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[just-like-us-verse]

Pride Month 2023 - Day 23, Steph

[steph-photographie]

Photo originale par Steph-Photo

Le "bonjour" du papillon !

[frootlooppoptarts]

Look, this shit is hard, I get it. We’re not meant to be okay. Which is why, starting now, I’m introducing a mandatory Emotional Release Hour. Do whatever you need to do to work through the pain and the worry and the grief. Don’t for a second underestimate the pain of being back here.

[jolieeason]

WWW Wednesday: March 22nd, 2023

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Sam at Taking on a World of Words. The Three Ws are: What are you currently reading?What did you recently finish reading?What do you think you’ll read next? Personal: Remember last week when I said I had been super busy and expected to continue to be super busy for the next couple of weeks? Well, life has a way of changing plans. Let me catch you all…

[deadsetobsessions]

Your name is Tim Drake and you are nine years old.

Today, tomorrow, and soon, you're going to save Robin.

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Tim stares at his reflection on the sink tap. It trembles, along with the plane, as he contemplates his situation.

His face is rounder, now, with unfamiliar baby-fat rounding out the sharp lines he'd come to expect. Even with the subpar reflection, Tim can tell that his dark eyebags are all but gone, replaced with youthful skin.

Magic. He's being quite literal, seeing as he's been tossed into the body of his younger self at the hands of a crazed magician.

He could find a way back... or he could create a completely different timeline by fixing everything that went wrong. It's not like he has anything to go back to, anyways. That crazed magician was actually competent and killed everyone he ever cared about. Tim barely got away with his life. He could go back to save that shell of a world- surrounded by people whose minds were broken beyond magical and medical repair- or stay here, fix his own personal troubles and cut off the magician before he could start with his world domination bullshit.

Well, Tim already has an idea of what he wants. So he begins a list, after having oriented himself.

Save Robin

There's no point trying to convince Bruce that he knows where Jason's being held. So, Tim finds himself on a plane to Ethiopia a day before Jason's meant to die. This was long before Barbara even thought of being Oracle, and the tech is ancient in his hands. In short order, nine year old Tim has a trust fund with millions in it, all siphoned from billionaires like Lex Luthor and his own parents.

Tim toddles back to his seat, after washing his hands because he still can't shake the extra bit of paranoia that came with a missing spleen. Oh. Tim blinks guilelessly at his seat neighbor, smiling like Timothy Drake, Angel of a Son as he reels from the realization that he still has his spleen.

Tim adds another box to his list:

Keep Ra's away from my spleen, creepy bastard.

What else...? Ah, the League of Assassins.

Damian

Tim pauses. Holy crap. Damian's only six right now. Tim moves Damian's box upwards in urgency. Tim might have a mildly antagonistic relationship with his younger brother back then, but he wants baby pictures of his siblings, dammit. He's gonna put that photography expertise to good use if it's the last thing he does.

Watch over Z, Owens, Pru

'They're alive!' His mind screams. Cold rationality slaps the sentimentality down with a quick 'But they won't be if I fail.'

His mind wanders to Dick Grayson. He scowls as something pops up in the back of his head.

Catalina Flores

Contact Nightwing- in space

He's gotta call Dick back from that Teen Titans mission, Jason's gonna need all of the support he's going to get.

Find Cass

Train Steph

Save Duke's family from Venom

Tim taps at that last point. He'll save them. But that might mean Duke might never join their family.

But he'll be happy and Tim... will deal with it. He'll be the only one mourning, anyways. To end on a lighter note, he adds something that he should have done ages ago.

Give Tam a raise.

Tim sighs as he gets out of the airport, the hired escort he found and vetted, delivering him to a predetermined hotel. They think his parents are already inside. He laughs and does not say anything to make them think otherwise. He has so many things to do, Tim laments as he settles down to track the Joker's movements. Here. That's where Jason's being held. Being tortured.

He can, however, knock two things off his list in one go. Tim picks up the burner phone he acquired. He doesn't have time, or else he would have done this sooner and saved them all the trouble.

[RR: Are you in Ethiopia yet?]

[Deathstroke: Payment confirmed. In Ethiopia.]

[RR: Third building by the docks.]

An hour.

[Deathstroke: Confirmed. Target spotted.]

Ten minutes.

[Deathstroke: Target eliminated. Bringing Robin to Safehouse.]

Twenty minutes.

[Deathstroke: Basic first aid applied. Leaving.]

[RR: Secondary payment sent. Confirm?]

[Deathstroke: Confirmed. Pleasure doing business with you.]

