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Forbidden Fruit

Arthur Curry x Reader Request: Yes Summary: Arthur has a crush on Bruce's younger sister Y/n. Warnings: This is real cutesy stuff, with a small amount of profanity, sexual innuendos from Arthur's side, Aquaman being a dork in love, and Bruce being a protective brother. Word Count: 1.5k Disclaimer: I don't own DC or it's characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

“Bullshit, you did!” Y/n gasped, slapping Arthur’s chest. Arthur cackled with laughter, throwing his head back. “I did; my brother is a dick; okay, I had no choice” Arthur shrugged, sipping his Guinness Y/n shook her head in disbelief. “You actually challenged him to a “Ring of Fire.” trial and won?” Y/n raised a brow. Arthur nodded with a toothy grin. “Sure did, baby, and he whined like a baby” He choked on his drink when Bruce walked in with his hands on his hips. “Y/n, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Shit, I thought something happened to you” He hugged his sister tightly Y/n made a grumble. “You were worried about me; how adorable. Arthur, isn’t he adorable?” Y/n giggled, leaning on Arthur’s shoulder. Bruce looked between them with a clenched jaw. “Totally, even though you are more adorable than he is. Don’t worry, Bat, I’ve kept her safe, breathing and unharmed,” Arthur spoke proudly. Bruce narrowed his eyes. 

“Yeah, well, fishboy fun’s over. Y/n, come on, we have that meeting, remember? You are sponsoring the company, and you need to be there,” Arthur grumbled. “It’s actually Fishman” “ he stated as he drank his Guinness. Y/n moaned in annoyance, hitting her head on the bar bench. Arthur choked on his drink and spat out the liquid Y/n laughed. “Unbelievable”, Bruce muttered, grabbing Y/n around the waist and carrying her out. “No, Bruce, I was having fun! Arthur, help me” She stretched her arms. Arthur gulped the last of his drink, put some money on the bench and ran out behind the Wayne siblings. “Come on, Bruce, you spoilt our little session”, Arthur groaned. Bruce told Y/n to get in the car and marched over to Arthur. “I told you my sister is off limits to everyone in the League, especially you, Curry. Don’t make me break your face. I make good on my promises.” Arthur’s humorous demeanour changed, and his eyes hardened as he looked down at Bruce. His height overtakes Bruce slightly. “Try all you want, buddy, but if your sister likes me more than a friend. Then you can’t do anything about it” He grinned, walking away before waving to Y/n in the car, climbing into his truck, starting the engine and driving off.

Bruce climbed into his car and sighed, the fast vehicle taking off. “I told you not to be alone with Arthur. I don’t trust him around you” Y/n frowned at her brother. “Oh yeah, and he’s some playboy like you: different girls, different days, endless dates at fancy dinners. Lavish parties with the most expensive caviar and champagne,” Y/n said. Bruce sighed, parking the car outside the Wayne Tower. “I just don’t want you and Arthur alone, okay? I have my reasons; please respect them. Now come on, let’s get this meeting done.” 

Arthur kept looking at his phone, waiting for Y/n to message or call him. When his phone chimed, he picked it up in haste, and a grin formed on his lips. “Is that her?” His father, Tom, asked with a chuckle. Arthur sighed, falling on the couch. “Pops, I got it bad. She’s like forbidden fruit, right there in front of me. But I can look and not have, you know. I don’t know,” Arthur ran his hand through his hair, and Tom nodded, laughing. “My son is in love with a woman, and I have long awaited for this day to come round. If only your mother were here, she would be loving every moment instead, and she is missing out because she is helping you with Atlantis.” Tom folded his jacket. Arthur leant on his hand. 

“What should I do? “ Bruce has clarified that he doesn’t want me around his sister. But I can’t do it, and it hurts to be away from her, you know. I hate being with her and saying goodbye until I see her again. I want to be able to see her for more than a day. More than a week. Just have her with me,” Tom chuckled, nudging his son. “And when have you ever backed down from a challenge, Arthur? Go prove to Bruce Wayne that you are not like every man walking onto their doorstep. I have seen the way she looks at you, too. It is the same love at first sight I shared with your mother. That love never goes away; it’s rare. And I have never seen you so happy and letting your guard down unless you are around her.” Tom pointed out. Arthur smiled at his father, hugging him tightly. “Thanks, pops, you the best!” He shouted, running out the door. Tom shook his head. “That boy of mine in love. How dangerous,” He said to himself with a chuckle.

Arthur stood on the front steps of Wayne Manor, letting out nervous breaths as he rang the bell. Alfred answered the door as Arthur smiled. “Hi, Mr Pennyworth; I wondered if Bruce was here?” He asked Alfred; the butler nodded, moving aside. “Of course, Mr Curry, I shall tell him you’re here. Shall I inform Miss Wayne also?” He asked, closing the large door. Arthur shook his head. “No, no, just Bruce will be fine” Alfred nodded with a bow, leading Arthur into the main sitting room. Arthur sat on the comfy yet expensive couch, waiting for Bruce when the eldest Wayne sibling walked in. Arthur stood up and shook Bruce’s hand “Hi Arthur, how can I help you?” Bruce sat across from him as Arthur rubbed his legs. 

“Well, Bruce, I want to talk to you about Y/n. Please just hear me out. I’ve liked your sister for quite some time, and lately, my feelings for her have changed. I’ve realised I love her, and I want you to understand I am not like the other guys who come and go—the ones who only want fun and have no emotional connection. Y/n and I feel something is happening between us, and I think I told her my feelings, and she would reciprocate them. I know you feel the need to protect her from any man that wanders into her life. I get it. Truly, I do. But that is what I want to do for her. Bruce, I promise I will always love, protect, and make her happy. My father has raised me to be a gentleman and respect and honour a woman. Just like he has done and continues to do with my mother.” 

Arthur explained. Bruce kept an emotionless face as Y/n walked into the room. She smiled at the two, and Arthur and Bruce looked at Y/n, hugging her arms, her eyes focused on Arthur. “What’s happening here?” She questioned as Bruce stood up and sighed heavily, looking between his sister and Arthur. “Fine, but if you hurt her one time. One time. I’ll kick your ass,” Bruce threatened. Arthur smiled, nodding as he stood. “I’d like to see you try, but I see where you’re coming from” He shook hands with Bruce before turning his attention to Y/n. She smirked as Arthur grabbed her hand. “Come on, I want to show you something”, he winked. Bruce caught the wink and pointed a finger as the couple ran away. “Don’t you dare have sex on your first date! That is at least a tenth date or more thing!” He exclaimed. Arthur laughed, turning around. “Relax, I know the rules; if we do decide to do anything, I’ll make sure we have plenty of protection!” He grinned his joke, making Bruce widen his eyes “ARTHUR RUN!” 

Y/n gasped, pushing her boyfriend out of the door as Bruce chased after them. “You are already making me regret this!” He shouted, watching Arthur’s truck drive away. Bruce folded his arms across his chest. Alfred appeared beside him. “You know, Master Wayne, Mr Curry might be just what your sister needs. He does brighten up the manor when he is around. It’s a nice change of lifestyle. And, of course, you don’t see it, Master Wayne, but there is no finer man for Miss Wayne than Arthur Curry,” Alfred spoke. Bruce looked over his shoulder, a smile appearing on his face. “Yeah, I guess he is. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. I might’ve lied a little back when I said I hated him” Bruce looked to the butler, who nodded in response “I know Master Wayne. I know” 

Arthur drove the truck to his favourite private spot on the beach near his home. He carried Y/n on his back as he ran down to the water Y/n screamed as she fell into the warm water. The bottom of her summer dress was wet. “You doofus!” She splashed Arthur with some water; he grinned, picking her up in his arms. “Yeah, but I’m your doofus now. You’ve got to put up with a lot of me, day in and day out. Twenty-four-seven. Three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.” Arthur smirked Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling. “I think I can manage that” Arthur kissed her lips passionately, his body falling back onto the sand as Y/n straddled his waist. 

“I love you, princess”, Arthur breathed, pushing a loose strand of hair out of Y/n’s face behind her ear. “I love you too, Aquaman”

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Motherhood

Summary: Emily and Tara finally become mothers

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Tara Lewis

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: adopting a newborn, brief mention of a hospital and the birth mother 

Author's Note: This was written for @imagining-in-the-margins Family Writing Challenge

Word Count: 1.2k

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Due to the nature of their jobs Tara and Emily were used to sudden phone calls that interrupted their day. However, since they'd been in contact with an adoption agency, every unexpected call brought not only an adrenaline rush but also so much excitement and hope. 

They knew that their lives could completely change any day now but when the agency finally called, Tara and her wife felt anything but prepared. Of course they had made sure that their house was ready for their child - from colorful walls in the nursery to bottles and diapers - but there was only so much one could do to prepare for becoming a parent. 

The phone call came when both women were working on a case with the rest of the BAU somewhere across the country. Tara's heart instantly began racing when she saw the number of the adoption agency lighting up on the screen of her phone. She stepped out of the meeting room for a moment to answer and knew just a few seconds later that she was about to become a mother. 

Emily was busy discussing a profile with some police officers but knew that something was up when her wife approached her. After excusing herself, she stepped aside to talk to Tara. 

"Emily… we're having a baby," Tara whispered with a slight tremble in her voice. 

Almost absent-minded Emily asked, "She's in labor?"

She was the birth mother of their child, a woman both Emily and Tara would be forever grateful for. 

"Yes," Tara confirmed. "The agency just informed me."

Emily couldn't hide her excitement, exclaiming, "We need to get back to DC!" 

Just a few phone calls later a last-minute flight back to their hometown was booked. Emily had told the whole team to meet them at the local police station to share the news. The excitement the women radiated gave away that what they were about to share had nothing to do with the case. 

"JJ, looks like it's time for you to take over as Unit Chief," Emily announced with a bright smile painted over her face. "We're having a baby."

Of course the team had already been informed beforehand about the upcoming changes but everyone was still surprised when they realized that as of today a lot of things would be different for the BAU. Happiness for the becoming mothers outweighed any worries about that though. Rossi was the first one to hug Emily and Tara, kissing their cheeks before he let JJ take over to throw her arms around them. 

After everyone had a chance to wish them all the best for this new chapter of their lives, Emily and Tara hurried to the airport to catch their flight. It was still hard to believe for them that they would soon meet their daughter. It was a long flight and they were aware that it was very likely that their baby would already be sleeping peacefully once they’d arrive at the hospital. 

Excitement and nervousness sank in when the plane approached the destination. Tara reached for Emily’s hand, intertwining their fingers. Smiling at each other, neither of them could hide their current emotional state. 

“Are you nervous?” Tara softly asked. 

Emily squeezed Tara’s hand while whispering, “More than I thought was possible.” 

The woman from the adoption agency was already waiting for them when they arrived at the hospital. Emily’s heart was pounding louder than ever, drowning out all of the surrounding sounds. She almost didn’t understand what the woman was saying but luckily her wife was there to remain level-headed. There was no hesitation from Tara to say yes when she was asked if they were ready to meet their daughter. 

“Hey little one, your moms are here to finally meet you,” the nurse at the delivery station chirped as she took the baby out of her bed. 

When the nurse gently placed the newborn into Emily’s arms, there was no way for either of the two women to hold back their tears. They took their time to get to know her, tenderly brushing their fingertips over the soft hairs on her head. 

“She’s absolutely perfect,” Tara cooed once it was her turn to hold their daughter for the first time. 

“She really is,” Emily agreed before placing a careful kiss on the baby’s forehead. 

“Evelyn Penelope Prentiss-Lewis,” Tara whispered. “Our daughter.”

Their daughter was named after Tara’s late mother and one of the greatest women they both knew (who certainly would spoil her youngest godchild soon). 

What followed in those first few days as new mothers were a lot of sleepless nights and hours of just staring at Evelyn in awe. Tara and Emily didn’t expect how magical bringing a child into their lives would feel. Watching each other take care of their daughter brought them even closer and they savored every second of cuddling up together with their child. 

The crib was rarely used, impossible seemed the thought of not having her close at all times. It was clear long before Evelyn was born that they would want to stay at home with her for as long as possible. Emily decided to take a whole year off work while Tara went on parental leave for six weeks. 

When the team came to visit to meet the newest addition to the BAU family, everyone wanted a chance to hold little Evelyn. Matt was the most practiced with children but even he was very careful as he picked up the baby to hold her. 

“It goes by so fast,” he said. “It’s easy to forget how little they are at first.” 

"I always thought you were insane for having twenty kids,” Emily laughed, “But now that we have her… I want like ten more of them."

"Just for the record, I have five children," Matt chuckled. "But I know what you mean."

“Don’t give him any ideas,” Luke playfully warned. “We can’t have another team member go on parental leave.” 

Matt shook his head, “Trust me, five kids are enough.”

The next few weeks went by faster than they would have liked. It was almost impossible for Tara to leave her girls to go back to her day job but she knew it was inevitable. She didn’t even make it to Quantico before calling her wife from the car to check in with them. Emily reassured her that everything was going alright and sent a picture of their sleeping daughter to calm Tara down. 

Luckily there was no new case on her first day back so Tara was able to go home to her wife and daughter after eight long hours apart. She found her girls cuddled up on the couch, Emily sleeping peacefully while their daughter inspected her mother’s face. 

Tara lay down beside her daughter, placing a gentle kiss on her head before whispering, "Hi sweet girl. I missed you so much." 

Evelyn answered by cheerfully cooing, waking up her mom. Emily stretched her arms over her head, a wide grin spread over her face once she laid her eyes on Tara. 

She leaned over to kiss her wife, mumbling against her lips, "We missed you, too."

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So It Can Last

Drabble written for @monthly-challenge’s prompt — field and @eclipsingbingo prompt — Kissing Their Wounds. You can read it under the cut and on Ao3 here.

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Steve Rogers

Tags: Canon Divergence, Developing Relationship, Caretaking

Summary: Sam’s there for his partners after the incident in Camp Lehigh.

Wordcount: 100

Sam let them take a shower each to calm down after having a literal building collapsing on top of them. Right before making a four-hour drive back to Washington DC, because his partners were just like that.

He had to be glad they showed up at his door before making anything else stupid, and he made himself busy by preparing breakfast.

Then he cleaned Natasha’s wounds, pressed a kiss on the one of her eyebrow. Steve’s former face cut was just a dark shade then, but Sam kissed it anyway.

Natasha hugged him tight. Steve returned the kiss.

“What’s next?”

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Challenge Accepted Part 4

Driving back to Anvil, Billy replays the whole conversation in his head. He fucked up. He was a Special Ops Marine. He's hunted and killed drug lords and terrorist. He's been trained to undergo torture and interrogations. One relationship conversation with you and he freezes and panics. He has the whole its-not-you-its-me speech memorized. He's used it on dozens of women who wanted more than a casual hook-up. He couldn't say it to you. He doesn't want to lose you. He wants you as a part of his life. Why cant you be satisfied with how things are? He hadn't seen anyone else since he found out you moved to New York. Why can't that be enough?

*****

Billy hasn't called you or messaged you since the weekend. What makes things worse is that your furniture came in and it'll forever remind you of Billy because he helped select it. You tell yourself you're not going to stay at home pining away for Billy Russo.

"Hey, my little rosebud! How's the big city treating you?"

You laugh at the familiar voice on the phone, "Sam! I've missed you. I should have called you sooner."

"Yeah, you should've. You're a terrible friend. Out living your big city life." sounding outraged. "But seriuosly, how are you doing?"

Sighs, "I'm ok. It's good. It's not too different from DC. I'm doing alright. I'm adjusting."

"I excpected more enthusiasm. Look, I've got a conference up there & I thought I'd stay a couple extra days over the weekend. Want to hang out?"

"Of course, when is it?"

"Next week."

"Absolutely! Let me know when you arrive. We can squeeze in drinks or coffee."

"No doubt. I'll call you next week."

Sam Wilson. Your friend from DC. He's a true "what if" guy. What if things worked out & circumstances were different? Instead of friends to lovers, you two were lovers to friends. You both met through mutual friends and hit it off immediately. You've never met a more remarkable human being. He is smart, thoughtful, compassionate, handsome and with the best sense of humor. He counseled PTSD veterans when his life veered off on an incredible opportunity with The Avengers. There wasn't a chance to fall in love. You weren't seeing each other long at the time, but it didn't diminish the fact that he is an exceptional man.

