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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Kenji, Rosaline and their sons and daughter visiting a normal family. Maybe they have 3 sons and a daughter too just like Kenji and well, his lovely wife.

Kenji is so surprised when the kids don't get away or feel uncomfortable when the dad gets close to them, they hug him and let him kiss their forehead or cheeks, even the daughter hugs him, he makes dad jokes to his kids and talks proudly of them.

Rosaline is surprised when the sons and even daughter are gentle and loving with their mom. Even more surprised when the dad looks so happy when his wife is next to him, he loves to talk about how wonderful his wife is and she loves to talk about her husband too.

Just Kenji and his fucked up family meeting a normal one

Oop time to really show how fucked up kenji is like all the way baby incest at a level 10

This contains: lots of incest, kenji being a dick, implied murder

Kenji eyed the family with an amused expression, they were definitely entertaining to say the least but they also pissed him off, why the hell were they so happy for? As both families sat down it was clear to the other family that something wasn’t right with kenji and his kids. Yuuta sat in Yuuji’s lap the younger twin hugging his waist tightly whispering softly in his ear ever so often gaining a blush from the male. Ushio sat as far away from her father as humanly possible wearing a face mask, Gloves and watch that tracked her vitals at all times. Hikaru was doing his best to act friendly but the sight of how affectionate the other family was made him want to scream..he wanted that so badly.

“So! You must be proud of all your kids! They are all so successful! I’m so proud of mine they are all such good kids never give me hard times”

Kenji couldn’t fucking do this anymore he couldn’t handle this cookie cutter happy bullshit. The male crossed his legs a cold expression forming in his eyes making each of his children tense up shaking in pure fear

“so, how exactly do you know they’re being good when you aren’t around? Whose to say they aren’t whoring it out?”

“E-excuse me?”

Kenji chuckled at their shocked faces “well, you boast about your children but you fail to see my point of view, I know my children wouldn’t dare to cross me. Never disrespect me, never embarrass me infront of anyone but how can you say the same for your children? You treat them like equals when really...”

Kenji paused snapping his fingers and Hikaru came rushing to his side only for the male to pull him into his lap a hand on his thigh the other around his waist as he eyes the other father in disgust. “Children are property, not equals.” He hissed out

“Y-your views are very abusive! T-that’s not healthy at all! How do you know that your kids love you?”

“Yuuji, who do you love more than anything in this world?”

Yuuji perked up at the question from Kenji hands shaking in light fear “well I would have to say Yuuta but of course you as well father!” He chimed out with a bright smile. Kenji trailed his hands under hikaru’s shirt locking eyes with the very disturbed parents

“Hikaru, my babyboy..who do you love more than anything in this world?”

“A-ah! Y-you father” the boy gasped out shuddering at the touch. During all this rosaline seemed to be allowing it to happen being an obedient wife and keeping her mouth shut.

“You let all this happen?” The father asked rosaline who was keeping busy by looking at her phone. “Why of course, my job as a wife is to support my husband no matter what” she stated softly.

Kenji chuckled “you see, we work as a unit and while you and your little band of circus monkeys deem yourself a good family, you truly don’t know your children..whose to say your daughter isn’t blowing her back out everytime you send her to school? You don’t know and you never will cause your children feel safe with you..so to them it’s fine cause nothing will happen but mine..”

Kenji trailed his tongue up hikaru’s neck feeling him shudder tears now rolling down his cheeks “know exactly who their daddy is” he purred out before giving a smile “this has been enlightening but we have better things to do” kenji stated now tapping Hikaru on the thigh making him stand

The others stood in a row bowing to the terrified family before one by one walking away. Kenji shot them a cold hard look before scoffing walking out lighting a cigarette as he did

“Rosaline, have the staff burn this place to the fucking ground and make it look like an accident. I didn’t like the way they stared at me like that. Fucking crossbreeders thinking they are better than me” kenji sneers out.

“T-they seemed so nice” Hikaru whispers out smiling softly at the thought of being able to have a normal family but that was ripped away when he felt his hair being tugged harshly. “Nice? They’re peasants Hikaru, mere pigs compared to us and we don’t dwell with pigs” kenji sneered out in annoyance before glancing at the twins who were keeping to themselves.

“When we get home I want you two to show Hikaru the meaning of family” he said coldly as he got into the limo his eyes lingering back on ushio who was quiet this entire time and kept her distance m, how cute.

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #tw incest #tw abuse

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader Season I

Chapter 5- Number Five

Summary: You finally found Five, drunk, but you found him. Patch is dead. And now you and Diego are on the hunt for the masked killers with assistance from Klaus.

Masterlist - where all the other chapters are⚔️

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You burst through your apartment door with a new rage overthrowing your recent grief, Diego’s right on your tail, trying to catch up with you the best he can. Your strides are fast as you march hastily through the small room, heading straight for Five. “You boy scout looking fuck. Do you have any idea what you’ve just caused?” You growl launching yourself at him with fists in the air, without warning Luther catches you before you can really tear into Five. “No! Let me go you fucking monkey boy, get your hands off of me!” You yell at him, as he lifts you up off the ground, “I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down.” Says Luther calmly. You continue to struggle in his strong grasp, seriously contemplating if you’ve lost it enough to bite him before Diego sets a hand on your tense shoulder. Further stopping you before you can find a way to break free by injuring Luther, “Y/N, please.”

You make a lowly animistic sound, like that of a beaten circus tiger, as you stop struggling, “Fine.” Luther then sets you down.

“Now, wanna tell us what you’re talkin’ about?”

You glare at Five, still upset from finding Eudora dead in that motel room. You were gonna have lunch with her on Friday and then explain why Diego’s been so persistent about the shootings. You hadn’t had a chance to talk with her yet. And now you never will.

“Your brother’s been pretty busy since he got back. He was in the middle of that shootout at Giddy’s, and then at Gimble Brothers, after those masked psychos attacked the Academy, looking for him.” You snap, staring daggers at Five.

He barely moves a muscle, “None of which is any of your concern.” He mutters calmly, way to damn calmly for you.

You scowl at him in annoyance, “It is now you little shit. They just killed my friend.” You vent back, stepping in closer, Diego has to grab your arm from tearing into the tiny 58 year old man in front of you.

“Who are they Five?” Questions Luther, breaking the tense atmosphere.

“And where the hell are they from?” Adds Diego, hand still firmly grasping your arm.

Five gives you all a tired look, “They work for my formal employer at the commission. A woman called the Handler. She sent them...to stop me. Then as soon as Y/N and Diego’s friend got in their way, well, fair game.” Five shrugs, so this is just business is business to him.

“Well they’re my fair game now. And I’ll make sure of it that they pay in blood.” You sneer, turning around and walking briskly towards the door, Diego hot on your tail.

“That would be a mistake Diego, for you to let her go.....They’ve killed people far more dangerous then you think.” Calls Five, you stop by the railing to look back at him.

“I’d like to see them try and kill me then....the next time I see them will be when I drive my dagger into their throats.” You growl with malice, turning away from them to walk out the door.

Luther looks to Diego and then back at Five with a stunned face, “I don’t care what she does. She just better not miss.” Says Five with a sigh, as Diego nods while making towards the open door.

You get into the passenger seat as Diego takes the steering wheel, he turns the car on, turning to look at you, “Are you okay?” He whispers gently. You stare vacantly out the side window, “No. Just drive.” You mumble sadly, you’re trying to be strong but one of your only friends has just been killed violently by two masked psychopaths. It’s a bit difficult if you’re being honest, but you’re too numb with silent fury to cry at the moment.

He nods in understanding, putting the car into drive and taking off.

——

You stand silently in Diego’s doorway at the Umbrella Academy, he pulls out a metal briefcase from under his bed, and opens it up. It’s his old knife case, he then puts his remaining free knifes that are hiding on him in the case. He quickly shuts it and locks it up, leaving it on the floor to stand up and walk over to you. “Do you have anything you need to get before we head out?” He says while holding the sides of your arms. You look up at him, “I am all that I need.” You whisper valiantly, meaning absolutely every word, underlying so much more behind that small sentence.

Your mind flashes back to your younger days when you were fighting alongside with the Umbrella Academy, you had wanted so badly to prove that you belonged among them. Your mindset solely focused on accomplishing the mission successfully, hoping that Reginald would be satisfied with your hard work. Through your attempts, you may have went a little overboard, losing control at times, lashing out furiously on the enemy. You turned into something incredibly dangerous, but at the time all you saw was a warrior, a hero, a vital piece of the Umbrella Academy that could not be held back. You were so lost in your own success and the satisfaction of Sir Reginald that you didn’t notice when the Umbrella Academy was starting to become afraid of you. It was the most lonely and darkest couple weeks of your life that you’d ever felt, and you couldn’t fully understand why they wouldn’t want to play with you. It started on a mission, you’d just discovered that whenever you were completely in full rage mode, your eyes would turn the color of molten lava, a deep orange, perhaps your body’s way of showing off the raging fire within you, or so you’d tell yourself. Quite opposite of your original eye color. You’d never realized it before until Allison pointed it out after an intense mission once. To keep a long story short, you killed a bunch of terrorists who were about to kill your friends. You tore into them wildly, your eyes practically glowing embers. You were breathing heavily and covered in other people’s blood by the time you were done. For a week they wouldn’t even look at you, it took longer for Ben to come around. And you absolutely hated yourself for it. Of course Reginald was ecstatic, mentioning your achievement at dinner one night, of how you unlocked a hidden power within yourself and that the others should strive to do the same. The rest of them fumed in jealousy, deciding to ignore you for awhile as payback, since they couldn’t hurt you physically. And they were to scared about what you could have done back at them. You felt like a caged lioness, a powerful and deadly creature, being taunted and stared at from afar by snotty children who are safe and content behind the thick glass.

But life goes on, and you’ve sacrificed yourself for them a couple hundred times since then, more then they’ll ever be able to repay. With time they began to understand you better, and amazingly to your great surprise Diego, out of all people, had a ginormous crush on you. Which led to even more wonderful things you’re scared little 13 year old self could never have even dreamed of. You got older, stopping caring about Reginald’s approval, and moved on with your life. Things got much better after that.

Your wandering mind comes back to reality when Diego kisses your forehead, he understands your somber silence, choosing to comfort you in the best way he possibly can. He releases you, turning to pick up his silver briefcase as you take a step out the door. Waiting a brief moment for your vigilante lover to catch up with you.

As you walk down the stairs and across the messy carpet past the damaged fallen chandelier. You notice Klaus who’s standing by the broken crushed table, he looks a bit lost and out of it. Oddly enough it’s not from any alcohol consumption or other substances. At least that you can smell, he’s clean.

“What happened here?” Klaus asks curiously, you look over to him with a casual shrug.

“Long story.” You add, not really wanting to get into details right now.

“You look like shit.” Diego tells him dryly.

“Why, thank you. Hey, where are you two going?” Wonders Klaus, watching the two of you head for the door. “Nope.” Snaps Diego quickly, Klaus’ face falls at his denied request.

“I’m not giving you a ride.” Grumbles Diego, who’s stopped walking to look at Klaus.

“Oh, come on, man. You know I can’t drive.” He whines, moving in closer to Diego. You stand with your arms crossed by the fallen chandelier, patiently watching the brotherly interaction between the two of them, who’re directly in front of you.

Diego shakes his head, “I don’t c..” You suddenly cut him off, “Go get your shit. We’ll be in the car.” Klaus’ face breaks out into a grateful smile, he laughs lightly before patting Diego on the chest, turning to get his things. “Okay, great. I’ll just get my things. Two minutes.” He says happily, rushing past you with a grin to get whatever it is that Klaus needs.

Diego turns around to give you a what-the-hell kinda look, you casually shrug, “He said two minutes.....and he looks like he could use some friendly interaction.” Diego just sighs, nodding in agreement, “Yeah alright...but only because you’ll be with me.” He replies, before turning towards the door.

You smack his bum as you scoot past him, “It’ll be fun, just like old times.” You quip while Diego shakes his head in amusement, following you out the door.

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You’re comfortably sprawled out in the backseat, feeling the dull roll of the car moving speedily down the road, while you listen to the hum of the engine. Diego drives, as Klaus drinks from a wine bottle, looking dismally out the window. “You okay?” Diego says after a quiet couple minutes, not getting anything from Klaus, who takes another swig. “Wow. This is a first. My brother Klaus is silent. How bout’ that Y/N.” Diego glances at Klaus again, “Last time you were this quiet, we were 12. Ran down the stairs wearing Grace’s heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw. How long was it wired shut again?” He wonders.

“Eight weeks.” Whispers Klaus tiredly, still staring out the window.

“Eight glorious weeks of bliss.” Smiles Diego, you sit up sticking your head between the two of them. “And I missed out on it all, damn.” You mutter, trying to mentally visualize the whole scenario. Klaus suddenly lifts his head up, “Hey, just....just drop me off here.” Diego nods, you look across the street at the building in mind, Lakeshore VFW, but that’s where the veterans go? None of you have ever been in the army, at least that you know of.

Diego pulls into the small parking lot, Klaus jumping out as soon as he stops, now you’re very confused. “You sure you’re all good, Klaus?” You call after him, he ignores you as he nervously walks up to the door, opening it and walking inside. You look over to Diego who’s equally as puzzled, he turns around about to start the car again. When you instantly reach your hand out to touch his shoulder, “Wait, I’m gonna go in and see what’s up with Klaus.” Diego stops, turning his neck to look at you, “I guess I better go in too. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself Y/N...I mean Klaus probably needs me an...”

“Diego.” You deadpan, shutting him up instantly. He takes the keys out of the ignition, as you open up your door, Diego doing the same. The two of you then start walking towards the entrance, clueless as to why Klaus would have wanted to stop here.

You walk in, finding him moping around some old WWll photographs, you sigh, beginning to walk over to Klaus, Diego right behind you. Throwing a hand on Klaus’ shoulder you unintentionally startle him, “Just go away, please.” He asks you, while rubbing his eyes. You let go of his shoulder, half-sitting yourself against the pool table, Diego steps up next to him, “Not until you talk to us.”

“Is that a threat? You threatening me?” He mutters, annoyed that you two won’t leave him alone. Suddenly a random guy to your left walks up to the three of you, “Guys. This bar? It’s for vets only.” He states, urging you all to leave.

