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instantnoooodles · 1 year

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A Driving Force

An ancient ask from an old friend, it came to me in a dream. Viola.

Gibbs x Reader | No use of [Y/n] | 3.2 k | Mentions of Childbirth, swearing, pregnancy, mentions of sex, fluff with little to no angst

Pregnancy has got you ready to throttle your husband.

Nearly eight months pregnant, and you are going to kill someone.

Someone's name is Jethro.

Jethro, who- after your first baby- thought it would be a swell idea to have another (don't get me wrong, he is more than good at making them, it's the labor and the first trimester that does you in.) Jethro, who is at work and not at home making you tea or rubbing your calves, or doing literally anything other than being at work. It's driving you nuts, and your son may as well be training for the baby Olympics. There's no reprieve, not with a heating pad, not with an exercise ball, not with the piss-poor excuse for a nap you'd tried to take, nothing.

So you do what anyone would've done: You drive your ass to his work and give the security guards some vaguely veiled threats to let you up to the bullpen.

And naturally, he's nowhere to be found.

"I am going to kill that man," you grumble, reclining in his chair, leaning your head back, and closing your eyes. Ironically enough, the background noise helps- you feel more relaxed than at home.

The elevator dings, and in comes the trio. (McGee- you assume- is down in the lab. Jethro says he prefers it to fieldwork some days.) And- naturally- they're yelling.

"I had him!"

"You had shit! That dude outran you by miles! He's halfway to Timbuktu right now!"

"Dinozzo-"

"Boss, I am telling you-"

"Dinozzo."

They stop in the bullpen, and you stand, hand over your stomach, and downright glower at your husband. "Leroy."

Tony's face crumples into something like horror, Kate looks like a bomb might go off, and Jet- well, he looks a little south of terrified. As he should.

"Sweetheart," He walks toward you, hands outstretched, and immediately goes in for a gentle peck on the cheek. You swat him away. He frowns comically.

"Your son is driving me up a wall."

"You shouldn't be driving like this," he reaches down and caresses the bump. Damn him and his soft voice. Usually, you only hear it in the comfort of your home, never at work, and maybe that's what melts your resolve of putting up a fight.

You sigh, slouching into him and leaning your head into the crook of his neck. He takes it all in stride, cupping his hand on the back of your head, drawing circles with his thumb on that place where the base of your skull meets your neck. It makes you fall apart like a card tower. You groan- he has the decency not to laugh, just winds his other arm around your waist. "Is he giving you a hard time?" It's asked softly, gently, kindly, with all the warmth of a roaring fire and the bourbon in the basement. This is the Jet that makes you question if he's really an agent.

"He's been kicking my bladder for hours," you groan into his shirt. It smells like sawdust and mint. "You'd think he's training for boot camp in there."

Jethro rubs gently at your waist- Tony and Kate sit quietly at their desks and have the decency to stop arguing. Tony even takes a field trip to God knows where- it makes you smile. "Better or worse than Dani?"

Dani is your nearly five-year-old. A bundle of joy and Jethro's entire world, she has a smile to light up a room.

And a temper to rival Hell, she gets it from her dad, but he handles her well.

You scoff. "Dani didn't take up gymnastics, and if I recall correctly, you missed the first eight hours of my labor."

"Twenty more to go- didn't miss much." You smack him gently on the back, and he only chuckles and continues to rub the muscles of your hips and neck. "You damn near broke my hand."

"Twenty-eight hours of labor, Jethro. You're lucky I didn't break every bone in your body and shoot you." He mumbles something like 'touche', and you stand in silence for a moment. Jet quietly says 'here' and untangles himself from you (you nearly kill him) until he spins around. Facing your back and winding his arms around to your stomach, he reaches underneath your bump, intertwines his fingers, and lifts.

You come this close to moaning in the middle of NCIS headquarters.

Jet started doing this sometime towards the end of the second trimester when your bump became less of that and more like a mound. (These days, it feels more like a mountain.) The muscles in your abdomen relax, and the relief is instantaneous. Your head lols back onto his shoulder, and you kiss the underside of his jaw. "Thank you."

It comes out in a whisper, but he gets the idea and returns the gesture to your forehead. "'Course sweetheart," And then you just stand there. It could be hours- it could be seconds. Realistically, it was probably closer to ten minutes. Jethro is strong, despite his age and his appearance. If you asked him he could probably do this for another hour and then some. Come to think- he'd do anything you asked him to. And you'd do the same, quite frankly, but right now- right now this is plenty.

Jethro releases the weight of your baby boy slowly, oh-so-gently and it nearly makes you sob (damn pregnancy hormones) and hugs you from the side, careful not to undo the release he's just given you. You peck his cheek, leaning into the embrace, and close your eyes.

And then water splashes down your leg, down your pants, and onto a puddle in the NCIS bullpen.

Motherfucker.

Echoed both in your head and out loud by your husband, Tony chooses this perfect moment to come barreling into the room. "Boss, we got something- oh shit."

"Dinozzo, go get my car," and Jet hurls the keys at Tony's head. Tony, with all his goofiness and jokes, makes none about the situation and beelines for the staircase, Kate hot on his heels.

Contraction number one hits with full speed, nearly taking you to your knees, and Jet hugs you around your waist, keeping you from collapsing and yanking the phone from his back pocket. "If the nurse doesn't give me an epidural this time, you have my full permission to shoot them."

"Yes ma'am," he says, throwing the phone onto his desk. You don't see what he's done with it, you're too busy trying to stand.

The contraction fades, you rise, and Jethro rises with you. "You're early."

"Dani was three weeks early," you breathe deeply through your nose and out through your mouth.

"This is nearly four."

"Well, then, Jet, get a damn move on." And move he does. He makes sure you're standing steady first, before flying behind his desk to grab a bag. You do a double take. "You keep the hospital bag in your office?"

He gives you a quick peck on the cheek, slinging the bag over his shoulder and guiding you toward the elevator. "Been with me for two months now, sweetheart."

You're going to sob.

Jet's gentle hand on your elbow and back gets you both to the elevator in one piece. An agent- you don't know who- is standing there as the doors ding open. Jethro gives him a look that could freeze over hell as he turns around to ask what floor, and the mystery agent steps out.

You poke the 'G' button as another contraction punches through you. Jet gets you to lean against the cool metal wall as the elevator begins to move, and you grip his forearm tight. You're not swearing, not yet, just breathing deeply, but at this rate, you'll be calling the doctor a fuckwad the minute you walk through the hospital doors.

Tony and Kate (bless their hearts) have the car running right out of the elevator in the parking garage. Tony reaches for your arm to help you in but a sharp, "Hands off my wife, DiNozzo!" Stops him dead in his tracks. Kate steps in as Jet throws the bag in the backseat. He opens the passenger door while Kate leads you.

"You're gonna do great, call us when the baby's here, and we'll handle the case, Gibbs." The last part is directed toward your husband, who takes your other forearm as you sit gingerly in the car.

He drives like Jethro. Which is to say: Like a maniac.

You don't complain, even if it feels like you're in the middle of a police chase. He cuts the fifteen-minute drive to the hospital in half, skidding to a halt in front of the maternity wing, and barely remembers to turn off the car before reaching behind him to snag the bag and half-carry you to the doors. You can hardly blink before they've got you in a room, changed into a hospital gown, and are telling you to push.

Mike Leroy Gibbs' labor clocks in at a whopping two hours.

It's a very painful two hours. Jet may have threatened several doctors and nurses to give you an epidural (who complies, you don't know the details and you don't want to.) They whisk him away to check vitals and clean him up, though Jet also threatens to maim or seriously injure someone if Mike isn't in your arms in fifteen minutes.

He's returned rather quickly (you have a feeling you'll have to do damage control when you give a shit.) And he is the cutest bundle of warm brown hair and the brightest blue eyes you ever did see.

You don't let Jethro hold him for something close to an hour, you damn near fall asleep with him on your chest for a little while, but with a soft, "Jet, look at your son." He takes him

Jethro is pretty quiet while he holds him- he was the same with Dani, awestruck by her existence and speechless. He coos at Mike, who's fast asleep, and sways him gently back and forth. He sits down, the armchair pulled as close to your hospital bed as it can get, with one hand cradling your son and the other holding your hand, rubbing gentle circles on the meat of your thumb.

(You crushed his forearm during labor. Not literally, Jethro is still injury free, but there will be bruises in a few days. He knows how sore you are though, and if he wasn't occupied with his new son, you'd be sure he'd be giving you a massage. He was just as good- if not miles better- than when you gave birth to Dani. He was on a case, deep cover, and didn't get the phone call from Ducky or the hospital until you were well into labor. Ducky's phone call was far more urgent- Gibbs drove at least forty over to get to you.)

"Jet, I gotta call Donovan, he still has two more days with Dani-"

"Already taken care of sweetheart."

You're going to melt. Absolutely dissolve into a pile of lovey-dovey goo. "Thank you."

He brings your hand to his lips to kiss each of your knuckles. "He's on his way, your brother drives slower than I do-"

"Jethro, everyone drives slower than you."

The corner of his lips twitch upward at that, and he doesn't argue.

The room is... nice. It's the only way to describe it. You feed Mike, and Jet is respectful and goes to find you OJ while you do it. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable, hun. Figured you could just use some time with him, skin to skin."

Yeah, you're gonna cry.

You actually do, while he's away and Mike has finished. It's not sad tears, they're definitely happy. When Jethro comes back he seems to know it, you don't even have to say anything, he just sits on the side of the bed, curls an arm behind your shoulders, and pets your hair. There are kisses laid atop your head, and he rubs your bicep. He whispers in his soft voice, the one you're so used to hearing that when you visit him at work his 'Boss' tone makes you do a double take. (Is it hot? Absolutely. But there's nothing quite like the quiet tone he uses when he asks if you're ready for bed.)

You sniffle, Mike shifts in your arms as Jethro wipes a tear and a series of gentle knocks at the door sound through your hospital room. One, two, three, four, five, heads poke through the sliver in the open door. "Boss? Can we come in?"

Gibbs looks to you for permission before answering. You nod and smile softly, and he beckons to the agents. Abby and Kate file in first, closely followed by Tim, then Ducky, who holds the door open for Tony, who's carrying two huge plastic bags filled with something that smells magical.

Abby gives you the first hug, careful to avoid your newborn, she wraps an arm around your shoulder while Jethro untangles himself from you to help Tony. ("Did ya buy enough for the whole wing, Dinozzo?")