Tim sprawls on the king bed. He sighs a breath of relief. He'd check on Jason in person, if he weren't paranoid about leaving traces that would get back to him. Tim's pretty sure that Deathstroke's going to get hunted down in the near future, regardless, so he made sure to add a huge tip on top of the extra fees for burning one of Deathstroke's safe houses and the emergency first aid. He taps into the rudimentary camera Deathstroke had given him the access codes to, to stare at Jason's rising and falling chest. On a further table, the Joker's head laid in a preservation box.

He bypasses all of the security on the Teen Titan's tech to send Dick a message.

[Robin has been retrieved from the Joker. Contact Batman for details.]

Then, he sends Bruce the location of the safe house. Tim spends the rest of the day staring at Jason and watching his father in another timeline break as he huddles close to the broken body of Tim's Robin.

Timothy Drake destroys the burner phone.

[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: dick grayson’s trauma :(

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

⚠️ this chapter centers around the canonical s*xual assault of dick grayson by catalina flores in nightwing (vol. 2) #93. although it incites the hurt/comfort in this chapter, it is not discussed or mentioned because this part revolves around bentley and dick’s relationship, not why dick’s hurting. dick would not discuss the fact that he was s*xually assaulted with a ten year old.

here’s a link to a brief explanation of what happened to dick here, if you don’t know

part eighteen

❝ IF THE ROLES WERE REVERSED (I WOULD HOLD YOU) ❞

WEDNESDAY — 12:55AM — DAY 60

BENTLEY WAS SLACKING AND HE KNEW IT. Sixty days he’d spent in the Wayne house and he hadn’t made an inch of progress regarding his father’s plot. Not a single centimeter. He thought about it a lot — every day, probably, but he always put it off. A hundred days were a lot… but not when you’d already chewed through sixty of them.

That was precisely why he was sitting awake at nearly one in the morning, staring down at his comforter with his lamp on, trying to make a plan.

Jason was suspicious — no, Bentley hadn’t forgotten that incriminating stare from the snow day. Going after him would be futile. Then he’d really know something was up, and he’d really pistol whip Bentley then.

Tim was always an option. Damian wasn’t kidding when he said he had no self-preservation. He walked around looking like he hadn’t slept in months all of the time, and Bentley firmly believed coffee ran in his veins instead of blood. It almost seemed too easy — like kicking someone when they were already down.

Damian was a no-go. While Bentley assumed he’d be moderately easy to unravel up in the head — since he was just eleven — he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to escape the wrath that came afterward with a katana. Steph, Cass, and Duke were options, but he didn’t think they’d have as big of an impact on the family as one of Bruce’s four Robins would.

There was Dick, but the thought of doing that to him made Bentley feel sick. In fact, doing anything to any of the Wayne’s made him all jittery and upset and guilty. They’d been nothing but nice to him the entire time he’d been around, and how was he going to repay them? By trying to hurt them? To weaken them so his father could dig his claws in?

He was going to repay them by destroying them? Destroying Bruce, who’d taken him in “off the street” without a second thought? Who played games with him and spent time with him and held him after nightmares? Or Dick, who literally carried him across town and mended his wounds, who went miles out of his own way to make sure Bentley was safe and happy and comfortable? Jason, who read books to him to distract him from storms, who noticed his injuries and took it upon himself to help? Who may or may not known something wasn’t right but still treated Bentley the same anyways? Tim, who spent the night in Bentley’s room when he didn’t want to be alone, who stayed with him instead of going on patrol? Or Damian, who included Bentley in most things he did, like school projects, or playing with the dogs without complaint? Who worked up the courage to apologize to Bentley for scaring him, who wanted him around in times of stress like taking Titus to the vet?

Not to mention Alfred, who basically kept the house from falling down, and had fed Bentley three times for sixty days without ever expecting anything back. Or Duke, who explained his environmental science homework to Bentley when he was interested (which ended up being nearly every weekday.), who didn’t mind to get left home with him overnight. Or Steph and Cass and Barbara, who he hadn’t spent much time with, but we’re just as important and supporting parts of the family as anyone else.

It was all so utterly wrong that Bentley couldn’t even fathom going through with it. 

And that’s why he’d been there for sixty days with no progress. Because everything was so wrong.

He groaned and flopped backwards on his pillow, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. Colorful splotches danced in his vision from the pressure. This was such a disaster. He should just go home now and let his father have his way with him — he was going to get it no matter what.

Maybe if he let his father beat him as much as he wanted, he wouldn’t go after the Waynes.

He glanced at his clock. 12:59AM. 

Bentley stared at his comforter for a while more, and glanced at his clock. It was prime vigilante patrolling hours, which meant one unlucky someone was in the Manor with him.

Bentley was finally considering actually going to sleep when he heard something from the hall. They were faint little noises, kind of like the ones Bentley made when he was startled. Whimpers.