“I am a vet.” Says Klaus, by the way he announces it, you can sense he’s not lying. But how would he have been a vet. Something wrong definitely happened in that whole day he was missing.

The veteran chuckles, not believing him in the slightest, “Really? Where’d you serve?” He says amused, glancing back at his friends. “None of your business.” Snaps Klaus defensively. The grumpy vet starts to lose his humor, and apparently his temper too. His face falling, “You got balls comin’ in here, pretendin’ you’re one of us.” You glance at Diego, who gives you a what-is-even-happening, look. Klaus turns around, “Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you. Asshole.” He says growling the last word. Shit. The large and pissed off vet takes a step closer, you step in front of Klaus, raising your hands up to stop him, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now, soldier. All right? My friend here has had one too many.” You look to his friends beginning to gather around behind him, then back to him, “Let’s just call it a day, all go our own way. No harm done.” You tell him, doing your best to reason with him and get out of here without a brawl. “Sure thing.” He says bluntly, but you’re unconvinced. “Thank you.” You answer anyway, trying to move things along, you turn to Klaus and Diego, “Let’s go..” “As long as you apologize.” Interrupts the vet, Klaus looks back at the photographs giggling to himself. You give Diego a defeated look, as you turn around to face the vet again. “Fine. I’m sorry. He’s sorry. We’re all sorry. So...are we good?” You tell him, restraining a sour tone the best you can physically muster. He looks at you, pointing to Klaus, “I wanna hear him say it.”

“Hey, man. I’m just trying to..” “No, no. He’s right Y/N. He‘s right. He’s right.” Interrupts Klaus, turning around to face the angry vet and his buddies. “I’d like to apologize...that you...are depriving some village of their idiot!” Growls Klaus, this not sitting very well with the vet. He swings at Klaus but misses when Klaus swiftly ducks, standing up again to head butt the guy. The guy staggers back, his buddy throwing a fist up to catch Klaus across the head. But before he has a chance Diego rushes in, deflecting the punch and kneeing the guy in the stomach. “Seriously.” You groan at all of them. Klaus running past you to jump on the back of another random guy who’s ready to fight.

You roll your eyes, men. Deciding enough is enough you spring into action, it only takes you about 10 seconds before they’re all groaning in pain on the ground, dazed as to how you just took them all out so fast. You stand near the exit, adjusting your jacket. “Let’s go. Right fucking now.” You snarl at Diego and Klaus, who instantly get up off the floor, making a beeline for the door.

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You’re sitting in the backseat of Diego’s car, him at the steering wheel and Klaus in the passenger seat. Your little trio parked across the street from Giddy’s Donuts. “You got a big mouth, you know that?” States Diego, referring to Klaus’ jabs at that old grumpy vet. “Oh, wow. What a truly shocking revelation, Diego.” Mumbles Klaus unamused, as he goes to open up a bag of pills. “Everything’s a big joke to you, right? Would you stop it?” Diego yells, grabbing the pill bag out of Klaus’ hands. “Why are you putting this shit in your body?” Interrogates Diego, not being able to understand why his brother always does this over and over again.

Klaus blows a raspberry into the air, in frustrated defeat. “Check this out Hmm?” Says Diego as he lifts up his black sweater, where he then pats his toned stomach. “My body is a temple. All that shit you do, it’s just weakness.”He states. You lean up closer in between the two of them.

“That’s so inspirational.” You add sarcastically, earning a small snort form Klaus.

“Well weakness feels so good.” Klaus then reaches his hand up to take a pill, Diego reacting fast as he smacks it out of his hand.

“What’s going on with you? Huh?”

“Don’t hit me asshole!” Yells Klaus, you just sit back and watch the show, Diego leaning in closer as he jabs a finger at him, “Don’t tell me everything is all right, because I saw you in there. You were crying like a baby!” Explains Diego loudly, you covering your ears a bit at his explosion. “Because I lost someone.” Barks Klaus, who looks down at his hands, sighing sadly, “I lost someone. The only...The only person I ever truly loved more then myself.” You sit up again, looking between the two of them. Diego looks out the front window with a puzzled look on his face, not expecting that answer. Klaus just gives you a sad smile, “Cheers.” He says, popping a colorful pill in his mouth.

“Well you’re luckier then most. At least you can still see them...when they....yeah.” You whisper quietly, thinking about your parents and Patch. You lean back into the backseat, turning your head left to look out the window. Diego turns his neck to look at you, about to say something before he catches sight of Hazel through the back window, who’s breaking into a car. “That’s our guy.” You sit up, turning around to see for yourself, “Huh. No shit.”

“Hey, I know that guy.” Adds Klaus, watching Hazel through the side mirror. “How could you possibly know that...” Begins Diego.

“He and a really angry lady tortured me. I barely got out with my life.” Explains Klaus, revealing a heavy part that you missed. You furrow your brows frowning, “Cha-Cha.” You mutter quietly to yourself. These psychos are dead. Diego abruptly starts the engine, pulling out to follow Hazel to wherever he’s going next. And so the hunt begins.

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The three of you sit in the car, outside of the crappy motel that Hazel unknowingly lead you to. Klaus is sipping on his bottle of wine, while Diego scans the area, you watching the motel windows closely. You suddenly spot movement coming from the blinds of one on the upper floor, on closer inspection it’s a woman, looking incredibly familiar, that must be Cha-Cha. “Bingo.”

Diego looks up, catching a flash of her hand, as the curtains conceal the rest of her. You get out of the car and wait for Diego as he takes out a knife, Klaus just looking at you two bored, “You know killing these people is not gonna make you feel any better, Y/N.” Adds Klaus. You stop for a second to think about why you’re doing this. Diego’s here to avenge a friend, but you’ve kinda been leading the charge this whole time. After all, you were closer friends with Patch then Diego was, and you also know that these fuckers have murdered countless other innocents. They must die, and you’re the best person to do it.

You lean down by the window to look at Klaus, “They killed my friend and countless other innocent people, kill one save a thousand.” You growl, standing back up at the sound of a door opening. You look up, watching as Hazel walks out the door and down the hallway, out of sight. You quickly follow, leaving Diego and Klaus to argue about something from behind you.

Turning a corner, you silently walk up the metal steps to the second floor, Diego practically materializing behind you, daggers out and ready to fight. You both reach the top, but before any of you have time to move Klaus walks up, “So, what exactly is the plan here, you two lovers in crime...fighting?” Muses Klaus, making it to the top steps. “I told you to wait in the car.” Grumbles Diego who gives you a look, “Yeah, but you also told me that licking a nine-volt battery would give me pubes.” You raise an eyebrow at Diego, “We were eight.” Klaus just looks up at Diego giving a shrug as he takes a couple steps. Diego grabs is arm, stopping him quickly as he pulls him down the steps, you’re watching this half annoyed and half holding in laughter. Diego then races back up the stairs, giving you a confident nod as he turns towards the blue motel door. Giving it a hard kick, the door swings open, revealing nothing on the inside but a tv blaring loudly with some western cowboy movie on. “Very subtle.” You quip, slightly irked at how less then clever his surprise ambush was. You turn to the right, looking down at the parking lot as you unexpectedly hear the scratching of tires on pavement. What the hell?

You move towards the railing as a blue car comes speeding into view, with Hazel and Cha-Cha in their familiar get up of Halloween masks and guns. That are now shooting deadly bullets at you and Diego, oh shit Diego. Without warning a bullet rips into your right upper shoulder where your arm and torso meet. A second slicing just below your bellybutton. Diego grabs at you, hauling you backwards as another bullets clips him in the forearm. To your great surprise, Klaus pulls the both of you back even further, evidently helping the two of you avoid getting shot again.

“Oh, man. See? Used to think I was an idiot?” Sasses Klaus at a panting Diego.

“I still think you’re an idiot.” He claps back, holding onto his left arm, where the bullet went through.

You on the other hand are leaning against the staircase railing, sucking in pained breaths as you slowly feel the bullets getting pushes out of you. The flesh beginning to fuse back together once again, Diego and Klaus finally look over to you. “Y/N, you alright?” Wonders Klaus. You glare up at him still grimacing in pain, “No.” You wheeze, shutting your eyes tight, as both bullets are being forced out of you by the rapid healing process, ultimately at long last they drop to the floor, making a ringing sound as they hit the metal staircase. You stand up straight once again, your eyes going wide in realization, “They’re getting away!” You blurt out, racing down the steps, Diego and Klaus hot on your heels. When the three of you make it back to Diego’s car, you notice how the front tire is completely flat. You all groan in frustration, now what? “Was this all part of your master plan?” Doubts Klaus, miffed that no one has a ride now. “Shut up.” Snaps Diego, looking around for something that could assist in the matter.

You look up to the sky, putting your hands on your hips, “Fucking fuck.” You whine loudly to the sky or birds or whoever would listen, snapping your head back down, your eyes land on the large ice cream truck. Parked ever so sweetly and conveniently in front of you. With a new idea fresh in your mind you walk past Diego and Klaus, stopping in front of the white and cutely designed truck. “I found our ride.”

They turn to look at you, Klaus smiling in excitement as Diego’s face falls. “I’ll drive.” Blurts out an ecstatic Klaus.

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Sticking your head out the window you catch the scent of Hazel and Cha-Cha, they smell of gun powder, fast food, and death. So it wasn’t exactly that difficult to get on their trail. Gosh I’m just like a frickin bloodhound, you think. You sit on the right side while Klaus drives, Diego slumped in the middle seat, putting pressure on his wound. Why you let Klaus drive? You’re pretty sure you have some bullet fragments still stuck in your shoulder, no you definitely do. Why else would it still feel sore, damn you’re gonna have to take those out later.

Now that you look at your surroundings, there’s nothing but trees and farm fields. Plus Luther and Five, standing next to a parked car on the road, while Hazel and Cha-Cha point guns at you from further down the road. Shit. You hold on tight as Klaus manically laughs while plowing into the two assassins. Everything happens so fast and the next second you’re jostled again when the ice cream truck rams right into their getaway car. You smack your head off the window, cracking the glass, as Diego gets shoved into the dashboard. “Fuck.” You seethe through clenched teeth, bringing your hand up to touch the spot on your head. No blood is felt to your great relief and now the pain is gone, unlike Diego who’s clutching his injured arm in pain.

You hear Klaus yelling for you two to get out, not wanting to wait for Diego’s slow ass to make it out of the truck. You kick your door open, breaking the lock in the process, oh well. Not dwelling on the matter, you book it to the other side where Luther and Klaus are holding up Diego as they start running for Luther’s car, without a second thought you follow them, not caring enough to bother with either Hazel or Cha-Cha. You’ll get your chance, the safety of your family is way more important at the moment.

You run around to the passenger side of Luther’s car, Klaus and Diego taking the back, as Luther gets into the drivers seat, hitting the gas and flooring it.

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x reader #falcor the luck dragon stories #what a time to be alive fic #tua #tua season one

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calypsoff2 · 3 years

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Fourteen. Part 4

The worst fear hit me so hard, my child in hospital. I jumped up instantly “Tina erm” I stubbled on my words, my mind is shutting down on me. My daughter has hurt herself; I don’t know what to do “Rih, are you ok?” Jah said confused “Tina, I need my jet now. I am sorry. I have to go; I need to go” grabbing my phone and paperwork from the desk “uh why? Erm, is everything ok” everyone had to get up at the same time “get my jet, get me to JFK. I need to go; my daughter needs me!” I shouted, not a word was uttered but just staring at me “is everything ok? I mean yes of course go” they are acting like I am asking; I am going because I have to go. I rushed out of the meeting room, Rich wasn’t expecting me to leave so quickly but I just burst through the doors and ran out “hold up Rih” Jah said behind me, tapping on the elevator button in a panic. I just want to see my daughter; I need to go home. Tapping the elevator button several more times “what happened, oh my god. Are the girls ok?” he asked, looking at me “Imani is in hospital, something to do with her arm. I just need to go, I heard her say she wants me. I am going” entering the elevator, Tina is running behind in a huff with my stuff, Rich held the elevator door for her “I am so sorry, I am sure she is ok. I understand the need to go” I don’t want to ring Chris, he is busy with Imani, but I need to know “tell the rest of them I am gone Tina, you guys can come to LA with me or stay, I need to go. Tell Jen I am gone. Is the jet there?” I asked “uh yeah, they are preparing the jet” nodding my head, my pumpkin is hurt I just need to see her so bad “my fear has always been this” I mumbled, I need to fucking get back quick, I need to be there for her.

I wish this jet could go faster; I wish there was a faster option right now. I have text Chris to call when he can, I am shaking “I hate seeing you like this Rih, it’s like the whole world is on you. Even in the meeting it’s like they are having a go at you, like you are trying your best. It’s just a mess and then they want you to sing? Just relax, kids have these mishaps. You are doing your best, look at you. Going back for her” Jah is trying, he is trying his best “I am not the best mother in their eyes Jah, I have been getting it in the neck and I have always been fearful that this would happen, that one of my girls would be ill or hurt while I am gone and my fear has happened, I just was always scared to be overseas so I tend to stay in America but look, my youngest baby is hurt and I am hurting, I am so hurt! But yet I am not the good person” my phone started ringing, Chris is calling me. Snatching my phone and answered him “Chris” I said out of breath “yeah I was just a little busy” hearing Imani whining in the background “I am here, look. I am just sitting Mamacita, you can watch paw patrol after I done” I just want to know what happened “yeah just been busy, erm what you doing?” he asked “on the jet coming back, what happened to my daughter?” I need to know “she had a fall while playing on the monkey bars and she fell, but Imani said she was kicked. Teacher said the kids were playing roughly and were told off, but it took a moment and she hurt herself” my heart is hurting “let me see her, she wants me” I can hear her “what took you so long to answer Robyn? I called you three times; I am calling you! You took ages! Are you real right now, I was calling you and you didn’t pick up!? You are away and you didn’t pick up!” he shouted, “no shout dad!” Imani said “ok twin, I am not shouting. Just relax, her shoulder is swollen, she is crying and in pain. She was then but they have put her arm in a sling, but she may need surgery, just stay there in New York. Nothing big you know” disconnecting the call and placing my hands over my face.