*****

It's been a few months since you've seen Sam. He called when he got into the city last night saying that him and a friend of his were getting drinks and for you to join them. You agreed to meet at Whiskey Trader, a bar in Midtown. You're running a bit late since you came straight from the office. You text Sam & duck into the bar. You need to take a minute for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but you hear a recognizable voice boom out, "There's my little Cherry Blossom!" You cringe with Sam's stupid flower names for you, but it also brings a smile to your face. You see him weaving through the crowd to envelope you in the warmest hug. Something you greatly needed at the moment.

"Sam," you return his hug & kiss his cheek. "You look good."

"You're sexy as usual." You roll you eyes at him & he laughs, "C'mon lets get your drink first. We got a couple tables in the back."

He leads you to the bar and places your order. "So, who's here tonight?"

"Curtis Hoyle runs a VA counseling group here in the city. We used to consult on cases. He's attending the conference, but tonight he's got a couple friends. One brought his wife." Sam shrugs and carries your drink for you and you follow him back.

The first person your eyes land on, is Billy, who's seated at the table. Shit. "Y/N, this is Curtis who I was telling you about."

You pull your gaze away from Bill, "Hi, so nice to meet you. Thanks for letting me join you guys tonight."

"Yea, no problem. More the merrier." He shakes your hand and smiles.

"That's Bill, Frank & his wife Maria." You give a small smile, nod & wave "hi." Sam pulls a seat out for you next to Maria & you sit. Unfortunately, it's directly across from Bill. Sam casually drapes his arm around the back of your chair and you see that muscle tic in Bill's jaw.

Overall the evenings been fun. You remember Billy mentioning Frank and Curtis so it was nice to match faces to the stories. Maria is so welcoming and friendly. They started teasing Bill calling him Billy the Beaut. So, then it moved on to all the women in his life. "Like I've said 'It'd be wrong not to share this.'" You smile while the rest laugh. Inside it feels like Bill took a cheap shot at you. You can't look at him. You tap Sam's leg moving to stand up. "You ok, my little begonia?"

Cringing, "Ew," but it makes you laugh. You whisper, "Going to the restroom. I'll be right back."

You splash some cold water on your face. Your cheeks feel like they are on fire. You aren't sure if it's from the alcohol or Billy. Maybe it wasn't a dig at you. It seems like a running joke between him and his friends. It's obvious they don't know about you. You pull your hair in a ponytail and add a lil lipstick. You leave the restroom and Billy is waiting for you in the hallway. "Bill."

"How do you know this guy?" He braces his hand against the wall, trapping you in the hallway with him.

"I don't owe you an explanation, but Sam's been my friend for years. Again, not that it's any of your business. Move your arm." He doesn't move, so you duck under his arm, muttering, "besides it'd be a crime not to share these," while cupping your breasts. Bill grabs you and pins you to the wall making you cry out. Realizing he may have hurt you, he quickly lets you go. Shocked, all you can do is stare, but then quickly make an escape.

You go to the bar to stall returning to the table. Why does Bill care and why did you have to say that? That was petty and beneath you. You go back to the table with another drink for you and Sam. You take your seat & it looks like Bill is going to leave. You feel Sam wrap your ponytail around his fist and angles your head back. He just smiles and winks at you, releasing your hair. You look for Bill but his back is to you and he's walking away.

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TGM Fic Possible Chapter 2

summary: An reunion with between Bradley and a childhood peer makes waves during the prep for the Uranium Mission.

requested? No, just a possible start to a story.

word count: 1578

warnings: No

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Chapter 2

Ellie smiled as her memories of growing up with Maverick filled her mind.  A buzz of her cell phone caught her attention from the crowd as the Hard Deck filled up for the night.  A text message awaited her from her dad.  “Warlock shared the results.  Good job, Mini-Me.  Mom and I are proud.” Her ears filled with music as the piano began to ring out filling the air.  A familiar head of hair sat at the piano bench; Ellie’s heart jumped into her chest.  “Oh, God, No.  Please let him be here for something else.  Please.” She thought as she moved to face the piano player with tears at the edges of her eyes.

                His voice and a familiar tune filled the room.  His focus on the keys and his song made her smile with memories of how important that song was to her Uncle Maverick and his dad Goose.  His callsign and cheers filled the air around them when their eyes met.  She gave a small smile as he moved through the crowd to greet her.  “Ellie?” he said quietly.  Her nod was enough to encourage him to pull her close into a hug as a laugh caused his chest to vibrate against hers.  Her nose was filled with his familiar cologne and the scents of the skies.  He looked her over as he stepped back.  “God, Ellie, you look good.  Different but good.  How are you doing?  Last I heard you were in DC with Slider.”  She chuckled slightly as he led her to a nearby pool table with other navy members surrounding it.

                She stepped to the other side of a small table as she began to answer him.  “I was in DC until about a month ago.  Mom asked and Uncle Slider helped me transfer near home.  Been here at North Island for a month now.  Working directly with Admiral Bates. “

                “Explains the promotion, Lt. Commander.  Congratulations, Ellie.  You deserve it.  But not in the skies?”

                “Rotator cup surgery about a year ago.  Completed the paper assessments and re-quals were today.  Cleared to return as soon as Warlock decides.”

                “Tommy?  Sasha and Chris?  How are they doing?”

                “Tommy’s a CAG now on a carrier.  In the Med somewhere.  Loves every minute of it.  Sasha and Chris are good.  The kids are growing so quick these days.  3rd and 4th graders now.  Sasha’s running the New York to Atlanta trek lately.  Got a lot of challenges and respect built up for herself.”

                “What about your mom and dad?  I know you said Aunt Sarah asked you to come closer to home but any news?  Your dad is brief in his emails.”

                “Mom’s good.  Dad works at home a lot these days.  Keeps her busy as well as keeping up with us.  Dad’s health hasn’t been great, Brad.  Last thing they told me it was in remission, but I am concerned.  He barely talks on the phone anymore.  It is always by text or email.  I know it took a lot out of him, but I am scared there is more they are hiding from me.”

                He pulled her into another quick hug, “Ellie, I am sorry.  I need to go out there if I have time.  I need to see them and catch up in person.  Still in the big house?”

                “Of course, Mom will never let that place go.  She loves it.”  Ellie said with a smile returning to her face.

                A male voice interrupted before Brad could speak again.  “Bradshaw, who’s the lovely lady?” one of the officers in uniform said as he approached them.

                “Hangman, bug off.” Brad said moving to stand toe to toe with the new man.

                “Rooster, be honest.  You know she is out of your league.” Hangman responded.

                Ellie reached out to Brad touching his arm before he responded as she moved to stand.  Her eyes met with a female officer who flashed a look of recognition on her face as Ellie moved to stand at her full height in front of Brad.  Another officer, Fritz, recognized Ellie as well.  “So, you must think you are Lieutenant Serein?” she asked with chill entering her voice looking him over.

                “Of course.  Only the best of the best for you, Darling.” He said with a smirk.

                Ellie took off her baseball cap, shaking out her blonde hair, and moved to stand toe to toe with Hangman.  “If I wanted to be with the best of the best, Lieutenant.  I would go to visit my father the Admiral, or to the Med to visit my brother, the CAG on his carrier, or just hang out alone as I am one of the Best of the Best.  Top Gun Class of 2012.  Don’t think that just because I am in civilian attire that I can’t handle a cocky lieutenant.  Thanks to my father, brothers, and my Uncles of the Top Gun class of 1986, I will always be better in the skies than you.”  She took a deep breath and turned to face Brad.  “Brad, I will see you later.  Phoenix, nice to see you again.  Fritz, don’t think I forgot about that drink you owe me for saving your skin with the CAG that last flight.” Ellie tapped Fritz on the shoulder as she walked past him.

                She was almost to the door when she hear Phoenix’s voice echo out.  “God, you are so stupid, Bagman.  How successful of a career do you think you will have by pissing off Iceman’s baby girl?  First day back at North Island and you start it by pissing off Ice Queen.  While Ice Queen will handle you in the air, her father as an Admiral has a lot more reach, Bagman.”  Everyone, other than Brad and Fritz, looked at Phoenix in surprise making Ellie smile again as she exited the door and headed off to her car for the night. 

                The next morning, she met Admiral Bates in her office.  She was shocked as she entered and spoke to him right away, “Admiral Bates, sir.  Did I miss a meeting?  Did you need something?”

                “Calm down, Lt. Commander.  I was checking that you were in uniform.  Do you have your flight suit with you?”

                “Yes, sir.  Here in my duffle.”

                “Good.  You might need it later.  Be down at the training hangar by 9.  See you then, Lt. Commander.” He said moving out the door.

                Her uniform and hair was pristine as she greeted Admiral Simpson as he entered the hangar where she was standing.  “Lieutenant Commander, I heard about your re-quals.  Good to have you back in the skies.” He told her.  “Bet your father was proud.”

                “Thank you, sir.  It feels good to be back in the air.  Yes, sir.  He texted to congratulate me last night.” She said quickly.  She then watched as Cyclone motioned for Warlock to start the meeting.  She stood at Cyclone’s side as Warlock addressed the group.  She recognized Hangman, Fritz, and Phoenix along with Brad.  She felt her heart drop as she saw the recent Top Gun graduates from each squadron including Fritz from her old squadron.  She immediately knew the mission they faced.  She paled as she saw Maverick walk from the back of the hangar to face the group.  Her family was right in the middle of this mission and her heart sank.

                Ellie analyzed the information and helped Maverick break down the flights with the group as the 2nd day progressed.  She could see each mistake as the teams made them.  She could tell that the pilots seemed too cocky to understand or listen to what Maverick was telling them.  She shook her head as each team failed.  It was at the end of training day 2 as tensions flared.  Hangman and Brad began to bristle against each other, and Hangman brought up Goose.  Ellie’s face paled.  As the group settled keeping Rooster and Hangman apart, her heart felt full of ice against Hangman.  After Maverick dismissed them, Rooster left quickly but Ellie went nose to nose with Jake.

                “You really enjoy being an ass, don’t you, Serein?” she snapped out.

                “What does it matter to you, Elsa?” he said smirking.

                “Do you realize that you not only purposely hurt Rooster but Maverick too?  One of the hardest things Bradley had to watch was his mom raise him alone because she never could replace Goose.  Plus, my Dad and his class had to step in to be father figures in Brad’s life.  Maverick has never lost the guilt over Goose’s death.  He told me so many times how as the pilot you are so responsible for the lives of your WSO or your wingmen.  He warned me how hard it was to have to face the consequences of mistakes in the air even if they are not your fault.  You always feel responsible for those on your team.  Your cocky attitude will get someone on your team killed, Serein, which is why no one can trust you in the air.”  Ellie took a breath as she felt both Phoenix and Fritz at her back.  She stared down Jake with the cold look inherited from her father and the ice in her voice.  “If you ever bring up my Uncle Goose like that again, it will be more than Rooster that they will have to keep off your back.  I’ll personally kick your ass, Serein.  And that is a promise. “she said as she stormed out of the room to find Bradley.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader

[shadow-pixelle]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: Make a new post and post the latest line in your WIP & tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

I got tagged by @shootingstarpilot for this, which is very neat. Never actually done one of these before properly, so I'mma share two different last sections; some from my current in-progress Big Fic, and then some from the last thing I actually wrote.

(Under a cut because two snippets is gonna be long.)

So first off, the last thing I actually wrote;

'“Jesus.” Tim muttered. “I sort of wish I hadn’t asked, now.”

Phantom flushed, going slightly green. “Sorry.”

“Hey, better to know than not, isn’t it? If there’s a chance of running into stuff like this?”

“I- well, yes, but it’s not your job to deal with them.”

“Yeah, well, the magic users in the League aren’t always gonna be around, and even if it’s your job to come grab them, they might still need delaying or whatever.” Tim shrugged. “So I’d rather know.”

“That’s fair.” Phantom admitted, shifting to lean back in his seat. “So. Anything else you want to know?”'

I'm not 100% sure what's going to happen to this, admittedly, but this is the end result of my attentive deficit muse getting into two new-old fandoms recently so there we go. It's DC/Danny Phantom.

Anyway, second off, the last little bit of my current main project, which has been going on-and-off for a while;

'

“Huh.” Fox says, after a few attempts that die before he manages to get a word out. “Ok. Right. Ghost let me go so I can go hug my vod, please.”

Ghost does not let Fox go, and instead after a moment the entire mass of darkness lifts up into the air and floats over the group to place Fox down next to Ponds. Then it vanishes, and Fox promptly grabs on to him while the rest of the batch crowd around.'

This one's a crossover too, the end result of me just deciding that Weird Eldritch Things Are Neat, Actually and starting writing without thinking. It's now 15 chapters and like, 60k words, not quite done, but also hit a roadblock recently in the form of the aforementioned 'falling into new-old fandoms again' thing. It's Star Wars/Hollow Knight.

checks my people list uuuuuh right I don't have many people to tag really... @kalicofox is my main writing buddy, so here you go, and then I guess anyone else who sees this and feels like doing it can go ahead as well? No pressure, of course, there's a lot going on.

#writing #fic writing #the development of fic #tag games #fandom tags are; #star wars #hollow knight #dc #danny phantom #snippets #i honestly really like both of these fics #the SW/HK one has been a ton of fun to work on and it *is* actually going fairly well in terms of 'being written' #i've just been busy recently #but it's all planned out and everything so all i need to do is not be too tired to type #meanwhile the DC/DP stuff is a bit weirder #mostly because i don't know DC canon well at all #and barely know anything about DP (aside from slowly watching the show) #but it's still a pretty fun thing to be poking at and i think i will expand it more when i have time #at the minute it's basically just concept + half an ending but i'll get there

[danny-chase]

Dick and Donna’s friendship, my beloved. No matter how long they spend time apart, they pick things up right where they left off. It’s not just about Donna worrying about Dick, it’s about both of them supporting each other. It’s about Donna stepping in when Dick’s being self destructive, but also Dick being there for Donna at her darkest hours - when she doesn’t know who she is or overwhelmed by grief. Their relationship is a balance, they take turns being supportive, they take space when they need it and they make space when they don’t. They’re honest with each other, they call each other out when they’re wrong. They’re messy and sweet with one another. It’s about strong relationships with room for platonic hugs and forehead kisses and gently brushing hair out of someone’s face. There are missteps but they come back. It’s about allowing yourself to be vulnerable in front of someone, sharing your weaknesses without the fear of being perceived as weak. It’s a type of love that’s just as intense and deep as romance, without some of the risks but coming with a risk of it’s own, that’s devastating to lose and broken only by death. It’s about Dick still drowning in grief six weeks after she died. 

It’s about 

“Donna’s voice quavered as I remembered when we first teamed up. I could have easily fallen in love with her then. Now, years later, I knew I did love her, more than I ever could if I were only her lover.” - NTT #38

“Donna we’ve gone through so much together, and in not all that many years. Yet, I feel as if I’ve known and loved you all my life.” - NTT #50

“I’m the lucky one. I’ve known so much love and now all my loved ones are here to share my happiest day. Dick... I love you.” - NTT #50

And this

[Image ID: Dick kissing Donna on the forehead, holding her head still with his hand. Dick: “Yeah, I’ll be fine. But thanks for asking. Now I’ve gotta get a move on, if I’m going to be on time for roll call at the station.” Donna: “Be good, Dick.”]

The Titans #28

And comforting each other and nicknames like “Honey”

[Image ID: Donna hanging off Dick’s shoulder saying “Try not to beat yourself up too hard, honey. We did a lot today.” She smiles and he grimaces with half his face covered in shadows. End ID]

Titans #12

And protecting each other

[Image ID: Donna standing in front of Dick with bullets bouncing off her bracelets, Dick is crouched below her smiling. Dick: “You don’t mind handling this one, right?” Donna: “Not at all. I’ve been looking for something to hit.” End ID]

The Titans #21

And caring about each other’s lives

[Image ID: Dick drives a motorcycle onto the street and Donna sits behind him on the bike. Donna: “How’s your love life?” Dick: “Donna...” Donna: “Had any heart-to-hearts with your mentor lately?” Dick: “Donna.” Donna: “And what about sleep? Are you getting enough sleep?” Dick: “Donna!” End ID]

The Batman Chronicles #7

It’s about honesty and having hard conversations, not knowing the right words but having the right intentions, being young and inexperienced but giving the best advice you can

[Image ID: A series of panels with half of Donna’s face on either sides and in the center is a series of Dick punching and kicking a punching bag, breaking it on the final panel. Donna: “Dick, there’s absolutely no one I’m closer to in the Titans than you. I can’t let this go. I care too much. You’re driving yourself insane. You’re trying to do it al, but you can’t. I hate to let you in on this, pal -- but you’re only human. You’ve got to stop. Working with us. Working alone. With the Batman. Going to school... you’ve set yourself an impossible challenge.” End ID]

The New Teen Titans #29

It’s about growing up together

[Image ID: Dick and Donna hugging, he’s wearing his Robin leotard and she’s in costume. Donna: “I’m going to miss him, Dick. Robin’s been a large part of my life for almost as long as he was yours.” End ID]

The New Teen Titans #39

Sticking together through every event that reshapes the Titans and DC’s world, that no matter how many times their family is torn apart and reformed, they have each other

[Image ID: Donna looks sadly at Dick and him grinning back at her. Donna: “It’s going to be weird, though. Not having your best friends around you.” Dick: “You’ll have me, ya goof.” End ID]

Titans Special (2018) #1

And a hundred ways of saying “I love you.” 

