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The Ties that Bind: Visit Home

AN: This happens early in the series. Right after Elle leaves. You're still with Joel.

Warnings: None

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AN: This idea was suggested by the lovely @shaynapineapple! Thank you for this idea! 

Joel is away at a medical conference in New York City which means you have the apartment to yourself.  To be honest, you’re living for it. You love Joel, you really do, but some time to yourself is also nice. 

You’re dancing around the apartment singing at the top of your lungs when there’s a knock on the door. You go still because there shouldn't be anyone knocking on your door. All your teacher friends are in hibernation thanks to the school year just having wrapped up. 

You make sure to look through the peephole and then yank the door open when you see who’s on the other side: “Spencer!” 

Your brother has his arms around you a second later and you quickly return the hug. You rub a hand up and down his back, and he breathes out, “I just . . . really needed to see you.” 

You smile, “Well, I’m never going to say no to a visit from you.” You pull back and brush some hair out of his eyes, “You hungry? I was about to order some pizza.” 

He sags in relief, reminding you of the little kid he used to be, “Yes please.” 

He steps into the apartment and looks around, “Is uh .  . . Joel here?” 

“Nope. He’s at a medical conference in NYC. He wrote a paper on a new procedure and he’s presenting it. I offered to go with him but he thought I’d be bored. I was actually a little relieved. I don’t get the place to myself all that often, and now it’s even better because you’re here.” 

Spencer shoots you a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. You don’t ask what’s bothering him. He’ll tell you in his own time. That’s how Spencer has always been. He needs time to process and come up with the right words to describe how he’s feeling. Putting him on the spot makes him nervous and a little bit snippy. 

You collapse on the couch and watch as he wanders the apartment. It’s the first time he’s been here since you and Joel moved in together. He hadn’t taken the news particularly well when you’d told him, especially when you mentioned moving out of the apartment the two of you had spent your college years in.

“This place doesn’t really feel like you. There aren’t a lot of pictures and none of your knick knacks are out.” 

“Joel doesn’t like a lot of clutter. I still have them; they’re just in storage.” 

“Oh.” 

“But there’s pictures of you!” You point out several; some of just him and some of him and you. You watch as he goes through them. He stops at the one of you and him outside your apartment, right before you took him to the airport to join the FBI.

“Elle left the team. She got hurt. . .” 

“Right. The case that involved mom.” 

“Yeah. And she. . . she just wasn’t herself anymore. She needed to get out but she didn’t say goodbye. It made me think of him . . . and before I knew it I was taking a few personal days and on a plane out here.” 

He finally sits on the couch and snuggles up to you, “I just . . . I needed to see the one person who would never leave me.” 

You run your fingers through his hair, like you did when he was a kid; it’s always calmed him down, “Yeah. . . sorry to say it, but you’re stuck with me kid.” 

“I’m lucky to have you,” He corrects, “I don’t even want to think about how bad things would have been if it had been just me.” 

“Luckily, you never have to find out.”

  The two of you stay like that for a little while before he asks, “When’s the pizza going to get here.” 

“Probably thirty or so minutes after I actually order it.” 

The two of you look at each other and burst out laughing, it’s good to have him home. 

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Blood is Thicker than Water: Chapter 20

AN: Not going to lie. I STRUGGLE writing wedding scenes. However, I really love how this chapter turned out. Instead of dragging it out, we get snippets. I love that about this. Please leave feedback.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

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Guest List: 

“Four hundred and thirty-six people.” 

Rafa stares at you. He’s been sipping from that cup of coffee for over two minutes now. You lean forward and say it again, “Four hundred and thirty-six people.” 

He finally puts the cup down, “I really don’t see the problem.” 

You scream in frustration and stomp right out of the apartment. 

The moment the door closes Rafael looks at Benny and asks, “She realizes I have a big family right?” 

Wedding Party: 

“So that gives me Rita as my best woman, and Ed and Eddie as groomsmen.” 

“And I have Liv as my maid of honor.” 

Rafa stares at you, “That means the sides are uneven.” 

“So?” 

“They can’t be uneven.” 

You raise an eyebrow, “Why not?” 

“It won’t look right.” 

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.” 

Your fiance sighs, “What about your friends from college?” 

“Most of them are already married and have kids. Plus they live in different states. That’s not fair to ask them.” 

“Friends from childhood?” 

“I hung out with Elliot’s kids. I haven’t talked to them in years, andI don’t really have a desire to do so now.” 

“So this is just how it is.” 

“Unless you want me to ask your mother?” 

“Nope. We’re good.” 

The Venue: 

“What do you think?” 

You look around at the garden. It is perfect for a springtime wedding. Even without the flowers in bloom, it’s gorgeous. 

You look over at Rafa, his smile is stretched across his face. He’s done good. Amazing really. There’s just one problem. 

“It’s not going to fit four hundred thirty-six people.” 

Your fiance scowls, “We can figure it out. Some people can stand.” 

You cross your arms, and lean forward, “That’s against the fire code counselor.” you point towards the plaque that reads a max of 300. 

He throws his hands up in frustration, and finally says the words you’ve been waiting to hear, “Fine! I’ll make cuts.” 

Ring Bearer: 

“He needs a part in the wedding!” 

“I’m not disagreeing with you.” 

“You said no.” 

“I said no, because I already told my sister Noah could do it, and he’s our nephew.” 

“Well of course Noah is a ring bearer, I’m just saying Benny could be one too!” 

  “There’s also the fact that your grandmother might pass out if she sees a dog in the processional. We’re already not getting married in the neighborhood church. She nearly cried when we told her that.” 

“She loves Benny!” 

“I know, that’s why he can come to the reception and take pictures with us. I already talked to the venue and our dog walker.” 

“Oh. Well, okay then.” 

Shopping: 

“So how did you manage to convince mama Barba and Abuelita and the rest of his relatives not to come today?” 

You take a sip of the champagne in your hand, “I told them the truth. This is a you and me thing. No one else allowed.” 

Liv smiles, “Well, it means a lot that it’s just us.”

“What do you think of these?” 

You and Liv turn together and watch as Ed and Noah come out together. They’re dressed in matching tuxes. You and Liv melt. Noah is absolutely adorable, and Ed actually cleans up pretty good. While Rita is Rafa’s best woman, Ed and Eddie are his groomsmen, and Noah is the ring bearer. 

After you’re all done cooing at Noah, Rafael finally steps out of the dressing room. He looks drop dead handsome in his tux. You feel your eyes go wide, and then he gets a little smirk on his face. You know you’re not living this moment down. 

Music: 

You stare at Rafa. He’s trying not to laugh. You can’t blame him. “She’s going to kill us.” 

You smile, “This song comes from the first movie we ever watched together.” 

“We’ve already found a way to work quotes into the wedding. If you walk down the aisle to this song, your sister might just kill us.” 

You shake your head, a serious look coming over your face, “No she won’t. She knows why I love this movie, why I love the book.” 

Rafa looks serious now too, “I think it’s perfect.” 

Dress shopping: 

“No,no, no, no, no! What did I tell you about off the rack? I said absolutely not! Where is your manager? I helped him evade a racketeering charge, he owes me!” 

You sip on champagne and look at your sister. She has that look on her face, “At least it wasn’t a murder or rape charge.” 