Kate comes in next, taking Abby's place with a hug around your shoulder. You share grins, and she asks you how the labor was- the conversation is easy and nice. (Everyone knows how bad Dani's labor was. You've come into the office a few times a month, usually with coffee or breakfast, or-hell, even dinner for your husband and his crew when the nights turn long. You used to come in once a week during the first trimester. You and Gibbs would be in the NCIS bathroom with your head in a toilet, hair held back, and circles rubbed on your shoulders. Those were rough days.)

"Do you wanna hold him?"

Kate looks a little dumbstruck. Ducky and Tim are giving her encouraging glances, grinning ear to ear. "Y-you're sure?"

You smile up at her, readjust, and hold Mike out. "Make sure to support his head, arm under his neck, keep the blanket- there you go." Kate kinda giggles- a breathy laugh escapes as she turns toward Gibbs and grins wide. He smiles back- then wider to you- and winks. To this day, it still gives you butterflies.

Kate moves around the room- pacing in circles, bounces your son in the crook of her elbow, and quietly talks with Ducky. Tim comes in for a small hug. "Congrats, Mrs. Gibbs. You feel alright?"

You scoff and pull him in with both arms. "I'm exhausted- I think Jet threatened someone for an epidural."

You give him a peck on the cheek as he steps back, unfolding himself. Tim blushes pink and smiles. "Anything I can do? Food? Clothes?" You nearly start crying again. "I make a mean quiche, waffles too- Abby's can vouch for me-"

You laugh (Jethro's eyes light up at the sound, Tony notices.) "That sounds wonderful, Tim. Thank you, I mean it."

He smiles, genuine, and you get the feeling sometimes Tony and Kate are a little hard on him. Then you remember how they rallied when he was in the hospital from a gunshot wound, and all those thoughts fade away.

"McGee! Get over here!" Tony yells from across the room, gesturing with a plastic knife.

Kate comes over to hand back Mike, but you gesture to Ducky. "Go ahead, Duck. I'm sure you've had your fair share of holding babies, don't make me lecture you."

Ducky smile kindly (everyone seems to be smiling lately, and as cheesy as it sounds, it makes you happy. The my-heart-hurts-with-happiness way. You think the work is thankful, but even that seems too small of a word for what you feel.) Kate hands Mike over, carefully, slowly- his head fits neatly into the palm of her hand, where it waits until Ducky re-settles the blanket over him.

Duckys' a natural- he sways with Mike and regals him with PG versions of his cases. Mike, sleepy and half-conscious, wiggles out of the blanket and wraps one of his teeny-tiny hands around the doctor's fingers. Abby and Kate coo and fold the blanket back over your son. They wiggle their own fingers at him, but Mike stays sound asleep, shifting minutely in Ducky's arms.

Tony comes in next for a one-armed, light hug. (You suspect Jet is behind that- you pull him in all the same. )

"Gibbs mentioned you were hungry," he gestures to the small table ladened with takeout boxes. "Said you were craving pasta."

You pull him back for another, tighter hug, gifting him with a peck on the cheek too, "Thank you, Tony, that's really sweet of you."

He blushes lightly, with a smug sort of look on his face. "You guys can keep the leftovers- McGee's idea."

You give his hand a squeeze instead of words, but he seems to get the idea, winking and holding up your shoulders while you sit up as Jet brings a plate over. He doesn't chastise Tony for his hand placement or the still-visible blush painted across his neck and cheeks, but you're more focused on the heavenly-smelling, rich, and sauce-loaded noodles being presented to you.

You groan. "You are a saint, hun. Thank you." You grab the plate and fork with eager hands. Tony laughs and meanders off to grab a plate of his own while Jet sits on the side of your bed. He's got his own plate- carefully portioned and balanced on one knee as he catches a noodle falling off your fork and nearly onto the sheets.

"Thanks," you reply with a mouthful, but it comes out more like a grunt. Jet gets the message anyway, smiling down at you. You're more at an even height now that you're sitting up, and you watch cheerfully as Ducky looks to you for permission to pass Mike to Abby.

Tim and Kate are chatting quietly. They look over at you and Jet once and a while. (You get the sneaky suspicion you won't have to cook or do chores in the house for months.) Tony is still ladling noodles onto his plate, and you watch as he hands a similar one to Ducky.

You didn't notice when they first entered- or maybe she was hiding it- but there's a little (not-so-little) bag sitting at Abby's feet as she takes Mike oh-so-gently from Ducky. You guess it might be something black- it'll contrast with his eyes, and you giggle internally at the thought. Abby sways over to Tony, rocking Mike in her arms- you think Tony calls him Giblet Number Two, and you roll your eyes playfully.

It hits you suddenly how happy you are, nearly knocks you breathless as you watch everyone crowd around Abby as Mike opens his eyes. This is... wonderful. You don't have words for it: you have everything you can ask for and more, and Jethro seems to read your mind (as always.) He reaches down to squeeze your free hand, looking sideways through his eyelashes. "I'm proud of you, sweetheart."

You smile tearily at him. "I know."

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rapunzelbro · 7 months

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The monster I hide within

A/n: This is a test run to if you’re interested in more. And if I should keep this going. This includes the CW version of the flash with the Batfam mixed in

The nights without the constant whispers and screams of the city felt off, tonight was peaceful for once.

Gotham always wasn’t the best of places, nothing in the world could deny that statement, no, fact. But here you were, sitting on top of the roof of Gotham, you were deep in thought as the cold winds of Gotham blew through your H/C hair. You didn’t want to jump, you had no reason to want to. But on nights like this, shit, all you wanted to do was scream and let it out, desperate for attention, for the embrace of anyone. But yet here you were, left in the cold and gross smog that made Gotham, Gotham.

The city filled with villains and the few decent people that surrounded it. From the Joker, to The Batman and Robin. How the hell did you end up here? You went from working at Star labs, close to the Flash, to moving and disconnecting from everyone in your life.

Why?

You couldn’t even start to explain because you didn’t even know. You heard them reaching out, but all you did was push back on them.

Why?

That one word comes often. Why did you shut those you love and care about out? Could it be the fact they’ll know the monster you really are? Or just the thought of letting them down. Hell if you knew.

I guess that’s just something you’d have to find out one way or another.

A/N. Lemme know if I should continue and make a series. Wanna start writing

#batman #superman #superman x reader #batman x reader #flash x reader #the flash #bruce wayne #barry allen #caitlin snow #cisco ramon #jason todd #dick grayson

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writing-for-the-hell-of-it · 2 years

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Requests : open

Rules

No age gap, bigger than ten years for adults characters

No age gaps more than a year for teenagers

No rape-con

I will do ships and x readers

Fandom

Marvel

Arrowvers

Greys anatomy

Private practice

Station 19

Kamisama Kiss

The orbital childre

Fairy Tail

Yuri on ice

Kuroko basketball

Tokyo revengers

Free!

Orange

Blue exorcist

By the grace of the god

Tower of god

Wise man’s grandchild

In another world with my smart phone

Kaze no Stigma

Tokyo ghoul

We can be heroes

Umbrella Academy

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sixpossumsinaclownsuit · 2 years

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Hello, Tumblr! This is Red Batty speaking.

I'm all done with school now so, hey! I thought I'd open my ask box for fic requests.

I'm not ready to do straight up smut, but I'm not against something spicier either. I'll just have to make the final call, but I can do the same prompt but milder if I'm not comfortable with the ask. No Yandere either, there's too many impressionable teens on this hell site that might think that's true love and I'm not risking it.

Below are the characters I'm willing to write for!

Justice League Dark

John Constantine

Etrigan/Jason Blood

Zatanna Zatara

Deadman/Boston Brand

Batman/Batfamily

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Robert Pattinson/Batman 2022 version

Comics version

Christian Bale/Dark Knight version

Arkham games version

Anything more niche than that literally just ask I'm probably down, like if he's voiced by Kevin Conroy, I'll probably write for him

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

Red Hood/Jason Todd

I haven't played Arkham Knight yet so Arkham!Jason isn't available yet

Red Robin/Tim Drake

Oracle/Barbara Gordon

I can do Batgirl!Babs also

Batgirl/Cassandra Kain

Spoiler/Stephanie Brown

I'm also open to do Spotlight/Duke Thomas but I know f$%king nothing about him so if its an ask generic enough to apply to any Robin I'm down.

Rogues Gallery

Comics, Arkham games and animated series versions only right now. Well, that and Nolan!Rogues. Just not Bane, don't make me write fic for Rises.

I could do Gotham but it'd have to be plot nonspecific or you'd have to be specific about the ask (not against that) but still,,, yeah ahem anyways

Harley Quinn

Arkham games version

Comics version

Animated series version

Still haven't seen BoP or Suicide Squad so not those versions yet,,, sorry gang

Poison Ivy

I WILL do Harlivy if requested, and Harlivy x reader, and Harlivy x Selina x reader… Basically just send me your ideal fictional polycule and I'll do it. Love wins.

Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

WOOF Cillian Murphy too fine, if not specified that's the version I'm writing

Riddler/Edward Nygma

NOT PAUL DANO VERSION. I'm sorry but the 2022 la version is a little creep and I won't write fic for him

If I get a Joker ask It better be the f$%king Lego Joker ONLY.

Bane

Catwoman/Selina Kyle

Zoe Kravitz Selina my beloved, so hmu for 2022!Selina if you like also

Uhhhh I'm tired and ran out of ideas, If I missed one literally just ask

Justice League

just animated series and comics. No, I haven't seen Snyderverse. Yes, I'll be a little bitchy about it. Shazam and Aquaman and Wonder Woman can stay though. I'll write for live action Aquaman and WW, but not Shazam bc he's. Literally a child. Mkay.

Superman/Clark Kent

Batman (see above)

Green Lantern

John Stewart

Hal Jordan

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

Aquaman/Arthur Curry

Flash

Wally West

Barry Allen

Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

Haven't seen Arrow in years so bear with me if you want arrowverse!Ollie

Arcane (League of Legends)

Caitlin

Vi x Caitlin x Reader or any other polycule for that matter

Viktor

Jayce

Silco

Vander

Jinx

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Piper

Preston Garvey

If there's anyone missing just talk to me about it, thanks guys love u

Skyrim

Brynjolf

Mercer Frey

Vilkas

Farkas

Aela

Serana

Cicero

Adrianne and Ulfberth War-Bear (at Shieldmaiden's)

this one is niche as hell they're not even companions or marriable but I'm putting it on the list

If there's anyone missing just talk to me about it, thanks guys love u

Markiplier Egos

Damien/Darkiplier

Engineer!Mark

William (the colonel)/Wilford (motherloving) Warfstache

Yancy

Illinois Jonesiplier

Heist!Mark (I'm not sure if this is Actor!Mark or not but oh well he's on the list)

Antisepticeye (he almost counts)

Mortal Kombat

I'll do the game or the movie I'm just a bit rustier on game lore, pls bear with me.

