#Jason wanna know who is stole his name

[jaxon-exe]

…. More dp x dc because brain rot

So Danny ends up homeless in Gotham after a revival to his parents gone wrong and is trying his best to stay out of the bats way. Unfortunately the kid has the worst luck and an even worst hero complex so when he stumbles across a mugging he can’t help but jump in.

It’s only after he K.O.ed the mugger that he looking up and saw the civilian he saved looking at him and in a split second of panic just faded from visibility. I mean who’s gonna believe the guy if he says his rescuer just fu/king upped and vanished.

It worked out tho. So much in fact that when Danny once again found himself jumping in to trouble before he can think he just decides to disappear after.

This happens so much that people start to take notice and the conclusion they come to? A ghost. More specifically a 13-14 y/o ghost with black hair and blue eyes. More specifically the ghost of the black haired, blue eyed, Wayne kid that died when he was 13. 

Yep! Gotham comes to the conclusion that Jason Todd has come back as a ghost to protect the streets of Gotham!!

Now obviously this gets to Bruce who knows this isn’t the case because Jason is over in crime alleys right now hopefully not going on a murder spree again so he’s gotta find out who this is and preferably before Jason hears about this.

#dp x batman #dp x dc #bruce wayne #danny fenton #jason todd #Danny 100% thinks this plan will work #he never claims to be smart #Bruce is just concerned #Jason wanna know who is stole his name #he just wants to talk he swears #identity theft is a serious crime

[auroreliis]

Not sure if you'll even see this LMAO. But I love the way you think, so I wanna know your take on Nightwing/Dick Grayson with an antihero. Someone who's constantly swinging between hero and villainy

I love this idea!

The thing with Dick is that he would be so annoying on this:

"Be careful, you'll hurt yourself!"

"I don't want to fight you. I'm doing this for your own good"

"I didn't want to give back ALL the money you stole, but if you do not stop fighting now, I will return the whole lot of it!"

You often find yourself knocked out and tied to a chair by him. In a safe place, of course, he wouldn't want you to get hurt, but man, those chains are thick...how will you get out? (You don't, he comes and frees you when everything has settled and brings you home...)

After his first encounter with you, he'd get Bruce to find out who you are. And then you're in for it...

He'd casually call you by your real name on your next encounter. The smirk on his face merely widening as you look at him confusedly.

"What the hell do you want?"

"So that IS your name? It has a nice ring to it..."

Your eyebrows furrow as he mumbles your name to himself a few more times like a madman. He didn't even notice you slip away.

The panic ensues as he goes around for a bit, trying to find you. He lost you...completely...what an escape artist you are...

And not only the first few times, you manage to slip away every time he even dares to blink. How sneaky of you. He's impressed truly.

However, he does not tolerate it when youngsters like you, with no training, try to act tough. Whether you're a good guy or a bad guy, he will not allow you to fool around anymore. Haven't you got a life? How do you expect to get sleep if you jump around on roofs every night? How immature of you.

And so starts his nagging.

His first thought is bribery. He'll give you whatever you want, as long as you stop fooling around like this, lest you hurt yourself.

If your main interest is material things, this will work. He will give you whatever you want. Whatever your heart desires. Just keep away from Gotham's moonlit streets. Go to bed, watch a film or something else, just please stay inside.

If your primary interest is more adrenaline than anything else, then he will need to get more creative. He will encourage you to seek entertainment through other means. Video games, escape rooms, laser tag, in fact, he will even encourage you to become a hero instead of being on the borderline.

If this doesn't work, he won't give up, it's just that Bruce finds a few holes in the walls of the manor. And Jason notices Dick being more irritable. And Tim, Steph and Cass notice that he doesn't joke around as much. And Damien notices the serious look on his face.

His attempts usually end with this line:

"Being a hero is extremely exhilerating, so why not choose to be good?" (Or, in other words, why not choose to be closer to me?)

Luckily (for you), you chose to come with him. God knows what would've happened if you hadn't...

#heyyyy im backkk #guess who lost the password to this account and finally found it again... #yep...me...whoops #i wont be on so often anymore #but ill pop by when i get a new idea relating to the batfam :) #batfam #platonic yandere #dc comics #x reader #platonic batfam #yandere batfam #yandere dick grayson #dick grayson

[theshifterbear]

So hera or whatever her roman name is stole this random kid who can fly memories and then acted like he should know who she is so he can save him?

And he can fly. And his ain't really his girlfriend but actually he is ✨ a figment of her imagination ✨.

Leo who so far my favorite can make fire dance like that dude from suicide squad. He's the only one keeping a logical secret. At least his secret could get him killed and he knows what it is. I can understand why he doesn't wanna talk about his mom. He probably killed her. Everybody else is pissing me off with these ✨ dangerous mysteries that we could solve IF YOU JUST SAY IT ✨

Speaking of secrets Piper secret getting on my nerves. I fw with the girl but this whole keeping a dangerous dream a secret thing is killing me. Been there, read that, watched a movie about it, it's best to say it. Otherwise I'm just going to silently wanna kill her. I really do fw the girl tho.

Chiron keeping secrets as per usual. But this time it seems like it isn't his fault. It seems like he wants to say it but he swore in the river Styx.

And why does everybody keep asking Jason these dumbass questions like he knows anything. HE CAN'T REMEMBER! They are pissing me off.

And why they keep mentioning Roman gods. I don't know shit about Roman gods. Now I gotta do research and shit.

AND WHERE THE FUCK HERA KEEPING PERCY? It's never this serious. There's no reason to take my girl man like that. Just cause she got her ass in trouble.

I like Leo's pov more than anyone else. He knows how to make me smile. Everybody else is all depressed and shit. Hephaestus cabin is still depressing but Leo making jokes while everyone wants to cry makes me smile.

So to wrap up my opinion so far on the book I think I would have been happy if Hera stayed locked up. I don't think I'll miss her. I think I'll live.

#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #the heroes of olympus #the lost hero #percy jackson books #Percy Jackson

[abyssal-ali]

Titans Tower AU (with a twist)

You know those fics where Jason breaks into Titans Tower to confront Tim? Yeah, I wrote one of those. With a twist, if the title wasn't clear enough.

Rating: G

Length: 0.9k

A/N: I can never keep track of who's on which team, so I'm calling all the members of this team the Titans and hoping I get it right.

A call came through Red Robin’s comms. He muted the other Titans and answered it. “What? I’m busy,” he snapped.

A low mechanized chuckle came through. “Too busy to miss your package?”

Red Robin stiffened. “What did you do to them?!”

Silence.

“Hood, answer me!”

“Nothing…yet. But I don’t have to do anything. I just need to wait for Agent A to call and inquire about them. When he realizes you don’t have them and missed me taking them because you’re in serious need of a nap…then I’ll strike.” He chuckled. “See you later, sleep-hater.”

Red Robin fumed as the call dropped and angrily reconnected. “Bring them to me untouched by 10 o'clock am tomorrow or I’ll let Batman know what you did on Friday.”

A gasp. “You wouldn’t!”

“I would,” replied Red Robin icily. “I have photo proof. Your helmet’s too bright.”

Muttering broke off. “Deal. 10 am tomorrow…mostly intact goods. Pleasure doing business, Alvin.”

●○●○●○●○●○●

The Titans were only muted one-sidedly. RR couldn’t hear them but they could hear him, as well as Red Hood’s phone-in. Apparently the villain even knew Red Robin’s name, which was kept strictly under wraps.

Red Hood had…other Bats? People close to Alvin at any rate, they assumed.

The Titans prepared for Red Hood’s visit, getting into position ahead of Red, who was typing away on a case in his room.

Red Hood sauntered into the tower, dufflebag in hand and helmet on head. He made his way familiarly to Alvin’s room and tossed a knife at shoulder height that Al easily caught. “Computer reflection.”

“That’s why I threw it,” replied Hood blandly. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“Package?” Demanded Al, irritable.

Red Hood opened the duffle and the Titans tensed, remembering the stories they’d heard about his career beginning. But the Rogue only withdrew a cardboard box and handed it to Al, who opened it eagerly.

Al’s phone rang and Hood snatched it up, answering it first despite Al’s grabs for the device. “‘Lo?”

“Red Robin,” an older Brit said warmly.

“Hey, Agent A. Thanks for the box!” Hurriedly Alvin crammed something from the box into his mouth. “Best batch yet, love the spicing. More…nutmeg?”

“Ginger. Are you only eating them now?”

“Uh…” Al twisted and gave Red Hood a deer-in-the-headlights look. “No?”

“Red Robin,” said Agent A warningly.

Al huffed. “Hood stole them and held them hostage!”

“Master Hood, I believe Red Robin is suffering from severe sleep deprivation, if he did not miss my weekly package. You have my blessing.”

“Thanks, A, you’re the best!” Red Hood hung up and swung Al into a bridal carry. “Tap your heels, baby bird, to the Cave we go!”

“Noo, I don’t wanna,” whined Al. “I promise I’ll sleep here! Don’t take me to 'Wing and the brat–they’ll smother me and lecture meeee….”

“Fine. Since you’re going without a fight, I’ll let you off easy. I’ll take you to my safe house and cook for you instead. But you’re only getting my stir-fry if you sleep without my help.”

Alvin sulked. “Fine.”

Red Hood grabbed the duffle and hoisted Al into a shoulder carry. “Set the zeta for Gotham to the East End, it's closer to my safe house than the Bristol one.”

“All ready,” Alvin announced after fiddling with his wrist computer for a moment. He spanked Hood, asking, “What’re you waiting for? Let go or let’s go!”

“Rude, Replacement. What’re you telling the Titans?”

Alvin shrugged. “Never told 'em you were coming. They should still be training so let’s go. I’ll text them later.”

Hood exited Al’s room with Red Robin and the duffle, stepping out to face the lined up Titans. “Baby League,” he greeted.

“Red Hood,” said Superboy. “Why do you get along so well with Red?”

“None of your beeswax,” snapped Hood. “Let us through.”

“Not until you tell us why,” Aqualad negotiated.

“His grandfather gave me permission to knock him out so he’d sleep, because he hasn’t in at least 4 days. Baby bird knows that if he goes quietly, things are better for him. Now let me through.”

“Pardon me if I don’t believe you,” sniffed Superboy.

“Then don’t. Not like you can tell from my heart rate if I’m lying, anyways.”

Al squirmed and Hood let him down to face his teammates. “It’s okay, guys. Hood regularly kidnaps me to force me to sleep.”

“You’re serious,” Wondergirl said flatly.

“No, I’m threatening him,” said Hood. Al jabbed Hood’s chest with his elbow.

“Stop tormenting them, Hoody. Look, it’s fine. Hood’s my brother.”

…

When the Titans collected their thoughts, Aqualad asked, “Does Batman know?”

Hood snorted. “B’s well aware of his problem child. He’s the one who kidnapped me when I stole the Batmobile’s tires.”

“Didn’t the second Robin do that?” Wondergirl frowned at Alvin.

“My reputation precedes me,” said Hood mockingly. “Robin 2 at your service.” He bowed theatrically, ignoring Al’s mutter of “dramatic theatre nerds”.

“But I thought you–” Superboy stopped.

“Yeah, say the d-word; I don’t care. I died, got better, yadayadaya. Can I complete my Robin-napping now?”

The Titans stepped aside in silence.

Three days later Alvin came back, well-rested and happier, and they all pretended like nothing had happened, even though it killed some of them (*cough* Kid Flash *cough*).

#ali writes #titan's tower au (with a twist) #fic

[arkhamsrevenge]

You took my book.

Batman stole your favorite book and Jason helps you get it back.

“I came here for my book.” I spoke. “Not so you can introduce me to another son.” Bruce blinked, showing no emotion. Jason, the son I was now getting introduced to was leaning against one of the marble walls in a black T-shirt and jeans. His eyes were burning right through me. The weather was muggy and gross as always in Gotham. I was on my way to Starr City when I was alerted that someone had entered my home. One look at the security camera confirmed it. But it was not what I expected. Batman had broken in and stolen my copy of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein. Why? Who knows?

“I thought since you both liked classics you could get to talking.” My eyes flickered to Jason who is just as confused as I am.

“Are you having some kind of mental breakdown?” I asked genuinely concerned.

Bruce let a small smile peak through his scowl. “No. My mental health is not in jeopardy, I sure you.” Jason finally stood up and started to walk away. I thought he was going to leave until,

“I know where he put your book. Come on.” With that he continues walking. I looked back at Bruce who had an odd look on his face. I didn’t push further and followed Jason. He took me into the BIGGEST library I’d ever seen, a house host. The shelves were almost to the ceiling. With paintings and tapestries all over, covering the walls. Golden, GOLDEN, pillars were holding this part of the manor up. Apparently, I stood in the massive wooden polished doorway, with my jaw on the floor a little too long.

“Do you want to get your book back or...?” My eyes fell on Jason, who had a peaceful look on his face. The library must do that for him.

“Yeah...is this place organized by the author's last name?” Jason nodded. “Cool. That makes this a lot easier.” I walked by Jason a little cautiously as he hadn’t taken his eyes off me since I got here. He seemed so guarded. Like I’d attack him at any minute. “Are...you, OK?” I asked. Jason’s eyes lit up in surprise at my question.

“Yeah. Just...get your book so you can go.” I opened my mouth to make a snarky remark but didn’t. I held out my hand as if calling my book and waited. The skin on my hand broke open, showing a glowing red underneath.

“Magic won’t work here.” I retracted my hand, turning it normal, turning to Jason waiting further explanation. “Zatanna's doing. Bruce asked her to. Lots of important documents are in here. Didn’t want...”

I inhaled, “Me to be able to take something. In case we had a falling out again I assume.” Jason nodded.

“Yeah. He didn’t tell me what happened though.” I nodded.

“Wouldn’t have cared if he did.” I said walking to the ‘S’ section. Jason followed a little way behind. Like he purposefully was keeping his distance. “Is there a reason you’re acting like I’m going to burn this place down? Is it because I’m a witch or a bitch?” I tried to ease the tension. At this Jason breathed out a laugh.

“Sorry. Just a little annoyed. Didn’t mean to I was take it out on you.” I waved him off.

“You aren’t just, felt the tension. ‘S’ finally, ‘Sh’ is the next bit...he put it at the very top didn’t he.” I said seeing a book resting on top the giant shelf.

“That he did. I didn’t have the heart to tell you. I can get it if you’d like. You can’t fly up there anyway.” I chuckled. “If only. I’m pretty sure he keeps a tall latter somewhere...there.” I pushed the big silver latter over to the shelf.

“Not to offend you but I still don’t think you’re 4’11 ass is going to be able to reach even with the latter.” Jason joked. At least he’s getting a little more comfortable around me.

“5’2 actually.” I shot back starting to climb. “And stop looking at my ass.” I flashed him a cheeky smile as he rolled his eyes.

“No chance you’re 5’2.” He snickered.

“Wanna consult my medical records?” I said looking down at him. Jason didn’t say anything back, just watched me continue up. Finally, I reached the top of the bookshelf. My book was indeed there. I reached for it, able to grab the corner and inch it over to me. “Screw you. I got it.” I called down to Jason showing him my book now in my hands. He stood there shaking his head. I flipped through it to make sure it was indeed my copy. The notes I’d written on the mergers were all there and the bullet points I wrote on the pathological narcissism of the doctor were still in the back of the book. They were. I was satisfied that this was my copy. I held onto the railing and started to make my way back down, when I heard a metal squeak. The bad kind. I stayed still trying to assess where the damage was. Another squeak rang out, a screw had come loose, the left side of the latter had gone tumbling down and me along with it. Before I knew it, I was falling, fast. Gravity’s a bitch. I finally started to process what was happening about halfway down. This will break my neck...shit and Alfred is gonna be pissed about cleaning up the blood. I waited to hit the ground then. I landed in someone's arms. Jason’s arms. He had a panicked look on his face. My heart pounded in my ears as the adrenaline continued to run through me. My left arm rested around his neck while his right arm supported my back, the other under my legs. Every inch of me felt like it was electrified. After at least 10 minutes of heavy breathing and us just looking at each other I spoke.

“Nice catch.” It came out as a whisper. Jason opened his mouth to respond when Bruce, Tim and Dick came running in.

“Is everyone....” Bruce started before seeing his son holding me. Bridal style. Oh boy.

Dick, always the sarcastic started to snicker with Tim.

