenging. After all, no one expected to spend a holiday with their boyfriend’s ex-wife, let alone relished the idea.

I told you it will be fine, he said as he hugged you from behind while you were doing your skincare before bed. And it’s not just her, anyway. Everyone else will be there.

Yes but she’s the only one I haven’t met yet, you said sheepishly. What if she hates me ?

Why would she hate you ? He scoffed.

Because I’m your girlfriend… Duh ?

Look, Y/N, he said as he took your hands in his. Yes, Kim is my ex, and yes, we have a long and complicated history. But any form of romantic feeling between us is long gone. There won’t be any jealousy… On her part, at least.

The end of his comment made you raise an eyebrow.

You think I’m jealous of her ? You asked.

I don’t know, he said with a smile. Are you ?

I guess not, you shrugged. I do have many questions, though.

So we’re gonna have that talk, huh ? He asked with a sigh.

Do you mind ?

No offense, babe, but even if I did… I know you well-enough to know that you’d toss and turn all night, and you'll drive yourself crazy and me as well. I love you, and I want to get some sleep tonight, so for both our sakes, let’s get this over with, he chuckled.

Thank you, you said shyly as you felt your face redden a bit.

You both sat in bed and you were nervously tugging on your nightgown, not really knowing where to start.

I don’t have all night, though, he said playfully. Just ask your damn questions, babe.

Did she sleep here ? You asked, as it was the first question that popped into your head - hell, maybe you were in her spot !

In this room or in this bed ? He asked. This is the master bedroom, so yeah, we slept here. The bed and mattress are new, though, if that’s any comfort. Next question ?

Do you miss her, sometimes ? You asked nervously.

He glanced at you and shook his head with a smile.

What kind of question is that, Y/N ? He simply asked. Really ? You’re asking me if I miss her ?

Can you blame me for wondering, though ? Everyone knows she’s the love of your life, your high-school sweetheart and stuff…

Everyone also knows that our marriages were utter failures and that we drove each other crazy, he stated with an eye roll.

So you never think about her ? You asked.

That’s a different question. Of course I think about her often.

Often ?! What the hell did he mean by that ? As he saw the expression on your face - that probably resembled that of a deer in headlights - he let out a laugh.

I told you, babe, we have a history and three daughters, he said. Of course I think about her, whether it’s something about the girls or simply memories. I can’t erase twenty-plus years from my brain, you know ? But it doesn’t mean I miss her. I used to, for sure, but I don’t. Not anymore. You can think of the good times you had with someone without missing the relationship.

I guess, you said. How do you feel about her now, then ?

I mean… She’s the mother of my children and that will never change. In that regard, I respect her, because she’s doing her best to be a good mom, too. I might not always agree with her, in fact there’s a lot of shit we disagree on, but she’s high in my esteem. Also because she put up with a lot of me and my shit, he said.

Do you have feelings for her ? You blurted out before you were able to hold back the words.

As soon as you spoke these words, he frowned and shook his head. He sighed and took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers.

I just told you I don’t miss her, he said. So no, I don’t have feelings for her. Not romantic, at least. I do have affection for her, though, in a way. I care for her and I don’t want anything bad happening to her. If she ever needs me, I’m here. I told you before - whether we like it or not, Kim and I will always be family. So I will always be there to support her.

You nodded, a bit lost in your thoughts. He pulled you in his arms and leaned in, his forehead resting against yours while his piercing blue gaze held yours.

I need you to understand something, baby, he said. Nothing I’m saying here affects the way I feel about you. Just because I care for Kim doesn’t mean I don’t love you. You are the woman I love and the one who makes me happy, and no one will change that.

Ok, you said as you nodded softly. I love you too, you know ?

And even if she did hate you, which she won’t, you’re the one person I chose to share my life with. Whether anyone likes it or not, you are my girl and they have to respect that. And I know she does, he said.

Ok, you said. Does she know that we live together here ?

She does, he nodded.

And that I’m… You know… Younger ?

Yes, that too, he chuckled. I mean, I told her about you before so she knows a couple of things. She knows your name, your age, what you do in life, part of our story and, most of all, she knows I am head over heels in love with you.

When did you tell her all that ? You asked, a bit surprised.

I talked about you on a couple of occasions, he explained. When we got together, and a couple of months after our breakup, too. We don’t speak or see each other too often, but we keep up with each other’s life.

He was smiling, which was sort of reassuring. His transparency made you feel at peace and, even though you were still a bit anxious, you eased up. You smiled back and kissed him on the cheek.

Thank you for reassuring me, you said softly. I think you got yourself a night without me tossing and turning.

Good, he chuckled. I get how weird it must be for you, you know ? But I’m sure everything will be fine. It’s just Thanksgiving.

You smiled and nuzzled his neck as he held you in his arms, tracing circles on your shoulder.

I love you, Marshall.

I love you too, Y/N. And I’m really happy we’re celebrating our first holiday together, he added.

That’s a milestone, you said.

The first of many, many more, he said with a smile before pressing a kiss to your temple.

So… What does a typical Thanksgiving look like in the Mathers household ? You asked. What should I expect ?

Just classic Thanksgiving stuff, you know ? He shrugged.

Well I only ever celebrated at Talia’s family’s, so… I don’t know, you chuckled. In my experience, it involves Talia’s mom preaching about how good God is and the blessings he gives, lots of cooking, lots of eating, board games and Talia’s sisters arguing over who Jamal prefers !

Sometimes I forget you’re not from here, he chortled. No preaching here, but lots of eating, just hanging out together, talking, watching movies, playing games… And I have my basketball tradition with Nate.

Let me guess ? You usually win ? You asked with a grin.

I lost the last one, actually, he chuckled. But I’ll definitely humiliate him this year. I have a lady to impress, I can’t lose.

If you win, I’ll give you something to look forward to, you said teasingly.

Like what ? He asked with a smirk.

Win and you’ll see, you replied with a wink.

I have an entire week left before the game, he said. Believe me, I’m going to train for victory.

You giggled and kissed him softly before turning the lights off. You were a little reassured and figured that, even though your first Thanksgiving with him would be a bit stressful, you would get to admire him all sweaty on the basketball court and that would be absolutely worth it.

In the week leading up to Thanksgiving, you were busy with wedding stuff and maid of honor duties. Talia and Jamal had yet to set a date for the wedding but that didn’t prevent your best friend from giving you tasks such as browsing ideas, looking at dress designers and searching for venues. You gladly obliged : you had sent out a few applications for jobs but you hadn’t gotten any answers yet and you were starting to get a bit bored. You would have gladly taken care of the house or garden, but there was staff hired for that and the only thing you could do to help around the house was to cook dinner for Marshall when he came back from work. You enjoyed it but it was clearly not enough to fill your days and you were starting to feel like one of those rich, bored housewives. Helping Talia with the wedding was a welcome distraction and you took the task with the utmost seriousness. You had always been a sucker for weddings and you knew full well it would be the only one you would get to organize so you decided to enjoy it. Every day after she got off from work, your friend would come to your place and your living room was soon filled with bridal magazines and moodboards for what was set to be the wedding of the century. Jamal’s work as a renowned beatmaker allowed them to have a very comfortable lifestyle and he had made clear that, whatever Talia wanted for the wedding, she would get. And she happened to have expensive taste, as well as a never-ending guest list.

I will never find a venue, she loudly complained. I either hate the places we’re looking at, or they’re simply not big enough.

You let out a sympathetic laugh. With the immense guest list they had, it was no surprise that finding a venue would be challenging. It seemed like every single person they had ever met would be invited.

We will find something, you said with a smile. Or maybe you could try and shrink the guest list ?

Jamal put you up to this, didn’t he ? She sighed. He keeps on telling me that we should keep it small. If it were up to him, we would elope…

That could be super romantic, you know, you said tentatively. I mean… How many people on your guest list do you actually keep in touch with anyway ?

I want my princess wedding, she said. You don’t know what it is. You’ll see when you get engaged !

I’m not getting married, you reminded her. Marshall doesn’t want to get married. You know it, I know it, everybody knows it.

I can’t believe you’re willing to accept that, though, she said with an eye roll. You, of all people, not getting married ?

You know I’m a sucker for weddings and all things “traditional family”, you chuckled. But I’d rather never get married and be with Marshall than the other way around. He means more to me than a dress I’d wear for a day.

You know I love Em, but I just don’t get it, she shrugged before munching on a cupcake you had baked earlier. He’s old, so I get the “not wanting kids” part. But you moved back here for him and you decided to give up on kids to be with him, so the least he could do is put a ring on it, you know ?

We just got back together, you giggled. And don’t get me wrong, if he asked for my hand, I would say yes. I mean, he is the love of my life. But he seems pretty adamant. And as long as I’m with him, I’m good, so really… Doesn’t matter.

Still… I never thought you would be ready to renounce marriage and children for any man.

You could absolutely see where Talia was coming from. You had spent countless hours talking about wedding stuff, since the two of you had met. You had actually bonded over your love of romantic movies and series and watched countless wedding-related TV shows. But you had made your choice and you understood that Marshall didn’t want that. And after all, he was right : you didn’t need to sign a piece of paper to be in a loving, committed relationship. As long as you got to experience life with him and make great memories, you were happy. And as for the fun you would have had planning your own wedding, you would live vicariously through Talia, who would be the most beautiful bride. The conversation shifted and you got back to your order of business : the wedding. You looked at venues while she took a fun break and looked at the Vera Wang website.

I’m going to be sick, Talia muttered after a while.

Come on, you chuckled. The bridal collections can’t be that bad…

No, I’m really feeling sick, she said before running to the bathroom.

You heard her puke profusely and looked at the plate of cupcakes. She had eaten about half a dozen. You had eaten a few yourself, though not nearly as much, and you were feeling fine, so you doubted that your baking was actually to blame. When she came back from the bathroom, she looked rather ill and tired.

Do you want some tea ? You offered.

Yes, please, she said in a croaky voice.

Lay on the couch, I’ll make it. Do you think you caught a stomach bug or something ?

I don’t know, she said in a small voice. Maybe it’s my period ? I’ve been waiting for it to actually come for a while.

Wait… You’re late ? You asked with a raised eyebrow.

You stared at her in disbelief and started to put two and two together. In the past days, she had complained about being tired and bloated, but you didn’t think too much of it. However, now that you knew she was late, it made you think of your own symptoms, from when you were pregnant. That’s how it had started after all : feeling tired, hungry and bloated, with a bit of morning sickness to top it off.

I can’t be pregnant, Talia said with a terrified look on her face. My mother gave me enough shit about living with Jamal before being married, she will kill me if I have a baby out of wedlock.

Maybe it’s just a false alarm. You’re using protection, right ? You asked as you tried to reassure her.

Of course, she said. I mean, except once, but what would be the odds ?

When was that ? You asked with a raised eyebrow.