She nods in agreement before asking, “How did Rita end up on this chopping trip again?” 

“This is apparently the best wedding dress shop around. She knows the owner . . . apparently rather well. She’s trying to help.” 

A second later a terrified manager and a ranting Rita pass you by.

You both watch them go. You’re happy to say you don’t find your dress in that store. 

Dress Shopping Part 2: 

The day you find your wedding dress, you’re not expecting it. You’re less than five months away from the wedding, and you’re panicking a little bit. You KNOW it takes time to order a dress. Rita’s told you about it five million times. 

You’re walking Benny when you see it. A small bridal shop, with a pretty dress in the window. You stare at it for several seconds before you call your sister. She answers on the first ring, “This better be an emergency. I’m in the middle of a case.” 

“I think I might have found my wedding dress.” 

There’s a moment of silence, “What’s the address, I’ll be there ASAP.” 

You rattle it out just as an employee sticks her head out, “Hi there. Would you like to come in?” 

You look down at Benny and she smiles, “He’s welcome to come in too. I love dogs!” You go in.

By the time Liv arrives, Benny is on his back getting belly scratches from the staff while you’re in the dressing room being fitted into your dream dress. 

Liv stares at your goofy, three legged dog for a second before she calls out your name. You step out a second later. 

You watch her eyes go wide, as she studies you for a second, “That’s it.” 

You nod, “Yeah.” There are no tears. It’s just a comfortable feeling. This is your wedding dress. 

The Night Before: 

The night before your wedding is spent at Liv’s apartment. Ed and Noah head over to your place to spend time with Rafa and Eddie. It’s just the two of you. You put on face masks, paint your nails, and watch Disney movies. It reminds you of one of the best parts of your childhood.

It’s as you’re sitting on the couch that Liv says, “I’m so happy for you. You know that right?” 

You smile, “I know.” 

“He’s a good man.” 

“The best in my opinion, though Ed gives him a run for his money.” 

She smiles at that, “I truly think, you’re going to be really happy together.” 

“I know so.” 

With that, she pulls you in for a hug. 

Right Before the Wedding: 

You don’t actually feel nervous until about half an hour before the wedding. Your makeup and hair is done. You probably should have been in your dress by now, but you’re still in your getting ready outfit. Things are a bit behind schedule. Noah had a melt down, your sister has cried no less than three times, and Abuelita and Lucia have been bickering with each other. You haven’t seen Rafa. You’re not sure why you’re sticking to this stupid tradition, but you are. 

You’re watching the chaos with an observant eye when someone taps you on the shoulder. You spin around to see your sister standing there. She tosses her head to the side and you follow her outside. The sun is shining and the March air is only a little chilly. You close your eyes and allow yourself a minute. When you open your eyes, you see Liv smiling at you. 

“What?” 

“It’s just crazy. How Lewis,” 

“May he rot in hell,” 

“Lead to all of this. You moving back and meeting Rafael. Me and Ed connecting, getting married, and having Noah. We’re getting those happy endings we dreamed of as kids.” 

You hug yourself and look at the ground for a little bit before you look up, “Did I ever say thank you?” 

“For what?” 

“For raising me and loving me when you didn’t have to?” 

Your sister hugs you, “You never have to thank me for that. You are one of the best joys of my life.” You smile at that. 

Walking Down the Aisle: 

You’re nervous, but you’re allowed to be. You’re in your dress, your veil is attached, and everyone has walked down the aisle except you and Liv. You look at your sister. She’s dressed in a black dress. She has once again avoided color. 

She holds out her arm to you, and you take it. You close your eyes, and you count to three. The music starts: the instrumental Dawn from Pride and Prejudice; the first movie you and Rafa watched together. The movie you two still watch together.

You start to walk. It’s slow, and thanks to the three hundred and twenty three people (Rafa was able to cut it down) you can’t see Rafael yet. You do, however, see Uncle Don, and Finn, and Munch. You smile at them. 

And then you turn the corner of people, and you see him. Rafael is standing there. He’s dressed in his tux. His hair is perfectly styled. His eyes are focused solely on you as though you’re the only thing he sees. You feel yourself start to speed up, but your sister grounds you like she always does. 

When you finally reach him, you feel your breath leave your chest. And as you take his hand, everything else fades away. It’s just you and him. Just like it’s supposed to be. 

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Requests are now open. Send in the prompt along with a character. I’m going to take ten. :) 

Simple Acts of Love - Part 2!

Picking wildflowers for them

Squeezing their hand when you know they’re stressed about something

Beginning a collection of something (seashells, feathers, bottle caps, etc.) together

Taking photos of the other doing the things they love

Forehead kisses

Napping in a hammock together

Running to them, picking them up, and spinning them in a circle

Threading your fingers through their hair

Making their favorite kind of tea / coffee

Playing the piano together

Giggling while trying to have a serious make-out session

Listening to their breathing slow down as they fall asleep

Attending events / parties you wouldn’t normally enjoy just so you can be with them

Kisses down the spine

Leaning down to pick something up and knocking foreheads together, causing a lot of giggling

Tracing the veins on the insides of their wrists

Drawing or painting them and making a gift of the art to them

Trimming their hair

Watching a movie together but muting the sound and improvising dialogue at random

Surprising them with a hug from behind

Frantically checking them over for injuries after a traumatic event

Sharing a milkshake

Grabbing them by the collar for a kiss

Excitedly telling them about your dream they featured in

Adopting a pet together

Sighing and melting into their side after a long hard day

Seeing their messy hair after spending the night together for the first time

Skipping stones together

Hiding your face in their neck

Counting their freckles and listing a reason why you love them for each freckle

Reminding them to drink water

Letting your lips brush their ear as you whisper to them

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Chapter 20 is coming tomorrow!!!! WHOOOT

Blood is Thicker than Water: Part 19

AN: Avery big moment happens in this chapter. Enjoy!!!

As always a big shout out to those who help me with the Spanish. Your help is amazing, and I love you dearly for it!

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Rafael runs through no less than six different proposal plans with Carmen. There’s one with sky writing, another at a restaurant, one in the park, one surrounded by friends and family, he thought about a flash mob very briefly, and even considered tying the ring to Benny’s collar alongside a note. None of them seem right.

“You’re thinking about it too much.”

Rafa stares at Carmen, open mouthed, “That’s not a thing when you’re asking someone to marry you. You’re changing your life forever, you’re making a promise, you’re . . .”

“Please don’t go full lawyer on me.” His lips twitch at the plea. Carmen is more than capable of coming up with an argument, and twisting words. He’s seen her do it to Buchanan several times, and afterwards he always buys her lunch.

“So, you’re saying I should just go with the flow?”

“I’m saying that Y/N isn’t someone who appreciated huge gestures. She likes things from the heart. And I honestly think if you do a flash mob she’ll kill you.”

“It was Google's idea, not mine. Plus we go dancing about once a month.”

“And once again I say, never tell her about it. Think about your relationship. Think about something that means something to the two of you.”

His mind runs over memories of your relationship, and it pauses on a morning about three months after you moved in, and he smiles. “The first time she told me she loves me was over coffee. We were both in our pajamas, and looked like a mess, but I remember her taking a sip and looking up and just saying the words.”

Carmen smiles, “You might be onto something Counselor.”