His mind flashed back to his dream with all the death, wondering if this was another stupid hyper-realistic dream. He hadn’t fallen asleep tonight, though — he really hadn’t. He could count all his fingers up to ten and read the numbers on the clock — a few tricks Tim taught him to tell when he was awake or not — and he was very much not sleeping. Someone was actually making noises from somewhere, and Bentley was…

…The only other one home.

Yikes.

He laid there for a few moments and hoped they would stop all on their own. Who knows, it could’ve been Titus making some really human-ey noises from Damian’s room. It’d be dumb of him to go check. Right?

But they didn’t stop. In fact, they seemed to be getting a little louder.

Someone always seemed to check on him when he was making noises in the night.

Bentley raked his hands over his face again.

Think logically. 

One Wayne was in the house with him. Most likely Duke, but potentially someone else. That someone was probably having a nightmare right that second. That would explain the noises he was hearing. When Bentley had a nightmare, both times, Tim and Bruce had come to his rescue to calm him down and help him go back to sleep. Stayed with him. Held him. Talked to him.

So… he, like, needed to go do that. Right? Was it weird for a kid to do that to someone older than them? It's not like half the people in the house were murder-ey assassins that could each kill him in a fraction of a second or anything.

If life got any more complicated, Bentley’s brain would probably implode.

Right. Stay on track, he told himself. Just go see who was making the noise.

Bentley reluctantly dragged himself out of bed and hoped and prayed it wasn’t Jason or Damian, because he was pretty sure they’d kill him for waking them up. Clad in a Nightwing t-shirt and blue sailboat pajama pants, he slowly inched his socks across the hardwood all the way to his slightly-ajar door.

One second passed. Then two. Then he grabbed the knob and pulled it open, just large enough for him to slide through.

The hallway was long and dark, the only source of light being from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs and Bentley’s lamp, which made him shiver. That’s exactly what the hallway looked like in his dreams.

The sound wasn’t near him — it was coming from the farther, darker end of the hall, which knocked Tim, Damian, and Duke off the list. Jason, Dick, Steph, and Cass’s rooms were down on the other end. 

Dick’s bedroom door was open.

Bentley counted his fingers again, just to make sure he wasn’t having a nightmare. He had ten.

Relief surfaced in Bentley’s chest, before being violently swallowed up by a wave of… pity? He pushed himself down the hall without a second thought, and the closer he got to Dick’s door, the louder the whimpers got.

He guessed that answered his question of if Dick had nightmares.

With a quick exhale, he moved forward and peered through the door. The bathroom light was on, dimly illuminating the bedroom. He could faintly see Dick’s sleeping form under the comforter — well, more like cocooned in it. It was obvious that he’d been moving around because his limbs seemed to be tangled up in the thing. Every now and then he jerked or flipped, vocalizing something that sounded vaguely like words but made no real sense.

Bentley idled in the doorway for a long time. Maybe he should just… leave him alone.

Would Bentley want to wake up from a nightmare alone? 

He continued to stand there in a mixture of confusion and straight-up windows reboot for a while, trying to work out what exactly he was going to do. Trying to find the sweet spot between annoying kid who’s waking me up in the middle of the night and worried person who wants to help wasn’t very easy, especially since he didn’t actually have experience being either of those things. He finally blinked out of his own head when Dick rolled onto his side and keened, quietly.

Oh God, Bentley realized, watching the lump move around in the bed. He was shaking and his shoulders were shuddering and… Dick was crying in his sleep.

Bentley shook his hands out by his sides, internally kicking himself. Dick would do it for you, he told himself.

Bentley padded across the room and flicked the lamp on before he could convince himself otherwise.

“Dick,” He whispered, padding over to the left side of the bed. Dick was facing away from him, so he pitter-pattered to the other side instead, climbing up on the mattress.

Dick was coiled up in the sheets, black hair frizzy and damp with sweat, as were his pajamas. Tears were rolling down his face and making splotches on the pillowcase even though he was sleeping, emotions contorting his features every new seconds — fear, sadness, anger. He kept jerking and murmuring and shifting around and Bentley wondered if that’s what he looked like during a nightmare.

“Dick,” He tried again, a little louder. “Dick, wake up.”

He didn’t. But he did sob, loud and miserably, and something inside of Bentley writhed with how badly he hated it.

“Dick, please wake up,” He half-begged, hands hovering awkwardly before he decided he shouldn’t touch him. No one had touched Bentley after a nightmare, they always left the contact up to him, so he assumed he should let Dick decide.

“Come on, wake up. Wake up, Dick.”

Tim, wake up! Tim, please wake up!

A surge of (pitiful and unwarranted) panic washed over Bentley when he remembered Tim unresponsive at the bottom of the stairs. “Dick, wake up!”