Hum… The night we got engaged ? She said nervously.

You opened big eyes. The night they got engaged was the night Jamal brought condoms to your room. And doing the math, it would make sense and explain Talia’s period being quite a bit late. On some level… You were the one who stopped taking the pill after your breakup and your best friend might as well be the one who ended up pregnant. You convinced her to take a pregnancy test and the two of you ended up driving to the nearest pharmacy, buying one from every brand. When you got back home, Talia was shaking with nerves.

You’ll be fine, you said as you gave her a hug. You guys have been together for ages and you guys have talked about having kids before. You know he will be supportive.

I know but… Right before the wedding ?! She asked nervously. That was not the plan, Y/N. I wanted to look good in my dress, I wanted to show off my figure in a bikini on a Hawaiian beach for my honeymoon…

Only one way to find out, you said. Now, go and take the test !

In true bestie fashion, you sat on the tub while Talia was peeing on the stick. She handed it to you during the mandatory three minute waiting period. You had been there before and you knew damn well how she might be feeling. You held her hand and started to feel overcome with nerves, as well as many other emotions. You were probably a bad friend for this, and you would never confess to feeling this way, but deep down, you were feeling envious. You were content with your life, but some shameful part of you felt like you would have been in her place, if you hadn’t broken up with Simon. You would most likely be engaged, maybe with a rainbow baby on the way. In a way, you were envious. Of course, being with Marshall was everything you wanted and you loved him more than hypothetical plans of having kids or getting married, and Talia was more than deserving of these things, but it was stronger than you. When the alarm on your phone rang, both you and Talia took a deep breath.

I can’t look at it, she said.

You sort of have to, you pointed out. You have to know, right ?

You look at it and tell me.

You nervously took the stick and looked at it. Two lines. Positive.

You’re… pregnant, you said in a blank voice.

She gasped and looked at it herself. She freaked out and refused to believe it, trying to convince the both of you that it might be a false positive and she ended up guzzling almost a gallon of water and taking another test. Then another one. And another one. Of course, all of them had the same result : your best friend was definitely pregnant.

I’m pregnant, she said in disbelief. I’m really pregnant.

How are you feeling ? You asked.

I… I can’t believe it, she simply said. I am pregnant.

She stared at the numerous tests on the sink and put a hand on her belly. She stared at you as tears welled up in her eyes.

I’m pregnant, she repeated.

Look, if you don’t feel ready, you can absolutely…, you began.

No, she said. I think… I’m happy. I’m having a baby with the love of my life. I’m so happy.

She took you in her arms and held you tightly as she sobbed with happiness. You were emotional - for a lot of different reasons - and you felt a tear roll on your cheek. Talia was the kindest soul you had ever met and you had absolutely no doubt that she would be an amazing mother. She was already so good at taking care of people.

You’re going to be a splendid mom, you said softly. That baby is going to be so lucky.

You’re going to be the best aunt, she said emotionally.

And Jamal is going to be the greatest Dad on earth !

Oh my God, I have to tell Jamal ! She said. And my mom ? Do I call my mom ? And the wedding ?! What do I do ?!?!

You could see her go through so many emotions at once. You tried your best to reassure her and walked her through what she needed to do. First, you told her to go home and break the news to Jamal before telling anyone else. Then, she would have to make some medical appointments to ensure everything was alright with her pregnancy. As for the wedding, you assured her that, whether they wanted to elope or wait until after the baby was born, you would do your best to make sure her dreams came true and that she would have the most beautiful wedding. Whatever she needed, you would be there for her. She hugged you tight before leaving your place, making you promise that you would not tell a soul, not even Marshall.

MARSHALL’S POV

Marshall sighed in relief as he drove past the gate of his property. The past few days at the studio had been pretty rough : nothing seemed to be going right and it was starting to get on his nerves. The week had started with an artist postponing a recording and writing session they were supposed to have together, as well as a sample clearing issue. However, there was a bigger problem : whenever he wanted to write, he couldn’t bring himself to. Whenever he jotted down some ideas or words on a page, everything felt insanely corny or simply wrong. He knew that was to be expected, though : whenever his personal life was peaceful, that’s when he found it harder to write and, right now, things happened to be going great at home. Every morning, he woke up with the biggest smile on his face, happy to be with the woman he loved. She was truly amazing and he loved living with her. She was easy to get along with and she took care of him by cooking, baking and providing him with comfort whenever he needed. There was literally nothing for him to complain about and, deep down, maybe it was what was lacking. When they were broken up, he was hurting and felt like shit but at least, it was a familiar feeling. As hard as it had been, he had learned to thrive on sadness, hurt, anger and resentment. Happiness, on the other hand, felt foreign to him, especially when it was this peaceful and domestic. There was always this irrational part of him that felt like it was too good to be true and was in panic mode. When he was with Kim, this kind of calm, peace and happiness only meant a storm was coming and that he was about to be brought to his knees. Same when he was a teenager living with his mother : when things were going great, it always meant drama was coming their way. So, obviously, he had developed trust issues and always felt odd when things were going good. Of course, he loved being with Y/N and he would not have it any other way. But at the same time, he couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiety.

When he got home, he found Y/N reading yet another bridal magazine on the couch while a documentary was playing on the living room TV. He immediately joined her and pulled her in for a hug. Her presence was just what he needed. However, she seemed a bit more distracted than usual.

How was wedding planning today ? He asked as he settled and pulled her legs over his knees.

Eventful, she replied.

Really ? What happened ? Did you argue about the color of the bridesmaids dresses ? He chuckled.

No, no, she said. I mean, whatever, it’s not really interesting.

Are you alright ? He asked.

Yeah… How was your day ?

She seemed a little nervous and preoccupied, but he figured that Talia was probably to blame. Jamal’s fiancée was amazing, but she did keep Y/N busy with wedding planning and he knew that she was definitely the type to turn into a bridezilla. He told his girlfriend about his day and a meeting he had about upcoming performance dates. He was set to be a headliner for Lollapalooza, not only in the US but also in Europe and South America. He tried to focus on the positive and keep his writing struggles to himself.

How would you feel about coming with me for Lollapalooza ? He asked.

I don’t know, she shrugged.

Come on, he said with a smile. It could be fun. I don’t want to be away from you for too long. And you could also enjoy the festival, see concerts, and we could travel a bit between the performance dates and make it romantic. What do you think ?

That could be fun, she agreed. I don’t know if I’ll be free, though.

I think Talia can do without you for a little while, he chuckled.

No, I meant… From work, she corrected. In case I find something, you know ? But maybe Talia will need me too. I don’t know.

We’ll see, he said with a smile. Are you sure you’re ok ? You seem… Gloomy ?

I’m fine, she shrugged. Sorry. I guess I’m just under the weather.

You’re working too hard for this wedding, he said as he took the magazine from her hands and pulled her closer to him. Come here.

She hummed and buried her face in his neck. They cuddled in this position for a while and he started to relax. The warmth of her breath on his skin was doing a good job soothing him and making him forget about the frustrations of the day. From the day she walked into his life, she had been a peaceful presence for him and getting to come home to her in the evening was a blessing he was definitely grateful for. He enjoyed being in a bubble with her and being able to forget about the pressure of his work. They didn’t need to speak, her mere presence in the room and her touch were enough for him to be able to ease up.

I missed you today, he said as he kissed her temple.

I missed you too, she replied.

If you didn’t have that appointment tomorrow, I’d take you to work with me, he continued. I could use your hugs throughout the day.

What appointment ? She asked, seemingly confused.

Your OB/GYN appointment for your contraception. Isn’t that tomorrow ?

Oh, right, she said sheepishly. I forgot about that.

Are you ok, babe ? He asked with his eyebrows furrowed. I mean… If you don’t want to take the pill, it’s fine, we can stick to condoms.

No, no, it’s not that, she replied.

What’s wrong, then ?

Nothing, she said. Sorry. Mind if I go lie down before preparing dinner ? I don’t feel too well.

No, of course not, he said softly. Do you want me to come with you ?

Don’t worry, she said. You can stay here.

She got up and kissed his cheek before heading to their bedroom. Something definitely seemed off. Ever since they got back from Europe, she had been in a rather good mood, even considering the situation with her Dad. Now, she almost seemed depressed and he had no idea why. He decided to let her rest, figuring that she was probably just tired or that her period might be on the way. A couple of hours later, he went to see her and ask if she was hungry. She immediately offered to cook something for him, even though she didn’t plan on eating, but he told her not to bother. Y/N was laying in bed, wearing one of his tee-shirts, doom scrolling on her phone, the preoccupied look still on her face. He kissed her and went to the kitchen for a quick sandwich and a can of diet coke. When he was done, he threw his can in the trash and saw three sticks that looked all too familiar : pregnancy tests. Ever since he got back with Y/N, they’d had protected sex and, on one occasion when the condom broke, she had gotten emergency contraception. There was no way she could be pregnant. So why the hell had she taken these tests ? In a matter of seconds, his heart had started pounding in his chest. He nervously grabbed one of the tests, hoping it was negative. But there were clearly two lines. Positive. So were the two other ones. He felt terrified and dizzy. That had to be a nightmare. He could not have a baby. Not at fifty-two. Not when he had sworn that he would not have any more children. If anything, he was the last person on earth that should have kids. He loved his daughters, obviously, and even though raising them was his biggest accomplishment, it was also the hardest thing he had ever had to do. Seeing the two lines on the pregnancy tests gave him flashbacks of all the sleepless nights he’d had, tossing and turning, doubting himself and being terrified to mess things up. There was no way he would be able to do it all over again. Now that his daughters were grown-up and out of the house, he wanted to take it easy, enjoy life with Y/N and be able to do whatever he wanted. The last thing he expected was to change diapers, get up in the middle of the night and just struggle all over again. He took his face in his hands. He could not do this, and especially not with Y/N. She had not even been sober for two years. He had been there with Kim and he knew what it was like to see the mother of his children relapse and struggle with sobriety. No kid ever deserved this and he was simply not strong enough to raise a kid with another addict. Not again. He tried to pace himself but he couldn’t. He had to talk to her. He did not understand. Why hadn’t she told him she was late ? When did she take the test ? Why didn’t she tell him she was pregnant ? He had so many questions. He grabbed the sticks and walked to the bedroom to confront her.

Please tell me it’s a prank, he said as he walked in. Please tell me it’s not true. Please tell me they’re fake.

Fake what ? What prank ? She asked as she looked up. There’s no prank.

So it’s real ?! He blurted out. How long did you think you could hide this from me ?!

Hide what from you ? She asked as her eyebrows knitted.

THIS ! He yelled as he threw the pregnancy tests on the bed.

He was livid. His anxiety had simply turned to anger. The idea that she could have the audacity to pretend not to know what he was talking about was driving him crazy. Had she even taken the plan B pill ? He couldn’t think straight anymore. He felt betrayed and trapped. He could see her face change as she saw the pregnancy tests. Her face started to crumble and tears started to roll on her cheeks. But if she thought he would fall for it, she was wrong. No amount of crying would work and she was not getting away with it.