Scorpion/Hanzo Hasashi

Sub-Zero/Kuai Liang

Kenshi

Liu Kang

Raiden

Johnny Cage

Sonya Blade

Johnny x Sonya or Johnny x Sonya x reader

Jax Briggs

Kitana

Kano

Kotal Khan

Jade

Cassie Cage

Jacqui Briggs

Kung Jin

Takeda

Marvel

I'm having a bit of a love/hate relationship with the MCU right now so these are the few I'm writing for, if there's someone you want me to write for from comics lore, just hmu and we'll see what I can do for you

Moon Knight

Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, all together or individually

Doctor Stephen Strange

**or any of his variants.

Also AUs. I'm down for AUs like "in this universe of DS he's like [blank]" so when mcu!DS comes through its like [blank]... you get the idea.

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximo

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

I'll do Peter Maximoff also but X-men get their own special section, see below

Loki

2012!Loki

TVA!Loki

President!Loki

Disneyland Loki

X-Men

Its not that I think I'm better than people because I prefer writing comics/animated series it's just. I know that better. And the movies make my head hurt sometimes but a few of them are cool it's literally random so just. Ask.

Cyclops/Scott Summers

(This one for my bestie mwah)

Emma Frost

Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

Deadpool (does he count? Fuck it, he was a trainee)

Colossus/Piotr Rasputin

Mystique/Raven Darkhölme

Magneto/Erik (Magnus) Lensherr

This is one I will write straight from the movies because good lord is his character hot as fuck compelling and a dilf well written

Shadowcat/Kitty Pride

Rogue/Anna-Marie

Gambit/Remy LeBeau

Gambit x Rogue x reader, and any other polycule basically

Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

Storm/Ororo Munroe

There's so many at this point I can't remember them all just ask

Defenders

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Jessica Jones

Foggy Nelson

Karen Page

Punisher/Frank Castle

I ask that you keep my punisher reqs spoiler free as I'm catching up on the show right now

Spiderverse

Peter Parker

Peter B. (ITSV)

Tom Holland

Andrew Garfield

Tobey Maguire

(I'm rustier on the live action babies so give me grace here)

Spiderman 2099/Miguel O'hara

Spider!Gwen

Spiderman Noir

Spider!Gwen x Andrew Garfield!Spiderman

Spiderman/Miles Morales

He WILL be aged up or shipped with a teen reader, anything else will get doused in gasoline and set on fire.

Eddie Brock/Venom

Note: I'm more willing to do spiderverse x ocs bc I know the spidersona brainrot is real. Hell, at this point, I might do oc x oc content for spiderverse because I've been there (and I've got a bestie with two spider ocs in a ship, love u cas)

Doc Ock/Otto Octavius

Doc Ock/Liv Octavius

Lmao I might do liv x aunt may if its funny or wholesome enough

Mysterio/Quentin Beck

It'll only be mcu!beck if explicitly stated that's what you want.

Green Goblin/Norman Osborne

Electro/Max Dillon

Sandman/Flint Marko

Lizard/Dr. Curtis Connors

If you think I'm missing someone just ask

Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

Fka Vanya for anyone not up to speed, he's going by Viktor now that Elliot Page has come out

I will not use she/her pronouns or the name Vanya, if I get a req for Vanya it will be written for Viktor.

Nolan!Verse: Inception & Tenet

Robert Fischer

Eames

Arthur

Saito

Ariadne

I'll do he/him or she/her pronouns for Ariadne following Elliot coming out

The Protagonist

Neil

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fanficwritersworld · 2 years

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Gotham's Girl

Summary: Two times the Reader scared Jordan and hte one time he couldn't stop her

Pairing: Jordan Kent x Wayne!Reader

Requested: by someone who wanted to remain anon

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Protective Jordan, Gotham rogue, near-death and explosives.

Prompts: General Prompt List-

54;"Did you seriously pull a gun on me? Do you know who I am?

58;"I picked the wrong week to stop drinking"

& 77; "I care about you, and you don’t make it easy when you’re always putting yourself in danger"

Masterlist | Prompt List

The First Time

“(Y/N)!”

You turned to see your boyfriend smiling at you as you danced in the crowd, a beer bottle in hand. “Metropolis! You made it!” You exclaimed, running over to Jordan. He went red at the nickname, his warm neck against your freezing wrists as you wrapped them around him. Jordan kissed your cheek, smiling at you. God did he miss your presence.

SATs were murder this year, him and Jon were cramped for studying along with helping their Dad on Superman duties. He barely had time to even call you and when he did you were freaking out about your own family troubles. Your older brothers were coming to Smallville to keep you ‘in line’.

You handed him and Jon a beer each. “Come on! The party’s just getting started!” You jumped, dragging Jordan to dance. “You seem happier than usual?” Jordan smiled, spinning you to the song that blared through the field. “SATs are over! And I’ve got my favourite person in the world, what more do I need right you” You smiled, bouncing around him.

Honestly, you knew this would be your last night out until your brothers left Smallville. You knew that your dad just sent them to keep you safe. You pushed those thoughts aside, not the time.

You danced and drank the night away with Jordan, drinking as many beers as you could. Tomorrow? Not even on your mind.

You groaned when suddenly your source of warmth was gone. Barely opening your eyes you grabbed Jordan’s hand. “No. Sleep” You groaned, trying to pull him back. Jordan only laughed, kissing your head. “Sorry babe but we need to clean your house” He sighed, scoping you in his arms.

You fell back asleep rather quickly only to be woken just as fast. Jordan placed you on a chair, grabbing your cleaning supplies. You huffed before grabbing the garbage bags and dragging them out into your trash can. The cold was the worst in Smallville, which was strange for the time of year.

Walking back inside, you grabbed Jordan’s football jacket and threw it over you. The smell of bleach became intoxicating. “I know the place is messy but I’m not that bad” You glared at Jordan. “Grandma taught me and Jon how to clean, blame her” Jordan smirked at you.

“Fuck you” You hissed, grabbed a roll of blakc bags. “I’ll tackle upstairs, knowing the boys, they won’t be sharing a room until I’m in a grave” You rolled your eyes, Jordan’s laughing echoing in your home.

Four hours and you just collapsed onto the couch. Jordan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. “Thanks for the help Jor” You smiled, snuggling into his chest. Jordan only kissed your temple before closing his eyes. You did the same.

“Sissy!” Your eldest brother’s voice boomed, stopping you from sleep. “You better be fully clothed” Your other brother yelled, the sound of him dropping his bag making you jump. “I’m eighteen, not a hooker Jason!” You shouted, jumping over the chair.. The four brothers only gave you cheeky grins, noticing Jordan behind you. “Who’s the boy then?” Jason asked, raising his eyebrow at Jordan. “Boys this is Jordan, my boyfriend. Jordan these are the idiots I share an upbringing with” You smiled quickly.

“Not even a proper introduction as usual sister” Damian scoffed. You glared at your brother. “A scowl and ignorance as usual brother” You responded. There may only be four months between you and Damian but you might as well be rivals they way you both fight.

“I’m Dick, (Y/N)’s eldest brother. The one next to me is Jason” Dick introduced Jordan to him and Jason, who waved with a shit eating grin. “The walking zombie is Tim and the one with the permanent scowl is Damian” Tim mumbled in response and Damian just looked Jordan up and down.

“You lot are so lucky” You hissed, seeing their intentions. You grabbed Jordan’s hand, tapping a bit of morse code. “Well, I should get going. Dad and Jon want to practice before the game tomorrow” Jordan understood, waving a goodbye to your brothers.

You walked him to the door, knowing your brothers were watching. “I promise you that those four won’t stop me from coming to the game” You told him, kissing his cheek. “It’s okay, besides I doubt they want to go back to Gotham after just leaving” Jordan chuckled. “I really don’t want you to leave” You moaned. “Well if you need to escape, Mom will be glad to have you at the Gazette” Jordan smiled before kissing your head once more.

You sighed before going back to your brothers, who made themselves at home. “What did Dad find?” You asked, sitting down in front of them. “You’re being watched sis” Jason said, pulling all the blinds and curtains. Tim ws checking everywhere and anywhere for bugs, his zombie persona gone like lightning. Damian laid out weapons and a very familiar suit.

“They’re in Smallville! And Supes said the place was safer than Central City” You huffed. “Any idea who? I’m dying for a bit of action!” You asked, twirling a dagger in between your fingers. “Not yet, you should keep a low profile at the game tomorrow. Be lucky no one knows your B’s ward” Dick said, patting your head.

“Besides that, your boyfriend seems like he can hold his own”Jason wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Don’t do that again” You grimace. “So? How’d you two meet?” Dick asked you with puppy eyes. Tim and Damian looked ever so eager to know whilst Jason only rolled his eyes.

“Fine!”

You groaned as Alfred placed your bags inside the new two storey home. “Are you going to be okay Miss (Y/N)” he asked you. You smiled at the man who felt like a grandfather to you. “I’m always fine. Besides, Dad gave me a credit card so I can do what I want with this place” You told him, giving him one final hug.

So here you were, standing outside the principal’s office waiting for a Jordan C. Kent to show you around. “Sorry I’m late!” a boy shouted, running towards you. He was different from the boys back home in Gotham. For one he didn’t look like he had a secret agenda towards you. But his curly dark hair bounced as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes were a mix of blue and green, like an ocean was just placed on his eyes. He wasn’t scrawny but wasn’t large either, more of a mix in between from what you could see with that oversized hoodie on. “I’m Jordan, nice to meet you. Sorry I’m late” He smiled, holding out his hand.

You shook it, smiling at him. “You already apologized for that. I’m (Y/N) (L/N)” You introduced yourself.

Seeing as no one wanted to be associated with the girl from Gotham, you sat outside for lunch everyday, enjoying the much needed sun. “You good?” Jordan’s voice asked, looking down on you. “Yep. Why? Someone say I was going to murder them or something?” You asked back, earning a chuckle from Jordan.

He sat down next to you, his ocean eyes trained on you. “Your eyes, did you know they sparkled in the sunlight” He let slip, going red once he realised he said it outloud. You also went red, not used to a genuine compliment. “N-No, we don’t get much sun in Gotham” You answered, looking down at your food. “Well, they do and it’s uh-uhhh very pretty-- I mean you looked very pretty” Jordan jumbled his words, making you laugh.