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Rafael has been acting squirrely for several days, and you know it has to do with whatever he’s hiding in his office. You spend about an hour of time, spread throughout the day, wandering into his office to quickly glare at the safe before returning back to work. To be honest, the entire secret is bugging the crap out of you. But you deal with it, and instead focus on the fact that tomorrow is your two year anniversary with the man.

It’s the longest relationship you’ve ever had, it’s also the most fulfilling. Rafa is your partner in everything. The two of you support each other, and take turns carrying troubles when the other can’t. It’s an amazing thing to have someone you can depend on, and you thank God for him every day.

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You’re not the first one to wake up. Despite his eyes being closed, you know Rafa has been up for a while. You had felt the bed move earlier. So, you feel perfectly justified to wiggle a little closer and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He smiles, and lets out a little huffy laugh, “What time is it?” His voice is just a little gravely with sleep, and it makes you melt.

“A little after seven.”

He groans, “That’s too early for a day off.”

“Can’t help it. I’m excited. Today is a big day.”

“No pressure or anything.”

He reaches for you blindly and when his hand finds your hip he pulls you to him. You let out a little squeal as he rolls with you, so that he’s hovering, ever so slightly, over you. You can see now that he’s fully awake, his eyes playful. You stretch your neck and press your lips to his. He’s quick to respond, and when you pull away you’re just a tad bit breathless.

He grins down at you, “Happy anniversary my love.” ("Feliz aniversario mi amor")

of dating was fast, but to your pleasant surprise the two of you just worked.

You thread your fingers through his hair and tug him down for another kiss. When his lips slip to your throat, drag your fingers out of his hair, down his neck, and splay them against his back. You’re immediately grateful for the warmer weather, because it means he’s sleeping shirtless, and you love the feel of his skin.

He places a kiss right beside your ear and whispers, "¿Sabes lo mucho que te amo?¿Sabes cómo de feliz me haces? Te quiero tanto." You don’t know exactly what he’s saying but you get the gist of it.

The two of you roll out of bed at around eight. You go to shower while he starts the coffee. Despite having taken a personal day, there’s still a lot the two of you want to do; get breakfast, walk through the park with Benny, there’s a farmer’s market the two of you had been talking about for weeks, and then there were your dinner plans. The two of you had decided to recreate your first date. He’s looking forward to a day with no drama, because that’s all the squad has delivered lately.

The past few months have brought less than great cases, difficult cases that have him working all hours and you trekking out to his office to bring him dinner, or just distract him for a while. You’ve gotten exceptionally good at rubbing the knots out of his shoulders and neck.

He loves his job, but sometimes he thinks about leaving it. He thinks about whisking you away to a different state or city, settling down into private practice, and working normal hours. You’d probably prefer that, right? Having a boyfriend who comes home at a normal time, who doesn’t get called in on their days off. He could give it up for you, right?

“Okay! I am ready to go!”

You pop out of the bedroom wearing a dress that you love and always feel confident in, and the sight of you just makes his heart feel full. He’s quick to take your hand and pull you towards him. One hand settles on your waist, the other that the base of your skull, and he kisses you with everything he has, he pours every ounce of love that he can into that kiss. And when he pulls back he gives a little nip to your bottom lip.

You blink several times, and smile, “What did I do to deserve that?”

He cups your cheek with his hand, and leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, “You exist.”

You place a kiss on his nose, and move to wrap your arms around his neck, “You have a way with words that just . . . makes me melt. You make me feel special, and loved, and safe. I love you very much, Rafael Barba. "Eres mi todo.” You’ve been practicing that line for weeks. You’ve run it with Lucia, Liv, Ed, and Catalina.

“You just spoke Spanish.”

You grimace, “How bad was my accent?”

He places a kiss on your forehead, “You did great. Let’s go get food.”

You call Bently over, get his leash attached, and you head to your favorite breakfast joint. The weather is just right, not too hot, but not too cold, just a really nice April day. And true to the promise the two of you made, you don’t lean into the idea of extravagance.

Instead you tuck your body into his side as you walk, and just enjoy the fact that you have an entire day together. It’s been several weeks since the last one, and it’s just nice to reconnect.

You’ve just finished lunch, when he gets the call. A major case, and they need him ASAP. You consider killing your sister, but instead send her several angry gifs. She just responds with question marks. He gives you an apologetic look, “Why don’t I drop you off at home, that way you don’t have to hang around the station?”

You wave off the concern, “I spent my entire childhood there, what the night of an anniversary. At least I’ll get to see you be all snarky and lawyery.”

His lips twitch into a small smile, “Lawyery?”

You lean in and kiss him, “Come on counselor. The sooner we get there and done, the sooner we can leave.”

Rafa sighs. He’s not exactly dressed for court or to make deals but at least he wasn’t in jeans. He’s gone with a pair of slacks and a button down shirt for the day, and his hair wasn’t as neat as he would have liked, but sometimes you had to go with the flow.

The two of you arrive at the station thirty minutes later, and your mouth curls down a little bit. The nostalgic side of you missed the old station and its memories. For the most part you had managed to avoid the squad room for the past two years. The only exceptions being when you brought Rafa or Liv something, or stopped by to drag them home to rest.

You’re there for several hours, and your sister has the good grace to avoid your gaze. While you may have not had anything spectacular planned for your anniversary she knew you’d been looking forward to spending the day together.

“You keep that up and my lieutenant is going to be nothing but a mark on the ground.”

You look up at Finn, “Is this case really that bad?”

He shrugs, “We got our new Sarge today, and there’s an international and personal element involved.” His eyes slide to Rollins, and your frown. It always seemed as though Rollins was stepping in something.

You spend the time seeing how things have changed around the station. The biggest is that Finn seems to know how to work the computer. WHen you had first met him, he’d been convinced that they would just be a fad and he had no reason to learn the operating system. Everything else seems to be fairly similar. But it still feels weird. You don’t know any of the officers in uniform, and you barely know this version of the squad beyond some after work drinks.

It’s nearly eight pm when Rafael finishes, and you two can head home. You’re ready to crash on the couch, but Benny still needs to go out and you’re starving. You order food, take Benny out together, for safety, and come home and collapse on the couch, and that’s where you stay.

You’re in the middle of a cheesy scifi movie when Rafa stands, “I’m getting coffee. You want some?”

“It’s ten at night, we’ll never sleep.”

He smirks, “I’m not hearing a no.”

You laugh, “Bring it on!”

It takes some time since he’s using the fancy new machine he bought earlier in the week. For days he’d been playing around with it and making designs in your cup. “Any chance you can put a giraffe in there this time?”

“You have too much faith in me.”

You smile and relax further into the couch. He comes back several minutes later right as an alien explodes from someone’s chest. He winces at the sight and sets the mugs down on the coffee table. You reach for your phone, ready to take a picture of his latest creation, and then stop.

You suck in a breath, and your eyes go wide as you read the words in your cup, three more times. His hand settles on your back and you hear him whisper, “Breathe amor. Breathe.”

You turn to face him, “Are you sure?”

His smile is soft and filled with love, as he pulls a ring out of his pocket, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Y/N Benson, will you marry me?”

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Olivia is five minutes away from heading to bed when her phone buzzes, and she raises an eyebrow when she sees a text from you. She had expected a slightly cold shoulder after having brought Braba in on your anniversary . . . when he was technically off.

