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dairy-farmer · 4 months

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hi! i love your fics and i always enjoy reading the asks so i thought i would send one of my own! another spin on dick grooming tim though this time he maybe doesn’t notice until he gets back with an old flame and realizes he’s been treating tim the same way he would a girlfriend

it starts with pet names. it’s a concept tim isn’t entirely familiar with. his mother and father didn’t even call him Tim, just Timothy and sometimes son when they were at parties. Dick calling Tim baby feels a little patronizing at first like maybe he’s making fun of tim for being so behind and so young but it quickly becomes clear that isn’t the case when the pet name is tacked onto the ends and beginnings of advice and… complements

“baby, hold your feet further apart next time” caked over the edge of a rooftop after grappling with a rouge

“good job, baby” accompanied by a hair ruffle when tim is the first to solve a riddle

and when tim starts responding to it, turning his head when dick calls out baby, other names start popping up

“that’s a nice color on you honey”

“sweetheart just one night patrolling with me i’m sure bruce won’t care”

“c’mon princess all i want is one hug”

when dick briefly gets back together with kori, tim has the surreal experience of turning whenever he talks to her. mistaking each of dicks endearments as calls for him. it’s humiliating at the same time that’s it’s confusing. tim had thought, he doesn’t know what he thought

when the couple parts ways at the end of the strange week dick goes back to calling tim all the sweet nicknames he had reserved for kori and then he starts touching tim in ways he hadn’t before.

helping tim out of his costume, pulling tim into his lap, running his fingers down tim’s neck and massaging his shoulders and sometimes when tim is in something loose enough, his tits

dick insists it’s normal, that he’s just got some extra love to give now that he doesn’t have anyone to cuddle at home but tim is it so sure. sometimes the touches make him feel stuff he hasn’t really felt before, like he needs to pee but not really, like he’s making a mess in his undies even though he’s not on his period

bruce doesn’t like to talk about that kind of stuff with tim so eventually he brings it up with dick, who calls him sweet names and pays attention to him and hangs out with him even when he’s calling someone else baby

dick says he’ll take a look and apparently looking also means touching to make sure nothing is wrong and it feels really good but dick says something might be wrong deeper inside him and that dick needs to put something bigger and longer in to make sure everything is okay and that feels even better, good enough that it’s hard to stay still and dick has to help him hold his arms still

he has to take a pill afterward because apparently there was something wrong with his cunny and dick needs to put a special cream inside him every now and then to make sure everything stays healthy down there but

“it’s alright baby”

because dick loves him and would do anything to make sure his baby’s pussy stays in tip top condition and doesn’t stop tim from being robin or hanging out with his big brother

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dick grooming tim is soooo good!!!!!! especially if he doesn't realize it initially!!!!!!

at first being affectionate with tim is easy and natural because tim is essentially the only bat dick can do that with. bruce is a brick wall and alfred is always trying to maintain this air of professionalism with them but tim? tim is so sweet and small and blushes so pretty when dick hugs him close and rubs their cheeks together while making loud kissing sounds on his puppy fat lined cheeks.

tim is happy to see him and eager to spend time with him and he doesn't punish dick with silences or ignoring his existence, doesn't grunt and reprimand him, he doesn't make dick feel angry and frustrated and like he just wants to grab him and shake him. tim makes him happy and feel good and he lets dick wrap him up tight and squeeze him tight and hug him close and no one ever lets dick do that just because.

no. no if dick wants affection, a hug or a kiss then he needs to be fucking them. barbara, kori, everyone. if dick just wanted a hug because he was having a bad day or to have someone to kiss and smell their nice, sweet, powdery scent there needed to be something more going on. they all did it. barbara got mad if he tried doing that and kori always pushed him away and dick just didn't understand.

but not tim. tim let him hug and kiss and hold him. he was so sweet, so innocent and untainted by all the bullshit drama that happened among adults, mentors, and old flames. dick remembered what it was like growing up with bruce. the way he'd resists affection sometimes even withold it because he knew how much dick craved it.

tim doesn't do that even when he's angry with dick. he'll just turn his head away, his sweet cheek red with anger while dick wrapped around him like an octopus and cooed apologies and asking if his sweet timmy will forgive him. a few wet kisses on his neck and tim will be giggling because he's ticklish.

dick doesn't really notice how he starts treating tim differently. he calls tim affectionate names because he just can't help it. his heart bursts with love whenever he sees tim and so the sweeties, honeys, beautiful, gorgeous, babies, sweethearts just drip out of his mouth and its not like its untrue.