He looked at you, laughing along. “You’re so weird Kent, you know” You shook your head, resting it against a tree. “So are you, maybe that’s why we get along so well” You raised your eyebrow, is he gonna?

“Would you like me to show you around Smallville sometime? I know what it is being the new kid” Jordan asked. Usually you’d say no, feeling like your just gonna let everything fall apart but this was different. Jordan seemed like he actually wanted to know you and you felt hte same.

“Sure”

The stands were wild. Constant yelling at the game and cheering for the teams. Your brothers stayed at Smallville, only Dick came seeing as he was less of the press’ main focus. The game was going well, until a big boom came from just outside the grounds of the school. Most of the Smallvillers were scared, while some Gothamites were trying to bring them closer to the field.

“Dick, you go do your thing. I’ll keep the people in line” You told your brother, jumping from the stands onto the concrete. You grabbed a microphone and stood on the sheds the players sat in.

“Everyone! Get to the center of the field. Keep any children under 14 in the center, everyone else stands around them and protects the kids. Let’s go!” You ordered, having everyone listen to you for once. You looked around, searching for Jordan. You couldn’t see him, or Jon. Not even Clark. You ran over to the coaches, handing them mics.

“If all goes to shit, scream into the mics” You told them before running off into the school, looking for Jordan.

You ended up crashing into someone, being thrown back a few feet. “Miss! Are you okay!” Superman’s voice called. You stood up to see him and the Super twins looking at you carefully. “Great! Now if you’ll excuse me I need to find someone before he gets himself killed” You smiled, jumping back up in an instant. You ran past the three supers only for a familiar fist to grab the back of your jacket. “(Y/N)? I thought your days of jumping in fire were over?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well when you put it like that” You grabbed his hand and flipped Nightwing over your shoulder, twisting his hand back and held him in place with your foot. “I just can’t help myself” You smiled, grabbing one of his retractable staffs. “Here’s the deal, either you help me find my boyfriend and his family or me and whoever started this shit show will be having a nice chat before they go to Arkham” You smiled, holding your hand out for Nightwing to take.

“The last year was so peaceful without you” Nightwing groaned, taking your hand to help him up. “Whatever. So any idea which rouge it is this time?” You asked him, forgetting about the Supers. “I am not telling you. You go apeshit” Nightwing deadpanned. “Wait, you know the rogues” Superboy asked you, his brother behind him. “I lived on the streets of Gotham since I was three and was adopted when I was eight” You said like it was an explanation for this.

Nightwing dropped his head, why did he choose to come back. “You’re seriously twisted” Superkid commented. “That’s what my boyfriend’s brother says” You replied, before you could ask questions a loud bang caught everyone’s attention.

You walked towards the sound, ignoring everyone’s silent protests. A goon held a gun to you, ready to shoot. “Did you seriously pull a gun on me?” You asked him, coming out of the shadows you were casted in. “Do you know who I am?” You hissed at the goon, angry wasn’t the word to describe your face.

“Boss! It’s her!” the goon shouted upon seeing you with the electric staff in hand. “RIDDLER!” You exclaimed, seeing the neon green question mark on the goon. “(Y/N) (L/N)” The neon traffic light said slowly, backing up slightly towards the array of lockers.

You smirked, pointing the staff at him. “You know how this goes Eddy, either I beat the living shit out of you until Bats come or” You began walking closer to the trembling man leaving the Supers in awe and slight fear. “Give me the code to turn the bomb off and I won’t send you to the hospital” You smiled nicely at him.

“2693 is the shut off code” Ed squeaks before Nightwing cuffs him. “Thanks Ed, tell your mom I said hu and not to trust the mailman again” You said, walking away from the corridor he came from looking for the bomb.

After Nightwing gave the Riddler a fine punch, he threw the limp man over his shoulder. “Is this how she reacts to all villains?” Superboy asked the vigilante. “Yeah, the only one stupid enough to test her is Joker. But she’s very sweet and practically harmless to everyone else” Nightwing smiled, seeing the terrified teen hero.

“Found it!” You yelled before putting the code in. For a moment everything was silent until a rushed beeping noise echoed loudly. “That neon disaster is dead!” You shouted before one of the Supers wrapped you in his arms.

BOOM

Superman had flown last second into the sky quickly, minimising the damage to the people and hate school. Superkid covered Nightwing while Superboy practically held you to his chest. “Okay I’m fine” You said, pulling away from the Super. “(Y/N), we should get you to the others. Lord knows your father won’t be happy” Nightwing said with a hidden grin.

You glared at him before handing him back the staff. “Next time I’ll shock you” You spat before walking back to the entrance. You waited for a while as the paramedics checked over you. Where was Jordan? It was killing you not knowing if he was alright. The moment you saw Clark helping a kid who got hurt, your eyes scanned for your boyfriend.

“(Y/N)!!” Jordan called, running towards you. He held you tightly, kissing your head repeatedly. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, Metropolis” You warned him, resting your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. “Promise” He whispered.

The Second Time

The entire junior year chatted loudly in the cramped bus. Even though you had your headphones to the highest you could still hear them. Mostly the boys recounting memories. Your head rested against the window, eyes closed. Jordan sat next to you, caressing your hand in his while he read a book.

Every so often you could feel his eyes on yours. Ever since he saw you act like that in Gotham, it made his heart want to explode in love. You became so protective of the people and tried to find him, Jon and his Dad even though you could have taken shelter. So the trip to Central City made him nervous.

What if they ran into more villains or meta attacks? Would you be able to survive like you managed in Gotham? “Babe, your glasses are falling” You said barely above a whisper, not knowing how loud your voice was over the headphones. Jordan pushed them up before kissing a thank you to your cheek.

S.T.A.R Labs was the exact same from when Kate brought you two years ago to meet the Flash. Sure the parts you saw weren’t open for the public but it still amazed you otherwise. You smiled at Cisco as he handed you a ‘visitors’ pass. “Alguien sabe que has estado aquí antes?” He asked you, your response was shaking your head.

The trip was peaceful, no evil metas or criminals insight or out of sight. Jordan smiled brightly, thankfully nothing had ruined the day.

Or so he thought.

The entrances were frozen and a man laughed in the middle of the main floor. “Frost! Where are you my dear!” the man called. Frost appeared as the Flash evacuated the students to a different part of the building. “Stay put” He demanded before giving you a look. While the entire class was freaking out about the villain known as Chillbane, you carefully made you way to a secret entrance to the Time Vault.

You forgot that the room Flash put you in had a monitor that connected to the middle floor’s ctv. “Oh my God is that (Y/N)!” Sarah explained noticing you sneaking up behind Chillbane with a metal baseball bat.

Jordan felt his heart drop, the fear that you would get hurt invading his senses. He watched as you hit Chillbane as hard as you could, eventually the man fell to the floor. Thankfully there was sound on the ctv. ‘I picked the wrong week to stop drinking’ You gasped, causing the class and the heroes to laugh at the comment. The heroes patted you on the back before Flash let the class go. Everyone asked how you got out. “I didn't, the idiot forgot me ‘cause I hid behind a statue thing” You responded before Jordan pulled you in for a hug. “Please don’t scare me like that” He asked you, holding you close. “I’ll try Metropolis” You muttered, feeling a little guilty. If you could only tell him the truth about how you’ve managed to do all that.

“Let’s go back to quiet Smallville” You smiled, kissing him softly.

The Third Time

You smiled as Jordan tried and failed to help Clark with the harvester. Not like you would do a better job, but still entertaining. “How’s your Dad?” You asked Lois. “You know, enjoying his retirement by pestering me every hour or so” Lois rolled her eyes. “At least he calls. Last time I heard from my Dad was at the Gotham game. ‘(Y/N) how many times do I have to remind you. Stop fighting rogues you’ll get yourself killed one day’. He sent me here to stop all that but I kinda miss it” You told her, laughing at Jordan’s clear lack of knowledge over the harvester.

Lois went to speak before a loud engine filled the farm. You looked behind you too see not one but four figures driving towards the farm. “Shit!” You exclaimed, running from the porch as the bikes stopped in front of you. “(Y/N)!” Jason called before jumping towards you. As you both rolled to the ground, you narrowly missed the laser being aimed at your previous spot.

“Damian! Katana!” You shouted before your brother threw one at you. Pressing a button on the end a suit began to form around you. You looked at the direction of the laser. Floating int he air was a man you’ve never met before.

“Who the fuck is that!?” You and Tim shouted, ready for a fight. “I am Tal-Roh. And you Miss Wayne are vital to my plan” The man announced, flying towards you. “Code Emerald!” You screamed before the blade you held glowed green, cutting the kryptonian and making him fall to the floor.

“Emerald down” You gasped, looking at the injured man. “One of you call Diana or Superman” You breathed, falling to your knees. Jordan was by your side so fast, holding you close. You didn’t even notice that your brothers asked Clark to detain the kryptonian who’s veins glowed green from the katana.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Jordan asked you, his thoughts going in every direction. “I just found out the person who’s been threatening me for the past year was a kryptonian” You gasped, the overwhelming fear still in your system. “You’re Dad is Superman and you're one of the Supertwins and I’m the daughter of Bruce Wayne and my older brothers are Batman’s sidekicks” You gasped, feeling your body shut down.

This wasn’t normal at all. “Timmy? Did you give Jay something to calm me down?” You asked your brother. “Yeah, sorry. We didn’t want you to get killed” Your brother apologised. “Good idea” You slurred before falling asleep in Jordan’s arms

When you woke up, Jordan was holding your hand while sitting on the floor of his room. You felt groggy as you went to sit up. “What the fuck did Jay give me?” You asked out loud. “A low dosage of Propofol. You’ve been out for a bit” Jordan answered, showing you the time. It was late, too late to walk home. “Your brothers explained everything. About Batman and Tal. I’m kinda just happy I don’t have to hide this from you anymore” Jordan told you.

You moved over on his bed to allow him to sit with you. “It killed me to keep it from you. I was scared I’d lose you” You admitted, laying your head on his shoulder. “ I care about you, and you don’t make it easy when you’re always putting yourself in danger” Jordan sighed, wrapping his arms around you. “I know, I can’t promise I won’t go head first into a fight. But I can promise I’ll be careful when I do” You explained, his chin resting on top of your head.

“I can live with that”

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Distraction

leroy jethro gibbs x reader

fluff, drinking, mentions of sex, death,

based on earlier seasons

AN: ahh my first NCIS little drabble! requests are open so request something!

The moon was shining into the windows of the dimly lit bar. It defiantly wasn’t the nicest one you’d ever been in, but when a old friend insisted on bringing you, you gave in.