She goes ahead and opens the attachment, and her brow furrows when she sees a cup of coffee with foam letters in it spelling out, “Will you marry me?”

Then her eyes go wide as the second picture comes in, one of you and Rafael together, with a very nice ring on your finger. She lets out a squeal, and Ed comes running.

“What is it? Who is it? Do I need my gun?”

She shoves her phone in his face, “Barba proposed!”

This time it’s Ed’s brow furrowing, “With coffee. That man has a serious caffeine addiction.”

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The Ties that Bind: Visit Home

AN: This happens early in the series. Right after Elle leaves. You're still with Joel.

Warnings: None

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AN: This idea was suggested by the lovely @shaynapineapple! Thank you for this idea! 

Joel is away at a medical conference in New York City which means you have the apartment to yourself.  To be honest, you’re living for it. You love Joel, you really do, but some time to yourself is also nice. 

You’re dancing around the apartment singing at the top of your lungs when there’s a knock on the door. You go still because there shouldn't be anyone knocking on your door. All your teacher friends are in hibernation thanks to the school year just having wrapped up. 

You make sure to look through the peephole and then yank the door open when you see who’s on the other side: “Spencer!” 

Your brother has his arms around you a second later and you quickly return the hug. You rub a hand up and down his back, and he breathes out, “I just . . . really needed to see you.” 

You smile, “Well, I’m never going to say no to a visit from you.” You pull back and brush some hair out of his eyes, “You hungry? I was about to order some pizza.” 

He sags in relief, reminding you of the little kid he used to be, “Yes please.” 

He steps into the apartment and looks around, “Is uh .  . . Joel here?” 

“Nope. He’s at a medical conference in NYC. He wrote a paper on a new procedure and he’s presenting it. I offered to go with him but he thought I’d be bored. I was actually a little relieved. I don’t get the place to myself all that often, and now it’s even better because you’re here.” 

Spencer shoots you a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. You don’t ask what’s bothering him. He’ll tell you in his own time. That’s how Spencer has always been. He needs time to process and come up with the right words to describe how he’s feeling. Putting him on the spot makes him nervous and a little bit snippy. 

You collapse on the couch and watch as he wanders the apartment. It’s the first time he’s been here since you and Joel moved in together. He hadn’t taken the news particularly well when you’d told him, especially when you mentioned moving out of the apartment the two of you had spent your college years in.

“This place doesn’t really feel like you. There aren’t a lot of pictures and none of your knick knacks are out.” 

“Joel doesn’t like a lot of clutter. I still have them; they’re just in storage.” 

“Oh.” 

“But there’s pictures of you!” You point out several; some of just him and some of him and you. You watch as he goes through them. He stops at the one of you and him outside your apartment, right before you took him to the airport to join the FBI.

“Elle left the team. She got hurt. . .” 

“Right. The case that involved mom.” 

“Yeah. And she. . . she just wasn’t herself anymore. She needed to get out but she didn’t say goodbye. It made me think of him . . . and before I knew it I was taking a few personal days and on a plane out here.” 

He finally sits on the couch and snuggles up to you, “I just . . . I needed to see the one person who would never leave me.” 

You run your fingers through his hair, like you did when he was a kid; it’s always calmed him down, “Yeah. . . sorry to say it, but you’re stuck with me kid.” 

“I’m lucky to have you,” He corrects, “I don’t even want to think about how bad things would have been if it had been just me.” 

“Luckily, you never have to find out.”

  The two of you stay like that for a little while before he asks, “When’s the pizza going to get here.” 

“Probably thirty or so minutes after I actually order it.” 

The two of you look at each other and burst out laughing, it’s good to have him home. 

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Welcome back!!! We missed you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you lovely!!!

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Hi miss panda! Let me tell you I am sooooooo glad that you are back and doing well. You're an amazing talented human being. Your writing is spectacular too *chef's kiss*. I wish you the best in life 💖 may you achieve huge success in whatever that you choose to do. May you always be happy, healthy and wealthy 💫✨ P.S. if you choose to discontinue writing here it's okay, as long as you're at peace with it. No hard feelings, your work will forever be cherished just like you 🥰🤗

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Hi, I love Blood is Thicker than Water! Might be the best multi chapter Barba x Reader fic I've read! Unfortunately (long and/or complete) SVU reader inserts in general are so hard to find :'(( I hope you continue your work!

I’m actually working on chapter 20 now!

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Welcome back(temporarily?)!!!

Thank you! I’m just going with the flow. 😁

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Something More

Prompt: Something More by Sugarland 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy 

Requested by: ANON 

You’re in the front yard, planting daffodils when the car pulls up. It takes you a few minutes to get to your feet, your pregnant belly makes movement more difficult these days. You glance over at the porch where Jack is playing cars with James. Despite being twelve years older than his younger brother, Jack never complains about spending time with his baby brother. In fact, he loves being a big brother. It’s why you’re pregnant again. Jack is in desperate want of another sibling, and Aaron had been in desperate want of a third kid. 

You let out a breath once you’re upright. You turn to face the people coming up your walkway, and then you hear Jack yell, “UNCLE DAVE!” 

You pause at that, and everything clicks together as you watch a group of people exit the car. These people are your husband’s former team. You watch as Jack’s head swivels between his two year old brother and the people who had been his honorary aunts and uncles. You toss your head towards them and head up the stairs of the porch. 

You hold out your hand for James, who happily takes it and lead him inside while Jack hugs everyone. You find Aaron on the couch surrounded by the papers he’s grading. “Aaron.” His head shoots up and he smiles at you. “You have visitors.” 

His brow furrows, before he gets off the couch he peers out the window and a very serious look comes over his face. You’ve never seen him look that serious. You place a hand on his arm, and some of the tension eases from his body. 

James tugs on his pants leg, and he swoops down and picks him up. He settles a giggly James on his shoulders before ducking out the front door. You watch from the doorway. You had met Aaron nearly four years ago. Of course, back then you had known him as James. He’d been your next-door neighbor; a handsome and kind single dad. He’d been older than you, but you’d been infatuated.

It had taken a few months for him to warm up to you. A month after that he’d accepted your invitation to dinner. There were things that didn’t make sense about his life, but you had a feeling he was being as honest as he could. It was only when you’d found yourself accidentally pregnant that he had sat down and told you the truth of everything. You’d been surprised when you didn’t feel any anger. You understood the lies and you also knew that there was no way in hell your were giving him or Jack up. And with his cover blown and the two of you tied together, you decided to get married and be enveloped into the witness protection life. 

Scratch had been found and captured in your sixth month. You’d been living in a small town in Florida. Aaron hated Florida. And when he got the call there had been a moment of elation, and plans were made to move back to DC and for Aaron to go back to work. And then they stopped. While Aaron still wanted to be back in or near DC he told you he wasn’t going back to the FBI. He was going to take early retirement. When you had asked him why, he simply shrugged and said, “I want something more.” 

Your growing little family had moved back to DC  and Aaron had gone back into law practice and started teaching at GW. He’d told you a lot about his team, and he’d surprised you when he hadn’t reconnected with his team outside of the job. 

You’d asked him about it one night, and while he’d held you close he’d admitted, “I’m scared I’ll get sucked back in. I want to be here for you and Jack and this little one.” His hand had stroked your nine month pregnant belly. And now, here you were two years later and Aaron was finally being reunited with his family.