Don’t even try that shit with me, Y/N, he said coldly. You don’t get to pretend you have no idea when I’m talking about when I just found these fucking pregnancy tests. And you don’t get to cry when you’re the one who tried to hide that shit for me. What were you fucking thinking ?! Were you waiting for the legal delay for an abortion to be over ? For an ultrasound to soften me up ?!

W-What ? She asked. No, Marshall, it’s not…

What is it, huh ?! Fuck, we talked about this, we fucking broke up over this, so don’t tell me you didn’t fucking know how I feel about having kids, he continued. I’m not having another kid. Especially not with you. When you get to the doctor tomorrow, you better ask him to point you to the nearest abortion clinic !

She stared at him in shock. Her mouth was slightly open, she was still crying but she looked in disbelief. What was she thinking ? That he would jump up at the news ? He shook his head and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

It’s Talia, she said. She…

Of course it’s Talia, he scoffed. Of course your stupid friend put you up to this. Do you know the number of times she told me to suck it up and agree to marriage, babies and shit and get you back ? I gotta hand it to her, she’s fucking persistent. Though I must admit I didn’t think she would put you up to this.

At this point, he wasn’t even thinking about what he was saying, just spitting his words in a spiteful way. As seconds went by, he was getting more and more worked up. He didn’t care about this pregnancy. He did not want to. He simply refused this possibility. There was no way he was having another baby. He loved Y/N but there was no way he would have a kid with her.

You’re not the first person to try this with me, you know ? He spat. I should have known better. But you’re the last person I would have expected to try and fuck me ovI-

I’M NOT PREGNANT ! Y/N finally yelled before throwing the tests back in his face.

You’re not ?! He asked in disbelief. Whose fucking tests are they then ?!

TALIA’S ! TALIA IS PREGNANT, YOU ASSHOLE ! NOT ME !

He felt a sudden wave of relief wash over him. He didn’t realize he needed to breathe that much, but it felt like he had a whole bottle of oxygen poured into his lungs. He felt at least thirty pounds lighter. Y/N, on the other hand, looked absolutely livid. And why wouldn’t she ? He realized he had basically insulted her, blinded by anger. As his mind got a little clearer, he recognized he might have gone a little overboard.

Thank God, he sighed. Babe, I…

Cut it, she said as she got up from bed and started to leave the room.

Wait, he pleaded as he grabbed her arm.

She jerked her arm and groaned before going to the corridor. He followed her, trying to apologize and get her to talk to him.

Y/N, I’m sorry, he said sheepishly.

Please, she scoffed. You’re not sorry.

I am, he assured her. Nerves got the best of me. I’m really sorry.

Well, at least I got to know what you really think of me, she said.

Where are you going ? He asked as she went down the stairs.

On the couch. I don’t know about you, but I usually don’t sleep in the same room as people who think I am capable of betraying them, she spat.

I didn’t say that, he defended himself knowing full well he had, indeed, said that.

You did, Marshall, she said coldly. You literally said I tried to fuck you over. And not only do you think I am a terrible person, you also insulted my best friend.

You’re not sleeping in the living room, it’s stupid, he said.

Well I would have appreciated waiting until tomorrow to gather my things and figure out my next move, she pointed out.

Your next… Y-You want to… leave ?!

She did not answer. She only shrugged. Her demeanor and gaze were cold. She was clearly pissed, understandably so. But… Leaving ? She couldn’t leave him. He couldn’t lose her. He had promised to himself he would do everything in his power not to. The idea of her leaving put him in a state of panic and brought him back to their breakup, to that fateful Saturday morning, over pancakes, about seven or eight months ago.

You can’t leave.

Why should I stay ?! She spat. Why should I stay with someone who thinks I am capable of betraying them ?

I didn’t mean that, he pleaded. I panicked, I’m sorry. Babe, I love you. I know you’d never… Fuck, I… Don’t leave me. Please.

Let’s be clear, she said as she looked at him dead in the eyes. The only reason I’m still standing here is because my best friend is telling her future husband that they’re having a child and there is no way in hell I’m ruining that moment for her. Otherwise, I’d be over there and back in my old room already.

Don’t do this, he said on the verge of tears. Please don’t leave me. I just… You seemed a little off, today, and you said it had been eventful, and when I saw the tests, I… I don’t know, I panicked.

The reason I was off is because my best friend just told me she was pregnant, you dumbass ! She yelled. I was off because I had to stand in my own bathroom and hold these fucking pregnancy tests and see that they were positive and they’re not mine !

She was starting to cry again. She mumbled something in French and went to the living room, as he followed in her step. She sat on the couch and brought her knees to her chin. He stood there, watching her.

Just leave, she said.

No, he replied. I want to talk about it. I want to make things right between us. I’m so sorry…

You want to talk ? Let’s talk then, she said sarcastically. You said you’re not having another kid, especially not with me. What was that ?

I just don’t want more kids, he said evasively. I’m in my fifties, I’ve had three daughters, I don’t want more.

I know that, she said as she rolled her eyes. And I respect that. But answer the damn question, Marshall. What did you mean about me ?!

It doesn’t matter, he pleaded. It really doesn’t. You don’t want a kid, do you ?!

Believe me, the last thing on my wish list is to have a baby, especially with you, she replied.

Then it doesn’t matter, he simply said. I was out of line, I shouldn’t have accused you and I’m sorry. Let’s go to bed, I’ll make it up to you.

Just say it, she said firmly. If you don’t, I swear to God, I’m packing a suitcase, calling a cab and booking a hotel room.

I meant addicts like us don’t get to make that kind of mistakes, Y/N, he sighed. Addicts are shitty parents. I should know.

Wow, she simply scoffed.

She was staring at him with a look of both pain and disdain. He had obviously struck a chord. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Why do you even bother with me ? She questioned. Why did you take me back ?

What do you mean ? He asked nervously. I love you, I want to be with you.

Why would you want to be with someone who you obviously think is not good enough ?! That’s just stupid, she pointed out. Why bother ?

What ?! No, Y/N, I don’t… Of course you’re good enough.

You know, I’m fine with your choices, she said with a hint of sadness. I respect that you’re done with marriage, and that you’re done with having kids. But you thinking I shouldn’t get to have children ? That fucking hurts.

I’m sorry…

STOP ! She screamed. You’re not sorry. I was ready to renounce having kids. Because I love you more than any unborn child. But do you even realize how much it hurts to know that if I had actually gotten accidentally pregnant, the person I sacrificed everything to be with would not support me ?!

He felt his heart strain a little. Seeing the pain on her face made him feel like the worst asshole in the world. To be fair, if she had actually been pregnant, he would have supported her. Sure, he thought abortion would be a better option, but he would never force her. If they had been in that situation - and thank God they weren’t - he would have stood by her side and supported her to the best of his abilities. He had simply been mean and stupid. Once again, anger had gotten the best of him.

I would have been there, he said. Of course I would have been. I love you, Y/N.

But you think I would be a shitty mom, she pointed out.

I’ve seen addiction ruin families, he explained. It certainly ruined mine, in more ways than one.

You still think of me as an addict, don’t you ? She asked on the verge of tears. No matter how long I can stay sober, you think I can’t be trusted ever again ?

I-I don’t know, he replied honestly. In my book, an addict is an addict. I still think of myself as an addict. It doesn’t mean people can’t improve or recover but… It’s tricky. But I love you. I love you more than life itself, baby.

She looked at him and simply shrugged. No matter what he said, he got the feeling that it would not matter much. He hated that angry side of himself. It wasn’t the first time that his anger got the best of him and ruined everything. He had been to therapy for his anger for years but, right when he thought he had made progress, it had to come and bite him in the ass once again.

Please talk to me, he begged. Please say something.

I have my appointment tomorrow morning, she simply said. I’ll pack my things when I get back. I will be out of here by the time you get back from work tomorrow.

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Eighteen

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking, online bullying.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol. - I've been fighting with tumblr... its been a day, so this one has a backwards title lol

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Ricky was thankful that they left him alone to make the video, and basically, it involved him just talking at the camera, painfully, so much coming out, pain, the worst was actually the joy because the good memories were tainted even more when he had to remind himself exactly what Grace had done to him time and time again, during the video. To remind his followers, his fans, what she’d done, how she’d ripped not only him open, but, Talia too.

Fuck.

Talia. Sitting there while he was in the middle of the video, realising that Talia had said that she’d known the whole time. She’d known since she was eighteen, and holy shit…

Yeah, he caught that moment on camera, that fucking Eureka moment, and you know that saying about how it looks like it must have hurt to be struck like lightning.

Well, it damns well hurt to realise how much of a damn asshole he was. Talia could have slapped him right across the face and slapped him six ways to Sunday, and it wouldn’t have hurt worse to realise he had treated her so badly already, pretty much just used her like that at the party and what? Walked away like the was nothing. Like a fucking asshole. Shit. Sure he’d told himself she’d wanted it, and she had, he’d felt it, but he’d known how she felt, and he’d used that, hadn’t he? And now what?

It wasn’t as if they were going to be together.

Ricky was so fucked up right now, he was in no place to be with anyone.

She was better off without him.

Hell. He’d seen her with Chris. They’d been talking, smiling, laughing… They’d been having fun... Maybe she should date him. They could be great together, he was sure. It wouldn’t be the first time Chris and him had joked about falling for the same girl. Never mind that just the thought then had his soulmate tattoo surging painfully something white-hot like he’d been branded with a poker right from his fireplace,

“Fuck!”

His hand flew to his neck, shit shit shit, fine, fuck, he got it, no trying to set her up and help her be happy with Chris, shit. Dammit. He couldn’t even try to be a good soulmate and help her be happy in a different way, fuck, what the hell was wrong with him. It wasn’t like he even wanted her!

This time the sting to his tattoo wasn’t as severe, and it was more along the lines of a twinge, he didn’t even flinch, he barely rolled his eyes as he clicked his mouse and continued to edit the video. It was going to take time before he could post it. He could have done a live, but Rick was determined to get this right, and he had a feeling if he did a live that it would be too easy to refute the facts. No, this was going to be a permanent addition to his page, he wasn’t going to give Grace even one inch of leverage to say he hadn’t been honest. It was going to be there for EVERYONE to see, and no one, no one is going to be able to say it was edited when anyone that had watched had screen-recorded it.

It was going to be released just as he posted it.

Hearing a knock at his office door,

“Yeah?”