She had been babbling to you, for days, about the man who owns it and how they are sleeping around with each other. She continued to then beg for you to come and check it out, then maybe bring some of your coworkers so the guy she liked so much could have more customers.

“Come on Y/n!” Your friend, Elise, whined. She sat up from her position on the couch in your apartment, and locked her fingers around your wrist to get you to stand. “Let’s go! It’s a good place! Popular! Fun! Drinks are cheap,” She was very cheery and trying her hardest to convince you as well.

“Not now,” You groaned, trying to use your weight to stay on the couch. “Brandon is coming over and I had plans to have a nice dinner with him,” You told her, the girl giving up.

Brandon was your current boyfriend, for about two months. Both of you were always incredibly busy with your jobs, him a FBI agent, you a NCIS special agent. So, it made it very difficult to truly see each other and have fun.

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He was helping with the investigation due to the victim of the crime (at the time) being a old navy friend of his. They were going to meet up and try to regain a old friendship before the man was murdered. But Brandon decided to stay a bit and try to help with the case, to find his friends murderer, and to talk to you a bit more.

“A shame to see him go. Wish I’d have see him sooner,” Brandon admitted, rubbing his eyes a little while staring at the body bag.

“I’m sorry for your loss Agent Jordon,” You put a arm on his shoulder and he looked down at you with a small smile. “Trust us, we’ll find him,” You tried to reassure him.

“Thank you Agent L/n,” He nodded, turning fully around to face you now, while they lifted up the body bag to carry it into the van. “I would hope it will be okay if I join you with finding him,” He looked towards you for a answer.

“Oh! Well, uh, I-”

“Talk to your supervisor,” Gibbs interrupted, throwing a camera into your hand. “We still need to hear about your alibi. L/n, get to work on those photos. Todd!” He called out to the other female agent who was walking over with DiNozzo.

“Yeah, Gibbs,” She walked over, fixing the hat that was covering a bit too much of her face than she wanted.

The park was empty, they had found the body slumped up next to a tree with a cup of coffee in hand, which was going to be tested by the lovely Abby, along with everything else he had on him.

“You and DiNozzo go ahead and check out the areas around here, take another camera,” He commanded Todd and DiNozzo, who soon left. “L/n, pictures,” He snapped, now standing right next to you. You quickly nodded and left to go do the job by taking some more pictures of where the body formally was.

“Sir, I hope you’ll let me join you on this investigation. I was at my office, up until I got news of his murder, you can check with coworkers of mine and even my boss,” Brandon told Gibbs, hands now in his pockets and pulling out the FBI badge.

“I know what you are,” Gibbs sneered, motioning for him to put it away. “We don’t need FBI for this, it’s our job,”

“Just for a extra eye, nothing more, I just want to know I did all I could do to get justice for my friend,”

“Come on Gibbs,” You piped up, walking over with the camera in hand and zippering up your jacket with the other. “A extra hand, another person to boss around, and that person being a FBI agent. It kinda sounds like something you might want,” You joked, slowly lowering your voice as his intimidating gaze was put on you. “Or not?”

“I obviously don’t boss you around enough that you feel the need to bother me instead of doing your job,”

“I took the photos!” You lifted up the camera and pulled up a photo of something you found near the body. “Looks like boot marks on the grass, they were bigger and I measured, bigger than our victim. That can help narrow down the search, they were also heavier boots, something someone who’s in the navy might wear,” You handed him the camera and walked to stand across from him, next to Brandon.

“You’re good,” Brandon complimented, smiling down at you.

“Than-”

“It’s the bare minimum, let’s go,” Gibbs, once again, interrupted, and the three of you started walking to his car. “Y/n, up front with me,” He commanded and you quickly jumped in the seat.

“So, can I help?” Brandon asked after there were a few minutes of silence.

“As long as you don’t get in our way,”

Once you made it back to the iconic building, you were excited to show Brandon around a bit, DiNozzo and Todd already doing some research based on some things they found.

“Oh! The autopsy is where Ducky is working at the moment. You have to go and see down there, but Ducky is a talker, so be warned. Sometimes I go down there, on paperwork days, to learn more about anatomy,” You informed the Agent who was happily listening besides you.

“L/n, you are at work, during your work hours, where you get payed to do work. Also known as working on the case, not giving tours, he can figure it out himself,” Gibbs commented, dropping off a couple of files at your desk. You let out a little groan, and apologetic smile to Brandon and walked back to your desk. “Figure out his closest friends, got it, people he was closely working next to,”

“Yes sir,” You plopped yourself down and started to open a file when another chair was soon pulled up.

“Boss is in a extra bad mood today, huh?” DiNozzo laughed, grabbing one of the files near you.

“Big surprise,” You rolled your eyes, flipping to the next page.

“I’ve got a feeling he doesn’t like little FBI agent,”

“Well of course not, he is a FBI agent after all,”

“I’m thinking for another reason,” DiNozzo sent you one last smirk before rolling his chair back to the desk next to you.

“What’s tha-”

“Need help?” Brandon wondered, pulling up a extra chair and grabbing a file. The two of you chatted while going through it. Gibbs down checking in with Abby and then Ducky to see what more they could find out.

Soon, you were all able to find out who exactly killed the victim, leaving to go to the home the man was with another navy agent. You and Brandon took the front of the house, Gibbs and Dinozzo taking the back entrance of the farm house and land, going to check where some animals were located. Todd and Mcgee then headed to a shed that was also present on the land.

You looked back at Brandon, who nodded at you, signaling it was okay to open the door, and you turned the knob. Walking into the entrance and started to sweep the area with your gun in front of you. Brandon motioned you over to a door where he was hearing noises and soon swung it open.

“Liam Han! Put the gun down!” You yelled at him, then pressing your ear piece and letting the rest of the team know you had found the man. You watched the life drain out of the mans face, the first beam of sweat truly drip down, the way his eyes widened every so slightly, and his gun quickly moving to be aimed at Brandon.

You soon shot the mans arm while he shot Brandons leg, other agents soon rushing in and putting Liam into handcuffs and helping the petty officer, who was kidnapped, out of his seat.

“Agent Jordon,” You got on your knees besides him, looking at the wound which seemed to hit a bit below his knee. “Don’t worry medics are on their way, um, are you okay?”

“I might be FBI, but I tend to due more paperwork than field work,” He laughed a little, clutching the wounded leg.

“Why wouldn’t you inform us of that?” Gibbs asked him, same tone in his voice like always.

“It’s not like I’m never on the field, I know what to do,” He didn’t look at Gibbs at all just looking at you. “But hey, maybe this little wound will make it more convincing for you to let me take you out on a date,” He smiled widely, despite his bloody leg.

“Uh.” You looked at him in disbelief and Gibbs rolled his eyes.

“Might as well call of the medics,” Gibbs commented, moving towards the door.

“Wait! No! I still need them!” Brandon called out after.

“That’s something I’m gonna have to try,” DiNozzo mentioned.

“Yeah, ‘cause it would be real charming if you did it,” Todd added.

“Sure,” You told him, laughing a bit while the medics came in to truly address his leg.

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Two more dates, after the first one, he soon asked you to be his girlfriend and the two of you have been going strong for two months!

“I’m in town, please, do this one thing for me!” Elise continued to beg.

“And I never see Brandon,” You fired back. “I’ll think about it, but your flight is tomorrow, so you better go spend the last of that time with your boy toy and I’ll email you,” She quickly nodded and grabbed her stuff, saying a quick goodbye.

A few hours later Brandon arrived to your apartment, yet, not so thrilled to see you. He had a stressed look on his features and no bags in his hand, just a frown and a envelope.

“Brandon?” You got up from the couch you’d been waiting on for the past two hours and slowly walked over to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I think we should break up,” His eyes connected with yours, tears littering the edge of his eyes.

“Wha-why?”

“I need to focus on my work, I’ve always wanted to be a unit chief and in order to gain that goal, I need to do better at my job, and that means cutting off any distractions,” He explained, placing the envelope on your kitchen counter.

“Distractions?”

“I don’t mean for it to come off in a rude way, but this is just the best for me, and now you can even focus on your work more and how to deal with a insane boss,” He lightly laughed, slowly walking to you a patting your shoulder. “I hope to see you soon,” He turned back to the door and left like he was never there.

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That’s how you found yourself in the crappy bar. Elise sure talked it up enough to make it sound decent, but in all reality is was one of the worse you’ve ever been too. But the drinks were kind of good and cheap, so staying a little longer didn’t seem so bad.

Later, when you indulged in a few more weeks, you realized it would be best to head back, yet Elise was off having fun with her boy and you came here with her, in her car.

“DiNozzo,” You spoke into the phone, coughing a bit afterwards. “Pick me up,”

“You’re drunk?” He asked into the phone. “Weird, I’ve only seen that a few times. Not pretty,” He laughed. “Would love to, we’ll not really, but I’m with this smoking hot blonde and she wants to do it in the shower, later,” He hung up, leaving you to dial another friend.

“Y/n?” Caitlins voiced echoed through the phone. “What’s up?”

“I’m drunk, and want to sleep, pick me up Cait, please?”

“I’m out with my family, maybe ask Abby?”

“At some weird rock concert,” You groaned. “I’m not even a crazy drunk, or that drunk, but I don’t feel comfortable driving and I just want to sleep,” You complained.

“I’ve got to go, good luck,” Caitlin then hung up, leaving you to let your forehead fall onto the bar counter.

“Ugh, I guess I have no choice,” You groaned, again, and dialed a number you were dreading to call.

“L/n? It’s late, what is it?”

“Gibbs, I need to call in a favor,” You quietly voiced into the phone.

“What’s this, favor?”

“Can you pick me up,”

“You sound twelve,”

“I can’t drive and everyone’s busy, come on, for me?”

“Tch, I was finally making some real progress on my boat, but now I have to go and save a dumb drunk coworker of mine,” He grumbled underneath his breath, which was still able to be heard through the phone. “Tell me the address,”

You soon told him and hung up. Paying the money you owed the bartender and getting your purse all ready for when the grey-haired man would show up.

“This place is a dump,” A familiar voice muttered, stepping through the door. “What the hell?”

“Gibbs!” You shot up and tumbled your way towards him. “I absolutely hate this place, and fuck-”

“Woah,” He caught your body which just about fell onto him. “You sure can talk normally but not walk normally,” He noted, swinging one of your arms to fall onto his shoulders and his to snake around your waist.

Since the place was about deserted it was easy to get a parking spot in the front and guide you to the car. Once Gibbs opened the passenger door you flopped down, and Gibbs leaned over to buckle your seatbelt, your eyes closed.