You watch Aaron and Jack from the window. James is leaning forward, but he isn’t trying to interact with anyone. He’s in the toddler stage where he hates strangers. Instead, he’s clinging to Aaron’s hair. You know for a fact that that isn’t comfortable, the kid has a grip like you wouldn’t believe. There’s a twinge in your back, and you rub at it while Jack gestures towards the house. You take that as your que to head on out. 

It’s a bit of a waddle, and Jack is quick to run back and help you down the stairs; your sweet boy. And as you’re enveloped into hugs and greetings you can’t help but wonder how Aaron has stayed away from these people for so long. 

Aaron watches you interact with the team. He expects some sort of longing to take over; a desire for the old days. He admits he sometimes misses the weight of his gun on his hip or the feeling of his credentials in his suit pocket. But the overwhelming NEED to be out there chasing the bad guys is gone. 

His time in witness protection had allowed him to realize he wanted something more out of life. He didn’t want just a job, he wanted a family. He wanted to be there for Jack, and he had treasured those first few months just the two of them, but Jack had been growing up, and then he’d met you. You’d been an unexpected curve ball life had thrown at him, and he was so grateful. You’d provided him with love and understanding and someone to lean on. You were his sun, and his children were his moon and stars. 

And as James pulls on his hair, and Jack and Henry run off to go look at his comic books, and you connect with the team while rubbing your baby bump, he knows that he can be part of this family again, and he can do it without being sucked in. Because he has something more than the job now. 

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Minx

Pairing: Lex Luthor x GN!Reader 

Prompt 31: Ending a kiss with a little nip to the lip. 

“I cannot believe we are missing the MET Gala for this.” 

You laugh, and turn to look at Lionel. He’s dressed in a suit and looks painfully out of place. While the man hadn’t been initially thrilled about your relationship with Lex, he had been trying to get closer to you and Lex since the wedding, and he tried to spend time with you and Lex regularly; something that never failed to baffle your husband. 

You put your hands on your hips,  “What do you mean? This is the annual Smallville County Fair. This is a time honored tradition and I haven’t missed one since mom and dad adopted me, which was three days after I was born.” 

Lionel stares at you, and behind him Lex is trying really hard to not laugh, “So you’ve come to this fair every year? No matter what? You’ve never missed it?” 

You shake your head, “Nope. When I was nine and had a hundred degree fever, we stopped by on the way to the hospital. When I was in college, I would drive back for it. The fair ended up getting rescheduled for two days before Lex and I were due back from our honeymoon, and I made him leave early.”

Lionel’s head whips around to look at his son, “You stopped traveling around Europe to come back for some rinky dink fair.” 

Lex nods, “It’s a Kent family tradition.” Lionel’s eyes go wide as Lex sheds his outer jacket to reveal a sweatshirt, with the words “Kent Family Farm” on them, jeans, and tennis shoes. “What the hell are you wearing?” 

“Well the Kents have a stand here. And in order for everyone to enjoy the fair, we take turns manning the stand and selling stuff. This is just the uniform. Don’t worry, Martha has one for you too.” 

“Please tell me you’re lying.” 

Lex wraps his arm around your shoulders, “Nope.” 

Lionel lets out a little whimper, and you take pity on the man. “Come on Lionel. How about we play some games.” 

It takes exactly three games for Lionel to start complaining about people being cheats, and the games being rigged. When you offer him some of the funnel cake you and Lex are splitting he gives you a health lesson, and by the time you reach your family’s stand he looks about ready to rip his hair out. 

You get him settled in a chair, and suggest he check his email. That seems to calm him, as he connects with the world outside of Smallville. You head back to the front of the booth to find your dad handing money over to Lex. 

“What in the world are you two doing?” 

Your dad grumbles, “Your husband hustled me. I bet him twenty dollars that he couldn’t get Lionel out here and keep him here for at least two hours.” 

Lex holds up three fingers, “He’s lasted for three, and only made one child cry. That’s a success in my book.” 

Your dad shrugs, before saying, “Speaking of which, he’s been banned for next year.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be devastated.” Any talk about Lionel ceases as your mother comes over. She and your dad head out to explore and you go to Lex. You tuck yourself into his side, and he says, “We didn’t come back from our honeymoon early. And we missed the last three of these things.” 

“Yeah. But your dad tends to complain less if he thinks something is a tradition or is important to me.” 

Lex laughs before swooping down to kiss you, he ends it with a little nip to your bottom lip, before resting his forehead against yours. “You are such a minx.” 

“And that’s exactly how you like me.” 

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Reblogging because a new chapter is coming 

From Beginning to End: Chapter 7

Synopsis: When you meet Aaron Hotchner in high school you don’t expect him to be the love of your life. You certainly don’t expect him to give you the courage to leave a toxic family behind for a teenage marriage and a life so wonderful that you never could have imagined it.

AN: Shout out to @hotchinkevlar and @originalsoulduck for their help with this chapter!!! Thank you so much!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Master List Warnings: Mentions of breastfeeding, and after pregnancy side effects.

Major Moments over the First Six Months 

Jack is born on October 7, 1998

Keep reading

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Found Out

AN: The Law and Order SVU and Batman crossover no one, absolutely no one asked for, but I still wrote. Cause I can ;)

Warnings: Mentions of serial killers. Nothing graphic.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

For being some of the smartest, most intelligent, detectives in the world, the superheros in your life are fairly oblivious. And on some level you’re really thankful for that. It allows you the freedom to do your job without their henpecking. 

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the people you work with, your second family, are some of the kindest, most intelligent, and hardworking detectives you’ve ever met, but they’re also oblivious to the fact that you’re married to a billionaire. 

You had never really meant to keep the worlds separate. It had started off innocent enough, you’d joined NYPD as a beat cop while Bruce was out studying to become the Bat. And when he got home you’d spent every spare minute helping him. Between that and the company he’d been too exhausted to ask anything other than a few questions about your job. He knew you worked for a large organization in NYC and that was it. He trusted you. And the boys were just as oblivious as their father. The only person who knew was Alfred. He’d been the once to come to your graduation from the academy while Bruce was still away. 

On the flip side, your SVU family knew very little about your home life. They knew you were married, they knew you had kids, but they didn’t know how many. After all, you’d only had the two pregnancies; Terry and Matt had both been big but welcome surprises. Then again ALL of your boys were surprises. And you had perfected your technique of avoiding the paparazzi for both SVU and Gotham High Society. 

Honestly, in your mind, there was no reason at all for your two worlds to meld. When you were at home, you took care of your family; when you were at work you tried really hard not to think of them, because despite crime fighting, you didn’t want them anywhere near these types of crimes. 

Of course, nothing lasts forever, but you figure twenty years is a good run, especially when Bruce is driving Dick away for his desire to be a cop. You watch them go back and forth for hours, before you finally step in. There are groans from the other boys about stopping the fight while Cass just grins, and you ignore all of them. 

“You’re going to stop this right now Bruce Wayne.” 

His eyes are hard, his jaw is set, “You don’t understand Y/N.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you watch Alfred roll his eyes in exasperation, “I understand better than anyone here.” 

