Consider: An AU where Bruce was visiting Jason's grave right when he dug himself out of it. Like, imagine, Bruce is there to drop off flowers, talking to the stone when the earth under it turns up and a hand reaches out. Jason, who has been desperately clawing his way to the air above, feels a hand take his and haul him back into the sun. His father is there to take him home. For a time, father and son are just happy to be reunited. And then Jason finds out that the man who killed him is still alive. idk, is this anything?
This is quite a common premise for a lot of wholesome cute fix it fanfics and I'm gonna say the same thing I always say when someone's asks "what would have happened if someone was there when Jason dug himself out of the ground" and that is I don't think your first instict to seeing someone crawl out of their grave after 6 months of them being dead is "this is a miracle" as much as it would be "this shit is cursed fuck this zombie" especially in the dc universe or even just Gotham a city that is already cursed to the high heavens add onto that how paranoid Bruce is if he sees Jason crawl out of the ground when he just so happened to be visiting... nope that is a trap 100% someone is fucking with him Jason's going back where he belongs
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The fishing stream was so interesting in showing the parent-child dynamics
Fit and Ramon go to kill the whales that kept griefing Philza's doc, putting their time into being productive and doing the dangerous, hands-on work before having some fun with TNT
Etoiles and Pomme started play-fighting, Etoiles being his typical annoying dad-self and doing his usual teasing banter, but it turned into a sparring session at some point with Etoile genuinely encouraging Pomme to keep trying when she fails
Chayanne is independent and starts doing his own thing, very much like Philza who checks in to make sure he's doing ok before going off to do his own thing (fixing the doc)
Its so cool to see how the eggs have reflected their parents from just this one stream; you have so many moments like Leo making builds cause of Foolish, Dapper becoming a night owl grinder like Bad, Richas being just as stubborn as Forever, and so much more
It also gets kinda sad cause you can see how even though Tallulah is Philza's daughter, she was Wilbur's first, and it shows so much in her dramaticism, how she likes to have quiet moments to herself, her introspection, and of course her affinity for angsty RP. Just like her papa, ever the performer. And its not Philza's thing or Chayanne's, which is why she seems so alone in it: because it was Wilbur's. She was Wilbur's.
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Could you do fic for Checo Perez with wife reader? He had some insecurity after his crash during race. He doubt about his ability to race because of the comments and criticism. She comforted him through it all with "You're the strongest person I know." Just something fluff and comfort. Thanks!! :))
I can't do it anymore - Sergio Pérez
Requested by: Anon
Masterlist<3
Pairing: Sergio Pérez x Wife!reader
Warning: fluff, bad English, a little sad, mentions of feeling insecure
Word count: 1073
I was in the team’s garage the moment I saw Checo crash, in a fraction of a second what was a happy day, ended up with me and him going to the hotel early, the drive home was silent, Sergio was staring out the window and I was driving, it was a strange moment. I don’t recall a moment where Checo and I weren’t talking and it made me feel weird, thankfully the drive wasn’t that long and as soon as I parked the car he was out of it, walking fast towards the elevator, I tried following him, but he was going so fast, I ended up riding the elevator alone and once I reached our room and entered it, I immediately noticed that the bathroom door was closed, I closed the front door and placed a ‘Do not disturb’ plate and knocked softly on the bathroom door: “Checo, honey… Are you in there?” I asked gently, it was a stupid question since I could hear his soft sobs from outside the bathroom: “I’m okay, Y/N…” He say weakly and I sat myself with my back against the wall next to the door: “It’s okay to not be okay, darling” I said, trying my best to comfort him through the door.
“I know sweetie, but not for me… I screwed up, I can’t screw up…” He said, his voice getting more and more strained from the crying: “Honey… Who said that? Everyone is allowed to screw up every once in a while… We’re humans… Now, can you please unlock the door? I feel bad that you’re all alone in that bathroom” I say gently, waiting a few moments and then I heard it, the door was unlocked but he didn’t open it. So, slowly I started to open it.
Inside I found a scene that made my heart clench, Checo holding his knees close to his chest to hide his face and his tears from me: “I’m sorry…” He apologized, for what I’m not sure: “Why are you apologizing my dear?” I ask sitting in front of him in that cramped bathroom: “I screwed up, I always screw up…” He said, hugging his knees closer to himself.