“Fell asleep, already, damn, I don’t know where you live,” He mumbled, getting into the drivers seat and pulling out of the nasty bar.

“Gibbs,” You whispered, stirring around in the chair and moving one of your hands to reach for his thigh, though his full attention was already on you, the red beaming onto your features.

“Y/n,” He spoke again, ignoring the hand that was rested on his more lower thigh. “I’m taking you to my place, I have a extra bedroom so it shouldn’t be a problem. And if it is, I don’t care because you’re the one who decided to get drunk,”

“Mmk,” You hummed. “Gibbs,”

“Yes?” He moved his attention back to the road, the color changing.

“You’re my favorite agent,” You laughed a little after, now the true side affects of when you were sleepy and drank too much, kicking in.

“Thanks, I guess,”

“Am I yours?”

“Sure,”

“Good,” You closed your eyes again, letting a grin take over your features. “Gibbs,”

“Yes,” He said with a bit more irritation this time.

“I miss Brandon,”

“Weren’t you supposed to see him tonight?”

“He broke up with me, said I was a distraction. So he needs to cut me off and focus now. Am I a distraction to you?”

“Yeah,” He chuckled a little at the droppy tone of your words and the funny memories of you flashing through his mind at the question. “But sometimes distractions are a good thing. Like distracting you from the troubles that just can’t be fixed at the moment, that’s what you do for me, so it isn’t a horrible thing,”

“Ah,”

“Brandon was a idiot anyway,”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause he was FBI,”

“Yeah, that’s true, but,” Gibbs stopped for a moment, thinking about the words he was about to mutter, contemplating if he was willing to take the risk or not. “He’s also a idiot for getting rid of a distraction like you,”

“You mean that? Gibbs I-” You stopped your sentence after feeling a pair of lips being pushed up against your own. You opened you eyes wide to look at the man who had connected his with yours. “Gibbs what about rule-”

“Who cares, I made the rules, therefore I can break them,” He smirked, grabbing the hand in his lap. “Let’s head to my house and get you to bed and some medicine in your stomach for the hangover you’re going to have tomorrow,”

“Oh, okay,”

“After I finish up on my boat,”

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leahseclipse · 3 years

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Summarizing.

Gender neutral reader

- Blossoming Friendship ++ September 2003

Summary: Just our two ex-secret agents chilling after quitting their jobs and deciding whether or not they want to work or not at NCIS.

Warnings: None.

A/N: 7-C till Jimmy arrives in 2004! We’ll be there in no time. Right now, it’s the 2nd chapter; released right after the first. I wanted to have at least two chapters released as I dropped the masterlist.

Word count: .4k

Masterlist | Blossoming friendship masterlist | Taglist | Any requests for the rewrite?

You’re both sitting in your apartment, Kate sitting on the couch while you seat on the floor as you both watch whatever can be interesting.

“I’m still trying to realize what just happened, it’s just....crazy, you know?” Kate says, out of the blue.

"Which part? The one where we quit our secret agents aka protecting-the-president-at-all-costs jobs or the one where we got offered a job right at the NCIS right after?”

“Kind of the first, as you quit when you had no reason to and could have stayed, and one-hundred percent for the second. I’ve never had that happening.”

“I never thought I’d be quitting. I kind of knew you were going to get in trouble for sleeping with Tim, but I didn’t think you’d literally report yourself and quit before they’d fire you. So, I quit too.”

“I wish I could have taken a picture of his face when you quit right after you heard me quitting myself.”

That makes you laugh. “It was a good one.”

“You still didn’t have to quit.”

“It took me one second to make up my mind. I never had to think long when it came to making decisions you were included in. If you ever decide to quit NCIS, I’ll do it again for you.”

“Wow, take it easy. We didn’t even call him back. And, if we do accept, we’ll see.”

“At least we have a copy of Baer if we happen to miss him.”

“Gibbs? Kind of. And I don’t think we’ll be Baer him, a lot.”

“He was nice sometimes, but still a jackass. I never liked him fully.”

Kate snorts. “Every time we thought we could like him, when we gave him a slight chance, it was like he sensed it, and would immediately come to its basic self, a jerk.”

“So, we won’t be missing him after all.” You conclude.

“One-hundred percent.” She says, as she lets out a sigh, fondly looking at you. “ "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"I've had a lot of people- including you; telling me that throughout my life so...yeah."

“Well, I’m telling it to you again, in case you forgot.”

“I won’t ever.” You take her hand, putting it on your shoulder. “So, are we accepting it after all?”

“I guess so. It doesn’t seem he gave us much of a choice. He did already say that he won’t let us resign so I doubt it about the job offer.”

“NCIS it is, then.”

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stilloutofmyvulcanmind · 4 years

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May Flowers Challenge Masterlist

The links to all 31 ficlets written over the month of May

A/N: A quick note to say thank you for all the comments and supports you guys sent my way during May, it really helped keep me going!

Day 1: “You look...okay. I MEAN-” + Clark Kent x Reader

Day 2: “Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night” + John Constantine x Reader

Day 3: “Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person + Bruce Wayne x Reader

Day 4: “Is that my shirt?” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

Day 5: “I’ll take the couch” + Batmom & Batboys

Day 6: “Oh, are you ticklish?” + Barry Allen x Reader

Day 7: “What are you doing?” “Hiding.” + “Know any jokes?” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

Day 8: “So...you think I’m hot?” + Sherloque Wells x Reader

Day 9: “Do you need a ride home?” + Kate Kane x Reader

Day 10: “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me” + “About the baby...it’s yours” + Barry Allen x Reader

Day 11: “Don’t die on me. Please.” + “Why are you bleeding?” + Jason Todd x Reader

Day 12: “Stop hogging all the blankets!” + “You’re an asshole.” + Harry Wells x Reader

Day 13: “When I’m with you, I’m happy.” + “You’re the only one I want to wake up next to.” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

Day 14: “Sing to me” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

Day 15: “There’s only one bed” + Clark Kent x Reader

Day 16: “I brought you your coffee” + “Can I borrow that book of yours?” + H.R Wells x Reader

Day 17: “We can’t keep doing this forever” + “You’ve always felt like home” + Eobard Thawne x Reader

Day 18: “I won’t lose you too” + “I can’t imagine this world without you” + Harry Wells x Reader

Day 19: “I’ve always been honest with you” + Sherloque Wells x Reader

Day 20: “There’s nothing wrong with you” + “I wouldn’t change a thing about you” + Sara Lance x Reader

Day 21: “I didn’t know where else to go” + “I’m not going anywhere” + John Constantine x Reader

Day 22: “Of course I remembered!” + Damian Wayne & Batmom

Day 23: “I knew I’d find you here” + “I haven’t slept in four days” + Ray Palmer x Reader

Day 24: “It’s lonely here without you” + “I wish we could stay like this forever” + Barry Allen x Reader

Day 25: “What’s my prize” + Kate Kane x Reader

Day 26: “That was unexpected” + Barry Allen x Reader

Day 27: “You’re more than that” + Jason Todd x Reader

Day 28: “You’re the best” + Clark Kent x Reader

Day 29: “What the hell were you thinking?” + “Did I interrupt something?” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

Day 30: “Run!” + “Breathe, okay? Just breathe” + Jason Todd x Reader

Day 31: “It’s cold. You should take my jacket” + Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost x Reader

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Jason Todd x Reader | Blame it on the Double

Summary: Jason and reader for a drink at a bar, but trouble comes when they bump into the reader’s cheating ex-boyfriend.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, and drinking. Minor violence, and mentions of sex and cheating.

A/N: I was inspired to write this one shot after the song Blame it on the Double by Cory Marks.

Word Count: 1332

Jason held the door open for Y/N, and she walked into the bar.

Usually, they didn’t go out to a bar, they were both more comfortable in their own apartment with a bottle a whisky between them and they’d order a pizza.

But tonight, they were celebrating, Y/N had finally quit her job and was moving on to something better; with a much better income.

When they got to the bar, Jason ordered a rum and coke for Y/N, her favourite is Captain Morgan’s, then he ordered himself a double Jack Daniels and coke.

Jason liked whisky, and he’d be lying if he said Jack Daniel’s wasn’t is favourite, but he did enjoy many other brands of whisky. He couldn’t believe his luck when Y/N came home with the weekly shop, saying she had a surprise for him.

He looked in the bag and found a bottle of Jack Daniel’s BBQ sauce. Y/N still makes jokes that he almost cried, and he held it in his hands like a new-born baby.

The barman put the glass of Y/N’s rum and coke in front of her, and he gave a warm smile, then he gave Jason his and said, “There ya go buddy.” And Jason handed him the money.

It wasn’t very busy, they both noticed. It was still early though; 5:30PM. Y/N suggested they should go out a bit earlier as it’s a Friday night, and Jason agreed that it was a good idea, they planned to order a pizza when they got home; which wasn’t going to be late at all.

They sat at an empty table, and Jason smiled widely at Y/N, “Babe, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled.

“Seriously, I know you’re better than that job.” Jason added, Y/N smiled at him.

Jason took a sip of his Jack Daniels and coke; it tasted good.

“What time do you start on Monday?” He asked.

“Ten o’clock.” Y/N replied, sipping her drink.

“Do you need anything for your first day?” He asked.

“Jay,” She said, placing her hand on top of his, “I’m fine. I have everything.”

“I’m sorry, I just want you to do really well in this job.” He replied.

“Thanks Jay.”

He smiled, taking another sip of his drink.

The doors opened and a small group of young men walked in. They were loud, and Jason noticed some of the other customers rolling their eyes as their peace was disrupted. Some of them even downed their drinks and left.

Jason wondered if this group of men were regular visitors and had a reputation for being loud and disruptive.

Y/N gasped. “What?” Jason asked.

“Shit. It’s my ex.” She muttered, quickly sipping her drink. Jason whipped his head around, “Which one?” He asked when he looked back at her.

“Blonde, in the gillet.” She replied.

Jason looked back to the group, and he immediately saw the one; tall, blonde hair, not as well kept as Jason though; much to his relief. In fact, Jason thought that he looked like a total meathead.

“Him? He’s the one who cheated on you?” Jason asked, Y/N nodded, “Jamie.”

Jamie was obnoxious, rude, and selfish.

Jason looked at Jamie, and he wondered what on earth possessed him to cheat on Y/N; he thought it ought to be the other way around.

Jason could see the annoyance on the barman’s face as he tried to take the boys’ drink orders, they were more invested in their loud conversation than anything else.

Y/N was nearly finished her drink when she said, “Can we go?”

Jason nodded, and he downed the rest of his Jack Daniels, reminding himself to pick up a bottle on the way home.