Dick jumped awake with a gasp, and Bentley nearly flinched himself off the side of the bed. For a short, quiet moment, their heavy breathing was the only noise in the otherwise empty Manor.

Dick looked around for a moment, red-tinged blue eyes pausing on Bentley for a solid ten seconds before he leaned back into his pillow and covered his face with his hands. “Oh, God.”

Bentley didn’t say anything, but took note of how much Dick was shaking. What could scare a superhero so badly?

“I…” He spoke from behind his hands. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I… I’m okay. I’m fine. You can go back to bed.”

Bentley didn’t move. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing actually came out.

“I’m fine,” Dick repeated, in a terribly unconvincing manner. He removed his hands from his face and revealed that he hadn’t actually stopped crying yet. He tugged at the front of his shirt. “I’m fine, Bentley. I’m fine.”

The child drew in a breath. “Dick-“

“I-I’m fine. I’m fine,” He was basically gasping for air in-between nearly muted sobs. “I’m fine.”

Bentley felt his own eyes stinging. “Dick…” 

Dick rolled onto his side and pulled his legs up, dissolving into a mess of gaspy cries and tears that tugged at Bentley’s heart. No, not tugged, more like stabbed and twisted repeatedly, over and over.

Oh my God, was all the kid’s mind supplied.

Well, that and the overwhelming urge to start crying with him.

Bentley tried to stutter out his name again, but it died in his throat. What in the world was he supposed to do? He felt so stupid, so useless, so dumb. Why couldn't he move?

Oh God, he thought to himself again.

Just do exactly what Bruce and Tim did. Dick isn’t going to hurt you.

Bentley moved forward on his knees, closer to Dick’s trembling frame. “Dick… can I… touch you?”

Dick, who’s face was halfway buried in the sheets, nodded in a sharp, jerky movement. Bentley did what he’d done to Tim in his nightmare — he reached out with shaking hands toward Dick and pulled his head ever-so-delicately into his lap.

Dick responded by shooting his arms out and drawing Bentley in tighter. He tried to stifle the small gasp that it pulled out of him, but thankfully, it went unnoticed.

There really was one Dick Grayson crying in Bentley’s lap right now. Why couldn’t he think of anything helpful to do? To say?

Words failed him yet again, so he brushed a hand through Dick’s hair just like Dick always did to everybody else and blinked back the sting in his eyes. He desperately wished someone else was home.

He felt Dick ball up the fabric on the back of his t-shirt in his hands, just like Bentley had done before.

He tried so hard to find something to say, but he couldn’t. He decided words were stupid and just kept stroking Dick’s hair for the time being, with a constant stream of oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God running in the back of his head, because, oh my God.

He felt so terribly useless and dumb. He had no idea what to do, no idea how to make this better but sit there and try not to cry himself. Crying wouldn’t do anything but stress Dick out more.

Bentley exhaled shakily and kept untangling the knots in the vigilante’s hair — he didn’t have the heart to leave no matter how badly he wanted someone else, someone better to handle it. Dick was still shaking, and kept jerking with sobs that he tried so desperately to mute. Bentley could feel the tears soaking through his shirt.

Maybe he should use Dick’s phone to call someone. Do superheroes even carry their phones on them? Probably not. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry-“ Dick half-muttered between gasps. “I didn’t- I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” Bentley reassured, having to put in way too much effort to drag the words out of his throat without them sounding strained. He worked his fingers through a pesky knot on the back of Dick’s head. “I have nightmares, too.”

A quiet moment passed, where only Dick’s occasional hiccups were audible. They seemed to be slowing down.

Bentley sucked in a breath. “…Would you have come to my room? Like you did before?”

After a minute, he felt Dick shrug. “Probably.”

Bentley wondered whose room he’d have gone to if everyone else was home.

He sat there for a long time in a comfortable silence, waiting for Dick to stop shuddering. It took a while. Now he understood why the vigilante constantly tried to stroke people’s hair — it was relaxing.

Dick didn’t have a clock, but Bentley knew it was about three in the morning when he heard doors around the house close, signaling the end of patrol. He didn’t move so much as an inch until he was a trillion percent sure Dick was asleep. His breaths had evened out a while ago, and his grip on Bentley had faded, though his arms were still around him. The lamp was on but Bentley couldn’t reach it to turn it off. He didn’t really want to, anyhow.

He wiggled himself around until he was actually laying down, and the covers were just close enough that he was able to pull them up without jostling everything around too much. He settled down on the mattress and closed his eyes. He kept his hand moving through the vigilante’s hair until he couldn’t anymore, until the world around him stilled, and he fell asleep in Dick Grayson’s arms for (at least) the fourth time.

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Dedicated to @sassenashsworld 💛

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[batfsm]

I had a thought that they, basically it was Barbara, wouldn’t. I know they had left and then came back but so you think they would leave for good?