[Image ID: Dick and Donna talking, in the second panel he hands her a doll and on the last panel they embrace against a golden sky. Donna: “Dick... thank you for bringing me here.” Dick: “One last thing. I have something else for you. Uncle Max insisted on fixing the doll your mother had given you.” Donna: “Oh, Dick... I... I think I’m going to cry...” End ID]

The New Teen Titans #38

#Dick Grayson #Donna Troy #sorry i had emotions tm #i just love them so much

[winter-soldier-101]

The one I want

This is my submission for Roo’s dark crossover challenge. This is my first darkish fic it’s a little bit dark. @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Marvel/Dc universe imagine

18+ minors do not proceed

My prompt is- “where do you think you’re going”

(Dick Grayson x reader/SoftDark!Bucky Barnes x reader)

5522 words

(Y/N) cries out from the locked down in the basement“please Bucky I didn’t mean it I’m sorry just please I need to be with our babies”

(Y/N) Grayson is the wife to Richard Grayson or Dick as friends and family call him. The two moved from Gotham to New York to work with the Avengers a few years ago there two worlds came to be one, the titans and the avengers all together in one world now and all the dangers of both worlds are now both their problems.

(Y/N) looks around the almost finished house “I can’t believe we finally got out of Gotham” (Y/N) thinks to herself.

(Y/N) puts up the last photo of the team she and Dick had to leave behind and she hated that Bruce made them leave.

Two year ago

(Y/N) laid in a hospital bed waiting for Dick to pick her up after getting hurt on their last mission.

“I told you she was the wrong choice for you Dick” Bruce tells him with hatred in his voice.

“She’s my wife Bruce I’m not going to leave her because she missed up on something so little on the last mission” Dick yells pushing Bruce out of his face.

Bruce looks at Dick and pulls him aside”Her or the team, if you choose her I want you both gone from Gotham,if you choose the team I’ll help you with the divorce and I’ll pay her whatever she wants” Bruce says.

“I’ll tell the team bye when (Y/N) is discharged so we both can say bye to everyone” Dick says, pulling away from Bruce and making his way to the Titans meeting room to tell everyone what’s going on.

“Why did you call a meeting is (Y/N) okay?” Jason asks.

“(Y/N) is okay I’m just waiting for her to be discharged but we’re leaving Gotham after she’s out” Dick tells the team.

“What do you mean we’re both leaving?”Jason asks.

“Bruce told me to choose between you guys or (Y/N) and I chose my wife so Bruce wants us gone and he never wants us to come back to Gotham again and I’m sorry this has happened I don’t want you to be angry at (Y/N) or me for this and I’ll give you all our new number and everything to be in contact with us we will be living in New York” Dick says looking up at everyone to see their reaction.

“Why would Bruce make you choose between us and (Y/N)?” Gar asks.

“He wanted me to divorce (Y/N) because she missed up on our last mission, I guess he thought I would just leave her and stay with the team but I love her to much and I can’t let her go and I can’t break her heart like that,I hope you won’t be to angry with our decision with leaving the team and leaving Gotham,(Y/N) and I will be working with the Avengers and helping them with training it’s crazy to think that our worlds are now one and we have to deal with each other now” Dick tells the team.

“Dick we would never be angry at you or (Y/N) we love you both were a family and of course we’ll visit you both and I hate that Bruce would make you choose”Dove says looking at everyone as they all made their way to Dick and gave him a big hug.

“Thanks you guys I really appreciate this all but if you guys need anything call or come by I’m going to get (Y/N) and you guys can say goodbye to her”Dick says walking out of Titans tower.

Meeting Tony Stark

“Hello Mr Stark I’m (Y/N) Grayson and this is my husband Dick”(Y/N) says, shaking Tony’s hand.

“You're from that titans group right?” Tony asks Dick.

“Yes sir I worked with the titans, why?” Dick asks Tony.

“I would love to have your help with training the team with some new stuff.” Tony says looking at Dick and (Y/N).

“Can you give us a minute to talk?”(Y/N) says pulling Dick away from Tony.

“I know leaving Gotham was hard for us both but I think you should do it. It's a fresh start for us both and we would see each other all the time.”(Y/N) says pulling Dick into a hug.

“Okay Mr Stark I’ll do it. I just want to make sure my wife is with me as well and I just want her to have a good job as well” Dick says, shaking Tony’s hand.

“Good to have you both then and please for the love of god call me Tony and tomorrow morning you both will meet the rest of the team”Tony says shaking both (Y/N)’s and Dick’s hands.

Meeting the rest of the Avengers

“Okay everyone this is our new member Dick Grayson and his wife (Y/N)” Tony says to everyone.

“Why are they here Tony?” Steve asks.

“Dick and (Y/N) worked with Batman and the Titans so they're going to help with some new training techniques,” Tony says.

(Y/N) looks around the room smiling at everyone but a certain set of ocean blue eyes stops her.

Bucky can’t believe his eyes. It's the girl he dreams about every night he can’t believe she’s right in front of him Bucky knew he had to have her and he didn’t care who stood in his way he would take them all out to have her and that means her husband.

Bucky’s pov

“I’m telling you Steve it’s her. I've been dreaming about her for months and now she’s here”Bucky says.

“Bucky she’s married and I’m pretty sure she would kick both or asses”Steve says parting Bucky’s shoulder.

“That's probably true Steve.”Bucky says chuckling.

“But I need her and she needs me; she just doesn’t know it yet.”Bucky says to himself.

“Buck just please don’t do anything stupid.”

Regular POV

“Hey you two done Tony told me to get you two down into the training room”(Y/N) says to Steve and Bucky.

“Okay let’s go.”Steve says, pushing Bucky a little.

As they make their way into the training room Tony was talking to Dick.

“You think you can take on Bucky?” Tony asks Dick.

“Yeah I’ll do my best and maybe I’ll teach him something new” Dick says looking at Bucky.

“I want to work with (Y/N), I’ve seen what she can do so I want to teach and learn some moves from her” Natasha says pulling (Y/N) to the changing room.

Nat gives (Y/N) a pair of tights and a sports bra.

“How long have you and Dick been married?” Nat asks.

“We’ve been together three years and married two years so five years all together” (Y/N) says.

“I think someone has a little crush on you”

“What are you talking about?”

“Bucky he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you’ve been here.”

“Nat, we barely know each other. I don't think he has a crush on me.”

“Little did (Y/N) know Bucky has been following (Y/N) for months now and watching her and Dick together he’s watched them have sex and talk about starting a family and everything he was not happy hearing that they wanted to start a family Bucky needs to get rid of Dick, Bucky needs to be there and he wants to have a family with (Y/N) he knows he deserves (Y/N) and he needs her and she needs him she just doesn’t know it yet.”

(Y/N) and Nat walk out and Bucky can’t help but fall even more in love with her.

Dick and Bucky move around each other and start to spar and Dick takes Bucky down and Bucky takes Dick down and this goes on and on till they hear someone hit the mat hard everyone looks over to see (Y/N) helping Natasha up off the mat.

“She’s good Tony, we should have her on the team too”Natasha tells Tony.

“No I’ve told Tony before,No me and Dick are going to start a family soon so I can’t be on the team.”(Y/N) says looking at Dick.

Bucky looks at Dick then leaves the training room and walks into his room and hits the wall and lets out a scream of anger.

“No no no she can't, she needs me and I need her.”Bucky says to himself.

The kiss goodbye

(Y/N) holds Dick close and kisses him “I’m pregnant.”

“What really!” Dick says, holding her close to his chest.

“I just found out so please come back home safe.” (Y/N) says kissing Dick one last time before he leaves on his mission.

“Bucky and Dick will take the far end of the building and Tony will see if we need to stay back while he scans the building and then will make our way in and will meet inside.” Steve says to everyone.

“How’s (Y/N) doing haven’t seen here in awhile?” Bucky asks Dick.

“She’s good, we just found out she’s pregnant.” Dick says smiling at Bucky.

“Oh wow congratulations man.”Bucky says angrily.

Bucky gets behind Dick and snaps his neck, Bucky looks around and finds one of the men and shoots him and places him beside Dick’s body to make it look like he was killed by the enemy.

“Guys I need help Dicks down I don’t think he’s alive”Bucky yells into coms.

Bucky carries Dicks body to the jet and everyone looks at him “I tried to stop the guy but I—I… was too late” Bucky says falling to his knees and letting the tears fall down his face.

“What the hell happened out there Bucky?” Steve yells.

“He was in front of me and he was seeing if it was clear to make our way into the building and then I heard a snapping sound and when I looked I saw him on the floor and I just shot the guy.”Bucky tells everyone.

The bad news

(Y/N) walked around the house cleaning up the mess the titans have made while making welcome home and congratulations on your first mission signs but she stops when a knock on the door gets her attention,(Y/N) opens the door to see Bucky and Steve standing there.

“What are you both doing here?”(Y/N) asks

“(Y/N) I’m sorry to have to say this to you but something went wrong on the mission and he’s gone I’m sorry.” Bucky says looking at (Y/N).

“No….no he can’t be gone he can’t we just found out we’re having a baby.”(Y/N) tells Bucky and Steve.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry I know you don’t want to hear any of this but his body is at the compound and Tony says if you need help with anything just ask.” Steve says hugging (Y/N).

“(Y/N) what’s going on?”Dawn asks, walking out of the kitchen.

“He’s gone.”(Y/N) says looking down like she was going to fall.

Dawn looks at Bucky and Steve “What happened,where is Dick?”She asks.

“He’s dead”(Y/N) says, letting the tears fall down her face.

“What happened on that mission?”Conner asks, eyes shining bright red at Bucky and Steve.

“Conner, it's okay let them talk.”Dawn says.

“He went to make sure we were safe to go in and I was watching the back and then I heard a cracking noise and I saw him dead and I saw the man who did it and shot him and brought Dicks body back to the jet, I’m so sorry (Y/N) that I wasn’t there to save him.” Bucky says looking at (Y/N) letting some tears fall

Saying goodbye

“We’re here to say goodbye to a young man taken to soon we say goodbye to a friend,brother,husband,and father.” Father Williams says.

“I just want to say thank you to everyone for coming to say goodbye to Dick.I want to thank Bruce for taking him in and I can’t thank you enough for how lucky I am to have meet him and fall in love with him and be apart of his family,I’m glad to have been apart of your family and now I have a new family as well and I’m lucky to have you all with me and my child.”(Y/N) says letting the tears fall down.

They lower Dicks casket down and (Y/N) just falls to the floor and cries out for him.

“What are you going to do now?”Gar asks (Y/N).

“I’m going back to New York that's where we made a home and I just can’t stay here right now I just had to bring him home so he could be with his mother and father I’ll come and visit sometimes and I would love to have you all over at the house soon”(Y/N) says looking at the titans.

“Of course (Y/N) we understand why you need to go back home and we will be there for you no matter what we’re family.” Cory says as they all pull (Y/N) into a big hug.

“Can I talk to (Y/N) for a little bit?”Bruce asks.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for making him choose (Y/N).”

“I know and I forgive you Bruce.”(Y/N) says hugging Bruce tight.

The lover and the babies

“Dawn I don’t know but I’ve had this weird feeling that someone has been watching me and I feel like someone has been in the house but it might just be me but I might tell Bucky to see if he could look into it if it’s anything.”(Y/N) tells Dawn over the phone.

“Why would you tell him?”

“He’s been helping me out lately and he’s been protective of me and this little bean” (Y/N) says, smiling at her belly.

“(Y/N) I really don’t think you should be with Bucky at all. I feel like he’s in love with you and I think you should come home” Dawn says hoping (Y/N) will say yes.

“Dawn Bucky is not in love with me, he's just a friend and he’s just being really nice because he feels guilty about what happened with Dick.”

Little did (Y/N) know Bucky was listening to the whole conversation with Dawn and he felt so angry that she was going to get in the way of his happy ending.

“Listen Dawn, I'm not going back to Gotham. It's far too dangerous there and you and the team are always welcome.I love you all but I can’t go back there just yet but I have to go. I have an appointment so I’ll call you after to tell you about it.” (Y/N) says.

“Okay just be safe and be careful”Dawn says handing up the phone.

(Y/N) opens the door to find Bucky standing there about to knock on the door.

“Hey Bucky, are you ready to go?”(Y/N) asks looking up at Bucky.

“Sure doll let’s get going”

Doctors office

“Okay (Y/N) let’s take a look at this little baby.” Doctor Lee says helping (Y/N) with her shirt.

“How is everything going so far?” Doctor Lee asks (Y/N).

“I’ve been having really bad morning sickness and some little headaches but Bucky’s been there helping me out no matter what he’s my little helper.” (Y/N) says chuckling at the end.

“It's good to have help. You are lucky to have a helpful father.”Doctor Lee says looking at (Y/N) and Bucky.

“Let’s have a look and see oh wow”Doctor Lee says looking at the screen.

“What is something wrong with the baby?”(Y/N) says, holding Bucky’s hand tightly.

“No it just looks like you're having two little boys” Doctor Lee says looking at (Y/N) and Bucky.

“What two boys oh my”(Y/N) says looking at Bucky.

“You too make a very beautiful couple” Doctor Lee says looking at both (Y/N) and Bucky.

“Oh we’re not a couple but thank you.” (Y/N) says.

“Oh I’m so sorry I just thought you too just look so in love” Doctor Lee says looking away from (Y/N).

Doctor Lee leaves (Y/N) and Bucky to talk while she gets the sonogram pictures.

“I’m going to need your help with these two”(Y/N) says, rubbing her belly.

“I’m here for you doll and I’ll always be there for you and these two little guys.”Bucky says, putting his hand over (Y/N)’s belly.

“Thank you Bucky, I really appreciate you and all that you're doing.”(Y/N) says, hugging him tight.

“Okay you're all done here and these are yours”Doctor Lee says giving (Y/N) the pictures.

“Thank you Doctor Lee”(Y/N) says taking the pictures and leaving the room with Bucky.

Home

“Bucky can you wait a little bit?”(Y/N) asks as she walks into the kitchen looking for some scissors.

“Yeah sure doll”

“Here I wanted to give you this and here can you give the rest of the team these to I want you all to have a picture of these two little guys”

“Thank you I really appreciate this (Y/N) and the team will be happy about this”Bucky says hugging (Y/N).

As (Y/N) pulls away from the hug she can’t help feel this strong pull to Bucky.

(Y/N) looks up at Bucky and kisses his lips softly and Bucky kisses her back holding her close making sure this is really happening to him.

(Y/N) slowly pulls away and looks at Bucky “I’m sorry I should’ve done that”

Bucky pulls (Y/N) into another kiss and holds her close.

“I can’t help but have strong feelings for you Bucky and I don’t think I should have these feelings right now but I just can’t help it” (Y/N) says looking up at him.

“I know I could never replace Dick in your heart I just want to have a place in your heart (Y/N) I just want a chance” Bucky says holding (Y/N) close to his chest.

“I’m not ready for a relationship right now Bucky I want us to be friends for now and I’m willing to work on us to have a relationship later on” (Y/N) says kissing Bucky’s cheek.

“I understand and I’m willing to wait till your ready to take that step”

“Thank you Bucky and I still want you in my life and I would love to have you in the boy's life too” (Y/N) says hugging Bucky.

“I would love that doll,”Bucky says, kissing (Y/N)’s cheek.

(Y/N)’s phone rings interrupting their moment.

“Hello oh hey Gar yes I found out what I’m having yes I want you all here for the baby shower okay Gar you can tell me all about it when your here next week for the shower okay thank you Gar yes I know I love you to and I miss you so bye” (Y/N) says smiling down at the phone.