When they stood up, Jason grabbed Y/N’s hand.

But Jamie noticed them, “Y/N? That you?” He asked, “It is you!”

Y/N mentally rolled her eyes, and she heard Jason scoff.

“Babe, how are ya?” Jamie asked, as he went to hug Y/N, but she backed away, smelling the alcohol on him. That was the other thing about Jamie, he liked to drink…a lot.

“Fine.” She replied.

“I missed you.” He smirked, winking at her. “Didn't take you long to move on I see.”

“You moved on before we were even separated.” Y/N commented, and some of Jamie’s friends exchanged looks with each other.

He was the group's ringleader. He like to be bossy, and he liked to be the centre of attention.

Jason smiled at Y/N’s comment.

“Jamie, this is Jason. My boyfriend.”

“You’re the new boyfriend, huh?” Jamie looked Jason up and down, before his eyes went back to Y/N.

“And you’re the ex, huh?” Jason replied, Jamie looked back at him.

Y/N knew what Jason was like after he’d had a drink; sarcastic, pushed his luck, and pouted when he didn’t get his way.

But she also knew what Jamie was like after he’d had a drink too; louder, ruder, demanded that things go his way, and occasionally violent when he didn't get what he wanted.

She hoped she could drag Jason out of the bar before they both lost their tempers with each-other.

“Wasn’t entirely my fault, Y/N. Our separation.” Jamie said.

Y/N raised her eyebrow, “How?” She asked calmly.

Jamie paused for a few seconds, Y/N remembered his awful behaviour; sometimes he would pretend to be overthinking something, just to add to the sarcasm, “You just weren’t good enough.”

Jason’s face dropped, and Jamie’s friends looked uncomfortable. Y/N recognised some of them, Charlie, Cory, and Fabian, and she remembered they were the most reasonable of Jamie’s friends; they were more likely to talk him out of doing something stupid, not that it worked at all.

Y/N felt Jason tense beside her, his hand had tightened around hers.

“I mean, Jessica, she was more for me, y’know?”

“No, I don’t.” Y/N replied.

“But Caitlin, wow, she was good in bed.” Jamie said, he smirked at Y/N, “Unlike yo-”

It happened so quickly; Jason punched Jamie across his jaw. He stumbled back against the bar, gripping it for support. None of his friends could believe what they had just witnessed; Jamie taken by surprise.

“Shut the fuck up!” Jason growled.

“You don’t wanna fuckin’ do that again.” Jamie shouted, and he was just about to swing his fist at Jason when the barman grabbed his arm, “You out!” He exclaimed.

Jamie looked baffled, “What? You saw what he did!”

“I did, and I also heard you disrespecting a woman.” He pointed to the sign above him, which read, ‘Respect women, or no service’

“You’re lucky my wife isn’t here tonight, Betty would beat your ass outta here.” The barman said, crossing his arms over his chest, “Now out.”

Jamie growled and he stormed out of the pub, “Let’s go!” He exclaimed, but none of his friends followed him.

“Come on!” He shouted.

“He didn’t kick us out.” Fabian said.

Jamie looked amongst his friends, then he looked at Jason and Y/N, and he realised everyone was staring at him, he growled, “Fuck!” He stormed out of the bar.

“Sorry about him, Y/N.” Fabian apologised. “You don’t have to apologise for him, Fabian, he’s always been an arsehole.” Y/N replied.

Fabian smiled, “Yes, he has.”

“Have a good night, guys.” Y/N said, and she dragged Jason out the door, and Fabian, Charlie and Cory shouted, “Bye, Y/N.”

As she was buckling her seat belt, she noticed Jason rubbing his knuckles, “Sore?” She asked, and he nodded, “What the fuck did you see in him?” He laughed, and Y/N laughed along with him, “Fuck knows.” She replied.

Y/N fished for her car keys in her bag. She unlocked the car and they both climbed in.

As she started the car, she groaned, “God, I’m so hungry, I’ve been thinking about pizza since we arrived here!”

Jason smiled, and the car set off home.

He watched Y/N as she drove. And he wondered, how could anyone get dislike her?

He was the luckiest man on Earth.

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ao3feed-inheritancecycle · 4 years

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How to Survive Dimensional Traveling and What Not to Do 101

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by PerpetuallyHaunted

Ever wonder about dimensional travel? [Y/n] [L/n] didn't until she ended up in another world. Of course, no one ever thought that other dimensions were based on our tv shows, books, comic books, and movies. (Reader x Various)

Words: 909, Chapters: 1/103, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of DT101

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Supernatural, Naruto, Death Note (Anime & Manga), The Walking Dead (TV), Doctor Who, Arrow (TV 2012), The Flash (TV 2014), Young Justice (Cartoon), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, The Inheritance Cycle - Christopher Paolini, The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, Fairy Tail, Sherlock (TV), Tokyo Ghoul, The Vampire Diaries (TV), Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), Diabolik Lovers, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Magi: Adventure of Sinbad (Anime), Assassination Classroom, Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Original Animal Character(s), Hermes (Percy Jackson), Zeus (Percy Jackson), Namikaze Minato, Uzumaki Kushina, Hatake Kakashi, Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Reader, Luke Castellan, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Natsu Dragneel, Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, Batfamily Members, Yagami Light, L (Death Note), Kaneki Ken | Sasaki Haise, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Caitlin Snow, Happy (Fairy Tail), Link (Legend of Zelda), Sinbad (Magi), Bart Allen, Korosensei (Assassination Classroom), Okumura Rin, Okumura Yukio, Mephisto Pheles, Nakamura Rio, Mukami Brothers, The Doctor (Doctor Who)

Relationships: Jason Todd/Reader, Hatake Kakashi/Reader

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ao3feed-doctorwho · 4 years

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How to Survive Dimensional Traveling and What Not to Do 101

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by PerpetuallyHaunted

Words: 909, Chapters: 1/103, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of DT101

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Jason Todd/Reader, Hatake Kakashi/Reader

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psychadelickate · 5 years

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NCIS - Sloane: Framed

Imagine: Framed Word Count: 1176 Fandom: NCIS Pairing: Jack x Reader Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: Anonymous Prompt: Can you maybe write a Bishop or Sloane x reader where after she was framed for murder R is mad with them all and disappears for days so McGee tracks her phone (pls end however) I just love what you write! I went with Sloane

The sound of your ringing phone does nothing to ease your mind. In fact, it only enrages you further. You know who’s calling and you have no desire to talk to them, or anyone else. The ringing is followed by another beep, letting you know the battery is almost done. You don’t feel the need to charge it.

No. What you need is a break. To get away from it all… The work… The stress… The people… One person in specific. God, how could you have been so blind? Putting your trust in them, only to have them shatter it. You were done. With all of it.

“Those walls around your heart, they there to keep people out, or you imprisoned?” The question bounced around in your head, unbidden and you mentally cursed. You needed to leave… and now. You grabbed your essentials; weapon, badge, coffee, phone and keys, hoisted your bag onto your shoulder and left your apartment; the deadbolt engaging as soon as you closed the door. Taking a long swig of the bitter, brown liquid, you tried to calm yourself. Needless to say, it didn’t work. No, you needed a few days. Subconsciously, you straddle your bike, adjusting your legs as you start the bike and rev the engine slightly. It was going to be a cold ride, but you were okay with that. It would give you a chance to think as you rode. You reach your destination point almost four hours later and you will admit the sight of your childhood home brought a warmth to your chest that you didn’t expect. The sound of laughter greets you as you open the door and come face to face with your mom. She’s clearly surprised to see you. “(Y/N)? I wasn’t…” she stops midsentence, though she doesn’t have to finish it for you to understand. You haven’t been home in almost a decade, the last time having been when your life was in tatters. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?” she asks once she’s corralled her thoughts. “I had a few days off, decided to come and see what everyone’s up to, but if it’s a bad time, I can leave,” you say. You know it’s wrong to take your anger out on them but you can’t help it. Being home comes with its own challenges but no matter how many times your mother asks, you don’t give her the real reason you came home. Besides, how could you possibly tell her that you were framed for murder and that the people you trusted with your life, doubted you. Even if it was for one second, the fact was, they obviously didn’t trust you and you didn’t know how to deal with that. Five days into your impromptu visit you hear the sound of your cellphone ringing. You didn’t charge it and your mom, being your mom, obviously did. You silence the offending piece of technology without asking and continue chopping wood for the fireplace. The ringing continues, at different intervals, for the rest of the morning, until you take it inside and leave it there.

It’s almost two hours later when your dad comes out to talk. “You said you had a few days leave,” he says You don’t say anything in return. “Your phone’s been ringing off the hook. I decided to answer, if only to get them to stop.” He looks at you to see your reaction, but you’ve mastered the art of keeping your expression and body language natural. He doesn’t suspect a thing. “McGee told me you’ve been MIA for six days, though now that they know where you are, not because you told them, but because he had to track your phone, Jack’s coming to get you. Should be about half hour,” he finishes. You don’t say anything. “(Y/N),” your dad sighs your name. “Just remember, if they really didn’t care or trust you, they wouldn’t be looking for you, or even driving out to the middle of bum-fuck-ville to come and get you. Because I would never do it for just anyone.” When you still remain silent he takes it as his cue to go back inside, but his words make you think and you realise holding onto anger isn’t hurting anyone but yourself. And he’s right, no one in their right mind would drive out here in the middle of nowhere. It’s another hour before you hear a car come up the drive. Your mom answers when Jack knocks on the door. “Hi, I’m Agent Sloane, looking for (Y/N),” she says , no doubt offering her most charming smile. The same one that had your knees buckling the first time she aimed it your way. You take the three steps you need to allow you a view of the front door, without being noticed. You note the way your mother is looking past Agent Sloane, no doubt awaiting Jack’s arrival. You can’t help the smirk that blooms on your lips. God, she looks good. You’ve missed her and then nothing matters. You want to put your arms around her and feel her against you. Your body betrays your brain and you see yourself walking toward her. “Jack,” you whisper. Her gaze settles on you and you see the softening of her expression. “(Y/N), I’m sorry,” Jack starts but you stop her mid-sentence. “Rule number six,” you tell her, “Besides, we’re good. He was brilliant at setting me up. Almost got away with it too.” You smile as you say it, showing Jack you really are over it. “Wait, you’re Jack?” your mother asks. “Of course she’s Jack,” your dad offers. “Now are we going to let her in or let her freeze to death outside?” he asks and then looks at you, horrified at his choice of words. Jack’s raised eyebrow is all he needs to vocalise his thoughts. “(Y/N) doesn’t allow anyone into our home unless she trusts them implicitly. And the last person she brought home for us to meet was Katie. Uh.. Caitlin Todd,” he says and you see the blocks clicking into place in Jack’s mind. She’s not just anyone to you. “Could you give us a minute?” she politely asks your parents and even though your mother doesn’t want to, your dad pulls her in before closing the door after them. Jack turns to face you once again, and you feel the blush rising in your cheeks. Your dad’s comment has changed things. “(Y/N)…” she starts, but you don’t want to wait any longer. You pull her into you and meld your mouth to hers. It’s slow and gentle and then she presses into you and you deepen the kiss, until your lungs are burning with the lack of oxygen. You never want to stop kissing her… but you have to and so you pull apart, your chest heaving and your heart racing. “Trust me Jack, we’re good,” you repeat and she simply laughs as she follows you into the house.