“Honey… There’s nothing to apologize for, the car malfunctioned, it could’ve happened to anyone…” I say softly, resting one hand on his knee, he raises his head and I finally see his face, tear stained: “But it didn’t, these types of things never happen to Max, it’s like… I don’t know, I think my time has passed and… I’m not cut out for F1 anymore…” He said, forcefully wiping his tears: “Stop… Honey, what happened today wasn’t your fault, the car was fucked… And that’s that, yes it didn’t happen to Max, but it could’ve… I’m just glad you’re okay and that you’re not hurt” I say gently, pulling his hands away from his face with one hand and with my free hand I wipe softly his tears and cup his tear stained cheek, looking deep into his eyes, hoping to reach that dark place that the insecurity had installed itself. He looked down and then: “I’ve seen the comments… From when Red Bull re-hired Daniel… Most people say they’d rather see those two in the car… That I shouldn’t be in the car anymore, that Max and Daniel are a better fit… And I wonder, what if they were right? What if… I’m not cut out to race next to Max? What if I don’t belong to Red Bull…? what if-” He started spiralling and I cut him off: “Stop… Those comments are wrong, all they see is the energy those two have and… It’s not your job to match that energy every day… I’ve seen a few videos, honey… Red Bull is where you belong… It’s made you stronger and better, not that you weren’t strong before… But it just made you even stronger… You’re the strongest man I’ve known… You endure so much from the team and from the fans… You’re amazing and I love you for that.” I say kissing his cheek softly, I pull away just in time to see his eyes tearing up once more and he pulls me into a tight hug, it’s a little awkward but I wouldn’t dare refuse him a hug right now. I hold him closer to me once I feel the first tears fall into my shoulder, his face hidden on my shoulder, I kiss the side of his face gently: “I can’t do it anymore… All the pressure to be perfect, to be like Max… I can’t take it… I want to stop after this season” He says, his voice muffled by my shoulder, but I heard him clearly: “That’s okay… Whatever you want, honey… This decision is yours and yours alone” I say, running my fingers through his hair gently: “You won’t be disappointed in me if I stop?” He asked, raising his head from my shoulder, his eyes seemed ready for me to say that I’d be disappointed: “Never, I married you for your sense of humour, the way you could always make me smile even when I was down, how your smile can light up a whole room, those and many other good traits are why I married you, but you being a driver wasn’t one of them, I love you and I know you love your job, so I support it and I’ll support whatever you decide” I say, cupping his cheek softly, his eyes glossed over once more and he hugged me a last time before he stood up: “Let’s get out of the bathroom, my knees are starting to hurt.” He said softly, offering me a hand with a faint smile. Once I took his hand and stood up in front of him. He hugged me one last time: “Thank you… For being supportive and… For respecting my decision… For being this amazing person you are… I love you.” He said holding me closer to him, we left the bathroom and decided to have a night in, we ordered takeout and watched a movie, cuddled up in the hotel bed, that night I realised Checo was truly the strongest person I know, he endured so much in silence, but now everything was better and he’d be okay, we’d be okay, because we have each other, so as long as it stays like that we’ll be okay.
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Mulder, Scully, and "sibling vibes"
So a few times lately I've remarked on the sibling energy I see in early Mulder & Scully, and I think perhaps it's misunderstood. I jokingly self-identified not long ago as "not a romo, not a noromo, but a secret third thing (delighted they ended up together but wishes the whole kiss kiss kiiiiiss! thing wasn't dominant forever and always)" This applies to all my fandoms fwiw. For me the friendships generally trump everything.
The other day I added this (among some other rambling) to one of @randomfoggytiger's excellent posts about Mulder and women:
To me, these two start out as best friends, almost a "sibling" relationship at first: Mulder has been looking for Samantha, "walking into that room" everyday for many more years of his life than he wasn't, and here comes this precocious, punchy little woman who says she's looking forward to being around him. She plays with him in the rain, she laughs at him, teases him and calls him "sucker", she listens to him and is eager to learn everything he can teach her. They squabble, but always stick together. She stands next to him with her little foot stuck stubbornly out to the side and her arms folded, or her little hands on her little hips, always exuding an attitude that's surprisingly large for her little body. When he looks at her it's at the top of her head. She's even the same age as Samantha. When she panics or gets scared she turns to him, and he wraps her in a blanket and tells her stories. I know it is often interpreted as flirting, but if you were to age them down, it could just as easily be a big brother who adores his little sister and a little sister who thinks her big brother hung the moon. My personal feeling is, it would be almost impossible for him not to notice commonalities between Scully and Samantha. Perhaps that's partly why he's so comfortable sharing Samantha's story with her.