He knew who it was, or at least, who it could be, Chris, Vin, he doubted it would be Ava or Talia, they were all out there, probably even Ichabod, and some of the other guys. They’d all relocated to Rick’s, much to his dismay. Not because they were all here, he was actually glad for the company here, but that they were here. It had actually left a dark pit in his stomach to come back here to make the video, but all his equipment to video and edit was here, so it was the most rational thing to do. He could have borrowed Vin’s gear, but it was always different using someone else's gear, and Rick knew from one look Vin expected him to argue about using his own, so, he did. Even if the moment he walked into his house, he didn’t feel right.

As the door opened, he glanced from his computer screen from his editing program to see who it was, and then right back to the computer.

Talia. It was Talia.

Fuck.

“Are you okay?”

Ricky glared harder at the screen,

“No.”

Talia swallowed at the doorway, seeing the way his brow furrowed, she could see something was wrong from the moment it was agreed that it was best if Rick came back here to do the video. They’d come back to support him, still trying to give him space enough, though. Vin hadn’t wanted to leave Ricky to deal with this all alone, but at the same time, they knew this video was something he had to make on his own, so they were here for moral support but distanced enough not to bug him. Chris had come, and some of the guys on the team in town, it was good to see them all there to support him with Grace going crazy, but it worried her that they knew they had to.

“I was about to make some coffee, would you like some.”

She didn’t think it was this video that was the only problem for Rick, and when she started feeling pain in her neck again, she’d decided to come to check on him, so, here she was…

“Yes, please.. Bla-.”

“I already know, Vin told me.”

Rick stared at the door, it was closed before he could even finish telling her how he liked his coffee, of course, Vin had told her, but even more, that she’d asked, and already had it either memorised or had asked just before coming up here in preparation for asking in the first place. He wasn’t sure which bothered him more, her preparing to be nice, or caring enough to memorise his coffee order before. Both had his hands gripping before him, breathe, he needed to breathe and finish this video. Why did she have to affect him as much as she did?

As he worked on the video, his mind kept drifting to Talia, comparing Grace to her, he didn’t mean to, but he was, trying to focus was difficult. It wasn’t made any easier that the phone kept going off. Shit, why the fuck hasn’t he turned his notifications off already. Picking his phone and altering his settings for the time being, he does just that, he has had enough of it. It wasn’t long before Talia was coming back in and was setting a cup of coffee on his desk, and she was staring for a moment at the screen, a shot of the video staring at them. It was basically just his face, the video was of him talking to the camera, nothing more. He looked worn and tired, nothing good could be said about the screen cap staring up at them.

“Did you want to say anything?”

He asked carefully,

“What?”

Talia was standing behind him as he sat at his desk chair, and he spun in the chair to half-face her,

“She didn’t just do this to me, she did it to you too. She planned everything she did.”

For a moment, as he looked at her, it seemed she was thinking about when he was suggesting, until Talia’s eyes narrowed as she regarded him sceptically.

“You haven’t wanted to talk to me properly about any of how I felt about being your soulmate, any of my story, any of it, as a normal person, and you expect me to pour my heart out to your fans, to help you because of your psychotic stalker? I think I’m reliving the trauma enough than doing it publicly.”

Taking in a shaky breath, she turned to go, Ricky stood from his chair, this just reminded him about what Ava had said to him at the party, and this time, this time he asked.

“Talia, wait, what do you mean, your trauma?”

She glanced back at him,

“Do you think your fans are the first ones to call me insane for thinking you're my soulmate? No, that was most of my friends, my family, almost everyone in my life laughed in my face when I realised it was you. Thought I was ridiculous. Who really has a famous soulmate out there, really?”

Ricky frowned as she shook her head.

“Not even my parents believed me. My dad? He tried to have me committed to a specialised facility once for people who have soulmate-specific delusions, and that is when I decided to move in with Ava. I haven’t had much contact with my family since, as you can imagine, most of them would believe Grace in a heartbeat. Poor, poor, Grace, I came in, and destroyed her life with my psychotic obsessive delusion.”

Talia’s hands were as she wrung them in front of her, Rick stepped towards her, but she just shook her head taking a step backwards towards the door,

“No, I-”

“Talia, I’m so sorry-”

She swallowed heavily as Ricky’s computer made a ping sound, and he glanced back towards it,

“You should get back to that. That’s important.”

And before he could even get the words out that she was more important, the thought popped into his head before he even realised he would care, and maybe he did, a bit, because, why the fuck wouldn’t he? She was already out the door, closing it behind her.

Rick collapsed to his chair.

He was such a fucking asshole.

Even more of one than he had already realised he was before. Shit shit shit.

He hated this.

Fuck.

He hated feeling like this.

Everything was making him feel sick, and he didn’t know what to do.

He hated everything.

He hated that he couldn’t even have a conversation with his own soulmate without either driving her away or not wanting to be bothered and walking away himself, one or the other. Depended on the day.

He hated that he couldn’t sit in his own house and feel safe anymore. Upgrading his security had done nothing. Ever since he came back to find Grace still here it felt like the one safe space he thought he had had been invaded, she’d taken it from him. He’d even run off to Vinny’s today and look what the hell had happened there.

Grace had destroyed their whole day, plain and simple. He couldn’t beg to stay here because one, not only was it pathetic, and he was a grown man who had just upgraded security, but two, he could bet Talia was probably staying in the room he usually crashed in, the nights when they all hung out, and maybe partied a bit too hard and driving home wasn’t always the best idea, it happened.

He hated.. He hated.. He just.. God..

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Staring at the computer screen, Ricky reached for his mouse, he needed to finish his video. It wouldn’t fix everything, he knows it won’t, but maybe, just maybe, it would at least help limit some of the damage when it came to what was being done to Talia and Ava.

He was so tired. He hadn’t told any of the others he was barely sleeping, how could he?

Talia made her way downstairs, she could tell that Ricky wasn’t doing any better than she was, rubbing her neck, the pain from before she went up there hadn’t come back at least, and that was good. That made her feel better. Sighing, maybe that was promising.

Chris looked up as she came back into the lounge, most of them all had fresh cups of coffee now, considering she’d just made them all, she’d been fidgeting and needed something to do, so she’d gotten up to make them.

“How's he doing?”

Shaking her head,

“Not great, still working on the video.”

No, she wasn’t going to tell him about what she said, or about Ricky’s offer to include her story, she doubted he’d understand why didn’t want to include it, Ava might. Sure she could just include the parts about backing off and not wanting to meet Rick, but that wasn’t that bag, except, it was, she’d taken the moment she probably should have first met Ricky from them.

Chris shook his head,

“I should have seen this coming, I mean, ever since Grace was here waiting for him after we got back from the tour..”

Talia and Ava both looked at Chris like he’d grown a second head..

“What?!”

Vinny, sitting next to Ava tried to assure his girlfriend with his hand gently on her arm.

“Oh, don’t worry, babe, he’s upgraded security, it’s okay..”

Ava quickly shook her head..

“Oh hell no, she used to live here too, right?.. Yeah, no.. I wouldn’t feel safe here, especially with her targeting him right now, nope, nope, not at all. Stalker alert, just no. He lives here alone, just, no.”

Talia just sat there quietly looking pale as the guys all shared a look, come on, but then, Grace had been waiting there for him. Just like, she seemed to have been waiting for him to announce they had broken up to do this.

Shit.

She was right.

“Soon as the video is finished, I’ll get him to pack a bag, he can stay with me at my place for a while, till we can sort some shit out.”

Chris wasn’t going to let this keep going.

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Suit

Title: Suit.

Ship: 40!!Steve Rogers X Chorus girl!Reader.

Word count: 305 words.

Rating: Mature.

Square: G5 “Cock bulge”.

Summary: Steve thinks his suit is uncomfortable in a certain area.

Warnings/Tags: Steve is huge, very tight suit, nervousness.

A/N: This is my entry to @allcapsbingo. AC1078.

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It was the fourth time Steve had seen himself in the mirror. He still felt uncomfortable with that suit; he really didn't expect to wear something so ridiculous and that was so tight in that part, not to mention that it was too noticeable. He tried to cover a little with the shield since before the serum he was already gifted, but after... well, he had to look for other methods to hide it.

Or maybe he was just exaggeratedly nervous, and it didn't really show at all, nor did he look bad, apart from the fact that it was his first presentation in front of an audience. Oh, no, he had never spoken in public or done anything like that before in his life.

You gasped as you were told that in five minutes you had to go on stage.

You smiled when you saw Steve; you looked around him with your eyes and stared at his crotch; you bit your lip; you were going to do everything in your power to have sex with Steve.

"What do you see? "another of the chorus girls asked you.

"Nothing special," you answered without taking your eyes off her. The other chorus girl turned her gaze to where you were looking.

"Do you really think it's that big? "she questioned.

"Maybe it is bigger than it looks, and I will check it out.

"Are you ready?" Steve was trying to hide his nervousness.

"Of course, Steve, do you have anything to do after the show?" You quickly formulated a small plan; you were going to test your theory as soon as possible.

"No, I don’t."

"Well, let's go for a walk tonight," you proposed. Steve turned to look at you to make sure you weren't joking, then nodded.

You smiled again. It had been too easy.

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"He could smell something warm and full of aromatic spices, which was a good sign nothing had gone disastrously wrong. The door was mostly closed and Damian had music playing, so Bruce couldn’t make out any individual words, but he could faintly hear Damian speaking in Arabic. He caught an exasperated exclamation of “Mother”, followed by slightly tinny laughter from Talia over the phone, but it was much more performative than genuinely distressed, so he decided to leave them to it."

I was finally reading Comfort Food and this paragraph grabbed me by the throat!!! Like adult Damian calling him mom just to cook for his baby brother and they're having a fun/pleasant time?? I NEED the DVD commentary

Biggest Brother Damian does all sorts of little nice and helpful things for his siblings but if you make a big deal about it and call it out he gets real awkward. XD He's like a brownie, he can only do nice things if no one's calling attention to it. (That's mostly a joke, but a little bit true that he's a lot better at actions than words. He is, in some ways, his father's son and not so great at the whole "using your words to express affection" thing, so he just does stuff for them instead. Like making soup! Because feeding people is a great way to show you care without actually having to talk about it much! See also: Damian throwing a granola bar directly at Tim's face when he's been on the computer too long without a break, because they get along better now but they don't get along that well.)

I was thinking about the fact that Dick's life has been totally upended, and how beyond losing his parents he's also lost a whole slew of other things that were familiar and comforting, and then thinking about parallels there with Damian having to adjust to living in Gotham/with Bruce (compared to Tim and Jason who were at least from Gotham already; Cass has her own complicated relationship with her childhood vs her time with Bruce that's kind of a different thing than just a change in culture). And that led to thinking about food, specifically, in that context and here we are!

