#and then i thought about how badly steph wanted to be a mom even as a teenager despite her own shitty parents

[mangoisms]

ok here are my current thoughts on ck and tim’s silly goose-ness and steph’s very low tolerance to it

aka an excuse to introspect on their past relationship and also my first ever attempt to write a canon character’s pov which might or might not be good so! You Have Been Warned

(also excuse any typos LOL)

“What do you think you’re doing?”

A slow blink. “Updating Redbird’s security protocols?”

The garage of Tim’s townhouse smells sharply of oil and rubber. But he isn’t elbow-deep in the engine today, just seated off to the side, laptop perched on his lap and hooked up to its system. ‘Updating’ it. God knows why. The Redbird’s security protocols are just as stringent as the Batmobile’s.

Jason once regaled them with his plan, way back when, to blow it up. Bruce included. And how he went about it.

“It’s got safeguards like crazy, right? Even when it’s idle or shut down. Come up to it, fire a gun, launch a missile—doesn’t matter. Not gonna touch it before the security protocols kick in. It can sense you on thermal, air currents, video recognition, all of it.”

“So, how’d you get past it?”

“SEAL-grade wetsuit. Invisible to thermal with reflection fibers that play hell with video. But the biggest thing? Going slow. And I mean slow. Like five seconds per inch slow.”

The insane attention to detail and paranoia runs in the family, obviously.

Tim had sat in for that. Stephanie remembers the look on his face. Begrudging respect, combined with a familiar twitchiness that told her he was absolutely dying to run out and start updating his stuff.

Question everything. That’s what Bruce says.

Tim tries to separate himself from it. He really does. It gets tiring, exhausting, to live like that. But old habits die hard and his big brain precedes him sometimes. Wondering at the possibilities, at the million-in-one scenarios.

Ordinarily, Stephanie has more sympathy for him. Really. But right now, after your phone call about his little visit to Circle K…

She’s pissed.

“Don’t play dumb,” she says, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

“What is it that I’m playing dumb about?” he asks, averting his attention back to his laptop, keys clacking quickly, pausing momentarily as he takes a swig of Red Bull.

She tells him.

At the sound of your name, he stops.

But now that she’s started, she can’t stop. “Visiting her? As Red Robin? What are you thinking, Tim?”

The clack of keys resumes. The set of his gaze on the laptop screen is very intentional now. Avoiding her.

“It’s nothing, Steph,” he says and she almost believes it. But she knows him, so she doesn’t. “It’s harmless.”

“So, why won’t you hang out with us? Her? Because I assume you’re also avoiding her individually.”

A little sigh. Impatient. “I’m not avoiding her. I really was busy. Have been busy. You know how the heat messes with the city.”

It’s the excuse that bothers Stephanie.

Tim is making some kind of choice here. Choosing to favor Red Robin over himself, over Tim Drake, and it makes no sense. Red Robin isn’t your best friend. He isn’t even your favorite vigilante. (Black Canary is. She agrees, though it would be nice for Spoiler to get some spotlight but that is neither here nor there.)

You know who is your best friend? (One of them, anyway.)

Tim freakin’ Drake.

Stephanie knows why he’s avoiding you all of a sudden. The connection will be too easy to make. It’s why she—as Spoiler—keeps her distance. Tucks away her hair, hides her face even more, when she and Cass visit Circle K.

Even though! They had talked about telling you. Stephanie wanted to tell you so badly. You know who her father is. Was. You know how her mom used to be like. You know everything and you never once judged. You were, to be sure, a bit wary of them—the vigilantes—but most were. You wouldn’t turn them away if you knew.

If there is anything Stephanie knows, it is that.

But then she went away to Metropolis for a week and a half and suddenly, he’s visiting you as Red Robin. And he’s not trying to ease you into it, not trying to help you latch onto some clues, to make it easier—because they’d discussed that, too!—he’s doing it because… Well, she doesn’t really know. But there is a reason. She knows that much. A big reason.

It makes no sense to her, considering his feelings. Complicates things unnecessarily. Especially with how he’s avoiding you because of it, because he apparently got cold feet on telling you the truth.

And it’s the excuse… it’s the excuse that pisses her off.

Their relationship, back when they were kids, had some questionable origins. It did. Stephanie did things she wasn’t proud of. He did things he wasn’t proud of. It was messy. She tries not to kick herself about it—about being a silly girl in love, awed at the attention of a boy like Robin, knowing he was dating a girl (Ariana Dzerchenko, her name was, she would later find on) and making moves on him despite that, moves that he always, always went along with. Like two magnets that couldn’t help but fall together.

Don’t get her wrong! The blame is not solely on her. It’s on him, too. She shouldn’t have pushed. He shouldn’t have went along with it, knowing he had a girlfriend, too. He shouldn’t have held his knowledge of her identity over her head the way he did. He isn’t mean-spirited at heart but he had an advantage over her. He knew she was Stephanie Brown. She knew him only as Robin and nothing else. Not until later on that would change and that… that was another mess entirely.

But they were dumb and young. Stephanie tries not to hold it against herself. They know better now. She knows better now. Knows what she deserves.

But this feels too close to him crossing that line.

No, he has crossed that line.

Given one persona up for another.

Approaching you as Red Robin, while you know nothing of him, and doing god knows what…

Someone is going to get hurt.

Last time, it was him. The circumstances, Bruce’s unceremonious reveal of his identity to her—a mistake, an egregious overstep—it all culminated in Tim feeling betrayed. Betrayed that Bruce would reveal that to her without Tim’s say so, without even asking him if he was okay with her knowing. Betrayed that Stephanie went along with it.

This time?

Stephanie feels it in her bones.

The person who is going to get hurt is you.

You, clueless about these lives they lead, clueless as Tim monopolizes your time as Red Robin, all the while you have no idea it’s him. You, her best friend. Stephanie loves you to the end of the universe.

She doesn’t want to see you hurt.

The mere thought of it, of the potential fallout, leaves a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Steph. Steph, it’s fine.”

She blinks, coming back to herself. Tim is standing in front of her now, dark brows knitted together, blue eyes intent on her face. Concerned.

“You’re lying to her.”

“We’ve been lying to her.”

“Not like this,” she says quietly. “Not this way. You’re… This is too much, Tim. I don’t understand why you’re doing this. What happened?”

“Nothing,” he says. For what it’s worth, to anyone else, it sounds believable. But like she said. Stephanie knows him. For better or for worse.

And on that end, she also knows he is not going to budge. No matter how much Stephanie wants to drill this into him, grab him by the shoulders and make her point. Once he’s made a decision, he commits.

Or more like he’s dug himself into this grave and he doesn’t (can’t?) want to get out.

“This is a mistake,” she says. “And you know it. I just hope you actually try to fix it sooner rather than later. Because if you break her heart, I’m going to break something of yours.”

Stephanie loves Tim. He’s a great friend. They’ve had their ups and downs—even discounting their relationship—but they’re solid. They are.

But she loves you, too. So much so it sometimes feels like she’s going to burst with it. She’s never had something like that, like this, and in the end, she doesn’t want to choose, but Tim knows better. And because he knows better, you are her first priority.

Even worse, he doesn’t seem bothered by the threat. Relieved, if anything.

“I’m counting on it, Steph.”

Which is so unfair in so many ways (fix it, she wants to yell, don’t rely on me to come clean up when shit hits the fan—do it yourself!) but she’s had enough of this conversation and all the ways this can go wrong.

Maybe he will turn around. Maybe. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

But she doesn’t think so. He won’t. Not until the consequences of this, of his lies, of his excuses, come hit him in the face.

She wishes it weren’t like that—knowing what it will result in.

But some things you just can’t change.

She knows better with Tim.

She really, really does.

#wrote this last night directly in post #my phone autocorrects her to hee. for some reason. god knows why. genuinely #so if there’s any mistakes. i didn’t edit it too much or read too closely #it was just a silly little thought that ended up turning out a pretty good scene #i’m not sure if i’ll put this somewhere on ao3. maybe

[wolfverse-stories]

It's the end of the world as we know it (And I'm not fine)

(Reverse Robins / Zombie au)

Chapter 3

   Bart wasn't doing too good at all. No matter how hard Tim tried the kid's fever just would not go down. He had found some medicine but it didn't seem to make any difference.

     "Hey buddy" Tim muttered gently stroking his hair "I want to try the medicine again, Think you can sit up and take it?" 

     "Umm," Bart slowly sat up just enough to take the medicine before falling back down from exhaustion. If things didn't get better soon he was going to have to do something drastic.

    He sighed walking back into the living room. Jason was curled up on the couch with a book he had found.

     "What are you reading?" Tim asked walking towards the couch 

     "Pride and Prejudice," Jason said turning back to his book.

     "I thought you already read that," Tim said sitting down next to him.

     "Yeah, but it's my comfort book" He snuggled closer to his older brother.

     "I don't think I've read it before," Tim said gently running his fingers through Jason's hair.

     "Then I'll read it to you" Jason offered.

     "I'd like that" Tim smiled listening to Jason read as he drifted off.

Meanwhile

     "And it looks like that does it for the gas" Wally muttered as the car came to a stop. Everyone got out quietly gathering the bags.

     "Try to keep the noise down, we don't want to  attract any infected, it's  a three days walk from here" Damian turned to his younger sister "Cass you're the most alert so you take the lead I'll watch the back"

Timeskip

     Cass led the way with Steph right behind her carrying Dick. Wally and Damian walked behind them keeping a careful eye out.

     "We should have a movie night once we get to the tower" Wally suggested slowing down to walk beside Damian.

     "What?" Damian turned towards the redhead "Only you could think about a movie night during the end of the world"

     "Why not ninety percent of movies are about the end of the world" Wally smiled.

     "And that's exactly what everyone needs right now" Damian rolled his eyes.

     "I was thinking feel-good movies you know like the classic Disney cartoons" Wally explained.

     "I wouldn't call Disney feel-good movies Bambi's mom dies, Simba's dad dies, old yeller dies, and don't even get me started on the yearling"

     "Have you seen any Disney movies that aren't about animals?"

Meanwhile

     Tim gently dabbed the damp towel on Bart's forehead. The kid was shaking badly and having a hard time breathing. No matter what Tim tried he just kept getting worse. Tim let other a sigh before walking out of the bedroom. Jason looked up from the book he was reading as soon as he entered the room.

     "How's he doing?" Though his voice was calm Tim could clearly see the fear in his little brother's eyes.

     "Not good I got his fever to go down a little but if he doesn't get the proper food intake his bodies he won't be able to fight this" Tim frowned washing his hands.

     "I can't believe how fast it hit him one minute he's perfectly fine and the next..." He trailed off looking at the ground.

     "Speedsters don't usually get sick and when they do their immune system works fast to heal them," Tim said drying his hands off "But Bart hasn't been able to get enough nutrients and his body is shutting down, Speedsters can't last long without eating enough"

     "So what do we do?" Jason started at his older brother begging for an answer.

     "I have to go back to the cave" Tim sighed "Bruce kept a stash of emergency food for speedsters mostly super calorie bars and stuff like that It should be enough until we get to the watch tower"

    "You can't" Jason stared at him in horror "Going back there is a suicide mission"

     "I don't have much of a choice" Tim frowned looking over at the sleeping kid in the other room.

Meanwhile

     "It's getting late we should make camp for tonight" Steph suggested helping Dick up. Damian wanted to argue but decided against it seeing the exhausted look on everyone's face.

     "Fine Cass keep an eye out while me and West can set up the campsite" Damian nodded pulling out a few supplies. Wally quickly gathered wood and started a fire so they could cook.

     "Here," Dick smiled holding up a few plants "These are eatable right?"

     "Yep, good job kiddo" Wally smiled ruffling his hair.

     "I wanted to get more but these were all I could find"  Dick frowned.

     "This is more than enough" Wally reassured him.

     "You did good Richard" Damian agreed joining them.

     "Good job little brother" Cass smiled giving him a thumbs up

Timeskip

     After eating they all gathered around the fire getting ready for sleep. Damian sat off by him as he watched Cass wrapping a blanket around her and Dick. Wally slowly got up and walked over to Damian, his movements were clumsy and he was breathing heavily.

     "You okay?" Damian asked studying the speedster.

     "Yeah, just a little tired" Wally responded sitting down next to him "Something wrong big bird?"

     "Nothing" Damian replied looking away.

     "Okay let me rephrase that" Wally leaned in front of him "I know somethings wrong so can we skip the whole lone bat thing and you just tell me what's troubling you"

    "Just thinking about Tim and Jason" Damian sighed.

     "I'm sure they're all fine" Wally gave him a reassuring smile "After all their robins"

     "Tim was a Robin and it got him blown up in a warehouse" Damian responded grimly.

     "And he came back" Wally pointed out "Besides Tim's got Rose now and Rose won't let anything happen to her 'Undead Nerd' "

     "I suppose you're right" Damian nodded. Rose may be a manipulative psychopath but she was also very protective.

     "Besides both Tim and Jason grew up on zombie shooter games" Wally added.

     "Tim cheated at those games" Damian narrowed his eyes.

     "You're just mad because he beat you" Wally chuckled.

     "It's my turn to watch, you two get some sleep" Steph ordered. Wally responded by sticking out his tongue.

     "Real mature West" Damian rolled his eyes unable to suppress a small smile.

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#fanfic #batfam #tim drake #zombies #damian wayne #jason todd #reverse robins #reverse batfam #ao3 #batman #wally west

[itsatoyboat]

i finished true colors and i’m having a lot of thoughts that i NEED to talk about.

(if this is gonna be long idk, i apologize for your eyeballs)

1. i honestly didn’t like alex at all when i saw the trailer, i was thinking “hmm idk about this one” but as soon as i started to play the game i fell so in love with her, she is so freaking smart and funny, she genuinely cares about the people around her and her story it’s very different from the other characters from LIS anthology. i truly enjoyed seeing alex’s development throughout the game especially her realizing that her powers can actually help the people around her and not harm anyone, the way she controls it after her conversation with gabe was such an awesome upgrade from the alex who was so ashamed of her power to alex superwoman. i liked how the game explored her emotions and her mind about the past, the mine part where alex was struggling to feel everything she felt in those days and then embracing everything was one of my favorite parts. it shows a lot of growth.

2. this game has AMAZING CHARACTERS, every single one of the characters was well written, they had life, they had problems, they had their own emotions with private stuff that was going on in their lives and you could actually talk to them and meet their “layers”. mac for an example was an asshole but i couldn’t pretend i didn’t felt his concern and fear around typhon, the way he was terrified about everyone hating him, he was scared for his life and being very paranoid, i was concerned about him and the game giving you the choice to speak to him or leaving him was a tricking decision cause you could leave him alone suffering or try to help him out, maybe saving his life and this is a lot but he’s alive. the game makes him real and that’s what makes me INSANE about the characters. i know, i’m talking about a game where you’re supposed to feel the characters’ feelings but that could possibly go wrong as well if the characters were shallow and poorly explored and that’s not the case with true colors. they had purpose.

3. alex’s power it’s probably my favorite power. the choices in this game was way harder than the first two games, the craziest thing is you can choose if you want to take someone else’s feeling so they can stop feeling that way, saving them from themselves making alex suffer instead and that's selfish. don’t get me wrong, i’m not calling alex a selfish person but taking someone else’s feeling doesn’t make anything better, you’re taking their right to heal, to be alive and that is so fucking awesome. you have this power to help someone, to “take their pain away” and you will learn that people need to feel what they are supposed to feel so they can move forward cause if we don’t, we are never going to learn. we see that charlotte is pretty angry about gabe’s death, she blames everyone but mostly ethan, she is miserable. alex can choose between taking charlotte’s anger or leave her. if alex takes charlotte’s anger, charlotte is left completely empty, she doesn’t feel anything and when i say anything it’s anything. she is left emotionless and bitter, she doesn’t pass through her way of mourning for gabe and she doesn’t have alex’s back when alex confronts jed. if alex leave charlotte to her anger we have a nice moment between them on the festival, talking about what happened and charlotte gets alex’s back on the black lantern and that’s what i mean from being selfish, if we take someone else’s feelings we are being unfair to them, we are choosing for them and people are supposed to feel, heal in their own time or overcome. by taking charlotte’s anger we deprived her from healing, we are not helping her, we are just making an natural process even more difficult and slower. alex being able to hear what someone is thinking and enter that person’s world from what they are feeling at that moment it’s the best detail for me, everything changes, we get to see the world through that person’s eyes, we can understand them but we decide what to do with that, we can be selfish or actually help. of course, we can take pike’s situation for an example also, if we take his fear we can help him overcome typhon and we get to expose jed but pike’s fear was necessary to take and charlotte was not necessary, pike at least had the pendrive with the recorded calls on it so we had a chance for things to get better.

4. chapter 5 was an amazing ending. finding out the truth about typhon, jed was never a hero, alex confronting her past, the confrontation and seeing who was going to be on your side, alex’s final conversation with gabe and the end, it was better than i thought it could be. i truly loved seeing alex’s past, even with everything that went down she turned to be a good person who wanted to be loved (her passion for music being the thing that helped her connected to me in a lot of levels, that creep cover though i screamed so hard when she started to sing). the mine part was absolutely insane not just alex surviving that fall discovering that gabe was looking for his dad for so long, jed knowing it and all of this time his dad actually died because of jed, alex finding the truth by taking her mom’s necklace back from what was left of that accident it’s so heartbreaking, the confrontation was crazy, i thought no one was going to believe alex because jed was so loved by everyone there it would be so easy to doubt alex and just be on jed’s side which was what ryan did but it’s understandable, jed was his dad, his hero. alex’s speech on jed exposing him after everything was one of the best monologues on that game and man this game had AMAZING dialogues and monologues, everything felt so real and beautiful, the best part of it it’s to forgive jed that’s where alex break him, he regrets everything even more cause when we find out the truth. we find out why jed never enjoyed talking about being the hero of haven springs. at the end jed wasn’t entirely a bad person cause when we forgive him he gives back alex her dad’s jacket talking about how he wanted to give it to gabe but couldn’t, that’s something that made me love even more the characters even jed that was the “villain”, which i don’t think he is. what he did was terrible and he knew that, he tried to pretend nothing happened when alex started to talk but at the end he broke, that always haunted him and that’s the difference between him and jefferson who was actually the villain in life is strange he wasn’t forced to do those things, he killed rachel, he killed chloe, he manipulated nathan, he was going to kill max and if max didn't stopped him on the arcadia bay ending he would kill even more students at blackwell.

5. alex and steph relationship was the purest thing on this game, it was smooth, it was organic, it wasn’t something out of the blue, steph liked alex since the beginning. the plan to pick someone to flirt with diane and get her pendrive i chose ryan and afterwards steph started to feel something, she was so upset that alex used to think ryan was “hotter than her” (i only chose ryan cause i didn’t want to see steph flirting with diane but i saw the scene where we pick steph and omg i should’ve chosen steph cause that scene it’s hilarious), steph was happier around alex, every time she had an opportunity to flirt with alex she took it. seeing their love grow through the chapters was beautiful, i know we can choose ryan over steph but i don’t believe ryan liked alex the way steph did, you can literally see that no matter what alex did steph was going to support her and look at her with so much love and respect and that’s why i think alex and steph’s relationship it’s so pure and right. also they looked so good playing together it’s so cute that they have the same passion for music and THAT LARP SCENE FOR GOD’S SAKE MY HEART MELTED!

6. this part is exclusively to talk about LARP and the fight scenes, it reminded me so much of final fantasy it was so COOL, well thought and so fun. it was awesome to see everyone taking care of ethan and doing their best to make him happy.

7. talking about ethan, this game opened a conversation in my head about charlotte and ethan, i started to think a lot about what charlotte said about ethan how she felt happier when gabe was around and now she was stuck with only ethan again, it made me think that maybe charlotte didn’t want to have a child or if she didn’t had ethan she could have gabe again. that could open a conversation about women who didn’t want to become a mom but it doesn’t mean that charlotte would hurt ethan which makes total sense to decide to leave her alone and not take her anger, she would never hurt ethan. it was again another tricking decision cause we get concerned about ethan when charlotte starts to talk but we know deep down she cares so much about her son, she does everything for him.

life is strange true colors became my favorite life is strange, the story it’s different and great, it’s literally finding the truth about everything, when we understand people’s feelings we discover the truth about them and situations, we understand everything. this game actually made me cry harder and think so much even more than the first one and boy i love the first one so badly. it talks a lot about empathy and how we react to people’s emotions, your choices in this game are way harder than messing with time or moving things with your mind, it’s choices about things that could happen in real life eventually and that is what makes this game so important to me, it’s real.

and also it's the first life is strange to have happy endings like.. ok big steps for my non depression finally

#life is strange #life is strange true colors #alex chen #gabe chen #max caulfield #chloe price #square enix #game #games #gaming #god i wrote so much #steph gingrich #life is strange 2 #life is strange before the storm #ryan lucan

[catxsnow]

BROKEN ROSES - DAMIJON

Summary: Damian hated Valentine’s day more than anything. Jon thought it was romantic, he wanted Damian to be able to appreciate the holiday just as much as him.