His hands go to his hips, and you know he’s about to dig a very deep hole for himself, “Sweetheart, I love you, and I know you work the computers from time to time, but this is different. There are guns involved and he’d have to work inside the system.” 

“So?” 

“You can’t do both; there’s too much to hide.” 

You smile sweetly at him, “I don’t know, I’ve been doing both for the past twenty years. Then again, I suppose it might be different for me since I just worked the computers for a while.” 

He blinks at you, and you know he’s connecting the dots. You ignore him, and turn to your oldest, his eyes wide, “While I understand you wanting to do Bludhaven, if you want to do NYPD, we can drive into the city together. Let me know, I have more than a few favors I can call in.” 

Tim is the first to voice the statement, “You’re a cop?” 

You shrug, “First grade detective, but I’m taking the sergeants exam in a few weeks.” 

Jason stares at you, “Seriously? Are you joking right now?” 

“I joined when I was twenty. I’d finished college early thanks to AP classes, went in as a beat cop, and after five years I became a detective. I’ve been working at SVU for the past fifteen years. They’re like my family away from home.”  

You can tell there are more questions, but no one seems brave enough to ask them. You start to head out of the room, when Bruce asks, “Why did you hide it?” 

You pause and turn to him, “I didn’t. You just never asked.” 

As you leave you hear Alfred ask, “Would you like a shovel for the hole you’re digging sir, or should I just make up the couch for you?” 

You go  wait in your room, and lie down on the bed. A few minutes later Bruce comes in, and you look at each other. His brow is furrowed, eventually he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me? How could I not have known?” 

You smile at him, “I didn’t want you to know Bruce. I was on my own path, and I knew you would worry. At the start I told myself I would tell you eventually, but. . . you were so involved with Batman and you were doing so much good . . . I didn’t want to add to your stress. You were barely sleeping three hours a night at that point. 

“Then we Dick, and I considered telling you but he needed us to focus on him, and after a while it became easier to excuse it. It became my secret identity. Are you mad?” 

He lets out a laugh, “I dress up as a bat, and fight crime as a vigilante. I don’t think I can be mad. I think I’m worried.”

“About?” 

“Us drifting apart, not knowing you?” 

You shrug, “I’m me Bruce. I just also happen to be a cop. I see a lot of bad stuff, everyday. The last thing I want when I come home is to talk about it. Same as you guys. When I’m home I want to be happy, but if you want to know I’ll tell you on one condition.” 

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, after a moment he asks, “What’s the condition?” 

“You can’t involve Batman. NYPD is not Gotham PD.” 

He nods after a minute. The two of you spend the night talking, you tell him about some close calls, you tell him about the one life you’d been forced to take, you tell him about your frustration. You tell him about Liv and Elliot, and how Elliot leaving crushed Liv, but she rose from the ashes to become a lieutenant. You tell him about Munch and Cragen, both of whom have retired. You tell him about Finn, Rollins, Amaro, Carisi, Dodds and Barba. It’s nearly six in the morning by the time you’re finished. 

“And that’s the majority of it.” 

You’re both lying on the bed staring at each other. Bruce has been largely silent, he’d skipped patrol, and only asked a few questions. A part of you wonders when his anger will hit; it doesn’t. Instead he says, “I am so freaking proud of you,” and then he kisses you. And you can’t help but think, that in a normal marriage, a normal family, this would have been a big deal, it would have broken them. In your family though? It’s another day. 

You call out of work that day to catch up on sleep and spend the day with your family. The boys come up with a bunch of reasons as to why they should have realized you were a cop. 

“You work really weird hours.” 

“You never wore heels to work.” 

“You never wore dresses either, come to think of it?” 

“Is this why we own a penthouse in NYC?” 

Jason is the one who asks, “Where do you keep your gun? I thought those weren’t allowed in the house?”

“You don’t need to worry about it. It’s locked up.” Logically, you know each of your boys knows how to use a gun, mainly for the purpose of knowing how to disarm someone holding a gun. You still don’t want them anywhere near it. For that reason, it’s kept in a DNA safe in Alfred’s room. 

When you go back to work the next day, you have your gun and badge on your hip. All of the men in your life focus on it. Bruce corners you in the kitchen as you’re pouring coffee into a travel mug and whispers, “You look sexy as hell with the badge.” 

You laugh, and then you kiss him. You’re the one who drops Cass, Tim, Damian, Terry, and Matt off at school. Jason is in college, and he drives himself. Dick is still contemplating his options. 

The fact that your family knows makes things a lot easier a few weeks later when Carl Rudnick and Greggory Yates escape from prison. You can hear the worry in Bruce’s voice, when he begs you to be safe and not do anything risky. You snort at that and he chuckles, “I know, I’m a hypocrite, but I’m your hypocrite.” You roll your eyes, because the big doofus, is in fact, yours. You also know he’s keeping a close watch on the man hunt. 

Three days later Rudnick is back in custody, but Yates is still on the run, back to Chicago you’re pretty sure. You’ve gotten maybe five hours of sleep total in those days? You’re exhausted, but you have reports to fill out, and Chief Dodds, the commissioner and a whole bunch of brass are hanging around. 

You’re in hour three of doing paperwork, when you hear whispers. Your eyes flicker up to find your husband smiling at  you from across the room. He’s holding a doggy bag full of food, he’s dressed in a suit that costs thousands of dollars, and you know that people recognize him. 

Finn leans forward, “What the hell is Bruce Wayne doing here?” 

You hear Carisi whisper, “Maybe he’s dating Leiu?” 

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing, because you sometimes forget it’s not common knowledge that Bruce is married, despite the ring on his finger. You avoid galas with the best of them after all. You call it the Batman tax; Bruce can fight crime and you don’t have to show up to stuffy dinner parties.  

Bruce smiles at the laughter, before approaching your desk, he settles into the chair next to your desk. “Really? No pictures of me or the kids?” 

You scoff, “Work stays at work, home stays at home.” 

He frowns, “I’m getting you pictures.” 

You don’t argue with him, “What are you doing here?” 

“I brought you food. Alfred and I figured you hadn’t eaten.” 

“I haven’t had anything outside of vending machine junk in days.” 

He scoffs, “What happened to taking care of ourselves?” 

You shrug, “I’ve been hunting serial killers.” 

His face goes serious, “But you’re okay?” 

“As okay as I can be. They got a few more people, our sergeant took a bullet to the shoulder, Rudnick is back in prison, but Yates is headed only God knows where.” 

His fingers twitch, and you know he’s itching to do something, but he can’t. He can’t get involved in this too. He has all of Gotham to worry about and thanks to the league, sometimes he has to worry about the world. 

He lets out a breath, “Can I join you while you eat?” 

“Yes. You can catch me up on the goings at home.” You lead him past your shocked colleagues, and a room full of shocked officials in Liv’s office and to the breakroom. While you eat, Bruce assures you that the boys are fine, but Damian apparently butchered the hedges again. Clark was apparently being a pain in his ass too. The man of steel wanted your family to come to Kansas for Thanksgiving. 

“I’ll probably have to work, use that as an excuse.” 

Bruce grins, “This job has perks.” 

You lean forward and peck his lips, “Lots of them.” 

When you’re finished you stand up to leave and there is a room watching the two of you. You sigh, and Bruce mutters, “It’s good to know the vultures remain consistent.” 