“Are we interrupting?” I felt my cheeks turning red, suddenly becoming hyper aware of where Jason’s arms were and how close he was to me. Jason, clearly feeling the same, lowered me down and looked away, trying to hide the pink tint his cheeks were starting to get.

“We’re fine...the latter broke when I was trying to get my book. Jason...caught me.” I explained going to pick up my book. “Bonus points, books not damaged.” I brushed off the dust that accumulated on it from the fall. “I’ll uh...be going now. I gotta meet Barry in Starr City...like two hours ago.” Dick and Tim gestured as if to say, “right this way m’lady” I gave them the middle finger. Looking up Dick burst out laughing at something behind me and Tim held him up from falling to his feet. I turned to see Jason, red as a tomato now. Trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Shut up Dick before I make you.” Jason said trying to sound threatening but ended up making Dick laugh harder.

“I’m-I’m sorry Little Wing bu-but you’re BRIGHT RED! YOU MATCH YOUR HELMET!” Tim then started to laugh along with Dick. I on the other hand had to get going. I rolled my eyes at the laughing Batboys and turned to Bruce.

“Don’t take my shit again...please.” I smiled lightly. Bruce nodded, looking at his sons all wrestling each other now in a big pile. Acting like kids, for once. I saw a ghost of a smile on his face. “Have a nice day, Bruce. And Jason?” I said a bit louder. The boys stopped wrestling for a second. “Thanks.” I smiled genuinely and started to walk away. I turned the corner, seeing Steph propped up against the wall.

“So are you just not going to tell them that Zatanna’s spell doesn’t work on you or did you just want to get closer to the Prince of Gotham?” She said smirking. I smiled not saying a word before rising my hand opening a portal and walking through to Starr City.

#jason peter todd #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood #batfam #jason todd fluff

[writtenjewels]

Genie part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Jason started asking him a lot of questions about being a genie. Salim took a long time in answering the first question-- what was the weirdest thing someone wished for-- because he wasn't sure what was considered “weird”. He gave several examples and felt that flutter inside him again when the answers made Jason laugh. Next Jason asked about some of the places Salim had been, and that took a long time in answering, too.

“Guess that's a perk of the job,” Jason mused. “You travel all over the world for free. I'm traveling on my own dime, which is why the hotel room I'm in is so shitty.” Salim didn't bother offering to take Jason on a free trip around the world; he already knew how Jason would respond.

Jason steered them toward an outdoor café where they sat to continue their conversation. Night was falling and their café had a beautiful view of the sun setting. Salim watched the colors shift from bright yellow to orange, nearly red. He didn't realize Jason was calling his name until he felt a touch on his shoulder.

“What do you wanna drink? The waiter's gonna be by soon.”

“Oh, I don't know.” On the rare times he was out of his vase long enough to need sustenance, he usually contented himself with water. But Jason was determined to not make wishes, so maybe it was all right to indulge a little. “Coffee,” he decided at last. “It smells good.”

The order was placed and Salim picked up the menu. He could ask for anything, he realized with a spinning head. His dreams showed him meals before but he never tasted any of them. He picked one at random and nearly moaned at the first bite. He sensed Jason watching him and glanced up, catching a warm smile on the human's face.

“You're fuckin' cute,” Jason told him. “Bet anything tastes good after five years.”

“I've never eaten anything before,” Salim confessed. “I've told you: the humans who woke me before make their wishes so quickly. And the magic in my vase keeps me sustained when I'm sleeping.”

“Jesus.” Jason frowned at his meal. He stabbed his fork into it and dropped it onto Salim's plate. “Try that.” Salim did and found it just as delicious as what he ordered. “Salim,” Jason spoke up. “Hasn't anyone ever tried wishing you free?”

“Yes.” Salim smiled remembering the human who wished it. “He was a young boy named Zain. Before him, I was kept by the same human and awoken once a year. Because of my magic, my master became a very powerful man, but he was not kind to his people. Zain stole my vase; he wished for my master to forget me, that all of his wealth and power would go back to how it was before he began wishing, and lastly for my freedom.”

“But it didn't work,” Jason argued. “You're still in that vase and you still gotta grant three wishes.”

“That's true,” Salim nodded. “But before Zain's wish, I was trapped by that ruler. The magic had no rule about who would wake me; he could keep rubbing my vase year after year and getting three more wishes. I was only granted a year because I lied to him and said I needed that time to rest and gather my magic. Thanks to Zain's wish, my vase moves to new hands every time. I've seen so much of the world.”

“And you wonder why I don't wanna wish,” Jason scowled. “Your magic fucked you over.”

Salim never thought of it like that. It had felt like freedom to him: a release from the one human he thought of as his master, a chance to see the world and meet new people. Salim knew he wouldn't be sitting here with Jason now if it wasn't for Zain's wish. He'd been awake all day and hadn't granted a single wish. Instead he walked with Jason and was enjoying food and coffee. His magic didn't “fuck him over”; it brought him here.

They finished the rest of their meal in silence. Afterward they went walking around again. Jason stopped to buy them both ice cream. Salim now understood why so many humans wished for food: it was all so delicious! They made it back to Jason's hotel room and Jason paused at the bathroom door.

“You wanna go first?” he offered. “It ain't a bath.” Salim didn't understand what the human meant at first. Then he remembered all his dreams of people washing themselves.

Inside the bathroom, Salim fiddled with the shower until he got water to come out. Standing there under the spray was the most luxurious feeling. He could have stayed under there all night if Jason didn't need his turn. Salim settled himself on the chair and watched the television while Jason washed up. This whole day was so strange to him. He wondered if he was still asleep and was dreaming all of this.

But he knew that couldn't be: in all of his dreams, he was an observer. He never got to participate. However Jason felt, he helped Salim enjoy these things. The human didn't seem as annoyed with Salim's presence. Maybe it was talking about Zain that brought this to mind, but Salim realized this was the first time since then that any human felt like a friend. Except his feelings for the two humans were very different. Zain never made Salim's insides flutter or cause Salim's heart to swell.

Jason exited the bathroom and Salim turned, feeling that swell in his heart looking at the human. Jason had changed clothes and was now wearing a worn shirt and sweatpants. His dark hair was still damp from the shower. Their eyes met and Jason gave him a little smile.

“You look pretty,” Salim told him. Jason went red and then he snorted, shaking his head.

“You got some sense of humor, Salim.” Salim wanted to insist but Jason was already looking away. “So... you should take the bed.”

“Take it where?”

“To sleep,” Jason clarified. “You take the bed. I can sleep on the floor.” Salim was confused; he only ever slept in his vase before. “I'd just feel weird makin' you sleep in that chair or on the floor,” Jason went on. His eyes darted to Salim briefly and then away.

“I'm not sure I need sleep,” Salim mused. “Not in the way you do.”

“Well, it's yours whenever.” Jason grabbed a pillow from the bed and dropped it on the floor, sitting on it next to Salim. Salim quickly understood what Jason meant about feeling weird and joined the human on the floor.

Salim shifted back into his normal dress. Jason eyed him but there was no annoyance in his gaze this time. The human's face was flushed red again, his look almost shy. Salim felt an unexplained urge to touch Jason. He moved his hand to cover Jason's. The human watched him with a strangely wary expression.

“Jason,” Salim began, but couldn't think of what else to say. The human truly was pretty: the shape of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the charming splash of freckles across his pale cheeks. Salim had no doubt seen pretty humans many times over the years but he didn't think much of it. With them it was all about granting wishes.

Jason didn't want wishes. Salim thought he didn't want the genie around at all, but that didn't seem the case. They stared at each other for a few heartbeats, then Jason pulled his hand away and wrapped his arms around his legs. The gesture gave Salim a strange pain in his heart.

And when he thought of Jason coming up with a wish that would send Salim away, that pain grew even more.

#salim othman #jason kolchek x salim othman #jason/salim #jason x salim #jason kolchek #jalim #house of ashes

[limmastyles]

I don’t understand why so many people are so confused about Olivia‘s desperation for people to pay attention to her. Olivia has been in the industry for 20 years. In her 20 years of being in Hollywood and being an actor she has only done one thing that people have really cared about and it was a booksmart. She landed that in over 15 years into her career. And the only reason why she got booksmart was because of her Jason‘s connections and the fact that she stole it. And remember Olivia was an actress for a really long time before she made the switch to direct it and the only reason why she made the switch to directing is because of the fact that she never went anywhere. She was in her mid-30s when she made that switch because of the Fact that she had been in the industry for 15 years and had never gotten a role that garnered her any fame. I want you to name one thing that Olivia Wilde has done in the last five years besides booksmart and don’t worry darling her work as an actress that has garnered her any success? You can’t. You look at other actors in her age group Emily blunt, Anne Hathaway, Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson, Amanda Seyfried and so many others. Those are all actresses who have done successful things in their career. Oscar nominated, Oscar-winning, Emmy award it, and the nominated actresses. Olivia was at a point in her career where she wasn’t a good enough after us to get the rolls that she wanted because of the fact that they were always going to find someone in her age group that was more acclaimed and a better actress than she was. Not to mention they were going to go with younger girls who are prettier, more talented and more relevant than she was. So that’s why she went to directing. after the minute successive booksmart she had a lot riding on don’t worry darling. Whether or not you’re an actor, a Director, or a singer your second project, your sophomore project has a lot riding on it. You can either redeem yourself if your first one was bad or you have to prove that you’re not a one hit wonder. Olivia had a lot riding on this movie and I don’t know why she was so reckless. Warner Bros. didn’t want to put more money into the movie so she had to invest some of her own money but also get Harry and his team to invest money, then coming up with the stunt. Olivia then really revelled in the Attention that she was getting in her priority shift it. Instead of promoting this movie she wanted to promote herself. and that’s where she messed up. And that’s where she fucked up. The second that the movie became her second priority is when everything started to go downhill. So now the one thing that made her relevant it’s no longer in her life. She was never a successful actress, her directing career is hanging by a thread who knows if studios are gonna wanna work with her, other actors and the fact that she has it have any projects going on at the moment and Harry is no longer contractually obligated to be around her. Olivia was never good enough and the one thing that gave her the fame that she was so desperately wanting is no longer with her she’s doing anything to grasp on to the fame and success that she felt that she had. Fame is a drug and Olivia was addicted to the fame that Harry gave her and is doing anything she can to continue to hold onto it. But again no one cares anymore, the second that break up article came out people stopped caring about her gym paparazzi walks, people stopped caring about defending her, people stopped caring about don’t worry darling. People stopped caring about Olivia Wilde. She’s upset, she’s doesn’t understand that she was never good enough for people to pay attention to her and she still thinks that people will want to pay attention to her without Harry . Jason has had one of the best career comebacks I have ever seen and Olivia could have done the exact same thing. If she focussed on making the movie as best as she could, keeping a good relationship with her actors and having an amazing press tour she could have done so but didn’t because she’s a moron

I LOVE YOU!

#fauxlivia #holivia stunt

[troglobite]

once again pls make no comments to me abt the shows i watch lol

ppl literally are so angry that the show is focusing on zava and shandy and these "awful" storylines abt rebecca's fertility & motherhood, and this "nonsense" w keeley and jack

and i'm just like

hey have you ever considered that these are fictionally real people with real lives who make and have plenty of relationships that don't fit within the core cast of a fucking sitcom?

and that season three is deliberately exploring that?

and using new characters as ways to introduce and explore different themes and areas of growth for the main cast?

have you ever considered that a show that is only 3 seasons and has had clear goals and plans FROM THE BEGINNING would be doing these things deliberately and that maybe you should just trust that they know what they're doing? bc this isn't a fucking show that dragged on for 15 unnecessary seasons--

it's a show that, like very few others, like the good place and gravity falls (bizarre to put those together and also w ted lasso lol), has planned its ending since it began.

i don't watch many interviews bc they're often Weird

but in one that i did watch, jason literally mentioned that jeremy's audition for higgins included him with a goatee, and at some point he found out that he played standup bass in a jazz band

and he went "perfect, that'll be perfect for higgins' storyline at the end of season 1"

like.

nothing in this show comes out of nowhere

this is all so clearly signposted.

like for example you wanna rag on rebecca for being "hung up" on rupert?

HE is hung up on HER.

season one AND two, and even NOW, everything he does is just to piss her off and try to make her retaliate.

i mean come the fuck on

he went and dated the youngest available woman he could find at the charity thing in episode FOUR of season one

they ended up dating and getting engaged

he used her to buy shares in richmond

when that didn't work, he fucking bought west ham

he stole nate, not because he actually believed in his ability to coach (though that was a bonus), but bc he saw him as a tool to use to HURT REBECCA AND TED AND EVERYBODY AT RICHMOND.

there is a scenario where, by doing this, he gets richmond back--which is what he wants, alongside hurting rebecca.

we just don't SEE it as much as we see REBECCA being "hung up" on it all, bc, y'know, HE'S NOT A MEMBER OF THE MAIN CAST. we don't get his pov!

rebecca's growth is counter to rupert's lack thereof. he's cheating--AGAIN. he got the youngest, prettiest woman--even NAMED rebecca. he decided to have kids. he bought a different football club. he should be thrilled. and instead he's cheating, bc that's just what he does. old habits.

rebecca is still trying to change. she's going through different phases, but she's trying to figure out what it is that SHE wants.

rupert just follows his first instinct, without fail, and doesn't really care abt anyone or anything else. manipulation to get it every time.

and that is. clear. from the beginning.

he's not just doing things and oh side benefit, it hurts rebecca.

he is doing things SPECIFICALLY TO HURT HER.

fuck idk why i got stuck on this tangent.

anyway the point being.

these ~pointless side characters~

someone literally said that the first 4 episodes "meant nothing/are pointless" now and i'm like ??? in what universe.

zava highlighted how out of touch ted is, beard's and roy's obsession w winning at any cost and also being out of touch in different ways, jamie's incredible growth and insight, and the vulnerability of the players on the team to be led easily astray or distracted by bright pretty things. it all culminates in ted tearing up the believe sign--he's right, and this will likely lead to him being More Involved, and as someone else suggested, possibly leaving back to kansas thinking it's what he wants, before returning and realizing he wants to be in england.

zava may also end up factoring into stories in other ways. his presence and now absence will have a lasting effect on how the players are evaluated, how the media reports on them, specifically colin's own difficulties with confidence, etc.

shandy, as well. her story is SO far from over, in my opinion. keeley has a lot to learn, and she wasn't able to teach just yet. shandy also (along w the lamb and shit thing) is sort of like--sometimes a cute face disguises a problem. i definitely think there's more, bc i can't put in a pin in shandy's story, yet. given that it happened in the same episode as keeley and jack, i'm interested to see where it goes. her think w the star fckr? like come on. she is ABSOLUTELY going to be involved in SOMETHING later in the season. for better or worse! it'll be compelling to see what happens, there.

but her presence wasn't "pointless", not least bc i don't think she's permanently gone.

oh also, zava was the catalyst for getting roy and jamie together to help train jamie even harder. that builds their relationship and jamie's confidence AND skill. it shows they both have commitment to this.

jack is the most intriguing! i hadn't thought abt it but someone mentioned that she might be jane's sister. which, i mean, their names ARE similar, and they look similar, it would make sense.

regardless, keeley isn't going to end up w jack--it would be odd for a latecomer to end up being part of a main cast member relationship.

HOWEVER this affords keeley some more opportunities for growth. had she KNOWN she was bi before this? was she a bisexual woman who hadn't really been w women much? it happens! it's common! straight men are just easier to find in a lot of cases, esp w the crowds she typically runs in, y'know?

and beyond that, how does keeley feel abt this? she's still hurt abt things w roy. she said as much. clearly this is a sort of rebound situation. it's nothing serious, but it is serious thematically and in terms of character development.

jack will be part of exploring what it means to be professional, finding her own identity as a businesswoman, finding her own identity in herself, leaning into that even more, exploring vulnerability and power dynamics. like it is RIPE with opportunities. and i do mean ripe.

also colin is so clearly not forgotten. keeley and roy are so clearly not forgotten (she literally wasn't able to talk abt him w jack! she said so!).

also how and why did jack know that keeley and jamie had dated, but not keeley and roy? SEE? THERE ARE MORE THINGS THERE TO BE TEASED APART AND SEE LATER IN THE SEASON.

and ted truly has felt detached from a lot of things.

also i can vouch for his persistent lack of detailed knowledge abt the rules of the game: i have watched figure skating my entire life, and i still cannot tell ANY steps apart. i can barely tell pattern dances apart. the best i can do is identify some spin positions and correct positions for jumps, and i had to study v hard to get that. even though i know the names of these things and have read rule books and watched for years--if someone like beard and roy were there for me and i could focu son some other shit. i simply would. ted DOES have knowledge of the game. it's just not the nitty gritty details. he's picked up plenty. knows positions and formations and strategy. but christ the offside rule is confusing and it's a funny running joke.