Idea below:

It and basically happens during/before Blockbuster/Tarantula/Bludhaven/The Earthquake. (I think they all happened around the same time, if they didn’t they do here.)

An OC, maybe even one of the kids I don’t know yet, gets the future in their head/comes back in time and calls Talia & Ra’s. They tell them what happens and the League comes to Gotham. Talia tears into Catalina, this is before Jason comes out as Red Hood but he remembers (I don’t know if he’s the one to remember because Damian also remembers), and Jason complains because he wanted to do so but got told he was not allowed near her or even Blockbuster. (Talia had called Bruce and got him to get Dick home before she left for Catalina Flores which he did by telling him he needed him since Jason and Damian had shown up.)

Ra’s goes to Gotham and talks to Bruce and Alfred and they bring over who they can of Bludhaven and start getting Gotham ready. The bridge is not used, Ivy and the other Rogues that can be a little trusted are allowed out of Arkham and put to work, Crime Alley is the first to be emptied, Jason gets them to leave by getting the Working Girls/Boys to help, and put with families or in Manors that can hold them. Bristol is quickly filled with even the smallest Manor/Mansion being used and all the other houses holding who they can. Basically Gotham City itself is soon emptied, except for who won’t leave.

Ivy makes food and water is brought over by the assassins who are the ones who get in and out of Gotham itself. No one else goes there (not even the family who have a lot of the GPD and their families in the Manor.) if they don’t have to.

Duke and his parents come to live with the family as does Steph and Crystal. So do Colin, Cullen, Harper, Matt, Terry, (who shouldn’t be born yet, I don’t think, but are for reasons), and their parents.

The earthquake and etc happens still but not as bad as it did in the past/future. More are saved and more people ban together and decide to stay when offered to leave.

There’s a bit more in between but the one thing that stands out to me is that Dick asks Barbara to leave with the family, they decided to leave Gotham and only come back to visit for a reason I can’t think of right now, and live with Talia and Ra’s.

Barbara gets mad at Dick and tells him no and he should stay in Gotham. When Dick points out that she had left and come back, she told him it was different because he was leaving for good, even though he told her that they would be back to visit. He got angry and said it wasn’t that different and they fought and broke up.

Selina…Selina got mad at Bruce because he and Talia were taking. They weren’t together, just talking and getting to be friends again, but Selina didn’t like it. When Talia pointed out that she and Bruce would be talking because of the children, Selina blew up and she broke up with Bruce for good.

I don’t know if they would get back together, either couple but maybe they would work it out and maybe they wouldn’t. I just had the thought of Barbara getting mad at Dick for leaving Gotham/Bludhaven for good.

(Oh, I kind of have a thought that Bruce tells Gotham/the world about being Batman and the kids follow before they leave. I don’t know if I would include it if I ever did write this.)

(Yes, Steph, Crystal, Duke, his parents, Terry, Matt, their parents, Harper, Cullen, and Colin do go with them.)

I don’t know what else I would add, if anything else, but here’s the start.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Family Crisis

by librarylexicon At the close of the gang war, Batman uncovers an attempted deception concerning the life of his former protégé Stephanie Brown, and suddenly nothing is as important as his family. While Dick seeks absolution, Tim struggles with grief, Cassandra searches for belonging and Steph rebuilds her sense of self, Bruce faces the return of ghosts from his own past and psyche. (War Games AU) Words: 6508, Chapters: 2/23, Language: English Fandoms: Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle, Leslie Thompkins, Jack Drake, Dana Winters, Catalina Flores, Amy Rohrbach Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Leslie Thompkins & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Post-Crisis, Post-War Games (DCU), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Angst, Illness, Injury, Trauma, Recovery, Canon-Typical Violence, Introspection, Grief/Mourning, Canon Relationships, No Slash, Batfamily (DCU), Bruce Wayne-centric, Batfamily-centric (DCU), POV Bruce Wayne, POV Third Person Limited, POV Alternating, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Selina Kyle is Catwoman, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Robin, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Cassandra Cain is Batgirl, Novel, Wordcount: 50.000-100.000, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net via https://ift.tt/N7mHfIT

[shopfiorire]

꒰ა ♡ hey CLEO*, LYRIC*, ORLA ! what are you doing here in uniform?! your shift doesn’t start for another SIX HOURS, i’ll see you then ! ꒰FACECLAIM*, FACECLAIM*, AND STEPH MANDICH ARE NOW TAKEN꒱

* to cleo we would need a new fc!

* to lyric we would need a new fc because that one is below our minimum of 45k! 