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eddycurrents · 6 years

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For the week of 20 August 2018

Quick Bits:

Aphrodite V #2 is pretty damn great. Jeff Spokes’ artwork is instantly compelling, drawing in the reader with darkness and interesting angles into this increasingly enthralling story of a machine cult from the future by him and Bryan Hill.

| Published by Image / Top Cow

Avengers #6 concludes the first arc in widescreen fashion. Lots of action and big ideas from Jason Aaron with gorgeous art from Ed McGuinness, Paco Medina, Mark Morales, Juan Velasco, and David Curiel. Again I’m reminded of those early issue of JLA from Grant Morrison and Howard Porter. This has been fun so far and I’m intrigued by what else they have in store.

| Published by Marvel

Beasts of Burden: Wise Dogs & Eldritch Men #1 is a very welcome return, even without Jill Thompson for this go around. The artwork from Benjamin Dewey is beautiful as he reminds us that he’s one of the best nature artists in comics, and possible beyond. His animals are just stunning. The story from him and Evan Dorkin is also interesting, suggesting some arcane traps luring in the paranormal. Great stuff for all ages.

| Published by Dark Horse

Big Trouble in Little China: Old Man Jack #12 concludes the series with an epic battle between the forces of heaven and hell as it teaches us the true meaning of friendship. It’s funnier when you actually read it. This has been an entertaining series from John Carpenter, Anthony Burch, Jorge Corona, Gabriel Cassata, and Ed Dukeshire, with this final chapter also delivering a nice farewell to the movie as well.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Black Hammer: Age of Doom #4 has some very interesting revelations that ultimately only lead to more questions than answers. What’s going on isn’t nearly as cut and dried as we were led to believe last issue and the mystery has just deepened. Jeff Lemire, Dean Ormston, Dave Stewart, and Todd Klein have managed to elevate this story higher again.

| Published by Dark Horse

Black Panther #3 finally parcels out a tidbit of what might actually be going on with the series and the Intergalactic Empire of Wakanda, just in time for a surprise attack and more action. Thankfully, the art from Daniel Acuña is still overwhelmingly gorgeous.

| Published by Marvel

Britannia: Lost Eagles of Rome #2 is even better than the first issue. The mystery deepens as Antonius and Achillia reach Egypt and find incongruities they don’t expect within this province of the Roman Empire. The artwork from Robert Gill (with colours from José Villarrubia) is probably among the best I’ve seen from him, really bringing some very strong work here with backgrounds, vehicles, and character designs that are particularly impressive.

| Published by Valiant

Cold Spots #1 is the start to another horror series from Cullen Bunn, this time accompanied by Mark Torres with the artwork, and as per many of Bunn’s previous tales, this is a great start. There’s a genuinely creepy atmosphere from Torres’ art and the plot of a missing daughter and her child, amidst the spooky maybe-ghosts, is a good one.

| Published by Image

Daredevil #607 gets into how there can possibly be a Mike Murdock running around New York and it’s an interesting and possibly hazardous diversion. Gorgeous art from Phil Noto.

| Published by Marvel

Die!Die!Die! #2 is more entertaining over-the-top humorous action that feels like it’s channelling Garth Ennis. Great art from Chris Burnham and Nathan Fairbairn.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Hunt for Wolverine: Mystery in Madripoor #4 is probably the most succinct in sticking to its plot without real deviation of all of these minis. Basically sticking to the thread of these X-women tackling the Femme Fatales. It’s been a relatively decent story from Jim Zub, Thony Silas, and Felipe Sobreiro, even if the art’s been a little uneven. There’s a really nice sequence of Psylocke finding herself again in this issue, though, from Leonard Kirk and Andrew Crossley that has interesting implications going forward.

| Published by Marvel

Jughead: The Hunger #8 is a great jumping-on point for new readers, offering a bit of a history lesson and summary reinterpretation of the events of the overarching plot of the series to date. Great work from Frank Tieri, Pat & Tim Kennedy, Joe Eisma, Bob Smith, Ryan Jampole, Matt Herms, Andre Szymanowicz, and Jack Morelli.

| Published by Archie Comics / Archie’s Madhouse Presents

The Life of Captain Marvel #2 continues what is shaping up to be possibly one of the defining and quintessential Carol Danvers stories. I love what Margaret Stohl is doing in bringing out the backstory and interpersonal dynamics of Carol’s family. The art from Carlos Pacheco, Rafael Fonteriz, and Marcio Menyz in the present day and Marguerite Sauvage’s flashbacks is wonderful.

| Published by Marvel

Mr. & Mrs. X #2 continues this fun ride, tossing in Deadpool and more of the lesser used intergalactic X-characters. The dialogue from Kelly Thompson is hilarious and the art from Oscar Bazaldua and Frank D’Armata is great.

| Published by Marvel

Old Man Logan #46 begins another arc tying up loose ends before the endgame of Dead Man Logan kicks off. Wrapping reconnecting with Alpha Flight around a horror story evoking shades of The Thing and Slither results in a wonderful story perfectly fitting Damian Couciero’s artwork.

| Published by Marvel

The Punisher #1 is both a continuation of Matthew Rosenberg’s stories and ideas from the last volume of the series and a kind of back-to-basics approach to Frank Castle. Basically, he’s lost the War Machine suit, but he’s still taking on the world-spanning super-villains. It’s pretty epic and this is great jumping-on point. The dark humour is perfect, reminding me of Garth Ennis’ work with Castle, and seriously this is probably the best art that Szymon Kudranski has ever done. Along with Antonio Fabela’s colours, it’s like he was born to draw The Punisher.

| Published by Marvel

Royal City #14 is an introspective end of saying farewell to the past and accepting change to move forward. This has been an interesting series from Jeff Lemire, focusing on his most often used theme of family, and it’s been a good exploration of their different dynamics.

| Published by Image

The Sentry #3 is pretty dark, telling the flipside of the first two issues from Billy Turner’s perspective as he goes about stealing Sentry’s identity. This is almost at Kid Miracleman levels of demented. Jeff Lemire is playing with some interesting ideas here, beautifully brought to life by Kim Jacinto, Joshua Cassara, and Rain Beredo.

| Published by Marvel

Shadowman #6 has some truly beautiful artwork from Renato Guedes, as this arc of Jack falling through time visiting the different holders of the shadow loa takes an interesting turn in ancient history.

| Published by Valiant

Shanghai Red #3 is probably the best issue to date, as Molly reunites with Katie, recriminations are hashed out, and we get a bit of a tour of Portland. Christopher Sebela, Joshua Hixson, and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou have tapped into something unique here, and this tale of revenge and some of the lesser told side of American history is incredibly compelling.

| Published by Image

TMNT #85 brings Leatherhead back into the fold, with very interesting and potentially dangerous ramifications following the war between the Utroms and Triceratons. Brahm Revel’s clothes-peg take on the Turtles is an interesting visual choice.

| Published by IDW

The Thrilling Adventure Hour #2 I find better than the first issue. The humour hits home a bit more for me and the leads of Sadie and Frank don’t seem nearly as insufferable as the first issue. The art, though, from MJ Erickson and Brittany Peer is just as good as the first. Entertaining stuff.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Venom #5 is another great issue. The mythology-building in this series is just incredible, growing Venom and his world into so much more. Donny Cates, Ryan Stegman, JP Mayer, Frank Martin, and Clayton Cowles are creating magic.

| Published by Marvel

West Coast Avengers #1 is a great debut, filled with action and humour, as this highly dysfunctional team comes together. It’s nice to see Kelly Thompson doing more Hawkeye and Hawkguy, and the collection of characters coming together to make up the team are bizarre and fitting, carrying on a few of the themes and plot developments of the previous Hawkeye and America series. Though you needn’t have read any of that before you pick this up. Making it nigh unmissable is the gorgeous art from Stefano Caselli and Triona Farrell. This is fun.

| Published by Marvel

Witchblade #7 returns for its second arc, continuing the extremely high level of quality that Caitlin Kittredge, Roberta Ingranata, Bryan Valenza, and Troy Peteri set for themselves.

| Published by Image / Top Cow

X-Men Red #7 advances us a bit further as the X-Men attempt to uncover evidence of Cassandra Nova’s influence on the world and thwart her attack on Atlantis. Tom Taylor has definitely been taking a slow approach to unfurling this story, but it has allowed for the beautiful art from originally Mahmud Asrar and now Carmen Carnero & Rain Beredo time to breathe.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: Amazing Spider-Man #4, Avengers: Wakanda Forever #1, Barbarella #9, Bedtime Games #3, Betty & Veronica: Vixens #9, Curse Words Summer Swimsuit Special #1, Days of Hate #7, DuckTales #11, Gasolina #11, Hack/Slash: Resurrection #10, Hit-Girl #7, Jim Henson’s Labyrinth: Coronation #6, Lumberjanes #53, Mammon, Mickey Spillane’s Mike #3, Night’s Dominion - Season Three #2, Old Man Hawkeye #8, Quantum & Woody! #9, Red Sonja/Tarzan #4, Redneck #14, Stairway - Volume 1, Star Wars: Darth Vader #20, Star Wars: Doctor Aphra #23, Sullivan’s Sluggers, TMNT: Bebop & Rocksteady Hit the Road #4, Wasted Space #4

Recommended Collections: Avengers: Back to Basics, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Cloak & Dagger: Predator & Pray, Deadly Class - Volume 7: Love Like Blood, Giant Days - Volume 8, Jimmy’s Bastards - Volume 2, Li’l Donnie - Volume 1: Executive Privilege, Lockjaw: Who’s a Good Boy, Postal - Volume 7, Sex Criminals - Volume 5: Five-fingered Discount

d. emerson eddy too wonders where all the cowboys have gone. Is it a nefarious plot from some shadowy organization? Or are they all just at the Calgary Stampede?

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