Jah and Tina did their best with consoling me, but I am hurting no matter what anyone is thinking or saying, I am hurting so much right now. I am just glad to be back in Cali, I couldn’t deal with Chris’ mouth. I can’t stand to hear him take it out on me because I wasn’t there, yes my daughter is hurt but I am back now, I came back as fast as I could “please let us know how she is ok?” Jah hugged me so tight “thank you boo, I am the bad guy now so I will see everyone, and they will look at me badly” Jah sighed out “I feel for you, you want me to come?” shaking my head moving back from the hug “I will be fine, I think but Tina. Hold it down for me please, I will divert my calls to you for now ok? I can’t deal with anything else but if I need someone to drink with, I will be there. I may need it” I laughed walking off, I am scared to face Chris and my mother, I just know what they are going to say, I know their reaction. I just know them so much, I am going to have to take it on the chin and just say yes I was away, but it was not my fault that it happened, I have come back for her. This has always been my worst fear “thank you” I said to my driver, he held the car door open for me “no problem” the door closed and I let the biggest sigh out from my lips, I am just going to take it. I want to see my pumpkin, that is all I care about at this moment.

My arrival at the hospital was a circus show, I mean with the fact I have my fans and people outside, how did they know this. I just don’t get it but I am here now, I am tired but I am here for my daughter. Rich reluctantly held open the elevator for a nurse to come in “children ward” she is going to the same place “yeah” I breathed out, resting against the elevator “I will stay with you throughout it; I think it’s best” Rich said “the children’s ward is safe, meaning you need to be buzzed in to come in. That show out there, they won’t be able to get any further in” the nurse said “oh right” I feel like shit at this moment in time, I hate me. I hate I was even famous, why did I have to be famous. The doors opened and Rich gestured for me to go off first “I can buzz you in, Imani yeah? I know where she is” this nurse is kind, she is taking me there “thank you, sorry if I am a little off” I apologised she just smiled “anyone would be the same, it’s their baby. I rate you for being a mother and running businesses” I chuckled, she rates me and I hate me. I followed behind the nurse “just in this room, she has her own room” I smiled lightly “thank you” opening the door to the room, I just pray my mother isn’t here in this room. It seems quiet besides the sound of paw patrol, I say my mother but there is a dog that is off his leash, that is my husband. He is walking to me as I walked into the room “Imani, I will be back. Rich come in, you. I want to talk” is he real “I want to see my daughter so move out of my way” I said “I want to speak to you, I said I want to speak to you, so you move that way” I am not going to argue with him, let him have this moment.

There is really nowhere else we can go here so Chris and I are in this corner of the hallway “I don’t want to argue with you, I came here for my daughter, I want to see my daughter so hurry up with what you got to say Chris” I don’t really want to hear it but do I got a choice with him “when I called you why didn’t you pick up” I groaned out “we can discuss this after Chris, seriously!? I want to see my daughter” he can go and fuck himself, walking around him but he grabbed my arm and moved me back “I am still speaking to you, why didn’t you answer my call, not even the second or third time? You know how bad that is, anything could be happening to us and you are ignoring my calls because of a meeting? You didn’t even need to be here, for what? You can finish your meeting, you wanted that, you wanted to stay behind for that, huh?” crossing my arms across my chest “why are you angry at me? For coming as quickly as I could for my daughter, I don’t deserve this from you” he’s being too much for me “you called to say you’re there longer, my daughter is in hospital and yet she asks for you that rather be there then here, crying for mommy. I don’t get it, I really don’t. My daughter could be dying, and you were ignoring my calls, your mom is right. You’re spoilt, I let you do this, I let you go” he got in my face “then who would pay for this fucking shit! If you think my mother is so fucking right then stay with her! Now get out of my face” pushing at his chest as I walked off, he can go and fuck himself.

Walking into the room “thanks” I said to Rich “you be good now, I am going to be out there” turning the corner “mommy!” Imani’ eyes lit up “I hurt” I felt so emotional seeing her on the bed “oh my god, my pumpkin. Look at you” she is smiling and is in hospital, only my angel would be smiling. Leaning down pressing a kiss to her forehead “you sit here mommy” she is telling me what to do “I came as quickly as I could, what happened baby” she held her free hand up at me “I am here” holding her hand in mine “were you playing, are you in pain?” such a tiny little human in this bed “playing outside and I got kicked mommy look” she turned, letting her hand go “don’t move too much, you got kicked and then fell” moving the gown “oh no you got a bruise, wasn’t teacher there? Why did you get kicked Imani?” what on earth these kids doing “playing mommy, then I hurt. I want a hug mom, I am ok. Please” how on earth do I do that, I don’t want to hurt her “you will get a hug, once the doctor can say you’re ok. While then I will sit here” pulling the chair closer, looking to the side of me seeing Chris, he just walked in “what did the doctor exactly say about her arm?” he can be civil in front of the kids now “shoulder fracture, they are considering surgery” my heart dropped, I don’t want my doctor having surgery now. Looking at Imani, she is staring at me “it will be ok pumpkin, then we can go home” she is watching my reaction, she is judging on how I react to things “I want to go home” I bet she does “and you will be able to go home, see your sisters. We all want you home” I just want my own child home too.

It’s just a weird feeling, my kids just listening to my music and stuff. It makes me laugh “I think she is going to be a singer, are you going to be a singer like your mom” Imani nodded her head at the doctor, I would have turned Only Girl off after the first play but she wants it on and is making her happy, I have no choice but it’s painful “and I am sure you will be, so looking at Imani’ scans and looking at her arm now there is no way for us to just let the bones heal we will need to perform surgery, it’s just to pin the fracture to help with the healing. This is something that will affect her for the future, she won’t even remember it, but I don’t want to leave it to nature. But surgery it is” I didn’t want that, but do I have a choice “we will do the surgery tomorrow morning, we will suggest keeping her here, see you in the morning” hearing those footsteps “and I will leave the family alone” the doctor smiled “mom!” Rylee said shocked to see me “hey girls, we came to see Imai but you’re here” Rylee ran to me “I know, I am here for your little sister” hugging Rylee “you said you wasn’t coming back but you did!” Rylee said but she isn’t wrong, I wouldn’t have been if it wasn’t for this “I know, I love you girls so much. Be careful with Imani” Rylee moved from me “you can’t just keep listening to mom’s music you know” Rylee doesn’t wait to start “what happened to Imani mom” Tianna asked as I hugged her.

It’s rather awkward I would say, I have my mother and Chris just wanting to say things to me and they can’t because of the girls “do you get bored of hearing your music?” Tianna asked, “would it be bad to say yes?” she laughed “Jah is on” Rylee spat holding my phone up with Jah on facetime “sweetie, you facetimed me” Jah said all confused “girl you lying on my name now” Rylee came over with my phone “boy, why you facetiming us?” what is he doing “I have you say it was little miss mamas laughing, she did me and snitched” looking at Rylee “he looks funny” I didn’t want to laugh but I did “hold up, now I am not getting bullied by a bunch of jobless girls, no. I am not having this” Jah has got beef with my daughters now “leave him now, anyways Jah. Speak soon” disconnecting him “don’t be starting on him” I have to laugh, she facetimed him because he looked funny “I haven’t said anything to you since I come Robbie but it’s nice you could make it” my mother said “these are my kids’ mom, what you think I am going to do? Ignore it, these are my kids” Chris doesn’t need a cheerleader which is my mother “be too busy to come” this angers me so much, like everyone is just sat here in this luxury because of me and they act like it didn’t happen because I have worked for it “you know what mom, thank you” I have nothing else to say “but when my daughters grow up, I know they will see what I have done for them. Trust me, so you all can bitch and moan that I have done bad, but I know I haven’t. You know what better yet, I will take all three of these with me since leaving them behind has been the issue. I will take them all with me, you and Chris are most welcome to sit and bitch” I am trying to be civil “Chris needs a break actually, come to Barbados. She needs us, be appreciative Robyn, we have been your backbone, I don’t think you get that you aren’t here for these girls as much as you think. Chasing money is making you lose moments with them” I breathed out “I know it! I see it mom, I know this already but who else is going to do it!? I have already lost before by trusting people, I lost all my money by trusting! Not again, I know all of this, what don’t you get” I need to calm down “please, I don’t need it. I just want my daughter ok” it’s so stupid, all of this between them two. Chris will be up my ass soon, he will feel bad but I don’t want to hear it from him.

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Long Lost Love (Part 5)

Prompt: Clint just lost everything. He turns to you – an old friend and an old flame – for comfort. Can you keep your old feelings at bay? Can he?

Word Count: 4043

Warnings: The Snap, grief, loss, mentions of abuse throughout series, angst will be the best friend in this fic

Note: This was written after IW, but before Endgame - so I have my own take on how certain things happened. Couldn’t have done this without @arrow-guy @carryonmyswansong @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (my amazing betttaa!) @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Aesthetic by @dontshootmespence

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For one year, you two did this. You got up at dawn together, ate a quick breakfast, tended to the animals, did the repairs around the farm, went out for supplies, ate dinner, then went to bed separately.

You kept your word on going into the city every Monday and Wednesday. You didn’t have half as many patients or clients as before, but the money still helped both you and your staff. You kept your apartment in the city too. You needed something familiar after all the craziness.

Life was… getting better though. Clint smiled more now, he laughed here and there. He was eating better. You really started to believe he was coming out of his grief, ever so slightly. As it turned out, his family wasn’t the only one he lost in what the Avengers called “The Snap”. Apparently, quite a few people he cared about were gone too. Wanda Maximoff and Sam Wilson being some of them.

He didn’t much keep in contact with the team. You tried to encourage him to, but he said every time he called them it just reminded him of what he lost. You didn’t quite understand, but you respected him enough not to push it.

One day, a pipe in the barn had rusted out, so Clint got the things to fix it but he ran out of plumbers tape and needed a monkey wrench. Two things he thought he had brought in his toolbox, but apparently not. He asked you to go grab them from the garage. You nodded and jogged for a bit back to the garage. It was a really hot, dry day and you felt like you needed two showers. The weeds were tall and dry and you couldn’t wait for the next rain to get some of this dust down.

You got into the garage looking for the plumbers tape. Clint had never organized this freaking mess. You started pulling out bins from a shelf when you looked inside one, you found an old wedding album. It was covered in dust, but it was lace covered. You frowned and opened it. The tools were long forgotten.

Inside of the book were pictures of Clint and Laura… It was like a punch to the gut.

Both of them stood with giant grins on their faces. They had the typical run of the mill wedding. She was in a satin gown, her hair up, a simple pendant on her necklace. She held his hand, smiling proudly. Her veil was perfect. He stood there in a tux, his smile rivaling that of the sun.

You flipped through, and you didn’t know if you were going to smile from how happy and silly they looked on their special day. How happy you were for both of them. Or if you were going to scream and cry and break down because it should’ve been your day. He’s all you’d ever wanted…

Why weren’t you good enough? What went wrong?

After several minutes, Clint came running into the garage. “Y/N? Where the hell-- Oh, there you are. Did you find the stuff? We gotta get this pipe fixed.”

He didn’t see what you had in your hands because you were turned away from the door he just came through.

“You never told me why you never asked me back out…”

He instantly stiffened. “Y/N,” he started, his tone full of warning. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it.

You turned around, snapping the wedding book shut as you looked at him. “No I wanna know. When we left the circus, I was under the impression that one day you’d come back for me....”

He took a few steps closer to you. “I tried, I wanted to, but with SHIELD--”

You were beyond angry. You were trying to hold this in because you knew he was grieving and you didn’t want to come into his life like a hurricane and make his pain worse. But you had feelings too that had never even been addressed or considered, so you wanted to know.

“Don’t blame SHIELD, you married Laura so something was okay with having a life, a wife, a family.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt and I didn't think you wanted me back.”

“What gave you that idea?” you questioned, entirely flabbergasted.

“When I visited you in Manhattan you said you didn’t want a guy in your way.”

You frowned, trying to remember the interaction. When you finally did, you looked up at him. “That? You thought I meant you? I was talking about other guys, Clint!”

“I thought you meant it as a subtle way to tell me to take a hike.”

Your eyes wildly searched his. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You couldn’t be with the only man you ever loved because he misunderstood a half-assed joke years ago?

“No!” you cried out. “I waited for years for you to come back,” you stated, tears flowing despite your efforts to keep them inside.

He looked down, feeling guilty and ashamed that he didn’t make it more clear back then that he did want you back. “Well, I’m sorry. I thought you were moving on.”

“No,” you informed, your voice full of anger and sorrow. You shook your head. “I was waiting.”

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting. You said your life was too busy at the moment, I just assumed you meant for me, for everyone,” he said, not realizing how badly he’d been mistaken. He thought back to that day the clinic, realizing how your words would’ve sounded, but you thought he knew you well enough you meant other men. Anguish started to wrap around him slowly, creeping up into his throat. “I had no idea.”

“Well now yow you do.” You shoved the album into his chest and went back outside.

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For the next few days, you cried yourself to sleep. Thinking Clint didn’t want you was one thing. Thinking he just wanted to move on was one thing.

But finding out he actually thought you were telling him to move on was just unbelievable to you. You’d spent all this time, all these years, waiting for him and he had no idea. You thought you were clear. You thought it was understood on both sides that you’d get your lives together and he’d come back for you.

You couldn’t go after him, you didn’t even know what part of the world he was in most of the time. You wanted to write letters, to make it clear. After he joined SHIELD and visited you in college, you thought he’d come back, again. He came back then, right? You just assumed he was still getting his life together.

Then one day… he had visited you… and told you about Laura.

The bell chimed to your clinic, the same one that always introduced new clients and their precious patients. But this bell chimed to signal that the only person you’d ever loved just walked through the doors.

You happened to be out front at the desk, talking to your front desk staff, going through a chart when he walked in. You looked up and saw the disheveled blonde looking like a sight for sore eyes.

“Clint, hey,” you beamed, grinning from ear to ear. You wondered if this was it, if this was when he was finally going to ask you to be with him again. You felt it had been long enough. It’d been over a decade. He was well into SHIELD by now, and you were well on your way to Manhattan’s finest veterinarian. Maybe he was finally coming to tell you he was ready, ready to be together, to start a family -- you certainly were.