“Sorry he love to just talk all the time”

“It’s okay (Y/N) there your family and I know there very important to you so I understand”

“Thank you Bucky” (Y/N) says hugging Bucky.

The baby shower

“Tony thank you for hosting the shower I really appreciate this”(Y/N) says hugging Tony.

“Of course I’m more than happy to help and I'm just happy everyone you love and care about is here for you so is it true he dresses up like a bat?”Tony asks, smiling down at (Y/N) and hugging her tight.

(Y/N) laughs and nods her head yes.

“You both are a lot alike I think you both will get along if you talked to each other”

“(Y/N) I can’t wait any longer. I need to know if you're having a little girl or boy. Dawn says walking up to (Y/N) and Tony holding the big balloons.

“Okay…..okay everyone gather around”(Y/N) says looking at everyone.

“1….2….3” everyone yells out as (Y/N) pops the balloons and blue confetti flies everywhere.

“Oh my yes I knew it”Dawn says running to (Y/N) to give her a big hug.

“Hold on one there’s one more surprise I’m having twin boys”(Y/N) says looking at everyone and waiting for them to all react.

“Oh my two boys”Dawn says, letting the tears fall and hugging (Y/N) tight.

“I’ve also been thinking of names and I would love to share them with you all”(Y/N) says looking at everyone.

“Thomas John Grayson-Wayne and James Anthony Grayson-Wayne”(Y/N) says, looking up at everyone waiting for their reactions.

Bruce walks up to (Y/N) and hugs her “I’m honored and thankful for you and thank you for naming your son and for me and giving them my last name”

“Of course Bruce you're their grandfather and I want them to know you and everyone”(Y/N) says hugging him back.

“I’m honored as well thank you (Y/N)”Tony says hugging her.

(Y/N) walks away to let everyone talk and sees Bucky and Steve talking.

“You really want to name one of your sons after me?” Bucky asks (Y/N).

“Yes of course I do Bucky you’ve been there for me so much and I could never thank you enough and I hope your okay with one of my sons being named after you”(Y/N) says hugging Bucky and Bucky lays his hand on (Y/N)’s bump.

Everyone looks on at both of them.

“He’s in love with her and I don’t trust him” Dawn says to the others.

“I could make him go away,”Rachell says with eyes glowing red.

“Yeah we can help out too” Conner says petting Krypto.

Krypto runs to (Y/N) and licks her hand and nudges her belly.

“Who’s this little guy?” Tony asks (Y/N).

“This is Krypto, he's Conner's dog and he’s very loyal and very protective of us all”(Y/N) says petting him softly.

Krypto looks at Bucky and barks and growls at him.

“Krypto it’s okay Bucky’s a friend”(Y/N) says petting him softly.

“Sorry about him he can get a little protective of (Y/N)”Conner says, pulling Krypto away.

“No it’s okay I totally get it she’s part of his family and he protects family”Bucky says looking at (Y/N) and Conner.

The Hospital

“(Y/N) it’s good to see you and it looks like the little ones are ready to come out”Dr Lee says checking on (Y/N).

“I need my family here with me. The twins are three days early and I need them here.”(Y/N) says looking at Dr Lee.

Dr Lee gives (Y/N) her phone and she calls both teams and tells them the twins are coming today or tomorrow. Everyone rushes over to the hospital. Bruce had the plane ready to leave if you ever went into labor early.

“Hey doll it’s okay everyone is outside the room and Doctor is talking to everyone but they want to know who’s going to be in the room with you when the twins are being born” Bucky says holding (Y/N)’s hand.

Everyone was now in the room waiting to see who was going to be in the room.

“I want Bucky,Bruce,and Dawn or Rachell in the room when the twins are born” (Y/N) says, looking at everyone.

“I don’t know if can be in here when you have then I can’t see you in any pain even if it’s just a little pain (Y/N) your like my daughter and I don’t like seeing you in any pain”Bruce says holding onto (Y/N)’s hand and kissing her forehead.

“Bruce it’s okay but I would love to have you hold my hand while I have the twins”

“I’ll do my best for you” Bruce says hugging (Y/N) in the bed.

“(Y/N) are you okay?” Bucky asks over the phone.

“Yeah I’m good just at the hospital my water broke and Bruce and the Titans are with me right now but I just wanted to let you know and I know your on a dangerous mission and I just can’t lose you too I need you here with me Bucky”(Y/N) says crying over the phone.

“Doll don’t worry we’ll be there soon and we will all come back home safe”

“I’ll be waiting for you to come home safe” (Y/N) says hanging up the phone.

“Bruce thank you for taking me to the hospital”(Y/N) says holding Bruce’s hand.

“Of course (Y/N) the others will be at the hospital soon too and I brought this with me to”Bruce says, pulling out a picture of (Y/N) and Dick when they first went out and their wedding photo beside it.

“Thank you Bruce”

The Birth

“Mrs Grayson, good to see you and who is this?” Doctor Lee asks.

“This is Bruce Wayne……he’s my father”(Y/N) says holding Bruce’s hand.

“Okay let’s get you in bed and see how far dilated you are”Doctor Lee says finding a room for (Y/N).

Delivery room

“(Y/N) breathe in and out,”Bruce says, holding her hand.

“Mrs Grayson you have some visitors”a nurse says letting everyone in the room.

Conner runs to (Y/N)’s side and holds her hand “I’ve been reading baby books and I’ve learned so much about babies and if you need help I can help”

“Thank you Conner, I really appreciate it that means a lot to me”

Conner looks at (Y/N) and smiles and the door opens to show Bucky and Steve and everyone else, Bucky makes his way to (Y/N) but Conner stops him.

“Conner it’s okay Bucky’s a friend”

“I don’t trust him he doesn’t feel like a friend”

“Conner you can stay till the babies come”

“Conner it’s okay (Y/N) trust him”Gar says.

“Okay,”Conner says, moving to the other side of the bed.

“How are you feeling, doll?”Bucky asks.

“I’m doing a little better now”(Y/N) says while holding Bucky’s hand.

“Oh wow, looks like the whole family is here” Doctor Lee says looking at everyone.

“Yes everyone is here and very excited to meet these boys”

“Who will be in the room with you when you give birth?” Doctor Lee asks.

“Bruce,Bucky and Dawn will be in the room with me” (Y/N) tells Doctor Lee.

5 hours later

“Okay (Y/N) it’s time to push and have these babies”

“Bruce…..I can’t do this, I need Dick…..I need him”(Y/N) cried out.

“I know you miss him and I know how much you need him but he’s gone and I’m here for you and so is everyone else and I need you to be strong and push so we can meet those beautiful baby boys and Dick is always with you here” Bruce says pointing at (Y/N)’s heart.

“(Y/N) I’m going to need you to push,” Doctor Lee says.

“3…2…1…push” Doctor Lee says.

(Y/N) pushes but stops “I can’t do this” she cries.

“(Y/N) look at me, yes you can be one of the strongest women I know and you're my daughter and I love you and I know you can do this” Bruce says kissing (Y/N)’s forehead.

(Y/N) cries out pushes.

“Okay I see baby’s head keep pushing (Y/N)”

(Y/N) pushes and then hears loud cries “he’s out and he looks good”Doctor Lee says giving him to a nurse “okay (Y/N) baby number two is ready to come out to”

(Y/N) pushes again and hears even louder cries.

“They're both doing good and are healthy and will be brought back when they're all cleaned up” Doctor Lee says to (Y/N).

(Y/N) sleeps for a little bit “she’s going to need all the help she can get two babies can be hard for a single mom” Doctor Lee tells everyone.

“She has all the help she needs,”Bucky says.

That was supposed to be the happiest day of (Y/N)’s life but it was just the start of everything going wrong in her new life with Bucky.

Two years later

The hand in his hair is trying to pull his head away from her wet and glistening cunt and as she desperately tries to squeeze her legs together when her orgasm hits her hard, bucky spreads them further apart with his hands, keeping her steady as he continues to eat her out like it's his last meal with one last suck of her clit, Bucky pulls away and let's her squeeze her legs together, chest filling with pride as he watches her go through the stages of pleasure that he had given her.

The nickname makes him growl– he runs two fingers through her folds and rubs her clit, eliciting a pained moan. His other hand wraps around his erect cock, pumping himself a couple of times before guiding himself towards her cunt running the tip of his cock through her folds, Bucky casts his eyes up to meet hers, holding the eye contact as he slowly thrust himself in– he moans at her tightness, her walls stretching around him and gives her a moment to adjust to his size when her brows pinch together.

Bucky digs his fingers in the skin of her hips as he snaps his hips against her with force, leaving both breathless when he picks up the speed, thrusting in and out faster and rougher “Bucky please I…..oh god” (Y/N) yelled out.

“Fuck (Y/N)” Bucky yells out as he cums inside her tight cunt.

As they lay in bed sleeping, Bucky whispers “I’m happy I killed Dick”.

(Y/N) shot up and tears gathered in her eyes “what……what did you do?”

“I had to kill him, I had to, he was going to take you from me and I couldn’t have that happen”Bucky says holding (Y/N).

Bucky held (Y/N) in his arms while he slept (Y/N) cried all night in the arms of the man who killed he’s husband and the father of her children,(Y/N) pulled away from Bucky trying to make her way out to her babies and get out of the house.

“Where do you think you're going?”Bucky says sitting up in bed.

(Y/N) looked at him the ran out the door and made her way to the boys room and got them and opened the door to see Bucky standing there looking at her with anger in his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving with my sons”

“No your not taking my sons away from me”

“There not your sons there mine and Dicks”

Bucky pulls (Y/N) and takes her to the basement and shows her his collection photos of her and the Titans and her and Dick lined the wall “can’t you see I love you and I’m not letting you leave ever your mine and so are the boys if you try anything I swear to you I’ll kill your titan family right in front of you do you understand?” Bucky says holding (Y/N)’s face tightly in his hand.

“Yes I understand Bucky”(Y/N) says crying into his chest.

“Good girl but I think some time in here will set you right” Bucky says pushing (Y/N) and walking back upstairs and locking her down there”

“Bucky please I need to be with our sons please I’m not going to do anything I promise Bucky please I’m pregnant” (Y/N) yelled out.

The door opens and Bucky bends down and holds her face “are you really or are you just saying that so I’ll let you out”

“I took a test and went to see Doctor Lee and she told me I was a month along” (Y/N) says holding Bucky’s hand to her growing belly.

“I promise I’ll be better and I’ll never lock you down here again as long as you Lisa and behave I’ll be good to you” Bucky says kissing (Y/N) softly.

This was her life now with a man who has been watching her for years and the man who killed the love of her life. Will she ever forgive him no he took everything from her and now she was going to get her revenge not now but soon.

#bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #dc imagine #dc titans #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dark!bucky x you #dark!bucky barnes #writing challenge #crossover challenge #darkcrossoverchallenge #roo’s challenge

[robin-nightwing-agent37]

Controversial opinion on a topic I've seen come up? Idk, not aimed at anyone, just wanted to rant.

Characters are not static or unchanging because they don't grow the way you want them to. Characters have traits and lore that make it very hard to do anything that would launch them in a direction that contradicts that. When they talk about character growth and change, they are talking about taking an existing character’s lore and using that to guide them in a new direction. Like thinking, “what can I do to make this more interesting” or “What part of their mythos needs to be expanded on?” 

I’ll use Batman as an example. 

Batman is a character where his brand and image centers on him being a noble, hard faced, emotionally disconnected and obsessive guy. He has his set priorities and values, and he doesn't want to deviate from them. This doesn't make Batman an edgelord or make those who want to be as faithful to that characterization as possible edgelords. I get people want him to be this openly loving guy who gives hugs and actually fixes Gotham, but that directly contradicts everything that made Bruce Batman in the first place.

Gotham is a reflection of Batman, who is a reflection of Gotham. The whole point of Bruce being unable to put down the cowl and letting it take over his life is because he feels it is necessary to be that way in order to change Gotham. That's why Bruce Wayne is the mask. It's what makes all those amazing arguments and interactions he has matter. It's why Dick can't work with him. It's why Hal calls him out. It's why Diana argues with him. Batman is this way because he evolved to be this way and that's what makes his lore unique and fun to explore. 

It's not a character flaw or DC refusing to change. Batman isn't static, he just has lore that you can't just toss out because you want him to get married to Catwoman, have kids and be a shining beacon for love and hope. Batman is a multifaceted character who has shown that he has the capacity for love, happiness and joyfulness but it's hard for him to express those emotions because he doesn't want others and ultimately himself, to get hurt (again). Batman is gritty, his mythos are dark and crazy. It what makes those moments of emotional vulnerability or glimmers of hope that are much more impactful and memorable. Batman grows as character by having his crusade questioned. His ideas challenged. By expanding on his unexplored mythos or exploring some of his relationships with underutilized characters. By giving us a new and fun twist on one of his villains.

My point here is that there is a difference between wanting a character to grow and change because it further’s their existing lore and wanting a character to grow/change because “what if this happened” or because someone doesn't like how that character is supposed to be. People change, yes, but at the core of their being, they are exactly who they want to be. It's up to oneself whether they actually want to change. And for Batman, Batman wants to believe the only thing that needs to change is Gotham and one should always keep that in mind.

For the “what ifs” or getting the version of the character you want, Fanfic is a great place for that. That's why it's there. That's why we have fanon and these amazing communities where we can discuss personal head cannons. 

We don't have to like everything in canon, but that doesn't mean one has the right to negate said canon and just treat existing characters like OC’s and write them OOC. Respect existing character’s DEFINITIVE mythos.

#my2cents #Batman #DC Comics #FanonVsCanon #Character Growth #Superheroes

[cup-half-full-of-anxiety]

Hello lovely, I was wondering if you could please write an imagine for me where Taron' 4 year old daughter has ballet but the catch for this lesson is a daddy and me class. Super cute, super fluffy and maybe the wife (or girlfriend. You can choose) comes along to watch and she gushes over how cute they are and then posts a video to her Instagram or something like that?

I hope this lives up to what you wanted and I hope it is fluffy enough!! Thanks for giving me the challenge!

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32 years ago Taron stood in this very spot, pacing like he was now as he waited for the doors to open allowing him to walk down the aisle, past his friends and family and to stand before them all and pledge his love to the most wonderful woman he could ever ask for. Now he stood pacing as he waited for his eldest child, his daughter to join him so he could escort her down the aisle just like his wife's father had for her.

So much had happened in those 32 years. He and his wife had grown closer and stronger, that bond grew tenfold when he watched her bring their first child into the world 26 years ago and it grew even more with the two that followed her. All the years of hard work that made him not only a Tony winner but a 2 time Oscar winner. His wife had gone on to be a 5 time Oscar winning screenwriter and one of the most sought after directors in Hollywood. Between their thriving careers they somehow found a way to raise 3 of the greatest kids they could ever imagine having, two daughters and a son. The youngest, their son just graduated college for international relations, he was moving to DC and was going to be one of the best politicians the country could ask for. Their middle daughter, the fireball had followed in her fathers foot footsteps, already with a dozen or so movies under her belt at 24, her first Oscar nomination coming just two years prior and finally the eldest, his author, the first one to make him a father, the one that changed his world forever.

He was so lost in the memories of his amazing life he hadn’t heard his daughter walk up behind him.

“Ready Papa?” Taron turned around, his eyes filling with tears again at the sight of his beautiful daughter in her white dress, the necklace he had given her mother on their one year anniversary hanging around her neck. She looked so much like his wife that all the memories of their wedding day came flooding back.

“Hi baby” he smiled, pulling her into a gentle but strong hug that only a father could give. They thought that doing a first look with the photographer earlier would help with his emotions when he walked her down the aisle but that clearly didn’t help as he pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his tears.

“You know you can always change your mind and come back home with mom and me, your room will always be there” He whispered through the tears, his daughter laughed into his chest. Taron absolutely adored his daughter's fiancé, he was the most perfect partner he could ever ask for his first born, his wife told him constantly how much he reminded her of Taron, but this was his baby girl.

“I know dad but-” She paused and looked up at Taron “I really like him” she smiled, now it was his turn to laugh “Well I guess I should get you down the aisle then” he kissed her forehead before reluctantly letting go. They stood side by side as the doors opened and he walked his daughter to start a new chapter of her life.

The ceremony went by in a flash of tears and laughter and love, before he knew it there were toasts and speeches being made and he was sitting next to his beaming wife, her hand tight in his as they watched their now married daughter spin around the dance floor with her new husband. Soon he would make his way to the dance floor to share a father/daughter dance and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about the first daddy/daughter dance they had

-22 years earlier-

Taron sat in his office reading over a script his agent just sent him. He was so lost in the script that he didn’t hear the soft knock on his door or tiny feet that made their way into the room but he did look up when his daughter spoke.