ANYWAY.

i agree w everyone that i need roy to unpack his anger issues. he's been toxic abt it for the whole show.

and i just KNOW something is going to come up and make him do a 180, bc it's a veneer for something else.

it'll be VERY interesting to see it teased apart.

but trent dropped his mug and EVEN BEARD WAS SHOCKED by what roy was describing.

and i mean, given their dynamic, it does feel partly like roy hamming it up for an audience.

at the same time, he's speaking from SOME kind of experience.

and we STILL don't know why he broke up with keeley and how that conversation went down.

i'm sure that'll come out in the next episode? truths unlocked for many? YES PLEASE. lol

anyway i find it incredible that on a show like this, ppl don't trust the writers to know what they're doing.

or on a show like this, ppl are annoyed and only focused on Ship Stuff.

meanwhile i feel confident that both ted and rebecca will end up single and in a different situation, and that'll be the healthy resolution they need in their stories. lol

for everyone, their fulfillment lies OUTSIDE of romantic relationships.

everyone's al jaw;efhalskdjf alsdkfj abt rebecca and keeley and them being "distracted" by relationships.

have we maybe considered that that's part of their journeys of self-discovery? that maybe they, as characters, are hung up on what it means to be single or in a relationship? to be alone? and that their stories right now and reckoning with those fears and needs and desires?

can they maybe be allowed to be complicated messy women who are BOTH in situations that put them under a LOT of pressure and misogyny? are they not allowed to like, actually cope w that in real fucking ways?

idfk man.

if the story feels real and honest to me, i sort of don't give a shit if it's ~perfectly feminist~

i'd rather have fictional women who feel real (it was established IN SEASON ONE that rebecca always wanted kids! that is a NORMAL AND COMMON THING for MANY people!) than fictional women who fit some bizarre perfect ideal of feminism

also unrelated to all of this but

if that IS a picture of trent crimm's daughter on his desk--

is she standing ALONE?

and if so--

[stares in GAY]

i'm just saying! she's SO YOUNG! at HIS age? and NO mention of ANY other parent?!

AAAAANNNNNDDDDDDD

in SEASON ONE ted was TALKING to her and PROMISED HER COOKIES!! AND DECORATED THEM FOR HER!!!!!!!

i'm just saying this all screams Extremely Gay Single Dad Energy and i LOVE it.

please, more gay little mugs and ways of standing and your old shoes and band and concert t-shirts and your fancy snazzy little jackets and your ~cool~ bag, trent crimm. thank you. lol

okay i need to rid myself of this brainrot. i need to stop engaging w shit online. lol it's not doing great things for my brain.

i regret beginning to read fanfic for this show, as well, even though there are some good writers. lol

but truly the amount of ppl convinced that ted and rebecca are endgame. and here i am like [stares in 'the rest of the show has not been building to that and i will eat my arm if it ends up being true']

*this is not a legally binding contract and i will not actually eat my arm if, SOMEHOW, it is true.

the only compelling "evidence" i've seen is apparently hannah liking a tweet that Implied Something abt it

and even then i'm like

please, actors LOOOOOVE liking tweets where they 1. don't understand the implications or context, or 2. get to engage w fun fan theories and shipping bc they like the characters, too, and it's fun.

//shrug.

idk

anyway.

fucking christ i need to sleep

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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[claraswritings]

Inside Your Mind

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem Reader- Set post-S3 (and post-Endgame as it is a sort of sequel to Loving You is Easy but also kinda it’s own thing.

Warning: some violence from a random gang member, language, some angsty thoughts, fluff, mentions of Soulmate marks, soft Matt. Mentions of the black costume and the red suit because he’s hot in both 🥵

**This is long… i thought it wouldn’t be but it’s 9.8k and if you spot the Easter egg you get all the love **

***

“So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here… you wanna get out of here?” The man who’d been staring unblinking at you had decided to make his move and slide down the bar, causing the urge for you to roll your eyes to surge.

“Thats nice of you to offer but…I like it here…and I already have my soulmate” You gestured over at the table.

“Which one? Scarf, the other chick, or…,” the man attempted to pry.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt was at your side right on cue, as if he’d appeared from nowhere, cane tucked under his arm and beer bottle in hand. “Did you need a hand with your drink,”

His white shirt sleeves were rolled up, the top few buttons undone as his tie hung loosely around his neck, his dark glasses framing his face and his hair tousled from running his fingers through it after a busy day. You lingered over him for a moment, thinking how lucky you’d got that he, of all people was your soulmate.

After years of accepting you’d probably never find your soulmate, he’d found you and now you were inseparable. That’s how it had been since a few months ago when he’d told you he loved you. You’d never even thought you had a soulmate until Matt felt his name on you and confirmed he was yours as you were his. Out of the corner of your eye, you stole another glance at him, you’d have liked nothing more than make your excuses and leave to take him home for some alone time. As if he could read your mind, he pulled you in to him.

“Hey Matty,” you tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering a second longer than usual for a peck. You linked in at his arm and squeezed gently.

“He’s your boyfriend?” The man jerked a thumb at Matt. “Him? Really? just…,”

“You know I’m blind, not deaf,” Matt made one of his usual jokes but his tone was flat as he cut the man off, showing he was less than impressed with the guys sad attempt at flirting. “I can hear you,”

“Oh no dude, that’s not what I’m getting at, you can have hot chicks too… just…really? She’s your soulmate,” he waved a hand at Matt, who just nodded “what are you, man? What do you do? I’m in banking,”

“Lawyer,” Matt’s grip on the glass tightened and you placed a reassuring hand on his arm.

“Landman and Zack?” Jason suggested “I’ve seen their offices, nice views,”

“No, I don’t care much for views,” Matts tone was deadpan and you could hear Foggy and Karen trying not to laugh from the booth behind you.

“Surely the best firms are the ones that defend good people, Matt’s being modest,” you said proudly and Matt grinned.“He has his own firm, He’s the best lawyer in the city” you leant on his arm, and snuck another glance up at him.

“Joint best,” you heard Foggy call from the table, only for Karen to gently kick him. She shushed him and had now completely turned to face the conversation and was listening intently, enjoying how Jason was turning pale.

“Oh…” he shot a glance to Foggy and back to Matt “Yeah yeah I recognise you, I’ve seen you guys…Fisk case…and the Castle one right?”

“Yeah and my Matt also won a lawsuit against a pharmaceutical company. Got this kid and his family 11 million,”

Matt grinned down at you. It was sweet how proud you were of him.

The other man looked like he was considering his next move “Well great… if things go wrong…I’ve been Jason.” He gestured to himself with both hands. The man held out a napkin presumably with his number on it and he winked at you, somewhat shocking you with his audacity.

You didn’t take it. You just waited awkwardly for him to lower his hand. When he didn’t, Matt moved his arm quickly in a fake stretch and “accidentally” knocked over an abandoned bottle, discarded on the sticky surface of an uncleaned table. You savoured the panic on Jason’s face when Matt reached for the napkin and used it to mop up the spillage, blurring Jason’s number into unreadable blue mush.

“Clumsy me,” Matt smiled at Jason, so politely the other man couldn’t quite react when in any other way other than stunned silence, moving backwards from his spot. “I’m always knocking things over. Happens a lot…obviously,” he lied and gestured at his red glasses. “I’ll reimburse you…”

“Erm…never mind, see you around man.” Jason turned and left, tossing a few bills onto the top of the bar before exiting.

“What an asshole?” You let out a low whistle.

“An asshole that was flirting with you,” Matt stated after he heard the door open and close before he let you lead him back to the table. He trusted you, but still he felt a little jealous. The heart rates of a few of the other patrons. The body temperature of the girl by the door, her cheeks flushed, the creaks of turning necks to watch the man exit, he could guess Jason was attractive but, he wanted your opinion. You…you seemed unbothered but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Is he good looking…”

You let him slide in first then followed him into the booth and cosying into the crook of his arm and slipping a hand onto his thigh. “Ehh,” you shrugged against him “he’s no Matt Murdock.”

Matt smiled at you, cheeks creasing into dimples at your compliment, as you continued “Why I would want anyone else when I already have the most handsome man in the city,” you pecked the corner of his lips and reached up to straighten his collar out. You loved being casually close with him, it was so obvious that Matt hadn’t been used to the casual affection you offered him, and you were all too happy to make up for any lost time.

“Guys, we are still here you know,” Foggy rolled his eyes “You two are sickeningly sweet, I think I might throw up and it’s not from the communal peanut bowl,”

Matt crinkled his nose “Foggy, man, please tell me you don’t eat those,” he tilted his bottle at the bar “I’ve…,” he stopped himself “you’ve been coming here long enough to know that’s a bad idea, half the people here probably don’t wash their hands,”

A quirk of the eyebrow between the friends was all it took to get the message home. He’d been in the mens enough times to suss out that the footsteps, the opening and closing of the door and the flushing did not match the number of times the tap went.

“Urgh, That is so gross,” Karen frowned “I mean I know the health rating isn’t great but, urgh” she shook her head with a shudder as if trying to shrug off the idea before going back to her drink, lifting it off the slightly sticky table. “I’m gonna need another one of these to forget I heard that,”

“Going back gross…,” Foggy held up a hand “Are me and Marci that bad? We’re not that bad,” he looked to Karen for reassurance. “Are we?”

“She calls you Foggy Bear…in public,” Karen pointed out with a smile “so yes, if anything you’re worse,”

“I suppose…Given Matt’s luck with dating, I was half expecting his soulmate to be crazy,” Foggy joked “I’m too young to have Matts girlfriend induced gray hairs,”

“I’ll try not to grey up your hair,” You laughed. “Although I’m sure you’d pull it off,”

Matt crossed his arms “Come on, man,”

“What I’m serious, I’m happy for you buddy, you two have got a good thing going, Should I be buying a hat? Planning a speech? Should we be saving the date?”

Realising he’d probably said too much, he went quiet.

“Oh please,” Matt sighed after a few seconds of silence “Like I’d would let you give a speech, the kind of stuff you’d say would not be appropriate,”

“Cause I have it all planned out…can I at least tell the one about how we wanted to impress those cute girls at college so you pretended you could drive and I had to pretend I was just ‘giving directions?’ and you wrote off my uncles new car…”

You let out a snort “you did not, you pair of idiots,”

“I was nineteen,” Matt protested, shrugging so dramatically, beer sloshed against the glass edge. “We all did stupid stuff at nineteen,”

“Not try to drive a car blind stupid,” You laughed. “And I’m sure Karen will vouch for me that you two definitely still do stupid stuff,” you waggled a finger between them.

“Yeeeeah,” Karen took a sip of her drink then nodded. “You’re right,”

“Oh I see how that is? Girls sticking together right?”

“Yeah,” you quipped “actually call Marci, so we out number you boys,” you leant back onto Matt and he draped an arm around you.

“Only if Karen calls Frank,”

“Oh you’re pulling the Punisher card?” Your eyebrows rose and fell as you took a sip from your bottle “You know what,” you said and pointed your drink at Karen’s phone “I don’t care, call him, I’ll beat him at pool too, you up for a little guys v girls, Nelson?” You teased. “Winner buys the drinks? All night?”

“Ah you are ruthless! But… ,” Foggy pretended to be considering it “Deal,” he stuck out his hand, which you shook with flair “Murdock, you in?”

Matt couldn’t help himself, a grin split across his lips. This, this was exactly what he needed. You fit perfectly into his life, it was like it had always been this way.

“Hey, Matty,” you nudged him “Am I showing you up at pool now or later, you in?”

He nodded “Be right there, sweetheart,”

***a few days later***

“You wanna dance with me Matty,”

You walked around the kitchen counter, to stand in front of him on the sofa. Reaching for him, you took his hand and helped him up, The tables was a mess of his red glasses, empty coffee cups, a book you’d been reading and notes. Lots and lots of notes. You couldn’t understand the notes, obviously, but given the vast amount of them, you knew he’d been deep in research.

A power ballad, some soft uptempo song from a 90s movie, poured from the record player in the corner and you linked his hands with yours and playfully moved to the song.

“You’ve worked enough today, gorgeous,” you kissed him. You had listened to him deliver his opening statement, present a case, and pose points to a hypothetical witness. Matt had a list of counters the prosecution might make and had you suggest them so he could disprove each and every one. You’d been so excited and happy for him when he nailed it that you’d actually given a little clap and kissed him once he was finished.

“You guys are going to win, Matty, I’m so proud of you, Mr. Lopez will be cleared tomorrow,” you swayed, swinging your interlocked hands before stepping in closer, his hand on your hips, yours on his shoulders “you’ve done so good,”

“I hope so,” he sighed. “He’s innocent, I know he is, he’s being set up,”

You reached up and brushed his fluffy dark hair with your fingers. “See, this is just one reason why I love you so much, you have so much faith in people. You’re so good for this city, we need people like you, people who want to stick up for the underdog, who defend the people that society forgets about like Mr Lopez, that protect us all from the shit that-,”

Matt had surged forward and kissed you passionately at that. You’d hardly had a chance to close your eyes before you could feel the heat of his face and the taste of his lips. His hands had moved, one finding its way in your hair, other one reaching under your shirt to stroke circles on your back as he pulled you tight against him.

It was messy and firm and loving all in one…you couldn’t have known how much your reassurance meant in more than one aspect of his life, but like always it was like you knew exactly what he needed to hear, for all sides of himself. Matt, would sometimes wonder if you had a window into his heart with how you gave him exactly what he needed.

“What’s that for?” You teased once you’d parted lips, heat creeping up your neck “Not that I don’t like you kissing me,”

The flashing neon billboard dancing colours through the glass, across the floor and illuminating his handsome features. It had come to be oddly comforting. It was soothing to watch. In this moment, it felt like your own private dance floor.

“Just…you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” Matt told you with a soft smirk but you could see the gentleness behind it. You moved your hand up to cup his cheek. “Ever.” He emphasised and leant a little forward, you took this as a sign to take another kiss “How did someone like me get someone like you,”

“Matty, you’re the best man I’ve ever known,” you laughed as he spun you under his arm to the music then released and pulled you back to him, your hands against his muscular chest.

“Am I?” Matts reply was half rhetorical half serious.

“Yes, how could you not be,”

“I told you before, sweetheart, chaos tends to follow me, I’m not always a good person, I bring danger to everyone I love,”

“That doesn’t make you a bad person, I don’t think anyone is always good…” you joked then seeing he looked somewhat serious, you ran your hand over his tee shirt and tiptoed to move your arms around to the back of his neck and stroke where his hair met his skin and savoured how he melted into your touch.

“But…” if you’re so dangerous, why do I only feel safe when I’m with you,” your voice was low, quiet, so close to a whisper even though you were alone.

Matt closed his eyes and pressed his forehead down to yours, letting everything about you sink in, he wanted to memorise every part of you, like he still feared he’d face some sick punishment and you’d disappear. He savoured the calm, stillness of your heartbeat. Letting it rest in his ears, before. He’d long since memorised the thrum but this was all he wanted. Home was you.

Almost there and then, he almost told you, but he couldn’t find the words and push them past the lump in his throat for fear he’d ruin this perfect moment.

The record had changed to a slower tempo love song. The kind reserved for first dances and Matt found his mind drift, to a hopeful image of the future.

Matt’s mind had went back to his best friends joke from a few nights prior, a typical Foggy quip that everyone else had no doubt forgotten but that had left a trace lingering in Matts thoughts, that was now being pushed forward by the ballad gently playing

He thought of you in a beautiful flowing dress, dancing. At your wedding…to him, he hoped. He’d thought about how he’d ask you, maybe he’d go classic and book a nice restaurant under the guise of a special occasion, or maybe he’d rope Marci and Karen in for a surprise, how he’d want to have a moment alone with you before the ceremony so he could trace every detail of your dress, what kind of flowers you’d have, his favourites with yours, how you’d tie his neck tie for him- you knew he was capable, you never treated him like he was any different but you liked doing it for him and he liked the gesture, he’d dip kiss you in front of the witnesses, he’d carry you over the threshold and you’d spend the night tangled together the way you did many many previous nights before.