Warning: fluff, angst, mentions of blood and Damian beating up a thug while Jon’s a cutie. 

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I, much like Damian here, don’t like it very much but me and my mututals decided to do a little secret santa for Valentine’s day and I got Ms. @screennamealreadyused​ and went with a little Damijon 

I know it’s not my usual writing but I thought I would post it nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy! 

Word Count: 4k

Valentines Day had to be one of the silliest days of the year. 

It was simply an excuse for couples to get out for the night and go on a date or drop the kids off so parents could have a night to themselves. To put it lightly, it was just a day that forced pressure on boyfriends and girlfriends to waste money on chocolates and roses. Not to mention it left all those who were single feeling lonelier than ever. 

It wasn't like Christmas where you got to spend time with family or Halloween where you could dress up and go party. Even St. Patricks day was better than Valentine's Day. The holiday was something that was easy to dread as it rolled around each new year. Holiday, if you could even call it that. 

Maybe the reason that he hated it so much was because every couple he knew soaked up the twenty-four hours of pure romance. If they were truly in love, they'd spend every day of the year treating each other like they would on the fourteenth of February.

Single people everywhere found themselves alone in their room or making a desperate attempt at a bar to find someone for the night. It was pathetic, almost. Why should they feel the need to suffer just because they hadn't met their match yet? Why should those lucky enough to fall in love get to celebrate? Didn't they have enough already? 

The other reason he hated it so much was because he never had a reason to understand it. Never in love, never feeling loved by that one person that was supposed to mean everything to him. Never being brought flowers or gifts because someone was so head over heels in love that they wanted to express it in every way possible. 

Valentine's was just another day of crime-fighting and sore muscles. A night of saving couples from greedy thugs or saving young women who had the unfortunate of running into desperate men. A night of coming home with bruises and an empty room. A manor that was far larger for just three people. 

Selina was meant to drag Bruce out on some extravagant night in the town on Valentine's day. Dick and Kori had their own plans in San Francisco. Tim and Steph even wanted to go out on a date even if their relationship had been anything but stable at that point. Jason himself probably had some sort of plans to lounge around a bar until a woman joined his side. 

That left Damian home alone in a massive manor with no plans and a  heart filled with hatred. He'd spend another night of saving lives just to feel like something was missing in his own. There was always something missing. Something that kept him up at night wondering what the big deal about love really was. 

He dreaded the next day. 

"It's ridiculous! Why would anyone want to come up with such a silly way to spend your day?" Damian's cape snapped in the harsh winds. The cold winds felt as if it was cutting through his skin as he ran across rooftops. Another night of Gotham's winter, another night of taking down worthless thugs. 

His face burned with the cold. Joints sore as he jumped down the emergency stairs on the side of an old building when hearing screams. He could barely feel the hits on his knuckles when beating up the fool that tried to fight him instead of running. Only when he remained on the ground, blood pouring from his nose did Damian stop. 

"I think it's cute," Jon finally spoke up. The drastic change of Jon’s words and the scene before them nearly made Damian snicker. "Mom and Dad always go out on dates, he buys her flowers, makes breakfast. They've been doing it forever. How could you hate a day that's supposed to be filled with love?" 

"If true love really exists," Damian pulled his grappling gun from his belt and shot it up to the building ahead. He landed on top of the roof once more, waiting for his friend to join him. "Why does there need to be one day to express it? Why not every day?" 

"It is every day, Robin," Jon tried to explain. Trying to explain something like this to Damian was like talking to a brick wall. He refused to see the joy in it and wouldn’t admit that someone could love a little extra on a designated day. "When someone's in love every single day is dedicated to make them happy - even when you don't even realize that you're doing it. You don't get to see what someone's like when they're in love. Your parents..." 

Damian narrowed his eyes. There was love between Bruce and Talia, at one point in their loves. It was never true love - no, it was far from that. It was a love of power, strength. Nothing like how Clark and Lois were. If Bruce was lucky, he would finally have found that in Selina - or if he didn't fuck it up before he got the chance to find out. 

"It's idiotic." 

Damian would never admit that he was envious. There was no reason that he needed to waste time being in love, yet there were moments that he wondered what it would be like. The devotion that one had was something that wasn't forced or expected, it was gained over time willingly. 

Being in love was something that he wasn't trained for. His mother never taught him that growing old didn't have to be lonely. He didn't know what it was like to fall asleep next to someone he trusted or waking up just the same way. No one told him what it was like to be in love, and at that point, he didn't care. 

"It's romantic," Jon corrected. He should have known not to bring up the dya with Damian. If there was anyone in this world that was going to hate Valentine’s Day, it was him.  "You just don't want to agree because you've never been in love before." 

"And you have?" Damian scoffed. Jon might have been surrounded by love, but that didn't mean anything when it came to the real deal of it all. He hadn't experienced being in love just the same as Damian. Neither of them knew what it was like - so why did he feel the need to defend it so much? "What does a kid know about love?"

Jon's bottom lip curled into a pout. The cold air didn't seem to bite nearly as harshly as Damian's words. You didn't have to be old to experience love. Kids of all ages experience different kinds of love and all of them were just as valid. Damian, as badly as he didn't want to admit it, had experienced it too. 

It wasn't the same as true love - not like his parents or Dick and Kori or anyone else that he knew. True love didn't come from family, it came from finding yourself in another person. Sometimes, Jon wondered if he found that in Damian. 

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The morning of the fourteenth, Damian woke up grumpy. He glared at the breakfast Alfred made for him and even more so at the red and pink scattered on every screen in Gotham city. The little sleep that he had gotten that night was poor, starting his day off bad enough as it was. It only got worse as it progressed. 

Surely the kids at his school would be excited throughout the entire day. He heard his classmates speak of their crushes or who they wanted to hand out cards to all week and it was beyond disgusting to hear about. He wanted no part of it, but by the giggles and gazes of most the girls in his class, he was bound to be. 

Damian scowled as he found yet another rose tucked away in his possessions. The entirety of the day he had found them. The first was in his locker at school. Just before the first period as he collected his books he had noticed it sitting on the top shelf. No note, no sign of breaking through the lock, just a singular rose. 

He saw the girls that fawned over him giggle at the sight of the flower. His guess that it had been from one of them and that they had asked a teacher to open it up to place it in. Loose petals fell through his books and his whole locker smelled of perfume. Without a word, he shoved it back in, hearing the crack of the stem from his aggression. 

The next had been in his desk at third-period class. He hadn't pulled it out, not wanting to give the satisfaction to whoever had put it there. They were going all in, he had to give them props for that. Nonetheless, he was still angered at the idea of someone falling into the scheme of Valentine's and putting its effects on him. 

Damian wasn't interested. At all. 

The third was one that had been tucked into his backpack. He wasn't sure how someone had gotten it there considering his bag had been with him for most of the day. It joined the rest of the broken flowers that were shoved in the back of his locker and not to be looked at again. 

Whoever had the silly idea that he had to be a pawn in this ridiculous holiday was going to suffer, greatly. Damian was not about to participate in the day's events of someone trying to either profess their love or admit a crush. He wanted no part of any of it - especially on that specific day. 

The ruined roses were scrunched up in his hand as he walked towards the car that Alfred was to drive him home in. Red petals trailed behind him. Alfred was standing just outside the car, waiting for Damian to arrive. His eyes were glued to the flowers, curious about where they had come from. 

"A secret admirer, Master Damain?" Alfred cocked an eyebrow. Damian said nothing, though the scowl on his face grew - even more so when the back door was opened for him only to reveal yet another. It rested on the leather interior, this time a small note attached to it as well. 

"What's this, Pennyworth? Who put that there?" 

"I'm afraid I don't know, I've been standing here this whole time," Alfred had been just as confused as Damian. How had someone managed to sneak into the car while he was standing right there? The young boy hesitated before snatching the note off the seat - likely it was from the same person who had scattered them around all day to find. 

However, the paranoid side of him was ready to believe that it was one of his enemies trying to forsake him. The note was typed, no clear sign of who could have left it. If Damian was weary enough, he could run it for fingerprints back at the cage, however, after reading it, he believed it to simply just be the same secret admirer he had all along. 

Happy Valentine's Day, Damian! I hope your day was filled with love <3 xx

Damian cringed at the typed heart. If someone wanted to tell him of their feelings, they should say it to his face rather than these cryptid roses - and most importantly on any other day of the year. He wouldn't accept it. 

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Damian grumbled as he walked through his empty home. Just as expected, it had been cleared of all residents, leaving him by himself on the ever so blessed, Valentine's Day. His ribs were wrapped from his night of patrol, a bruise just under his eye, and his ankle was sore from a bad landing. 

The entirety of his night out he had been saving unfortunate couples, finding a plethora of flowers shoved in trash cans, and many retched window views. He was fine without Bruce for the night, though he would admit that activity was higher than usual. Damian's body ached from the extra hits he had gotten, even after his hot shower. 

A poorly made sandwich was held between his teeth as he scrolled through the tablet in his hands. Bruce's location was halfway across the city, just as it had been the whole night. Whatever he and Selina were up to that night, he wanted no part of knowing. 

Besides, his mind had been preoccupied with the roses that he had received that day. They were scattered on his desk, only one of them remaining fully intact. It wasn't that he was curious as to why they were sent to him - it was obvious being the Wayne heir and all. However, he hadn't talked to anyone at his school for them to put in this much effort for him. 

The whole night that he was out he was distracted by who had gotten him the roses. Damian had become even more annoyed at the secret admirer. 

A tapping came from his window. Damian took another bite of his sandwich and tossed the tablet onto his bed. The dimly lit room made it hard to see who was knocking on his window this late at night, though there were only so many people that could get into the manor's grounds anyway. 

Familiar blue eyes and a mop of black hair that didn't resemble his father's grinned at him. Damian rolled his eyes but opened the locked window for his friend to enter. 

"Isn't it past your bedtime, Kent?" Damian scoffed. It was already nearing dawn, whatever he showed up in Gotham for had to have been important. Usually, it was Damian making late-night trips to the Kent farm to drag Jon somewhere, this had been a strange turn of events that he had to admit he hadn't expected. 

Jon pulled himself into the room. He rubbed his hands together, cold after waiting outside for longer than he would like to admit. His eyes immediately met the broken roses on Damian's desk. A frown grew on his face at the thought of Damian ruining the flowers the moment they were in his palm. 

He picked up the broken roses as Damian threw on a sweater. The blast of air that had entered his room left him chilled. Besides, he didn’t need Jon to see the bruises that he had gotten that night. Whenever he saw Damian injured it always had him worried. 

"You broke them," Jon's jaw trembled. A beautiful piece of nature that had been wilted with death. Damian was just the same. A beautiful soul that had been raised in horrendous ways leaving him tainted with darkness. He deserved better, just as the roses had. 

"Some fool left them in my possessions," Damian rolled his eyes. He returned to the tablet, this time looking at the news that he had missed while he was out. Jon stared hopelessly at the roses. The once beautiful petals, now crushed and missing. Maybe broken flowers were a clear sign to a broken heart. 

Jon felt his own fall with the weight of Damian's grudge. He should have known better than to leave mysterious flowers on the one day of the year that Damian hated the most. Why would he believe that he would actually care - or even more so believe that it was him. There was no love in him on that day. 

Hell, it was hard to believe that there was any love in him on half the days. 

"Fool," Jon scoffed to himself. Nothing but a fool to Damian, even without knowing that it was him that left the roses. His eyes sealed shut, tears brimming against his lids but refusing to let them fall. He could have easily walked away from this. Jon could have not told Damian that it was him that left the flowers, that he was the helpless fool that had fallen in love with his best friend. 

Walk away and no one gets hurt. Walk away, and hide his feelings forever. Jon was tired of hiding everything about himself. He couldn't tell people that he was the son of Superman. He couldn't use his powers in front of people without them figuring out that he was Superboy. He couldn't even tell his best friend the nature of his true feelings. 

Maybe he was a fool. 

"Someone went through the time and effort to give you these and you couldn't even care less?" Jon set the roses back on the desk. His arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at Damian. He only shrugged. "How can your heart be so filled with hate when all people do is give you love?!" 

Damian's eyes narrowed. Jon might have been vocal about his spontaneous plans when out in the field, but not like this when they were stuck in civvies. Whatever got him upset like this must have been important. 

"Why do you care?" 

"Because you never accept when people want to care for you!" Jon threw his arms up. "You always try to make it out like you don't need anyone, there's nothing wrong with needing someone! Even Batman needs his friends and family so why can't you just admit that you don't want to be alone all the time?" 

"I'm perfectly capable of being on my own, clearly. Attachments are simply a way of holding me back," Damian got defensive. He stood up and jabbed a finger at Jon's chest. The last kind of lecture that he needed was one about love. Love was the last thing on his mind when he lived the life of Robin right alongside the Bat. "Attachments hold everyone back, it's a weakness." 

"Attachments, love, it's what gives people strength, Damian" Jon thought just like his own father. Love was what kept him human, love was what reminded him to never cross that line no matter what. It should have been the same that kept Damian from crossing that line once again. Instead, he took after his own father thinking that he could do everything on his own. 

"I'm tired of looking at you and only seeing a broken boy who's scared to love someone. I'm terrified that you're going to forget that there's people in this world that care for you and you're going to make a sacrifice that you can't come back from! You're more than just a mask Damian, you're a friend, a brother! You're a son.

"Stop thinking that you have to do it all on your own. You're not a grown-up, you don't need to grow up alone. You have Bruce, your brothers... you have me, Damian. You'll always have me, even if you don't want to admit it." 

Damian was silent. His thoughts were like a maze trying to figure out just the right path that would lead to the meaning behind all of Jon's words. The outburst, the sadness at his roses, the fear in his eyes that he had when mention the thought of losing Damian forever. 

Jon had left the roses. 

Jon Kent. His best friend, partner against crime, the one person outside his family that he could trust. He had left the roses for Damian throughout the day and was forced to listen to him bash the idea of it all. Horror struck his face, not for the fact that he had left him, but that he had completely insulted the idea of the broken roses. 

Why did Jon leave them to begin with? To try and prove a point about Valentine's day? Did he plan to do it before even knowing about Damian's opinions about the holiday? If he didn't, what was his motive? 

Damian felt like a fool. He was the son of the world's greatest detective, how did he not know that it was the one person he was closest to? He should have paid more attention at Gotham Academy, maybe then he would have seen Jon sneaking around. 

"Why did you leave them?" Damian asked in a quiet voice. The silence that had occurred between them was borderline painful. Jon had been anxious about what Damian was thinking about and he was right to. How could he expect that he wouldn't figure it out. 

Jon trembled. His hands shook at his sides, breath shaky. Everything could be ruined. A spontaneous idea that was brought to life out of love could be ruined with hate. He couldn't lose Damian, not now, not ever. He meant to0 much to him. 

"I wanted to give you a reason to feel loved on Valentine's Day." It was the partial truth. He did want Damian to see that the day wasn't a reason to hate, it was a reason to love, to feel love or to give it. Jon couldn't bring himself to say the words so desperate to escape his throat. 

"I wanted you to see that you didn't have to hate on a day that was meant to be filled with so much love. You deserve love just as much as anyone else Damian, I hate seeing you think otherwise. You're not broken, you're human. It's okay to feel things. Do you know how hard it is to know that the person you love doesn't want to be loved?"

Jon's voice cracked. Tears welled in his eyes as he watched Damian's emotionless face set in stone. Weak fists hit his chest. Damian grabbed his fists before they could hit his chest again. His grip wasn't rough, though his eyes still held no feeling. 

"I'm sorry," Jon whispered, head hung low. There was no reason for him to feel sorry, he had done nothing wrong. Yet, under the judging gaze of Robin, he felt the need to apologize for expressing himself. However, it wasn't just his own behavior. He felt the need to apologize that Damian had grown up without love, that he believed that he wasn't capable of such a primal emotion. 

Damian dropped Jon's fists. There was a moment that he thought that he was going to pull away. Damian threw his arms around Jon, pulling him tight against his chest. Though he was more confused than ever, he knew one thing: he cared for Jon, always. 

"Broken roses for a broken person." Damian had never seen himself as broken. He was born to be the best, to be undefeated. He was born to lead, to be the best warrior that the world had seen. Coming to Gotham, one of the worst cities in the county, he had found that maybe he was broken. 

Jon was right, he had been raised to see love as a weakness. Love was nothing but a hostage and he wasn't about to fall in a trap. Damian loved his mother, his father. He reluctantly loved his brothers, but it wasn't the same kind of love that Jon was talking about. 

One day he would understand what it was like to be in love. One day he would accept that love wasn't something to be scared of, it was something to embrace. Damian would know what it was like to be in love, just as his parents, his brothers, his friends. 

"You're not broken," Jon repeated. His fists gripped into Damian's shirt as he accepted the hug. Warm breath fanned against the older boy's neck that sent a chill down his spine. His instinct told him to move, to get away and remain safe. His heart told him that he was safe. 

He was broken. A hopeless boy that didn't know what love was. However, if there was one person that would show him the way, the right way, it was Jon. His roses that day were broken and missing petals. Thorns pricked anyone that decided to come near. 

Broken roses could be just as beautiful when the right person found a way to avoid the thorns. 

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Remember When 21- Back Again

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Whatever Tim was expecting when he opened his door a very angry Barb was not something her thought to predict. She couldn't even form the words to tell him how angry she was but she didn't give him an option to refuse to let her in or to let her sleep in his spare room. She pushed past him with her bag and put it in the room and then started cleaning his mess from his all nighter and day of avoidance.

She had actually gotten the place to look pretty decent, even if it was done while she was angrily muttering under her breath. Tim was trying to work up the courage to ask her what was going on when there was another knock on the door a little while later. Steph came in with take out for all of them and a bag of groceries. She appeared to be planning to stay awhile too but she didn't have an overnight bag so maybe she wasn't moving in.

"Okay, what is going on?" Tim asked.

"How much have you told him?" Steph asked Barb.

"She hasn't said anything and I am right here. You can talk to me rather than in front of me. I was dumped, not destroyed." Tim said.

The two ladies shared a look before Barb started talking.

"The thing is, it may have started with her."

"I'm assuming you are fighting with Dick and that is why you are here. Are you suggesting that you and Dick fought about Marinette?" Tim asked.

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Patrol that night was brief. Batman and Nightwing went out to keep an eye on things. Oracle didn't show so Alfred sat at the computer to guide them. Robin went with Batgirl but she was mostly just there to talk in their ears about how badly they screwed up. Robin was irritated since he would rather focus on his duty but Batman and Nightwing just wanted to be away from the censure.

The next night wasn't any better. Batgirl had gotten a lot quieter though but she left after only a few minutes. She did confirm what they suspected, that Barb and Tim had blocked everyone's numbers from showing notifications so they could have space. Jason refused to participate either way. He stayed away and said he would continue to stay away until they resolved the matter without him. Cass hadn't actually been seen by anyone except Alfred. Her Black Bat costume had been used both nights but she didn't get involved with them at all.

The next day Barb returned to the manor. Dick rushed to her when he saw her but she held up her hand to stop him.

"Do not speak to me. I'm still mad at you."

Dick made a series of noises that was simultaneously his enthusiasm for having her back but his trying to reign it in so he didn't push her away again. He reached out his hand in an offer to help with her bag. He managed to not talk to her but he couldn't get rid of his grin at her returning to the manor.

Bruce saw them all head out but he went the other way to get in his car.

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Marinette turned around in the cafe. She was really looking forward to her time off after her shift. Mostly because she stayed up far too late the last couple nights making the sweater for Tim. She didn't think it would ever get to him but she still thought of him as she chose the softest yard she could find. It was more expensive but it has turned out perfectly. It was in Red Robin's colors and said 'spilled coffee awearness' which she thought Tim would find amusing.

She decided she would survive because they would only be open another hour and it wasn't usually very busy. But the whole atmosphere of the dinner changed in an instant. She couldn't see the man from where she was but she headed over with the coffee pot to greet the man everyone seemed in awe of. The saucer clattered loudly when she did recognize him. She supposed all of the bat team was wrong about them not being recognized without their masks. The collective reaction to him disproved that idea, but that she would bring that up to him right now.

It was clear to both of them that they recognized each other. He opened his mouth to explain but she was faster. She sloshed coffee into his mug and dropped a menu stating someone would be right back to help him before rushing away. She stopped the other waitress who was wiping tables before she left to see if she wanted to switch.

"You want to leave early?" Laura asked.

"I know it's your turn but I'm really tired and anxious to start my days off. I'll come in early for you Sunday. I know you hate opening Sundays."

"Done. I really do hate early shifts. Plus you are probably losing out on a big tip."

They walked to the back together to make a note on the schedule before Laura headed back to the tables and Marinette grabbed her bag and fled.

Her heart was still pumping quickly when she got home. She couldn't just sit and relax as she usually would after work. She cleaned her entire apartment in a frenzy. While she was cleaning out the fridge she started throwing things in a pot. She was half done before she realized she was making her mom's soup. It was the first thing her mother taught her to cook. Her mother told her it was the first thing her mother had taught her as well. It was making the soup that calmed her more than anything.