“Hey, Y/N, long time no see,” he greeted kindly.

“Yeah, I’ll say. It’s been forever. How’ve you been?”

“Good,” he answered, shrugging as he put his hand in his pants. “Hey, you wanna grab coffee? Do you have time?”

You glanced down at your schedule and then your watch. “Yeah, I’ve got a little over an hour before my next appointment. Girls, can you make sure to take care of any walk-ins?” you requested. They said they would and you two were off. The closest cafe was only three doors down. After a quick trip out of your clinic front, you found the cafe, ordered, got your drinks, and sat down.

“How have you been?” he asked and you suddenly realized what had been off about him since he walked in -- he seemed nervous.

“I’m fine?” you responded, sounding as if it was a question. You let out a laugh to indicate how befuddled you were. In a way, it was. You were confused as to why he was giving you small talk. You two grew up together, you were closer with him than anyone on this planet. Why was he being so weird?

“That’s good. Really good. I’m glad to hear it. Your business?”

“The clinic is doing just fine. I’m treating all kinds of animals. I’m really good. Are you? You seem a bit… off.” You wanted to reach towards him, possibly comfort him or just be closer to him. It seemed like you hadn’t hugged him in centuries.

He looked down for a moment. He hadn’t touched his coffee, that was a red flag right there. If Clint Barton could IV the coffee, he would. Something must’ve been really troubling him.

He took a deep breath and then looked up at you again. “I’ve met someone,” he informed evenly.

Ice felt as if it replaced your heart. You stared at him in utter shock, horror, dismay, confusion, bewilderment. You struggled to keep your composure at all. How… How could you have been this blind?

“Oh?” was all your lump-ridden throat would let out.

“Yeah, uh, her name is Laura. She’s great. She really kind of kicks my ass when I need it.” He softly chuckled. “We got married…”

Did he want you to be happy for him? How the hell could you not see this? Were you waiting for a man for over a decade that didn’t want you? Or did he not realize you were waiting?

No, he clearly didn’t want you. If he loved you, if he truly loved and wanted you, he would’ve made his feelings clear for you between leaving the circus and now. All this time… wasted. Hoping without hope, waiting without word, wanting without cause just to find out he moved on, and didn’t even tell you until after it was too late to make your case?

These were clearly the actions of a man who was no longer in love with you, and possibly never was.

“Does she make you happy?” you asked, somehow hoping that would numb the crushing pain inside you.

“She does,” he said with a head nod.

“Then that’s all that matters. Congratulations.” You leaned over and hugged him, fighting back tears harder than you’d ever fought anything.

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You were in the city, it was Wednesday afternoon. You wrapped up your last walk in, wished the girls a good evening, got to your car in the parking garage, and headed back to the farm. Why, you weren’t sure. At this point, it was pathetic. Clint loved someone else. You weren’t sure how many times he needed to make that absolutely clear.

And yet, you continually ran to him, over and over and over. He showed up and you did anything for him. You never stopped loving him, not even when he told you he was going to give the life you deserved away to another woman.

You didn’t hate Laura, it wasn’t her fault. You were happy that Clint had a good, full life with her and the kids… You just didn’t know why it wasn’t your life with him.

For years you had sacrificed your own happiness, believing that one day he would find his way back to you, but he never did. He even made it perfectly clear to you, through matrimony, that he didn't want you anymore. You still couldn't move on.

How do you move on from the one man who had saved your life? From the one man who saw you when you were scrounging for scraps at dinner? The one man who would take a beating just to find a pretty flower or trinket left in the stands to give it to you. The one man who made you laugh until your sides begged you to stop laughing. The one man who was both as deadly accurate with a bow and arrow as he was with his acrobatic skills. The one man who could brighten your day in the smallest of ways. He could see you when you were down and he knew how to make everything okay. Even being an orphan in a circus with bosses who threatened you and beat you, as long as Clint was there, you truly didn’t care.

When he left your life, the light slowly went out of you. He snuffed out that last small flame in you when he tied the knot with Laura.

Now, his family was gone. You were back in his life, but you didn’t want to be a last resort, and yet that’s all you felt like you were to him. Someone to run to only when he’d run out of options.

For some reason, that was something you never had an answer for.

You returned to the farmhouse, walking in, throwing your keys on the entry table, trodding in with your medical bag. You were absolutely beat. Between working the long hours, the emotional pain, and the long drive, you just wanted to head to bed.

Something caught your eye though. Just as it did, Clint appeared out of the kitchen.

“Hey, you’re back,” he greeted happily.

“Yeah,” you said with a bit of confusion in your tone. You peered around him. “What’s going on?” you asked. You could see the kitchen was dimmed, candle light illuminating it with a small strand of fairy lights on the counter.

He reached out and took your hand. “Come on, I’ll show you.” He pulled you forward, his face warmer than it had been since you’d arrived.

As he tugged you into the room, you could clearly see it. There was a lace tablecloth on the table with two candles, and two romantic place settings. Fairy lights lit the kitchen and counter space. There was a small vase filled with wildflowers you’d seen on the farm.

“What… what is all this?” you asked with some mild excitement.

“I’m taking you on that date you always wanted,” he said with a bit of a shrug and a smile.

You shook your head. “I can’t believe you did all this.”

“Well, you deserve it. You deserve a lot for having to put up with me, the farm…”

“The farm isn’t so bad,” you said as you lowered yourself into a seat and he began to grab food and plate it for you. “Animals are a breeze to work with. You, not so much.” You smiled up at him with a teasing gleam in your eye.

“I know. You’ve made the hardest part of my life a lot… easier to deal with. If you hadn't answered your phone that day… I honestly don’t know where I’d be. Off a deep-end somewhere.” He sat down across from you and began to eat and sip his wine.

“I’m sure Nat and the rest of the team help keep you sane, when you call,” you added, trying not to sound like you were the sole reason he was mentally okay.

“Somewhat, but having you here, having your help, your presence, knowing I can talk to you any time… It really helps.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Having an escape from… out there is nice too. Of course, I’m always happy to be around you, too,” you confessed a bit uneasily.

You weren’t sure what this was, where it was going. Was this two friends having a dinner date? Or was it truly the date you always wanted that he never came back to give you? You weren’t sure how to steer the conversation and hoped that he’d be a guiding light.

“It reminds me of this time Nat and I had to bunker down in a cave for two weeks. God, I made so many bat jokes I think she was ready to kill me. To be fair, coming out in the sunlight was hard as hell on the eyes,” he said, shaking his head and continuing to eat.

“I bet. Jeez, I couldn’t do that. Any part of your job seems impossible to me. When you all were fighting Loki, oh my gosh. No, it seemed absolutely crazy.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he said. “I saw you train tigers and lions and elephants like it was nothing. You were never afraid of them.”

“Because I never intended to hurt them,” you replied easily. “They trusted me, I trusted them. It was simple. But the people, the things, the aliens you face… it’s… a lot. I would be trying to hurt them, and people change when it’s a fight for their life. I wouldn’t have the guts.”

“I bet you would. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met and I’ve trained with the best.”

“You’re just saying that,” you quietly said, waving him off.

“I’m not. Really. You know me. I’ll tell you if you can’t handle shit. I used to tell recruits all the time that they weren’t cut out for this job. I’d sit them down, explain everything they might ever face, and tell them I didn’t think they had it in them. Nine times out of ten they listened to me.”

“Did you tell them getting put under mind control was a possibility?” you teased before sipping your wine.

He laughed. “Not until it happened, then I started telling them to be prepared for literally anything. God. We went from taking weapons from the bad guys to trying to knock out aliens, killer android bots, to fighting for the universe. My job was supposed to be relatively simple. Somewhere those lines got blurred.” He shook his head, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

“I bet. My job never got more exciting than an unusual diagnosis,” you stated.

“I think you liked it that way though,” he suddenly said, staring at you. He had this look of...adoration in his eyes and face that you hadn’t seen since… well since you left the circus.

“You do?” you questioned, thrown a bit by his response.

“Yeah, I mean our lives in the circus were nothing but… well hectic. A new city every few days, training with exotic and wild animals. We never knew where our next meal was coming from and we also had to fight to survive. Our childhood was far from a picnic. I think you chose a job that’s relatively stable and helps animals and people.”

You lowered your head, wondering if maybe that’s why he gave you up. “You must think I’m pretty boring then, hmm? You went and chased adventure, fun, chaos…”

“I went after what I knew. The circus equipped me with skills to be an archer and the only way I knew that I could make something of myself was to go military. I figured my footwork, my acrobatics, and archery would help, and they did. I didn’t care for the action part of it.”

“So if you could’ve had a normal, steady, peaceful life with your talents, you would have?”

“Oh yeah, in a heartbeat. It’d mean I could’ve stayed closer to you.”

He reached across the table and held your hand. You were overjoyed of course, but again that gnawing feeling of being second best began to creep up from your stomach. You quieted it, trying to tell yourself this was all you had wanted, and you should take what you could get.

You smiled at him and held his hand. “I’m glad you found SHIELD, and Nat. I’m glad you found the team.”

“Me too. Oh, man, I have to tell you about this time we were in Budapest,” he suddenly said, his face lighting up.

You nodded, motioning for him to continue and he did. He launched into a full story that had you rolling. It was both scary, thrilling, and funny. He had you on the edge of your seat, listening. Before long, you two were swapping crazy stories. Yours mainly involved animals swallowing weird things or really bizarre animal custody cases or someone once flying you all the way to London to look at their pet bird because they only trusted you. He told you about missions that were funny or odd or where they barely made it out.

When you first arrived here tonight, you were weary, and you weren’t sure you were going to stay, but now, regardless of what tonight was, it was a reason to stay. Your exhaustion was long forgotten as Clint walked you upstairs. He was finally sleeping in his master bedroom again. It was a slow process and sometimes you still ran in there when he woke up screaming or crying in the middle of the night, but at least he wasn’t on that shitty couch of his.

“Well, this is me,” you feebly joked as you stood at your door, throwing a thumb over your shoulder.

Clint just nodded, smiling at you. “Thanks for having dinner with me and giving me a second chance.”

“Thanks for offering me one to give,” you responded quietly.

The two of you looked at each other. That look in his eye had returned, after all this time. He was looking at you just like he used to every night at the circus. That same look that told you he couldn’t live without you and he couldn’t lose you. It was there again and you had it all to yourself.

And for the first time in forever, you wanted to feel him again. You had always loved him, always were in love with him, that much was true, but the longing and desire had been snuffed out quite some time ago.

Now, it was ignited again. His unruly blonde locks were poking out everywhere, reminding you of a younger time, a time when it was you two against the world. His eyes were alive with so much longing, it sent you to the times when you lied next to each other under the stars. He was so close to you, you could feel his body heat.

Your body ached to close the gap in that dark hallway, only illuminated by a full moon and one small lamp upstairs in your room. It was as if kissing in the darkness meant no one knew. It was as if it wouldn’t be like he was betraying Laura in her own home. It was as if it could give him permission or a guise to love you.

And so he took it.

He swept towards you quickly, capturing your lips with his and you nearly gasped from the shock. He tasted… new and yet familiar. The familiar warmth and nuttiness of coffee wafted off of him, as did the smell of farm work, not that different from the circus. But there was also this mintiness to him, this sweetness too, those were new.

You embraced it though. Your hands went to his shoulders, holding them firmly so you could steady yourself. His hands were on either side of your face, where they always found themselves when you kissed.

His lips were firm, tender, moving with purpose. When he let you go, his eyes were closed and you simply stared at him. He rubbed his lips together before saying, “Goodnight.”

He let go of your face before grabbing your hand to give it a squeeze, and he went to his room.

“Sweet dreams,” he quietly called before shutting his door.

For the first time in over ten years, you thought you could actually have sweet dreams, and you retreated into your room, looking forward to the morning.

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Happy Birthday Batmom

OMG rereading my old works makes me wanna cringe. But this piece is kinda special because it’s one of the first Batmom fics I ever wrote. So, enjoy it! -Thorne <3

Her eyes opened, and she glanced blearily towards the window, still dark out, then at the clock on her nightstand. Four-thirty, it read, and she grunted, pulling the covers back up to her face and rolling over. She pressed up against his side as he was on his stomach, and subconsciously, his arm rose from where it was tucked under his pillow, and she crawled underneath it; her head resting up on his pillow. He shifted, his arm coming down to wrap around her middle, his head rising, burying his face in her neck. A leg intertwined between hers, and the right side of his body rested on her right, and the comfortable, familiar weight lulled her back to sleep.

When she awoke again, the clock read nine-thirty-five, and she breathed deeply, moving her head to see his face; but he wasn’t beside her. She looked up on his pillow and saw a little note.

Went to go make breakfast. Be back in a few minutes. I love you (Y/N).

(Y/N) smiled as she plucked the note from the pillow, bringing to her nose, smelling it; it smelled like his cologne had been sprayed on it, something he did when he left notes for her to find. She inhaled again and rolled over, tucking the note in the bottom drawer of her nightstand before rolling out of the bed and walking over to his dresser and pulling out a t-shirt, slipping it on, then pulling out a pair of his joggers. (Y/N) pulled them on and moved to the bathroom, washing her face and pulling up her hair, so it was out of her face, then moved back to the bed. She laid down on her side and pulled the covers up to her chest, grabbing her phone and scrolling through her feed; multiple texts from her friends, and tweets from her followers reminded her of what today was. And here I am…another year older… (Y/N) grunted and sighed, and the door opened; her eyes flitted up and she watched her husband and children tiptoe, until they saw her, awake, then they walked normally. Bruce was in front, carrying a tray of mixed-breakfast foods, Dick and Jason held jugs-of what she could only assume was milk and orange juice-, Tim held a tray of coffee and creamers, and Damian held a bouquet. She smiled at them as she set her phone down. “My my…I should request this every day!” They laughed and Jason looked at her.

“Sorry Ma…only on birthdays and Mother’s Day.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and let out a ‘pfft’, causing them to laugh again. Bruce set down the tray beside her and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, then pulling back and smiling at her.

“Happy Birthday (Y/N).” She flashed him a heart-fluttering smile.

“Thank you, Bruce.” He smiled and the other boys cleared their throats, causing her to glance at them; Dick and Jason set down the jugs and she eyed them. “What’s in those?” Dick spoke first.