“Penny for your thoughts, gorgeous,” you reached for his cheek and tilted his face down so you could look into his eyes. You didn’t care that he couldn’t see, to you, Matt Murdock had the most beautiful eyes you’d ever looked into.

“What kind of wedding would you want”,.

“I never really thought about it…I didn’t think I had a soulmate…but I suppose I like the idea of something small,” You swayed gently and Matt lifted his arm to twirl you as you considered the question “Eloping or a traditional church wedding or in gardens or something, or a courthouse, I’d want something small,”

“Sounds beautiful. I think id want the same,” Matt agreed as you wound up facing him again, your free hand against his chest “Church wedding, garden reception, in the fall,”

You hummed in agreement “Just me, you and a couple of witnesses, Maybe Foggy could finally wear that hat,”

“Me?” Matt tilted his head. “I’m…I’m the one you’re marrying? I mean obviously you’re it for me but-,”

“Duh. Who else would I want,” you reached up, running your fingers up and down his neck, then resting where you knew your name lingered, over his collarbone, and where Matt knew you stayed, in his heart. “I am yours, you are mine, forever and ever baby,”

“Im going to kiss you now,” he smiled playfully at you, linking your hands together with his and pulling your arms apart before he leant in between them and pressed his lips to yours passionately “and again” he muttered against you, his hands moving, one to your hip, the other to tilt your face up to give him better access to deepen the kiss.

It never failed to amaze how well he knew your lips. He stopped “and again,” he went back for a longer kiss, pulling your hair back with his free hand so your face tilted more, and moving back until he could drop down onto the sofa and pull you down beside him until you landed. Matt half laying down, you lazily on top of himself

“I could kiss you for the rest of my life,” he said smiling into your cheek, before running his thumb over his name on your collarbone as if you reassure himself it was, that you were, still there.

You ran your hand up and under his shirt

“Tonight’s a start,”

***the next day***

Matt had gotten used to listening into you. So much so that it was like he could tune into you within seconds, switch right into you like a radio frequency.

This time, this evening you sounded…different. He’d never heard you like this. You were alone, except for one other person, another man. You were, almost nervous, clearly you wanted this last patron gone. Your heart was beating faster, more rapidly than he’d ever heard it. This wasn’t nerves or anxiety or stress, this was you, scared.

Something about the man’s still, calm breaths was putting Matt on edge. He could hear…something. Something scraping against fabric. The holster against the man’s hip. The metal smell in the air. The man alone with you was armed. The four of you had agreed to meet at Matt’s and you, were already uncharacteristically 10 minutes late

“I have to go,” Matt spoke suddenly “she’s in trouble,”

“What?” Foggy and Karen spoke at once from their spot on his sofa.

“Her breathings erratic, her heart rates spiking and the only other person in the cafe is armed,”

“Woah Matt, slow down…Maybe it’s a cop? Brett drops in on Fridays right?” Foggy tried to calm his friend down by walking over to him and placing a careful hand on his shoulder “I’ll call him, get him to walk her up,”

“It’s…it’s not Brett, this guy isn’t a cop,” Matt pushed his hair back. “Why am I still here, I need to get changed” he tried to calm his breathing “I won’t let anything happen to her,”

On top of the dreams Matt had about you as his wife. He also had the ones about you covered in blood.

The boiling hot copper taste and smell he’d never be able to erase, covering everything about you wholly until all that was left of you was blood. It would drown out the way you spoke, muffle your favourite perfume, suffocate your laugh, burn away the way you’d leant down to kiss him when he’d lie in your lap, engulf how you’d wrap your legs around him when you were in bed together, even if you weren’t being intimate, and it would carve away how you knew the avenues of his mind like the back of your hand and all that would be left would be stains of red that would never ever be washed away.

“I have to…” Matt bit his lip and placed his hands on his hips “I have to…”

“Matt, Look I can go down, if-,” Karen offered.

He held up a hand “No, i can’t let you do that Karen, if you go rushing in, what if you both get hurt, then that’s on me for letting you,”

“And what if you get hurt and that’s how your girlfriend finds out about your hobby? You think I wanna tell her we kept this from you whilst you’re in the ICU?…” Foggy attempted to reason with him.

“It’s one guy with her, I can take him out…just wait here, put a change of clothes on the roof, I’ll get changed up there once I know she’s in the building then slip in via the roof access.”

“You do know how insane this sounds,” Foggy said pointedly. “You. Doing a costume change on the roof, all rather than just tell her. This can’t keep going Matt,”

“I swear I’m just going to go down and get her and I’ll be right back, I promise,”

“If you’re not back Murdock, and she starts asking questions…”

“Yeah I know, I’m counting on it,”

**

“We closed five minutes ago, Sir,” you called over your shoulder to your last remaining patron. A suited man typing away on a laptop only acknowledged you with a nod and nothing else. You set about pulling down the shutters, closing out the evening outside.

“You’re the owner, aren’t you, you’ve met with my employer, last week,”

You stood up and moved back to behind the counter before studying the man, trying to memorise his non descript face. What was it with gangs and getting the most boring looking lackeys. You assumed it was to make them harder to pick out of a line up. You remembered his employer, had come in asking for favours in exchange for ‘protection,’. Of course you had declined and now you sensed, he was sending in people for a third pitch.

Great.

“Yeah, why, Whats it to you,”

“You turned down an proposal from my employer,” the man closed his laptop and stood up, dusting off his suit and moving, “we offered you protection from the chaos of the Kitchen… little bakery, non-descript,” the man stopped and took a bite out of a chocolate walnut muffin “and…really good muffins…I’ll take some to go, by the way,” 

“Put that down. I’ll give you some to go but those are for the Feast shelter,” You didn’t move.

He wiped his mouth with his blazer sleeve. “For a reasonable sum… but you turned it down, my employer, is a gracious one, he came back with a counter, you allow us to host our meetings here, you speak nothing of it, and we don’t hire a gang to trash the place, and cut you up into pieces,”

“I’m aware. The reason I said no is because isn’t that racketeering, it’s illegal,”

“Big word for a pretty girl,” man helped himself to a second bite of the muffin “Lawyer boyfriend teach you that,”

Your heart dropped. How did this guy know about Matt “Leave him out of this,”

“Touched a nerve did I? Comply with what I say or I’ll be paying your boyfriend and his friends a little visit. Maybe I’ll start with blondie…or maybe the couple,”

“He won’t be scared of you, none of them would be... And if you try threaten a law firm the same way you threatened me, you’re as dumb as you are-,”

“Yeah don’t try me, girlie,” the man unholstered his weapon and held it casually in your direction. “Maybe after I’m done with them, I’ll go by Feast, visit your friend there,”

“I have a gun under the counter,” you chanced your arm with a lie. You moved as if you were going for a weapon but instead you flicked on your hot water boiler, low so he wouldn’t hear it slowly filling up the jug you’d positioned under it.

“No you don’t, any weapons sold in the Kitchen, illegal or legal, I know about it, so don’t play smart with me, or I’ll…” the man’s eyes darkened.

The rattling of the back door creaked and you jumped. Fuck. where you that nervous. You cursed for having left it open. Was back up coming? Your gaze flitted to the man who, for a moment, had turned his trained eye from you to the source of the sound.

“Someone else here?” He growled.

“No.” You said, matter of factly as your heart pumped in your ears. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Should have lied. “I thought maybe you’d brought back up, can’t handle a woman all by yourself?”

The boiler had stopped, you took a few steps forward again. The creaking came again. God, you hoped that nosey old woman who ran the newsagents next door had called the cops. The man looked again and took a few steps towards it, walking right by you in the process.

You took your chance. Fumbling, your hands found their way around the steaming jug, filled with scalding water and you flung it in the direction of your assailant before leaping over the counter and making a run for it.

The scream of pain gave you a clue that you’d at least somewhat hit the target, the man lunged at you, “you’ll regret that,” he gripped your shoulder and pulled you back from the door, slamming you hard against the window. “We’ve got you committing assault now, so you should really be reconsidering my offer,” he growled.

“Self defence, CCTV cameras,” you bit your tongue then laughed. You hoped he’d think you were crazy more than scared “god, I’m going to drag this all the way to court, and my Mattys going to have a field day, he’s gonna kick your ass,”

“Oh yeah we’ll just see about that,” the man clicked the safety off his gun and moved it to your jawbone. You squeezed your eyes shut preparing for the rush of death but before you could feel the cold metal, the weight of the man was thrown off you.

There was loud crashing, the sound of something heavy hitting a wall then a sudden, sharp, crack that made your stomach jolt. You didn’t want to open your eyes yet.

“You’re going to leave, and if you come here again, I will know…if you come near her again… I will know,” a man’s voice growled, much deeper than your attacker spoke. “Tell your friends, your employer, I am coming. Now leave or i’ll break your other arm,”

You heard it again. More crashing then…

“You should have gone while you had the chance. I don’t give second warnings,”

Another crack and a scream. More cracks. You waited - one, two, three, four - seconds before relaxing the tension, then five, six, seven, eight- before you opened your eyes.

Your assailant was gone, his weapon emptied on the floor. There was a broken table, a crack in the plaster of the wall, blood marking at about head height and…the Devil of Hells Kitchen, standing in your cafe, black mask obscuring the top half his face.

“Are you okay?” He asked but didn’t move, instead just gesturing to you.

“I think so…Are you?” You replied, a little stunned to see him in person, you knew New York was full of heroes and vigilantes and people who walked the line between the two but you never expected one to help you. “I have a first aid kit if-,”

He shook his head “No, I’m okay, I’ve had worse,” How sweet it was that your first thought was to ask if he was okay.

“Yeah I bet.” You raised your eyebrows “Thank you,”

“I’m sorry about…” he bit his tongue then gestured around “the mess,”

“Don’t worry, you saved my life,” you knotted your fingers through your hair. “What’s a broken table compared to my life,”

“You got somewhere you can go?”

You nodded “My…my boyfriends, I have a key,”

There was a beat, almost like your saviour was considering his words carefully “I’ll make sure you get there safe…If anyone follows you, I’ll be…,” he pointed upward. “just up there,”

“Thank you…” you repeated and squeezed the strap of your bag “And for the record, I never bought the bad stuff people said about you a couple of years ago, never believed it,”

It was killing him, holding back, staying just out of the dim streetlight peeking through the blinds. A part of him wanted to just pull the mask up and come straight out with it.

“I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear that,” and he gave you a smile

*

You were at Matt’s apartment block within a few minutes, as he followed you, directly above to make sure you were getting there safe.

The second he heard the main door slide back in to place, he ducked down behind the ledge and pulled out the sweatpants and casual t-shirt Foggy had left in a bag on the rooftop.

He could hear you rummaging in your bag for the key he’d given you, only seconds after he was done changing, he threw the roof access door open, almost sprinting down the stairs before sliding into position on a chair.

“Smooth,” Foggy replied with a raised eyebrow

“Holy shit, what happened to you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Karen stood up and turned as you entered, dropping your stuff in the hallway.

“Asshole with a briefcase just stuck a .22 in my face, all because I didn’t give them protection money, when they came around last week,” you muttered.

“What?” Matt was on his feet in an instant and over to you, pulling you into his arms and holding you there, “Oh sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me, I could have helped,” his hand stroked against your hair gently. He had to act like he’d didn’t know. “Are you okay?”

He waited until you nodded against him before he lead you over to the chair and sat you down, before perching himself on the edge of table facing you, still holding your hand.

“I’ll make you a hot drink,” Foggy clapped your shoulder and moved over to the kitchen

“I didn’t think it was anything…I thought it was just some douchebag wannabe gangster…I’ll call the police in the morning and file a report,” you drummed your fingers on the armrest.

“Yknow…” you paused “he was there…Daredevil… he erm, stopped that guy taking my head off,”

“Oh! That’s… lucky. What…happened,” Foggy asked and waited for you to look away before staring pointedly at Matt.

“I dunno,” you shrugged “I must have left the back door open. Guys like a ninja or something,” you let out a slight laugh “and i had my eyes shut for most of it,”

“And what happened to the guy with the gun,” Matt feigned ignorance. He knew the guy would be staggering back to whatever hideout he crawled out from, with two broken bones in each arm, a split lip, broken nose and a message from the Devil of Hells Kitchen for anyone else that might come for you.

“No idea,” you shrugged “but yknow I like that there’s he’s out there just looking out for the everyday person,” you shifted “sometimes It’s the only thing these scumbags understand… someone who talks their language but in the right way, this guy threatened me and tried to take the Feast muffins, whatever injuries he’s got, he probably deserved them,”

Matt felt himself freeze at that. Was that really how you saw him?

“I know Hells Kitchen has probably had enough with the vigilantes but If he wasn’t a good guy, he could have left me…” you glanced at Karen “Didn’t…didn’t he help you once,”

She nodded “Uh yeah, a while ago,” she gave you a slight smile.

“Have you always been such a…fan?” Foggy’s lip quirked as his eyes flicked over to Matt, watching his best friends reaction. “Or is this a recent thing,”

To you, it was checking him looking for Matts reaction to some other guy saving you.

“I mean sure, I guess, I mean…big deal he wears a mask, maybe he doesn’t want the attention, can’t say I blame the guy,”

“You should move in,”

The words were out of Matts mouth before he could even process them. He’d never regret asking you…just the logistics were…impractical. Never mind, he’d find a way around it.

“What?” You stopped “Here…” You stared at him, trying to commit everything about this moment to memory. Big dark eyes, full lips smiling at you, hair slightly ruffled. T-shirt hanging loose enough that you could almost see your name, his mark. the colours of the billboard dancing across the wall, the buzz of the city outside and your two best friends, falling silent,.

“No, with Foggy…yeah obviously I mean with me?” Matt laughed and tilted his head to the side.

“I am an awesome roommate,” Foggy added on “Matt can vouch for me on that, I’m a much better roommate than-,”

“I just…I’d feel better if I knew where you were and I know what you’re thinking but-,” Matt rested a closed fist over his mouth, “I want to be able to-,”

“Sure” You said by way of an answer and you leant forward and rested your lips against the other side of his fist, smiling. “Sure I’ll move in,”

*two weeks later*

The tension had been building in you like an elastic band, and now it was pulled tight in your stomach on the verge of snapping.

Memories of your last serious boyfriend running off and leaving you swam to the front of your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder was this the same? But Matt was your soulmate, you lived together, he kissed you in the mornings and came to pick you up and walk home with you from work, the only time you weren’t together was when you were working…

Well that and when he’d sneak out in the dead of night. It wasn’t every night, just often enough that you’d notice that his side of the bed was empty then the next morning he’d be back there, with the addition of a black eye. He’d tell you he must have been getting a drink when you woke up, and that he must have tripped on the way back but you were beginning to get doubtful.

So you made a visit to to his offices.

“Oh hey,” Foggy grinned as you walked through the door, greeting you with an open hand wave. “Matts with a client but…”

You scratched your jaw “Actually…” you hesitated “I’m here for you,” your eyes darted to Matts office and back “He can’t know I was here. Come for a walk with me. Please.”

*

You walked side by side with Foggy along the streets, after a few moments of catching up, you decided to cut to the chase.

“I think there’s something going on with Matt,” you let the words hover before continuing “Foggy, I know he’s your best friend, you’ve known each other since you were in college, I know you’re looking out for him but please tell me the truth. I’ll ask once and I promise I’ll take whatever you say,”

Foggy averted his eyes to a nearby window display, then he turned to you, resolving himself to answer the question you were about to ask.

“Sure,” Foggy gestured “Ask away, the floor is yours,” he joked.

“Is Matt secretly married?” The thought struck you.

“No, no, god no,” The laugh escaped his throat before he had time to stop it. “Definitely not…”

“Okay,” you nodded, reassured by your friends words and laughter. The laugh was completely honest, like you’d said something ridiculous so genuine that you couldn’t doubt him. “Good…” you nodded, then grimaced “that leads to the other option then,”

Foggy pushed a hand through his hair and opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a murmured ‘oh’. Great. You’d sussed him and here it was, he would have to confirm Matt’s secret or lie to you- neither of which he wanted to do.

“I think he’s in some sort of illegal boxing ring,”

Foggy exhaled, “Like…like fight club?”