꒰ა ♡ FACECLAIM. 23. SHE/HER. — congratulations CLEO FLORES you’re now apart of the fiorire family working at FOREVER AGELESS as a (POSITION)! we’re so excited to have another AQUARIUS here! there’s just a few things to verify and then we can see when your first day is — so, you said friends would describe you as being CARLESS…? i do get that vibe from you! when you’re clocked out, people would be most likely to find you at TINKERS INKHOUSE? heard there’s going to be a special event there in a few weeks, hope to see you! lastly, you said the one song you’d overplay on the store speakers is RUSH by TROYE SIVAN? i can’t wait to see you here! ꒰ S. 21+. EST ꒱

꒰ა ♡ faceclaim. 21. SHE/THEY. — congratulations LYRIC MOORE you’re now apart of the fiorire family working at SIZZLING SUBJECT as a CASHIER! we’re so excited to have another LEO here! there’s just a few things to verify and then we can see when your first day is — so, you said friends would describe you as being ALOOF…? i do get that vibe from you! when you’re clocked out, people would be most likely to find you at NOSTALGIA WONDERLAND? heard there’s going to be a special event there in a few weeks, hope to see you! lastly, you said the one song you’d overplay on the store speakers is HONEY I'M HOME by DESTROY BOYS? i can’t wait to see you here! ꒰ cy. 20. est/gmt-5 ꒱

꒰ა ♡ STEPH MANDICH. 23. SHE/HER. — congratulations (ORLA BYRNE) you’re now apart of the fiorire family working at (THE VIBE) as a (INSTRUMENT TEACHER)! we’re so excited to have another (PISCES) here! there’s just a few things to verify and then we can see when your first day is — so, you said friends would describe you as being (CHEERFUL)…? i do get that vibe from you! when you’re clocked out, people would be most likely to find you at (FIGURE 8’S RINK)? heard there’s going to be a special event there in a few weeks, hope to see you! lastly, you said the one song you’d overplay on the store speakers is (AMERICAN TEENAGER) by (ETHEL CAIN)? i can’t wait to see you here! ꒰ k. 24. bst ꒱

[thewanderingace]

A big HA! to everyone shitting on Ana and Eddie dating because she's Christopher's teacher: SHE DOESN'T WORK AT THAT SCHOOL AT ALL ANYMORE!

[just-like-us-verse]

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Leah’s shirt was going to be a plaid flannel, but trying to work out that pattern drove me just absolutely bananas

[mariabelenmmcc]

Que bonita es la vida cuando sabes amarte más cada día a ti mismo 👑🌹 . . . . . #steph #queen #lifestyle #flores #ambato #ambateña #ecuador #momlife #life #style (en Ambato, Ecuador) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRE0IV2n5WI/?utm_medium=tumblr

[androfiles]

Jordan Torres and Steph Blackos for Olmos y Flores

[musings-of-a-rose]

Masterlists

My asks/requests are always open unless I say otherwise! Please be aware that it may take me quite a bit of time to get to your request as I'm starting to work on non fanfiction books (!!!!). I know it can be hard to come up with an idea or a prompt to send in, so I decided to make a list of some!

Also, I'm always open for drabbles/one shots for any of my established chapter fics, whether ongoing or finished, unless I explicitly state it somewhere on that stories' masterlist.

Prompt lists

Frankie Morales

Oberyn Martell

Pero Tovar

Zach Wellison

Max Phillips

Dave York

Maxwell Lord

Din Djarin

Marcus Pike

Javi G

Agent Whiskey

Marcus Moreno

Javier Peña

Joel Miller

Dieter Bravo

Teacher Ben (SNL)

Comandante Veracruz

Jay Castillo

The Thief

Tim Rockford

Silva

Lucien Flores (The Uninvited)

Clint (Freaky Tales)

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

Benjamin "Benny" Miller

William "Ironhead" Miller

"Meet the Millers" - The Last of Us crossover fic

Tommy Miller (The Last of Us - HBO)

Tony Bravo (Matador)

Boro Polonia (FUBAR)

Robbie Reyes "Ghost Rider" (Agents of Shield)

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)

Bucky Barnes "Winter Soldier"

Poe Dameron

Clint Barton "Hawkeye"

Moon Knight (Steven Grant/Marc Spector)

Lu Fox (Dirt Music)

Steph's Christmas Writing Challenge 2021

100 Followers Thanks/You Choose the Prompts

1000 Followers Celebration

[no-culpes-a-la-playa]