“Uh…that one is…” He turned to Jason. “What were they again?” Jason sighed and pointed to the first jug, then the second.

“That’s the Mimosa jug, and that’s the ‘Just Peachy’ Peach Bellini.” (Y/N)’s eyebrows rose, and she looked at them.

“Are you trying to get me hammered this morning?” Jason snorted and shook his head.

“Nah…alcohol content is pretty low. You’ll just get a nice buzz.” She nodded, impressed.

“I do like Mimosas and peaches.” Dick and Jason grinned, and Tim stepped up placing the tray on Bruce’s nightstand.

“I got your jet fuel coffee mom.” She glanced at him and motioned for her cup.

“Oh, pour me a cup baby. I could use some coffee right now.” He smiled and did so, passing her, her coffee cup; Jason pointed to it.

“I’ve never actually read the words on it. What does it say?” (Y/N) snorted and held it up, reading it aloud.

“And then I realized…this is my circus, and these are my monkeys.” Their mouths dropped open, expect for Dick, who laughed. Damian stepped up and handed her the bouquet he’d been holding.

“These are for you Umi.” She sat her coffee cup down and took them, lightly touching a petal, and looked at him.

“Pink carnations?” He nodded.

“A symbol of a mother’s undying love.” Her eyes went wide, and she looked at the boys who just smiled widely at her; she felt tears start to form, and huffed a laugh, bringing her hand up to wipe them.

“Oh god…don’t make me cry this early boys…I won’t be able to stop if I do.” They simply smiled and she looked at Damian. “Thank you, baby.” He smiled and took them from her, setting them in a vase on her vanity. She looked at the tray full of food. “This is more than enough for me and Bruce to eat.” (Y/N) glanced at the boys and tipped her head. “How about you boys join me for breakfast?” They nodded. “Just don’t flop on-” She spoke too late, and the next thing she knew, all four of her boys were jumping onto the bed; it ended badly, with limbs tangled in the dogpile in the middle of her bed.

“OW JASON! THAT’S MY LEG!”

“WELL YOU PUT YOUR ELBOW IN MY SIDE!”

“DRAKE YOU LANDED ON MY BACK! GET OFF THIS INSTANT BEFORE I DISLOCATE YOUR THUMB FROM IT’S SOCKET!”

“YOU TOUCH MY HAND AND I’LL KICK YOUR ASS DEMON-SPAWN!”

The arguing between them continued until (Y/N) cleared her throat, and they went silent, staring at her apprehensively. She glowered at them.

“If I have to split up fights today, I will jerk knots in all your tails, you hear?” Most of them nodded, save Damian, who quipped.

“What does that mean?” Jason nudged him.

“Means she’ll wear our asses out?” That only served to confuse him more.

“…What?” Dick sighed.

“She’ll bust our butts.” He put emphasis on ‘butts’, glaring at Jason who just rolled his eyes. Damian nodded and she looked at Bruce.

“You gonna join in the merry-menagerie?” He snorted and nodded, picking up the tray and moving over to his side, sitting up against the headboard with her. The boys reached over to grab something when she smacked their hands lightly. “Don’t pick it with your fingers.” (Y/N) looked up at the door and saw Alfred walking in with extra plates and silverware; she smiled. “I was just about to ask one of them to go find you Alfred.” He smiled and passed the boys a plate, speaking eloquently.

“Yes well, when the young masters did not return, I assumed they had joined you and the sir for breakfast.” He paused and moved beside her, leaning over and giving her a hug. “Happy Birthday Mrs. (Y/N).” (Y/N) smiled brightly and nodded.

“Thank you, Alfred.” He nodded, and they watched him leave the room, then they turned back to the tray, and she sighed. “Oh…go nuts.” They grinned and dug into the tray, picking up croissants and jellies, waffles and bacon, anything they could. (Y/N) just smiled, and a cold glass appeared in her vision. She turned to see Bruce pouring one of the jugs; she leaned over, her cheek pressing into his bicep. He paused and grinned down at her; she matched his. “Which one is that?” He poured the cup full and held it up to her lips, and she took a sip, frozen peach slushy filling her mouth. (Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she nodded, taking the glass from him. “That’s good.”

“Thanks. I made it.” She glanced at Jason who currently had half a croissant shoved in his mouth. (Y/N) sighed.

“Jason Peter…what have a told you about shoving things in your mouth like that?” He snorted and chewed, his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.

“Not…to” She nodded.

“It’s almost as if it goes in one ear, and out the other.” He flushed and Dick snorted, and she turned to him. “Richard John. Don’t you dare laugh.” His lips went into a thin line and he nodded, and Jason looked at him and mouthed ‘ha-ha’. “Jason Peter.” He lowered his head and mumbled,

“…Sorry Ma.” She rolled her eyes and sipped her drink, picking up a piece of bacon and biting it. Damian lathered his waffle with butter, then syrup, and looked at her.

“Umi…what are you going to do today?” (Y/N) glanced at him and shrugged her shoulders.

“Dunno…haven’t thought that far yet.” Tim snorted.

“It’s your birthday mom. You haven’t thought about what you want to do?” (Y/N) looked at him.

“The older I get, the more I want to stay home.” Bruce looked at her and sipped his coffee.

“Why’s that?” She eyed him and bit into a biscuit.

“Cause if I go out…I have to wear makeup and a bra…and I don’t feel like doing that.” The boys chuckled, and Tim spoke again.

“So…you don’t want to go out today?” (Y/N) nodded her head.

“Yep.”

“Then what do you want to do for your birthday mom?” She looked at Dick and licked her thumb, reaching out and swiping some marmalade from the corner of his mouth, and wiped it on a napkin.

“I want you boys to clean my house and spend time with me.” Immediately, the boys started groaning about, ‘not wanting to clean a giant freakin’ manor’, and she stuck her tongue to her teeth and let out an ear-splitting whistle. They winced and she spoke firmly. “I want you boys to help Alfred clean the house and spend time with me. Understood?” They reluctantly nodded, and she continued. “Besides, the faster you get the cleaning done, the more time we’ll have today.” They looked at each other before hopping off the bed and kicking it towards the door; she called out after them. “Don’t half-ass it either!” They raised their hands in acknowledgement and the door slammed behind them. (Y/N) sighed and reclined against the headboard, closing her eyes. She felt the bed shift beside her, and she watched Bruce get up and walk towards the door. “I didn’t mean you too Bruce.” She watched him stop at the door and his hand rested along the lock and twisted it; he turned to her and smirked.

“Oh, I know you didn’t Mrs. Wayne.” (Y/N) matched his smirk and set the tray on the nightstand, moving to the center of the headboard. She watched him saunter towards her, a hand reaching up behind his back, and he pulled off his shirt. She hummed.

“You should’ve done a cross-body pull-off, so I could’ve seen your abs and chest flex.” He huffed a laugh and crawled onto the bed, stopping just before her feet; she grinned. “What’re you waiting for?” His hands gripped her ankles and tugged, pulling her body off the headboard and down the bed. (Y/N) burst into surprised peals of laughter, and laid back, feeling him climb and rest on top of her. She stared up at him. “It’s my birthday…why are you on top?” He stopped, chuckling, and she continued. “You’re always topping.” She placed her hands on his shoulders, and wrapped her legs around his hips, interlocking her ankles, and shoved, signaling him to shift with her. He obliged, and rolled, his hands coming to rest on her hips. He grinned and raised an eyebrow.

“How’s the weather up there?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and gripped her shirt, tugging it off.

“Hardy-har-har…very funny Mr. Wayne.” He squeezed her hips.

“I try.” She grinned down at him.

“I’ve noticed.” He smirked and raised up, a hand going behind her and undoing her bra; she slipped it off and dropped it to the floor, pulling back to look at him. He followed, and she placed a hand on his chest and shoved him down, smirking wickedly at him. “Mr. Wayne, you seem to be under the impression that you’re in charge now.” He raised an eyebrow and she continued. “It’s my turn dear.”

A Couple Hours Later:

(Y/N) stepped down the stairs behind Bruce, one hand holding a cup, the other toweling her damp hair. They stepped into the kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink, then moved to the living room, collapsing onto the couch. She curled up on his chest, her head tucking under his chin. His hand rose and rubbed circles in her back, and he flipped on the TV, switching it over to the news. Vicki Vale greeted them.

“And today is actually a very special day for Gotham City, as it’s Mrs. (Y/N) Wayne’s birthday! Today, she’s thirty-two years old. We asked you all to send in your favorite pictures and videos of her and we compiled a compilation! Enjoy!”

(Y/N) groaned and took the remote from Bruce, switching the channel; he snorted. “Don’t want to see the public’s favorite?” (Y/N) shifted and glared at him.

“No. I don’t.” He chuckled again and kissed her forehead. He opened his mouth to speak when the boys came barreling into the living room.

“Here you guys are! We didn’t know where you’d went!” She turned and glanced at Dick.

“I mean, we’d have been somewhere in the manor?” He snorted, and they moved to the couch, flopping down where there was room. (Y/N) flipped over and rested her back against Bruce’s chest, and Damian crawled into her lap. Dick took Bruce’s left, Jason took his right, and Tim settled at (Y/N)’s feet.

“What are we watching?” (Y/N) flipped through the channels, and the boys called out random titles.

“The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen!”

“Don’t listen to Dick. Let’s watch The Count of Monte Cristo!”

“No one wants to watch that Jason! Let’s watch Lord of The Rings!”

“And no one wants to watch that either Drake. Umi, let’s watch Dorian Gray.” They kept arguing, and (Y/N) shouted over them.

“We’ll watch them all! Just hush!” They went silent and she nodded to Dick. “Go get the movies and we’ll start with yours.” Dick pumped his fists and went to the movie cabinet, and Alfred walked in.

“Mrs. (Y/N), what would you like for dinner?” She turned her head to him.

“Pizza.” Alfred sighed.

“I shall allow it only because it’s your birthday.” (Y/N) grinned and the TV screen went dark, indicating the movie was starting.

“Dickie, turn out the lights.” He nodded and flipped the switches before taking his seat.

After a few hours of movies, pizza, and desert ‘We’re putting thirty-two candles in the birthday cake Dickhead stop complaining about it.’, they sat on the couch full and content, and Bruce turned to her. “Did you have a good birthday Mrs. Wayne?” She nodded and pulled the ice-cream spoon from her mouth.

“The best.” Her boys started shaking their heads, and she looked at them. “What?”

“We haven’t given you your gift yet.” She sighed and spoke softly.

“Boys, I don-” Dick waved her off and motioned to Tim.

“Do you have the disc?” He nodded and got up, popping it into the DVD player, and (Y/N) watched curiously as an image cleared, revealing her boys. Dick spoke on the screen.

“Hey mom! Happy Birthday! Right now, you’re probably sitting on the couch with us, so we decided to make you something special.” Jason spoke after him.

“We know you prefer gifts from the heart, rather than store bought, so we did just that.” He looked at Tim.

“We each took the time and created a ten-minute portion in this video. You’ll see each of us on our own, then us all together at the end.” Damian nodded.

“Each of us compiled something special for you.” They smiled and Dick spoke.

“We hope you enjoy it mom.”

The screen faded, and Dick appeared on his own, and he held up a note card.

“I needed the notecard to remember the quote I wanted to tell about you mom.” He smiled and looked down. “But first I think I should tell you about my best memory of you.” He paused and sucked in a ragged breath and he looked at the camera. “I didn’t know what was going to happen to me after my birth parents died. I was…alone…and scared.” He stopped and breathed deeply. “The next thing I knew, I was in a giant manor, even more alone than I’d been left. But I wasn’t really alone.” He glanced at the camera. “You were there mom. You helped me heal…helped me realize that the world wasn’t all bad. You’ve always been there. Soon, I realized that…even though what happened to my birth parents was a tragedy…they left behind a blessing…” Dick brought a hand to his eyes and held his palms there for a few seconds before wiping them. “My mom will always be my mom in my heart. But you? You are my mom. And I love you for it.” He wiped his eyes again and looked down at the card. “I found a quote I wanted to read you.” He cleared his throat. “And she loved a little boy very, very much—even more than she loved herself.” Dick looked up at the camera and smiled brightly. “Thank you for loving me mom…And Happy Birthday.” The screen went black, and then bright again, and Jason was there; he waved.

“Hey Ma.” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck. “So, I’m not overly fond of performing in front of other people…as you know…but I figured that if we were making shi-stuff from the heart…I guess I can do this for you.” Jason paused and rose, picking up an acoustic guitar, and strumming a few strings. He looked at the camera, a faint red on his cheeks, and he glared slightly. “You’d better be lucky I love you Ma.” He began to strum the strings, and (Y/N) recognized it as the acoustic cover of ‘Simple Man’ by Shinedown. His voice came out, low and soft. “Mama told me when I was young. Come sit beside me, my only son. And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day…" He kept the song short, transitioning to the last set of verses. “Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself…Follow your heart and nothing else. And you can do this, oh baby, if you try. All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied…And be a simple kind of man. Oh, be something you love and understand. Baby be a simple kind of man. Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can…” The strumming went slower and softer, and he sang the last few verses. “Baby be a simple, really simple man. Oh, be something you love and understand. Baby, be a simple, kind of simple man.” He strummed the guitar one last time and looked at the camera. “The first time I heard that song, you were humming it to me as you took care of me one night that I had gotten sick.” Jason paused and looked down. “I’ve always tried to follow it Ma…‘cause I knew you wanted me to…And I know…I’ve made mistakes.” He stopped and wiped an eye, continuing. “But you’ve always granted me forgiveness…always said it was okay. And that’s why this quote is you.” He paused and glanced at the camera. “The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.” He grinned at the camera. “Thanks Ma…I love you…And Happy Birthday.” The screen went black once more, and Tim appeared next.