To clarify, I don't think either saw the other as an actual or replacement sibling, and I don't see it as something that is remotely incompatible or icky regardless of where they ended up. Love's a lot of things and it can change and be all of it or none of it at once.
Not a person, but a pattern
Mulder and Scully were thrown together and immediately flung themselves about as far from home as you could get without crossing an ocean, at a time when there was no internet and a long distance phone call cost a million billion dollars (adjusted for inflation)(facetious). This is more than just long hours doing stakeouts or interviewing witnesses or writing profiles or joining sting operations or whatever it is that average partners (especially green-ass newbies from Quantico) might presumably be doing. They might as well have been at sea. They'd known each other for maybe a week and suddenly had to learn to not just work together but to live together, being each other's only company and support system, etc.
Watching the way they interact particularly during the pilot could be (and it seems almost always is) interpreted as crushes and flirting. I see that too, but I'm gonna toss that aside for a sec and ask you to imagine they are children, or at the very least that they're not looking to date (other people have written some very good posts about sex not being that important to them ever, or how they use it for self-flagellation (him) or rebellion (her) etc. And as fun as fanfic is, I agree with that take. For all their smouldering - both individually and together - they're remarkably sexless. But I digress. Just imagine that the search for a date or the possibility of sex is not part of the equation at this stage.)
They're both SO influenced and informed by the patterns they've been living all the way since childhood, as most of us are.
Scully is used to following strong male personalities, living to impress her dad, being a kid sister to a man who has strong opinions about how the world is or ought to be. She's extremely capable but very young for her long list of credentials (she's presumably gone from school to school to school without much lived experience), and they give her her very first field assignment with Fox Mulder. She's heard a lot about him. She's looking forward to working with him. This is probably nothing at all like what she expected when she went to Quantico, but she wants to distinguish herself so she'll go where she's asked and do her Very Best Job at it. But he immediately absconds with her and now she's doing something fun and new, and this man they've assigned her to is quirky and weird and possibly just bat-crap crazy, but in between it all he's incredibly intelligent and he's showing her the ropes and teaching her new things and she's just so excited to be here.
Mulder had to grow up way too fast, aged 12, and maybe suffered a sort of arrested development in that sense. He was once a big brother to a girl who was 8 years old and probably a bit of a brat, as precocious 8 year olds often are (I mean the first time we actually see her she called him a buttmunch and screamed in his face because she didn't get her way). They've sent him a partner who is a remarkable overachiever; she's a biophysicist and medical doctor, a Quantico graduate, and all under age 30. Her credentials include rewriting Einstein and her job responsibilities include "tattle tale". She's gonna challenge him at every turn, but she's green and earnest enough to want his to learn from his experience. She's following him and she's hanging on his every word and she's laughing at and with him. She asks a lot of questions and openly enjoys just being there with him, just being a part of it all.
Age them down 20 years and they could just be two kids playing in the woods and the rain. That doesn't mean they see their siblings in each other, but... to me, it doesn't not mean that either. It's patterns they've carried with them their whole lives. What I'm getting at is that that sort of sibling push-and-pull would be an extremely comfortable and familiar dynamic for them both to slip into, especially considering their isolation, and it's one which also lends itself to quick and easy affection. It's not the predominant feature of their friendship, but it's a starting place, and it ripples forward across time. (Imo it also informs the lack of romance for a number of years.)
The sibling vibes fade into the background after a few episodes (although I see shades of it popping up here and there through at least Darkness Falls), and it transforms into what becomes an easy, fast friendship, and then a deep, ride-or-die best friendship.
Of course, a twisted version of it is brutally resurrected and brought to the fore in season 2, and I think that more than anything is what scuppers a move out of denial or past anything apart from best friends until at least cancer arc, but that's a whole other post.
Thanks for readiiing 💕
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