“Something like that,” you looked at the ground then back at your friend. “He has all these scars… on his chest and back he told me he got most of them from being in a car crash and from being mugged and roughed up pretty bad years ago, but I dunno… then there’s that weird box he keeps in the closet… he says it’s just his dads stuff but I dunno…then he comes back at strange times with like bruises…,”

“How often does this happen?” The concern that Matt was starting up his sole focus on his…vigilantism again was always a worry. He’d almost lost his best friend countless times, and didn’t fancy adding another to the list. Matt had seemed to, have recently, miraculously, found the balance between his two lives.

“Not all the time but often enough that I’ve noticed, once maybe twice a week since I moved in,”

“Look…” Foggy pulled you into a side street and lowered his voice. He had to think on the spot, find a way to stall you without revealing everything. He stopped. He wanted to tell you-but everything he could allude to would mean more questions.

If he said they had a falling out a few years ago- you’d ask why, if he said Matt was acting like an ass around a big trial, you’d work out what case it was, if he said Matt was getting involved with the wrong people, you’d work out those scars weren’t from accidents.

“Matt loves you, I promise whatever you think is going on…it’s not that, I’ll talk to Matt okay but… just it isn’t what you think,”

*

“You need to tell her, Matt, she’s freaking out,” Foggy threw his bag and coat onto a cracked chair in the office. “If you don’t I will,”

Matts head shot up from where he was deep into his notes, fingers pausing over the pages. “What.”

“She came by you know…she asked me what was going on by the way. Right now? She thinks you’re secretly married. I’ve just spent the afternoon convincing her you don’t have a secret wife and three kids in Soho and you’re not in an illegal boxing club,”

“I know she did…” Matt frowned “wait she thinks that?”

“Can’t say I blame her,” Foggy shrugged and sat down “Boyfriend sneaking out at night, weird bruises…” he began to list then

Did…she…did you tell her?”

“I told her you weren’t married or in Fight Club but the rest? I figure she should hear it from you,” Foggy folded his arms

“Honestly Matt? You’re now living together, it’s a matter of time until she works it out and trust me, you’d rather it came from you,” Karen said from the kitchen, where she’d been making the coffees “you have to stop lying to her,”

“You two are starting to sound the same,” Matt made an attempt to joke only for it to fall flat. “I’m not…lying to her,” he stressed the word. “I’m trying to not involve her, if she’s not involved, she’s protected,”

“That’s not your call Matt,” Karen pointed out. “That’s her choice,” she walked through and sat opposite Matt, leaving him feeling uncomfortable, like he was somewhat under a microscope with the two of them watching him

“We both know that’s not how it works and that’s the not only reason…” Foggy paused. It was hard, to put his friends fears into words “you’re worried she’ll leave,”

“Can you blame me?” Matt didn’t deny it. “Most people leave…” he faltered over the words “I can’t lose her, I can’t be without her,”

“Matt you’re finally, finally,” Foggy leant forward “in a healthy relationship. She loves you, man, not just some idea of you, or one side of you, like she actually loves you, if I didn’t leave and Karen didn’t leave, she sure as hell won’t,”

“And she’d love all sides of you. If you let her…but she can’t…” Karen stressed her words, gesturing. She reached for his hand and squeezed , “If you don’t let her, So get out of your head…and go talk to her,”

“If you don’t tell her and she asks me one more time…” Foggy said casually with a change of tone “I will accidentally on purpose, tell Marci you’re proposing and she will hard sell this ring as the iceberg that sunk the Titanic…so either get out your credit card or or tell her the truth,”

*that night*

You’d tried to stay away to see if he’d leave that night but the call of sleep had been too alluring to resist, so you’d welcomed it, only to wake about an hour later. Matt gone and his side of the bed neatly folded up.

Sighing, you swung your legs out of the bed and walked to the fridge to get yourself an orange juice. Only something caught your eye. A note.

The writing on the note was a scrawl, barely legible and like it was written by someone out of practice.

‘Come up to the roof. I have something I have to tell you,’

You shook your head and took the note down, folding it in half twice before walking back to your shared room. A part of you considered getting back into bed, maybe you whatever Matt had to tell you was bad and you were better off not knowing. Maybe he was in some boxing betting ring, but curiosity itched at you, so you tidied yourself up, shrugged on a cardigan and headed to the roof access door.

Closing your eyes, you gave an exhale before you braced yourself and headed out.

Footsteps sounded from behind you, only seconds after you’d stepped out and you moved to turn before a familiar voice stopped you.

“Wait…” Matts voice was low, careful and quiet. “I’ve wanted to tell you this for the longest time…but I’ve never found the words so it’s better if I just…show you,”

“Matty, what’s…” your voice trailed off as you turned You realised what he was wearing. All in red expect a mask which sat on the ledge beside him. A disguise you’d seen in the papers, Hells Kitchens own vigilante- on your roof

“Matty, why are you wearing that-,” you let out a cautious smile

“Because it’s me, sweetheart. I’m Daredevil…”

You felt yourself completely wordless. How? Your boyfriend, your boyfriend who’d been the best relationship you’d ever had, your boyfriend who was completely blind…was telling you he dressed up to go beat the shit out of criminals at night.

He attempted to smooth down his hair. It was still somewhat ruffled from where he’d taken off the mask.

“Are you messing with me?” When you realised Matt was not joking, your smile turned to open mouthed shock. “I mean…how…how can you be Daredevil… you’re…wait…,” you paused, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other and ran a hand back through your hair. “Are you even blind,”

After you’d kissed in at your place that night you’d admitted you loved each other, Matt had wanted to do things properly, so he’d said he’d take you out, properly, a real “first date,”. He promised you he wanted to try and do better than kissing you in your apartment, wearing your exes clothes.

So you’d gone to a cosy Chinese place you’d both always meant to try. When you’d arrived, they’d apologetically told you they didn’t have a braille menu. You’d asked him if he wanted to go elsewhere and he’d said it was okay, if you helped him, so you’d read the menu to him, and it had taken some time as you lingered over each option, each one sounding tempting. He’d told you that you should read food ads

When he’d been your plus one to your colleagues engagement party and you’d been taken aback at how decked out the place was, he’d asked you to describe the decor and you’d gone into extensive detail about the flower arrangements and the lights strung up in the ceiling. Matt had told you it sounded like it looked beautiful, but his head was tilted to you, allowing his gaze, no matter how unfocused, to appear as if it was only on you. You’d felt yourself flush and almost asked him to take you home then and there.

Or when he’d ask you about your outfit and he’d told you he already knew you were the prettiest woman in the room? Had that just been a smooth line? Or when you went to Central Park with the same picnic blanket you now sat on and read to him as he rested on your shoulder..

Had that all been some weird method acting?

“I am blind…in that I can’t see with my eyes,” he took a step towards you and let out a small breath you didn’t move away from him. Your heart rate was increased, your breathing was heavy but you weren’t angry… you were stunned, almost like you couldn’t process it like you were trying to make sense and lagging “but…my other senses are heightened so they make up for it... Being able to hear and feel and smell the way I do, it kinda gives me my own way of seeing things…,”

“Heightened senses?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Like heightened senses, how,” you held your arms up.

“Like right now, I can hear the music in the car downstairs, I know the lightbulbs in the sign across the street is about to fizz out, the guy in the building opposite is having bacon, the woman three floors below is breaking up with her boyfriend, I know Foggy lied about breaking Karens mug, I know she knows he’s lying about it, the orange juice in the fridge is out of date so don’t drink it. I can tell you used that expensive hand cream Marci got you at Christmas today, I know you cooked with coconut earlier and you washed your hair twice yesterday, and I can taste you had one of your own pastries earlier, the hazelnut one,”

“You have all that? All the time? Fuck, How do you not have constant migraines,” you picked a strand off your cardigan and pulled it tighter around you as the cold air pinched at your skin. “It must be exhausting, feeling like that…all the time,”

“It was but this old guy, Stick, he helped me, taught me how to tune in, and out of what I need…when to let it in, and how to fight” Matt paused. “Which is why I can do this,” he gestured a gloved hand at his costume.

“You had an old man teach you how to fight and control your super senses? Are you telling me you’re Daredevil or telling me you’re leaving law to write sci-fi,”

Matt laughed “Yeah, I know how it sounds, I get you’re confused but I wouldn’t lie to you, sweetheart,”

“So you can sense pretty much anything going on around you?”

“If I concentrated, yes,” Matts lips quirked “I’ll show you, come here,” he held out his hand and waited for you to take it, hopeful that you’d reach back. Regardless of Matt holding back this part of him, you obliged and let him lead you to the ledge, and wrap his other arm around you. His chest to your back. You felt safe and let yourself relax, your breaths calming and your heart slowing in his embrace.

“Over there,” he gestured with your interlocked hands around a corner “There’s a break in,” his voice was heavy in your ear, and you actually felt yourself flush. If this wasn’t the strangest situation you’d ever been in, you’d have almost found it hot “but it’s an insurance scam, I can tell because the burglar wears the same cologne as the owners brother in law,” Matt lifted your linked hands again, and you could hear he had a slight smile “There,” he pointed up and over “the top floor apartment has been empty for six months, except for the same guy visiting, he’s stashing stolen jewellery…the police are raiding there tonight, they’ve driven around the block six times,”

He paused, “Guy in the alley across the road is dealing and…” he jerked his head off to the side then paused and grimaced “ and the couple that live under us are into niche role play, they’re making a home video right now,”

“Matty, the really tall guy? The guy buys muffins off me every Wednesday, how am I going to look at him,” You stifled a giggle.

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t have that problem,” he grinned at you as he helped you down from the ledge.

“Hilarious, Murdock.” You said in a deadpan voice, although you were at least to Matt’s relief, starting to return to normal, “So is that how tell who is in the room with you?”

“Yeah, Foggy has usually eaten one of your pastries and uses Dove deodorant, Karen uses mango bodywash and usually her coffee has a shot of something sweet, Marci’s shoes click even if they’re not heels and…she’s worn Coco Chanel since college,”

“What about me Matty? I change my perfume a bit,”

“Most of them have the same base, usually patchouli or sandalwood, but…that doesn’t matter, you could change everything about you and…it wouldn’t matter,”

Matt stopped, “I would know you from across Hell’s Kitchen by your heartbeat alone,”

“Fuck. I think that’s the most romantic thing anyones ever said to me,”

“I mean it, it’s always the clearest, it’s like you do it for me, I know you don’t but…,” he moved his head back, nodding at the sounds of the city “even now i can hear you over all that,”

You felt a heat creep up “Sorry, I just…” you immediately felt bad for questioning him especially after he’d just said that, and you leant against the ledge“I..it’s a lot of new information,”

“I know… blind man vigilante with super senses. I know how it sounds, but it’s the truth,”

“I mean given the last few years… nothing is crazy anymore…” you conceded “I mean I thought you were married or in some sort of illegal fight club,”

“Nope…nothing like that, just… looking out for Hell’s Kitchen…,” he took off his gloves and twisted his fingers around the material

“So when that guy was…” you faltered “trying to rob me… it was you who saved me,”

“Yeah,” he scratched along his jaw then paused. The city seemed almost to go still, maybe it had, or maybe it was Matts sole focus on you. “I heard the guys gun in his holster, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I don’t go out patrolling every night” Matt gestured at his costume “I used to but not anymore, but I’d make an exception… for you,”

“Well thank you again,” You bit your knuckle “guess I wasn’t lying when I said my Matty would kick his ass,” a smile quirked at your lips and you lifted your hand to trace his cheekbone. “But you know, Im still going to need you explain…everything…and I mean everything, no gaps,” you ran your fingers over where the fabric met his skin of his neck “cause right now…all I have is old man and super senses and nothing about this makes sense,”

“It’ll take time,” Matt admitted. “And you might not look at me the same way the end of it but I’ll explain…anything and everything,”

“When I said I loved you, I meant it…the Devil and all, nothing you say will change how I feel about you Matty, You could tell from how he was standing, holding his gloves between his hands and not quite letting you look him in the eye, that he needed the reassurance, you placed a kiss to his stubbled cheek. “come downstairs, baby, before someone sees you,”

*

It took some time for Matt to explain everything.

For most of it, you sat quiet. Holding his hand as you sat beside him on the soft sofa. You’d ask the odd question but besides that you’d just allowed him to talk. He, you sensed, needed this, to let it all out. For Matt, it was a relief to finally have someone listen, and once he’d started he couldn’t stop.

Once he’d finished, he paused and let out an exhale, “I think that’s it,” he squeezed your hand “thank you for hearing me out,”

After a few seconds, he let your heartbeat, your breathing, the sounds of you, his peace, settle in his ears. You were calm, empathetic.

“You’re not scared of me,” he spoke and his voice cracked. “You’re still here,”

“How could I be scared of you? I love you, Matt Murdock. I love you beyond limits,” you leant in and kissed him softly. “And of course I’m still here, I know…I know what you’d been through must have been hard, I wish I could have been there for you but,” you lifted his chin with your hands to kiss him again. “We’re together now, you and me, forever and ever,”

Matt almost fell in love with you all over again in that moment. How could your first thought be to apologise that you couldn’t have been there when you didn’t even know him then.

Your heart broke for him. You knew Matt had some issues with abandonment, it was evident even if he tried to act like it wasn’t, he’d often want you to just sit with him, lie with him- on him or under him, as long as you were close and he’d completely melt into your touch whenever you played with his hair or slipped your arms around him or rubbed his back, and you’d happily oblige every time, but this? Matt opening up about everything just explained so much.

“I wouldnt be able to stand losing you, I love you so much, Sometimes I think you saved my soul,”

“Oh Matty…,” you pulled him in close and let him just fall into you, his face buried in your neck as you brushed his hair gently with your fingers and used your other hand to rub circles onto his back and just held him until you felt your neck wet.

How well you knew him. Matt felt like you could see through him at times, right to his heart, to his soul. The final part of him that was only for you. He had to wonder if you had some sort of secret sense that meant you knew anything he ever needed.

“You’re the one thing that matters more to me than anything else,” He said against your skin, lips brushing “I would die to do what’s right by the city, I love this city and I always thought, this is my purpose, this is what I have to do, this is why God put me here,” he paused, voice thick and heavy “but I love you more, I know now you’re my purpose,”

You sighed. “Matty, this is…important to you, how you talk about protecting the people…,” you scratched his shoulders gently. “I understand if you don’t want to stop doing this. I’d never ask that of you. I’ll worry about you but when I said the city needs people like you…just now it probably applies in more than one way,”

“Thank you,” He let out a sigh of relief, his breath ghosting over your skin. “You know, I don’t even think I knew how to love or be loved in the right way until you,”

And it was the truth. Matt wished you could feel his heartbeat in the way he felt yours. So you could understand how sincere, honest, raw he was being with you. He’d grown to hear your name in his every heartbeat. Previous girlfriends had come and gone and he’d cared for, or even loved some of them but not like how he loved you, and he suspected deep down he knew it would be the same for them, how could it ever have worked out with anyone else when he felt like this with you.

You paused “and if it means anything, Matty, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how I love you,”

“Is that a yes,”

“Matty,” you laughed as he lifted his head and rested his forehead against yours for a few moments, “Are you concussed. what are you talking about,”

“I’ve never been thinking more clearly in my life,”

Suddenly he stood up and went to the storage box you knew he kept his dads old things in and reached down the side, feeling around until his hand grasped the velvet before turning back to you.

“I’ve been dancing around officially asking you for ages…and now I’m standing here, dressed like this…Maybe I should have rather done it properly, expensive restaurant, nice drinks and-,” Matt cocked his head to the side, he passed the box from one to the other hand, he used his free hand to gesture. He opened the box and turned it to you “My dad…he gave it to my mother before she…left, if you don’t like it, I’ll get you whatever you want,”

You stood up, walked to him, wordlessly. Once you reached him, you ran a hand along his jaw and tilted his down so you could look in his eyes. A gaze you could look into forever. You kissed him deeply

“It doesn’t matter where we are,”

You kissed him once.

“The ring is beautiful.” You rested your hand in his to let him slip it on.

You kissed him again.

“And my answer…” you ran your hands up his chest before meeting his lips with yours “will always be yes,”

***

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[reidjumpers]

Here Comes the Sun: Dumplings

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: mentions of food, some curse words, domestic bliss, Spencer being a little anxious

Series Summary: a journey of going through parenthood with Spencer Reid

Chapter Summary: When Spencer woke up to you making dumplings in the dining table, he knew he was in trouble.