“Papa?” she asked nervously. He finished reading the line he was on and then gave his full attention to her.

“Hi my darling? How was dance class?” he asked as he pulled her into his lap before giving her cheek a kiss, she was still in her tutu and leotard from class.

“Fun!” She exclaimed with her missing teeth smile “My teacher told me to give this to you” she added as she handed him a folded bright orange paper. He opened it up and saw it was an invite to the Daddy/Daughter recital. They would have a group dance with the fathers and then a few of the kids had been chosen for solos and his daughter was one of them.

“A daddy/daughter dance?!” he asked excitedly “You’re gonna let papa bust all his embarrassing moves?” Taron stood up quickly, his daughter clutched to him as he started dancing around his office with her. She let out a high pitched laugh when he dipped her and then blew a raspberry on her cheek when he brought her back up.

“What is going on here?” Taron turned around at the sound of his wife, she stood leaning on the door frame, watching them with their 1 year old in her arms.

“Papa and I are gonna dance mama!” their daughter yelled.

“Dance!?” She exclaimed back “You know your papa has two left feet?” Their daughter looked at them confused and then looked down at her dad's feet. He and his wife laughed.

A month went by and the night was finally here. Taron had moved things around in his schedule to make sure he was there for every dance rehearsal, he didn’t want to miss a second of this. The group dance went as expected, the auditorium was still holding their sides from laughing so much. Right now Taron was seated in a chair in the back, his daughter in his lap as one of the parent volunteers finished doing her makeup.

For their dance his daughter had chosen the song ‘You’ll be in my Heart’ from Tarzan, it was her mama’s favorite Disney movie, even though she cried every time but her papa always sang the song to her mom when they watched the movie together and it made her mom smile. His daughter was in a yellow dress like Jane wears and he was dressed in a smart suit like Tarzan wore toward the end of the movie. They were doing a waltz, well as much of a waltz as a 4 year old could do.

They made their way on stage, the audience clapping. Right away Taron caught his wife’s eye, she was beaming from ear to ear, her phone in hand as she recorded. He and his daughter stood facing each other, Taron bent over to be able to put his hand on her waist. As the music started they went to step but she misstepped and stepped on Taron’s foot, and that started her breakdown. As much as he and his wife tried to instill in their daughter that nothing is perfect and mistakes happen, she was definitely a perfectionist and the one misstep led to another and not even a minute into their dance she stopped and started crying. As the audience aw’d at the situation, Taron knelt down to his daughter level.

“Honey it’s okay we can start again” he told her, wiping the tears off her cheek, she shook her head.

“I can’t remember them” she pouted, large tears streaming down her cheeks “I’m sorry papa”

“Oh baby girl, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. Papa forgets things all the time, it happens. How about you stand on my feet and we’ll just dance like we do at home” he told her, she nodded and whipped her face with her sleeve.

Taron looked to the side of the stage and gave a circle motion with his hand, letting them know to start the song over. As they did, he looked out into the audience, his wife wiped the tears from her eyes as she watched her husband be the amazing father he is.

His daughter stepped up onto his feet, her arms tight around him, he held her close. The music started and he moved in time with the steps they were meant to do, as they danced around the stage, the two becoming lost in the music. Taron let his eyes fall closed as they moved.

When he opened his eyes back up they again found his wife, still beaming with tears in her eyes at her husband but now she had aged 30 years, his daughter arms were still tight around him, her white heels had been kicked off halfway through the dance as she stepped up onto her dads feet and he finished their father/daughter dance gliding her around the dance floor like he had all those years ago. The video of the recital that his wife captured played on a screen behind them in time with the song coming through the DJ speaker.

As the song came to an end he kissed the top of her head like he had done so many times, she gave an extra tight hug before she stepped down. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room as everyone watched the beautiful exchange.

The night came to a close, most of the guests were gone, leaving only close family and friends. Taron had his wife wrapped in his arms as they slowly danced to the final songs of the night, their son over his wife's shoulder dancing with his boyfriend, their middle daughter swayed with her best friends sleeping daughter on her chest and his eldest sat watching the room with her new husband, her legs up over his as he held her close.

In this moment life couldn’t get any better, as long as he had his family, he would never want for anything.

#taron egerton #Daddy!Taron #taron x reader #taron egerton fanfiction

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Change is due

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Pairing: Dean W. x Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Fighting, Swearing, fluff, angst, Dean being a douchebag, guilt.

Summary: What about talking instead of fighting.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n- This is for band-pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge. This makes me sad, but whatever.

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The drive to the bunker was quiet. The rev of the engine. The downright scariness of the way that all I could hear was the passing of other vehicles on the road. That sound too eventually stopped as the driver back to the bunker was much longer than originally anticipated.

Dean had a temper like nobody's business. The temper of a wild dog, or maybe it was a wild bear. Regardless Dean's temper was downright scary most times. But then again most times that temper of his was never directed towards me.

Yes between miniature fights, and getting annoyed with each other fights did occur, but nothing too bad. You see, three years into hunting and now living with the famous Winchesters. I had fallen deeply for Dean Winchester.

Falling for someone is an already dangerous game, but falling in love with a Winchester. The most hunted after, hunters of them all that was a dangerous game to start playing.

I played the game regardless. Can you imagine falling for someone so much that your worlds just connect so well? Like amazing jigsaw puzzle pieces. Or maybe falling in love was like finally figuring out the correct word in a crossword puzzle.

Like Forrest says "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're going to get." I would have never been able to tell you that when I was a little girl playing in my room running around in the pure white dress that I would one day grow up kill the monster that haunts this earth, and fall for the most righteous man, the fallen soldier, the best hunter I had ever met.

Could you imagine a six-year-old, coming up to their parent and saying that one day they'd fight monsters, and fall in love with the greatest monster hunter of them all. In your dreams.

Life with the Winchesters was most of the time pandemonium. Life with them was like living in the thunder dome. Like driving on the icy roads and hoping that you don't fall off the cliff. But life was calm sometimes, being able to have a half-assed normal life was good for all of us.

Sam was the best brother a person could ask for. The best friend a person could ask for. I think the moment I met the Winchesters, Dean and I were like magnets dragging each other together. Slated to be together for the rest of our lives, soul mates if you will.

This last hunt was nothing like we had ever dealt with before. So many children had been killed. I had put myself in the way, getting hurt instead of letting more children get hurt. A natural mother... or maybe just a natural instinct of a woman.

Dean, of course, was anger like normal, but usually, his anger would blow over and we'd either make-up or like the band, AC/DC says "You shook me all night long".

this night was different though. Something was off, something felt wrong. Yes, the drive was long and very fucking quiet but something in the air felt wrong. I'd like to think that I'm a tough cookie, a queen disguised as a princess.

I always think that Dean forgets that the reason he and I get along so well is that we are almost alike, in almost every way. We act the same way, love the same things, react the same way. Two peas in a pod if you will.

Dean tends to forget that when he gets angry, but comes to his sense rather quickly after, he either gets blown off, or the subject gets changed, something that he does often to Sam or me. In the situation where he knows he has no control, or where he is uncomfortable, feeling like he's being pushed into the corner.

I used to let Dean act like a douchebag. I let Dean get mad, yell, throw things, get in my face. But recently. Dean's anger has been out of this world, too much to bare, too much to handle. he almost turns into the hulk. It's like he forgets his normal manners and just wants to hulk smash literally everything around him.

How do you make someone realize what they are doing? How do you show someone how they are acting is affecting you?

Finally after what felt like days, but was really just hours of driving we pulled into the garage, the sound of the engine bouncing off of the cinderblock walls. During said drive Dean and I made eye contact once, his green ember eyes staring deep at me through the rear-view mirror. My own eyes making sure to stare at him with just the same amount of deep soul searching Dean was.

Sam steered in his sleep, the coldness of the garage and the car smell waking him from his sleep. Not a single word was said. Sam was the first one out of the car, opening the impalas back, grabbing his bags, and making a rather quick exit of the garage.

Neither of us moving from our spots. We sat in silence. A silence that's a funny word if you think about it. It the most screamed word when you're being told to be quiet. But it weighs heavy between two people.

Fighting was and has never been my style with Dean. Dean wants to yell and be an idiot then I'll let him be, but I won't go without saying my peace. I'll get up and leave if I want to. There's nothing holding me to the man, an argument is just a battle of words.

Finally, Dean moves, moves to look in the back seat. His eye passes over my figure like always. Passing by over my crisscrossed shins up to my jean-covered thighs, over my hips, up my t-shirt and flannel covered belly, up to my tall shoulders, and to my face.

The little light that was streaming into the impala's backseat. "Why?" Was all Dean said, staring at me. I chewed my lip thinking of anything to say. "Stop chewing on your lip. It's finally started to heal." Dean said.

Still, my body stuck in my crisscrossed position. I heard the creak of the impala, as I saw Dean shift from the front seat to the back seat. "I'm pretty sure that I just told you to stop doing that." He said bringing his thumb up to my lips, gently pulling down releasing my bottom lip from my teeth.

"What were you thinking?" Dean asked picking once again at the issue at hand. "I was thinking about the children," I said looking at the man next to me. It was quiet for a moment, then a heavy sigh filled the air.

"The children?" Dean said questioning me. A cocked-eyed eyebrow raised in confusion to my answer. Sometimes it's like my answer is either not good enough, or isn't the right one. "Yes, the children," I stated calmly.

"I'm getting confused here Y/n," Dean said shifting causing the smallest of creak from the old impala. "I stepped in front of the children," I said.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that but why?" He asked. This firstly is going calm, and Dean's asking questions just before assuming shit, but why does this seem odd, kinda like all of the sudden protecting the young kids isn't enough to get a few scrapes and bruises.

"Did the great Dean Winchester just ask me that?" I said now turning the tables and questioning him. "Yeah, I did." He said so cut and dry-like. "You really wanna know why?" I asked

We were still sitting in the back of his precious car. I had rested my head on the headrest, closing my eyes. Dean was just staring, it had become a bad habit of his after we got together.

"Because Dean those kids didn't deserve whatever that monster did to them. Hell, I just pulled ten kids out, you and sam pulled at ten each. Can you even imagine that, because I can. Being so scared that I can't even protect myself." I said.

Taking a deep breath in and sighing loudly.

"What are you talking about Y/n?" Dean asked, looking at me now with more intent. Wanting yearning to get to the bottom jar of worms we had so carefully opened.

"You know what ignore me, it doesn't make any difference," I said uncrossing my legs and turning to unlock the back door. I was stopped before my fingertips even grabbed onto the cold metal on the handle.

"Do you remember that promise you made me? All those years ago." Dean said, pulling me into his warm touch. His scent of bourbon and wood fell down around us. "No, I don't Dean," I said honestly confused about what I had promised.

"You promise me that whatever was on your mind you would come to me and talk about it. I know six years is a long time, but that day you promised that you've never broken that promise." Dean said while he drew small circles into my lower back.

"Tonight though right now, you're breaking that promise. You don't have to give me every single detail but just don't go walking in front of a monster because you don't know what else to do. You know that you can talk to your boyfriend right?" He said questioning me towards the end.

I only shook my head in response Dean took that as his sign to continue talking. "I just, I'm fearing that you're starting to drift away, and honestly Y/n. Honest;y Y/n I don't think I would know what to do without you." Dean said.

This is different, new, and odd. This Dean is someone who only comes out when the world is ending or the tears are about to be shed for the umpteen amount of time. This Dean, this is the Dean I fell in love with. "So make me this promise now, stay with me," Dean asked.

"Stay with you?" I asked, "Of course stay with you, I guess I just have to learn to be able to ask for help, right Dean." I said hugging him from the awkward position we had fallen into when he pulled me away from the back door.

"No more running, no more fighting alone. We do everything together now." Dean said, cupping my slightly tears stained cheek." Bumping our foreheads together in a sign of good faith you could say. I hummed and returned the favor.

Moments like this the calm, and the quiet. These were those times where I felt at home. I've realized with this job, hunting home isn't a place with four walls and a roof over your head it's about the people in your life. Make a home with the people who care about you. Make a home with the people you would fight anything to hurt, Make home able to be anywhere.

And when you can do that finally you can make home turn into love, and love into strength. Having all three makes you happier I'd like to think in the long run of things. So just "stay with me" that's all I'm asking of you, the rest we can do together.

Completed on: 05/06/2021

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[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Lamordia Arc part 4

GM: ...(and doing some impromptu social service work, the kind that involved busting skulls)...

GM: And because they didn't deal with enough slimeballs, they also fought a globster. Edward: "Goofy Goo-ber."

“Oh, good. Someone else got you the Woodsman body grease for Life Day.”

OOC: Jonni is a very cunning linguist.

"We don't want too many of us getting stoned." "I don't wish any of my friends to be taken for.... granite." "Yes, I realized what I said right after I said it."

The captain comes in. He is a water genasi, a rough looking old sea salt whose face is 90 percent barnacles and another 90 percent mutton chops.

"We've arrived. You'll need to take the dingy the rest of the way." “Is that a nautical term or are we riding on a dude’s junk? Cause if the latter I decline.”

“Is your god powerless to save my stomach, magic man?”

And then Jonni horks over the side onto a sealoin. [sic, probably deliberate]

"I have to agree, this entire affair has been unpleasant... But Im too relieved to be upset too harshly." “That’s just cause you have clothes this time.”

“Wizardtopia. We lost Eddie due to his bottomless stupidity, almost had reality collapse, and I need to go back and kill everyone in charge.”

GM: Well the first thing you need to do is climb this sheer cliff, because there doesn't seem to be any easy way up. Jonni: Jonni has fire feet.

GMOOC: Yeah the DC is only 10 on this one, much like PE in real life this challenge only exists to humiliate the nerds in the party.

Jonni: “So, we cool with Plan Jonni first?” Gorbash: "Has plan Jonni ever worked?" Jonni: “Dunno. You never let me try.”

“Well, we’d like to get some of your spring water, so we can trade it for a new body.”

"We are familiar with Quest Chains, honored champion."

Gorbash turns to Jonni: "Huh, score one for plan Jonni." Jonni: “I fucking told you guys.” Gorbash: "So you did. This is why we are a pro-I-told-you-so organization."

"I AM LITERALLY TOO ANGRY TO DIE." Gorbash: It doesn't work like that when you're already dead! "THAT IS A MATTER OF OPINION." Jonni: “The dead don’t have opinions! That’s why I make them die!”

"I will rip your head off and make adorable finger puppets from your entrails dragonborn."

"Darn, if that had finished him off I could have said Oloch is blasting off again."

"Tell Ioun to cram it with chestnuts." Jonni: "Kinky."

Gorbash: "Well you may not grovel but there are other ways to get you on your knees." Jonni: “Are we done with ‘phrasing?”

Gorbash: "... I swear Jonni can get laid anywhere. Oh and we do want her back after your fun."

“Oh sweet merciful tusks of Jeebus, what fresh HFIL is this?”

"No, lets not get her addicted to Jonni..."

Jonni: “I don’t do ropes after what happened with the elf queen.”

OOC: Also, yeah, no way Jonni was standing outside the hugzone against a spellcaster. OOC2: Everyone wants to hug Marshal, all the time

Gorbash: "Look we're a lot more afraid of her girlfriend than fighting you lady. Just give Jonni back."

OOC: Still, you forked a Darklord in their own lair.

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[herstarburststories]

You Have A Home

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a call from Y/N, Sam comes back town to help -- and brings Dean with him.

Requests: N°1 heyhey, could you do a Sam x reader where they went to college togehter and later meet again and they realise their feelings for eachother...xx + N°2: can you do a college sam headcanon with medicine student reader

A/N: This was fun! The monster here is mentioned in season 6, when the boys ask Bobby for advice on how to kill it. This is my first Samgirl long imagine, with Dean being the flirty he is. I wrote this almost one year ago, so it's more crude and I'm nervous to be posting it! And my piece for @cajunquandary 's 600 challenge, my prompt was monster of the week. Dividers by @talesmaniac89!

Dean's eyes remained on the road when the bitter statement left his body, tangled with a wry chuckle, “I can't believe you are still in touch with those people.”

“Those people?” Sam arched elbows, slightly skeptical by his brother's tone, “They were my friends, Dean.”