Chief Dodds is about to step forward and ask a question when you step towards Olivia, “Bruce this Liv. She’s saved my ass more than once over the years. Liv, this is my husband Bruce, remember I talked about him?” 

She grins, “Yes, but you failed to mention he was Bruce Wayne.” 

You feign nonchalance, “Did I? Hmmm.” 

Bruce smiles, it’s the one that has everyone jumping to meet his every need, the one that says he’s as innocent as a choir boy, and he would be your best friend if you let him. You smirk at him while he shakes Liv’s hand, “Thanks for watching her back. The boys and I appreciate it.” 

That’s when Finn steps forward, “That right, you guys have a huge family, right?” 

Bruce’s brow furrows in fake concentration, “We have Dick who is twenty, Jason is eighteen, Cass is Fifteen, Tim is fourteen, Damian is ten, Terry is six, and Matt is four.” He looks at you, “How’d I do?” 

“Perfect score.” 

“We have a full house, but it’s nice.” 

You nod, “Let me walk you out.” 

You make sure Bruce gets to his car, you kiss him, and promise you’ll be home by morning. Once he’s gone you head back up to find everyone waiting on you, it’s Finn who declares, “You have some explaining to do.” 

You sigh, life was easier when no one knew anything. 

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Found Out

AN: The Law and Order SVU and Batman crossover no one, absolutely no one asked for, but I still wrote. Cause I can ;)

Warnings: Mentions of serial killers. Nothing graphic.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

For being some of the smartest, most intelligent, detectives in the world, the superheros in your life are fairly oblivious. And on some level you’re really thankful for that. It allows you the freedom to do your job without their henpecking. 

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the people you work with, your second family, are some of the kindest, most intelligent, and hardworking detectives you’ve ever met, but they’re also oblivious to the fact that you’re married to a billionaire. 

You had never really meant to keep the worlds separate. It had started off innocent enough, you’d joined NYPD as a beat cop while Bruce was out studying to become the Bat. And when he got home you’d spent every spare minute helping him. Between that and the company he’d been too exhausted to ask anything other than a few questions about your job. He knew you worked for a large organization in NYC and that was it. He trusted you. And the boys were just as oblivious as their father. The only person who knew was Alfred. He’d been the once to come to your graduation from the academy while Bruce was still away. 

On the flip side, your SVU family knew very little about your home life. They knew you were married, they knew you had kids, but they didn’t know how many. After all, you’d only had the two pregnancies; Terry and Matt had both been big but welcome surprises. Then again ALL of your boys were surprises. And you had perfected your technique of avoiding the paparazzi for both SVU and Gotham High Society. 

Honestly, in your mind, there was no reason at all for your two worlds to meld. When you were at home, you took care of your family; when you were at work you tried really hard not to think of them, because despite crime fighting, you didn’t want them anywhere near these types of crimes. 

Of course, nothing lasts forever, but you figure twenty years is a good run, especially when Bruce is driving Dick away for his desire to be a cop. You watch them go back and forth for hours, before you finally step in. There are groans from the other boys about stopping the fight while Cass just grins, and you ignore all of them. 

“You’re going to stop this right now Bruce Wayne.” 

His eyes are hard, his jaw is set, “You don’t understand Y/N.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you watch Alfred roll his eyes in exasperation, “I understand better than anyone here.” 

His hands go to his hips, and you know he’s about to dig a very deep hole for himself, “Sweetheart, I love you, and I know you work the computers from time to time, but this is different. There are guns involved and he’d have to work inside the system.” 

“So?” 

“You can’t do both; there’s too much to hide.” 

You smile sweetly at him, “I don’t know, I’ve been doing both for the past twenty years. Then again, I suppose it might be different for me since I just worked the computers for a while.” 

He blinks at you, and you know he’s connecting the dots. You ignore him, and turn to your oldest, his eyes wide, “While I understand you wanting to do Bludhaven, if you want to do NYPD, we can drive into the city together. Let me know, I have more than a few favors I can call in.” 

Tim is the first to voice the statement, “You’re a cop?” 

You shrug, “First grade detective, but I’m taking the sergeants exam in a few weeks.” 

Jason stares at you, “Seriously? Are you joking right now?” 

“I joined when I was twenty. I’d finished college early thanks to AP classes, went in as a beat cop, and after five years I became a detective. I’ve been working at SVU for the past fifteen years. They’re like my family away from home.”  

You can tell there are more questions, but no one seems brave enough to ask them. You start to head out of the room, when Bruce asks, “Why did you hide it?” 

You pause and turn to him, “I didn’t. You just never asked.” 

As you leave you hear Alfred ask, “Would you like a shovel for the hole you’re digging sir, or should I just make up the couch for you?” 

You go  wait in your room, and lie down on the bed. A few minutes later Bruce comes in, and you look at each other. His brow is furrowed, eventually he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me? How could I not have known?” 

You smile at him, “I didn’t want you to know Bruce. I was on my own path, and I knew you would worry. At the start I told myself I would tell you eventually, but. . . you were so involved with Batman and you were doing so much good . . . I didn’t want to add to your stress. You were barely sleeping three hours a night at that point. 

“Then we Dick, and I considered telling you but he needed us to focus on him, and after a while it became easier to excuse it. It became my secret identity. Are you mad?” 

He lets out a laugh, “I dress up as a bat, and fight crime as a vigilante. I don’t think I can be mad. I think I’m worried.”

“About?” 

“Us drifting apart, not knowing you?” 

You shrug, “I’m me Bruce. I just also happen to be a cop. I see a lot of bad stuff, everyday. The last thing I want when I come home is to talk about it. Same as you guys. When I’m home I want to be happy, but if you want to know I’ll tell you on one condition.” 

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, after a moment he asks, “What’s the condition?” 

“You can’t involve Batman. NYPD is not Gotham PD.” 

He nods after a minute. The two of you spend the night talking, you tell him about some close calls, you tell him about the one life you’d been forced to take, you tell him about your frustration. You tell him about Liv and Elliot, and how Elliot leaving crushed Liv, but she rose from the ashes to become a lieutenant. You tell him about Munch and Cragen, both of whom have retired. You tell him about Finn, Rollins, Amaro, Carisi, Dodds and Barba. It’s nearly six in the morning by the time you’re finished. 

“And that’s the majority of it.” 

You’re both lying on the bed staring at each other. Bruce has been largely silent, he’d skipped patrol, and only asked a few questions. A part of you wonders when his anger will hit; it doesn’t. Instead he says, “I am so freaking proud of you,” and then he kisses you. And you can’t help but think, that in a normal marriage, a normal family, this would have been a big deal, it would have broken them. In your family though? It’s another day. 

You call out of work that day to catch up on sleep and spend the day with your family. The boys come up with a bunch of reasons as to why they should have realized you were a cop. 

“You work really weird hours.” 

“You never wore heels to work.” 

“You never wore dresses either, come to think of it?” 

“Is this why we own a penthouse in NYC?” 

Jason is the one who asks, “Where do you keep your gun? I thought those weren’t allowed in the house?”

“You don’t need to worry about it. It’s locked up.” Logically, you know each of your boys knows how to use a gun, mainly for the purpose of knowing how to disarm someone holding a gun. You still don’t want them anywhere near it. For that reason, it’s kept in a DNA safe in Alfred’s room. 