“I look a mess mom…I haven’t had my third coffee yet…so…sorry.” He laughed and continued. “I’m not Jason, so I don’t have a song for you. But I can be like Dick and give my best memory of you.” He cleared his throat. “The first time you ever called me your son was when we were at a charity gala, a few months after my dad died. And I remember thinking that I didn’t belong and that I wasn’t supposed to be there. But you stuck with me the entire night, making me feel like I did belong, even if I didn’t really think it. And I remember someone walking up and starting to interview you, and I started to walk away so I could give you privacy, and the interviewer asked something along the lines of, ‘So what’s it like to have a stranger in your home?’. And it hurt to hear that…but…” He paused and snorted. “You tore into that guy like it was no one’s business. And I mean, you ate him alive.” Tim looked at the camera. “And you marched over to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me back over and you just pointed at me and went, ‘This boy may not have come from my womb, but I love him as if he did. And if anyone calls my son a stranger again. I’ll lay their ass flat.’. Then you looked at him and went, ‘You put that in the paper you dime-a-dozen basic bitch.’.” Tim had to stop he was laughing so hard, and when he calmed down, he spoke. “It was without a doubt, the funniest thing I’d ever seen, and you stalked off with me in tow, then turned around and went, ‘Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne? You are my son. And anyone who says otherwise is a fucknut and shouldn’t be listened to. You hear me?’. And I just nodded” He paused and looked at the camera. “But that’s the day that made it all real. That it wasn’t a joke…that I wasn’t alone anymore. I had you, and Bruce, and Dick, and Alfred. But I had you. And my mother is the best woman alive.” He held up a card and read his quote. “A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.” He smiled. “I love you mom…Happy Birthday.” The screen faded, and Damian appeared, sitting next to an easel.

“Umi.” He paused and picked up a set of charcoal sticks. “I’m going to draw you a picture.” That was all he said, and he got to work, occasionally glancing at the camera; his eyes moved to the easel. “Grayson said I should talk about my best memory of you. If I had to choose…it would be when you stood up to Talia and fought against her…ultimately winning.” He blew on the canvas and continued. “She stood before you and demanded me. But you refused and picked up a sword saying, ‘You won’t take my son from me Talia.’. Of course, she went into the whole spiel of, ‘He is my son. I created him.’.” Damian stopped and looked at the camera. “Then you charged at her and she met you blow for blow. But you started winning. And with every strike you spoke righteously. ‘A mother protects her children. She doesn’t use them or hurts them. A mother loves her children. She would crawl across the earth on her very stomach if it meant they would survive. A mother would stand before the jury and allow them to condemn her to die, if she knew they would live.’. Then you stopped and dealt the last strike and stood above her victoriously. ‘A mother is the first and last line of defense for her family Talia. I protect my family, come hell or high-water, and I will stand before them time and again, taking each blow.’ You pointed your sword at her. ‘Until you understand that…you will never be a mother.’. Then you took me and left.” Damian looked at the canvas and blew on it, before flipping it around, revealing a rough sketch of (Y/N). “Talia gave me life…but you have taught me to live…and have been a mother to me since I came here.” He set the canvas down and smiled. “Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.” He stood. “Happy Birthday. I love you Umi.” The screen faded black, and (Y/N) thought it was over, until it lit up again and Bruce was there. He held out a few sheets of paper, then set them down.

“I was going to go off a script…but you’d rather have me wing it.” He chuckled, then his face went serious. “I’ve been alone for a long time (Y/N). After mom and dad…I closed everyone off. I kept them out…even Alfred at times. And I went about my life, hell-bent on a promise I made at eight years old.” Bruce paused. “I came back and took on my mantle…and night after night…I fought. And I started to feel like I was missing something. Then, I got this new assistant, and everything changed.” He smiled at the camera. “Eventually, she learned my secret…and I waited for her to leave. But…she didn’t…instead…she took on a mantle and fought with me.” He spoke solemnly. “She became my wife…and later…the mother of my children. She made me see that though Batman is a part of me…it isn’t who I am. I am Bruce Wayne first, husband to (Y/N) Wayne second, father to Richard John Grayson-Wayne, Jason Peter Todd-Wayne, Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, and Damian Wayne third, son to Alfred Pennyworth fourth, and Batman fifth.” He cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t be the man that I am today if it wasn’t for you (Y/N). You’ve made a man remember that the world isn’t totally evil…and that it’s okay to break sometimes.” He smiled at the camera. “I love you (Y/N) Wayne.” Black colored the screen, and the boys showed up, Bruce sitting in the middle.

“Mom, we hope you enjoyed the video. And we hope you know how lucky we are to have you.”

“Ma, you mean the world to us. You bend over backwards for us.”

“Mom, you’ve saved us more times than we can count…figuratively and literally.”

“Umi…you are our defense…first…and last.”

“(Y/N). We wouldn’t be the men we are today if we didn’t have you.”

They all smiled at the camera and waved, ringing out a chorus of ‘I love you Mom/Ma/Mom/Umi! Happy Birthday!’, and ‘I love you (Y/N), Happy Birthday.’. The screen faded, indicating the end of the video, and they all turned to their mother and wife, to see her reaction. (Y/N) had her face in her hands, sobbing heart-wrenchingly, and they became concerned. “Mom? You okay?” She nodded her head, still sobbing and she reached out her hands. Slowly, the boys moved, and they tucked themselves into her arms; she squeezed as tightly as she could and held them. After a few minutes, she calmed down enough that she wasn’t sobbing loudly, and she spoke quietly.

“I love you boys.” Choruses of ‘I love you too’, came through and she pulled away, wiping her face; though the tears kept coming. “I am so proud to be your mom. I love each and everyone of you so dearly.” She paused and sucked in a breath. “This is the greatest gift I could have ever received…Thank you.” The fell into her arms again, and she felt Bruce wrap his arms around her middle, and he leaned his head next to hers. He whispered softly.

“I love you (Y/N) Wayne.” (Y/N) felt a wave of fresh tears come around and she nodded, leaning into him.

“I love you too Bruce Wayne.” She felt his lips touch her temple and he spoke again.

“Happy Birthday (Y/N).”

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years

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shaadi mubarak 01+02.09.20 lb

01.09.20

oh ho kusummmm, don't be so rukhiii rukhiiiii. this is a delicate momentttttt.

the actual physical discomfort preeti is in while stepping into the house. my hearttttttt.

kusum is so hella mad and wants to smack the shit outta.... well, someone, that’s for sure.

the actress playing juhi has heavyyyyyyy dalljiet as anjali vibes no?

preeti is having TUMHARAAAAAA SASURAAAAL!!!! waala breakdown. sis chill for a sec.

kusum been knowing that this shit was coming. she looks so damn mad.

priyanka FORSHO has history with tarun. i get the feeling he might have rejected her coz she's not "refined" enough or some such thing.

"beta hi khota nikla toh bahu ko kaahe sunaana?" 100% nailed it.

i fully get how kusum can be perceived as callous but she's just someone with duniya ki samajh and doesn't bother sugarcoating her words for effect. she speaks the plain truth, not what anyone ~~wants to hear.

also she is totallll self confidence goals.

"ram ji ki laathi kaise maathe pe baaji!" lmaooooo

oh no preeti heardddddddddd.

sumedh running to do damage control, bless his heart.

kusum like BRO DON'T YOU TRY TO SHUT ME UP I'M STILL THE BOSS OF THIS HOUSE SO HELP ME GOD

the badly cgi'd exteriors are so blah. like, surely you can devote a day or two to taking some establishing shots and then use them over and over?

poor KT can't shake the visuals from his head.

KT really the rudra of this house huh. a spoilt, doted on lil BABY man.

lol mom and chaachi are instanttttt shippers.

cheesy man has secret center of angst.

ouff again with this sasuraal waala ratttt.

juhi is best beti.

GOD WHO MAKES THESE DUMBASSSSSS FUCKING RULES ABOUT WHO GETS TO LIVE WHERE ITS BLOODY 2020 FFS SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT HAS COLLAPSED JUST DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

juhiiiiii asking ALL the rightttt questions.

yes juhi you establish that haq!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmao kusum is so me.

great, piyu has a new reason to hate juhi's fam.

GOOD LORD SHE'S SUCH A FUCKING DRAMA QUEEEEEEN. she's second on the list of "ASSHOLES WHO NEED TO DIAL IT DOWN, WAY DOWNNNNNNNNN" after tarun.

kusum trying to find some peace of mind.

oh ho, piyu has a backstory, where she was shipped off to gaon by her parents for some reason. ok i feel a little bad for her (but not thaaaaat much also.)

juhi sambhaale toh kitne maaon ke draamey sambhaale aaj???!

BETI KE GHAR KA PAANI TAK BLAH BLAH BLAHHHHHHH

sumedh ko koi sach mein koi mantriii banao. he is best man for the job.

KT is always expected to perform the dialogues of his movies, like some kinda circus monkey?????

KT and his mom are veryyyyy wholesome.

ummmm, literally none of these people said any of these things, preeti. ainvaaayi khayaali khichidiiiiii of unpleasantness you're cooking in your head.

this fucking samaaaj is the jaddd of allllll problems. fucking burn it all down to the grounddddddddddddddddd.

02.09.20

KT wants to call chaabi waali to check on her. sweet.

great, preeti left her phone over at tarun/rati's.

OMG THIS BITCH. NAATAK?!!?!? MY GODDDDDDD, FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUU RATI.

KT didn't believe a worddddd of that bs.

bless this man's empathetic heart. he Soft.

RATI I SWEAR TO GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD I HOPE THIS GHAR OF YOURS FALLS ON YOUR DAMN HEAD.

and tarunnn, i wish you'd fall into a moat filled with hungry crocodiles.

sumedh is trying to find diplomatic solution while kusum eavesdrops lol.

oh i think sumedh and juhi handle some kinda family business together. sweet.

SUMEDH BE SETTING HUSBAND GOALSSSSSSSS. YOU RAISED A GOOD ONE, KUSUM.

lmaoooooo kusum and her ramji sayings are my fav.

my god, bohut hi besura bhajan chal raha hai subaah subaah.

i wish the walls of this house weren't so AGGRESSSIVELYYYYY BLUE. it makes the space look claustrophobic and dark.

(recently painted an accent wall in my living room, and this comment is a result of having read 30 thousand home decor blogs in a week.)

every time i see that wall hanging over preeti's face in that photo, i lol. kusum you're so deliciously petty.

khatarnaak music and ainvayiiii ka tevar for kusum.

LMAO THE MISLEAD WITH THE TWO MUGS OF TEA. KUSUM YOU PETTY ASS B I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

juhiiiiiiiiiiiii is literalllll sunshine.

and sumedh got them a special pass to go to some mandir in pushkar. god bless these twoooooo kidsssss.

preeti has enough self-flagellation and guilt to put the best of catholics to shame.

LMAOOOOOOOOO KUSUM RUNNING AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TO HIDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AND DO NAATAKKKKK.

i guess to get some attention + to get preeti to stay home with her???

yupppppp, she fully wanted quality time with preeti.

hahahahaha raajeshwari sachdev is honestly a gifttttttt that i didn't expect from this show but i'm soooooo glad it gave me.

askjfhkdsjfshksjf kusum's comments on youngest daughter's (kajal?) dungarees.

kajalllllll fully knows how mummy works. i like her best of the sisters.

"purkhon ne aakhein di hai ya cctv? kuch bhi na chupe thaanedaarni se!" hee hee heee

kusum + kajal tying for best maa-beti jodi with preeti + juhi.

"door se dikhaana tha toh photu kheench ke bhej deti; nimbu kharchne ki kya zaroorat thi???" hahahahahaha

lmao kusum tum juhiiiii ki saas ho ya preeti ki.

GOOD LORD WHAT IS THIS NAAGIN MUSIC?!?!

kusummmm ainvayiiiii mein tang kar-ing preeti to see till what extent she'll bend over backwards to accommodate the nakhras.

i mean, i don't blame preeti for wanting to leave this place.

oh god KT's mom is gonna do some totally unnecessary matchmakingggg. LITERALLLLY WHO ASKED FOR THISSSSSSSSSS??!?!?!

stop calling a 40 year old man A LADKA, jesus. daaant haath mein aa jayenge phir bhi desi maaa ke liye apna raja beta LADKA hi hai.

kusum is totalllly miffed at preeti's over-formal, farmabardaaaar behaviorrrr.

OH HOOOOOO KUSUMMMMMMMM TAAAANA MAT MAAROOOOOOOO

I SHALL NOT BE FOOLED BY THE RED HERRING PRECAP I'M SOOOOOOOOO FUCKING HYPED FOR TOMM'S EPPPPPPPP IT'S GOING TO BE FUCKING GLORIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#shaadi mubarak #sm lbs #episode liveblogs

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katmckool-blog · 4 years

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PLEASE READ THIS!

This was an email sent to my husband following an unsuccessful interaction with Amherst Funeral and Cremation Services. I've got to say, I love how badly they treat grieving parents, especially moms.

Amherst writes

Thank you for your email. I just arrived back in the office from services yesterday when I left you a voicemail. I was out all last week for family emergency. I was going to reach out to you specifically in regards to this matter.

Amherst writes

Fionn's cremated remains and death certificates have been ready to be shipped out via Canada Post since last week, while I was away (Again, my staff Carla simply called your wife to confirm address and delivered our standard procedure to ask payment prior to sending as per contract signed, payments are due at the time of arrangement).

My response

Okay, let me stop you there, she wasn’t calling me she was calling someone else; because, once again, one more person on your staff couldn’t get my/our name right. YOU were supposed to handle this yourself.

Amherst writes

So I don't appreciate your wife accusing my staff of taking Fionn's ashes hostage. That wasn't what happened. We dealt with hundreds of families with same procedure and all of them never made such negative interpretations.

My response

SUCH HYPERBOLE! Bull shit. What about the time you sent a customer their loved one’s ashes and the delivery person wanted a tip and wasn’t going to leave until he got one?

That’s exactly how I FELT! We had a prior agreement to have them shipped directly. After your staff member got my name wrong and I had to correct her several times, she was asking for payment!

We can’t ship them unless you pay…her words, NOT MINE! In addition, you and your staff have the WORST COMMUNICATION! I thought you gave them a stern talking to? Sure you did, you’re full of shite!

That’s not what we’d agreed upon. YOU were supposed to handle EVERYTHING Scott. How would you feel if you were treated this way,?? I’ve read the reviews of families for whom you provided a service for and they were mistreated in pretty much the same way.

Your low ratings are proof of that. If you want to skate by on ratings, accolades and cards, Go nuts, however; for the people who are treated in the manner in which WE were treated, I say, get off you high horse!