“Sammy, all our friends? Dead. They all die. Or worse.” He glanced at him for a moment, pursing his lips together. It might not be an easy assignment, but was part of the job. Sammy had tried to run away plenty times and always came back, when would he understand? “We don't get to have friends. You should've learned that.”

“They are not our friends, they are my friends. Also, they don't know about the hunting life, they aren't in harm.” Sammy hissed once the other locked his green eyes on the road again. Dean sighed, moving one hand away and up from the steering wheel in a rendition gesture.

“Whatever you say, man. I'm just warning you, this doesn't usually end up good for them.”

Sam scoffed, Dean could get on his nerves sometimes, “We saved many people that got to have a good life.”

“Yeah, but those people didn't know us before that. I told you when you left Stanford--”

“I didn't keep contact, okay!? I just... I just still have a phone that they have the number of. No social media, no calls on birthdays.” Nervously gesticulating, he added, “I know how to keep them safe, Dean.”

“So, old friend?” The eldest Winchester asked after the few minutes of silence that followed Sam's outburst, “Female old friend?”

“Yes. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Dean smirked, and Sam to rolled his eyes at his behavior, “Keep it in your pants.”

He'd let out a malicious laughter before turning on the radio, the first guitar sounds of AC/DC playing in the background.

“I think you'll be the one not keeping it, Sammy.”

“Hello?” The woman in nothing but a towel who had opened the door greeted them with a question, her brown eyes glaring at the two men with clear confusion.

Dean had no shame to check her out, innerly celebrating that she was still wet from her shower. Perhaps visiting Sam's friends wasn't that big mistake. “Hey, you.”

She grimaced at Dean for two seconds before turning her attention to Sam again, sudden recognition written on her face.

“Sam? Sam Winchester?” He nodded, smiling that light-hearted boyish grin at her. Not caring about her dressings, she just threw herself at Sammy, hugging him tightly. “I missed you!” She pulled away only to hit his shoulder. Her short stature didn't match Sam's, but he'd still make a grimace at her attempt of slap. “Why didn't you call? God, your hair grew a lot. Listen, I have some scissors.”

“Tried that, didn't work.” Dean interrupted their reencounter, trying to get in the conversation. An usual lopsided grin on his face, “Dean Winchester, Sam's brother.”

“Layla, Sam's friend.” She gave him a friendly smile in return, opening space for them to pass through the door before closing it, “Come in, I need to change in clothes.”

“I wouldn't even dream of that. Seriously.”

Layla would just wiggle one of her brows at Dean's comments, not impressed by it, “Ele é sempre assim? (Is he always like this?)”

Thankfully, Sam still remembered a bit of his friend's native language. He just chuckled, managing to apologize for Dean's typical Dean behavior, “Unfortunately. Sinto muito. (I'm sorry)”

“(Y/N) is in the kitchen. I'll be right back.” Her accent was thicking stronger duo the comfortability around Sam. Excusing herself, the caramel skinned girl leaded upstairs.

“What did she say?” Dean asked, side glancing at the path Layla had just gone on, not even sure of which language she'd just spoken, much less what was said. Sammy didn't bother replying, satisfied to grin at his obvxion brother. “Dude, come on!”

“Sam!” A well-known voice filled the room as the image of (Y/N) appeared in front of them, dressing your loyal cook's avental. You didn't think twice before jumping on Sam. “I missed you, giant!”

He, like always, caught you with a light-hearted laughter, “I missed you too, cupcake.” You two spent a few moments like this, enjoying each other's warm and long lost touch, until Dean cleared his throat. You finally went back to the ground, embarrassed by having a stranger to see that level of intimacy between you and Sam, “This is Dean, my--”

“Handsome brother. Hello, cupcake.” Dean was so going to tease Sam for the rest of his life for it.

“You really live up for Sam's description.” You giggled, heading towards the kitchen “Come in, I'm baking.”

“So, you and Layla still live together?”

“Most of the time, yes. You know how she is, comes and goes. Never wanted to stay in a place for too long and got a job that supported that.” The boys followed you, Dean examining the kitchen and trying to discover what you were cooking through the smell, while Sam couldn't take his eyes on you, “Apparently, just like you.”

Even though your back was facing them as you checked the food, the bite didn't pass unnoticed, “I had to leave, (Y/N)”

“I understand that, Sam. But you never called or texted. It was like I--” You quickly corrected yourself, “We never existed for you.”

“It's not like that.” Sam sighed, how could he justify? He knew you wouldn't buy a simple excuse. You were smart, and knew him too well to swallow a 'I went on a trip with my brother and just decided that college wasn't my deal' and leave it for that.

“I'm here!” Layla declared, arriving into the room with an excited smile, it was good to have the gang back together. Although, the tangible tension almost made her go back to the shower, “Am I interrupting something?”

“A sitcom DR.” Dean answered with sarcasm, spreading his figure on the chair when you turned around with an apple pie in your hands “What about we talk about the ca-- Is this pie?”

“We heard a scream followed by a loud roar and (Y/N) stayed near the camping part because there was still a signal and I went looking for who it was. When I got there, the thing ran away. Jorge's body... No human did that. His chest was cracked open irregularly, as if it was done by an animal and his heart looked weird. Like it was squeezed and drawn on up somehow?”

“We got a Samia.” Dean stated, relaxing on his spot. Some sault, rosemary and fire would do the job just fine, “Let me guess, it left a clawn near the body or inside it?”

Layla nodded, “Right in the chest or what lasted of it.”

“Are you okay? Finding the body in that state.” A comprehensive manner englobed Sam's question, whom noticed the normality with his friend described finding a shattered body.

“Just some guts.” She shrugged, a grimace was all the reaction they'd get. Crying wouldn't help, neither being terrorized as they expected her too. “I've seen Grey's Anatomy enough not to care about it.”

“Well, I'm literally a medicine student and I am still not okay with that. Especially after you made me go and check the body.” You argued, glaring at your best friend who'd only roll her eyes in response.

“I needed a professional to say if he was dead or not!”

“You need a therapist.”

Dean got up, looking straight at Layla. Time to play the hero in shining armor, “Don't worry with that, we will take care of it.”

Frowning, you were the one to respond, “Do you work for the police now or?”

“Are implying that we investigate it by ourselves?” Your best friend added.

Dean couldn't believe his brother. How the fuck did he let them get inside without saying they didn't know about the hunting business? It was a luck shot that they didn't think much when he said Samia.

“Nope. Not you two. We will do it.” The blonde one said, pointing at them with a smirk.

“I agree, we will do it.” Layla replied, matching his taunt smile.

“Sam, I'm not letting you and your brother do it by yourself. Jorge was my professor, I knew him. Besides, we found the body.” You got on your feet and crossed your arms, waiting for a response. Sam always had a sort of hero complex, ready to help no matter what, but there was no way you'd be letting him go into danger with his brother. Getting in your dormitory to kill a cockroach back then or facing an idiot during a bar fight to protect one of your friends was something, but this? They were talking about looking for an assassin. What if something happened to him? You were the one who called. All on you. The thought of Sam getting hurt for any reason was unbearable, but because of you? You weren't willing to do that.

“You would be in danger, (Y/N). You both.” He tried to explain, internally hoping you'd accept his reasoning and let it go. Sam didn't want you to become one of the friends who knew about this life, you deserve more. He already lost one woman he loved in this city, he couldn't lose another.

You huffed in frustration, “Just like you will!” 

“It's different.” As he was terrified of, you insisted. Arms crossed still and eyes locked with his, determined to get something from him. Sam was smart enough to know that you would keep it going. Perhaps he could give you a short explanation, “Me and my brother, we are used to this. We hunt things like that.”

Layla tilted her head to the side. The way Sam talked remembered her of animal hunting, although she highly doubted that was the case, “Little more explanation?'”

“Monsters are real. Vampires, werewolves, spirits. The list goes on. Call us crazy. Roll the credits.” Sarcasm saltered every word of Dean's as he gestured up and down with a cocky smile. Everyone glared at him, a special furious look from his brother, “What? I thought they knew what we did and that's why she called.”

“Sam?” Your voice was fragile when you said his name, a demonstration that you would believe him through the fear of the truth, but that he had to say it.

Sam laid his hazel eyes on you. God, how he wished he didn't have to confirm anything, to break your vision of world so abruptly, “Dean is right. Supernatural things are real. I know it sounds--”

“Unbelievable? Problematic? Scary?”

“Yeah, all of them.” Sam offered you a humorless smile, then holding your hand the way he used to when you were nervous about an exam, “But I wouldn't lie to you, cupcake.”

The silence was broken by Layla opening a bottle of Whiskey, pouring them for the three people in the room besides herself. You rolled your eyes at your best friend, while Sam wore a tiny smile and Dean was astonished.

Noticing the eyes glued, the latina just shrugged “What? If you are gonna tell me that Dracula is real and you are a sort of Buffy's apprentice, then we will need some alcohol.”

“Why did you call?” Sammy asked, his brows knotted together, mouth slight open as he waited for your response. “You didn't know what I did. And he wasn't my professor at Stanford. Then why did you call, (Y/N)?”

You could make up a hundred excuses. Lie and say he was the one friend besides Layla that you had somehow a way to get to. Appeal to the excuse of 'I felt something weird about the death and you said I should call if I ever had a problem of any kind'. But for as much as you felt horrible for using a death as a pretext for calling him, that was partially the truth. You already had put yourself into a mess of monsters and a drained heart, it couldn't be scarier than being honest to Sam and to yourself.

At least, you hoped so. But your heart was rushing like when you saw Jorge's body. Jesus, when did love become so morbid?

You took a deep breath, oxygen barely achieving your lungs, and then started to talk.

“I wanted to call you the minute that you left, Sam. I almost did a million times.” You answered, looking down at the bottle of a sort of plant that he was putting in a dark green bag. “I thought about what you could be doing, what was so important that you couldn't send me a message. But you just didn't want to call, I guess.”

“I wanted to call, of course I did.” You scoffed at his statement, looking up to match his eyes, “(Y/N), I'm serious.”

“You didn't even come to Jess' funeral, Sam. Layla said that maybe you needed to leave to clear your mind, that was too much to deal with. But I was so worried, and sad and confused and I wanted to talk to you because you would understand, you always did. About anything. And I wanted to give you some sort of comfort, but--” You lifted your hands and shrugged your shoulder, a broken chuckle leaving your body. “But you weren't here.”

“You stopped leaving messages after two weeks. Calling was gone when it made a moth.” You sniffed. Sam's lips curved into a pure, cautelous grin. God, he was always so sweet. “The emails took two months.”

“You were never good with dates. I gave you a calendar in your freshman week.” Your teeth met your lower lip. He didn't answer, only nodding at your affirmation, omitting the fact that he still had the calendar between latin books and pieces of newspapers, “Yet, you remember all of it.”

Sam leaned forward, holding your hand with all the delicacy you would expect from a sculptor. It had been too long since he hugged you, and his touch made all your skin tickle with warmth. “I missed you too, (Y/N). I thought about you all those years.”

“So, Cupcake?”

"Let's focus on the case, Dean."

“Then you can go back and eat your cupcake?” He remarked with a grin. His brother just huffed, pointing the flashlight through the trees, “So, Layla…”

Sam rolled his eyes, like he usually did when Dean started being too Dean for his liking, “Dean. The case.”

Before he could make another teaseful comment, a roar invaded their audition. The hunters gave each other a quick glance before heading towards the direction of the noise.

Shaking the salt and rosemary mixture in his hands, Dean smirked, “That's it. Time to shine, cupcake.”

“I have to admit. Being patched up by a doctor is better than by Dean.”

A surprised, half relieved laughter came out your body as you finished another stitch on Sam's arm. That boy was unbelievable; openly talking and making jokes about his brother, who was also being patched up by your best friend in company of a bottle of whiskey, while he spoke about Layla's name being a rock song. You were working on a large wound on his shoulder-- which you were sure that was full of dirt from the forest.

Medicine student, but I'll take that complement.” You winked at him, gaining a soft grin from Sammy, “I was expecting more blo-- Why are you smiling? I'm touching a recent wound. It doesn't look dangerous, but I'm sure it is supposed to hurt. A lot.”

Sam's answer came out easily, the bare, vulnerable truth: “I'm happy you are here.”

You looked at him, his hair longer than before, but the soft simper remained on his face. You bit your lip to hold a giggle; her heart dared to hope. What he expected when he said things like this? A quiet contentment spread through his expression while he watched your reaction.

“You should have come home sooner.” 

His mouth formed a line, “I don't have a home, (Y/N). It's just Dean, me and the road now.”

“No, Sam.” Shaking your head lightly, you intertwined your fingers with his. His life was dangerous, you couldn't afford the luxury of waiting even more to share what you had finally admitted to yourself in the moment he walked through the door. It didn't seem like the easiest, simpler situation. But the only hard thing you couldn’t go through was to be away from Sam Winchester. He lingered on you for years, you were done letting him run away. It was time to hold his hand and walk together. “You should've come home sooner. To me.”

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[tickle-bugs]

Justice League Headcanons

So...yeah. Blame @fickle-tiction and @fanficsandfluff but I can’t get JL out of my head. I know next to nothing in terms of canon and I only enjoy a handful of DC movies, so this is the beginning of what I am calling the BEU (Bug Extended Universe). 

Essentially, in the words of Nick Fury, ‘I recognize your canon, but seeing as it’s a stupid-ass canon, I have elected to ignore it :)’. A mish-mash of everything I’ve learned about DC through osmosis and my own personal vibe checks :)

This is absurdly long so everything is under the cut:

Clark Kent

- Superman? NO, Superdork. 

- He’s extremely clumsy. If he wasn’t as fast as a speeding bullet he’d get his ass handed to him ten times over. He has two left feet. 

- He has a sweet tooth like no one’s business. Lois once found him perched on the kitchen counter at 3 am eating the donuts she brought home from work. 

- Super playful and affectionate! King of bear hugs! Country boy I love youuuuuuu

- Curses like a sailor. Do you really think Clark ‘Smallville, Kansas’ Kent is wholesome? He stubbed his toe once and yelled FUCK so loud that the windows vibrated. Everyone who isn’t in the league thinks he’s a boyscout but the league knows the truth. 

- Forgets about his powers a lot. He has been known to run through walls/take doors off their hinges when he’s excited. 

- Goblin. He loves messing with Bruce and roping Barry into his schemes. 

- Clark being ticklish is actually smth that can be so personal? His laugh is so loud and he always goes ‘sorry’ and tries to be quieter but it does NOT work. He has flight instincts more than fight instincts so he often starts unconsciously floating away when he’s tickled it’s so cute. He giggles a lot and he’s not particularly embarrassed by it.

- Do NOT get me started on ler Clark I could write a dissertation. He is SO playful and teasy but also sweet? He definitely is the type to laugh along with his lee. He definitely allows any sort of retaliation/fighting back like,,, if you manage to crawl away it’s because he let you, and if he wants too, he can be very mean and immovable.

- Bruce and Barry are his favorite targets. He doesn’t go after Diana because, frankly, he doesn’t have a death wish. He loves to cause problems on purpose by squeezing Arthur’s side and then blaming it on Barry. (Hal Jordan isn’t in the DCEU Justice League but I wish he was...they’d be partners in crime <3)

Bruce Wayne

- Okay let’s clarify some things: he’s not actually an asshole. He can be abrasive and snarky but he’s more towards the sarcastic gruff side vs straight-up mean.

- A lot of people think he’s genuinely an asshole/disconnected rich guy because he has a terrible habit of zoning out/interrupting people? Bruce actually just has intense ADHD that he refuses to get diagnosed, no matter how much Alfred pushes him. He doesn’t care what people think about him and he’s mostly learned how to manage it, so he leaves it alone.

- That being said, his friendship with Barry has me :’) Yes, he thinks Barry’s a pest (affectionate), but they share a few science-related hyperfixations (robotics, chemical engineering, etc). They can frequently be found holed up in the Batcave with a week’s worth of food and caffeine, and they’re just....tinkering. Watching them at work is amazing because as much as they annoy each other, they respect each other :)

- He’s 100% a cat person. He doesn’t have a problem with dogs, he just prefers cats. He feeds the strays that hang out around the Manor all the time...

-...which Alfred begs him not to do, because Bruce is severely allergic. He thinks he can power through the allergies until one of the stray cats does the face-headbump thing and he’s incapacitated emotionally and physically for the rest of the day. 

- He severely restrains his emotions but like...catch him on a good day or in a good mood and he’ll smile and laugh, especially in friendly company. He just generally believes in maintaining a poker face so no one can read him. 