She finished wiping things down in the kitchen and mopped the floor really quickly so the pot was the only thing left to clean today. She stirred it and turned the burner off so she could get a shower while the flavors continued melding together. She put on her comfiest loungewear and wrapped herself in a blanket as she ate. The music was playing softly and she laid her head back with her eyes closed while she listened.

She wasn't sure if she had relaxed just for a moment or if she had drifted off when a loud crash came from outside her apartment followed by a shout and sounds of a struggle. Her hair was still wet so it couldn't have been too long but it was starting to get dark outside.

She rushed to the door to see what the commotion was, looking out her peephole. Someone was being attacked in the hallway. She grabbed her umbrella by the door and rushed out to help or to scare off the attacker.

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We’ll Make it Right For You

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Tim’s reflection stops in the doorway, taking in the scene before him. Steph’s shirt is still rucked up, showing off her ugly C-section scar. Tim insists that every part of her is beautiful, scars and all, but Steph knows better. She sees how people stare on the rare occasions in which she dares to wear a crop top, wondering what kind of a slut could have gotten pregnant so young. “Steph? You okay?”

“Do you think she hates me?” She doesn’t need to clarify who she’s talking about; they’ve had this conversation enough times for Tim to know by now.

Stephanie forgets sometimes. Not often. Never for longer than a few minutes at a time. But on days when there is nothing to feel but Gotham’s smoggy air and the sensation of flying through the streets on a gravity-defying grapple, she forgets about the scar. She forgets about all of it. Steph stands in front of her floor-length mirror now, her lavender tank top rolled up to just above her belly button. She doesn’t think about it much, not unless she brushes over it in the shower or is mourning the ability to wear a bikini at a public beach. Steph twists back and forth in the mirror, examining it from all angles. The scar isn’t huge, not gnarled or overly ridged. But even after five years, it’s still a vibrant, angry red. Steph runs her index finger across the scar, edge to edge. Feels the bumps and grooves in the flesh. She makes it a general rule not to think about her baby. It’s too painful, armed with too many memories she’d rather keep locked away in the past. Still, curiosity is a persistent thing. What is she like? Does she have blonde hair and blue eyes like Steph, or does she more closely resemble her deadbeat sperm donor? Does she have a firecracker personality or is she well-behaved, undeniably good through and through? Does she wonder about the mother who abandoned her? Does she resent her for it?

“Hey, Steph, do you know where that stain remover stuff is? I spilled Chipotle on my shirt which wouldn’t be a huge deal except that this is actually Jason’s shirt and I’m just borrowing it without permission, and the last time I did this he said he’d break into our apartment and pee on our couch and he’s not the type to give out empty threats, so��”

Tim’s reflection stops in the doorway, taking in the scene before him. Steph’s shirt is still rucked up, showing off her ugly C-section scar. Tim insists that every part of her is beautiful, scars and all, but Steph knows better. She sees how people stare on the rare occasions in which she dares to wear a crop top, wondering what kind of a slut could have gotten pregnant so young. “Steph? You okay?” “Do you think she hates me?” She doesn’t need to clarify who she’s talking about; they’ve had this conversation enough times for Tim to know by now. He lingers in the doorway for only a second. He comes up and wraps his arms around Steph from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. His hands cover hers over her stomach, blocking the scar from view. “I don’t think anyone could ever hate you.” “You know that’s not true.” “She doesn’t hate you, Steph.” “She’s old enough to wonder about it. About the birth mother who abandoned her.” “You didn’t abandon her. She’s growing up somewhere with her family, happy and safe and grateful for her life. She can’t hate you for that.” “She might when she grows up.” “You kidding? If anything, she’s going to think about you and wonder what a great person her birth mother must have been. She’s going to think, ‘wow, my mother loved me enough to give me my best shot. She must have been so strong.’” There’s a longing in Tim’s voice that can’t be ignored, but Steph doesn’t dare ask what’s going through his mind. If he’s feeling the same loss Steph does. They don’t talk about that part, but Steph knows about the sonogram photo Tim keeps in one of the smaller photo albums on his bedroom shelf. Just as Tim has seen the baby blanket Steph shoved deep in the recesses of her closet and only dares to look at on dark days. They don’t talk about any of it, not out loud. “Do you think she has siblings, wherever she is?” Steph asks. “God, I hope not.” Steph snickers. “You’re only saying that because you have five of them.” “Need I remind you that I was an only child for most of my life? I had no idea how good I had it. Last night Duke switched out my smoke grenades with confetti bombs. I spent an hour picking rainbow confetti out of my hair.” That makes Steph laugh for real this time. Then Tim’s expression turns tentative, musing. “You know, Bruce still keeps tabs on her like he promised. If you want—” “No.” Steph shakes her head. “I can’t do that.” “The adoptive parents did give you their information if you ever wanted to reach out. You could meet her, maybe get some photos to see how she’s growing up.” Steph would be lying if she said the concept wasn’t tempting. She bites her lip, closing her eyes at the feeling of Tim’s pinkie idly tracing shapes over her belly. “You know when you tell yourself, ‘I won’t have any cake today,’ and you do a great job of it because there’s no cake around to eat? But then you go to a birthday party and actually see the cake sitting there all delicious-looking, and suddenly you can’t stop yourself from shoving the whole thing in your mouth because it’s, like, right there.” “I’m guessing she’s the cake in this scenario?” Steph nods. “If I know where she is or what she looks like, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep myself away again. It’s easier if I don’t have any contact with her at all.” Tim doesn’t dispute her or try and convince her otherwise. He just nods and holds Steph tighter against himself, supporting her when she needs it so desperately. “What can I do to make you feel better right now? Anything you want.” Steph looks away from the mirror for the first time, turning her head to look back at Tim’s face, at the concern etched in every line. “Can you hold me for a while?” “Okay. I can do that.” Tim kisses her bare shoulder and lets her pull him toward the bed. They lie down on their sides, Tim situated behind Steph where he drapes his arm over her stomach to link their fingers together, holding her close. The ache doesn’t lessen. It’s still there, a throbbing sensation in Steph’s chest where her daughter has carved her way into her heart. But with Tim here, his warmth at her back and his nose buried in her blonde curls, it’s muted for the time being. She closes her eyes and soaks it in. “That thing you said earlier,” Tim starts after a few silent minutes, “about her having siblings.” “Yeah?” “What are your thoughts on that?” Steph shrugs. “I grew up an only child, and it got pretty lonely. I hope her parents at least gave her one or two so she won’t be alone.” “What about biologically?” It takes a moment for Steph to get what he’s hinting at. “Oh. Oh. You mean…” Her cheeks warm at the idea and she’s glad that he can’t see her face from this angle. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it. Have you?” “All the time.” Now that’s a surprise. Tim has admitted on quiet nights with no one but Steph and the starry sky listening in that the idea of having kids terrifies him. His own parents screwed up so badly that Tim doesn’t know if it means he’ll be cursed to repeat the cycle. Steph has told him before that of course he would never neglect his kids the way his parents neglected him, but it’s done nothing to assuage his fears. “And what’s the verdict?” she asks, not entirely sure what answer she’s hoping for. “I mean...I don’t hate the idea,” Tim admits. “Not right now, obviously. We’re still kids and I can’t order fast food by myself without panicking, but it’s nice to think about. Getting married, having kids, the whole deal.” She feels his face heat up against her neck. “If that’s what you want, of course.” “Really?” “I don’t know if I’ll ever be a good dad, but...I’ve seen the way you interact with kids, how you protect them as Batgirl. You’re good at it. You’d make a great mom someday.” Steph doesn’t know why that makes her want to cry all of a sudden. She snuggles closer to Tim, tightening her grip on his hand. “Someday,” she agrees.

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Her Eyes (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

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Summary: Spencer talks about things of his life with Reader.

Word Count: 4151

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences. Angst (so sorry)

Warnings: References to death and grief

A/N: So sorry... but I hope the end worth it. The idea came from “Jack y Sarah” movie.

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It was not uncommon for me to wake up in the middle of the night because a nightmare was plaguing my mind. Given all the things that had happened in my life, I was used to it. Sometimes I even missed them. But when I met (Y/N), nightmares stopped. Just like time stopped too. Things began to move in slow motion. Seeing her walk down the hallways of the BAU was perhaps one of my favorite things every morning. I made sure to get there early every day to watch her get out of the elevator, walk through the glass doors, and watch how she sat next to her desk. At first, of course, she didn’t know about my existence. That changed when she was transferred to our team. There I had the opportunity to speak to her for the first time.

It took me eight months to ask her for a coffee date. Another six months to ask her to be my girlfriend. Finally, one more year to ask her to marry me. Although the last statement is not entirely true, I must be honest. She was who ‘suggested’ we could get married. I only bought the ring and chose the moment to pop the question.

Our wedding was simple, only our family and closest friends. Neither (Y/N) nor I liked expensive things, despite Rossi’s insistence on having a big event. The memories of that day are projected in my brain as if I lived them over and over again. She in her beautiful dress, smiling at me and walking to me down the aisle. That smile. God, I can see it now. The same smile was on her face when I came late from work one day: she showed me a positive pregnancy test. We both cried. We had been trying to get her pregnant for months. We wanted so badly to have a child. When she told me, I couldn’t hide my bliss. I think I’ve rarely screamed in my life: that was one of these times. I lifted her off the floor with an embrace that could have lasted an eternity. When we told the team, the hugs and congratulations continued. They were almost as happy as us. Although we knew this meant a change in our lives and at work. (Y/N) could not stay in the field anymore and would leave the BAU for a while. Time enough for our child would grow up a little.

The months of waiting were like that: waiting. A beautiful wait, I must say. Every morning when I woke up, I had the routine of giving two kisses: one on the lips of my beautiful wife and the other on her growing belly. I tried to live the pregnancy phase as intensely as I could by her side. Then, of course, the trips for work continued, but we arranged to enjoy every moment of the process.

“Do you want to know the gender of your baby, or will you wait until the birth?” the doctor asked us when she scanned (Y/N)’s belly on one of the ultrasound appointments. We had both discussed whether we wanted to know or be surprised. However, curiosity was stronger in both of us.

“Yes, we want to know,” (Y/N) said enthusiastically.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor said. I couldn’t contain my tears of emotion—a girl. And although I couldn’t know why I secretly hoped my baby would be a girl.

“She’ll be daddy’s little girl,” assured (Y/N), staring at me and laughing.

-

When we painted the nursery, we didn’t want to do something very extravagant. Our main idea was to get a calm and well-decorated place to have everything we could need, so we chose light tones and some children’s figures to give our daughter a unique space—our daughter, to whom we still could not choose a name. Of the few discussions I had with (Y/N), this one was the most difficult. We both had many ideas but could not agree on any.

“Spencer, you can’t give our little girl this name; she will hate us forever,” (Y/N) said, shaking her head in rejection.

“But my love, it’s a beautiful name. I wouldn’t like our little girl to have a traditional name. She’ll be more than a traditional baby,” I argued.

“Babe, I know. But let’s just try not to be so inventive. Let’s do it for her, okay?”. She insisted again, trying to make me see the reasons.

Finally, we reached an agreement that made us both happy. We hoped she would like it, too, and not hate us as she grows up. When we talked about it at the baby shower, everyone was happy with our decision. That day was unforgettable. Our families and friends reunited for our little girl. Our little girl. Oh God that sounds so good. She must have felt all that love. I’m sure she did because that day, she kicked (Y/N)’s belly like never before. At the end of the day, lying on the couch in our apartment with (Y/N), we were exhausted but happy with all the love we had received. We don’t feel anything, but lucky thanks to the people that rounded us. Even today, I cannot be more grateful. That night we talked a lot about how our new life would be like with our daughter. We talked and tried to imagine what she would be like, her features, her temper.

“She sure will have your nose.” (Y/N) told me.

“Why do you say that?” I asked, laughing.

“Because your nose is beautiful and I love it, therefore, it is fair our daughter inherits it,” (Y/N) said with utter conviction.

“Okay. Well I think she’ll have your eyes,” I declared almost solemnly.

“Why my eyes?”. (Y/N) asked me curiously.

“Because your eyes reflect all the love that one can feel for another human being and because your eyes are kind and full of life. Because your eyes are what light up my life, and I can bet her eyes will light up our lives much more,” I said almost without blinking and barely breathing. I noticed how some tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Wow… you’ve never said something like that… and it’s true you have said very nice things to me, Dr. Reid,” she said, smiling. That night I showed (Y/N) how much I love her, and not just with words.

The following weeks were rough. (Y/N) was in her last phase of pregnancy and looked more tired. I don’t blame her. Our little girl was not making life easier for her. Also, I was away more days than I would have liked. I tried she wouldn’t be alone. Her mom and sister were near to her the days I couldn’t be. When I came home one of those days, I noticed her relieved face when he saw me.

“It’s nice you’ve shown up tonight. I already believed I was going to give birth without you,” (Y/N) said to me in a tired voice and sitting on the couch fighting for a comfortable posture.

“What? now?…” I asked, stunned. She started to laugh but had to stop because it was additional exhaustion for her body.

“No, not now. But believe me, this afternoon I thought it would happen…” she said with a grimace.

“Okay. I think the trips are over for now,” I stated as I called Emily to request prenatal leave. Birth could happen at any minute.

Those days I was home with (Y/N), I tried to make up for all my absences, for every day she had to take care of our daughter in her womb without me being present. I was the first one waking up to make breakfast. We cook together. I spent whole afternoons reading books to both of them. Without a doubt, that was my favorite panorama. I know (Y/N) also enjoyed it; we always did that on the days we had off.

It was early morning. I felt (Y/N) moving in bed. I could tell she was uncomfortable. My sense of alert flared, and I sat up in bed. I saw the pain on her face. I asked her what was going on. She told me it seemed like it was time; birth could occur at any minute.

After being paralyzed for a second, I got up quickly and got dressed. I helped (Y/N) dress lightly and wrapped her in a blanket. Then I took the bag we had prepared from days before, and we left, heading to the hospital.

I could tell (Y/N) was in pain. She was looking at me, trying to regulate her breathing. I told her we were close, to hold on a little longer. It broke my heart to see her like this. At that moment, I would have given everything to be the one who was feeling pain and not her. Our daughter was about to come into this world, and she was wreaking havoc on her mother. It caused a big contradiction in my head.

We arrived at the hospital, and they quickly set (Y/N) in a stretcher. They had her medical records and knew she was in her 37th week. Nurses began preparing her for birth. I also prepared myself. I remember calling (Y/N)’s sister and JJ, asking them to let know the rest of our families and friends. Nurses told me to wait outside a room while they prepared (Y/N).

Time seemed like an eternity. I began to pace a little uneasily until a nurse left the room after 37 minutes and almost 40 seconds. I hastened to speak to her.

“Can I come in now?” I asked anxiously.

“Mr. Reid. You cannot come in for now. We’ll have to do an emergency c-section. For some reason, we don’t know yet, she is bleeding a lot, and we have to confirm she and baby are doing okay.” At some point, I had stopped listening to what the nurse was saying to me. I wasn’t even able to correct the fact she told Mr. Reid instead of Dr. Reid. This was not how it was supposed to be.

“But they… are they okay?” I asked with more fear.

“We are monitoring their condition all the time. Now we’ll take her to the OR. Please, I’m going to ask you to wait in the other room until we have news.” Without saying a word, I nodded. I took off the hospital gown and sat in the waiting room to wait. I was just waiting.

I forgot I called (Y/N)’s sister. She appeared next to her mom. Then JJ came with Emily. Their faces were excited and anxious but changed when they saw me sitting in the waiting room.

“Spencer? Why aren’t you with (Y/N)?” her sister, Steph, asked me. I could only look at Emily and JJ, who immediately suspected something was not going as expected.

“They are doing a c-section now. She won’t have a natural birth”. I said, trying not to alarm anyone. Trying to convince me it was a matter of time to see both my beloved girls. I don’t know if my explanation made them quieter, but they didn’t ask me any more questions. They sat next to me, same as JJ and Emily, who made some calls. I figured the rest of the team was on their way.

The minutes became hours: precisely 2 hours and 12 minutes. A doctor came out of the hallway of one of the ORs and approached where we were.

“(Y/N) Reid’s family?” He asked. I got up immediately.

“I’m her husband,” I said with a trembling voice.

“Mr. Reid. I know your wife came here with a full-term pregnancy and was expected to be a natural birth. Unfortunately, after the water broke, a sudden infection caused significant bleeding, a risk for the baby. After a c-section, we managed to get your daughter born, and she is in perfect condition.” My daughter was born, and she was okay. A sigh left my body.

“And how is my wife? Can I see her?” I asked quickly. The doctor’s face suddenly darkened.

“Your wife is fighting right now. Her body has not reacted so well to the medications, and although we managed to stop the bleeding, her levels have not rebounded in the last hour. Believe me; we are doing everything we can to make her body react to treatment…”. In the distance, I felt how (Y/N)’s mother vanished while Luke tried to hold her. (Y/N)’s sister began to cry, and JJ sought to hug her. I just felt Emily’s hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t react. Fighting? But if everything was just fine. Our daughter was born. She also had to be fine.

“Is she… conscious…? Can I see her…?” I asked automatically.

“Yes. You can see her. You can see your daughter too.” I nodded. The first stop was in the room where my little girl was wrapped and surrounded by nurses who monitored her condition. With a bit of fear, I approached her. My hands were shaking. My heart was pounding. When my eyes saw that small lump moving restlessly, my heart swelled, and I felt an uncontrollable urge to hold her and try to calm her down. One of the nurses took her off the crib and handed her to me. So I could have my baby in my arms. With a smile and all the tenderness the universe could provide, I spoke to calm her down.

“Hey, my little girl. It’s me, your daddy. Sure you’ve heard me before. Yes, I’m the moron who has bored you for months, reading stories to you. That´s right, my little girl. You are everything your mom and I had been waiting for. For so long, you know? You are so perfect, my little girl…”. As I spoke to her, she calmed down. She was no longer moving uncomfortably. For a few seconds, she opened her tiny eyes, and I swear I saw (Y/N)’s eyes in them, a fraction of them at least.

With tears in my eyes, I was only able to return a smile. Fool of me, surely she couldn’t see that. I knew what I have to do next. Very gently, I put my daughter in the hospital crib and went to see (Y/N).

I watched in horror as she lay in the hospital bed connected to tubes and machines. I slowly approached and held her hand, the one without the needles stuck in it. Finally, she was conscious and turned her head to see me.

“Hey,” I said, trying to smile. She smiled back at me. Even in that condition, she kept smiling at me. She wanted to speak, but I tried not to. “No, my love, don’t speak. You just have to keep fighting, okay?“. As expected, she paid little attention to me.

“Did you see our girl? How is she?” She asked me and squeezed my hand.

“Yes, I did. She is doing great. She is so beautiful…” I said, unable to stop the tears from coming out.

“Isn’t she?… I knew she would have your nose,” she mumbled, trying to joke. That also made me laugh.

“And she has your eyes,” I added, remembering our conversation from weeks before.

“Spencer… you can’t to know that… she’s… she’s very tiny yet…” she tried to refute.

“I’m positive. She opened her eyes being in my arms. They are a little piece of yours. I swear”. Tears began to flow from her eyes.

“I’m sorry…” she murmured.

“No, my love, don’t say that. You don’t have to think about it. You just have to recover. We have to go home with our little girl.” I spoke, trying to cheer her up. And cheer me up. I was looking for hope, trying to believe that everything would be fine.

“It’s what I want most in this world,” she said in a whisper.

“See? Then you must go on, my love. To keep fighting. I’m right here by your side.”

“Spencer. I’m scared,” she cut me off in an almost inaudible voice. It was true. I could feel it.

“I know. That’s why I’m here with you.” A little silence filled the room.

“Please… tell her how we met. Tell her how much we loved each other,” she pleaded as tears ran down her eyes. I couldn’t bear to see her like this. Not like this.

“You can do it yourself, my love. I don’t have to do it alone if you’re with me.” I don’t know how it was possible to say words with my broken voice. But they came out. They just came out.

“Tell her that mommy will love her forever, even if mommy is not here. I’ll make sure to take care of both of you, okay?” She was trying to contain the tears, but her voice cracked.

“No… no… don’t…”. I started shaking my head, looking at the floor. No, this was not happening.

“Spencer. Please, look at me.” I knew I had to, but I knew what it meant. “You’ll be an exceptional father. I do not doubt it. Please be happy. Help our little girl to fulfill her dreams and be happy too. And you, my love, try to find your happiness…” she mumbled in an increasingly tired voice.

“But I already have my happiness. With you…”. I tried to refute, praying to anything to keep her with me.

“Sometimes plans have to change,” she said with a shy smile.

“Not these, my love. I don’t want to change these.” I kept trying to avoid the unavoidable.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. That’ll never change. I was so happy with you,” she said to me as more tears ran down her cheeks.

“I love you too. I love you more than anything in this life. Please don’t leave me. Stay with me.” My voice was a prayer. A useless prayer.