Note: welcome to the first chapter of dad!Spencer series! For those who have faint heart, fear not, because I am not mean and I write this so we can all have serotonin boost together. Enjoy!

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Nobody in their right mind would ever call Spencer Reid a fool. He might have encountered people that underestimate him or didn’t think he was as smart, yes, but no one would ever call him a fool. Not even when Emily joked about his IQ getting slashed into 60 in the presence of a beautiful woman. He had to silently agree with that statement. How could he not? In front of him was a very beautiful woman that he had the luxury to call her his wife. His beautiful, gorgeous, very understanding, intelligent wife.

But right now he definitely felt like a goddamn fool.

When Spencer woke up to an empty bed and the apartment smelled distinctively sweet like the bakery, he thought he was waking up on a really good day. But when he walked out the bedroom and spotted you sitting at the dining table calmly, a hum of songs from the speaker played in the background, and a stack of dumpling skin placed on the table, he knew he was in the doghouse.

It was common knowledge that whenever you’re stressed or upset upon something or someone, when life seemingly wants to fucks you over and over, you’d channel it through baked sweets or as strange as it sounds, dumplings. He never knew witnessing you silently make dumplings on the dining table with freshly baked cookies on the counter would be such a terrifying and worrisome sight to see.

Spencer stood silently in the doorway, rocking on his heels forward and backwards. He was quiet and careful not to burst the bubble of your own world. His mind started to run a few scenarios inside his head over and over, trying to walk through every minute by minute of every event in his life that had led him into today.

“Hey,” he greeted you after two solid minutes of thinking and couldn’t come up with any answer. His voice was gentle to not startle you as he pulled a chair across yours.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you teased. It was 11:15 AM, you were most definitely saying that just to tease him.

Spencer rolled his eyes at your jab, silently reached for the dumpling skin in front of him and started to fill it with the filling. He had done this thousands of times over to know the right way to make dumplings. Your first few dates with him consisted of homemade dumplings and sipping wine. He was honored when you showed him how to make dumplings the way your grandmother did it, grinning as you said it’s a family secret and he promised to keep it as one.

“Are we having a guest?” Spencer asked as he put his own dumpling carefully into the designated plate. His dumpling would never be as good as yours no matter how much he tried, but he was proud that it was passable enough to your standard.

“No?” you furrowed your eyebrows, glancing up from your own dumpling. “Why?”

“You make more dumplings than usual,” he pointed out.

“Oh,” your voice was soft, barely audible, and he nearly missed it. “Didn’t realize that.”

Spencer nodded, reaching for another dumpling skin to soothe his worry away. Study has shown that repetitive action proven to soothe anxiety and increase focus. He could recite the study in his sleep, forward and backwards without stuttering. But the damned repetitive action of making dumplings didn’t work for him right now.

He cleared his throat. It is now and never. He would have to kiss his husband of the year trophy goodbye if he couldn’t figure out for his life what makes his wife this upset. “Hon?” he called for your attention.

You let out a hum of acknowledgement, eyes didn’t leave your dumpling for a second. It made the corner of his lips twisted downwards.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked gently, mindful not pressing you into telling him things. He knew you would never keep things away from him. You would tell him eventually, but he needed to hear it.

You, however, just scrunched your nose adorably in confusion. “Talk about what?”

“You bake cookies and make dumplings, and it’s just…” he craned his neck to take a glance towards the hanging clock above the cabinet. “It’s not even twelve yet.”

You blinked at his statement. “I’m hungry.”

“You do stress bake,” he patiently pointed out. Placing his yet another passable looking dumpling into the designated plate, he let out a sigh. “You also make dumplings when you’re stressed or upset. And now you do both first thing in the morning.”

“You know me so well, huh? You should marry me if you know me so well.”

“Already did, nine months ago,” Spencer rolled his eyes at your humor, but a smile graced his lips. “So, do you want to talk about it?”

You blinked at him again, nose scrunched up in confusion at his question. Spencer could feel silence slowly settling in, filling the gaps between you and him. His mind started to make a list of things that you like, making mental notes to make a short trip to a grocery store to pick up your favorite ice cream and take a reroute towards the flower shop he saw a week ago and picked up a bouquet of roses.

He was in the middle of mentally reciting his apology for fucking up when he heard you burst into a laughter. It took him a moment to register that the sound of you cackling so hard was not a mere figment of his imagination. He saw you laughing so hard, head thrown backwards overwhelming the small dining room.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccupped, wiping away tears from your eyes with your sleeve. Spencer would’ve smiled at the sight if he weren’t so puzzled. “Babe, are you really thinking I’m mad at you because I bake cookies and make dumplings?”

Spencer sputtered, “How could I not!” he huffed, throwing his hands into the air dramatically as you laugh upon his misery. “I was so worried! You always either bake or make dumplings when you’re upset, but never both! And now you do both and you keep dodging my question.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you said defensively between your laughter. You cleared your throat, not wanting to make the pout on Spencer’s lips even more prominent. “I guess my brain really associated cookies and dumplings as something comforting. I crave for some comfort food, and my brain just screams, ‘cookies and dumplings!’ I didn’t mean to make you worried, I’m sorry.”

“This much? You’re really hungry, huh?”

“Pretty hungry since I’m eating for two now.”

Spencer froze on his spot, his hand stopped midair before he was able to reach for another dumpling skin. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “W-what?”

You just smiled cheekily at him. You got up from your seat and walked towards the kitchen, leaving him alone flabbergasted at your statement. You came back a minute later, a wide smile at your face and your hand tucked behind your back.

“Ta-da!” you cheerfully said, placing baby shoes on the table in front of him. Spencer let out a soft gasp, cooed at the sight of how tiny the shoes are.

“Are you…? Are we…?”

“Pregnant,” you finished his sentence for him with a wide grin. “I found out during our case in LA and I was meaning to tell you earlier, I swear! But the case got a little crazy and we’re whisked away into doing a lot of things at once.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, staring into the baby shoes with eyes full of awe. The news still felt unreal for him, artificial, but the warmth blooming on his chest that slowly spreading through his system left him fuzzy. A small reminder that it was as real as he wanted to be.

You probably have mistaken his silence for something else as you shifted your weight from one foot to another. You started to fidget with the hem of your shirt, eyes not meeting his. “I know we agree to wait for a year, but–”

Spencer practically leaped from his seat and scooped you into his arms. His smile was so wide that his cheeks started to hurt. You let out a small yelp as he spun you around before he placed a tender kiss on your lips. “I love you,” he said between your kisses, grinning as he stole a few more small kisses.

You giggled between his kisses, your hand flew into his face and patted his cheeks as he assaulted your face with his lips. “I love you too, you big goof.”

“A baby, huh?” Spencer let out a happy sigh after he spared your life from his kisses. His hand nestled on your waist, gently swaying you in his arms. “We’ve got to start baby proofing the whole place, make sure there are no sharp edges,” he rambled.

“Spencer–”

“I’ll go to the bookstore and pick up some book about baby names! Do you think Jason is a good name?”

“I think–”

“Oh, we should start shopping for some clothes and socks too. Make sure they’re warm–”

“Spencer!” you interrupted his rambling with your hands squishing his face. You smiled at him as he blinked his eyes towards you slowly, a little fazed that you broke his train of thought. “I love all the planning ideas, but right now let’s just focus on making dumplings and feed three of us, okay?”

“Okay,” he breathed out, slowly collapsing into his seat again. “Okay. Dumplings…” he muttered to himself, grabbing the dumpling skin in front of him. “But seriously, what do you think about the name Jason?”

“It’s a lovely name.”

“Oh, common ground. I like that.”

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[remosdeerica]

Batshit AU Part #1: The Bio Kids

(Yes I have actually decided to call this the Batshit AU. I already have a series of one shots [there is only one so far, lol.] called Assorted Batshit on Ao3 so I figured I'd just keep going with the name.)

I have been posting a lot of stuff to do with "my Batfamily" or "my version of events" so I figured I'd go ahead and make some long ass posts about what I would love to see in the Batfam's future but know I will never get (but that's why fanfic exists so I guess I'll live)

Now there isn't going to be any clear timeline to this because I plan to write different fics in regards to these particular chain of events and when or how things happen might change depending on the plot. But it starts with the question asked by Random Joe many posts ago:

How many kids do you have, Mr. Wayne?

Well to answer that question:

Legally: 7

Biologically: 5

Emotionally: Anyone under the age of 25 that is within a 50ft radius (I'm mostly kidding but lets be honest, it's kinda true).

Now if that math doesn't make sense to you (as most math doesn't make sense to me), fear not! I shall explain!

So Legally we have as follows: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne and Helena Wayne.

These are the obvious few.

Now we get into Biologically and things get a bit more complicated. For this category we have: Damian Wayne, Terrance McGinnis, Athanasia al Ghul, Matthew McGinnis, and Helena Wayne (I put them in order of their ages and added colours if you wanna skip my ranting and get to the goods).

Now for those of you who may not be as obsessed with Batfam lore as I am; yes all of these characters are canon (in some timeline anyway) and you are welcome to google them. But just be warned that I take canon and make it my bitch so almost nothing you read about them on their wiki-pages or wherever you look for your info will really matter (besides Damian but even then I take creative liberties). But I love Easter eggs so there will be plenty of those.

Damian and Helena are pretty straightforward. We know where Damian came from and Helena is just the result of Selina and Bruce finally getting their shit together.

Terry, Matt and Athanasia are a bit more complicated.

Terry & Matt: These two cuties were the unfortunate victims of an experiment called the Batman Beyond project. A project that was put into motion by A.R.G.U.S. after Bruce "died" (was lost in time) as a way to make sure that the Batman legacy lived on (as if he doesn't already have a million children for that).

Warren and Mary Singer were lead scientists on the project but after finding out what exactly it was that A.R.G.U.S. was doing with the "failed attempts" (they were killing them) the couple stole the toddler subject BN9-12 (Terry) and infant AC7-30 (Matthew) and fled (I made the numbers up on the spot don't read too much into them). They changed their names to McGinnis and raised the boys in Gotham City (cause that was a good choice...).

Unfortunately, their old lives eventually caught up with them and Mary and Warren were killed. Terry (around 10-11yrs old) took Mattie (around 7-8yrs old) and ran, his parents having taught him some skills in case something like this ever happened. The boys lived on the streets for many months before running into Tim Drake (i.e. Batman) who later adopted them (because when faced with black haired blue eyed orphans there is only one thing for a Batman to do).

[Side note: Tim doesn't know the boy's origins at this point.]

Athanasia: After Damian's death at the hands of the Heretic, Thalia went insane (more insane?) with grief and as a result decided to have another child with the left over.... substance.... shall we call it.... that she had acquired from Bruce all those years ago. However this time she intended to keep the child safe where they couldn't be hurt by either the League or Bruce (as if Thalia wasn't the main reason Damian was dead... but whatever. I have mixed feelings about Thalia).

When Athanasia was "born" (taken from her birthing pod, as one is) Thalia locked her away Rapunzel style in a secure location. Never allowing her outside for fear that she would be discovered by Ra's spies and killed.

For 8 years Athanasia grew up in relative luxury inside her bedroom, learning history, politics math, writing, and anything else Thalia thought she needed to learn. But Thalia never taught her how to fight (haven't quite decided her reasoning for this so just go with it) and as a result Athanasia is a very quiet, gentle child (basically the opposite of what Damian was like at her age).

Thalia never told Athanasia about Bruce. Since she wasn't created with the intent of being the heir to anything, Thalia saw Athanasia as only hers and therefore deemed it unnecessary for Bruce to know of her existence.

But she did tell her of her older brother; Damian (what Thalia told her is still undecided and will probably depend on overarching plots).

The rest of Athanasia's story is still in the works but essentially Damian eventually finds her and brings her back to Gotham with him. But although she acknowledges Bruce as her father, she lives with and defers to Damian (and Jon depending on the situation) as her caretaker.

So here is Part #1 of the Batshit AU!

Next Part will probably be about Dick and Jason's child situation that I've hinted at. I'll link it once it's done. :)

#my batfamily #my version of events #Batshit AU #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #terry mcginnis #helena wayne #matthew mcginnis #athanasia al ghul #athanasia wayne #damian wayne #dc comics #bruce has too many kids man needs to not #this is getting out of hand bruce

[icantswim-03]

Jake N Bake: Jake Guentzel

Busty Rusty: Bryan Rust

Sumo Dumo: Brian Dumoulin

Lebang: Kris Letang

No Kap: Kasperi Kapanen

Pickle Jar: Tristan Jarry

The Zach Attack: Zach Aston-Reese

Bluey: Teddy Blueger

Simon Says: Dominik Simon

IAMSCORE: Evgeni Malkin

SC87: Sidney Crosby

The Other Brian: Brian Boyle

Dan’s Not My Dad: John Marino

Dach: Chad Ruhwedel

Zuck You: Jason Zucker

Hot Rod: Evan Rodrigues

#1 on the ice #1 on ur heart: Casey DeSmith

Petty: Marcus Pettersson

Jake N’ Bake has created a group chat!

The Pen Den

Busty Rusty: wtf is this

Jake N’ Bake: U know exactly what this is

Sumo Dumo: but why tho

Jake N Bake: mostly because I wanted to see what ur guys usernames are

Busty Rusty: well now u saw can we leave

Jake N Bake: no

Sumo Dumo: why

Jake N Bake: I wanna know who everyone is

Pickle Jar: actually same

Jake N Bake: who tf are you

Pickle Jar: Tristan…

Jake N Bake: Tristan?

Jake N Bake: ohhhh jars

Busty Rusty: Jake low key scares me sometimes

The Zach Attack: felt

Jake N Bake: shut up with your lame ass username

The Zach Attack: well idk what else to make it

Jake N Bake: gee I don’t know Zach

Jake N Bake: maybe REESE’S PIECES

The Zach Attack: no those are gross

Bluey: BITCH YOURE GROSS

The Zach Attack: talk to me when your username isn’t a kids show

Simon Says: wait you don’t like reese’s??

The Zach Attack: not the pieces

No Kap: Wtf why not

The Zach Attack: idk they’re like peanut butter skittles

Sumo Dumo: bruh you just ruined reese’s pieces for me

The Zach Attack: plz never “bruh” me again

Sumo Dumo: bruh

Busty Rusty: bruh

Jake N Bake: Bruh

No Kap: ~bruh ~

Simon Says: bruh

Pickle Jar: bruh

IAMSCORE: BRUH

Sumo Dumo: lol even geno “bruh” ed you

IAMSCORE: WHO IS ED

Jake N Bake: ...anyways

Jake N Bake: how about we figure out who everyone else is?

Sumo Dumo: well I gotta assume that SC87 is Sid

Jake N Bake: seriously SC87

Jake N Bake: what? did you steal that from Cristiano ronaldo?

SC87: Hey! Maybe he stole it from me

Lebang: doubt it

Jake N Bake: sounds like somebody needs to try a little harder

Busty Rusty: you better watch how you talk to Sid or he might get you traded

Jake N Bake: nah I’m too important to the future of this franchise

Busty Rusty: damn, cocky much

Jake N Bake: ha you said cock

Sumo Dumo: you are a literal child

The Other Brian: jake..

Sumo Dumo: dang you have all the Brian’s coming after you

Jake N Bake: wait! we have like 3 of them

Busty Rusty: you just realized??

Jake N Bake: pshhh of course not

Sumo Dumo: sure

Jake N Bake: ANYWAYS back to figuring out who is who

Jake N Bake: who the fuck is “dans not my dad”

Busty Rusty: who the hell is dan?

Sumo Dumo: Potash maybe?

SC87: or Bylsma

Jake N Bake: I literally have no clue who either of those people are

Dan’s Not My Dad: DAN MARINO

Dan’s Not My Dad: SO MANY PEOPLE ASK IF IM RELATED TO DAN MARINO

Jake N Bake: literally no one has ever asked you that

Sumo Dumo: one elderly lady on the street asked him about it and he’s held onto ever since

Lebang: anyways before johnny throws a fit

Zuck You: can we all appreciate my name?