- Not to be disrespectful but...thighs. I am Looking. 

- Bruce has a wonderful laugh. He’s not much of a giggler tbh but he has this open, clear, slightly scratchy kinda laugh (his voice is permanently hoarse from the Batman Voice). It’s so lovely. He has a habit of covering his mouth bc he’s embarrassed of his smile but if he finds something very funny he’ll laugh openly. 

- Thee Batman is ticklish and he...doesn’t hate it? Like of course he protests ten ways from Sunday but he more minds the ‘guys stop you’re ruining my dark and brooding facade’ bit. He hates being teased though and he will throw hands. 

- Circling back to the emotions thing, he’s very good at controlling his reactions, which means he has thoroughly convinced everyone he’s not ticklish. Except Clark, stupidly perceptive Clark, because he can hear Bruce’s heartbeat and see the way he clenches his jaw to avoid smiling. 

Diana Prince

- WIFEY!!!!! 

- Diana is hilarious okay? She’s just...so fucking funny. Her jokes never miss. You wouldn’t think she’s the quippy type, but she is, and she’s damn good at it. In a distant alternate universe, Peter Parker senses a rival. 

- Loves fresh fruit, but especially strawberries? She makes frequent trips to the local farmer’s market. 

- She also has a raging sweet tooth. She and Clark work together to steal sweets and buy snacks. 

- Will not back down from a challenge, ever. It’s kinda a problem.

- She has such a sweet laugh :’) It’s so bouncy and melodic and she scrunches her nose. She WILL snort and it’s the cutest thing ever. Yes she’s ticklish, but no one gets more than five seconds of laughter out of her before she turns the tables. 

- World’s meanest ler. Not only is she frequently on the prowl, she is near-ruthless, especially if she’s been baited. Once she sets her sights on someone, she won’t rest until she’s heard their laugh. 

- Diana is very mischievous and loves hearing her friends laugh. It’s impossible to be in her vicinity for more than five minutes without at LEAST a few pokes. She is not above just,,, random tickles either. 

- Nails. That is all. 

Arthur Curry

- Why are his tiddies always out? Someone please explain.

- The most targeted for pranks ever. Diana especially. Something about him just attracts goblinism. 

- He’s coming for Clark’s bear hugger crown. He picks people up so often that they’re just used to it now. 

- Playfighting and roughhousing is his love language. He absolutely loves wrestling with anyone who’ll humor him. He and Diana frequently tussle because they’re both good sports about it (Bruce is a little bit of a sore loser. Just a smidge). 

- Thinks he can get away with anything, which is decidedly not true. He just nopes his way out of the room and everyone’s like D:< get back here and atone for your sins!!! But Arthur’s already in the Pacific Ocean. 

- I like to think he’s ticklish, just not super ticklish y’know? He probably has a couple hidden spots that make him lose it though. Like he’ll definitely laugh and fall over, but he can and will fight back. Oh boy, will he fight back. 

- Batman: No fear.

Diana and Arthur sneaking up behind him:

Batman: One fear. 

- Y’know that picture of Jason Momoa sneaking up behind Henry Cavill on the red carpet? That is extremely relevant. Arthur loves to sneak up behind people and just...take them down. 

- Thinks Barry is annoying (affectionate) and the two of them are constantly chasing each other around. Barry is fast but Arthur’s strong (and wayy less ticklish than Barry)

- Physical affection!! He always has his arms around someone’s shoulders or something. He’s just a touchy kind of guy :)

Barry Allen

- Speedy boy! ADHD king! Sometimes his thoughts are also at superspeed, which means he talks way too fast and no one can understand him? But Bruce speaks fluent Barry and he translates often (though not without a labored sigh beforehand). 

- Physically affectionate but casual about it? He likes to play with people’s hands while he’s talking, bump shoulders with whoever he’s next to, etc. He doesn’t really realize he does it either. It’s not uncommon for him to be talking to Clark or Diana and they just...unconsciously give him their hand before he reaches for it.

- Okay so y’know how Bruce feeds the strays? Who do you think lets them in the first place? Barry has tried to adopt every stray he comes across, and when Alfred inevitably says no, Barry runs them to the shelter himself :’)

- Gifting is his love language!!! If he sees anything that remotely reminds him of his friends, he brings it to them. 

- He likes to hang out with Victor because he’s quiet, but doesn’t mind when Barry rambles, which he tends to do quite often. Barry will catch himself rambling and trail off, but Victor will encourage him to keep going, because he’s listening. 

- Thee Pillsbury Doughboy. Just these high-pitched, bouncy, frantic giggles that only get worse and eventually morph into cackles. He hiccups a lot too :’)

- Okay so he’s not a flailer but he’s super squirmy. Barry will cling onto his ler’s arms just to hold onto something. He kicks his legs too (he does this when he’s not being tickled either, if he laughs and he’s sitting somewhere he kicks). He also just constantly tries to crawl away. If he isn’t pinned down he will drag himself to safety. He also has a habit of curling up :’)

- Absolutely invented the speed-tickle. He actually doesn’t often use his powers (unless he’s chasing down Clark, because Clark isn’t above breaking the sound barrier to escape). He’s just got incredible hand-eye coordination and precision. His hands will be absolutely everywhere and he is so teasy about it. 

- Tries not to start fights he can’t finish, but he always gets roped into Clark’s mischief and gets targeted with revenge tickles. 

- He has tickled Clark once. It was incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular. Literally his crowning achievement. Did Clark absolutely destroy him afterwards? Yes, but it was so worth it. 

Victor Stone

- Quiet and stoic, but he’s always preferred listening and interjecting with a joke or two. 

- Closest with Barry and Diana, but he’s making an effort to bond with everyone.

- Unfortunately not ticklish :( I like to think soft touches on his face will make him smile and lean away, but it’s not going to get a laugh from him.

- Doesn’t often get involved in tickly shenanigans, but when he does, he surprises everyone with how much fun he has. A different, warmer side of him comes out when he’s among his friends.

- He’s a hugger! Definitely awkward about it, but he loves hugs and just...holding his friends. 

- He collects hoodies. He can’t really feel them when he’s wearing them, but he likes them and the idea of it. Barry seems to slip him a new hoodie every week. Victor has no idea where he gets them from but he’s not complaining. 

- He is an enabler. He will look at Bruce like :| “no, I don’t know where Barry and Clark are, nor do I no what they’re planning” But they’re literally right behind Bruce, about to squeeze his sides. 

- That being said, he won’t do that with Diana. If she asks where they are, he’ll subtly nod his head in their direction. Even in jest, he will never lie to her. Which makes him Thee person to avoid when Diana’s on her mischievous streaks.

#my headcanons #this is an academic paper #you can see me get more scatterbrained as I go on it's great #anyways welcome to the BEU #dc #justice league #...bugstice league? #(nice) #ticklish!bruce wayne #ticklish!clark #ticklish!diana #ticklish!arthur curry #ticklish!barry #bruce wayne #clark kent #Diana Prince #arthur curry #barry allen #victor stone

[captainjimothycarter]

So silly image of sorts based on cousins, but Peggy and Steve vs other parents regarding their kid because their kid takes after serumed daddy and is big for his age. Someone giving them shit for being terrible parents cause their 'obviously' pre-school aged child is throwing a fit and the snap back that the kid is a year, 18 months, not pre-school don't expect a big kid just because he's tall/broad for his age, he's still a baby etc.

Okay maybe less funny but over protective Steve really wanted to showcase himself.

--

They knew that there was going to be problems down the road with Steve having the serum and he and Peggy trying for kids.

Howard had given his own input or two and it was nothing more than, “We simply don’t know what will happen, kid. It’s all guessing games. Peggy’s pregnancy could either be completely normal six, seven, eighteen months or she could have the kid in six and the kid be fine or worst.”

Peggy’s lips pursed slightly, taking Steve’s hand into her own. Their wedding bands gently brushed one another as she did. “First off, do you not know how long a woman is pregnant for, Howard? Nine months! Nine months. How…” She pinched the bridge of her nose and waved off anything he said in explanation.

“Second,” she continued with a huff. “What do you mean worse?”

Here now, Howard looked sheepish, more so for the worse than the lack of knowing how long a woman was pregnant for. “Well...when we first met Steve he did have that laundry list of problems and-”

“You mean our kid could be like how I was?” Steve interjected, interrupting an annoyed-looking Howard. “They could-could-”

“Hold up, before you start spiraling, Stevie.” Howard’s hands flew up, raised to defend himself and stop Steve from starting to panic. “I said could. If. Maybe. It’s a possibility, a slight possibility that we have to consider, even if I don’t think it’s possible. That serum coursing through your veins rewrites DNA. Genetics. Your little kid is more likely to have that serum than to have any laundry list of your problem.”

But it was still something they had to think about and Steve was struggling to wrap his mind around that.

All through Peggy’s pregnancy, that problem remained in the back of his head. It was a possibility. No matter how much he tried to reassure himself with the countless doctors and even Howard saying that Peggy was doing outstanding for her pregnancy, how big the baby was, and what naught.

It was still there, no matter how much he tried to drown it with optimistic thoughts.

It wasn’t until Chester Micheal Carter-Rogers was born at ten pounds and nine ounces, twenty-five inches in length did Steve breathe a sigh of relief. Even if Chest was three weeks early and Peggy had to have a c-section.

Peggy and baby were both fine and Steve was grateful, so, so, so grateful.

That’s when the problems began to show how it would be to raise a child with the serum. How much of the serum and if they’d later possess super-human strength, no one was sure. Not even Howard. It was all development.

At three months, Chester was already sitting up on his own and responding to his name with a toothless smile. At five months, he was holding his own bottle and loving to play with his parents. At six months, started the teething.

“Well, at least he doesn’t have your strength,” Peggy tried to joke as Chester chewed on the slushy-texture pacifier. “Else he would’ve bitten my nipple straight off with those three teeth halfway coming in. If he bites my nipple, we’re having a problem, mister.”

Chester just giggled at his mama’s finger and gripped at it, making Steve give that half-smile of relief.

Chester was eight months before he said his first word, “Broom!”

Steve dropped the broom he was holding, looking down at the heavy boy strapped to his chest. He’d dropped a glass earlier and was trying to clean it up, having strapped his baby boy to him so he wasn’t hurt. “Did you just…?”

Chester grinned a whole eight teeth in his mouth now. “Broom! Broom!”

“You just…” Steve swallowed, feeling faint and overwhelmed with pride as he picked the boy up and hugged him. “You spoke!”

It was near the year mark did Howard point something out over dinner. “You know...Chester has never been sick.”

Peggy shared a look with Steve, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. Steve lowered his fork and looked at their baby that he was feeding mashed-up food. “That’s true,” she said carefully after a moment of thought. “Not even a fever, a cold. I wasn’t sickly as a child but I had my fair share of colds as an infant and Lord knows you did too, Steve.”

“I think it’s safe to confirm that Chester has Steve’s serum,” Howard mused as if no one had already thought about that. “Good for him.”

--

Other parents started to notice the developments too during their daddy and me! classes. There were some snide remarks on how big their boy was for a one-year-old.

“Thirty-two pounds!” Gretta hissed, glaring at where Steve was showing Chester and the other kids how to blow bubbles. “He said Chester is thirty-two pounds and thirty-five inches! Can you believe that? Look at how big he is!”

Steve huffed in annoyance and tried not to let the other gossip get to him. It wasn’t until Peggy stormed home one day after a grocery trip with Chester, the little boy sniffling like he’d been crying did it hit him how rude the other parents were.

“I ran into our darling neighbor today,” she noted, slamming the eggs down on the counter.

Steve flinched and hope they weren’t broken as he finished buttoning up Chester’s pants after he’d taken him to the bathroom. “Darling,” he warned, knowing how sensitive Chester was to emotions. “Which neighbor?”

“Oh, the wonderful and perfect Kelly and her perfectly normal daughter Jackie. Don’t you know how perfect they are?”

Steve watched as she half-aggressively put up the groceries, only stopping her when she almost dropped the barely-survived eggs. “Peggy,” he breathed, cupping her jawline. “What did they say?”

“Chester went to hug Jackie as normal - he’s fascinated with other kids and you know him, doesn’t know his own strength, and is just getting the hang of walking right. He fell into Jackie and pushed them both down and Kelly acted like he had punched her daughter. She told me to keep my monster of a child away from her and her family. I told her then she needs to keep her husband home and away from his mistress on business trips.”

Steve’s lips pursed and looked over to Chester playing with his blocks, sighing. Yeah, he got that. The neighbors were not the most polite about Chester’s rapid growth. It’s not like they could say he was Captain America and Chester had some percentage of the super-soldier serum.

“Well, maybe she’ll learn to keep her mouth shut,” he grunted, taking the eggs from her to safely put in the fridge.

--

In the two months since that incident, Chester was speaking more, learning new words every day. He was even speaking full sentences and could name objects. Now he was walking by himself, kicking a ball back and forth, and even sang songs.

Unfortunately, that meant that Peggy had, of course, taught their son The Man With The Plan.

Right now, none of that mattered. Not when Chester, his beautiful son with his downy soft blonde hair, and hazel eyes, was screaming in the buggy. Not that Steve blamed his son, really. The kid was hot and icky and tired and after several boosters from the doctor, he wouldn’t want to be in public either.

But grocery trips had to be had.

And it didn’t help that Kelly shouldered by them, dragging her daughter and loudly stating that Jackie wasn’t allowed to hug Chester or even look at him.

Now how do you explain that to a child who’s already in a bad mood? You don’t.

Steve had given up on comforting Chester beyond rubbing his back and whispering to him as he looked at the options of oatmeal. He was still sniffling and hiccuping loudly and screaming every so often, even if Kelly had insisted on staying on the aisle with them.

“If that was my daughter,” she droned on without anyone asking her, “I would’ve taught her right and told her tantrums to get you nowhere, especially at that age.”

“And what age might that be?” Steve challenged, standing up and laying a hand on the cart. Chester’s little fingers wrapped around his middle finger to try to suckle on. Poor buddy. Still had that tooth coming in.

“Four, isn’t he?”

Steve just blinked at her, scooping Chester up to try to ground him. God, he wishes Peggy was here. She wouldn’t keep her temper in check as much as he was, but her comfort was greatly needed.

“You know damn well that our kids were born the same year, just months apart, and your daughter, who’s now pulling open the boxes of grits, by the way, is three months older than Chest. And by the way, Kelly, Chest is only eighteen months old! He’s just big for his age and upset because you’re a terrible mother who insists that our kids can’t play together.”

“Well-well-” Kelly stomped to her child and ripped the box from her hand, jerking her up. “He’s too big! He’ll hurt her! He’s nothing but a m-”

Steve didn’t feel his feet moving him until he was in front of the woman about to call his child a monster. He cradled Chester closer to him and glared down at her.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you. You and I both know damn well that Paul isn’t the father of your child and unless you want him to know…” The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he stepped back fixed Chester in his arms. “Come on, Chest. I know mommy is waiting for us at the house. Are you ready for our big move, huh? Away from judgemental neighbors who can’t keep themselves in check, yeah? We’ll find new friends for you to play with who don’t mind how big you are. Yeah, we will!”

--

It might’ve taken two months from moving from Brooklyn to DC and to finally get their house in order but Chester was a lot happier here.

More room to play around in, even having three play dates lined up in the last week with new neighbors who didn’t seem to mind their son was a little more advance.

It wasn’t until the four-month mark hit and Peggy came home from a doctor appointment within Shield did Steve feel the familiar dread hit him as she silently handed him a blank envelope.

Two sonograms were laid inside. One labeled baby a and the other baby b.

“Twins,” he breathed, looking over to Chester rolling his ball after the cat. “We’re having...twins.”

Peggy, seeing the familiar look pulled him in for a comforting kiss. “We are, but at least we have practice with Chester. And no judgemental Kelly around here.”

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #CJC's story #Steggy Prompt

[imaginesandinserts]

Irreverent Pt. 36 - Home

Title: Irreverent Pt. 36 - Home Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: T Words: 4076

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The wind was blowing harshly against the house, causing quite the ruckus as Aaron got ready for work in the morning. Jack was already dressed and downstairs and the two of you were waiting on him to finish getting ready. He'd taken a call that morning, resulting in him running behind.