You don’t appreciate that? Okay, you and your staff started this nonsense your staff obviously doesn’t give a shit about our name and our son’s name. Is this the best you can do Scott, really? You’re quite the mean girl!

Amherst writes

We will ship Fionn's ashes today (November 20, 2019). Once we have completed the shipment, we will email you the Canada Post tracking number. The package will have an original invoice. Please call our main number extension 105 for Kisha and she'll take your credit card information and process accordingly.

My response

The interactions were DEFINITELY DISRESPECTFUL. When the above noted staff member called to ask for clothes on October 30 for our son for the viewing on. October 31, she called him by the wrong name and then proceeded to TALK OVER ME! No ownership and no apology at that point. You think that’s ok? Then, to add insult to injury, you yourself said “I gave her strict talking to” Apparently that means NOTHING to you and your staff. When she called about the remains, I was shocked. You told us they would ship and we would’ve received them on November 4, no call was necessary and yes, it came across as holding on to them. The term held hostage comes from how both Nick and I felt.

Learn how to pronounce people’s names and improve your communication.

So now, once again you’re back-pedalling. First you apologize backhandedly, and then you pile on with lies!

All the while presenting youself as an upstanding business man who truly cares about people and their departed loved ones. BULLSHIT!

Amherst writes

kindly ask if you could do this yourself (and no longer involve your wife in this process) as there has been 2 interactions with different staff members that were unfortunate, but with no intentions of disrespect were ever meant by them. Again, these are the same staff whose other families rave about how caring and left warm notes about. There were clearly misinterpretations of their well-meaning intents. To add, both Carla and Juanita had lost family members themselves quite recently.

My response

Have you ever been married? Partnered in a long term relationship?

Did you honestly think that my husband wasn’t going to share this email with me? Kudos, you’re the meanest passive aggressive mean girl EVER!

You’ve obviously never had children nor had to lay a child to rest. Your business tactics are appalling. Wait, what business are you in again? Oh yeah, well, kind of hard know that because, you think your clients are responsible for your staff’s bereavement.

I don’t really care about your staff members’ losses. Healing your staff is not OUR JOB Scott, Quite frankly; OUR SON DIED and we were paying you for a service.

Not my monkeys, not my circus.

We wanted to pay you when we were in Vancouver, but, nooooo, you said I’ll ship the death certificates along with the invoice and cremated remains. Wow

I’m so glad we didn’t entrust you with our son’s obituary. You probably would’ve messed that up too.

I am SO thankful for Ethical Death Care in Winnipeg. Had I known your company would be such a disrespectful shit show, I would’ve had our son flown to Winnipeg for EVERYTHING!

I’m so glad your staff members’ have received lots of nice notes and letters

I have two letters to leave for you and your staff; they’re F and U.

Rest on your laurels because you do that so well!

APOLIGIZE AND MOVE ON SCOTT!

Amherst writes

I understand that this is a very difficult time for the family and I hope that sending Fionn home to you will start the healing process.

My response

No you don’t because you wouldn’t have sent this snot-filled drivel to my husband. If you have a problem with me and what I said to your staff, then address it with me…I don’t’ trust business people who are incapable of confronting a difficult situation and customer. You probably have a stronger word for me and that makes me very happy!

Please, save your condescending crap for another family who buys into your shit

Amherst writes

I thank you in advance for your understanding and cooperation. Should you have any questions or concerns, please kindly contact me directly.

Kind regards,( don’t say it if you don’t ‘mean it)

And finally, you have the audacity to leave my name off of the shipment of my baby’s ashes. You really are a hateful little, troll Scott.

Scott

R. Scott McFarlane

Owner, Licensed Funeral Director & Embalmer

Amherst Funeral & Cremation Services Inc.

The Dominion Building

1209-207 West Hastings Street

Vancouver, BC V6B 1H7

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grayisholi · 5 years

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@ the DND ask game: ALL OF THOSE QUESTIONS, I CAN'T CHOOSE!! XD (or if not that, the ones you rlly wanna do!!

BOY OH BOY OH BOYIve been answering these throughout the day and I’m too lazy to reread the full document so sorry if I’ve left gaps or whatever but here it is! All 35 questions about dnd! Matt you unstoppable Madman.

1. A favorite character you have played.

You can’t just make me pick between my children!!! I think I might have to say Atticus Sallow, my faeborn bloodhunter, partially because he’s like 100% homebrew content which I LIVE for, but also because he’s probably the most kinda self-insert character I’ve ever played? Almost became the kinda angsty, brooding asshole character before he was like “get your shit together” and learned that loving people isn’t so bad.

2. Your favorite character that someone else has played.

I almost, ALMOST had the pleasure of DMing for @no-more-good-omens and their character was gonna be SO RAD and I’m a little heartbroken he never came to be. A half-drow paladin of Vecna, pretending to be your typical good and wholesome paladin? Dude, I love that kinda two faced backstabbing in a player. It’s such a shame it never came to anything (although if yall still wanna play hmu ;))

3. Your favorite side quest.

Ooh, there’s been so many good ones. Probably when i was playing as Adrian Smirks and went off on a tangent to rescue his brother ? That was the first time I ever got to see Adrian’s more raw and emotional side beneath the suave mask he wears and it was fun to explore his character in that way ^.^

4. Your current campaign.

That I’m DMing? It started inspired by Guy Fawkes and was gonna be “your party blows up parliament” but I got bored of following historical accuracy so it ended up being “blow up the palace in a magical city that just happens to be called London”. I accidentally wrote myself into a hole with this campaign tho, so once they’ve finished this arc I’m handing over the DM hat to my sister @philosophical-wanton because she seems to love it and I kinda miss being a player lmao. I can’t wait for it.

5. Favorite NPC.That I’ve written? Probably Hai Shen, the youngest son of a group of circus performers who were killed and the party got blamed for their murder. He had such a great attitude and his dynamics with the party kicked ass. And the twist that he was actually dead the whole time and it was his soul that had stayed behind to help solve his family’s murder? ICONIC.

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).

NPC death would probably be Hai Shen, actually. After the party had brought the real killers (A cult to the demon Prince Orcus) to justice, Hai’s time on earth had come to an end. He had really beautiful moment with the party before being reunited with his family. Alternatively, the time I broke my entire party’s hearts? “Artagan’s staff comes cracking into Ellios’ chest, forcing him onto the ground. Artagan raises his sceptre in hand, pointing it menacingly at the young prince. And for the first time, you see him. Like, REALLY see him. He’s not the strong and powerful leader you’ve all come to know him as, he’s not Prince Ellios of the Four Realms. He’s just a boy. A boy who is much too young to be involved in such a grand scheme. And the fear in his eyes. You see the fear he’s managed to keep buried for so long, finally coming to the surface. And then? You don’t see anything, aside from his cold body hitting the ground.” I got punched three times for that moment, but GOD was it worth it.

7. Your favorite downtime activity.

Like in game? A healthy lil bit of vandalising the local law enforcement buildings is always a good time.

8. Your favorite fight/encounter.

Aw man, how can I pick ? I gotta say, that one time we, a level 6 party, managed to take down two earth elementals was pretty rad. The DM kind of expected it to be one of those encounters that we saw and immediately tried to run from, but what she didn’t take into account was that ALL of us had chaotic alignments so we just went crazy. The DM was rolling really badly (thank God) and we were getting really creative (“I use the produce flame centripetal to light my bottle of ale on fire and create a molotov cocktail” “you do WHAT”) and after like an HOUR we won and it was amazing. The rush I got from that victory was better than any drug my dood.

9. Your favorite thing about D&D.

I know I say it a lot, but I legit can’t choose. There’s so many great things about ttrpgs that a lot of people don’t really think of. The creative fulfilment I get from a session is incomparable, the friendships you can build that you couldn’t form in any other way. And like, not to get too real for a sec here, but I grew up with undiagnosed autism and didn’t understand how a lot of social situations worked, and DnD was such a good mechanic for me to try communicating with people without many real world consequences, and I appreciate that experience so much. It’s just such a great thing my dood.

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

Can they be the same thing lmao? I mean, I’m obviously partial to Count Cassius, the vampire lord that Adrian slept with lmao. I also always appreciate a good beholder, until I get hit with three disintegration rays IN A ROW.

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?

We’ve got kind of a monthly schedule with my main campaign, and I manage to get a couple online games in-between them, but honestly I’d kill to be the kind of group that got together every weekend.

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

Oh MAN. “I say we do this.” “Yeah, but that’s coming from the guy who decided to tie 3 50ft ropes together to escape the palace.” “iT wOrKeD dIdN’t iT ???” i.e that time I forgot I gave the gnome rogue flying boots so when I planned for them to get arrested at the palace, they managed to escape by tying their ropes together, sending the gnome with it to the top and climbing the wall. I had to improvise the rest of the session. Also “FLINTON BELINDA SKINTON” bc as a role-play exercise I got my party to come up with rumours about their characters and the gnome rogue called Flint AKA Flinton B Skinton decided that one of their rumours was that the B stood for Belinda, and it was GLORIOUS.

13. Introduce your current party.

My current group consists of Flinton B Skinton, gnome rogue. He’s a quick-fingered, silver-tongued gay disaster who can sell anything to anyone. He’s a charming flirt, and a veritable genius in his own right. Kava Daardendrian, dragonborn ranger who loves nothing in life more than her animal companion - her pig Snortin Norton. She’s fun and sassy and shameless, she’s great. There’s Sparks, the fire Genasi Monk, and full embodiment of a disaster lesbian. She drinks, fights, and gets laid, and doesn’t deal with her problems in healthy ways. An icon. And finally Milo, the halfling Bard who falls in love at the drop of a hat and just wants everyone to get along. I call them “The Shenanigang” and I love them.

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.

A party I joined late? We had Sylvia Moondrop, the half elf sorcerer who was just trying to get along with everyone despite what the world seemed to want. Orland the half orc bard who was just trying to shake off the Barbarian stereotype his family left him with. Rose Morleen, air Genasi fighter who was literally born to kick ass and take names. I joined as Mason Terrai, the Earth Genasi Alchemist with a perchance for explosives. The very definition of chaotic neutral.

15. Do you have snacks during game times?

Of COURSE. What manic wouldn’t ?

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?

I used to play online a LOT back before I had friends who were into dnd, but I VASTLY prefer playing in person. The chemistry that’s built not only amongst the players, but also the actual characters themselves is unparalleled. It’s just such a great experience.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?

Anyone can attempt anything, the only restriction is the dice. Don’t question the DM unless it’s out of session, then bully the dm on the groupchat until he’s so pissed off he gives you inspiration just to get you to shut up. And also canon lore and canon rules are bullshit when it’s convenient. That’s about it

18. Does your party keep any pets?

Our ranger, God bless her, has her pack pig Snortin Norton, sold to her by one Flinton B Skinton. And Flint really wants a monkey, he’s been trying to find one for ages.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

Not really ? I’m the kind guy that if my dice rolls a 1 I will bench it for a bit, but tbh all my dice are cursed af and I’ve kinda just learned to roll with it by making my characters canonically terrible at everything lmao.

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?

Aw man I can’t remember when or how, it’s been so long. I had a couple friends who were kinda into it, but all the games they tried to run were complete disasters. I only really started playing I’m the past year or so? Maybe a little more ? Adrian was my first character, and he was a very RP heavy character in a party of tanks and they all hated him but MAN was it fun.

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?

Oh all the time. One time my character was careless and didn’t check for traps on a legendary artefact and it lead to the death of a party member. One time my character got angry at his party and walked out. My characters don’t make good decisions, but that’s part of the fun.

22. What color was your first dragon?

White! I thought it was silver at first and went to go say hi, and it clawed me within half my HP straight away lmao.

23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns?

Oh dude, original all the way. I live for that shit.

24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?

Depends on the session, but usually a good few hours, couple of days if I’m DMing.

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?

“You wake up in a mysterious forest. The strained autumn sun shines through the trees. The only thing you can see it each other, the trees, and an old sign post leading to a path that says "Myrrill” on it. What do you do?“ "We walk in the opposite direction of the sign deeper into the forest.” “…of course you do.”

26. What was your favorite scene to write and show your characters.

I wrote a full carnival show one time for them to watch, and then it got derailed when a horrific monster attacked. But writing all the characters and their acts, and watching my players get entranced as I described it ? Magical, my dood.

27. Do you allow homebrew content?

I live and breathe homebrew content. I don’t know what my games would be without it. I LOVE homebrew.

28. How often do you use NPCs in a party?

I make some pretty sick characters if I do say so myself, so I throw them in a LOT.

29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions?

Oh dude, role play all the way. Fighting and killing stuff is great, but role-play is just so good. We can go from laughing with a bartender to crying over a backstory reveal and it’s just beautiful.

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?

Depends on the party, but i find the best players are a little bit of both XD

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?

Official ? I’m a fan of the hexblade warlock? Bards are always a good call, and to be real playing monks make me feel like an absolute badass. Race wise, there are just so many. If we’re only talking players handbook stuff, half elf is always rad. Outside of that? I’ve been researching the Shadar-Kai lately and I’m LIVING. They’re so rad.

32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)

What would you call the disaster gay? I don’t really gear my characters towards usefulness in combat, so it’s just whatever the class happens to lend itself to.

33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?

I usually write my character, personality, backstory, alignment etc, before I even pick a class or even a race. I basically just make OCs and apply them to dnd rules, and it’s SO much fun. 10/10, would recommend.34. Do you tend pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?

FLAVOUR. My party usually hates me, but what I lack in combat utility I more than make up for in creative out of combat skill checks XD.

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?

Boi, I even RP my combat, and the great thing is it rubs off on my party too. I’ll have a really low initiative and everyone else will be like “I attack and do 10 points of damage” but then on my round I’m like “I use my staff to leap across the battlefield towards the opponent and launch out with a spinning kick to their jaw” and everyone else is like “oh, okay, that’s what we’re doing.” and the battle becomes so much more dynamic and cinematic, it’s amazing !

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liskantope · 6 years

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Yesterday while watching an outdoor entertainment act I witnessed a striking example of a particular kind of fun at children’s expense that some adults seem to love indulging in. Once kids weren’t involved anymore the guy finished with a grand finale act which I thought was pretty cool, but the (very long) prelude to it with the kids still left an overall sour taste in my mouth. [Content warning for the obvious.]