“Don’t lie. Now you have another girl in your life. You’ll love her as much as me,” she said, giving me her last smile.

When I left the room, I could only hear in my head the beep sound of the machine warning her life had gone out. I was devastated. I don’t know how I was able to get to the waiting room where everyone was. I also don’t remember how I almost fell to the floor. My legs failed me. In the distance, I felt cries, hugs of condolence, words of reassurance. When I became aware of what was happening, next to me were Emily and David. Silent. That awkward but necessary silence. They didn´t know what to tell me. I also didn’t know what to say to them.

-

Negation? Yes. I locked myself in my apartment for five days and 14 hours after (Y/N)’s funerals. For five days and 14 hours, I dropped into my pain. Neither the screams of (Y/N)’s sister blaming me for what had happened made me move. Nor JJ’s words through the door, nor Penelope’s baskets, nor the calls of Emily or David managed to get me out of the inertia of those five days and 14 hours. I was also unable to see my daughter. Already discharged from the hospital, (Y/N)’s mother took her to their home. I had lost everything. Did anything else matter? No, not to me. Nothing. Never. Again.

I have some gaps from those days. I know I spent some of those days drunk, sitting, and hitting my head against the wall—the rest of my memories: crying and screaming. I didn’t even go to the shower. I hardly entered the bedroom because everything there reminded me of (Y/N). Her scent was there. Her clothes were there. Our pictures. Our books. And a deafening silence.

After those five days and 14 hours, I was on the floor watching the clock and how the minutes moved forward. Then I heard a cry on the other side of the door. My sense of alert returned from one moment to the next. I got up from the floor and opened the door. I looked down, and there was a baby chair with a crying baby girl inside: my little girl. There was no one else with her. I glanced both ways down the hall, and I didn’t see anyone.

I saw a handwritten note over the blanket that was wrapping her: ‘Daddy, I need you.’ I froze. My daughter was asking for my help.

Not knowing much what to do, I just managed to pick the chair with my daughter inside. I left it on the dining table, watching how she cried. I remembered the first and only time I had held her in my arms. I tried to replicate the same.

I pulled her out of the chair with trembling hands and started pacing with her in my arms around the living room. Maybe that could help to calm her down. Partly it worked, but then she started crying again.

I called (Y/N)’s mom, waiting for her answer, but I got nothing. Then I called (Y/N)’s sister. She didn’t answer either. I called JJ, who didn’t answer. I tried with Emily and David without luck.

It was only my little girl and me. And (Y/N) who started talking to me in my head. Telling me she trusted me, telling me I would be a good father, that I would do everything necessary for our daughter’s well-being. And I had already failed miserably. It had been five days and 14 hours failing her.

My head started going through all the books I read about babies, all the podcasts I listened to, all the conversations with (Y/N) about what would be best for our daughter.

Instinctively I took her to the nursery we arranged with (Y/N) before her arrival. I checked the drawers and started checking the baby’s clothes. I pulled out a bag of diapers. Yes, her scent was evidence she needed a diaper change. When I finished it, I searched through the things on the baby chair where she was when I found her, and there was a bottle of warm milk. While I was walking with her in my arms, I gave her the bottle, and she drank it with great need.

Even stunned by the situation, I didn’t know much more to do than walk with her in my arms as I watched her fall asleep. And that’s how I understood it. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what to do. It only took five days and a bit more than 14 hours for me.

While I was watching my little girl sleep in her crib, my cell phone started to vibrate. It was JJ who was calling. I moved out of the room, leaving the door ajar to answer the call in the hallway. I didn’t want to wake her up.

“How are you doing?” JJ asked.

“Did you know about this?” I asked back. Although it was evident, she knew what was happening.

“Yes, we thought it was time to bring you back. She needs you, Spence,” JJ said to me with a soft motherly voice.

“JJ, I don’t know if I’ll be able… I can’t do it without (Y/N),” I replied, almost crying.

“I’m sure she would disagree. And I’m sure she told you that too,” JJ replicated.

“Yes. She told me. But I’m not ready,” I mumbled with my broken voice.

“Spencer, nobody is totally ready for something like this. And it would happen with (Y/N) or without her here.” Yes, maybe JJ was right.

“How do I start?” That was a question for myself rather than JJ; however, she answered it anyway.

“We are going to help you. We are your family, after all.” She said, trying to reassure me.

“What about (Y/N)’s mother and sister?” I interrupted, realizing my little girl had spent her first days with them.

“They agreed with this. It is what (Y/N) would have wanted, and they want to honor her memory and her wishes,” JJ assured me. “With Emily, we’ll visit you now. We have the bottles you should use in the afternoon and tonight. Then we’ll go to the grocery store and clean the apartment - which I bet is a disaster right now. That way you’ll spend the first night with your daughter. See you later, Spence,” JJ said before hanging up the phone.

I returned to the nursery, where my little girl had started to squirm and was moving uncomfortably in her crib. I took her in my arms and sat in the rocking chair. I began to sway to soothe her with the movement. She opened her eyes and looked at me. And yes, it was (Y/N)’s eyes. There was no doubt about it. I could have sworn she stared at me like her mom the first time I dared speak to her.

Then, in a soft voice, I started to speak.

“I think it’s time for daddy to tell you a new story, my little girl. The story of how you came to this world.”

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How would y/n react to finding out about Auston’s dog while still stuck in Toronto during the quarantine series

A/N: the quarantine series™️ I’m YELLING lmao welp here are the other two parts if anyone feels like reading them but here we go. (this was kind of rushed pls bear with me)

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It wasn't even two full weeks into May, on a random Tuesday night (you thought, the days just seemed blended together by that point) as you were sitting on the couch in yours and Auston's condo reading a book, that you got a random yet somewhat concerning text from Freddie.

All he asked was if you had talked to Auston lately. After explaining that you had FaceTimed your boyfriend earlier that day but hadn't really spoken since you just shrugged to yourself because you hadn't thought that much about it. But then Fred replied, saying you should probably call him, and you started getting anxious.

Did something happen? Was everyone ok? You weren't sure, but you wasted no time in bringing up Auston's contact in your phone and pressing the call button.

After three rings, his voice eventually sounded from the other end.

"Hey, babe."

"Hey," you replied and let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" He asked, making you feel even more confused than before.

"Well, Freddie just messaged me saying I should call you, and I got worried, so I-," you cut yourself off and let out a breath, feeling a little pathetic about getting stressed so easily when clearly it was nothing. "Nevermind, uh, how was your day?"

He didn't respond. Instead, what sounded like a sarcastic laugh of sorts left his mouth, and you just didn't know how to react. "He was trying to rat me out."

"What?"

"Freddie," Auston called out, obviously trying to get the goalie to come to the same room he was in.

"Aus, what is going on?"

"Fred!"

You didn't know what to do. Something was happening, and you had no doubts that Auston was going to tell you eventually, but damn did it suck being in the dark.

Eventually, Freddie's voice sounded, and you hated that you couldn't see your boyfriend to at least try to read his body language while talking to his friend. You listened to the two banter about how Fred tattled, while Auston insisted that he was going to tell you.

"Tell me what Auston?" You finally intervened, getting really fed up with the whole situation. "I just want to know what the hell is going on. You're stressing me out."

"I-," he started before sighing. "I'm sorry. Give me a second and I'll FaceTime you."

"Please…"

Before anything else could be said, your phone started buzzing with an incoming FaceTime call. You quickly pressed the answer button and were soon met by your boyfriend's smiling face.

"Hi," he greeted cheekily, and you just knew that he was up to something.

"Hi. Are you good to tell me now?"

You watched as he bit down on his bottom lip nervously and glanced to the side, assumingly at Freddie, before looking back at you and nodding.

"Yeah, well, I'm going to show you."

A small pout formed on your lips, but still, you waited patiently as he leaned his phone against something on the counter, and you were suddenly able to see the kitchen much better. He then exited the frame, and you took a second to look at the scenery outside the large windows you were facing. The sun was setting, and it looked stunning. A small sigh left your mouth as you thought about Auston telling you how warm it had been in Scottsdale as of late, while you were stuck in rainy, cold Toronto. There was one sunny day in the city that gave you hope for beautiful weather, but then it was snowing just a week later.

You hated it. But, you still trudged your way through it.

Before you could get too caught up in your thoughts, you heard Auston's voice from offscreen as he talked to someone and started whistling. Still confused, you furrowed your eyebrows and waited until you could finally see your boyfriend again as he stopped in front of the phone.

"Ready?" He asked and looked at you pointedly.

You nodded, and he let out a breath before bending down to pick something up. A moment later, he stood up straight again; but this time holding a black and white, extremely fluffy looking puppy.

"Oh my gosh," you gasped as you covered your mouth and took in just how cute this dog was. "Look at him!"

"This is Felix," he stated while rubbing between the dog's ears and smiling widely towards you.

"Hi Felix," you replied happily before looking back at Auston. "Oh wow, I can already tell he's one of the best boys. Who does he belong to?"

"Well, us," he told you sheepishly, and fell silent as he waited for a response from you. "I picked him up a couple of hours ago."

However, you were too shocked to answer, and it took you a minute to speak up again. "Wait. What?"

"Surprise!"

"Auston."

"I was going to tell you," he started. "You know how badly I've wanted to get a dog. We've talked about this."

"I know," you replied. "But I wasn't expecting you to get one during quarantine while we're in separate countries."

"The opportunity came up, and I just wasn't able to say no to this little guy," he told you before looking back down at the puppy. "That's your new mom, bud. You'll get to see her in person soon, hopefully."

You wanted to be mad, you really did, but you just couldn't be. Auston was a grown man and was more than capable of making decisions like getting a dog on his own, and the two of you had already agreed to get a pet someday soon as well, so there was no reason to be. Plus, Felix was freaking adorable.

"I'm sorry. Are you mad I picked him without you?" Auston's voice snapped you out of the little daze you'd fallen into as he set Felix back down.

"No, of course not," you replied with a tiny grin. "You did good, babe."

He smiled widely at that response.

"He's the breed we talked about getting. I went and saw him a week ago, and we just clicked, or else I would've waited. He's helped a lot with the boredom, though."

"I'm glad," you told him honestly and just couldn't stop smiling. "Auston, I love him already and can't wait to meet him once the border opens."

"I can't wait for you to meet him either," he stated. "Or for us to be in the same place."

"I know, soon."

"Soon," he repeated and let out a breath as he picked the phone back up and started walking out of the kitchen. "Well, we're about to eat dinner. Can I call you back after? Want to hear about your day."

"I'd love that," you said and started feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. "But now that I know about Felix, I expect all the pictures and videos."

"See, told you she wouldn't be mad," a voice spoke up from offscreen. You knew it was Freddie, and couldn't help but laugh as you watched Auston roll his eyes at his friend.

"Whatever," your boyfriend scoffed. "I was going to tell her eventually."

"Yeah, when you weren't being a chicken shit and could finally man up."

"Or when I got pictures from Alex or Bre because we all know they wouldn't be able to keep it from me," you spoke up, making both men chuckle.

"True," Auston said and shook his head. "Anyways, I'm going to go. I love you, and I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Sounds good. I love you too and go pet Felix for me."

"Oh, you know I will," he replied and winked at you before ending the call. After that, you scrambled to text Steph so you could plan an outing with Felix and Zeus once quarantine was over, and then Auston's sister's to gush over the new edition to the family.

Although it sucked still being separated from Auston and your loved ones, you then had another thing to look forward to for once the lockdown was all said and done. It made you feel hopeful and helped you remember how there could still be light during those dark times, especially in the form of a new four-legged friend who you simply could not wait to meet.

I have some requests to write a piece of them finally being able to quarentine together, maybe I’ll work on that next hmmm

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RNM 2x12 - Crash Into Me

EPISODE SUMMARY:

WELCOME TO CRASHCON — As the town prepares for CrashCon, Liz (Jeanine Mason) and Max (Nathan Dean) attempt to piece together who may be behind a potentially deadly plan targeting the festival.  Elsewhere, Maria (Heather Hemmens) and Isobel (Lily Cowles) take drastic measure to learn more about the night Mimi (guest star Sherri Saum) disappeared, while Michael (Michael Vlamis) is forced to do someone else’s bidding.

DETAILS:

Max is secretly practicing with his powers.  Was Max's "light cardio" actually just him trying to strengthen his powers?

Max has a land line. Hee. Which Liz doesn't mind answering for him.

Liz is looking for a pen on his desk when she finds the empty vials of the antidote.  Max plays them off as being leftover from when he had amnesia.

Liz mentions that the phone call was Max's bank calling to verify a deposit for him. 

Max is choosing not to worry about Michael because he and Isobel can feel that he's not badly injured or in serious danger.

Liz called Dirk:

"He said before she left she was getting nonstop calls from a 575 number. The Sunset Mesa facility where Mimi DeLuca lives."

"Wait, Mimi was calling your mom before the abductions?...Mimi was always obsessed with alien movies. Maybe fiction and reality are blurring. Your mom is working with Flint Manes who spent years making an alien-killing weapon while at Caulfield. What if your mom found out Rosa was killed by an alien? She'd want revenge."

Note: Max and I apparently think alike, because this was my assumption going into the episode as well. For the sake of detailing and not making this confusing plotline any more confusing...Max and I were both wrong. 

Also, I love that they mentioned cell service issues during Crash Con.  That is extremely realistic and makes a ton of sense, speaking from experience at like, concerts and baseball playoff games and such.

Maria gets Liz's voicemail and immediately confronts Mimi.

"I just got a message from Liz. Mom...when you disappeared, it was Helena Ortecho that took you...You didn't have butyricol in your system when they found you. You know Liz's mom. You'd remember if you spent a month with her.  Mom, are you covering for Helena?"

"Everything is going to be fine."

"I'm not fine. Alex and Michael are missing."

"Helena is a lot of things, but she won't hurt your friends. I'm sure… (Isobel walks in) You're the blonde. The one that Rosa was afraid of."

"Hi Mimi...I'm your cool Aunt Isobel.  Hopefully we can get to know each other under better circumstances sometime. Sure about this DeLuca?"

"Desperate times call for desperate alien invasions."

Isobel's first trip into Mimi's mindscape:

"Show me what happened the night you disappeared, Mimi."

Mimi turns to see headlights approaching. It's the hunting van. Helena is driving it. After they greet each other they talk in the van.

"I saw her. I saw her in a vision.

"I didn't believe you. I had to see it with my own eyes."

"You saw her.  You saw Rosa."

Flashback to Liz and Rosa arguing over Rosa's necklace in 2x01.  Just as a note, Isobel is in Mimi's head, not Helena's, so she shouldn't really be able to see this flashback since Mimi wasn't there when Helena saw Rosa.

"This is a good thing, Helena. Your daughter is alive. She needs you."

"When Jim Valenti was dying, I came home to say goodbye. He kept saying Rosa could live again, that she was preserved."

"But you didn't believe him. No one ever believes us."

"If Rosa is alive, it means Jim was telling the truth. Which means everything else he said could be true, like aliens are real and Jesse Manes has a weapon that can kill them. It means I have to go to war, Mimi. First, you need some shoes."

Then Mimi somehow kicks Isobel out of her memories, which gives Isobel a nosebleed. But Mimi doesn't seem to know what happened.  It's almost like she has a kind of subconscious protection on her own mind, somehow.

Note: the hunting van must not be Flint's, because Helena is driving it when she first considers teaming up with Flint, I assume based on the above.  Maybe she was the suspicious figure in Flint's house when Max and Kyle were hiding in the closet? And what about the car that Rosa blew up? Did she have access to multiple vehicles? Am I overthinking this?? Haha.

Kyle's tip to Max:

"I found this at Flint's, but it's from a florist my dad used when he was in the doghouse with my mom. I finally guessed the password today. Rosa's birthday. The only thing on it is a note my dad wrote to Helena. It's a lot of romantic crap followed by details for a storage unit he had up near Haystack Mountain."

Haystack Mountain is an off-road vehicle recreation area about 30 miles northeast of Roswell.

Michael working on the "bomb". Charlie is working on the toxin nearby and Helena is keeping an eye on both of them.

"This entire process would be more efficient if I could attach the release chamber to the other side."

"Ay, mijo. Now is not the time to get creative. Time is running out. Follow the blueprints exactly."

"You don't look like an obedient soldier. Who'd she take to force you to do her bidding?"

"A friend. It's complicated. Why are you helping her? Jenna's free."

"Flint Manes has a sniper rifle on the roof pointed at her bedroom window. If I step out of line and something happens…"

"You'll never forgive yourself."

"I'll never forgive myself anyway. Helena has me formulating a pathogen that I invented when I was 17.  It's a poison that dismantles specific DNA. If targeted your death is quick and ugly. A bleeding from every orifice kind of deal… I thought that I was saving people. Okay, imagine a weapon that you could drop into a populated city and the only people targeted would be al-Qaeda leaders and their direct descendants. Okay? In the right hands my weapon could prevent innocent civilian casualties and save our troops."

"I'm guessing these are not the right hands? Why am I building the bomb when the inventor is under Helena's thumb?"

"I do chemicals, not mechanics. And technically it's not a bomb. It's a catalytic toxin atomizer that was developed in a top secret operation involving weapons specialists from both the Army and the Air Force."

"Project Shepherd. One more question for you, Charlie. Whose DNA is that poison you're making gonna target?"

"Judging from conversations I've heard between Helena and Flint, it's alien DNA. Like, literal aliens."

This is actually the part of this story that's crystal clear to me. We've been getting tidbits on this dating back to 1x12, when Flint told Alex about his "smart bomb".  Jesse told Jenna in 2x04 about Charlie's toxin that could pinpoint specific DNA, and even used a similar metaphor in explaining it as Charlie did in this episode. The part that doesn't make sense to me is, why did FLINT need Michael to build it, if he developed the blueprints?

Liz and Rosa in the lab discussing Max taking the antidote.

"He's only supposed to take a drop when he has amnesia. It's not vitamin C. In high doses it could cause surges of adrenaline that could be dangerous."

"No offense, but you sound like a mom. Like a real mom, the kind who actually give a duck. Oh I just figured out what autocorrect is. It's hilarious."

"Speaking of moms, ours hasn't reached out to any of your old dealers and she hasn't shown up at any of the churches in town, so you got any other ideas?"

"It's CrashCon. We usually find her wearing the loudest t-shirts and flirting with the richest nerds."

"Yeah, but Flint and Jesse Manes hate aliens. I mean it's literally their only hobby. If she's with them, I'm betting she's lost her affection for the simple charms of UFO novelty kitch."

"Wait, if you were going to get revenge on aliens, CrashCon is the perfect place. There's all kinds of conspiracy theorists and press. You know how mom loves attention."

"You think something's gonna happen tonight?" 

"Papi is there by himself setting up. I think he should come home."

Note: my phone autocorrected duck to fuck. So I guess that tells you something about me. 😳

Also I just realized that for once ROSA and not Liz is the one who put the pieces together! Good for her. I wonder if that's purposeful since she's the daughter who is more like their mom? Like, she understands Helena's motivations better than Liz or something.

Steph and her father are going to CrashCon together. Kyle helps her with her makeup. Super sweet, but rather pointless since the scenes of Steph at CrashCon were cut. Mostly just including this here as a reminder that she's there in case it comes up in the finale.

Max and Cam, who got her job back!

"Thanks for the assist. I'm guessing that guard wouldn't let me through with bolt cutters unless I had an officer of the law present."

"Oh well, don't be jealous, Evans. Valenti has me on desk duty. So this little adventure is my lunch break."

"Valenti did the right thing, giving you your job back."

"Yeah well, you know, apparently some local bartender gave her reason to doubt the events the night of the gala were my fault. So I owe you."

"I've lost track of who owes who what at this point."

They break into the storage unit. It's empty except for an empty shelving unit, a locked chest, and a puddle of purple alien goo.

"What is that?"

"It looks like embryonic fluid. There must have been a pod in here."

Note: no, Max! Pod Goo evaporates upon contact with Earth's atmosphere/air. So it's not pod goo.

There isn't a super clear shot of inside the chest, but Max pulls out a love letter from Helena to Jim Valenti. I can transcribe it if you want me to. It's pretty easy to read and frankly, there's nothing important there. My heart is forever yours...it feels good to actually love and be loved in return...blah blah cheesy platitudes.

But seriously. Just send me an ask if you need me to transcribe it.  But I'm gonna skip for now.

Isobel is chugging acetone straight from the bottle in the middle of the Pony.

Isobel's second trip into Mimi's mindscape:

"Mimi. I know you think you're doing the right thing, but Helena is holding people hostage. We have to understand her motive."

"You all think I'm losing my mind. But I just...slip out of my time and into a different one every once in a while. Sometimes Maria's. Or Mama's. Other women in our future or past. I saw you when you were a baby. The sky was red."

"What can you tell me about your time with Helena? She had you for a month."

"We were in a motel. We watched movies. We laughed and gossiped. She wanted to trigger my visions...gather information."

"What information? What did you tell her? What did you see?"

"What's important is Helena will take care of our girls. I'm not afraid. That's enough."

Mimi kicks her out again.