tim is a pretty and gorgeous little thing. and dick loves watching him. the long curve of his neck, slender shoulders, little waist, small tits, and pretty pink little mouth. dick loves how tim leans into his affection and hands with such ease. he likes how with tim its not complicated and he doesn't need to act like he can read his mind to understand when he likes something.

when kori returns from space and something between them sparks up again dick realizes pretty quickly what had been happening.

when tim is over at dick's apartment and kori calls dick answers with a 'hey baby' or 'what's up beautiful' and tim's head will always perk up in the corner of his eye only to realize he wasn't talking to him.

and that....catches dick's attention. and he starts testing it. deliberately calling kori by more sweet endearments, even using ones he'd only used for tim so far. and tim always smiles so sweetly immediatly after dick says it before realizing it wasn't for him and then looking put out.

he and kori have only been together again for a week but he can't help his eyes that keep drifting back to tim, thinking of tim even when its just him and kori.

dick enjoys time with tim. likes how easy it is to be with him. much easier than it was with anyone else because tim was just as eager for his touch. kori doesn't want to immediatly jump into having sex again. she wants to take it slow, she wants them to get to know each other better again (how much more could they possibly need to learn about one another?). dick gets it, he does. kori wants something solid, more real. but the only reason dick was ever drawn back into relationships that kept failing was because of the promise of nice, hot sex within the first few days. and...well... he's not really willing to get dragged along for months, dating someone he already knows he'll barely ever get to see just at the possibility of MAYBE getting to have sex in a few months.

by the end of the week the interest has fizzled out and kori seems to have sensed it. they break up and dick is left with a body that has a lot of unrealised arousal because he'd been banking on that 'we're back together' fuck.

but even if he had been willing to put in the work some part of dick had still been permanently distracted by tim. his sweet baby who blushed so pretty when dick finally called him by nicknames dick often reserved for his girlfriends.

there's something...there. a pull that dick feels towards tim as he holds him, cuddling him while they watch a movie together. there's a knot in his gut but not the bad kind. it's one that makes him so aware of warm skin and soft breathing, and thumping pulses and the tight stroke of his hand while he jacked off and thought of his pretty baby timmy.

as soon as the after glow of an orgasm faded dick expected to feel horror and revulsion. tim was practically a baby. barely 13. he still played with dolls even though he pretended he didn't. dick should be disgusted. but all he feels is the aching desire in his gut for more.

tim is already used to his touch and dick knows it won't be harder to make the touches more...intimate.

tim is eager to please and bruce is so willing to dump tim on him. so tim starts spending more time at dick's apartment and dick starts spending more time at the manor to babysit tim when bruce and alfred are too busy because bruce has started taking on more out-of-state cases now that dick has 'temporarily' moved back to gotham.

dick is careful. he doesn't want to scare tim or startle him. he starts by kissing tim slightly longer and more meaningfully. he doesn't make a big show of the kisses, acting like they're supposed to be jokes. dick treats it like a genuine greeting. he even starts sprinkling in very short pecks to tim's lips. long cheek kisses that drag on make tim prefer the short lip kisses because tim is an impatient little thing.

dick starts carrying around chapstick. cherry chapstick. after a kiss he'll pull it out and tell tim his lips are a little chapped and that must mean the cold weather is coming soon. he holds tim's soft chin in one hand and delicately rubs the balm into tim's pink little lips, finishing off with another kiss, this one longer with a loud 'mwah!' at the end so tim doesn't feel uncertain about it. the kisses get slightly longer and each one ends with him telling tim 'perfect!' after finishing applying balm to his lips. dick starts doing that more often.

his hands stroke a little lower when he's cuddling tim, drifting into tender areas. dick gets tim used to the feel of his hand on his thigh. he acclimates tim to it while tim is busy and focused on things like eating, reading cases, or working on dick's motorcycle.

he keeps tim company and strokes a hand along tim's thigh, ghosting closer and closer to his inner thigh.

tim even asks why dick is around so often now because dick starts picking tim up from school and dick tells him its because now he's free to spend more time with his lovely timmy!

dick is strategic about his moves. because he has to be, he loves timmy!!! he doesn't want to freak him out and make him go running to bruce or someone!

the hardest part of it, for dick at least, is when he starts getting to see tim naked. after patrol he helps tim out of his sticky and sweaty uniform while cooing. sometimes he'll tug tim into his lap with words about massaging away that tension. but occasionally tim will want to take a shower and get to bed. dick starts joining him. offering to wash tim's back or lather up his hair with shampoo.