The entertainer started by asking if there were any children in the audience who wanted to win 10 pounds. About 6 or 7 kids ran up. He started by dismissing a couple of them for being “not cute enough” (which seemed to mean looking too old) so that 5 children of average age around 5 or 6 were left, and then declared that there would be a contest with one winner who would get the money. He gave the remaining children a bunch of instructions to test them (for instance, “raise your right hands” at which 3 of them raised their left hands) and cracked jokes about their mistakes that would clearly go over their heads. To one of them who seemed to be ignoring or completely misunderstanding his instructions, he leaned in close down to the boy’s eye level for over half a minute and said, “Do you speak English? [the boy shook his head] You don’t speak English? Do you understand what I’m saying now? How about this? And do you understand this? [apparently the boy was somehow silently signalling assent because he followed with] So you actually understand everything I’m saying, don’t you? But do you speak English?” The kid shook his head again which he took as an opportunity for another punchline.

The contest was decided by a competition for cuteness which would be judged by volume of applause, for which one of the kids lost badly and got a teasing comment for it and eventually all but one were eliminated. When only the littlest one remained (dressed in some kind of space costume and I couldn’t tell their gender, must have been around 4), I hoped for the entertainer to hand over the promised 10 pounds and be done with it, but no, the child was kept up there for another good 15 minutes performing tasks for the man which seemed entirely boring and pointless except for allowing opportunities to make fun of their responses. Every one of the jokes would have been incomprehensible to a 4-year-old or even a child somewhat older; one of them mentioned drug dealers while another mentioned “Father Jacob” (I couldn’t help but wonder if this was some sort of child molestation joke? Which would seem blatantly enough over the line to invite boos rather than laughter, but who knows.) At one point the kid was being asked to throw a racket a short way and laughed at for not knowing how to do it properly, which caused me to reflect on how my athletic skills were not better at probably twice that age. One of the punchlines there was the kid misunderstanding an instruction that my adult self, standing in the audience, misunderstood in the same way. The kid was finally awarded both the promised money and an umbrella stolen from another family in the audience (it was raining the whole time) -- I couldn’t even follow the purported humor in that.

So what bothered me about this whole routine? That should be fairly obvious from the way I’ve described it, but to put it succinctly, I’m always offended by adults using children as props or circus monkeys for humor that the child is obviously much too young to understand, especially when it leads to the child facing a wide ring of onlookers mostly at least twice their size and roaring with obvious laughter at them. The entertainer obviously felt like what he was doing was harmless, and perhaps it mostly was this time (the final kid never seemed upset or traumatized or anything and was eager to grab the 10-pound note at the end), and the man did end with a long speech to the kid about how “all these people are so happy right now because of you” (which would probably have embarrassed me further were I in their place). So the act as a whole probably seemed just well enough rationalized that the guy felt good about himself and kept the support of most of the audience. But I’d much rather live in a culture where this kind of behavior is seen for what it is -- a form of publicly bullying people who aren’t even fully aware of what’s going on and can’t begin to fight back -- and so met with boos and hisses rather than enthusiastic applause.

Not only did I find the act unsettling because it reminded me of a general form of treatment I got from time to time and hated as a kid (although usually much more subtly and I don’t have specific traumatic memories), but because there’s a generalization of this I’ve suffered even as an adult which a few people don’t seem to realize is wrong. It’s when someone is not only made fun of, but made fun of in a way calculated so that the victim won’t understand the joke. For instance, I had an acquaintance who had a habit of laughing uproariously with other Italian-speakers whenever I made a show of not understanding something that she had said in Italian, while refusing for a while to explain to me what it was I hadn’t understood so that I had no way of laughing along with the joke (e.g. I didn’t know the verb for “apply make-up” and so couldn’t understand her quip “I can do your make-up if you like,” which apparently was hilarious.)

In general I’m fine with jokes at my expense. But I’m not fine with jokes at my expense when I have no way of understanding the joke. It’s only fair to at least be allowed the opportunity to laugh along.

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daydreamerbydesign · 6 years

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Gregory Alan Isakov covers "The Trapeze Swinger". Original song by Iron and Wine.

The following Quote is an interpretation of what the song is about. It was left by a gentleman in the comment section of this video on YouTube (thetrailorman1). Please read it. It’s worth it!!! But, listen to the song first.

“The narrator is the trapeze swinger. The circus is life. The narrator has died recently, and he's caught somewhere between heaven and hell, in a waiting room for eternity so to speak. He is reflecting on the relationship that defined much of his life. And that's why he's a trapeze swinger. Trapeze swingers take part in an act that cannot be done alone. They need someone else in order to be the performers they are. And the partner he depended upon is the girl he is singing to. But she can't hear him, because she's still alive down on earth. In fact, I like to think she's sitting in the back row at his funeral service. He's looking down on her from heaven's waiting room, still waiting for his name to be called. He wishes so badly she could hear him. To him, the circus of life now appears to be nothing more than a baby’s dream.

He died young. He had just turned 21. He hadn’t seen the girl since the summer after high school, but he had never stopped loving her. After all, they grew up together. They used to play together as kids! Then in high school, they fell in love and started dating. Everything was great until the balancing act got complicated, and she left town for college. She ended the relationship that summer, leaving him and their hometown behind. Drinking one night, he was tragically killed in a car accident. When she heard the news, she bought a plane ticket and flew home for the first time in a while. She wanted to attend his funeral.

The angels don’t understand what it’s like to leave the world. Because they live in a place where there is no death, where seasons don't change. They've come to see humans passing through this place as another number to be processed, another sinner to be judged. Their handshakes are hurried. They don’t appreciate what it’s like for a boy to leave behind everything that mattered to him. To look back at life and see someone lit up by the city (of God) in all of her beauty, and yet not be able to speak to her even though she seems so close to him now.

“Don’t look down,” someone has spray-painted on the gates of heaven. It’s a warning not to look down at those on earth, due to the heart break that will ensue. But he disregards the warning and continues peering down at her from “the window of the tallest tower.” He calls to her, but he is much too high to reach her, even during happy hour when her thoughts are as open as an empty road. Life is fleeting, he thinks.

She broke up with him because he was unhappy with himself. He wasn't willing to trust the swinging trapeze in front of him. He wouldn’t let go of his hometown and reach out for the next thing, like she did. Life was a marching band that frightened and distracted him. But now, in this place where seasons never leave (because there is no change in eternity), he takes solace in the graffiti that says he and her will meet again. Maybe he can't reach her now, but someday she will find herself in this very waiting room. And so he too will spray paint on the pearly gates. He will draw a boy and girl (he and her), God (trust) and Lucifer (fear), a monkey (who he used to be) and a man (who he’s come to be), an angel (her) kissing on a sinner (him).

And that's exactly why someone like Gregory Alan Isakov memorizes an 8 minute poem.”

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leveragebigbang · 6 years

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Leverage 2017 Big/Mini Bang Master List

a chair is not a house by greenurr Cover art, Art, and NSFW Art by steverogersisbi Summary: After the war, Eliot moves back home, and gets a dog. There’s more to it than that. An AU in which Eliot returns home from the army missing a leg and an eye, Hardison is a slightly famous internet gamer, and Parker runs a circus. A story that involves dogs, and no crime, unless you include the dogs stealing our heroes’ hearts.

Dead Man’s Hand by meils121 Soundtrack and Cover Art by poppetawoppet Summary: Eliot lets himself slip away, away from the pain and the hurt and everything else. He finally allows himself to die. An old enemy of Eliot’s threatens everything he cares about. With Eliot badly injured, it’s up to the team to take this enemy down before they can do any more damage. Eliot struggles with the guilt he feels and the need he has to protect his team.

The Freedom Job by Telaryn Fanvideo and Gifset by IndigoNight Summary: In a world where vampires and things that go bump in the night and deals with demons are real, the Leverage team has in recent years been playing on a larger and darker stage than they ever expected to be. They've adapted, of course, with knowledge of their own pasts unearthed to help them along. And to the outside observer, they might even look like they're thriving. These days though, they're driven by a secret. One they can barely talk about amongst themselves - in order to save the lives of Sophie, Eliot and Hardison, Nate allowed himself to be roped into a deal with the King of Hell, with his soul the price. It's a deal they may be forced to live with - for now - but one the Leverage team will never settle for. And when a man from another world, with the powers of a God, comes to them looking for help, the team will confront Heaven, Hell and Death itself in order to find a way out.

Hearts Wrapped in Clover by BabylonsFall Video and Cover Art by benjaminrussell Summary: Hardison, Parker, Nate, and Sophie have managed to successfully run Leverage, Inc. on their own, for three years running now. But when the bullet meant for a mark strikes a little too close to home, and outside pressures start threatening the team, they decide to split up, to lay low, running from both the Italian’s threats and Moreau’s attention. Nate and Sophie head out to provide a moving target, Hardison and Parker disappear into the countryside to the very last place anyone would think to look for them. And, just their luck, the neighbor’s even weirder than they are.

If You Ever Want to Be in Love (I’ll Come Around) by serenelystrange Fanmix by MorningStar461 Summary: In which Hardison finds himself falling for both the quiet but charming baker, and for the quirky ice cream shop owner that works on the other side of the street. The only problem is, he can’t seem to make either one of them realize how perfect they could be together, until he bites off more than he can chew!*

Make Way For Ducklings by page_runner Art by ponderosa121 Summary: It’s been seven years since Nate and Sophie walked away; two since circumstances forced Hardison, Parker, and Eliot into retirement. Meanwhile, the kids they met during jobs have grown up, influenced by the strangers who briefly entered their lives, and who are about to make a reappearance.

My Perfect Thief by kawuli Art by magnetgirl Summary: “Kid, you’re lucky you ended up here, nobody else would put up with your shit.” Parker’s latest foster family is just like all the rest. Maybe they’re right, maybe no one will put up with her. Fine. Fuck families. Parker doesn’t want one. New York City is far enough away and big enough to get lost in, and Parker knows how to survive on her own. And then she runs into the strangest thief she’s ever met. Archie Leach has a plan for Parker that for once she’s happy to go along with. She’s going to be the best thief ever.

on a wing and a prayer by treepyful Art by bloodinamug Summary: “You’ve seriously never heard of Ravens?”

Once Upon A Time (we fell in love) by chewingonpearls/Reallife Art by cuartist Summary: That was the day Hardison and Parker realized, when Eliot was threatening to punch people for them what he was really saying was “I love you.”

The Ophidiophobia Job by Glinda Art by IllustratedJai Summary: Leverage/Stargate SG1 Crossover. Team Leverage discover that their mark has access to lots of highly classified alien technology. Eliot calls in some help from a 'buddy in the business' and it turns out he worked for the Stargate programme. Conspiracies are discovered, bombs are defused, aliens are fought, and part of the team get stranded offworld.

The (Other) Fairy Godparents Job by RyLee Art by BuckytheDucky Summary: Even before Leverage, Parker, Eliot and Hardison find themselves helping the helpless. Once a upon a time, in a faraway land, a prince and a peasant girl fell in love and had a child, a healthy baby girl. But their happiness was not to last, as the prince’s family disapproved of the union and invoked evil forces to conspire against them. Death took the new parents before their daughter ever had a chance to know them. She was left all alone the world, at the mercy of the same evil that stole away her parents. The child may have met the same ill fate had she not had the good fortune to encounter three blessed benefactors.

The Present Job by ourdarkspirits Art by Idwart Summary: The team decides to take a break from work and Hardison plans a surprise.

the soul of the matter by SafelyCapricious Art by InklingDancer Summary: Everyone is born with a way to find their soulmate, but fate is rarely so simple or so kind. The team faces a soulmark-forger con-artist as well as truths about themselves. Just how important is fate in the hands of five fair criminals?

Steal that Swing by coppersunshine Podfic by ramblingandpie Summary: “It was something like desperation that led Eliot to start looking up dance organizations in the area. At this point it was either punch or dance, and the punching hadn’t worked out so well. The first search result took him to a well-designed, minimalist site. “Lindy-Hop, West Coast, and East Coast Swing, Wednesdays at 7pm. Free Drop-in Lesson! Dance $5.” Eliot glanced at his watch. 7 o’clock already, but he’d still make the open dance. He grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.”

Taste of Freedom by SassySnowperson Food: a schematic (companion art) by magnetgirl Summary: Eliot finally found the gumption to break free of Moreau, but the scars a man like that leaves don’t fade easily. Eliot’s in a bad place, and cooking is the only thing that brings him any sort of peace. But then a tiny blonde thief thinks he’ll make an lucrative mark and breaks into his apartment, intent on robbing Eliot blind. Parker’s so surprised to find a mattress and…nothing else that she’s determined to fix things. A story of families of choice, food, and figuring out how to be a person again.

Trained Monkeys and Doughnuts by keepitdreamin Art by sarah-likeaboss Summary: “It’s the first time they all sleep together without actually sleeping together, and it marks the shift of something fundamental in their relationship. Something, Eliot considers later, that he wouldn’t change back for the world.” How the trio get together featuring stupid feelings, a trained monkey and cuddles.

The Troll in the Dungeons Job by the_afterlight Summary: October 31, 2007, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland In an echo of fifteen years past, Hogwarts students are enjoying their Hallowe'en feast when a professor comes into the Great Hall with news of a troll in the dungeons. Back to back at their separate tables, fourth-years Alec Hardison and Parker share a glance before slipping away in an attempt to find the creature, only to be caught on their way by fifth-year prefect Eliot Spencer – who is only out and about because he noticed that another student, seventh-year Sophie Deveraux, was absent from the feast. Hoping to find her before the troll does, the three find themselves following her trail into a long-forgotten section of the castle. What secrets does Hogwarts hold? What is Sophie after? Who let the troll into the school? And what will the headmistress say when she finds out?

An Unwanted Job Offer by Nonesane Art by alexiane250 Summary: Alec and Parker’s lazy morning at home is cut short as they realize they haven’t seen Eliot all day. It’s been a long time since Eliot went MIA without leaving a note or a message. Where could he be?

Sweet Home Kentuky Fanmix by dazebras

#leverage #leverage bang 2017 #leverage big bang #leverage mini bang #master list #master post

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