And the great thing about doing an AU is that you get to choose if/how you want to incorporate canon and in my case I am BLATANTLY IGNORING all of the "Talia is a horrible, abusive parent" canon and letting her actually be a good mom, dammit. (At least within the bounds of her being a somewhat morally ambiguous comic book character. Good parenting is kind of a sliding scale in the DC verse, and particularly in the Bat verse.) She's not a perfect parent, but neither is Bruce (and they share some of the same parenting flaws! Like extremely high expectations for themselves and everyone around them, or weird ideas about what knowledge and training is and isn't appropriate for a child to take part in, or having very strong opinions on What's Best For Damian that don't necessarily align with each other OR with Damian himself and have definitely never been a three-way point of contention at any point during his childhood).

There's been some rough patches over the years, but by this point Damian is on mostly good terms with both of his parents, and while he mostly lived in Gotham growing up (after the point where he actually met Bruce, obviously) he did also split his time visiting Talia in various parts of the world for various lengths of time, depending on what exactly she was up to. (Yes, as he has acquired more and more younger siblings he has started bringing gifts back for them. He says it's because they won't shut up and leave him alone if he doesn't, but you know. Literally no one believes that.)

His phone call to Talia here definitely consisted of equal parts helpful instruction in what to do and deeply unhelpful commentary on the state of Bruce's pantry and what he does and doesn't keep stocked. Or honestly probably a lot more of her dragging Bruce and less actual help. Damian definitely just asked her to text him a recipe and instead she was like "Nope, phone call" and he only complained like twice about how a text would've been easier when she spent like five minutes explaining what not to use instead of actually offering a suitable substitution.

(This story also sent me down a rabbit hole trying to research what type of food different parts of the world consider "sick people food", a la chicken noodle soup in the US, and mostly consisted of me being frustrated that the first page of results was almost entirely the same list of a dozen things repackaged by different sites, and then it devolved into articles with titles about "what country's food will make you sick?" Super helpful, internet, thanks. I did find a big reddit thread that was somewhat helpful, once I skimmed past all the answers that weren't really an answer or didn't bother to say where they were talking about. And it's funny because it was a very minor detail that got glossed over anyway due to the POV involved. Whoops. But I have several recipes I want to make now?)

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I was going to reblog with a comment but that post is already super long. But so true ! Like the ninja assassin thing with Dick is a modern retcon something that would be a Tim Cass or Damian thing to do. But writing a flashback for an adult Dick in the 2000s would be weird. By the 1960s he was firmly in canon 18 and in college. How are you gonna go back to the era of goofy and be like this is Dick’s angsty teenage years involved getting turned into a vampire and fighting Bruce over dating Talia. It just doesn’t make sense with how Long comics keep going. 80 years of comics and he’s only what 28. Like it’s very hard to keep a consistent character when everyone wants to make Dick Jason and Bruce new characters every few decades

Absolutely!

My personal view about how they kept retconning Dick's personality as a child and his relationship with Bruce is that it's a mix of complex things and bullshit.

The complex things is yeah, Dick and Bruce had their share of problems when Dick was growing up. They did start bumping heads a lot, but it was more like "this kid is turning into a man and is starting to clash views with his father (who is already someone who's not easy to deal with)" and "that's the part where he starts to develop who he is as person" (I won't get much into that because I haven't read many comics regarding Dick transition from Robin from Batman & Robin to Robin from Titans until Nightwing in the pre-death of the family era.) than the borderline abusive and toxic relationship they started to introducing in the late 90's to early 2000's portrayals of them.

It's complex because after rebooting everything it's hard to introduce such a long and gradual process that took almost ten years of development that is Dick's emancipation not only from working with Bruce but also following his every step as boy wonder. Specially if we think about the huge fall out they had right after Jason died.

It's bullshit because they started with those retcons when we had that long and embarrassing period of Super-hero history (late 90's to early 2000's) where everyone was trying to make super-heroes popular again but following alongside with a palpable embarrassment and self-conscious shame regarding any silliness and/or whimsical side the superhero universe. Like "we're making superheroes stories but this is for adults, this ain't for children 😡😡". Nobody wanted to be the "60's Batman TV show everyone makes fun of" and everybody wanted to be Alan Moore.

We had all this writers who grow up reading "Death of the family", "The Killing Joke", "Batman Year one" add were dying to recreate the 80's dark period glory, even if they didn't had the same writing skills for that.

I mean hate the Killing Joke all you want (I know I do), it has a shit tone of good writing.

It's bullshit because everyone was still sore about how Batman turned into a joke in the 90's after that one movie and for some reason everyone blamed Robin. It's bullshit because comic books are always influenced by the popular media around them, and while 40's Batman had the American Way and American Family Values™ 🦅🦅🦅, 80's Batman has Scarface, Taxi Driver and long urban tragedies.... 90's have Die Hard and every extra power macho fantasy under the sun.

I mean... This was 90's Nightwing.

he's so big and so stupid and one day I'm gonna top h–*gunshots*

No one wanted to see "good father" Batman, hell no one wanted to see any emotional shit in comics? Emotions??? In my manly comics??? Miss me with that gay sit emotions is for girls 😡😡 I wanna see big buffy man making his enemies cry 🔥⛓️☠️💪☠️😡⛓️🪚🔧

So you reach early 2000, everyone kinda hates or is kinda embarrassed of Robin, Batman is a former shadow of the man and the father he used to be. But you still wanna introduce new readers to your character (Dick Grayson) that (for better or for worst) is loved but only by the people who already know him, you're still embarrassed of his silly origins and the whimsical part of it.

So what do you do?

Personally I think writers thought Dick had it too easy as Robin, personally I think they were obsessed about making it real, personally I think everyone was obssessed and trilled with the idea of being the next Tim Miller and making their one fresh real edge introduction of the boy wonder. Personally I think this is all the new 52 was absolutely on for the Batfamily.

Personally I believe (and this is more a optimistic take) some writers were creatively trying to tie Dick's anger issues as Nightwing to his origins as Robin.

You have this chance of one in million (at te time) to reintroduce Nightwing (reintroduce Robin), now you can make it as real as gritty and as edge as you want. You can make it Robin cool again, you can introduce in a way that will sell well the dark story you where preparing for this character. And you also can deny any father and son relationship he could had have with Bruce Wayne and keep the big beef strong man without feelings reputation that people have been manufacturing by choice into Batman from ten years by now.

And what is more dark and character building than an abusive father?

I think writers thought that making Bruce abusive towards Dick and Dick resentful towards Bruce was the best way to launch this new universe as realistic and grittier. Not only making Dick's Robin introduction (and origin) more "real" but also separating Bruce even more from a emotional and father like figure that for some reason some writers (and fans!) despised to much.

Killing so many birds with one stone might as well call yourself David from the Bible.

And they were so certain this direction would be a success that the just notice their mistake now.

Anyways... A load of bullshit.

I personally don't mind Dick's Robin having anger issues, I think it's a natural progression from his first real serious introduction from back in the 80's, I also think it adds more to his character tying up his first trauma along with a long life of others and the result of having to deal with a frustrating job (that is vigilantism is) since literally ever. I like the idea that the perfect Robin wasn't perfect all the time and he also had (and has) other side of his personality that isn't as nice or likeable as it should and that's a thing he consciously have to work on as a person since he was a child.

However I also think writers did took to far sometimes and Dick history and specially his relationship with Bruce suffered from it. And I also agree that if everyone tries to reboot, retcon and fucking "subvert" a character every fucking ten years you won't even have a fucking consistent character to begin with (gestures vaguely to Jason Todd, Deadpool and now poor fuckin Damian and their wreck of comic book history).

#Dick Grayson #Nightwing #Dick Robin #Batman #Batman and Robin #q asks

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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I Knew You'd Come (I Didn't)

A/N: This picks up immediately after the end of Part 2. Enjoy! Part 1 Part 2 Cardigan AU Masterlist

WC: ~1k

“Mom?” Jason put his knife back in the drawer of the table in the foyer and relaxed his stance.

Marinette almost broke her neck turning from the woman in the armchair to her boyfriend.

Jason flipped the lights on and Marinette moved to his side, unsure if she wanted protection or to defend him.

Across from the strange woman were Jagged, Penny, Tom, and Sabine. “Why are you guys here?! I thought you were coming in two weeks?”

“Jagged offered to bring us on his jet to surprise you, honey,” spoke up Sabine. “We found your boyfriend's mother already here, also to surprise you.”

“Well...that was certainly a surprise all right,” nervously chuckled Marinette.

Beside her, Jason was glaring at his mom and communicating primarily through facial expressions and body language.

“Yes, a surprise,” agreed Jason, squeezing her hand. “Excuse us for a second—I'm sure you understand, since this was quite the surprise.”

She tugged him around the corner to the foyer hallway.

“I'm so sorry about my mom, Pix. She has a habit of randomly dropping in on me when she's in the area, but I didn't know she was around. She must've decided to come test you or something.”

“It's fine, we weren't expecting my parents and uncle and aunt, although I really should've known better. Also, what tests?”

“Uh...I'm not sure. Never dated anyone long enough to introduce them to her...”

“Expect to be threatened with being fed to Fang, by the way,” Marinette warned him. “Uncle Jagged is a little dramatic.”

“And you say this after meeting the non-lethal side of my family,” he joked.

Marinette peeked around the corner. “Maman and your mom are getting along just great, which is mildly concerning. But they should be fine with your mom’s…career, considering my maman’s background and that they approve of Uncle Slade teaching me uh, tricks.”

She said that like he didn't have that nugget of information bouncing around the back of his head 24/7.

“Marinette, did you know I have already met your future mother-in-law?” called Sabine. “We used to train together, though as I was older I was usually the one training her.”

Marinette pinched her brow and sighed, then dragged a stunned Jason back into the living room.

Talia smiled sweetly at her. “Your mother was an invaluable asset to the League while she trained with us during her contract. I sometimes wondered what happened to make Sabine Cheng sifu drop off the face of the earth.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Talia shaykhah.”

“Likewise. How did you meet Jason? I was only informed that he had asked a very nice girl out a few months ago,” heavy side-eye was sent Jason's way and he shifted his weight awkwardly.

“Uh, we're in the same classes at school, and we got teamed up to work on a project.”

“And you know of his activities?”

“Of course, I helped him take down the Untitled when they came after me.”

“After you?” Talia's gaze sharpened.

Jagged, Penny, and Tom munched on popcorn as they enjoyed the front-row seats to the live drama.

“Uh, they found my magical energy.”

“Oh, a mage. I imagine your father doesn't like that,” Talia directed that comment to Jason, who was eyeing Fang, who was eyeing him back sleepily.

“He doesn't know yet; we only got back from her introductory brunch.”

“What do you have that would make the Untitled come after you?”

Marinette felt a teensy bit uncomfortable under the doubled scrutiny of Talia’s piercing gaze.

“...a Miraculous?” guessed her future mother-in-law dang it Maman, Talia!

Marinette grinned sharply. “Cataclysm does wonders for an ancient sect's skincare.”

Talia gave an approving nod. “ You seem to make a good pair with Jason. I would like to spar with you sometime.”

“I’d love to. Will you be staying in town long?”