when tim says nothing about dick dragging a loofa along the sides of his puffy tits and between his thighs that's when dick starts getting braver. letting soapy bare hands wander, squeeze, and rub while under the guise of a massage.

tim enjoys them. dick knows he does. he feels tim get wet as he rubs at the top of his pretty pussy. as he grazes the lips. once he even soaps up his fingers and rubs between the lips while saying something about making sure his little hole and the area where he pees is clean.

but he's careful. too much too soon might blow it up in his face.

dick kisses tim's naked shoulders while helping him bathe and on the couch while stroking a gentle hand on his stomach before reaching between his legs and just...cupping it.

dick feels tim squirm, feels him take shaky breaths. tim might not understand but his body is being carefully brought to arousal.

dick knows he's succeeded when tim comes to him, quiet, nervous, and red and tells him he has a health issue that he needs help with and he feels to nervous going to bruce about it.

he tells dick about his cute little pussy and how it tingles and feels warm and...how it gets wet. but not like how it does on his period. no blood comes out but his underwear still gets all soaked and tim can hear it. he presses his thighs together and he can hear how wet it is and how it drips out of him.

dick is so turned on just listening to tim talk. he gets tim to lie back and assures him dick will check. dick gets greeted by a puffy, pulsing little cunt just begging to have something pressed inside.

dick bites the inside of his cheek to get a hold of himself.

he acts clinical. he gently spreads tim's lips open revealing tim's pink insides. his finger firmly slides in the wetness, pressing on tim's perineum, his lips, and finally his little button. dick presses against it, swirling it around and fondling it until tim is whimpering and dick can see his insides clenching around nothing.

tim is teary when he's let up and he tells dick that that's the feeling that keeps coming. that sometimes it gets so bad that..that it feels like he's going to pee!

he's sniffling and saying he doesn't want to pee his pants and he doesn't want bruce thinking he's a baby.

dick comforts him, sweetly telling him that it's okay and they'll fix it. that dick knows exactly what to do and timmy just needs some medicine but he just needs to promise to keep it secret and between them.

and tim readily agrees.

dick isn't reckless. despite being young and quite naive tim is developing. his pufffy tits and his little womb are maturing and so accidentally getting him pregnant while getting his rocks off is a very real risk.

so dick makes sure to get his ducks in a row. a hidden stash of morning after pills and a couple of tubes of spermicide do it.

dick doesn't like condoms. he never has. and tim seeing the spermicide in it's medical looking tube is enough to convince him that it's the special cream he needs.

like always, dick has tim sit in his lap. he has tim pull of his clothes and, used to being naked in front of dick, he does. carefully, dick unzips his jeans and pushes his cock out while tim's eyes focus on the gel getting getting squirted into a little applicator that dick will press into him.

"it's just like putting in a tampon, baby" dick assures him. "take a deep breath okay? if you're all tense it'll be harder."

tim shakily nods and dick feels some of the tension in tim lessen. to help him further along dick starts playing with his baby clit. tim's breath hitches and dick hums, kissing his shoulder and neck, distracting him while he presses the head of the applicator in and sinks it in as deep as it will go. eventually it won't go any further and dick knows that means the tip must have reached tim's cervix. he pushes down on the plunger and empties the gel into tim before removing the applicator and tossing it to the side.

"there we go!" dick praises tim, stroking his tummy and patting his thigh. "that wasn't so bad was it baby?"

dick gently cuddles tim, kissing him, showering him in love. he kisses tim's red cheeks while waiting the 15 minutes before he can fuck tim.

dick loves tim. he loves how tim accepts his affection and returns it. he loves how tim lets him touch him every which way.

but most of all, he loves how much blind faith tim has in him.

"you ready for the next part baby?"

dick does his best to keep the excitement out of his voice as tim nods.

dick has massaged tim before plenty of times. and he's commented on how tight tim is and how lucky he was to have dick who would take care of him.

dick presses the head of his cock in slowly, biting back his groan at the slide from how wet tim is.

tim's breath hitches at the stretch and dick just soothes him while trying to work his way in to the hilt. tim is trembling around him and dick has to keep his eyes from rolling back at the tight, clenching heat.

he keeps the pace slow, grinding more than thrusting as he 'massages' tim's little cunt. tim shivers in his arms, his fingers try drifting down to touch the 'massage stick' in him and dick grabs his wrist before he can, lightly scolding tim. he keeps tim's arms pinned to his sides as he rolls his hips and thrusts deep into tim, bouncing him on his cock and biting down on his lip to stop his moans.

when he finally cums he grips tim's hips and has him flush to his cock while closing his eyes and fucking hot spurts of cum into tim's clenching hole. tim is panting and red cheeked, shaking from his own release and making softly uncertain sounds because he doesn't know what the feeling that has gone through him is.

dick presses a soft kiss to his eyelashes to comfort him while he waits for his heart to slow down.

dick helps clean tim up like he always does and presses the pill to his sweet mouth.

dick is enjoying the pleasant swirl and afterglow of it all as he kisses tim's little mouth and says that he'll make sure that tim's pussy is taken care of before hurrying him to bed but not before reminding tim that if he felt the medicine leak out that he should just push it back in.

and tim, sweet darling that he is, promises to do just that.