"I tried.  She's fading."

"She's tired. It's harder when she's tired. Come on, Mom. I'm gonna take you back to Sunset Mesa."

"Maria, you just have to look for the signs in the water. You have to believe. Go on, you'd better hurry."

"Hurry where?"

"CrashCon closing night! You don't want to miss the fireworks. You always loved the fireworks."

Max and Cam going through the chest of letters back at Max's house:

"Okay, all these notes are from Helena to Jim Valenti. This is from the week Rosa died. I mean even 20 years after their affair she's still writing and he's still saving her letters."

"Pining after an Ortecho for years and years. It's so weird. Who does that. This is a receipt. It's a money transfer he made around the same time. He paid Daniel Fuller a thousand bucks."

"Fuller was the county coroner. Okay we still don't know how Noah got Rosa's body into the pod, right? But Jim had Project Shepherd connections to the morgue. So maybe if Noah knew about Jim and knew that he'd be grieving Rosa, he could have told him where to find the pod, right, and maybe he didn't even take the pod back until after Jim died."

"I mean, this is all a bunch of conjecture."

"Jim pulled me aside at high school graduation, he said I was the kind of guy the sheriff's department could use. Look, I mean maybe… I mean, he never let on, but maybe he knew I was an alien, right? Maybe he knew more than that."

"Okay, Evans? Breathe. You're looking a little clammy. What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"No. See, something's going on, and you're gonna tell me or I'm out, I swear to God."

"Okay you can't tell anyone."

"You know I won't."

"Okay, I've been taking this antidote that Liz made. No...she doesn't know. But its rebuilding some of my memories from before the 1947 crash, right? I was just a little kid, but I had a destiny. I had responsibilities."

"Right, you're the savior."

"Yes! Well, maybe. But I was starting to remember these symbols from our old language, right? I remember what they mean, but it's like the meaning is just out of reach. And I'm out of the antidote. And you know, Liz is getting suspicious. So…"

"No."

"I didn't say anything."

"Really? Can you tell that to your face? I am not using my friendship with your girlfriend to steal alien steroids for you. Okay? Our partnership has limits."

Michael and Helena:

"It's done. So now what? You inject my spine with your mind-eraser?"

"We only used the butyricol on Jenna Cameron because there was still work to be done. And Flint was afraid she'd ruin it for us. You told Flint Charlie was creating a toxin that would kill aliens. But if you wanted aliens dead, you'd be testing it on me right now. 'Cause that's what I would do if I was a criminal mastermind."

"I needed Flint for the schematics and the muscle. Our agendas didn't need to align perfectly."

"You don't have to do this. If you kill anyone tonight, Liz and Rosa will never look at you the same."

"That ship has sailed. Besides, I'm not killing anyone. If disaster never strikes, justice won't be served. Do you want to see Alex or not?"

Liz tries to get Arturo to go back to the Crashdown.  She tells him that the kitchen is backed up because it's so busy.  The interesting part of this exchange from a character perspective though:

"Papi, please. I have a bad vibe, all right? A gut feeling I can't shake."

Diego walks up.

"Who are you? Elizabeth Ortecho doesn't do feelings. She believes in facts and evidence."

"No, I do feelings now.  I've evolved."

Alex is chained up in the house.  There's a takeout box and coffee cup next to him. He's humming a song under his breath. Michael walks in and they talk.

"Guerin, you were right. They used me to get to you. My dad hit me over the head and then he swiped the piece of the console. And then Flint showed up with a gun to my head."

"Did anyone hurt you?"

"Nothing I can't handle. Helena's been weirdly motherly. She's bringing me clothes and meals."

"Your leg."

"Yeah they took the prosthetic. I tried to bludgeon my brother with it. Come on, use your powers. Get me out of this."

"Helena dosed me with something. I'm basically human until it wears off."

"Okay then find something that'll break the cuff or my wrist. I don't care."

"Alex, tonight at CrashCon, your dad plans to release a toxin that kills anyone with alien DNA...Helena made Charlie and I build an identical device, but one that targets a different DNA. She somehow got her hands on your dad's cells. She knows your dad killed Kyle's dad. She wants revenge.  But she wants him to take himself out. When he pulls the trigger on us tonight your dad's gonna die because of a device I built."

"No, that is not on you, okay? Now let me out of here."

"I can't. The atomizer will kill anyone in your dad's direct line. You are safer here."

"Are you serious?"

"And I gotta go. I'm gonna come back for you."

While Michael explains to Alex, we get a flashback to Helena in her totally fake blonde wig at the hospital in 2x02.

Helena disguises herself as Jesse's maid using her totally fake blonde wig and switches out the bombs while Jesse is in the shower.

The @ladiesofrnm have their first scene all together! (With Max...and eventually Michael…) reading through Helena's letters together. Michael makes quite an entrance. Afterwards:

"You're such an idiot! You don't comply with a kidnapper's ransom demands. Without telling me."

"Alex was in trouble. He had to go."

"Mikey, where are Alex and Charley?"

"They're safe. Your mom doesn't want to hurt them."

"Look I don't get it. Does she want to kill aliens?"

"No. She's avenging her murdered lover."

Back to the house where Helena talks to Charlie:

"This atomizer contains the poison that kills anyone with alien DNA. I need you to destroy it."

"Does Flint know that you have it?"

"Flint. Jesse really broke that boy. Some people were never meant to be parents. You can go when you're done.  The door's unlocked. Flint's rifle shoots blanks."

"What's to stop me from leaving now?"

"The knowledge that that deadly device only exists because of you. You decide. I'm off to CrashCon. I hear there will be quite a show."

Note, when Helena says Flint's name she says a word in Spanish that I can't make out and isn't in the closed captions.

Max and Liz's conversation about racism and privilege:

"I want to help. Your mom's not the villain here. All right? She's going about this all wrong, yes. But Manes is already a murderer. I mean, if he'd succeeded today…"

"I know...I could have lost almost everyone I care about in a moment. I remember every day what it was like to lose you and Rosa. I don't think I could survive that again. She could've built a decoy bomb that wouldn't have hurt anyone."

"He'd just get angry and do it again."

"Yeah, but he's not the only one that this would hurt. I mean, the headlines if she gets caught? Illegal Mexican Immigrant Slaughters Decorated American Vet via Bioweapon. People will line up to lay bricks at the border wall. But hey, maybe the president will talk about my family at his rallies. That's gonna be fun."

"That's not gonna happen. This will get covered up like every other strange death in this town."

"In case you haven't noticed those cover-ups don't tend to protect the Mexicans. Even when…"

"Even when Rosa died. You can say it, Liz. It's okay. It's fair. Rosa got blamed. White people didn't. Okay? I get it."

"I know you're on my side, but you don't get this. And that's not your fault, that's just the reality of our experiences. If I mess up. If I so much as roll through a stop sign, it reflects badly on any Mexican who came before me. And it hurts any Mexican who comes after me. I used to think that nothing would ever change that, but lately I think...maybe if something extraordinary happened it could."

"Extraordinary? Like what you're doing in your lab?"

"I've discovered something that could be the key to curing people who have no hope otherwise. I can't walk away."

"So you're gonna turn my family's stem cells into the hottest commodity?"

"No, I won't. I...we'll find a way to synthesize it or replicate it."

"Is this about the people you're trying to save or about becoming the poster girl for immigrants everywhere? You want the president to talk about your family because of you. Because you saved the world."

"If those in power see what happens when people are given opportunity…"

"You want the glory."

"I want recognition. I want to be the example I never had. And people who want glory, they're just in it for selfish reasons. People like Jesse Manes want the glory. He wants to be a big American hero. He wants the parades, he wants the medals. If he sets off his alien atomizer at CrashCon, a handful of twenty-something's will die of some mysterious ailment and it's barely gonna make the news. That's not what he wants. We're missing part of his plan."

"First, something violent. Large-scale that'll draw media attention. And then, once all eyes are in Roswell…"

"He'll blame the violence on the aliens. He only gets his parade if he makes people afraid and then he destroys the thing that they fear. If he makes people think that you're terrorists before he kills you."

Graham Green's reveal at CrashCon.  Graham is announced and takes the stage as Max, Liz, and Rosa arrive to find Michael, Isobel, and Maria nearby.

"Hey, you guys shouldn't be here."

"I was held hostage, Max. I deserve to ride the Sizzler until I barf cotton candy, and maybe watch a bad man die."

"You guys, we think that…"

Graham Green starts his presentation.

"Hello loyal fans and devoted supporters! You patience is about to be rewarded. Today I am thrilled, nay, honored to show you the result of years or painstaking work. The moment we've all been waiting for. Irrefutable extraterrestrial proof! A bona fide alien artifact!"

Graham pulls the curtain and reveals what appears to be something similar to Michael's console, only it is complete and intact.

Flint brings Alex food and they discuss Flint's motives:

"If you're doing this to impress dad, it is never gonna work."

"I'm not trying to impress dad. His shutdown of Project Shepherd was an inform decision, but he's trained me my entire life to take it on.

Flint goes to leave but Alex stops him.

"Do you remember when mom used to drive us to the res, and you would sit at the loom with Granddad? Weaving stories. When was the last time you made something, Flint? Anything that wasn't built to destroy?" 

"Around the time that mom decided that to leave dad, she had to leave us."

"She didn't know what he would do to us."

"He didn't do anything to us. Me and Clay are fine. He'll, even Gregory is coming to see dad today."

"...You are wrong. We are all dad's victims. Sure, he beat me up, but what he put the rest of you through was abuse too. He made you watch while he kicked my ass… He scared you into thinking that there was only one type of man that you could become."

Alex manages to knock Flint out, steal the key to his handcuffs, and free himself.

"You're so pathetic. You don't know me at all. This has nothing to do with dad and everything to do with our history. Aliens are a foreign threat. They're invaders."

Back to CrashCon, where the gang discuss the alien object:

"Alex's piece must have been the last one that Manes needed to finish building it. Where's he been keeping the rest of this?"

Sanders appears out of nowhere.

"Kid, I seen that thing before. Your mother built that back in the old barn. I don't know what it is, but it is definitely explosive. I always wondered what'd happened to the pieces."

"Maybe Harlan or Tripp Manes gathered them up. Rebuilt it."

"Yeah but if Manes is gonna use that to blow up CrashCon, it's gonna make Graham Green look like the bad guy. No one's gonna think an alien planted it."

"Unless they follow the money. I got an alert from my bank this morning. A $10,000 deposit had cleared."

"You think Manes set it up so that the investigation would lead to you?"

"If I become the world's first alien terrorist and he takes me out, the world cheers."

"Guys, you need to do whatever you can to get as many people out of here as possible, okay? Get help."

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Michael and I have studied this material before. It's part tech, but it's also part organic. And if it's part organic, that means it can be killed. I gotta get back to my lab."

Diego sees Max toss Liz his keys.

Max and Michael sneak backstage and convince Graham Green to let them have a moment with the alien ship thingie. Max takes photos of it with his phone.

"Do you think we can destroy it?"

"No. The pieces want to be together and now that it's complete if we break the bonds with brute force we risk a violent reaction."

Max hears voices whispering and reaches out to touch the alien tech. The alien symbol forms under his hand and he pressed it.  There's a surge from the tech and it almost appears like Max is absorbing something from it. The voices get a little louder. When he breaks the connection it almost seems like it takes effort and he seems stunned.

"What the hell just happened to you?"

"Nothing. I think this is a remote. I think this controls a ship."

"It's a what?"

Gif by @maxortecho

Note, the way Max laughs when he says nothing is oddly similar to how he responded to Cam when she called him out on his weird behavior from the antidote. Like he's hiding something or brushing off the worry or something. 

Sanders interrupts before Max can respond. Points out that the top of the stage is varnished which is highly flammable. 

"Wait, if this is fresh varnish, this whole platform is set up like a tinderbox."

"There's gonna be fireworks tonight."

"One spark'll light a fire. I mean, this whole thing, the whole platform will go up."

"If this giant remote goes kaboom aliens will be framed as terrorists. You have to get out of here."

"What? No. I'm not going anywhere."

"Max you are all sorts of worked up right now. What happens when you're worked up?"

"Sparks fly. Right, okay. Yeah. I'll go."

Before Max leaves he spots something on one of the display boards that makes him pause. He grabs it before leaving.

Charlie is working on her chemicals in the makeshift lab when Flint sneaks up on her and puts a gun to her head, demanding that she gives him the atomizer.

Maria and Rosa hurry through CrashCon discussing each other's alien biology and Mimi's vision. They spot Gregory Manes and decide to try to get him to leave since the Manes bomb would kill him. He has 12 kids with them so they suggest that he take them to the Crashdown for free milkshakes. He recognizes Rosa, but they tell him she's Rosa's cousin. 

Liz works in the lab while blasting Alanis Morissettte - great call back to last year when she told Michael that Alanis helped her channel Rosa's creativity. She says to herself:

"Destroy the organic cell membrane. Disable the nanotech." 

She mixes some chemicals which react and explode her flask and start a fire. Really don't know if that's supposed to represent success or not. 

Flint and Helena talk at CrashCon. She is surprised to see him.  He tells her that he cleaned up the mess at the house. 

We flash back to the house which is on fire.  Charlie is chained up and trapped.

Liz hurries from the lab and doesn't realize that Diego followed her there.  He sneaks his way into the building while Liz rushes for the car.

Speaking of cars...they're in the middle of nowhere. Where's Diego's car? I had the same thought last week when Max and Kyle were searching Flint's house and they almost got caught. Whoever pulled up in the hunting van should have seen their car!

Maria and Rosa are helping get the kids loaded onto a bus when Rosa points out Pisces to Maria. Call back to 1x03 when Maria tells Liz that she and Rosa used to compete to see which one of them could spot the constellation first. It gives Maria an epiphany. Pisces is "the water sign" which was one of Mimi's clues from her vision.  Maria goes to follow the sign. She runs into Max who tries to get her to safety. They spot Flint Manes carrying the atomizer. Max tells Maria to get out of there and hurries after Flint. He tries to sneak up on Flint, but Flint is able to disarm him and beat him up. Flint sets the atomizer to go off in two minutes and then throws it like a Hail Mary into the crowd. Max chases after Flint while Maria goes after the atomizer. She pushes through the crowd and spots another clue from Mimi's vision - a poster of aliens asking "Do you believe?" The atomizer is sitting below it. Maria grabs the atomizer and takes off running with it. Cam spots Maria and follows. 

Flint beats Max up again and then pulls a gun and threatens to shoot Max. Max disarms him and is holding the gun to Flint now. He laughs and asks Max if he's really going to shoot a soldier. Tells him that he already pulled the trigger to kill Max by setting off the atomizer. Max tosses the gun aside, and uses his powers instead to kill Flint,

Michael and Isobel are trying to keep the stage from catching fire, but then the fireworks start going off into the wind (which blows the embers towards the fair). The hay bales easily catch on fire. Isobel used her powers to hold back the flames.  She can feel that something is wrong with Max and send Michael to find him. 

Instead Michael finds Jesse and Alex. Their exchange: 

"You know, I actually started to believe that you had changed."

"You never could tell friend from foe. I actually counted on it."

"Hey I know exactly who you are. You were gonna let all of these people die and you were gonna let the aliens take the blame."

"It's high time they got blamed for something, I think. I'm gonna drag them from the shadows."

"Yeah and then what? You're gonna use the atomizer to kill them all? Then you become some hero by destroying the enemy that you created?"

"American children are gonna read about the events of tonight in their history books... And don't worry about collateral damage, son. That's just an unfortunate aspect of war. You know that better than anyone, Alex."

"You're gonna become your own collateral damage if that thing goes off. Helena Ortecho switched the devices. That's not gonna kill aliens.  That is set to destroy your DNA. If it goes off, you are going to die in a puddle of your own blood."

"What are you doing? Are you bluffing to protect the aliens?"

"What I'm doing is I'm trying to protect our family. Dad, if that goes off it kills all of your direct descendants. Flint and Greg are somewhere in here. And I don't care how much I disgust you, I am still your son!"

Greg runs up looking for help responding to the fire. He spots the atomizer and immediately recognizes it as a weapon. Alex tries to get him to leave. Michael runs up and Jesse pulls his gun on him. Greg steps between Michael and the gun to protect Michael for Alex.

Maria throws the atomizer off into the desert and immediately begins bleeding. Thankfully Cam is there to try to help.

Max kills Flint which in turn gives him another heart attack. Liz arrives as he's collapsing and starts CPR. Rosa runs up and tries to get Liz to let her step in to help Max so that Liz can stop the alien device from exploding… And cliffhanger.

MUSIC:

1.  Valley Queen "Chasing The Muse"

2.  The HawtThorns "Give Me A Sign"

3.  Everclear "Everything To Everyone"

4.  Alanis Morissette "All I Really Want"

5.  Gary Numan "I Am Dust"

#roswell new mexico #rnm season 2 #episode details #long post #rnm 212 #crash into me

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you can also read it in AO3!

pairing: bruce wayne x batmom x batfam

warnings: swearing.

summary: Since your accident with the Joker, the doctors always told you and Bruce that it was impossible for you to have a biological child, you get pregnant, and the whole Bat Family is crazy with the news. But after you and your baby getting kidnapped, will they get to save you from the criminals hands?

request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write one where Batmom is pregnant and she gets kidnapped/injured (but the baby is okay) and batfam goes crazy trying to find her? With a fluffy ending

words: 2016

A/N: I. AM. BACK. I just want to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone that has supported my stories even when I disappeared from here. I really hope I get to write more so I can be more active here. ❤

(you can see my masterlist here!)

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Excited laughs echoed through the house, making you curious to know what was happening, but your stomach made a strange noise, insisting for you to continue eating the last piece of chocolate cake Alfred baked. Jason was sitting beside you, reading one of the books you just gave him. It was very uncommon to him to be reading in peace lately, but you were happy he managed to do it after giving to him one of your favorite books of when you were his age. Maybe he just needed a reminder of the things he loved doing.

You got really focused on eating the cake. It was so delicious that you couldn’t resist it, and so the baby slightly kicking your belly. Neither of you could. It was kind of hard sometimes, feeling that much enthusiasm inside you that the baby seemed to have. She was always moving and kicking, so there were a lot of jokes about that it wouldn’t take long for her to be the new Robin, always seeming to have a serious fight inside your belly.

All the talk about Robin and stuff made you insecure again because of that accident a long time ago, the one the doctors said it made impossible for you to have a baby, biologically. But that didn’t stop you from having a great number of amazing kids who gave you so much happiness. You wouldn’t be the same without them. They were as shocked as you when the pregnancy test was positive, you made it three times just to be sure. It was an impossible thing to happen, there wasn’t any chance of it, that was what the doctors said to you and Bruce after you lost your baby.

She was a miracle. A very happy and unexpected one, but she was bringing joy to all the Wayne family since the day you discovered you were pregnant, already charming everyone around her. It changed everything. Aside from the turbulence and nervousness of carrying her inside you for the first time and some people freaking out sometimes with the idea of having a baby in the house in just a few weeks, everything was going well. 

Your name was being called from the living room from three very happy kids, holding a lot of plastic bags with the Walmart name printed on it. “Over here in the kitchen!”, you answered, very curious to know what they bought. You had no idea what they were about to do.

Dick, Stephanie, and Duke placed the bags on the kitchen table right after you finished eating your cake. “What have you guys been up to?” You smile at them, happy to see them together. “We bought the baby some awesome gifts!” Steph gave you a warm smile. “Superhero gifts”, Duke continued. The three of them started pulling out the clothes from the bags, spreading them on the table so you could see. “With Bruce’s money,” Dick murmured and you laughed.

“As much I would love to see this, I’ve gotta go.” Jason closed his book and got up from the chair, whispering a quiet but sweet bye to you and leaving the room.

A head popped up from nothing, observing what was happening after fully appearing on the kitchen, like a normal person. “So after 3 hours, you came back.” They stared at each other for a moment before Duke answers, “We argued a little bit about the clothes.” You asked them to show you what they bought and you could see that they had something else in mind, other than just showing the clothes. And when you saw it, you realize what they were doing. Bruce did too, immediately.

Wonder Woman. Superman. Green Lantern. The Flash. Shazam. Aquaman. All the cute superhero clothes for your daughter to wear, but there was someone missing and they couldn’t hide that it was on purpose.

“Are you guys kidding me? I gave you 500 dollars and there’s not even one Batman thing?” All the eyes turned to you with the loud laugh that left your throat. Bruce was really mad at them for not buying anything Batman related, giving them a lesson that the bat was a true hero.

“Well, Bruce, we are very sorry to crush your dreams but… they don’t even sell this bat guy’s clothes there. Who is he the compared to Superman?” Stephanie tried not to laugh. You looked at your husband, he was angry, but you could see that playful glance on his eyes, ready to show them that Batman was a hero indeed.

And it got serious. Bruce gave you a quick kiss and left the room determined to buy all the Batman things to his daughter. 