“I just dropped by to see my son’s girlfriend. I’m leaving tomorrow evening.”

“I assume you already have my number or have a way to contact me; I’ll be waiting.” Marinette turned to her aunt and uncle. “It’s so good to see you again! This is my boyfriend, Jason Todd. Jay, Jagged and Penny–and Fang,” she cooed, stooping to greet the alligator.

“Good to see you, Little Rockstar! All grown up, you even got a boyfriend…they grow up so fast,” sniffed Jagged, wiping a fake(?) tear away.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Jason stepped forwards to shake the visitors’ hands. “Pixie talks about you all a lot.”

“We don’t hear that much about you,” said Jagged.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “I’ve been busy with school and commissions and life, Uncle Jagged. Besides, we had some things to…deal with before we went public.”

“Things,” snorted Jagged. “What an explanation, of course, why didn’t you just say so earlier?

“You still need tutoring on your excuses, Little Rocker. We gotta get you some sort of creative animal…I’m thinking an emu…What about you, Pen?”

Penny raised an eyebrow. “Marinette has enough on her hands with 19 kwami, a boyfriend, and an overprotective uncle.”

“Thank you, Aunt Penny.” Marinette stood and turned to Jagged, motioning subtly to Jason to pet Fang.

“Maman, Papa, Nonna, and Uncle Slade all approve, Uncle Jagged, you don’t need to worry about me. And Jay’s parents also approve on his side. Everything is fine, and you don’t need to threaten him with Fang. As you can see, they’re getting along just fine, so Jason also has Fang’s seal of approval. Would anyone like some tea?” The topic switch was not subtle, but Marinette was beyond caring at this point.

“I’d like a cup, sweetie,” said Tom, and Sabine nodded.

“Me too, please.”

Talia nodded in agreement when Marinette looked at her.

Penny offered to help Marinette make the tea while Jason chatted with the parents (and uncle).

“He seems like a good kid, Marinette; I hope your relationship stays strong. I’ll try to keep Jagged in line.” She sent Marinette a small smile.

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Extra A/N: Did you guess who was lurking in the apartment?😈

Extra extra scene, inspired by Bambi:

~Marinette was chatting happily with her parents on a video call when Jason slipped into her apartment through the window she'd left open.

His wonderful girlfriend looked up with a welcoming smile. "Jason just came in- do you want to get the first meeting over before they move here in a couple months?" She directed the last half of her comment to him.

Stuffing down the panic, he replied easily, "Sure, Pix, just let me get comfy."

Translation: don't out me as your crazy crime lord boyfriend to your parents when they haven't even met me yet!

Marinette rolled her eyes at his panic and nodded, continuing her conversation while Jason changed into his sweats and Ladybug hoodie.

Once he was comfortable and not overtly vigilante-looking, he sat beside Marinette on the sofa and wrapped his arm around her casually.

"Hello, I'm Jason Todd. It's nice to meet you," he said, panicking at every word he said.

His eyes met Tom's through the screen, then-

"Aunty S?" His voice was embarrassingly high.

"I thought you were video chatting with your parents?" Marinette looked at him in confusion as he turned to her.

"They are my parents, Jason. Did you hit your head while you were out or something?"

"But-"

Marinette's mother laughed. "Of course you're that Jason. My Marinette always finds the strangest connections."

"You've...met?" Asked Marinette, confused.

"You know how you went on tour a couple summers ago as Jagged's stylist?"

Marinette nodded in remembrance.

"Well, while you were gone, I was at the League of Assassins' location in Nanda Parbat, training a few of their advanced assassins.

"My family left the League, but on the condition that one of our martial arts masters returns every few years to teach a select group of higher-trained members. I've been the one to go, and I trained Jason while I was there. He went by Jason al Ghul then. We grew fond of each other, hence him calling me Aunty S," Sabine explained.

Jason groaned into his hands as he bent over, bemoaning his life and secretly thanking everything that Marinette hadn't publicized their short breakup, saving him from having *two* angry, protective, highly-trained assassins after him.

Once this mortifying meeting was over, he was going to ask her about every single person she knew to make sure there were no more surprise assassin friends and family.~

Extra extra extra scene:

Talia: *climbs into Marinette's apartment after carefully casing it*

Sabine: *picks the lock on Marinette's door with her less-than-legal skills*

*Door opens to four intruders staring at the intruder at the opposite end of the room*

Many thanks to my lovely beta @sarcasticbambi and to Ella, who helped get me out of my dry well of dialogue with the Jagged scene💜

Taglist: @questioning-blob-of-fog

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#Jasonette #Fic #Mlbxdc #Dcxmlb #ali writes #Maribat #cardigan au #inspired by taylor swift

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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Ticket for the Tour

Upon entering the Villa, you realize one of these boys looks familiar. What happens when you finally place his face?

Tim x MC

Day one you watched as the boys came into the villa, and one of them looked so achingly familiar. But you could not put your finger on why. He was a DJ, so the thought crossed your mind that you might’ve seen him at a club at some point, but he seemed to recognize you too, even going as far as knowing your name before it was said. But he couldn’t remember how he knew it. Where did you know him from??

It wasn’t until the challenge was announced that you’d finally gotten your answer.

While everyone was laughing at Tim and asking questions about his time in Spain, you finally placed his face.

Talia was the first to notice your silence, knowing you definitely would’ve had some jokes to throw out, “Y/N? You okay? It ain’t like you to let something like this slide, especially coming from Tim.”

“Ohmygod.” You buried your flushed face in your hands, remembering.

“Oí, you good, love?” Tim called out, still blushing in his own right but none the less himself, “You too busy wishing you coulda gone on my tour?”

You let out a noise that was probably close to a whimper, muttering something they couldn’t hear into your hands. Everyone shared a concerned look before Jen touched your shoulder, “We can’t understand you, babes.”

You pulled your hands away, staring up at the sky, “I said I have been on the tour!”

You heard a snort and Talia chucked one of the balls, leading to Rohan screaming apologies. You wished you could’ve contained your reaction better. Kept it in. Now that you remembered where you knew him from, you were hurt. Tim’s brow was furrowed, “I’d remember if a bird like you was on my tour. I mostly dealt with older ladies that just giggled amongst themselves.”

You knew that none of the boys would let this conversation slip by, except maybe Jake. He’d see you get uncomfortable and try to slyly change the subject.

But part of you wanted answers. So instead of trying to move on, you responded, “Two years ago. My cousin’s hen party. Her fiancé said no strippers were allowed, so she found the tour and considered it a loophole, since…”

“…since we don’t strip on the tour. We’re already naked.” Tim finished, the ghost of recognition lighting up his face. “I remember that party. She was wearing one of them cheesy sashes and tiaras, and was the kinda scrubber that made all the birds with her dress badly so she looked better. Kept tryna tip us. That means you’re…oh, shit.”

“Oh, shit.” You confirmed.

You’d met Tim on that tour, and when your cousin decided to hit up a club he’d mentioned during it, she dragged you along. He had mentioned it because he was DJing, and you stole glances the whole time you were dancing. When he finished, he found you at the bar and offered to buy you a drink, and then, in a tipsy rush of lips and lost clothing, you’d enjoyed a very passionate night. In the morning, he even lent you a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants so he could take you to breakfast and the two of hit it off so well, but then he never called you. Between your studies and helping your cousin with her wedding prep, you still checked your phone. For two weeks you waited for that call that never came. But the worst part was, every hook up and date you’d had since then was always compared to him. Compared to the way he made you feel. The way he made you laugh, even when you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. And no one ever measured up.

Your energy for the rest of the challenge was less than enthusiastic, and so was his. No wonder you’d clicked with him so well. You’d done it before, after all.

The girls somehow managed to win, and you attributed that wholeheartedly to Talia’s basketball skills. You ran off as soon as you could.

Jen tracked you down, Talia and Rohan going after Tim to pull the whole story out of him. The blonde girl sat with you, just waiting. You were surprised she wasn’t pushing you to talk. This was her partner, her couple. You were afraid she’d think you were out to get her or something. You finally said as much, and she just laughed, “Oh, babes, you and me? We’re good. You never actively tried to undermine me with Levi, you just flirted when he flirted. And Tim well…I could tell when he walked in that he would’ve been your first pick, and it’s kind of obvious he wasn’t mine.” You blinked at her, finally letting the wall crumple as you told her everything. When you finished, she nodded to herself, like you’d just finished solving a riddle for her, “That explains so much.”

“Wha- What does that mean?”

Jen ignored the question, settling in front of you with a serious expression, “I want you to be honest. Right here, right now. Did you compare Levi to Tim?”

“…yes.”

“And did he measure up?” Your brow furrowed, unease filling you at the question, “I’m not talking in bed, I don’t care. I mean in the imagined relationship and future that you had in your head, did Levi measure up to the space Tim left?”

“…no.”

“Then you need to pick Tim.”

“Wha- but you and Tim-“

She waved her hand, “Don’t you worry about that. I think Tim was just excited to be picked for a romantic couple instead of a friend couple. I could pick Mason, or Jake, or Rohan. I’ve never given any of them a chance. But we both know if you don’t take this chance, you’ll regret it.” She watched you for a moment, before she finally took hold of your hands, “Just think about it, babes.”

The next challenge you faced was the lie detector.

Tim reading off your questions was awkward, neither of you had tried to approach the other since the revelation was revealed, and everyone hated the tension.

You heard the questions, barely registering them before you answered.

Something about nibbling on your earlobes, you didn’t care.

Had you grafted on anyone else while you were flirting or coupled up with Levi? Yes. You and Tim had flirted constantly. Before, at least.

Are you ready to commit to Levi for the rest of your time in the villa? …no. You weren’t. You’d forgiven him for Cherry, but that wasn’t the same as definitely wanting to stay with him.

Tim’s face looked conflicted. All of your answers had come out true, and as you moved to get up, he jumped, “Wait! Just…let me ask one more question.”

“Isn’t it…isn’t it just supposed to be three?”

“Well…yes, but please, love. The question was put in my head, and I need the answer.” You paused, but then Jen was back in your head, and you were giving him a hesitant nod. You watched him take a deep breath, like he was the one with the wires strapped to him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he finally asked, “Have ya really been waitin’ for me to call all this time?”

You froze. But you knew that he needed the answer. And honestly you needed an explanation from him. So with all your strength, you shoved out a quiet, “…yes.”

The wait for the light took forever, and as soon as the green flashed, you were ripping the wires off. Walking out, Levi was the first one you saw, and you immediately averted your gaze and sat in an empty corner of the room. Jen came around to comfort you, and you were hit with an odd sense of how much your time in the villa had changed. In the beginning it would have been Erikah there for you…and Tim. God, you felt pathetic. How were you still pining over him after all this time? You muttered apologies to Jen, over and over again, but she constantly waved you off. She was a good mate. You don’t know how you ever thought she wasn’t.