When you go back to work the next day, you have your gun and badge on your hip. All of the men in your life focus on it. Bruce corners you in the kitchen as you’re pouring coffee into a travel mug and whispers, “You look sexy as hell with the badge.” 

You laugh, and then you kiss him. You’re the one who drops Cass, Tim, Damian, Terry, and Matt off at school. Jason is in college, and he drives himself. Dick is still contemplating his options. 

The fact that your family knows makes things a lot easier a few weeks later when Carl Rudnick and Greggory Yates escape from prison. You can hear the worry in Bruce’s voice, when he begs you to be safe and not do anything risky. You snort at that and he chuckles, “I know, I’m a hypocrite, but I’m your hypocrite.” You roll your eyes, because the big doofus, is in fact, yours. You also know he’s keeping a close watch on the man hunt. 

Three days later Rudnick is back in custody, but Yates is still on the run, back to Chicago you’re pretty sure. You’ve gotten maybe five hours of sleep total in those days? You’re exhausted, but you have reports to fill out, and Chief Dodds, the commissioner and a whole bunch of brass are hanging around. 

You’re in hour three of doing paperwork, when you hear whispers. Your eyes flicker up to find your husband smiling at  you from across the room. He’s holding a doggy bag full of food, he’s dressed in a suit that costs thousands of dollars, and you know that people recognize him. 

Finn leans forward, “What the hell is Bruce Wayne doing here?” 

You hear Carisi whisper, “Maybe he’s dating Leiu?” 

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing, because you sometimes forget it’s not common knowledge that Bruce is married, despite the ring on his finger. You avoid galas with the best of them after all. You call it the Batman tax; Bruce can fight crime and you don’t have to show up to stuffy dinner parties.  

Bruce smiles at the laughter, before approaching your desk, he settles into the chair next to your desk. “Really? No pictures of me or the kids?” 

You scoff, “Work stays at work, home stays at home.” 

He frowns, “I’m getting you pictures.” 

You don’t argue with him, “What are you doing here?” 

“I brought you food. Alfred and I figured you hadn’t eaten.” 

“I haven’t had anything outside of vending machine junk in days.” 

He scoffs, “What happened to taking care of ourselves?” 

You shrug, “I’ve been hunting serial killers.” 

His face goes serious, “But you’re okay?” 

“As okay as I can be. They got a few more people, our sergeant took a bullet to the shoulder, Rudnick is back in prison, but Yates is headed only God knows where.” 

His fingers twitch, and you know he’s itching to do something, but he can’t. He can’t get involved in this too. He has all of Gotham to worry about and thanks to the league, sometimes he has to worry about the world. 

He lets out a breath, “Can I join you while you eat?” 

“Yes. You can catch me up on the goings at home.” You lead him past your shocked colleagues, and a room full of shocked officials in Liv’s office and to the breakroom. While you eat, Bruce assures you that the boys are fine, but Damian apparently butchered the hedges again. Clark was apparently being a pain in his ass too. The man of steel wanted your family to come to Kansas for Thanksgiving. 

“I’ll probably have to work, use that as an excuse.” 

Bruce grins, “This job has perks.” 

You lean forward and peck his lips, “Lots of them.” 

When you’re finished you stand up to leave and there is a room watching the two of you. You sigh, and Bruce mutters, “It’s good to know the vultures remain consistent.” 

Chief Dodds is about to step forward and ask a question when you step towards Olivia, “Bruce this Liv. She’s saved my ass more than once over the years. Liv, this is my husband Bruce, remember I talked about him?” 

She grins, “Yes, but you failed to mention he was Bruce Wayne.” 

You feign nonchalance, “Did I? Hmmm.” 

Bruce smiles, it’s the one that has everyone jumping to meet his every need, the one that says he’s as innocent as a choir boy, and he would be your best friend if you let him. You smirk at him while he shakes Liv’s hand, “Thanks for watching her back. The boys and I appreciate it.” 

That’s when Finn steps forward, “That right, you guys have a huge family, right?” 

Bruce’s brow furrows in fake concentration, “We have Dick who is twenty, Jason is eighteen, Cass is Fifteen, Tim is fourteen, Damian is ten, Terry is six, and Matt is four.” He looks at you, “How’d I do?” 

“Perfect score.” 

“We have a full house, but it’s nice.” 

You nod, “Let me walk you out.” 

You make sure Bruce gets to his car, you kiss him, and promise you’ll be home by morning. Once he’s gone you head back up to find everyone waiting on you, it’s Finn who declares, “You have some explaining to do.” 

You sigh, life was easier when no one knew anything. 

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You know what happens when you’ve been gone for over a year and go back and read some of your own things? You see ALL of the mistakes 🤦‍♀️

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Christmas Tree Glow

Requested by: 2 different Anons 

Prompts:  “Your eyes are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen”     and “Huddling together on a cold day”

Warnings: Pregnancy. Nothing graphic.

“Remind me again, why we became parents.” 

You laugh from where you’re lying on the couch. You’re exhausted. Christmas has that effect on parents. 

Bruce raises an eyebrow, “You’re laughing?” 

“I’m sleep deprived.” 

This time Bruce smiles. He’s standing in front of the Christmas tree. It’s the only lighting in the room. It makes him look even more handsome. His eyes shine with mischief, as he sets down a piece of fake food in the play kitchen he just assembled. It’s for Jason, he’s obsessed with helping you cook and now he has his own kitchen. 

There’s also a bike for Dick, a drone for Tim, and an assortment of stuffed animals for Damian. There’s more than twenty books for all of the boys, plus clothes, and an assortment of other small toys. 

You shift on the couch when your back twinges. Bruce walks over to you, and then kneels next to you. “How are you feeling?” 

You smile, “Like a whale.” 

He leans in and brushes his nose against yours, “You look beautiful.” 

You reach up and stroke his face for a second before you pinch a cheek, “You are such a liar.” 

He turns his face and kisses your palm, “I’m telling the truth.” 

You move to sit up and he helps you as you groan. He sits down beside you and you lean on him. His hand moves to rub the perpetually sore spot on your back.  “You say it with every pregnancy, and I can see myself. I know you’re lying.” You scrunch your nose and he kisses it.

You snuggle into his side. 

After a few minutes of silence you state, “We’re going to have five kids this time next year.” 

He snorts, “Try in a month.” 

There’s a kick to your ribs and you smoothe a hand over the spot. Of course that doesn’t calm her down. No, instead it seems to get her started up. “Your daughter is on your sleep schedule.” 

“Sorry.” 

You look up at him, “She’s going to be just like you. All of our kids are. It’s like my genes don’t even matter.” 

He kisses your forehead, “They matter. I see you every time Dick helps one of his brothers. Or every time Jason begs for ten more minutes of reading. Or when Tim focuses solely on one thing.” 

You interrupt, “That comes from both of us.” 

He chuckles, “And especially in the way that Damian loves people so fiercely.” His hand settles on your belly, “And something tells me that this little girl is going to be your mini-me.” 

You look up at him, “That may be, but I hope she has your eyes. You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” 

Bruce smiles at you and the clock chimes midnight.It is officially Christmas day, and in six short hours you’re going to have a gaggle of kids waking the two of you up. You look up at your husband, “Merry Christmas, Bruce.” 

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

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