_____

Everything was dark when you woke up, feeling lost, wondering where you were. The room was also cold, the chair you were sitting on was very uncomfortable. You had no idea what was happening, what was this place and how you got there. Tears were trying to fall to your cheeks, but you wouldn’t cry, you couldn’t. However, just the feeling of this situation remembers you the time when you lost your first child and you just wanted so badly to touch your belly and feel your baby, who was more agitated than ever. 

The last thing your memory allows you to remember is quickly heading to the nearest fast food place with Damian - who insisted to go with you - to buy the biggest cheeseburger you could get or that would affect the baby. You craved that burger for hours, you couldn’t wait anymore for Bruce to get back from the shop to see all the Batman things he got to your daughter.

You got off the sight of your son. Just one minute and they got you. 

“It is my fault, Father. I shouldn’t have lost her for just a minute.” Suddenly, everyone froze with the reaction of Damian. His hands went to his face, covering the tear that fell to his cheek. “Oh. My. God.” Jason whispered and then continued, “This shit is real serious. We are all going to die.” 

The door opened and your heart almost jumped from your chest. You could tell what all of this was about, but couldn’t they do it some months before or after you had your baby? It would be so much faster to end with it.

“I don’t really need to explain myself, do I? You must be used to it by now.” The man in a mask calmly said. “I honestly don’t give a damn about you, we just get the money and you get back to your family, ok? Simple as that.” You just nodded, seeing how impatient he was. “A few thousand will impact The Wayne like cents.” He continued.

And you were alone again. You and your baby, waiting for your family to show up. Oh, you would love to get out of this chair and kick their asses, but you couldn’t risk her life like that, as much you would love to. You just needed to stay awake and alert. That was it. You needed to-

Bruce felt a single drop of sweat fall from his face. He just sent the money to the group who kidnapped you and there wasn’t any answer from them by now, making him more nervous them before, wondering if you and the baby were fine. He thought it was simple, but then he realized it wasn’t like he thought it would be. They must have planned something else. 

“Something is wrong.” Tim murmured to himself behind his father, trying to find you in the bat-computer. Bruce turned to face the screen, asking him what did he found out. “Mom is not where we thought she was.“

After a few more moments trying to find you, Barbara couldn’t keep to herself what she thought about the situation.

“I think this is not a common kidnapping like someone would do to get money from Bruce Wayne. Maybe, they want something else, maybe her.” Barbara didn’t want to say that, because it would be closer to the truth, but she knew it was a possible option to happen. Bruce stayed quiet for a few minutes, staring at the map of Gotham on the computer, trying to think of where you were.

“Bruce, where are you going?” Dick goes after him. “Batman can’t go there, people will know”.

“I don’t fucking care!” For a moment Bruce shows his fear, but soon hides it behind a plain expression. “I’m going to save them.” He puts on his mask. “Cass, Duke, Jason. You’re coming with me. The rest of you stay here unless I say something. Understand?”

All of them nodded.

_____

You woke up with the sound of someone breaking the door of the room you were imprisoned in. 

“Hey, mom,” Jason whispered. “Oh shit, why are you crying? Did they hurt you?” He kneeled in front of you with his eyes wide. 

“No, no, we are okay. It’s the hormones talking, darling.” You smiled, assuring that you were fine. “Now, please, take us out of here. I didn’t finish my cheeseburger.”

“Yeah, about that... We have to wait until Cass gives me the sign to get out.”

“She is the best of you. I’m sure it will be quick.” You laughed at his face.

“Well then, if you like her so much then I think she can take you out of this room.” He mentioned to leave you there alone.

“Come on Jay, don’t leave your mother like that. Now take me out of these ropes.”

Cass gave Jason the sign to take you to the Batwing, but when you were living the room a guy appeared in front of you. You ran to the opposite side of the room so Jason started fighting him, soon joined by Bruce and Cass. In the middle of the fight, two more guys showed up.

“Tim, you said that the building was clean!” Duke screamed and ran to you. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, shit.” You stared at the liquid on the floor. “If you guys don’t beat the shit outta them I’m going to have my baby at this fucking floor!” You screamed in pain. “Go end this fight, Duke”

The pain was consuming you. The baby was supposed to be born in a few weeks. Not. Now. Not while her father and her siblings were fighting the guys who kidnapped her mother.

Bruce quickly saw your condition and the last man fell on the floor.

“Let’s go, Y/N. Everything is going to be okay.” He kissed your temple and carried you to the jet.

You husband was beside you, already dressed as Bruce Wayne, taking care of you until the car got you to the hospital. Cass, Jason, and Duke were getting the plane in a safe place.

Bruce got his phone to warn the rest of the family. “Alfred, tell-”

“We are on our way, Master Wayne.”

_____

You and your husband couldn’t stop smiling at her, such a beautiful baby. Every single one of the family couldn’t wait to hold her, but she needed to be checked by the doctors soon. Only you and Bruce were the ones who got to have her in your arms, admiring how much happiness she brought after that awful moment.

“So, thoughts on our last discussion about names?” He places your daughter carefully on your arms.

Until that moment, you and your husband had an idea of her first name, but you hadn’t decided yet the baby’s middle name. With your daughter in your arms and Bruce beside you with a bright smile on his face, you suggested: “What do you think of Hope?”. He stared at his baby for a minute. It was perfect. He was just the happiest man at that moment, with the family he never thought he could have. Bruce sighed, one arm around you while caressing his daughter’s tiny hand. 

“Welcome to this world, D/N Hope Wayne. You’ve got a mini Batmobile waiting for you at home.”

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[secretlystephaniebrown]

Hi there, I have a question about Steph if you don' mind, do you think Bruce actually took Steph seriously as Robin? If not, how would it be if he had? Any thoughts on her skills? I always see people saying that Steph is nothing special, just a background character, but, to me, with the little training she had comparing with the others in the batfam, I think she did really good actually, and I will die a bitter old bat for never seeing her taping on her full potential as a hero

I think that how seriously Bruce took Steph as Robin varied wildly from issue to issue, because the writers couldn’t decide. Some writers portrayed Bruce being Robin as a ploy to get Tim back, while others treated her seriously, and had her and Bruce have a genuinely strong relationship before everything went wrong.

Bruce sees things in Steph: parallels to Jason, which he typically reacts badly to, but he also sees her for her stubbornness and kindness, for the way she is, in many ways, exactly what he’s fighting for. Their relationship is fraught, but it also has deep and wonderful moments that speak to the potential there. (For more of my thoughts on Steph as Robin, and her relationship with Bruce, check out this post.) 

If you want to see how I think Steph’s run might have gone, I’ve written two fics where Steph remains as Robin: Allegro Vivace and The Hardest Part is Over, with the later being an alternate take on my trans!Steph universe. 

Steph’s skills are, it’s true, different from a lot of other members of the Bat Family. She’s not a world-class acrobat, the world’s greatest martial artist, the world’s greatest detective, the queen of hackers, doesn’t have superpowers, and doesn’t have the luxury of having extreme ninja/assassin training. 

But. 

Steph is incredibly creative when it comes to her fighting, and improvising her way through situations. 

(Batgirl #5)

Steph doesn’t really have a signature weapon, unlike most of the others. Instead, she uses whatever she can get her hands on, and uses it well. Sure, sometimes she’s outmatched, but she’s smart, quick on her feet, and is not going to give up for anything. No matter how much she’s been hurt, she gets back up. Concussion? Just been shot? Let’s break out of the ambulance and go off on a superhero adventure. 

To say that Steph isn’t anything special completely misses the point. She could have been ordinary. 

She’s outclassed, outmatched. She doesn’t have billion dollar budgets or special training, and she’s not a one-in-a-million genius. She’s an ordinary girl, an abuse victim, a sexual abuse survivor, a teenage mom. By all rights, she should be the civilian girlfriend, or even just a supporting character. 

But she took her fate into her own hands. She sewed herself a costume, and went and painted clues to her father’s games onto the side of buildings. She hits Robin with a brick because she thinks that he’s a bad guy. She sees Cassandra Cain, with all of her trauma and her walls, and decides that they’re going to be best friends. She hears how everyone is telling her to stay home, to put away the cape, and she never gives up. 

Stephanie Brown is extraordinary. Just as Bruce is spectacular because he’s a human man who fights alongside gods and aliens and kings, Stephanie Brown is spectacular because she is an ordinary girl who has looked around at this group of top-notch fighters, detectives, and martial artists, and decided “yep. I’m going to do what they do.” 

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[shite-stories]

This was the first short story I worked on that turned out to be not so fucking short. A classic and wholesome tale of Animal Crossing, friendships and good old fashioned Glaswegian sectariansim.

Island Explorers

Abigail took a deep breath and looked out through the window of her mum's big SUV. "Do I really need to start school today mom?" she sighed.

Gwen looked at her daughter from the driver seat of her car, she still couldn't get used to how she sat on the right side of the car and her daughter on the left, the left side was the "right" side to sit on, “You gotta start your new school sometime sweetheart, we've been in Scotland for two weeks now. I’m sure Lochend High School will be great sweetie, your dad starts in the office today and I gotta run some errands and pick up some groceries."

"I guess" Abigail sighed once more as she slid out of the big car. "I'll see you later Mom". She turned and faced her new school as her mum pulled into the morning traffic and disappeared down the street. Abigail and her family had moved to Scotland about two weeks ago so her dad could start work in a new office in Glasgow. Her dad was really smart with computers and this company had offered him a fortune to move out and oversee a project for them, they'd wanted him that badly they'd paid all the relocation expenses and helped them find a home to live in.

None of that really occupied Abigail's mind at the moment, as those things rarely do in a fifteen year old. Presently, what was forefront in her mind was how she was going to make some friends. She hated the awkward, tentative first few steps of trying to make friends and this was going to be especially hard as she could barely understand a word anyone said.

Resigning herself to her fate, she hefted her bag onto her shoulder and made her way to the school gates.

It was like nothing she'd ever seen before, everything was so alien to her. At her school in the USA none of the other kids had to wear a uniform whereas here, everyone wore shirts, trousers, skirts and blazers (even if some of them did look like their clothes had been shot at them from a cannon this morning). A lot of the kids seemed to playing football, not real football obviously, all these kids were playing "soccer". Abigail wondered if any of the kids played real football here at this school and if they'd have a cheer squad she could try-out for.

She stood aimlessly in the playground watching the groups of other pupils mill around her, all awaiting the first bell to signal the beginning of the day's lessons. A group of boys wandered by, whispering and conspiring with one other as they all stole glances in her direction. One of them eventually separated himself from the gaggle, he had hair spiked up with far too much gel and a face heavily decked out in spots, he called over to her.

"Here hen, big Mikey here wants tae know if you'll be his burd, the big cunt said he fancies ye and he 'hinks yer tidy"

Abigail blinked, "Huh?" was all that came out. They might have well been speaking Korean because she didn't understand a word that this kid had said.

"Aw fuck off Darren ya prick, leave her be."

The voice from behind Abigail appeared at her shoulder and belonged to a girl of roughly equal height to herself, her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail which swung to the side as she tilted her head in a mocking fashion. "She's no interested in big smelly Mikey or you ya wee rat, she might be new but al be sure tae tell her aww aboot you gittin crabs aff yer cousin and big Mikey's mouldy feet"

Again, Abigail had absolutely no idea what had just been said but the context made it obvious. The other four boys in the group erupted into roaring laughter, whilst Mikey and Darren both turned shades of scarlet

"Fuck up Steph ya fuckin' fenian." Darren spat as he stormed off, the rest of his group still laughing and cajoling him.

Stephanie turned to Abigail and smiled "Sorry aboot that, that Darren's a fuckin' pervert. You're that new lassie fae America int ye? Ahm Stephanie"

It took Abigail a second or two but what Stephanie had said eventually clicked into place "Oh yeah, that's me, I'm Abigail" She smiled awkwardly but Stephanie returned the smile and gestured that Abigail should follow her. Stephanie led Abigail over to a group of girls and made introductions. Most of the girls had their faces glued to their phones or were splitting earphones listening to pounding dance music. A couple of the girls had Nintendo Switches and were playing games that Abigail couldn't see.

"What're you guys playing?"

Neither of the three girls looked up but in unison they answered "Island Explorers "

This, definitely perked up Abigail's day. She'd brought her Switch to school with her (anticipating a lunchtime sat by herself) and her favourite games were the Island Explorers series. The game was simple enough, you had your own little island that you could do whatever you wanted on, plant trees, go fishing, build your camp up to a house and a million other little things to improve the look of your own little slice of paradise. One of the biggest aspects of the game was visiting other people's islands. Some stuff wasn't available on your own island and you had to go out to get it from elsewhere. You could also only build certain things if you found the plans on other people's islands. Abigail had played the game with her friends in USA before she left for Scotland but still visited their islands when she could (the time difference made it difficult for her to be awake when her friends were free)

Abigail pulled her switch out and passed the next 15 minutes showing off her island to what soon became her new group of friends.

The next few days passed by in a blur, Abigail got to know her new friends and they all played together on Island Explorers. She'd even managed to get one of her friends from back home to join in one evening. The weekend soon dawned on Abigail

"You should join wan ae the Facebook groups fur the school Abbie, we've got wan fur everycunt that plays Island Explorers at the school." Stacey told her as they were leaving through the school gates on Friday afternoon "Everywan posts links tae their island so ye can visit and what stuff they've got if ye need any'hin."

Abigail promised she would when she got home. Once home she chatted with her parents about her first week at school, asked her dad how he was settling in at the new office (apparently things were going "Swell" and the guys at the office were "A hoot")

"They even gave me a nickname!" Her dad declared after telling his family how great and welcoming his new colleagues were "Brad The Bawbag"

That evening after dinner, Abigail took herself to her room and began trawling through the various facebook groups she could find. Stacey had invited her to the Island Explorer's page someone had set up for the school and Stephanie had invited her to the general school page for pupils at the school (which turned out to be more of a page for gossiping, posting unflattering pictures of other pupils and petty arguments about subjects that Abigail really didn't understand)

After she joined both groups, Facebook suggested a few more to her, based on some of the other pages and groups she had liked. She joined pages for "Lochend Yung Team", "Island Explorers Mad Squad", "Lochend Loyals" and one titled "Lochend Protestant Paradise". Her parents weren't super religious but her mum always liked the community aspect of going to church, so she thought she'd join the page as well and if the people looked nice she'd invite her mum to the page.

She spent the evening looking through some posts and visited a few other player's islands from what they'd put up in the various groups, most people were really helpful and she managed to get some new crafting plans, loads of materials she couldn't find on her own island and even some animals that weren't native to her own little island. She always made sure to trade or gift things to other players, spare crafting plans she had, some of the games currency or even just some materials the other person was low on.

Abigail loved seeing what people had done with their Islands, some took on a specific theme, (Steph's island looked Japanese, all cherry blossom trees, traditional arches and sweeping bridges). Other people didn't really put much effort into how their island looked, either that or Abigail just didn't understand what sort of look they were going for.

She found a post by Darren Smith (she realised this was the same Darren from her first day at school). He'd put a post up saying that he'd finally finished his island and it was having a grand opening to show it to everyone.

"Awrite troops, Casa Del Smith is finished an' open, mon doon an witness mah fuckin masterpiece fur yersel. Am dain mini games, got a firework display planned and am geein away shit loads ae stuff that a dinnae need noo

Nae fannyin aboot wae ma stuff

Nae stealin mah stuff

Nae Fenians haha

DAZZA1690RFC - H8A-3D0-10A-0LA"

Abigail couldn't really work out what Darren was saying, but about thirty people had commented on it already saying they were going, so she copied the island code into her Switch and made her way to Darren's island.

She watched her avatar be ferried to Darren's island as the area loaded up, the ferry ride gave a decent view of Darren's island and some of its features while a banner of text rolled across the sky as she digitally sailed to the port "Welcome to DAZZA1690RFC's Island, Ibrox!"

The banner had unfurled over the island as she drifted past several poles, proudly fluttering with different flags, one looked liked England's flag but it in the middle it had a red hand within a white star, the second was the flag for the UK which Abigail recognised straight away. The last flag she wasn't sure about, it was a blue flag, set against the background looked to be a white badge she thought she recognised from one of the local football teams. "Gee, this guy really loves soccer, huh?" she said to herself.

Her little boat finally docked and she began wandering around Darren's island. Stacey was there but she couldn't see Stephanie anywhere even though she knew she was online and playing. She typed out a hello to Stacey and a handful of other people but she mainly sauntered around by herself. She had docked at the East side of Ibrox and decided she'd move along to the West and explore there.

Abigail could see why Darren was so proud of his island. He had some really rare buildings and structures that Abigail hadn't seen yet along with loads of custom images loaded into canvases that were left around the gardens. she wandered past a collection of pine trees that were planted in the shape of some letters "F.T.P" - She didn't know what that stood for, "For the people?" she guessed aloud to herself.

She came to a cobbled path at the west side of the island that led north, she followed the path that was lined with lamps draped with bunting and blue coloured bells. The path led to a huge hedge maze,

Abigail zoomed her view out as far as it could go and she could see that the maze was also in the shape of that soccer club badge. She went inside and found a statue of an old guy made of white stone. A plaque sat in front of the man and Abigail walked her little avatar over to read it

"In big Walter's name:

WATP

Fuck the Pope

Big Jock Knew"

Abigail puzzled over the meaning of the plaque. "Who was "Big Walter"? What did this new acronym stand for? What did big Jock know? And what did Darren have against the Pope?". She had too many questions and thought she might find some answers with everyone else. She made her way back to the centre of the island resolved to clear some of these things up, she was also keen to see how the party was going with the other visitors and what everyone else was up to.

She arrived at the central section of the island to a crowd had gathered in front of Darren's two storey home. Darren stood on a platform in front of the crowd and was typing out a welcome to everyone. Hi speech bubbles hovered above his head with each new declaration. for some reason Darren was typing all in caps, Abigail wasn't sure if he was "shouting" or if he just hadn't turned off his caps lock.

"AWRITE TROOPS! WELCOME TAE IBROX. MAH ISLAND'S THE FUCKIN' BEST AND AW YOURS IS SHITE, THAT'S WHY YER AW HERE"

"THE FIREWORKS ARE GAWNE BE SET AFF IN A MINUTE AND EFTER THAT WE CAN AW GIT INTAE A GAME AE ..."

A speech bubble appeared from the crowd and covered the rest of Darren's, obscuring what he was saying.

"Fuck up Darren ya cunt"

Darren's little avatar hopped up and down and paced towards the crowd

"WHO EH FUCK WIS AHT!? WHOS TRYIN TAE GIT FUCKIN WIDE?"

Another speech bubble popped up from the fringes of the crowd, away from Darren as he waded into the crowd. "Yer island's as shite as yer maw's haircut"

Darren's avatar spun and pushed through the crowd to the outspoken player "WIT YOU SAYIN' YA CUNT? AL FUCKIN DO YOU!"

"Aye hawd on al get ma fishin net oot so a can stop you an yer cousin's crabs ya clatty bastard"

Various speech bubbles from other avatars in the crowd started to pop up. "Lolololol", "haha this is fuckin' brilliant", "fight fight fight fight!"

Abigail now noticed several of the avatars had changed their outfit. Her own outfit was some cute dungarees with a yellow shirt and flowery matching hat. She stood out against many of the crowd how now either wore blue and white T-Shirts or green T-shirts with white hoops.

Adorable little pixelated hell broke loose.

Darren and the second offender both brought out shovels and started attacking one another. handfuls of the crowd from either side joined in with shovels, fishing rods and bug catching nets. pockets of similar brawling had broken out amidst the crowd but a number of avatars had ran in different directions. Many headed towards the pier to leave the island and head home, some groups headed towards the west of the island towards the maze, a few headed into the house and she seen a couple making their way to Darren's gardens and vegetable patches.

"Torch the fuckin' place"

Abigail trotted past a group of white and green clad avatars all holding tiny candles aloft as they were chased by a blue wave, tools held aloft.

"Holy shit" Abigail whispered to herself as she watched the bedlam unfolding on the screen. She decided she would head to the pier as well and get herself off Darren's island before everything burned down.

On her way she seen a group of blue defenders loyal to Darren surrounding a pair of green and white avatars, pummelling them with shovels. The brutality was muted by the little stars that popped up along with the "BONK" text everytime someone was hit, injuries were nothing more than dazed spirals instead of eyes and little crosshatched "#" to show scuffs and scrapes.

As the ship sailed out from the island, she took in the spectacle as a whole. Brawls were dotted about everywhere she looked, a good portion of the island was now on fire including every tree on Darren's island, Darren's two storey house was now a three storey blaze and she could see players running back and forth from the nearby well with buckets full of water that were having absolutely no effect to the inferno. Darren's maze had been gutted and reshaped into what looked like a giant penis and testicles, the statue in the middle of "Big Walter" now had a large purple aubergine sticking from his face and "Hail Hail" sprayed across it in paint. Her last sight of the island was of Darren's flags that had been replaced by images of what looked like another football badge, an older ugly looking man with ginger hair and an even uglier looking man in a football strip with a shaved head holding his arms wide.

The following morning, Abigail sat at the kitchen table catching up on her first weekends homework.

“Hey mom.” Abigail asked her mum without looking up from her maths textbook.