When Tim’s turn came around, you were aware of every word he said, like it was a beacon calling you, even though you refused to face the screen.

And then Jen’s final question was asked.

“If you could pick for yourself, without hurting anyone and no consequences, would you pick Y/N?”

“…yeah. Yeah, I would. Nothing ‘gainst Jen or Levi. I like Jen, but…yeah, I’d pick her in a heartbeat.”

You stared at Jen as everyone waited for the result, but she just gave you a closed eye smile. And then Erikah called it out. “That was…the truth!”

Jen forced the two of you to sit down as soon as it was over, sitting not too far away as the two of you awkwardly avoided eye contact until she finally sighed, “Do I really need to start this? Tim, why didn’t you ever call?”

“Uh,” he drummed his fingers against his seat before he finally caved, “Ya know how I usually act before I think? Well, the day after we, uh, yeah… anyway the day after, I was with my mates, and one of those mugs dared me to jump in this fountain. I didn’t think to empty my trousers, so I fried my phone, and by the time I got a new one I realized I hadn’t backed it up in weeks. Number was gone. I spent the whole summer I wasn’t at work tryna find her again…figured it was a lost cause after that.”

You couldn’t help it, you snorted, clutching your sides as you laughed, “I’m sorry!” You wheezed in breaths, “That is just…it’s such a Tim reason.”

Tim cracked a small smile, finally seeing you laugh again after everything you’d been through meant the world to him. Especially since he was the cause of it. His stupidity was, but he was gonna take it as a win.

That night for the recoupling, everyone was a little thrown off by the new face, and the returning face. Lucy chose Rohan straight out of the gate, Erikah picked Reese again, Talia chose Miles, Cherry chose Jake…and Jen chose Mason. No one looked surprised that Tim and Levi were left, but neither of them looked confident either. You stood there for a moment, remembering everything you’d been through with both of them, but you knew your choice already.

“This is…it feels like a long time coming. I never pictured we’d reconnect like this. Never thought that this git would show up back in my life. But I’ll be damned if I throw away the chance to finally be with this cheeky knob head. The boy I want to couple up with is Tim.”

You watched as he blinked, a smile slowly spreading across his face before he sped the few paces to you, arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you into the air. After a minute of just holding each other, Tim pulled away, making his way over to Levi, “I- uh, well, I’m sorry, mate.”

Levi shook his head, sad smile on his face, “Saw it coming, ya melt. Everyone saw it on the first day. Way you two clicked? Guess I was just hoping I could measure up.” He pulled Tim in for a hug before giving him a cheeky grin, “You treat her well though, ya hear me? I won’t hesitate to shoot my shot on the outside if you fuck this up.”

Tim laughed, letting go of him so Levi could give you a hug as well, and he threw his arm around your shoulder when you pulled away. Giving you a smile so soft, you felt like you’d turn into a puddle, Tim answered him, “I fuck this up, mate, you do whatever you gotta do to get that smile back on her face.”

As everyone else said their goodbyes to Levi, you wandered away with Tim. The two of you just sat there under the moon and stars, enjoying each other’s warmth. Until he started tickling you. The lawn was full of the sound of laughter as you ran from him, playfully playing a game of tag.

Falling into bed that night, you finally had the courage to wear the sleep shirt you’d kept tucked in your bag all this time. Watching as Tim’s face broke into the widest grin, before melting into the softest smile as he recognized it. “Can’t believe you kept that.”

“And lose the reminder I had of our short lived affair? Never.” You grinned cheekily, sliding into bed next to him as he pulled you to his chest.

“You’re bloody perfect. You know that, right?”

“You’re perfect, too.” You whispered, “Perfect for me.” You brushed your fingertips over his cheek, before leaning to his ear, “When we get out of here, you think you could take me on your tour again?”

He grinned wickedly, tickling you even as he pinned you to his side, “Don’t you know? You’re the only one with a ticket for that tour anymore.”

Masterlist

#litg tim x mc #litg tim #litg season 1 #love island the game #litg

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batstorm93672 · 2 years

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Robin was dying...

Again...

How sad...

Yet no one was here

He was going to be alone

Alone just like he felt when in the Manor at times

So much blood down his chest and on his hands. Robin was going to die and no one was coming, no matter how much he called for his family to arrive. No one responded and he was going to die all over again.

What does one do when slowly approaching death? Reminisce on good moments?

...good moments... Robin might be able to count the amount of good moments he had on one hand.

Talia would sing such sweet lullabies in Arabic, it would make Damian start to fall asleep at times or he would feel safer whenever Ra Al Ghul was too tough on him.

Another good time was when Damian was around Dick and sometimes he had good times with his father.

Even Jason and Tim made Damian happy at times regardless of how annoying they may be.

Yet no one was here now...

Robin was dying

The only thing on his mind was his family... if only he was strong enough to say such nice things to them. To tell Dick that he loves him so much. To tell Jason that he and him aren't so different and he's happy to know that. To tell Tim that he's sorry again and that he's happy to be his brother. To tell Steph that even though they don't hang around much that he appreciates her enthusiasm. To tell Cass that if he could he'd play on his violin for her dances for as long as he can just to see her smile. To tell Duke that he's happy that he joined the family. To tell his father that he loves him and is happy to be with him. To tell Alfred that he's glad to have such an amazing person help him grow and improve.

It won't ever be told...

Robin is dying and it's getting dark now, everything is becoming slow. He's brushed with death countless times and died before, but why does this one feel so... painful? Maybe it's the wound slowly making him bleed out? Or as his now Lazarus Pit induced mother would say "You've grown weak, you've become emotional"? Yeah maybe the second one... Robin knows he's emotional now, but he doesn't despise it so much as he used to. Feelings are essential to being a family and simply being human, Damian has learned... but it doesn't seem to even really matter now.

As said before, he's dying and no one is here. He's going to die alone and full of unfulfilled wishes for his family.

So dark now...

Ah, is this it? The final part of it all? Dying even though father went through so much to bring me back... It's hard to tell if heros get more chances after dying already. Probably not... so there's no going back. Maybe I was forgiven for my sins? Maybe... I'll see everyone one day again... one... day...

This doesn't look like Hell, Damian would know. No this feeling is... alive. Alive? Is he alive?

"Damian! You're alive!" Who was that?

"Thank goodness Master Damian you took quite the time to awaken"

"...alive? How... no one responded, when did you all care?"

"You got to be joking, B and Dickie here almost tore Gotham apart looking for you"

"Don't only pin this on Bruce and I, not with you grabbing bad guys and scaring them for information on his location"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"If you two could stop being annoying in front of someone barely awake? We were worried for you Damian"

"That's funny... you all were worried? Tt I'm not worth it"

Why was he saying that?

"You're on pain medication, it's making you a little loopy"

"Hah I'm so happy you all came, I thought I was going to die again hehe I'm so flattered that you all care... I was just about ready to let myself go... no one answered. It was getting dark... I was going to die. I was so scared that I wasn't gonna see you all again and then I'd go to Hell and might waste the chance that father gave me to return... I'm pathetic. Mother was right I'm emotional and weak... but is it really that bad? To be emotional I mean... if I wasn't then, I wouldn't have ended up loving you all. Ugh I'm tired..."

It was silent and for a second Damian thought he was alone again.

"Go to sleep son, we're not going anywhere"

"Mmkay... goodnight father"

Bonus:

After Damian had settled back into slumber, everyone almost broke out in tears.

"Did that come out of his mouth?" Jason was in shock and awe.

"He said he loves us!" Dick was sobbing with stars in his eyes.

"Oh he's most definitely not gonna remember this" Tim scoffed as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Bruce leaned down and planted a kiss on Damian's forehead as Alfred smiled. "Goodnight Damian"

#damian wayne #damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it #jason todd #robin #tim drake #red hood #dick grayson #batman #red robin #nightwing #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #mentioned duke thomas #mentioned cassandra cain #mentioned stephanie brown #i fully support the idea that damian plays violin and im already working on a fic for that

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motheatenscarf · 1 year

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I think I'm almost done with Post-Shadowbringers stuff

I just did Paglth'an, so here are some catchup thoughts.

Holy shit, Alisaie figured out the cure for Tempering and between her, G'raha, Y'shtola, and Master Matoya, they've figured out how to mass produce this shit so that Tempering is basically no longer an obstacle. Go team!! Ga Bu's! little! voice! He sounds like he's about to ask if please, sir, he can he have some more porridge. Tragic little urchin. Outright Dickensian. So cute ;_; But more importantly,

This has led to the Alliance leaders finally, F I N A L L Y, making peace with and inviting the Beast Tribes to the table. They all seemed to start moving in on it at the same time, but credit still goes to Lyse imo for being the first one to insist, no, we mean everyone gets a seat at the table with the Ala Mhigan republic they're creating. Granted, they modled that on the republic Aymeric built and he was also talking to the Vanu, so. My goodest noodles. I love them so much! I liked Merlwyb getting some character development, but also the entire time she was talking about how to make amends to the Kobolds, I just sat there going, "Land back. You can give their land back. Land back???" But she managed to get them to agree to join up anyway, so... fine :T

Estinien's back! \o/ And he's maybe staying this time? We freed Tiamat and watching Talia, Estinien, and Alphinaud try to figure out how to put a software update on a 3,000 year old phone was way funnier than it had any right to be. Buncha dingdongs. Also, holy shit, Estinien meeting Alisaie was everything I hoped it would be and more. He mistook her for Alphinaud and gave her a noogie. She fucking H A T E S him. It was clear she was envisioning a heroic knight based on Alphinaud's descriptions and then Estinien made the worst mistake of his life. Amazing restraint on her part that she only yelled at him, I thought for sure that was the end for him. But he's actually grown a lot and had a good moment with Fordola where he basically said, "There are enough assholes out there who are good at killing like you and me, but what the world NEEDS is idealists like Alphinaud who actually plan to BUILD something out of the ashes we leave behind." Out of the Scions, I think Estinien is the one who groks Talia the most for this reason alone. That mentality of, I am not good. But you are. I was mostly joking when I said Estinien is her best friend/wingman now and he doesn't get a say in this, but yeah, they would definitely be the "We still never talk sometimes" kind of friends who can just chill in comfortable silence because they're on such a similar wavelength. Which I will say, did make me start to wonder about him and Aymeric and that very gay religious art way he was carried back to Ishgard. Like, oh no, do they maybe have some history there? But then Estinien said, verbatim, "I don't want to go to the Alliance meeting, Aymeric will be there and I don't want to be lectured," so... probably not! Also, the one instance where Talia can't relate to Estinien. Keeping the people you care about at arms' length because you're scared to let anyone in after what you've lost? Tired. Recklessly devoting yourself body and soul to protecting the people you care about because you'd rather die than be alone again after what you've lost? Wired. Get on her level, Estinien, in this house we listen to the Moogles' advice that the fuel powering dark edgelord shit is love.