Creo que lo hice por un motivo

Yo estaba en casa, tenía una venta como a las 12pm, buscaba a un vagabundo que al parecer le dicen Stephe, estuve preguntando por él a personas que venden pulseras, o piden dinero. Me topé con un señor con muletas, que vendía pulseras, cigarros, pendejadas, le compré como 5 cigarros y le dije que tomáramos, fui por un Tonayan pero no me lo vendieron, un amigo suyo, fue por uno y bebimos. Sinceramente no me acuerdo de un carajo, solo desperté en un hotel con un muchacho con tatuajes, un hotel lindo, sexy, elegante, grande. Desperté y se me hizo guapo, me quedé otro día, no hicimos nada, en la noche compramos 2 bacardis y cristal, yo estaba anal y esa noche tomamos un chingo y nos drogamos y luego cogimos y me violo analmente porque odio el sexo anal. Al chile no me acuerdo de mucho pero inhalé cri de su verga y después se puso muy violento, yo le estaba diciendo que quería que me golpeara al tener sexo, pero se pasó, me golpeó horrible, me pateó en el piso, me madreó la cara, me puteó horrible, luego me ahorcó como nadie, pensaba que me iba a morir, nada estaba bien.

Estaba llorando, me fui al baño a llorar y esta persona fuera del baño suplicandome que lo perdonara.

Siguiente día; En la mañana nos bañamos en una tina muy chida, era gris, agua caliente, no se que pedo, sacó un rastrillo, me hizo rasurarle el pene y me rasuró a mi, me dolió, luego me secó un una toalla, me peinó el pelo como un bebe, como a las 5pm fuimos a un lugarcito, compró unas papas a la francesa, ahí me explicó que sus tatuajes eran por Wero Loco y Calle, compro 2 chelas para cada quien, luego fuimos a comprar una funda, y luego una camisa, y me compro un overol, traía una obsesión con las zapatillas, me compró unas zapatillas negras de terciopelo bien chidas, pasamos al Oxxo a comprar un Torres 10, coca y cigarros, llegamos al hotel y me puso el overol con una playera y las zapatillas, bajamos con "viejito", eatuvimos los 3 en una mesa de abajo, todo oscuro, tomando no se que, viejito me compro unos cheetos, estuvimos poco tiempo luego nos fuimos al cuarto, en ese moento cai en cuenta de que el cuarto tenia una terraza, mas que un cuarto era una suite. Llegamos, yo andaba en la pendeja, tenía un perrito llamado Blitz, un pitbull bebé, se hizo popo y se enojó, había un vaso roto, estaba tomando y fumando, Wero Loco se encabrono porque estaba sacando un cigarro y no lo estaba escuchando, lanzo mis cigarros por la ventana, le dije que que pedo y mandó a viejito a comprar otros.

Tome Torres 10, cogimos leve y me dormí, no me acuerdo de mucho. A la mañana siguiente, ya estaba algo sobria, vimos videos de perros, pero me dijo un comentario culero que me hizo sentir mal, me puse mis tenis, traía el overol y una playera de él, no me llevé los tacones, ni las flores, ni el algodón, ni mi ropa, dejé todo ahí, solo me fui con el overol, mis tenis y mi cartera.

Hasta la fecha me siento deprimida por todo, yo no se si siento amor, lo extraño, lo odio, le tengo miedo, o que siento.

Al principio yo estaba en plan "estuvo padrisimo", pero no, no estuvo padrisimo, estuve con un hombre que casi me mata.

Agradezco diario que salí viva de esa situación, me pudo matar sin querer, a propósito, sacarme los órganos, secuestrarme, prostituirme, LO QUE SEA.

Diario agradezco que pude estar con un viejo asqueroso violador, un secuestrador, un proxeneta, y no le agradezco nada a Wero Loco, agradezco que no me hizo nada, pero agradezco que estuve con él, que cualquier gato proxeneta que me hubiera arruinado la vida.

Yo agradezco que no me hizo nada, pero de cierto modo WL mw salvó la vida.

Calle

[cinderella-archive]

💍 + Stepháno & Lauren

send me 💍 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

Isso foi difícil, mas bem divertido de fazer! Eu acho que o Stepháno não teve muita chance de opinar, e, se duvidar, nem a Lauren, porque a mãe dele deveria estar tentando se meter em tudo da organização, consultando a Lauren às vezes e o Steph quase nunca.

where they get married

No jardim do Hampton Castle, a residência de campo da família Chevalier, que embora leve o nome de castle, se trata na verdade apenas de uma mansão.

when they get married

Primavera inglesa. Eles se casariam na última semana de junho, durante o final do dia para aproveitarem o pôr-do-sol magnífico que pode ser visto desfrutado do jardim, o tom de laranja refletindo no lago que compõe a residência.

what traditions they include

É uma tradição da família de Stepháno que os noivos plantem uma árvore juntos após serem abençoados como esposa e esposo. A escolha da semente é de responsabilidade da noiva, e dizem que o amor durará enquanto a planta viver, por esse motivo, os casados devem cuidar sempre da planta. Outra tradição, é presentearem um ao outro com uma herança de família, no início da celebração. Por fim, eles seguem a de algo velho, algo emprestado e algo azul.

what their wedding cake looks like

Grande, contando com três andares, e redondo. A massa é branca, e o recheio de frutas vermelhas com creme de limão siciliano. Sua decoração imita renda, sendo feita com uma pastinha de limão siciliano também. No andar do meio, ganhando destaque, as iniciais deles são apresentadas em dourado. O bolo não contém topo. E para a decoração, também foram colocadas flores comestíveis.