“Yes sweetie?” Her mum replied, not looking up from the cutting board she was preparing dinner on.

“Do you or dad know what a fenian bastard is?”

Abigail’s mum stopped cutting the veggies and looked at Abigail.

“Gee, I dunno Abbie, maybe your father knows. Brad! Could you helps us with something hon’?”

“Yes dear?” Abigail’s dad called through from the living room.

“Any idea what a fenian bastard is Brad?"

Brad walked through to the kitchen, folding and tucking his newspaper under his arm while scratching his chin.

“Well gosh, that’s got me stumped, I’ve never heard of a fenian bastard before. I’ll ask the fellas in the office tomorrow and see if they know”

“Thanks Dad” Abigail smiled up at her father as he turned to return to the living room and resume reading his paper.

“Oh! Dad, could you ask them what a hun cunt is too?”

The following weeks were quite informative to Abigail, she learned about the religious divide in Glasgow and its two main football teams. She still didn't understand how the two were linked or why, but she was getting there. She'd also started to understand the local lingo a bit better, both spoken and typed over the internet.

She'd noticed that lots of people were talking about "the old firm game" and how it was expected to be a good one. Having no clue what this was, she asked Stephanie to fill in the blanks one day at school as they were walking to class.

"It's a game ae fitbaw between Ranger's and Celtic" (Stephanie had pronounced Celtic, "Sellick" for some reason) "It's like Glesga's Superbowl, except it happens a couple a times a year. And there's less adverts. And mare fightin'. And it's no shite."

"Ohhhh, I get it" Abigail said. "So it's like the Packers and the Bears, or the Cowboys and the Giants, right?"

Steph screwed up her face at Abigail

"Aye if ye say so hen." Steph's face then lit up like she'd just remembered something "Ye want tae come roon tae mine tae watch the game? Ma da will be away tae the pub tae watch it so we can watch it on the big telly, av got the rest ae the lassies comin' roon tae."

Abigail was mentally a couple of seconds behind as she ran the enigma of the Glaswegian dialect through her language decryption ciphers.

Eventually "Yeah, that sounds great Steph!"

Screenshots from Darren's party had been spread across various Facebook groups and it looked like Darren had commented on every single one of them, swearing revenge. He even got into a fight in school one day with one of the perpetrators of the digitised arson.

Darren wasn't the only one in trouble however.

Abigail was in the kitchen helping her mum prepare dinner, she heard her dad's car pull onto the driveway outside and laughed at her mum's joke about what her dad would think about having salad for dinner tonight. As Abigail heard the car door slam shut almost as loudly as the front door, she had the sense that a salad wasn't going to be what set her dad off.

"Abigail!" he called before even getting to the kitchen. "You and I need to have words young lady!"

Abigail and her mum shared a glance, her mum gave a shrug that said "I don't know".

Abigail's dad stormed into kitchen and pinned Abigail to the spot with his gaze "What's a "Fenian bastard"? What's a "Hun cunt"?" Each phrase was bitten off and punctuated with air quotes. "Where did you learn that sort of language young lady!?"

As Abigail's face grew to a deeper and deeper shade of scarlet, her mum walked to her husband and embraced him. "What's up honey?"

"Well!" Abigail's dad fumed. "I've had just a swell day at work! First, I found out that "Fenian" and "Hun" aren't phrases that should be thrown around a quarterly meeting with the company directors!"

Abigail's dad usually was a pretty chilled out guy, this was the angriest she'd ever seen him.

"Where did you learn that sort of language Abigail? I also didn't realise how much you were swearing either! I thought these were all single words "Huncunt" or something, you know I hate that sort of language under my roof."

Abigail blustered and stuttered incomplete excuses to her dad "Dad, well I, the other kids at school, and, well"

"That's enough missy" her dad cut her off with a slash of his hand through the air. "You're grounded." Abigail's "But, Dad" reply was cut short as her dad shouted over her, "I don't care about your dumb party tomorrow either, you'll just have to take your punishment and miss watching this soccer game with your friends."

"I'm sure you'll see them play each other during the playoffs, dear. Oh, what was the other thing Brad?" Abigail's mum was trying her best to smooth out the tension in the room and defuse things.

Abigail's dad didn't seem to get the message.

"Apparently "Bawbag Brad" isn't the nickname I thought it was, they're basically calling me nutsack Brad!" Her dad's voice took on an exacerbated tone, which Abigail couldn't help but stifle a laugh to despite the injustice done to her.

Her dad glared at her. "Go to your room Abbie, now!"

Abigail lamented over her now solitary weekend and she broke the news to Stephanie that she wouldn't be coming to the party, once Stephanie was finished laughing at Abigail's predicament, she told her that she'd be missed.

"Aw, aye, before a go, if ye dae want tae watch the game somebody'll huv a stream on the go in Island Explorers. Plenty folk hack a stream intae their island and get a squad roon tae watch it."

Stephanie signed herself off from the chat for the night. Despite having little to do the following day, stayed up late to devise a cunning plan.

The following day Abigail got up early, helped her mum around the house and cleaned both her mum and dad's cars. This put her dad in a significantly better mood (something Abigail had planned on all along) so he acquiesced to her request to play with her Nintendo.

She wasn't overly interested in football, she thought to herself "Soccer's dumb, all they do is kick the ball around and dive like they're Olympic gymnasts" Abigail had seen cheerleaders take harder knocks and stay upright, why couldn't these guys? Despite that she thought it was a decent enough way to waste her time today.

She trawled through a few of the Facebook groups and quickly found how to link a live video stream onto her island. Abigail had a big outdoor theatre set up on her island (she used to regularly have a movie night with all of her friends from the USA) and she set up the stream to play on that. She posted into a couple of groups a link to her island and set the preferences to "public - open" meaning people could come and go as they please, she'd seen quite a few people doing similar things but all the streams seemed to be "private - invite only".

She shrugged and copied the post to a few other pages and went to make some snacks before the game.

She returned to her game with a handful of snacks, all of which were soon forgotten when she seen just how busy her island was. Abigail's island "Never-never" was swarming with avatars, cute little characters controlled by players from all over Glasgow were congregating in various groups all around. She'd fenced off certain parts of her island, mainly her house and gardens, so no one could get there without Abigail first opening the gate. The rest of the island however, was swarming. She found it hard navigate her avatar around for all the speech bubbles obscuring her vision, as soon as she started to read what one said a different text bubble would pop up cutting on whatever she was being said.

Few of the avatars looked alike, but many had the same strips (or variations of) that she'd seen during Darren's failed party. A lead weight settled in Abigail's gut and she started to have doubts on the wisdom of throwing a party, she now realised why so many people throwing similar parties had set theirs to private. Deciding it was too late to change things now, she pressed on through the crowd to her big theatre screen and switched it on.

"Hey guys! Welcome to my party! I hope you all have an awesome time xD"

A flurry of speech bubbles exploded from the gathered crowd, from what Abigail could see people were cheering and having a good time.

She grinned to herself as she manoeuvred her avatar through the crowd again, she decided to quickly craft some fireworks and set them off when the match kicked off in five minutes.

As she busied herself in a little corner away from the group, she caught an glimpse of a speech bubble that looked worryingly familiar, the lead weight in her stomach felt significantly heavier now.

"FOLLOW FOLLOW WE WILL FOLLOW RANGERS! FUCKIN YAS YA CUNTS"

Darren's avatar trotted at the front of a group of around twenty other players, all dressed identically as he was in his teams blue colours.

They'd bullied their way to the middle of the clearing in front of the theatre screen and their chants were making reading anything else an impossibility. "HERE BOIS LETS GET THE SASH GAWN, A FUCKIN LOVE THAT SONG"

"A thought youd be oot deliverin the Avon fur yer da Dazza"

An avatar decked out in a green and white strip opposite from Darren detached himself from a group, most of which followed him and now stood across the clearing from the blue bubble of Darren's entourage.

"WIT YOU SAYIN JONNY A FUCKIN TAIG? YER MAW PUNS COUNCIL YA UNWASHED FUCKIN ZOMBIE" Darren's avatar stomped up and down as he delivered his reply. It was obvious the rest of the crowd had noticed this as no one else was saying anything.

"Am sayin' ahm just surprised ye've got time tae watch the game between deliverin Avon fur yer da and shaggin yer cousin" Various bubbles filled with "LOL" or "Haha" floated up around Jonny's retort.

"SHE WISNE MA FUCKIN COUSIN FUR FUCK SAKE, HOW MANY TIMES DAE A NEED TAE TELL YE YA TATTIE PEELIN CUNT!?"

"Aye? Tell is again who she wis Dazza"

Darren's reply didn't come as quick as his previous ones, Abigail guessed she wasn't the only one sat with baited breath infront of their console waiting for the reply.

"SHE WIS ONLY MA SECOND COUSIN"

A lull descended over the scene, if only for a second as Darren's declaration hung in the air, solitary.

The eruption of laughter wasn't confined to the game, Abigail burst into fits of giggle as flurries of "HAHA" and "LOL" burst from almost every avatar present.

"FUCK THIS MAN, INTAE THESE CUNTS TROOPS!"

Darren threw what was presumably the first item in his inventory, a rainbow trout, at Jonny which struck his avatar in the face and sent it to the ground. Darren's avatar sprinted forward with his group hot on his heels, Jonny's gang leapt to meet them and a melee broke out. Shovels, mops, brooms and fishing hooks rose and fell to the steady beat of "Boop!", the games default sound when a player was struck.

Other players had already started trashing and looting her island amidst the chaos.

"What the fuck is it with these Scot's and starting fires in this game!?" Abigail mumbled to herself, as she praised her forethought to fence off her home.

As Abigail tried deal with the situation, fire fighting both literally and metaphorically, she soon saw that the situation was well beyond her control. It wasn't long before she retreated to the safety of her garden, her own little oasis in the middle of this inferno. She sat her avatar on her porch swing and watched as the anarchy devolved to chaos and then from chaos to a small riot. Gangs still marauded around hunting for victims and fires still burned, but the pandemonium was slowly petering out.

The embers were finally dying out when...

"YE HINK YE'VE FUCKIN' WON THIS JONNY YA DICK? YER RANG, AV TEXT A FEW MATES AE MINE"

"That right Dazza? Av phoned a few ae ma boys tae"

Abigail sighed as two groups emerged, both clad in colours of the opposite team and significantly bigger than the previous groups.

A bubble popped up from one avatar amidst the ocean of blue and white "Intae these dirty cunts Inter City Boys!"

A reply popped up as a wave of green and white crashed against them "CSC number fuckin one!"

Abigail rolled her eyes and threw her Nintendo onto her bed, closing the game as she did so.

"Maybe it's time I found a new way to spend my time" Abigail thought as she scrolled through her news feed. She decided to take a break from Island Explorers and definitely wanted to keep her distance from this whole "Old Firm" and "Secterianism" thing, she really didn't understand it at all.

"Ohh, the school has a netball team, neat!"

Abigail clicked join on the group for Lochend's girls Netball team, The Green Brigade.

#short story #reading #readblr #writing #writers on tumblr #scottish writers #writeblr #phonetics #glasgow #glaswegian #animal crossing #rangers fc #celtic fc #story #storyblr

[jj-lynn21]

Plastic and Glass: Rocker Axel ch 1

ch 2  ch 3   ch 4  ch 5   ch 6  ch 7​

Original story introducing Axel & Stephanie can be found HERE

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff 

Painting of Axel by @hiddlelecki

Stephanie lays against Axel’s back. Arms wrapped around his waist. It is a hot July fourth day. Her white skirt riding up two inches above mid-thigh to almost show her lacy white thong. Her red, white, and blue tank top is almost sticking to her. Axel got to her place to pick her up at almost noon. It is a little over an hour from his place, but he assured her it was no trouble.

Axel missed Stephanie since the semester ended. He didn’t care what he had to do to have her back in his arms again. How far he had to drive was no obstacle. He just wanted to sweep her away anywhere private to hear her laugh, her cries and to feel her pussy tightening around his cock again. She sounded so tense over the phone when she called him.

  “Hi, Axel I miss you. I can barely sleep lately.”

  “I miss you to, Stephanie. You need some help? I have no probably talking you though a orgasm again. I love the way you sound when those tiny fingers make their way down to rub against your clit, I’m so excited thinking about how I could…”

Stephanie whines, “stop Axel. Please. I just can’t right now. And you talking like that doesn’t help.”

“I have a three-day weekend for the fourth of July. And Zeigeist has a show Saturday with Dark Breed.  Can I come pick you up? Take you away from your frustrations for awhile? I really need to be with you and I think you feel the same.”

Stephanie did feel the same. She lived in a basement apartment with her Mother upstairs. Her Mother had already appeared downstairs anytime she slid on her Zeigeist sweatshirt and put their CD on to listen to, to make herself feel better. After the third time her Mother interrupted, Stephanie just quit trying. As Stephanie talked to Axel on the phone her Mother had decided to come downstairs to do laundry which was right outside her door. Sure, it was fiscally more responsible to live so close to her Mother who insisted on paying most of the bills, but physically and mentally she thought sometimes it would kill her.

“Yeah, Axel.” Her voice sounded cheerier. “But my family usually have lunch together and latter go see fireworks at the lake. Would you be ok meeting them? My brother is about your height. His wife will be there and my Mother.”

“That would be just fine.” Axel grins on the other end, “You and me on a blanket. My arms wrapped around you to keep you warm if it gets chilly. Maybe I’ll kiss your cheek, maybe down your neck…”

“I’ll see you at noon then?” She cuts him off a little agitated.

“Yeah, and I’ll be on my best behavior,” Axel promised. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Stephanie whispered.

When Stephanie hung up there was a knock at her door. Even though she knew damn well who it was she asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s your Mother.”

Stephanie got up off the couch to open the door, “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just doing laundry.” Her Mother said. “Do you want me to do yours?”

Stephanie really had to concentrate not to roll her eyes, “I’ll do it when I have a full load.” She didn’t want her Mother to ask her why she needed lacy panties and bras in shades of reds, pinks, black and white.

“Oh, ok.” Her Mother stood there a few more seconds. “Who were you talking to on the phone?”

She thought, I’m fucking 25 years old. Its not really your business. Stephanie said, “My boyfriend Axel. He has some time off, so I invited him to lunch Friday and fireworks.”

“Oh,” She paused. “Just talk to your brother. I don’t know how difficult it would be for him to add a fifth person to our reservation.”

Again, Stephanie struggles not to roll her eyes, “I’ll call him.”

Instead of calling her brother she decided to just walk to his house about a mile away. It was already seventy degrees Fahrenheit so perfect walking weather. Maybe it would calm her frustrations. She had to walk through her mother’s apartment upstairs since her private entry door was busted up and tied shut until the landlady could fix it.

“Where are you going?” Her Mother said looking up from her book.

“Just a walk,” She didn’t dare tell her Mother she was going to her brother’s to talk about getting some privacy. Offending her was never a good idea.

Her brother answered the door when she knocked.

“What’s up sis?” He let her inside and sat back by his wife on the couch. The TV was playing sports center which he turned down to chat with his sister.

Stephanie plops down in the oversized chair. “Axel has a long weekend, so he is going to join us Friday if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, I’d love to meet your boyfriend.” Her brother said. “My friends that go to your University told me you two are practically living together. I’m sure Mom wouldn’t approve but if he makes you happy, I’ll kill him later.” He chuckled.

“We are not living together,” she informed him blushing a little. “But we could use some privacy when he gets here about noon.”

“Please, no details.” He put his hand up to stop her from talking.

Stephanie’s sister-in-law laughed. “We will pick her up at 11:30 a.m. incase your friend is early. We can take her shopping. Then we will all meet at Applebee’s by 1pm. Sound good, Steph?”

“Yeah, thanks,” She got up and hugged them both before leaving.

When Friday afternoon rolls around, they do exactly what they said they would. Axel pulls in her driveway at 11:45 a.m.

    Axel texts:

    I found your place babe.

    Stephanie texts:

      Great, no one is here so you can come inside.

Axel texts her back a grin.  Just her choice of words gets him excited. And that is exactly what she meant it to do. As he is getting off his motorcycle, Stephanie walks out onto the porch.

“New ride?” She asked.

He practically runs up on the porch, picking her up. “Summer ride.” He kisses her, heading into the house.  “I’ve missed you, Steph. I’ve been craving you.” His voice a low gravel that she can feel through her entire body.

Stephanie has her legs and arms wrapped around him as soon as he picks her up. “I have missed you too. We need to walk downstairs to my place. My private door is fucked up, so we need to walk through my Mother’s apartment.”

There are three apartments set up in the house Stephanie lives in. The basement, main floor, and an attic apartment that no one is living in currently. Axel puts her down. She takes his hand and leads him through her mom’s living  currently. The next room is the bedroom. Axel stops and sits on the bed pulling Stephanie to stand between his legs. He looks up at her as he bounces a little.

“This will do,” He grins.

“Absolutely not.” Stephanie smirks.

She pulls him to get up as he pouts out his bottom lip.

“The door to my place is right through her kitchen.” She takes him though.

Stephanie opens the door to the basement. She points as they get downstairs, “There is a small laundry room over there. My place is right through this door.” She opens the door puling him inside before closing and locking it. Its just two rooms but its enough for me.” She goes to sit on the edge of the bed. “Couch over there with the tv across from it which I can also watch from my bed here. A small kitchen area there and the restroom is thru the far door.”

Axel nods. Hands on his hips as he looks around at all the pink and black. “Nice.” He pulls off his red high neck t-shirt. With it on a person could only see the word eat tattooed on his neck. He tosses it on to the couch before kneeling in front of Stephanie. His hands run up her legs under her skirt as he looks to her.

Stephanie lifts off her tank top. Undoes her bra. Tosses them both to the floor. Caresses Alex face leaning down to kiss him.

Axel encourages her to lay back as they kiss. Barely taking a breath between their kissing getting deeper. His hand pulls off her panties. Stephanie mews softly as his lips move down over her neck, paying attention to each of her breasts as his fingers rub down her slip dipping in to feel her readiness for him. When he pulls away to stand, she whimpers.

“I just have to get my jeans off and some protection on Stephanie” He grabs a condom from his back pocket before taking his tight jeans off. He puts it on and moves back over her kissing her passionately.

Axel’s cock gives Stephanie the good stretch, wonderful fullness she was missing so badly. She pulsed her hips against his as he moved to make her feel good. Hands linked. She griped on his hands tightly as his thrusts became harder. They practically breath in Unison. Maybe its because they had not been together for a month.  Maybe it’s the lack of closeness before this. But it doesn’t take either of them long to finish. 

Axel brushes some hair out of her face, “better?”

“Better,” Stephanie smiles.

He pulls out and gets up. Takes the condom off dumping it in kitchen trash before getting back in bed with her. He holds her close. “How long do we have before we need to leave?”

Stephanie looks at the black clock on the wall with hot pink hands and numbers. “We should get ready to go but I want to lay here another minute.”

Axel kisses her temple. “Alright.”

A few minutes later they get up. Clean up. And they walked out to his motorcycle.

“I have something for you,” He got a shimmery pink helmet out of one of the two saddle bags on either side of the back tire. “I want to keep you safe when we ride.”

Stephanie squeals. “I love it.”

Axel put the helmet on her. “Fits great.” He put his helmet on and got on. “Wrap those legs around the seat and your arms around me.”

She mounted the cycle and held him. She didn’t want to let go once they got to the restaurant. She laid against his back holding around his waist. Eyes were closed until she had to open them to go inside.

#au #rocker axel #axel and stephanie #axel cluney #fanfic #fantasy #fiction #original story #love #fluff #smut #angst #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård smut

[incoherentbabblings]

TimSteph dialogue #16 Angst pleaseeeeee!!

Fic Ask Game - “I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.

Standing in the cave, in the limited light, dressed only in a white tank top and shorts, Tim thought Stephanie looked otherworldly, half in the land of the living, half in the land of the dead.

Knowing what she had endured the past year, he thought maybe it was an accurate reading.

He plodded over to her carefully. Quietly, but loud enough that she wouldn’t jump when he finally spoke aloud.

She was lingering near Jason’s Robin case, fingers reaching out and touching the plaque. A slight frown was on her soft features, like she was trying to piece something together in her head.

“Steph?” Tim asked, stopping aside her. He didn’t like being near Jason’s case on the best of days, and now that Jason had returned and was playing merry hell with their lives, Tim had begun to resent Bruce keeping it out. Maybe now it was less for Jason’s death and more the death of whatever happy child had come before.

Stephanie continued to look thoughtful. “He still has this up.” She stated.

It seemed her and Tim were on the same line of thought, and he tried not to be happy at the idea of it.

“Yes.”

She couldn’t look Tim in the eye. She blinked five times in quick succession, the gears in her head turning. “He didn’t take it down when Jason came back.

“No.”

“But Jason’s not dead anymore. And he kept it up.”

Her tone was not questioning, more like true statements of facts that she had pieced together in her mind. Tim watched her watch the case.

“He said I was Robin. He said that wasn’t a lie.” She clung to her forearms, holding herself. 