As he grabbed a tie from the closet, he took note of the fact that pretty much his entire wardrobe had managed its way into the other half of your closet. Despite having His and Hers closet space built into your home, you'd never expanded past one side, which had left the entire other half for him. It had been at least a couple of months since he'd been to his own apartment. His lease was ending next month and it was something he figured he should discuss with you soon, seeing as both him and Jack were practically moved in. He'd begun to accept that your relationship wouldn't be moving at anything remotely resembling a normal pace. How could it when Jack had had a room in your house for years, photos of him with Haley, his aunt and cousins, Aaron, and you occupying an entire wall.

The first time Jack had dragged Aaron upstairs in your house to his room, Aaron hadn't been sure how to feel. It was a while ago now, soon after Haley's death. Aaron and Jack had been spending more time at your place, his apartment a cold reminder of what they'd lost. But you'd been in the kitchen and Aaron had arrived for dinner with Jack, when his son had insisted on getting the toys from his room. In the past, the toys had sat in a chest in the foyer, so this was new. The room was like something out of a Pottery Barn catalog, no expense spared. But what had caught his attention was the single photo of Jack and Haley on the wall closest to the bed. Over time that wall had grown, but that first picture had remained in the center. That had been the day Aaron had known with absolute certainty - you loved Jack. You always would.

When he got downstairs, you were bundling Jack into his coat. Upon seeing him, you smiled and indicated to his breakfast. He walked around and noticed your navy blue top and smugly pointed to his tie. It had become somewhat of a game for the two of you. If you got ready without him seeing you and he still managed to pick the right tie color, he felt like he'd won. He was good at winning.

"Jack, remember, Mrs. Avery will pick you up after school," you reminded him. You and Aaron had made the decision to get Jack a nanny so he'd have more personal attention from an adult. Mrs. Avery was an older lady with many references and previous experience with children of diplomats. She was used to a high stress life and demanding parents, and she was absolutely wonderful with Jack.

"Can we go to the park after school?" Jack asks, finishing off by pulling a beanie over his head to protect from the chill.

"We're going to leave that up to Mrs. Avery," Aaron says, jokingly pointing at Jack with his fork. "You'll have to go through her - she's not easy to pull a fast one on."

Jack laughed and gave his father a lighthearted roll of his eyes. Mrs. Avery was putty in his hands as long as he finished his homework and asked politely.

"Alright, Jack you're with me this morning. Y/N has to go in to work early," Aaron tells him, getting up to put his plate in the dishwasher.

You had an early meeting with McKinney, after which the team was sure to be pulled into a case if Aaron's morning call was anything to go off of.

You kneel down to hug Jack. "Have a good day baby, I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N." Jack places a small kiss to your cheek before going to grab his backpack.

"I love you too, Y/N," Aaron teases, as you kiss him goodbye, hurrying out the door.

The eyerolls were definitely something Jack got from you.

*------------*

Director McKinney felt you were ready to take on a challenge and he had laid out a couple of different assignments for you to look over and give a perspective on. You'd walked out of his office with three large files tucked under your arm and met up with everyone else in the parking garage. Penelope had already texted you that there would indeed be a case, and as you got into the back with JJ, Aaron handed you the shoes you'd forgotten at home, from the front. You thanked him, grateful to be out of the heels you'd worn for your morning meeting. Heels were great for feeling tall in the office but impractical for chasing after Unsubs. You saw JJ take note of your exchange with Aaron and she made a teasing kissy face at you.

The others briefed you on the case on the way to the plane to Charleston. Three women had all gone missing under odd circumstances and yesterday the first one's body had been surfaced in a lake by some fishermen. It was suspected that there was a serial killer and the time between disappearances was shortening fast.

You theorized on the profile with the rest of the team on the plane before everyone turned to do their own thing for the remainder of the flight. You sat next to Aaron, flipping through the case files McKinney had given you. They were all interesting in their own right and you realized he was using them to gauge where your interests lied. The cases were all pretty different - the one based out of DC, tracking internal threats posed by large lobby groups and their connections to foreign governments caught your interest.

Aaron watched as you shifted to pull your hair away from your face. You'd been working a lot more and hadn't shirked in your duties to the BAU while taking on all the extra work McKinney was asking of you. He knew a time would come soon when he wouldn't have you on the team any longer - not the way you were going. McKinney had sent him a note regarding having you split your time between the BAU and other groups.

He had some things he wanted to talk to you about, but was holding it back for later that night when you two would be alone. While the team now knew about your relationship, at your core you were both relatively private people and tried to not mix work with your relationship. You shifted, bringing the file closer to your face, and caught him looking at you. You briefly smiled at him before returning to the file, resting the hand closest to him casually on his thigh. Aaron smiled at the gesture, covering your hand with his own, before turning back towards his own files.

*------------*

The team had spent the day following up on leads while Hotch had coordinated with local officials in the Charleston PD. The local detectives seemed to react better to a softer touch, so JJ had stuck around with him and Reid while the rest of you went to go interview the missing women's friends and family.

"How're things with Savannah?" you ask Derek as the two of you drive over to interview the best friend. He'd seemed tense all week and you had a feeling something was off.

"Haven't seen her in three weeks," Derek replies, turning a sharp left. At your raised eyebrow, he sighs and continues, "I don't know, it's hard you know. She's on call and any time we make plans the team catches a case. We were supposed to go away this weekend and here we are on a new case on a Thursday. What do you think the odds are that we're home in time?"

You sighed sympathetically. He wasn't wrong - work cut into a lot of things with everyone's relationships and family. Jack had a class presentation tomorrow which neither you nor Aaron would make it to. Mrs. Avery had promised to send a video.

"Make small plans, Derek. It's hard to be there for the big stuff all the time. But you can be there for the little ones. Bring her coffee in the morning or be sure to catch her after her shift for dinner. It's too hard if you're always chasing the weekend getaways." You and Aaron had been trying to plan a trip away with Jack for weeks now and it hadn't materialized. You made do with cuddling him on weekend mornings and lazing on the couch with a movie.

Derek looks at you for a beat before nodding, and drawing the car to a stop in front of the house.

Later that evening, Hotch had called it a night for the team finally around nine and everyone had gone to the hotel to sleep. He had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. You'd already gotten ready for bed and were propped up against the headboard, McKinney's case files in your lap.

Aaron started to dig through his bag for his pajamas, remembering that he still had to talk to you about some stuff and didn't want to forget it again. "Hey, listen," he says, grabbing his clothes and the face moisturizer that you'd insisted he start using (Good skincare is not a joking matter, Aaron, and you'll thank me later when you still look like you're forty and Dave looks eighty.)

You hummed behind him so he continued. "My lease ends next month."

You're still distracted by the files in front of you so you don't look up as you respond. "Okay, did you want to look for a new place?"

Aaron freezes. You thought he should look for a new place? He'd thought you'd be on the same page as him - him and Jack being practically moved in couldn't have escaped your notice. You didn't seem to have a problem with it…

You realize that he hasn't responded after a minute, so you look up and see him standing there and looking at you oddly - he seems upset. You think back to what you'd just said - there wasn't anything wrong there, unless he'd misunderstood…

"I'm sorry," you speak again, putting down your files, and really looking at him. "I didn't mean you should look for a new place," you explain. "I meant, do you want to look for a new place together - for you, me, and Jack?"

He visibly relaxes at your words and lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Feeling much reassured, he replies, "No, I'm fine with your place." He pulls on his pajamas and hangs the towel to dry, before climbing into bed beside you.

"You're sure? My place is a little girly - we could find somewhere you could have an office or something. Or if you don't want to move, we can bring in some of the stuff from the apartment - redecorate a bit."

He leans over and places a kiss to your cheek. "I am perfectly happy with it as is. Plus, you rarely use your office. I'm the only one that even uses it. But, if you want to redecorate, we can."  

He was right about that. You had a bad habit of working from bed.

"Maybe eventually." You move your files to the nightstand and shift to lay down against him. "I don't think I can handle a decorating project right now, to be honest."

Aaron had been worried about that. You'd been working a lot more recently. "You're sure you're alright, still doing our cases too? It's not too much?"

You sigh and snuggle in closer, prompting him to wrap his arms around you. "No. We both know it'll happen eventually. Just, not yet."

*------------*

Garcia had managed to tie the victims together in an odd way. All three women had dated and subsequently broken up with the same man - Keith Halpert. Halpert had jumped off of a bridge after the final breakup (all of which apparently happened due to his lack of sexual potency) and died a few months back. The team had managed to bring in Keith's older brother - Daniel - who had been deployed overseas at the time of his brother's suicide. It appeared that coming home to his brother's death had resulted in a break which caused him to blame the women for Ketih's suicide. He'd started going through them one by one.

JJ and Reid had taken this particular interrogation while the rest of you watched from the other room. You'd started paying more attention to Aaron's leadership style and noted that he really did try to expose everyone on the team to all parts of the job. JJ hadn't done too many interrogations since becoming a profiler, so sending her in with Reid had been an interesting call in your opinion. But you saw how they played off of one another and it being Reid instead of Hotch or Rossi allowed JJ to feel more in control. You could see that it had been the right decision.

From the interrogation room, you can hear Daniel finally break. "They hurt him. They made fun of him. They're the reason he's dead. So yeah, you wanna hear that I killed them? Of course I did. They deserved it."

"Well, that's good enough for me." Rossi taps on the glass to indicate to Reid and JJ that they're good to close up.

"The things people do for family." Emily sighs, and you can tell she's just happy the case is over.

"I don't know. Seems a little nuts. I mean I get your family being the people you'd die for, but going on a killing spree…" Derek shakes his head as both JJ and Reid emerge.

You find yourself disagreeing with him, but you're not sure you should voice it. You look at Daniel and find yourself almost understanding him. Derek was wrong. Family wasn't the people that you died for. In your jobs, you'd all walked into the face of certain death for complete strangers. No - family was not the people you would die for. Family was the people you'd kill for.

*------------*

You and Aaron had both managed to block out a day to completely move him and Jack out of their apartment, while Jess watched Jack. There weren't too many things there and you'd brought back everything worth keeping in just a couple of trips.

Aaron was sat in his chair in the office, which was the one space you two felt was worth putting the effort into redoing. His old desk from the apartment had been moved in and you had rearranged it so your desks faced one other. Aaron was sifting through old documents and deciding what could be discarded while you sat on the floor, leaning against his legs, and went through boxes of mementos to arrange into the shelves lining the room.

You'd already come across his high school yearbooks and he'd gotten some ribbing about his "80s boyband hair" and the fact that he had been a literal Eagle Scout. Because of course he had. You reached into the cardboard box and took out a large blue album. Expecting there to be photos of him and Haley, you flipped it open, only to see cut out newspaper articles.

"What's this?" you asked, tilting your head up to Aaron.

He looks down at what you're holding and you see a fond smile grace his face. He puts down the papers he's holding, leaning down to run his fingers over the article. "Haley and I - we would cut out articles that we liked," he explains, moving his hand from the album to come rest on your head, fingers tangling in your hair. "Anything that really spoke to either of us or felt like it accompanied a milestone, we'd cut it out and paste in here."

You smile, nodding at his explanation. Him and Haley had been really cute with stuff like that and it was always special learning about the little traditions they'd had. You flip through the articles, your eyes skimming the titles - articles from their hometown paper, one from The Seattle Times from the month they moved there, a review from a restaurant in D.C. they'd undoubtedly ate at. It was a chronograph of their life together.

Aaron found himself watching you peruse the album, taking in all of these things that happened to him which preceded you and were intimately tied to his life with Haley. The soft smile on your face as you took it all in - you'd always been so wonderful about his and Haley's relationship and her continued role in your lives.

He was just about to turn back to sorting through the papers scattered on the desk, when he felt you tense against his legs. Your hands moved slowly over the title of an article, and as Aaron read over your shoulder, he saw that it was an article related to the Gilbert and Sullivan play during which him and Haley had met. His eyes scanned through the title and content of the article, unsure why this would've caught your attention. That is, until his eyes caught the byline and he felt his stomach clench.

"Matthew wrote that," he says, his voice obviously having startled you, as you flinch as though you'd been caught doing something wrong.

You start to say something but then seem to think better of it, shutting the album and standing up to start organizing the shelves. Aaron can't help the dread he starts to feel. Anytime your ex-fiancé has come up he's learned something awful about him. Aaron's well aware of how painful that relationship was for you, but he doesn't want to let this go.

He moves to grab your waist and pull you back towards him. "What were you going to say?" he asks, his concern for you fully evident in his tone and how gently his hands smoothed over your back.

You look at him, appearing conflicted on what to say and he can tell you're about to brush it away. He pulls you closer, bringing you down to sit sideways across his thighs. "Hey, come on," he says softly, "please tell me."

You bite your lip, not meeting his eyes. "You're going to think I'm really stupid," you mumble, your hands finding the edge of his shirt and bunching into it.

"I really doubt that," he reassures you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as your eyes flutter shut and you take a deep breath.

You struggled to meet his eyes, your shoulders tense and hands clenched tightly around the fabric of his shirt. But he's looking at you with such concern and love - you don't want him to worry or misconstrue your reaction. "Matthew didn't write that," you explain. His brows furrow and you can feel him tense underneath you. "I did."

Aaron closes his eyes for a moment, processing what you'd just told him. Slowly he asks, "Then why is his name on the article?"

You aren't looking at him any longer, instead turning your face forward. It's easier to explain if you don't have to watch the disappointment in his eyes. "When I was a freshman, I tried out for the Crimson. Every freshman wanting to be on the paper has to write an article for the department they're trying out for. I wrote mine for the arts and chose The Pirates of Penzance, because I'd seen the Harvard theatre troupe perform it. Matthew was a senior and editor in chief of the paper. When he read it, he told me it was some of the best work he'd ever read by a freshman."

Aaron nods. It had been an exceptionally well written article talking about the relevance of Gilbert and Sullivan's works in the modern age. Both him and Haley had really loved the article and that's why it had made its way into the album.

"But," and you take a deep breath, building up to the crux of the matter, "he told me that freshmen who weren't on the paper yet couldn't get published and that it would look a lot more credible if someone with more experience was listed in the byline."

Aaron's face turned stony. The bastard had recognized your work as exceptional and then taken credit for it.

"And then," you continued, "it got picked up by the New York Times for their arts and leisure feature." You let out a hollow half laugh. "It was unheard of - a freshman being picked."

"Why didn't you say something?" Aaron asks, his hands running soothingly down your thighs. You can tell he's angry by how stiff his posture is.

"I did - I was so mad at him. And then he asked me to be his girlfriend. He was a good looking, charming, senior from a decent family - my parents approved. I'd never had a boyfriend before, and well…it wasn't as though I wanted to be a journalist anyways," you shrug. Aaron has some idea of how different things were for you in college - how different you'd been. But you know that everytime it has to surprise him at least a little bit. It's as though you're talking about an entirely different person.

When Aaron speaks next, his voice is low and controlled and you can tell it's taking a considerable amount of effort for him to not scare you with how outraged he is on your behalf. "You were young and he manipulated you. You didn't deserve that."

Your smile sadly at his words and nod, agreeing with him. "I know. I let him get away with a lot because I didn't know any better back then."

It's quiet for a moment before you speak again. "It's different with you, you know. With Matthew there were so many times where I had to convince myself that he was the right choice - that I should be with him. I knew that he wasn't a good person but he fit the mold of who I was expected to be with. Someone who pursued power and opportunity and on whose arm, I would be the perfect wife." Your voice has a bitter quality to it as you speak. "But with you, I've never once questioned it. I've always known how good of a person you are, Aaron."

Aaron feels his stomach unclench slightly as you speak. He reaches up to cup your face, bringing your lips down to his in a sweet kiss. As you pull away, your eyes seem brighter and there's a hint of a smile on your lips. He can feel the tenseness of your earlier conversation leaving you slowly.

"You want to know a secret?" you ask, your arms coming to wind around his neck.

At his smile, you continue. "Back when I first joined the team, Reid and I had this bit we would do. Anytime we weren't sure what to do, we'd ask each other - W.W.H.D - What Would Hotch Do?"

Aaron rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh. "You put me on way too high of a pedestal, sweetheart," he mumbles, his head tucked into the crook of your neck.

You move to meet his eyes, your hand coming down to cup his jaw. "No, I don't. You're my moral compass Aaron. You're the voice in my head, telling me the right thing to do, and you have been for as long as I've known you."

Aaron has no idea how to respond to your statement. There's not a doubt in his mind that you're being completely honest about this.

"I didn't grow up around good people, Aaron. You're the person who taught me that being good and moral doesn't have to be a weakness - but that it can be a strength. And you show me and Jack that, every single day."

He can feel the sincerity radiating off of you and he leans into your touch, your lips meeting his again, all consuming.

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