….who smashes cake into whose face

Com certeza a Lauren esmaga na cara dele, e ele só faz aquela expressão de “é, tudo bem.”

who proposed to who first

É um casamento arranjado, então primeiros os pais deles que decidiram tudo. Mas o Stepháno com certeza fez um pedido depois, durante um jantar.

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar

Lauren entra pelo corredor, enquanto o Stepháno espera no altar com os olhinhos cheios de água.

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

Como o brasão do marquesado de Winchester leva a cor roxa, o terno usado por Stepháno leva essa cor em seu tom mais escuro. Sendo texturizado com pequenas linhas de linho em preto em seu corpo, sua lapela também leva essa cor, assim como sua gravata e lenço de bolso. Junto do lenço de bolso, há uma única flor de jacinto roxo solitário. Ele usa abotoaduras douradas, e um relógio de bolso de ouro também. Já o vestido de Lauren, não é o tradicional branco, possuindo um fundo lilás bem sutil. Conta com um decote canoa na parte da frente, e suas mangas são um pouco mais longas do que os cotovelos. Ele é bastante justo até a cintura, onde um cinto delicado de diamantes bordados divide a parte mais fluída do vestido. A saia é esvoaçante, e sua calda é longa, assim como o véu, também lilás. Seus acessórios são, em sua maioria, de diamantes, exceto pelo acessório azul da tradição.

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

Por ser uma celebração no campo, a decoração principal são as flores, e tendo o roxo como cor principal, contam com jacinto, tulipas e lavanda. O ambiente também conta com alguns troncos envernizados, nos quais tecido roxo é enrolado com cordão de luzes, que serão responsáveis por um ambiente aconchegante durante à noite. Os móveis que são usados na decoração, são de madeira escura, e todos os detalhes em metais são dourados..

what flowers are in the bouquet

Jacinto roxo, que são as flores do marquesado Winchester. Mas o Stepháno pediu que colocassem alguns narcisos brancos também, suas flores preferidas.

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

São os votos tradicionais mesmo.

if anyone’s late to the wedding

Se alguém chegou, a mãe do Stepháno teve um treco.

who gives speeches at the reception

Eu imagino que os pais de ambos façam os discursos. O pai do Stepháno com certeza fala sobre como conquistaram o marquesado, e ele criou o Steph, e conta alguma história engrçada de quando ele era pequeno.

who catches the bouquet

Pode ser a melhor amiga da Lauren? Porque eu AMO um clichê.

what their wedding photos are like

São bem planejadas. Eu imagino uma foto principal com ela sentada em um trono, e ele ao seu lado, os dois se olhando bem olhos nos olhos, talvez uma das mãos do Stepháno no ombro dela. So cute!! Mas no gerão são todas bem artísticas. Não vejo fotos deles se beijando, talvez uma que um deles tenha tirado mesmo???

what sort of food they have at the reception

Um banquete bastante elegante, com frutos do mar e também carne vermelha à quem desejar. Saladas bastante elaboradas, champanhe, vinho e bourbon. Tudo o que títulos deles dão direito.

who cries first during the ceremony

A mãe do Stepháno tá chorando desde uma semana antes. Mas acho que os pais da Lauren também? E talvez a melhor amiga? Sim, com certeza.

what their rings are like

O da Lauren são dois: o anel de noivado, de arco dourado e com um diamante grande no centro, com uma pequena pedra roxa de cada lado dele. E também a aliança, grossa e lisa, com o nome de Stepháno incrustado dentro. Já Stepháno usa um anel mais grosso, com o brasão da família entalhado, também de ouro, mas sem qualquer pedra entalhada. O nome da Lauren também está entalhado no arco interior.

what sort of favours they have

Os doces possuem as iniciais deles em cores douradas, e eles dão aos convidados mini garrafinhas de bebida, com suas iniciais desenhadas junto do brasão de Winchester.

where they go for their honeymoon

Provavelmente para uma das casas dos Winchester’s, já que ele não pode se afastar muito dos negócios da família. Mas eles farão muitas viagens, sempre que ela quiser.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony

O irmão mais novo do Stepháno precisando dançar com a avó da Lauren. Esse momento vai ser lembrado para sempre!

who officiates the ceremony

O pastor Stewart, por serem protestantes.

what song their first dance is to

A valsa tradicional, com certeza.