“It wasn’t. Not to me.”

She didn’t look mollified by his words and instead became confused.

“I…Did I get anything like this? Did he put it away when you found out about me?”

“…No. There was never anything here.” Tim’s own little bunker was a different story. But he couldn’t tell her that. He didn’t deserve to, and besides, that wasn’t the point of her questions.

“But I didn’t get this case. I didn’t get anything. Not believing I had died or not… there was nothing of me left behind.”

“Steph…”

But it seemed she had opened her own floodgates to her pain, and she began to rant, holding tight to herself. Her words were fast, exiting her mouth as quickly as thoughts came in, breathless, incoherent and disjointed. 

“He said it wasn’t a lie, but then he… I didn’t want to leave but my mom would have been… and Leslie thought… and I wanted you.”

She finally turned to look at Tim, colour bright in her cheeks. “I asked for you. I thought you hated me and I—”

“Never.” Tim gasped. “I couldn’t hate you.”

“But you didn’t come.” She sounded more upset than accusatory. Her self-loathing winning out over anger at Tim. “And I don’t know why.”

“He kept you from me!” He urged, trying to make her understand. He wanted to hug her. He wanted to touch her. But he didn’t have the right. He had to make do with words. “It wasn’t… I tried. But he didn’t tell me how long you were gone for. He didn’t tell me where he’d taken you, and then when I finally found out he’d told me you’d… He didn’t want me to watch you die.

Her gut trembled like she had been punched. She curled away from him, stumbling and bent in two. He followed her, making sure she couldn’t trip and hurt herself, but still felt unable to comfort her. Finally, she straightened after an internal argument, her guilt having won.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me to say. You shouldn’t have had to see that. To see me like that.

“I wanted to. You wanted to. That was all that should have counted.”

She shut her eyes and raised her head, tilting towards that thin stream of light coming down from above. 

“I thought… I thought you forgot about me.” 

“Never.” He said again. The admission was enough to make him reach for her. He was being a little selfish, but he just wanted to touch her again. After their last kiss, they had both maintained a sort of physical distance. The easy touches of a year ago were long gone, but he still yearned for them.

His fingers brushed her exposed neck, to which she gasped and opened her eyes. Moving her head forward once more, his hand curled under her chin, thumb pressing on her pulse point. Her heartbeat was thin and fast.

She sighed in a moment of weakness, softening under his touch. 

Stephanie blinked, the moment ending with a hardened gaze, and she observed him. “I’m staying for real in Gotham this time.”

“I know.”

“I matter.”

“You do.” Of course she did. 

But it didn’t matter what Tim believed, not in the end.

“I want him to believe it. No pretty words on a dying girl’s deathbed.”

But Bruce… The ever present boogieman, distorting what truly mattered. 

She stepped away, denying Tim the intimacy he craved. He tried to tell her that what she wanted was not something she could make Bruce do, and to not even attempt it. Tim had lost so much faith in Bruce in recent months, he didn’t want to watch Stephanie try to prove herself to a man who did not deserve it. It would only end badly…

He did not speak. He watched her step away, back towards the stairs and away from him. He let her go, feeling he didn’t have the right to be near her or advise her in the way he used to. He and Bruce had failed her, and the guilt swallowed him up.

He glared at Jason’s case, wishing more than anything in that moment that he could smash it to pieces.

#Anonymous #tim drake #stephanie brown #TimSteph #my fic tag #This point in time of their relationship is so difficult to write about! #Thank you for the request anon!

[iphoenixrising]

For 700 Followers!

Hi babe.

That is terribly angsty and now I’m intrigued.

(Just a note for babe not familiar with No Home for Dead Birds or Fracture: I write a scene in which Tim literally has a gun to head. This is not lighthearted angst, please be warned if you read this.)

**

At one time, his colors had been red, gold, and green.

At one time, he’d been part of something bigger, something important. A legacy.

At one time, he’d been able to fly without being afraid of falling.

Being Robin had been the epitome. Even with all the terrible things he’d endured, all the injuries, all the catastrophes, all the insane megalomaniacal baddies breathing down his neck, he wouldn’t have traded the tunic for anything in the world.

(Dick had known it, had known how painful it was for Tim give it up once his Dad found out.)

He would have died with the R on his chest and never had a single regret.

Realistically, he couldn’t have been Robin forever, and he’d known that someday he would have to give it up and either move on with his life as a regular person, or take on another name, another mask, to keep fighting the good fight.

He hadn’t expected Dick would take it without a thank-you or fuck you to mark the end. That hadn’t been in the plan.

But it’s fine because Dick was the first and Robin had been his anyway, right?

Right.

Wrong.

Staring down the .45 in hand, the gun his father hadn’t had the chance to use to save his own life, Tim Drake wonders how it all came down to this.

(Last one left standing. Of fucking course.)

How it had all come out so badly, how he could barely step foot back in Gotham, how he had to avoid the Manor, the Carriage House, his own family home. How he couldn’t pick up the phone or answer texts coming from his former team. How he could barely keep himself the fuck together now that Bruce was back. How his hands would start to shake when the Manor phone number popped up (Alfred). How his mind’s eye would go back to Dick at the Big Computer in the Batsuit, telling him they were still equals. How he would imagine what would happen if he hadn’t caught himself when that zip line was cut. How he would sit in his safe house, off the Bat radar, and mourn the times when he was actually–

(happy)

–part of a family.

The pictures from an old Vans shoebox, the ones he’d taken back when he’d had the run of Gotham, following Batman and Robin (Jason), are burning in the kitchen sink. He watches Nightwing’s blurry face melt away and pretends there aren’t tears in his eyes.

The old memorabilia from Haley’s Circus is in a storage unit outside the city, along with a box that has his last Robin suit.

The lawyer has strict instructions to deliver the key and a letter to his former adopted father, Bruce Wayne, upon news of his death so anything incriminating can be properly disposed.

(They wouldn’t need any of it anyway. They could just shred all of it and wash their hands of him. The Robin that never should have been.)

A map with all his safe houses would be send to Conner Kent, along with a letter of apology.

His favorite nerd shirts would go to Ives.

The sundries in his Perch would be for Steph, and the penthouse itself would go to Babs in case things in the theatre went sideways.

Bart would get a zip drive with all their old shenanigans on video, the only copies left once his systems uploaded relevant data to Titan’s Tower and his electronic footprint would be–

gone.

The box with the Red Robin costume he wore was already sealed and addressed to Jason Todd. The note on top was short and sweet: You were right. It never should have been me after all.

He’d already arranged for his share in Wayne Enterprises to be returned to Bruce Wayne immediately, handing him his family’s company back without any strings attached.

Months ago, he’d returned The Red Bird to the Cave when he was sure no one would be around to catch him. The implication that Robin would need the car one day right there in the fact he’d brought it back because honestly, it was never really his in the first place.

Alfred would get his pick of antiques from Drake Manor, and the house itself would be given to the city to be used as a halfway home for runaway teens. He’d made sure the funding would be there to run it for a few years. The donation was made in his mother’s name.

The hilt molds to his palm, the barrel glinting bright in the night. To his credit, his hands aren’t shaky when he slides the clip home and pulls the slide back to put one in the chamber.

(The team had been working fine without him for a while now. Even if they did need someone, there was another Robin to join the roster and keep them moving forward.)

An abrupt light in the darkness, his phone screen lighting up with a missed call notification.

Missed call: Dick the OG

Ironic since the last time he’d come this far, it had been him calling out to the last person he thought could pull him back.

(Not this time. He has a new little brother, a new Robin.)

Slowly, without putting down the .45, he presses the ignore when the phone starts buzzing against with another incoming call. He thumbs the button on the side to turn the phone completely off without listening to the voicemail.

The clip makes a difference, but the absurdity of it, of the last time he did this, was when his future self was a murdering, gun-toting Batman, and the only way he could see to stop it was to stop himself.

The press of the barrel is familiar, and not in that soothing kind of way.

He blinks, just blinks, and his face is wet, which is really stupid because no one is going to miss him any damn way.

His chest gets tight when he fingers the trigger guard, giving himself the time he needs to do it right. In the final moments, he inanely thinks about the time he was huddled against Dick, right after he'd almost tried cloning his dead best friends in an insane attempt to bring them back. It's really the last time he remembers being held, being warm, feeling like he still fucking mattered. It was Dick holding him tight with restraining, breathing against the top of his head, fingers buried in his hair.

It's when he could be weak while still in the mask, babbling to Dick about how he can't do this, he can't lose them all. He was crying then, too, when he told Dick about his mom and dad leaving, leaving, always fucking leaving. About how he got used to seeing their backs more than their faces. How he was left standing on his own for too damn long to just let it keep happening. He couldn't keep losing them, couldn't keep seeing people walk away, how it fucking breaks him.

And in the here and now, his chest hitches, eyes fluttering, hand tightening down because he'd said...and Dick had...

"But I'm here, Timmy. I'm always going to be your big brother!"

It had been the last time he'd been surrounded by the famed octopus hold.

(It was the last time for a lot of things.)

He laughed, smothered in Dick shoulder, something further away from a sob. "Then I guess you'll at least never leave me, right?"

"You will never be able to get rid of me. C'mon. We're going the hell home and having a movie day. Screw the Lazarus Pit, Robin. It's time for some R and R."

Dick had half-carried him to the waiting Batplane and talked him down out of trying to use the Pit for his own gain ever again.

The first knuckle rests on the smooth curve, a six-pound trigger.

(In the end, they all leave.)

(Not again.)

Conner's terrible mohawk and leather jacket.

Bart racing Wally at a hotdog eating competition.

Cassie running full tilt to throw herself at him when he'd come to Titan's Tower to ask them for help when Ra's was going to kill everyone Batman ever loved.

Raven nuzzling Gar out of plain sight so no one would think she was totally gone for him.

Jason coming to the Tower, alive good God, and the Robin he used to be super-imposed to be his hero and enemy in the same ghostly figure.

Bruce putting a hand on his shoulder on a ride back to the Cave, chasing the dawn, the Good work, tonight tired but sincere, and his whole body lights up.

His mother looking at peace in her coffin, a lily in her folded hands.

His eyes close on the out-of-the-way safe house, the plain beige walls, stripped and soulless. He keeps the team in his mind, the times he was happy.

Now.

Instead of a resounding boom followed by his grey matter splattering his personality, intelligence, imagination, him all over–

the wall to the safe house caves in under a super punch.

Conner is white as a sheet on the other side, brick and mortar crumbling under his hands. "No! Tim. Tim. Put. The. Gun. Down."

His mouth is dry and his brain pan full of nothing but pain and disappointment.

(But you brought it all on yourself, didn't you? The Robin nobody wanted. The son nobody asked for.)

He isn't numb enough to be calm, cool, and collected. "All...all you have to do–" a hitch in his breathing "–is walk away."

The meta floats in a little closer, hovering over the flooring instead of outside. His hands stretch out, gaze focused and intense.

"Can't do that, buddy. Looks like I should have been more of an asshole after all the League of Assassins shenanigans. Sorry, my bad."

Kon knows he's in trouble when Tim Drake doesn't laugh.

"Tim," he goes to serious in about two point five seconds because the hand holding that shiny automatic tightens enough for him to hear the screws in the hilt strain, "Tim. It's me here, okay? It's just you and me, just like it's always been. We’re besties, whether you're Robin or Red Robin or Tim fucking Drake because that guy is so damn cool." He inches closer, wondering if he's fast enough, wondering if he can really get to Tim in time–

Like the former Robin can read his mind, those violet-blue eye give him a blink.

"I’ve always wondered if you really are faster than a speeding bullet."

“No!”

(...as it turns out, he isn’t.)

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When She Came Back - Part 5

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader

Summary: At the end of season 11, it’s not Mary who’s brought back, but the Winchester’s six year old sister.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst, injuries, panic attack

A/N: I’m sorry, it’s been a while, but now I’m back. Thank you to my amazing friends @nickiwinchester97 , @hailey-kansas and @mlovesstories who put up with me, help me with stuff and keep me going. Another thank you goes out to all of you who like my stories, support me and are more patient with me than I deserve. You’re awesome.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

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It had been a slow night at the Grayson Memorial Hospital. There wasn’t much going on in the small town and except for some minor injuries, pregnancies and a car crash every once in a while the doctors didn’t really have much to do.

Just one girl had been brought in that night, unconscious due to blood loss. The surgeon on night shift was operating on her with his team, the only remotely exciting thing during the last few hours, if it wasn’t for the two men sitting on the plastic chairs in the hallway.

Stephanie was trying to focus on rasping her nails, one of the many things she liked to do to get through the dull night shifts without going crazy or falling asleep, but she couldn’t help staring. They looked handsome but just as scary, nervous and dangerous, and she knew they weren’t from here.

Her attention was suddenly caught by someone else.

“Hey, Steph,” sighed Janice as she leaned over the counter of the reception desk. Stephanie gave the nurse a smile and greeted back, noticing how tired she looked.

“I'm going home, Jake is taking over for me. You can tell those two guys there that it's going to take a while. They should probably go home.”

“Yeah, they look pretty worn out. Did they bring the girl here? Will she make it?”

Stephanie was dying to finally get some answers. She'd been waiting for someone to stop by, have someone to talk to and get information from, and Janice was just what she needed.

“I think so. They look kinda creepy, don't you think? Did they say who they are? Has anyone called the police or something?”

Stephanie shrugged. It wasn't her job, but now she did feel bad for just sitting and staring instead of doing something.

“Anyway…” Janice mumbled, looking over to the men before turning back to Stephanie, “they look really hot though. Tall. I bet there are some nice abs hiding under that red shirt.”

“Good thing you're not staring too much,” Stephanie replied with a cheeky grin and waved goodbye to her colleague who rolled her eyes and turned to leave. When the door fell shut behind her, Stephanie sighed and got up, leaving the counter.

The closer she got, the more she realized how worn out the two men actually were. Cuts and bruises covered their skin, it seemed like they hadn't slept for weeks, and they both looked up alarmed as she walked up to them.

“Excuse me, are you the legal guardians of the girl that was brought in tonight?”

The two men exchanged a quick, nervous look before nodding.

“Yes, we brought her here. What did the doctor say? Is she okay?”

Stephanie noticed the urgency in the man's voice, he was impatient and desperate. She knew this kind of behavior. He was scared, genuinely scared for the girl, which made her look over the fact that they couldn't identify themselves as her legal guardians.

“I'm sorry, we don't know much yet. The surgery will probably take a while. Maybe you should go home? Inform relatives, take care of yourselves.”

Stephanie took the opportunity to take a glance at their bodies. They looked even worse than she thought, still handsome but badly beaten up. It wasn't until now that she noticed something weird about the taller man's red shirt.

Stumbling, she took a step back as she realized that the shirt wasn't actually red, but drenched in blood. There were some grey spots on it where the liquid hasn't been and a few drops on the floor were proof of how fresh it still was.

After only a second the men had figured out what shocked the receptionist. “We're not leaving, we'll be here when she wakes up,” the man with shorter hair stated before turning to the other one, “but maybe you should go change.”

He held out keys that the other man took, slowly getting up from the chair. “Sorry,” he said, smiling awkwardly. Stephanie watched him leave before hurrying back to her desk, where she grabbed her phone with shaking hands.

There was a steady beeping sound. It reminded you of your mom's alarm clock, how it would ring through the house until she would finally hit the snooze button. You didn't want to get up just yet, you felt way too tired to even turn around.

Something was off. It didn't sound quite right, not exactly like your mom's alarm clock, and it seemed to be really close to you.

The feeling that something was wrong grew stronger, and with that you woke up even more, as much as it was possible with how heavy and drowsy you felt. You noticed pain, especially in your stomach and your leg, but you couldn't move.

The beeping sound changed. It became faster, quicker, as you started to panic. Why couldn't you move? Why did it hurt? Why did everything feel so heavy?

Other sounds suddenly mingled into the shrill beeps, there were voices, something rattled. You wanted to scream as something touched your hand, something else than the heavy thickness that seemed to hold your body down, keep you from moving.

As much as you tried, no sound came out. You couldn't scream. It felt like it would be drowned out by the other noises anyway, the beeping, the voices. There was one that caught your attention.

“No.”

It sounded gruff, aggressive. You knew the voice, you just couldn't put together who it belonged to, but it was loud and very close to you.

“No, wait!”

Again, the voice was at the edge of yelling. It fueled your own fear and you still tried to figure out what was going on. You tried to breathe but there was no air, you were choking on nothing.

“Sir, she's having a panic attack. Please step back or we'll have to remove you from the room.”

“If you sedate her again every time she'll never wake up. You have to give her a chance sooner or later!”

It was the familiar voice, now fully screaming. The room was quiet after that except for the beeping, until suddenly, you heard the people start shuffling around.

“She stopped breathing!” someone stated in an urgent tone, and you felt the thing that was still touching your hand pulling on it.

“No.”

It was the gruff voice, now quiet, and you finally realized who it belonged to. It was Dean's.

Again, you felt something pulling on your hand. It occurred to you that it was a hand, Dean's hand, and that it wasn't pulling on you - it was being pulled away from you.

No. No no no.

If that really was Dean, you couldn't lose him again. You tried to hold on to him. You needed him right now, you wanted him to take away the burning pain from your chest, you wanted him to tell you that everything was going to be okay.

“Wait!” he suddenly said, loud and clear, making everything stop for just a second. “She's conscious. She… she squeezed my hand.”

You barely heard that he was even saying something. The pain in your chest was consuming everything, but at least you didn't feel that heavy anymore. Instead, it seemed like you were light as a feather, slowly floating away.

A hand on your face brought you back to the ground.

“Come on sweetheart, I know you can hear me.”

His fingers were on your cheek and chin, slightly tipping your head back and gently adding pressure to make you open your mouth. More hands joined his, moving the thing under your nose.

“You need to breathe, you hear me? Please, take a breath.”

It hurt. It hurt so bad, but you finally managed to regain a little control over your muscles that were convulsed and tensed from the panic attack. You could hear multiple people take a breath with you, yours shaky and their full of relief.

“Good. Just like that.”

Dean's voice kept you calm and encouraged you to take another ragged breath. You tried to shake off the things on your face, but his hand didn't let you. It was quiet when you eventually opened your eyes.

Your eyes took a few seconds to get used to the brightness. There were multiple people around your bed, most of them dressed in white, but you only had eyes for one of them.

“Hey, shorty,” Dean whispered, a relieved smile on his face. His grip on your face loosened as he noticed that you were now breathing properly.

For a while the two of you just looked at each other, content with being together and alive. His other hand was still holding yours, you could feel his thumb running over the back of your hand. It was a peaceful moment until it suddenly got interrupted by someone else.

“How are you feeling?”

You slightly turned your head to see where that strange voice came from. Your eyes went wide as you saw a doctor leaning over you, another one right next to him. It was almost funny how you suddenly got thrown back into the panic you’d just escaped from, how you felt so scared and vulnerable just because someone said a sentence. Everyone immediately noticed the change in your demeanor.

“Hey. Hey, focus on me. Tell me how you're feeling,” Dean said, trying to diffuse the situation. You did as he said and turned back to him.

“You look like crap.”

The sentence came out quiet and hoarse, but it earned you a chuckle from your brother. “Oh, you should see yourself,” he simply replied. “So that's really the first thing you have to say after almost dying?”

You softly shook your head, your eyes never leaving his. “I'm scared.”

He nodded at your whispered words. “I know. It's okay. You'll be just fine. We're safe now.”

Your shaky voice told him you weren't convinced yet. “Where's Sammy?”

“He's fine. I made him get a motel room so that he could clean and fix himself up. This whole thing got him good.” His voice was low, it was obvious that he was worried. A sad smile appeared on his face as he squeezed your hand.

“Are you okay?” you asked, your big sister instincts coming through. It was an understatement when you said he looked like crap.

“I'm fine. Don't worry about me.”

“You don't look fine.”

“No offense, but neither do you.”

“I'm just tired.”

That made him look up, but not because it was a lie. You followed his gaze to see one of the doctors slowly inject a liquid into a tube that eventually led to your arm.

“What-” Dean started but was quickly interrupted by the man.

“Sir, we need you to leave the room now.”

Dean turned towards the doctor, building himself up in front of him but still not letting your hand go.

“I won't leave her.”

The man started to back down a little, intimidated by your brother, but another doctor quickly jumped in.

“Sir, please, you shouldn't be here. She'll be out in a few seconds anyway. Don't make us call security.”

The air in the room was thick and tensed, everyone was waiting for a reaction.

“Dean,” you whispered, catching his attention. “What are they doing to me?”

He immediately crouched back down next to you and shook his head.

“Nothing, sweetheart. You're just gonna sleep a little, okay?”

You could feel your eyelids getting heavy, it was hard to focus on Dean.

“Don't go.”

“I'm not gonna go far, don't worry. I'll be here when you wake up.”

His head went back up to your head again, gently stroking your hair. It made you feel safe and you finally gave in, closing your eyes and letting the darkness take over.

You would have fought harder if you’d known that Dean wouldn’t be there when you woke up.

Part 6

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