Anyway, with the Tempering cure in the works, a LOT is shifting in the status quo, which I like. Fandaniel is boring and continues to be just... the fucking most, and I'm tired of him. I'm so tired of him. I have thoughts, but that's for another post.

Zenos keeps making a big deal about wanting a new weapon and they keep deliberately not showing it, and I know Reaper was introduced in Endwalker, so I think that's what they're teasing there, and if he winds up going Reaper I am going to SCREAM. He's already Talia's dark mirror and I already headcanon that her dumb Dark Knight sword that's too big for her was yoinked out of his stupid golf bag. So if he just goes "uno reverse, bitch!" and is now copying her by going Reaper, they are going to be in danger of being legit frenemies and I don't know how to feel about that! That is the exact kind of escalating rivalry I've wanted out of a good nemesis for her!

But also like, Zenos' plans seem so fucking stupid. I don't know what he's got in the works with Fandaniel, he says all he wants is to fight the WoL again, but I don't get how facilitating the apocalypse accomplishes that?

Like, buddy, if you want a fight, roll up and ask her. I brought a character who started her existence as a fucking Sith into this game, you are never gonna find another WoL more eager to drop whatever she's doing just to kick your ass.

#Caitlin Plays FF14 #FF14 spoilers #Eschatalia Solanum

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roses-and-grimoires · 2 years

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Prompt #25: Surprise

Characters: Idristan, Talia @reddevil-xiv, mention of Caedh @thedarknesssings

“Mo ridire, what’s gotten you into such a good mood?”

For the normally dour moon fae certainly seemed in high spirits as he steps through the portal into the Grove. Indeed, he seems downright excited; there is even a hint of a spring in his step.

“That would be telling, would it not?” he counters, even as he flashes her a rather sly smile, one that causes Talia’s eyes to narrow. For not only did the Ishgardian seem in a good mood, but he also seemed to be up to something. “Is Caedh around?” he adds, though the relative quiet in the Grove perhaps already suggests the answer.

Talia shakes her head. “No, he’s off on his flight. The days are starting to get shorter.” For it was properly fall now, a fact that they all had, on some level, noticed. Summer was ending, Winter was coming; these were facts that they knew to be true even without consulting a calendar.

“Ah, I see,” Idristan says, his ears wilting just a touch. Talia, meanwhile, has risen to her feet, and takes that particular opportunity to press in close to the other fae, lightly shoving him back until his back hits the trunk of a tree. Then she presses her lips to his, the kiss long and demanding, her fangs scraping against his lips when she finally draws away. Not far though; just enough to tip her head and start to move downwards, pressing more of those kisses against his neck.

“So what’s gotten you into such a good mood, darlin’?” she breathes against his skin. Because that was totally fair, wasn’t it? Idristan, for his part, seems to be rather thoroughly distracted, that earlier insistence upon it being a surprise forgotten as he moans softly, lidded eyes smoldering with desire.

“I bought us an island.”

Those words cause Talia to pause, the better to stare at him as if she thought that he was joking. And yet, he seemed quite serious.

“You bought us an island?” she repeats, sounding incredulous.

“Well, yes!” he says with a huff. “It’s what sports players do, isn’t it?” The mood had shattered just a bit, even though his arms are still wrapped around her. “...I thought it would be nice, having somewhere in the mortal world for the three of us too,” he adds.

That incredulous look faded, buried in laughter as her lips went back to his throat. "You can tell me about it. Show us. But later."

Laughter bubbles up in his own throat as he leans his head against hers, lips nipping at one of her ears as he whispers into it: “I intend to.”

#idristan agache #talan/talia redwing #writings #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #no editing we post like men

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m3lzalz-honeybee-noble · 2 years

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Why do you ship Chenford? Or what drew you to them? 🥰

Thank you for the ask! Long post ahead.

They were actually in a tagged post with a different ship I like, that also was canon, around the same time. I saw a gif of 4x22, when Lucy tells Tim how Dim and Juicy met. Then I saw a gif of the kiss. It piqued my interest. The chemistry through a gif, was chef’s kiss. ❤️🤩. Them together is so aesthetically pleasing, because they are both so beautiful. I had no context about the relationship. I wanted to watch, i just didn’t know when.

Here’s the thing, I knew about The Rookie when it was picked up/first started airing, but I am not a fan of NF, and when season 1 ended there was some controversy regarding the actress that played Talia (Afton Williamson) , that turned me off to watching the show. I had no clue who else starred in it.

A few years ago, I also saw Chenford trending on Twitter, when episode 2x11 aired, but I thought they were on a show called Rookie Blue, that had ended, and I didn’t feel like bingeing an old series, at the time.

Fast forward to Late May/Early June 2022, my sister started watching The Rookie, episode 1. I missed at least 15 minutes, so I didn’t get to see their first meeting/ look at each other. I did love Lucy instantly. It took some time for me to warm to Tim, even though EW is HOT! I thought Tim was such an A**Hole to Lucy, and I didn’t think I was going to like him, until the last few minutes, when Isabel was introduced. EW won me over with his acting in that scene. Tim’s armor crumbled instantly. He was so vulnerable/ exposed. He could have easily dismissed Lucy when she asked who Isabel was, but he didn’t. He must have known there was something about her that made him comfortable enough to share a part of himself that was so raw and dark. To me, that’s a connection you don’t often find.

Unfortunately, I didn’t ship them instantly, because I was recovering from the whiplash I had, when I saw that Lucy was with Nolan 🤮, I was not ready. From what I’ve seen, I was not in the minority on this. I didn’t understand how Tim/ Lucy could be canon if they already set her up with the lead. Thankfully, I looked up some spoilers. I am so happy, they nipped that storyline in the bud in the first few episodes, otherwise I may not have stuck around.

I started rooting for Tim and Lucy from 1x02,when he comes to see her at the Diner. I love that he was checking up on her. I am convinced he already liked her. He went out of his way to physically see her, while he was supposed to be recovering from a gunshot wound. He was also joking with her (that tidbit about the TO eating lunch in his underwear or something like that, was not necessary lol). I was fully invested and in love with themin 1x07, when Lucy confronts him outside of Isabel’s house. She was looking out for him, not because he’s her TO, but because she genuinely cared about him and his well being. She wasn’t afraid to tell him he would be crossing the wrong line. It worked too. I believe this was the moment Tim started following and heeding her advise, which to me has been prominent in their relationship/ dynamic.

I love slow burns. I love watching the build up, the tension, the angst. Will they/ won’t they? When couples become canon or are already canon, sometimes I lose interest. It depends how the writing is. If they do get together, and there are too many obstacles/break ups/ make ups, I get over them pretty quickly or am not as invested. Hopefully they do it right with Chenford.

#chenford #lucy x tim #Tim x Lucy #thank you for reading if you stayed til the end #love them #season 5 can’t come soon enough

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Wednesday, 31 May 2023

Wednesdays, as I have mentioned before, tend to be pretty slow around Salem. And while a few of today's plots are little more than wheel-spinning for their respective characters, we also got a couple of MAJOR DEVELOPMENTS that just so happen to be QUINTESSENTIAL SOAP MOMENTS™, one of which I'm seeing for the first time since I started watching a year or so ago.

First up is Nicole. She's still pregnant and still confiding to Anna about it. And still not really providing us with any new insight into her character or... really, any new information of any kind. This storyline actually got me interested in Nicole for the first time ever, but I sure wish something would, you know, happen.

Eric and Sloan also talk about Nicole. Eric works out that the story about a virus at the hospital was a lie and Sloan comes clean and confesses that yeah, she did indeed lie. But she did it to protect Nicole's secret. Which Eric now knows.

Eric is none too happy about any of this, and takes his recently-harvested DNA swab and heads over to confront Nicole about it. So presumably something will finally be moving forward with all of this soon.

But not today.

Jada and Talia have a number of tearful exchanges at the police station, as Jada tries to explain to Talia that, even though Colin never actually hit her, he's still an abusive piece of shit. I do not mean to trivialize any of this as unimportant — it's good stuff; it's important stuff to talk about to an audience full of dumbs; and both performers do an excellent job with the material. It wasn't boring to watch, but it is hard to make jokes about. But don't worry — I am now pivoting to some gloriously stupid bullshit.

University Hospital has a new nurse on staff, apparently! She's one of the ladies from Fox's hit 90s sitcom, Living Single.

Not Queen Latifah.

Not Tootie.

The other one. Kim Coles.

(Apparently there was actually a fourth one but I don't remember her at all. My apologies, Erika Alexander. I enjoyed your show and watched quite a bit of it, both in first-run and in reruns. My faulty memory does you a disservice.)

Nurse Coles hits the ground running as she tends to Colin and he briefly mistakes her for Paulina.

Thirty seconds on screen and I love her already.

Paulina is actually in Abe's room, being her usual entirely impatient self and not for the first time I find myself wondering how she possibly made herself so rich in real estate with so little chill. Don't real estate people have to, like, negotiate or whatever?

Then Chanel goes in to talk to Abe and he wakes up! Yay! We love Abe!

But it gets better. Not only is he awake, but ABE HAS AMNESIA.

I cannot overstate how excited I am by this. I have watched literally 500 episodes of this soap-ass soap and I've never encountered a proper case of actual amnesia before!

Chanel tries to jog the mayor's memory by showing him a picture of his wedding to Paulina, in that episode from last summer where they taught the white people in Salem what Juneteenth is. (I'm not gonna lie — I learned a couple of things from that one. As one of the dumbs in this audience, I'm genuinely glad they did that.)

But the picture rings no bells for Abe.

Out in the waiting area, Rafe orders this cop, who appears to be about thirteen years old, to prep Colin for his transfer to prison. This is obviously just to kill time in a short episode, and surely has no relevance to the plot.

While Chanel is off getting her mom, Nurse Kim Coles enters Abe's room. Abe, still muzzy from the surgery and having only seen a single cell phone picture of his alleged wife Paulina, thinks the nurse is his wife. The nurse, for her part, says nothing to dissuade him of this misapprehension.

Turns out she's a Mayor Abe Carver Superfan! And also? Maybe a bit crazy in the ol' pants?

And speaking of pants, Rafe checks on Colin, only to discover that Officer Skippy had his pants stolen by said gross creep. Also the rest of his uniform.

That's a rock-solid defense though, Skippy. "He got the better of me." No court in the world will convict you.

So now Colin, in disguise (as a cop whose uniform actually fits), easily slips out of the hospital unnoticed.

And right after him comes Nurse Kim Coles, pushing the amnesiac and highly confused Abe out of the hospital in a wheelchair "because he's in danger."

AMNESIA AND WEIRDLY UN-MALICIOUS KIDNAPPING. WE HIT THE SOAP JACKPOT TODAY, Y'ALL!

#Days of Our Lives #DOOL #soap opera #Peacock

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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