Sumo Dumo: it is pretty sweet ngl

Busty Rusty: meh

Busty Rusty: I’m kinda feeling dom’s tho

Simon Says: thx bro

Jake N Bake: but is it pronounced like the game or like your last name

Busty Rusty: his last name you dumbass

Jake N Bake: there is no need to call be names asshole

Busty Rusty: you wanna fight

Jake N Bake: you wanna have more points than me?

Busty Rusty: I was out more games than you, bozo

Jake N Bake: excuses excuses

Sumo Dumo: okay but who’s dach?

Dach: me

Jake N Bake: DONT TELL ME I WANNA GUESS

Dach: k

Jake N Bake: bitch did you just k me

Dach: yuh

Jake N Bake: bitch ass

Jake N Bake: is it petty?

Sumo Dumo: petty’s name is literally petty

Jake N Bake: hmm is it my man E Rod?

Hot Rod: look at the last word you said and the last word of my name

Jake N Bake: dang that’s tough

Sumo Dumo: is it Casey?

Jake N Bake: NO SHUT UP IM GUESSING

Sumo Dumo: dang kid chill out

Busty Rusty: no it isn’t

Busty Rusty: Casey is ‘#1 on the ice, #1 in ur heart’

Jake N Bake: geez why is that so long

#1 on the ice #1 in ur heart: you know what else is long?

Jake N Bake: …

#1 on the ice #1 on ur heart: my blockers you gutter minded fool

Jake N Bake: good thing you didn’t say your dick

Jake N Bake: cuz we all know that isn’t true

#1 on the ice #1 on ur heart: Jake why were you looking at my dick

Jake N Bake: I wasn’t

#1 on the ice #1 on ur heart: then how do know

Jake N Bake: umm

Jake N Bake has left the chat!

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[rebelwrites]

You, Me And The Car (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N okay so this wasn’t going to be smutty but blame @chibsytelford for the complete 180 of this fic 🥵 and yes that’s my car 😜 but let’s start the month of with a bang quite literally 😜

Warnings: unprotected sex, sex in a public space

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Clay Spenser Masterlist

This Months Writing

“Yo Spenser” Your Uncle shouted walking into the garage. “You been ordering shit again?”

“Yo Spenser” Your Uncle shouted walking into the garage. “You been ordering shit again?”

“Would I?” You smirked looking up from the engine bay, wiping your hands on the rag.

“What you got this time?” He asked, sliding the box across the floor.

“New intercooler, air intake. engine mounts and BOV” you grinned grabbing your knife, cutting through the tape on the boxes.

“Am I sensing a remap coming along?” He grinned leaning against the car causing you to growl at him without looking up from the boxes.

“Yes and get your ass off the car before I stab you” you glared.

“You are definitely your old man's kid” he chuckled, grabbing a drink from the mini fridge. “Are we getting all this today?”

“Urm” you said glancing at the clock, Clay was home from deployment today so you needed to make sure you had the car back together in time. “Yeah or as much as we can, Clay is home today”

“Well then kiddo we best get cracking” Alex grinned “Can’t have you being late after not seeing him for the last three months”

“I will be happy is all we get is the air intake and BOV done today, the rest I can do with Clay” you grinned as you slipped your wedding and engagement ring off, placing them between your lips and you fiddled with the clasp on the chain that the other one of Clay’s dog tag sat proudly, slipping your rings onto the chain you secured it back around your neck. The last thing you needed was fucking your rings up. “I’ve lost count how many times these headlights have been off the car now”

“Same here kiddo” Alex smirked, tossing you the ratchet and socket. “Whist we at it we will see if we can sort this fucking bumper sag out”

“Yes it’s been pissing off for a while but doubt there’s much we can do, it’s a Ford remember, the Fez’s are known for bumper sag” you laughed as you pulled the first headlight out.

“Come on you piece a shit just go in the hole goddammit” you shouted at the car as you tried to refit your bumper. “I don’t have time for you to be a cunt”

“And here I thought you loved this car” Alex laughed as he lifted the bumper up giving a bit more play to get the bolts in.

“Yeah well sometimes you need to threaten it and use brut force and ignorance” you laughed as you finally got the right side of the bumper secured. Just as your phone started ringing, placing a smoke between your lips you hit answer without checking who was calling.

“Where are you?” Emma practically shouted down the phone.

“Shit what time is it Em?” You panicked as you grabbed the other bolts, holding your phone between you ear, and cigarette in the corner of your mouth.

“Four thirty” she shouted “shit the plane is just coming into view, you haven’t got long”

“I’ve just gotta get my bumper back on kid, be there as quick as I can, I’m nearly done here. Just do whatever to stall Clay please”

You ended the call without saying bye, you didn’t have much time, the base was at least twenty minutes from her and you still had another five minutes of work and definitely no time to get changed.

In record time you managed to get the bumper back on the car, the tools were just dumped out the way, grabbing your bag and tossed it into the passenger seat. Starting the engine you didn’t even have time to appreciate the roar of the exhaust as you dipped the clutch slamming it into first, dropping the hand brake and wheel spinning out of the garage. Normally it would take twenty minutes to get to the base but you knew you could do it in ten.

The moment the boys walked out of the base, Clay knew something was off, there wasn’t that deep grumble in the air from your car, glancing around he realised you wasn’t there and couldn’t help but laugh, he knew you had parts arriving and more than likely lost track of time.

“Right before you say anything I’ve been asked to stall you” Emma laughed as she looked over Jason’s shoulder. “Something about she still had her bumper to fit, I dunno she might as well been speaking a different language”

“Garage is what twenty minutes away?” Sonny asked.

“Yeah she will get her in ten though” Clay laughed scratching his beard. “How long ago did you speak to her?”

“About twenty minutes ago” Emma nodded giving Clay a hug.

Soon enough there was a grumble that could be heard in the distance making Clay smile, he never needed to know when you arrived your car told him that you were only a mile out. He knew how guilty you were going to feel for being late and he was going to play. So there he stood, bag on the floor next to him, hands shoved in his pockets looking around for you with a sad look on this face.

“That’s evil Blondie” Sonny laughed leaning against his truck, no one had left yet because they wanted to see things play out.

You practically threw the car around the corner as you entered the base car park, you felt like the worst wife ever, having not seen you husband for three months you were late for him getting home. Reaching down you wrapped your fingers around the handbrake, yanking it up as you stomped on the clutch, pulling the steering wheel to the left, sliding the car through the car park stopping a few feet away from Clay.

Climbing out of the car you ran over to him throwing yourself into his arms. His arms instantly wrapping around your waist, he couldn’t keep the act up when it came to you.

“I am so fucking sorry I’m late, the bumper wouldn’t go back on” you rambled.

“Babygirl it’s fine” he whispered squeezing you tight. “I know you love the car more than me”

“Hey that’s not fair” you pouted but laughing “I would have been on time but the fez wasn’t playing ball”

“Stop panicking, you can just make it up to me later” Clay laughed as he placed you on your feet, draping his arm around your shoulder picking his bag up. “Out of interest how long did it take to get here?”

“Eight minutes” you laughed opening the boot.

“Getting quicker” Clay winked before looking over at Sonny. “Tell me you got it on film”

“Of course, number one rule when it comes to the female Spenser is always have your phone on record” Sonny laughed.

“Wanna go for a drive and see where we end up?” You whispered running your finger down Clay’s chest whilst you stole his cap, placing it on your head.

“I like your thinking” he smirked, slapping your arse.

The two of you had been driving for about an hour now, no music was on as you could now enjoy the labour of your work. Every time you changed gear you heard the turbo flutter making you laugh every time. This was the time Clay loved the most, watching you drive, watching as your eyes sparkled, your grin getting bigger by the second and you laughing at yourself.

Pulling into the car park you and Clay had found one day whilst driving, you pulled the handbrake on putting the car into neutral but left it running.

“So I was thinking” you whispered “I want to try something that involves you, me and the car”

“Oh yeah” he smirked, running his hand up your bare thigh. “And what’s this idea babygirl”

“I wanna ride you whilst you are against the bonnet” you breathed closing your eyes at the thought “I want you to take me over the bonnet and fuck me”

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to say that” he hummed against your lips “why are we still sat in the car baby”

You never moved so fast in your life, there was just something naughty about this, the fact you could get caught just added to it. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as Clay leant against the bonnet of the car with his jeans dropped round his knees, closing the gap between you, you wrapped you hand around his hard dick, slowly pumping it making him moan as he undid your the button on your shorts. Doing a little wiggle as he pushed the material down, they dropped to your ankles allowing you to step out of them. The moment you lost your thong Clay picked you up positioning your over his dick.

Slowly you sunk down on his length, gasping at the feeling, you were taking things slow as it had been three months and Clay wasn’t exactly small.

“Fuck” you breathed against his lips.

“I know baby” he whispered “so fucking tight”

After a few minutes Clay started lifting you up and down, fully taking your weight as he helped you ride him against your car.

“Clay” you moaned as he changed the pace up, before standing off the car, slamming you down on the bonnet.

“God I missed this feeling” he grunted as he thrusted hard into you making you arch your back, bucking your hips up to get him deeper.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you moaned as his thumb found your clit matching the pace of his hips, “oh god”

“That’s it baby” he groaned biting down on his bottom lip, “fuck I can feel you getting tighter babygirl”

“Clay I’m so close” you whimpered, making him smirk, he knew you were close by how your body was reacting but loved hearing you say it.

It only took a few more hard thrusts for him to send you over the edge screaming his name out for the whole world to hear as you rode out your high, but he didn’t stop thrusting as he chased his own release making your whimpers and moans to get louder, it didn’t help the car was still running so you had the added vibration of the engine beneath you, feeling his grip on your hips tighten he gave one fine thrust, moaning as he came.

Leaning forward he kissed you lovingly as you both regained your breath, his ass on view for every man and their dog to see but neither of you cared, you were too lost in each other.

"I don't know who's louder baby, the grumble of the exhaust or you" he laughed against your lips.

“Definitely me” you giggled, placing your hand on the side of his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb as you got lost in his eyes. “I missed you so much”

“I know babygirl, I missed you too, but I’m home now” he breathed, his eyes dropping to your rings around your neck, moving his hands he undid the clasp, sliding the rings off the chain. Before taking your left hand. “Let’s get these back where they belong” he whispered, sliding them back onto your finger before kissing them.

“What do you wanna do now?” You smiled as you leant your head back against the bonnet.

“I was thinking we head home, get a takeaway and cuddle on the sofa, maybe with round two and three thrown in” he smirked as he pulled out of you. He quickly disappeared but returned with a pair of boxers for his bag to clean himself and you up, once the pair of your were dressed he took your hand pulling you into his arms.

“Damn you’ve got some energy today” you giggled looking up at him.

“Well when you have a wife that’s as gorgeous and as fit as you it happens” he laughed kissing your head. “I love you baby”

“I love you too” you whispered “you can drive home, I don’t think my legs are working yet”

“You must love me if you are letting me drive”

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[the-alice-of-hearts]

Kids again Ch 1

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Ch 1: She likes to drink her coffee black

Summary:

Soulmates come in twos; At least they usually did

98% of the world's population has a soulmate bond. Of those, 80% have platonic bonds. Only .2% of all soul bonds connected more than two people.

Having three soulmates is exactly the kind of cosmic joke the universe would play on a True Wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous. If it gives a boy who still had a lot of life to live a second chance, well that is still in Creation's domain, now isn't it?

Marinette loved the boy in her heart, and the other two links were twisted around each other in a way only romantic pairs could be. If only she could have loved him enough to save him /||\ Jason wanted, more than anything, to protect the girl who his heart belonged to; protect her from the harness of the world, and then from what he had become.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves here, let's start at the beginning.

Ch 1: She likes to drink her coffee black

The first time Jason looked into his Soulmate’s life she was happy. Whoever she was, she seemed happy. The first strong emotion that he got from her was pure bliss and a sense of major accomplishment. The first time he got to see through her eyes he was eight years old. She was rushing out the door waving goodbye to smiling parents, a thermos in one hand and a cute pink backpack in the other. He cherished this memory like no other. There were other strong emotions from the bond, most of them were similar. She was happy and seemed strong. After that, Jason tried not to let his emotions overwhelm him; he didn’t want the girl with the happy laugh and the pink backpack to see where he was.

He knew he didn’t do as good a job as he tried. The feeling of worry in his heart that he knew came from her told him so. He could feel when she worried about him not eating enough, so he tried not to go to bed hungry too often. He could feel when she would panic because she hadn’t felt anything from him for too long. He would go and listen to the musicians playing on the streets; trying desperately to feel as happy as he could for her.

When he had gotten stabbed defending another kid from a man with a knife, he wasn’t sure if his panic was his own or hers. He felt like he was watching someone die though, so he was pretty sure it was her panic feeding into his own pain. He made sure to take care of himself so that she didn’t think he had died.

This went on for a long time; him looking in and seeing small bits of her life and later try to send good things back as much as he could. He figured out she was from Paris when the Eiffel Tower was in so many of the small glimpses he saw. So, he stole an English to French dictionary. He then found a bookstore, he could steal from it pretty easily, that had a copy of a book filled with his favourite fairy tales in French. He learned French, then he took it as his language elective. Slowly, he started to understand what she was saying in his visions of her. She had a small number of friends, but they were pretty close. She still worried about him far too often, but he noticed that on days where she was worried she would go out of her way to be as happy as possible. It was like she was trying to make him warm from the inside. And on those days, when was cold and hungry and desperate for a safe place to sleep, he would hold on to her happiness and promise himself that he would be happy for her tomorrow.

When he became Robin he was worried about her finding out. What if Bruce made him stop being Robin? For this reason, he stayed quiet about his Soulmate. Most bonds were platonic anyways, so he just didn’t mention that his bond was romantic.

He hoped she would at least get to see happier emotions from him. He knew that she had to have seen some of where he grew up, but he wanted to believe that maybe she would now get to see these happier moments. Jason vowed to live every happy moment to its fullest.

He hoped she got to see Alfred teaching him to cook, and him learning how to bake all her favourite pastries. He hoped she saw Dick teaching him gymnastics, seeing all the times he fell but got back up. He wanted her to see him and Dick goofing off and the times they would go sneak off behind Bruce’s back when he told them not to skip patrol to do just that and get ice cream in the suits. He hoped she saw him and Bruce sitting in the library reading, the two of them watching movies together when he was too sick to patrol. He wanted her to see that he had a family that loved him now. He hoped that she wouldn’t worry about him so much anymore; that he wouldn’t be a burden on her anymore.

He thought he had hidden this from his new family, but somehow Alfred always knew everything. Jason almost panicked when Alfred broached the conversation while he was teaching Jason to make macarons

“Does your Soulmate have a favourite flavor, Master Jason?”

“I- uh,” he tried to come up with a way to deny it, but knew that he would never get something past Alfred. Still he tried, “What do you mean?”

Alfred smiled, not looking away from measuring the ingredients. “Growing up, my best friend had a Soulmate that grew up in a troubled home. He told me he knew when she was in a better place because she started pouring emotions into everything she did so that he could feel, as well as see, that she was safe.” Alfred turned back to the cabinet looking at their ingredients. “I just thought that you seemed to be doing something similar. I apologize if I misread the situation.”

Jason stood there thinking for a moment. He looked around and listened to make sure Bruce wasn’t about to walk into the kitchen. He moved closer to Alfred so he could whisper, ”Her name is Marinette. I heard one of her friends call her Netté, though.” When Alfred didn’t stop him from talking he kept going. “She likes matcha ones best, but she always tells her mom that she likes strawberry ones because they're less work.”

That was all that was said. They finished making the cookies and Alfred packaged them up for him to have in his room. Jason was pretty sure that Alfred knew he was hoarding food, but so long as no one stopped him and probably even if they did he would keep doing it. Living on the streets taught him that a next meal isn’t guaranteed, and even if it was unlikely he would ever go hungry under Alfred’s watchful eyes, he still wanted a back up plan if he needed to make a break for it.

The next time someone asked about her was about a year later on a stakeout in Blüdhaven with Dick. Bruce had gotten scared when Jason got hurt and wouldn’t let him patrol in Gotham until his injuries had completely healed. Jason got antsy and ran away to crash on Dick’s couch until Bruce let up on the restriction.

Dick had just sat down next to him on the building they were on. “Hey, Little Wing”

Jason turned to him. “Yeah?”

“Do you ever try to send your soulmate messages?”

Jason’s throat closed up in terror. Dick kept talking as though he hadn’t noticed Jason tensing up and planning an escape route. “It’s just, sometimes I see what he’s seeing and I don’t know how to tell him that I want to look out for him, ya know? And his dad is kinda distant, but his mom loves him a lot. I don’t know though, because sometimes I can feel dread coming from my soul link but without any glimpses into what he’s seeing. Alfred thought maybe I have a platonic soulmate that is experiencing dread. Lately I’ve only had happy and joyful feelings so I’m worried that if I do have a platonic soulmate that maybe something bad happened to them. I have no idea how I would be able to send a message to a platonic soulmate though, so I wondered if maybe you knew?”

Jason had slowly gotten more confused while listening to his brother. He hadn’t considered the possibility of having more than one soulmate. “Wait, you mean you can have more than one Soulmate? I thought Soulmates were pairs?”

Dick shrugged. “My parents explained it being more like pieces of the same picture. Most bonds are platonic and platonic bonds are more likely to be someone who you grew up near, so you would have similar experiences with similar emotional responses. That’s why people don’t always notice them, but when you have a romantic bond that you can actually see through each other's eyes, you notice, yeah?”

Jason nodded. “So you have a romantic Soulmate, but think you also have a platonic bond?”

Dick ran a hand through his hair staring out at the windows they were watching, “Yeah, I don’t know how to describe it though. Honestly, I’m pretty sure I have three soulmates. The third is a lot quieter though. My mom laughed once and told me maybe it wasn’t that I had three soulmates, but that my soulmates had another link to each other.”

“Does that happen?”

“I don’t think so, but the stories about that happening are more fairy tale than concrete evidence. I like to think I have three though. I hope that, whoever my platonic bond is, they have their own romantic bond they can lean on. I don’t know if there is anything I can do for them unless I figure out who they are.”

Jason scoffed and then went on the alert seeing movement in the room. “We’ve finally got company.”

Dick smiled and ran back a few steps. “Wanna see me do a flip into the window?”

“Ten bucks says you don’t break the glass and fall on the ground.”

He laughed at that. “Be ready to pay up, Little Wing. I’ll get the two gunmen, then you swing in and help me with the others.”

He took a running start and jumped off the roof they had been on, doing a flip to keep his momentum up. He crashed through the glass rolling into a handspring, kicking the guns out of the two goons' hands. Jason followed using his grappling hook to get across to the now-broken window.

A short fight later and they had the men all tied up. Dick called the police with the info and then they were grappling away from the scene.

“Hey, Dick?”

“Yeah?”

“Earlier you said that you wanted to figure out who your platonic soulmate was.”

Dick landed on top of the building his apartment was in, then looked at him. “Yeah. I just want to know if I can help them.”

Jason followed him down the fire escape, “I thought that soulmates knew when they found each other; you make it seem like that’s not how it works?”

Dick walked into his room to grab clothes. “When you only have one soulmate, there is a glow when you touch each other the first time. It’s your soul telling you it’s complete, but if you have more than one you only get that if you find all the pieces of your soul.”

“Oh.” He caught the pants Dick threw at him. “Thanks for talking to me about this. I guess there was a lot I didn’t know.”

They crashed on the couch to play video games and eat leftovers. The conversation hung heavy in the air, though. Jason felt like, if he talked first, he would tell Dick everything, but, if Dick had had a romantic Soulmate this whole time, then Bruce had to know about it.

He looked up at his brother from where he was laying with his legs over the side of the couch. “Does Bruce know you have a romantic Soulmate?”

Dick looked down at him from where he was perched on the back of the couch. “Yeah? Why?”

Jason shot Dick's character while he wasn’t paying attention, trying to make him stop looking at him like that. He mulled over the question while avoiding the looks Dick was still giving him during his respawn times. In a small voice he finally answered, “He didn’t make you stop being Robin?”

That made Dick pause the game. He dropped down to sit on the cushion of the couch, leaning his head over Jason to look him in the eyes. “Jason, Alfred would never let Bruce use one of us having a Soulmate as a reason to kick us out of the suit.”

Jason pushed him back so he could sit up. Turning to look at him, he took a deep breath. “He kicked me out of the suit for being hurt. He fired you and sent you here. Why would having a Soulmate be any different?”

Dick reached out and hugged Jason. He felt Dick’s shirt becoming wet from tears he hadn’t realized he was crying. “Oh, baby bird, no, that’s not gonna happen, and if Bruce tries it, then you have a place here. You did really good back there, I would love to have your help anytime.”

Jason sniffled and wrapped his arms around Dick. “What if he tries to make you send me back?”

Dick was still rubbing circles on his back, talking soothingly. “Bruce can’t make me do anything. My bank account has Alfred as my responsible party, and Clark is the name on the lease. If you want to stay here you can, and no one gets to take my brother away from me okay?” Jason nodded, still sniffling but getting his tears under control. “Now enough sad talk. How about I kick your ass in this game and tomorrow I’ll take you to the gym I use and help you with your flips.”

Jason laughed wholeheartedly at that. Sitting up and discreetly wiping his tears, he grabbed his controller again. “Don’t know why you keep trying. You’re not gonna win at this any more than I’m gonna be able to do a backhandspring tomorrow.”

And that was it.

Bruce either didn’t know about his romantic Soulmate, or he really didn’t care. Jason started keeping a journal of written notes about her. He wanted to be able to find her one day, so he needed to know everything he could.

An incomplete list of things I know about my soulmate

Her name is Marinette

Her friends also call her Netté or Mari

She drinks a lot of coffee, usually black. She grabs it on the way to class. Is that a french thing? I feel like I only ever see her with coffee? That can’t be right, maybe it’s from the all-nighters? Her friends have teased her about not sleeping before. Is that more often than I think?

She ignores her own needs to help her friends

She’s like a year younger than me I think.

Her nonna (grandmother?) calls her Marinetta or Little Fairy (could I call her Pixie?)

Lives in Paris

She has an Asian mother; Chinese?

She has an Asian name, but I don’t remember it. Her parents use it but not often enough for me to write it down

Her father is French-Italian

She is in gymnastics, but can be clumsy

Kim, Nino, and Alix are her friends.

Chloe used to be her friend. She doesn’t know what changed things

She likes to draw

She wants to be a clothing designer

She made me something? I couldn’t see what it was, but her mom was really proud of her accomplishment.

She is a really good baker

She likes matcha macarons best; but she never asks for them. She feels guilty about her parents making them just for her

She can lift a giant bag of sugar like it weighs nothing

She likes to help people

She likes pink

She is nice and good. At least I think so.

The list was in a small red notebook. It stayed with him all the time; that way whenever something happened, he could write down any details. He filled the other pages of the book with things he wanted to tell his Soulmate, small bits of his life that he wanted to share with her. He had a spot in his utility belt for it to be, and a pocket in his jacket that he kept it in. He had once shown Dick the list and the pages that he had written about him and Alfred. He smiled when Dick showed him his own similar notebook. Dick’s romantic Soulmate was also from Paris; they both wondered if their Soulmates knew each other.

Jason liked to think so

#maribat #jasonette #soulmates #kids again fic

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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (05)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

SERIES: CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 6

"Marry me."

When Jungkook said this, you honestly thought that he wanted to sing Jason Derulo's Marry Me.

It made sense. The two of you were inside a karaoke booth, singing obviously. It was Sunday, meaning both of you would be back to reality tomorrow: you had to go to work and Jungkook needed to talk to Soojin.

He couldn't date your sister because he was already dating you, though you told Jungkook not to broadcast your relationship with anyone.

Not yet. This wasn't the right time. You first needed to see how Soojin would react. You didn't want her to think that you stole Jungkook or something.

That wasn't the case. You liked Jungkook even before Soojin liked him. There was no point in denying your feelings.

Seventeen years of running was already enough. How could you escape when Jungkook already conquered your heart?

You were sure he liked you too, probably more than you liked him.

"Kook, you just sang Savage Love. Do you seriously want to blast another Jason Derulo's song?" You groaned, expecting him to argue, or to pout and beg you to play the song.

However he only stared at you, pursing his lips into a thin line before letting out a deep breath.

"No, Tiger," no matter how serious the topic was, Jungkook's voice would always be soft. "I'm asking you to marry me..."

It was your turn to stare at him, completely dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry," you blinked after a moment of silence. You thought he would suddenly laugh and tell you he was joking.

"D-Did you say you want to marry me?"

Apparently, he wasn't kidding. Jungkook found satisfaction when it comes to teasing you, but not to the point where it was making you uncomfortable.

This was making you uneasy, yet he continued, a silent confirmation that this was real.

He wanted to marry you.

"Kook," you went near him, touching his shoulders. "I know you said we had the best time last night, I did too. I'm glad I kissed you and finally admitted my feelings for you."

You tried to remember every detail of what happened last night. You two kissed, went to his apartment, and reminisced about your moments when you were younger.

Jungkook implied that he would do the worst just for you. You remembered laughing and saying that he actually brought the best in you.

And then you remembered telling him you liked him and wanted to take your relationship into another level. He agreed, more than happy to date you despite your condition of keeping the relationship a secret.

You made yourself perfectly clear with what you wanted, and it seemed like he understood. He kissed you before falling asleep last night. When he woke up, he called you his girlfriend and asked you to go on a date with him.

This day was supposed to be all about you and him. The plan was to cook lunch together, watch some tv series, cuddle, and go out in the evening to go to a karaoke booth.

You had a fun time until now.

Why was he making this complicated by suddenly proposing to you?

"I'm sorry," Jungkook apologized, caressing the back of your hand which was still placed on his shoulder.

"I was...excited and caught up in the moment—" He paused, like something struck him.

"Never mind, Tiger." He pinched your cheeks. "I'm just messing with you."

You tried to speak, but Jungkook already turned away from you, grabbing his mic.

"Ah, I'm going to sing Dancing Queen and you can't stop me!"

The worry lacing your system vanished as soon as you saw his bunny smile.

"I wanna sing too!" So you grabbed your mic too, joining him.

The night was perfect once again.

It was so perfect that your mind and heart refused to accept the things that would ruin your Sunday date with Jungkook.

"After years of building things, two great architects of today finally decided to build a life together: Head Architect Jeon Jungkook asked Corporate Heir Kim Soojin to marry him."

You turned off your phone, baffled. No. This couldn't be true. Why would the media report fake news?

You were just with Jungkook a short while ago. You were at his place the whole weekend. He even dropped you off at the office earlier today before driving to the construction site. He also told you he would pick you up later for dinner. He knew Mondays were stressful so he wanted you to relax a bit.

So what just happened?

What was happening?

Why were things changing?

"Oh my! I knew it!" Fran, your coworker, gasped. She turned to your table.

"Girl! Have you watched the news? Head architect Jeon and team leader Kim are getting married!" She squealed, getting the attention of your other colleagues.

They all started to check their phones to confirm the news, some of them even spread the 'gossip' to the other departments. Moments later, you were sure that everyone in this building already knew about the announcement.

They seemed happy for Jungkook and your sister. You knew you should be thrilled too, especially because this was what Soojin wanted from the very start.

Unfortunately you couldn't even smile. Your stomach was crunching and you felt like you were going to vomit.

You were beyond confused. Did the media make a mistake or was Jungkook playing with your feelings?

It was probably the latter, right? Everyone was confirming the news. Soojin also texted you. It was the final blow.

[3:34pm] Soojin: Cancel your plan this evening! We'll be having family dinner, 7pm at our mansion. See you!

You were in the middle of reading her message when she sent another one.

[3:35pm] Soojin: The dinner's a mini celebration for JK and I! We're engaged! I'm sorry I didn't tell you immediately! We're soooo busy right now.

And then there was another one.

[3:35pm] Soojin: I'm so happy, sis! Can't wait to tell you the deets! Don't be late, ok?

You were not hesitating anymore. You were positive that Jungkook only played with your feelings.

Soojin wouldn't appear this happy if she was lying. Or was she pretending?

You weren't sure what to believe. Maybe it would be best to just let things be for now. You had to concentrate on your work. The truth would come out later this day anyway.

You texted Soojin back.

[4:02pm] You: See you later.

The clock continued to tick while you were losing your mind. You couldn't focus on your work no matter how many times you scolded yourself. In the end, you accomplished nothing. It didn't matter. You only had less than an hour before your shift ended.

You left the office at exactly five pm. You were planning on taking the bus, but you were surprised when you saw Taehyung waiting for you in the lobby.

"Oppa?" You greeted, unsure. One of the security employees told you that your brother was meaning to see you. They just didn't let him on your floor because he didn't set an appointment with you.

"You wanted to see me?" You asked when he just nodded at you. He was expressionless.

"Yes. We're going home together. Family dinner, remember?" He reminded you as if you weren't looking forward to that.

"Okay..." You responded since you didn't know what else to say. It seemed like he also didn't have the time to explain anything to you. Perhaps he simply wanted to drive you home.

"Do you know what Soojin and Jungkook like? I want to buy them an engagement gift," your brother blurted out.

You two were at the parking lot, looking for his car.

You stopped walking.

Huh. So he picked you up because he wanted your help? Why were you even surprised?

"It's okay if you don't know." Taehyung looked back at you upon realizing that you were frozen in the middle of the parking lot.

"I'll just buy them champagne or whatever." He shrugged, finally finding the car. He opened the door of the passenger seat for you.

"Let's go."

You blinked, entering the car.

Taehyung had a nice vehicle. It was clean and it looked brand new. The whole ambiance of his car was comfortable, yet you were fidgeting.

The silence was killing you.

"Soojin likes Dom Pérignon..." So you opened a topic related to his gift to the engaged couple.

Taehyung glanced at you, speaking only when the traffic light turned red.

"What about Jungkook?"

You flinched at the mention of your best friend's name.

"Huh?" And then you swallowed thickly, trying to calm your crazy heart.

"You said Soojin likes Dom Pérignon champagne. That's nice, but what about what Jungkook likes?" He licked his bottom lip, stepping on the gas once again. The traffic light flashed green.

"The gift is for the both of them. Not just for Soojin..."

You didn't know why but you felt as though Taehyung was implying something.

"I-I guess he doesn't mind that brand too..."

"Hm," Taehyung's jaw ticked. "It's best to just ask him, don't you think? Better know the truth first before jumping into conclusion..."

"Some things are taken prima facie..."

Taehyung laughed because of what you said.

"Really?" The corner of his mouth turned up. "I saw you kissing Jungkook at the party last Saturday. You both entered the same car after that. You didn't even go home for two nights. If I took this in a prima facie way, the conclusion is that you're Jungkook's mistress, right?"

Your face turned pale because of his claim. Shit. He saw you?

"I thought you left with Y-Yoongi." You stammered, turning to look at him.

You couldn't see his expression. His attention was focused on the street before him.

"Oh I did. But he wanted to check on you first. He was feeling guilty, you know? Said he didn't want to leave you alone..." He smiled, like he found Yoongi endearing.

"He only stopped worrying when he saw you with Jungkook."

"Oh." You bit your lower lip. You hadn't talked to Yoongi yet. Why didn't he text you? Why didn't he warn you? How were you supposed to defend yourself now?

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." Luckily you didn't have to explain yourself.

Taehyung understood.

"Not that I condone cheating. I just know Jungkook isn't in a relationship with Soojin so he's not really doing anything wrong. Man..." He shook his head. "I don't even know why they're suddenly getting married, it's so fucked up."

You remained silent.

"And speaking of relationships..." Taehyung cleared his throat when you kept your mouth shut. "Don't tell anyone about my thing with Yoongi."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." You mimicked what he said a few breaths ago.

He smirked again.

"Good. If our family asks, I'll tell them we're together the whole weekend, unless of course you have a more believable lie..."

You didn't. You thought it wasn't necessary anymore. None of them asked where you were. You doubted that they knew you weren't home for two nights .

Usually Soojin bothers you. Sin-ae too. The latter would question you all the time, finding fault in your answers because she clearly enjoyed watching you get scolded by your father.

You wondered why they suddenly stopped bothering you. Were they too busy planning the engagement announcement? You saw Sin-ae's short interview. She confirmed to the public that her only daughter was indeed getting married.

"It's fine. But you told them where we went. I don't know what to say to them." You weren't close to Taehyung. It would be odd to know that you two were together the whole weekend.

"Don't worry, sister. I got it covered." Your brother winked at you, stopping the car.

You had arrived at the mansion.

Your heart skipped a beat as you muttered "Let's get this over with," under your breath.

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