#asks #answered asks #anonymous #dicktim

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absolutebl · 11 months

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This Week in BL

June 2023 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 7 of 10 - I really adore the family/household dynamics in this show. All the relationships between siblings are so well executed. All the tension and sub text and covert glances in the first “modeling” sequence was so good. I really want to watch the BL within this BL. Bruce is THE BEST. Jeng shutting down everyone with a cool few words is genius (especially given the curt sharp flat way he speaks Thai). Why does nobody have parasols or sun hats or sunshades or sunglasses or anything? I’m actually not mad about seeing an attempted reunion with the ex, bc we are getting to see both that (and how) they once were good together, and also the cracks that drove them apart (and will not allow them to ultimately be together a 2nd time around). I do feel sorry for Jeng, he moved too slowly and lost the 1st round. The captions were not good in the trunk seen, but trust me it was totally hilarious.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 7 of 10 - I finally figured out why I am so tense around this show. In openly taking to task and challenging the soulmates trope, this narrative is telling viewers not to trust it’s core trope - which means we cannot trust the main couple to end happily, nor can we trust those characters who believe most strongly in fated mates (Pat & Mai). This means I, personally, not only can’t rely on an HEA but (as someone who also does not believe in soulmates) I am not entirely sure I even WANT an HEA. This has NEVER happened to me before. It makes me uncomfortable because that’s a core part of my identify with these shows. I mean, good job La Pluie, but also.... huh. Back to this ep: Uh oh. The crush is obvious and the soulmate knows what’s up now. The sex scene twist was v interesting, v gay, and v unusual in a BL. Unfortunately it’s still a BL so the faen fatal just HAD to appear. Will there ever be one out of Thailand where this trope doesn’t show up? Next week is the tried & true uke damsels off into the woods alone. Sigh.

Our Skyy 2 (Bad Buddy & 1k*) eps 12-16fin - Jimmy, baby, why so hot in an engineering smock? Please have mercy. Aw, Marc is back in yet ANOTHER BL. Definitely the current record holder for most BLs at any one time. (His filming schedule must’ve been insane at the beginning of this year!) PatPran are still great, and their eps this had me hooting with laughter (startling the cat). I forgot how much I enjoyed this show and cast. (Ohm looks great with longer hair, but also he’s lost a lot of weight. I hope he’s OK.) OhmNanon give pitch perfect LTR energy. Throwing EarthMix into the, erm, mix is fun if awkward. NO SINGING. 2 damsels in the forest! Also PatPran = geniuses at mock fighting. So much flirting. It was all quite adorbs. But me-thinks Chief & Tian have been eating moonlight chicken. Full review below.

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 3 of 10? - was enjoying it up until the last bit, why so digusted by smooches? Bad GMMTV no green tea for you. Trash watch here! Rollercoaster about to go DOWWNNNN.

Luminous Solution (Sat Gaga) ep 3 of 6 - I still only like the high school characters + Dome (WHY so gorgeous?). Is he a magical spirit too? Also, the subs were well off kilter.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 10 fin - God they’re so cute. This show used the manga as a storyboard, so I knew the “crisis of faith over possibility of loss” would happen. Still in live action this felt tonally off. While understandable given Yutaka’s character, and ultimately particularly important for the dad and a relationship with the family, I don’t know we needed it in this BL. The book does have a better ending second scene, but it wouldn’t be possible to do it on screen easily. Ultimately, this show had a simple, touching, quiet end to it. That’s very like the show as a whole. I did love it - it’s been top of my list all along. Full review after the special airs.

Love Tractor (Korea Weds iQIYI) eps 1-2 of 8 - I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT IS EVERYTHING. SHUT UP I AM FERRIL FOR THE BEAUTIFUL CITY BOY AND THE YOUNG FARMER. Come on. Korea. SRS? Plus some language play? I just go die now.

Star Struck (Korea iQIYI & Gaga) ep 7-8 fin - Man this was a difficult show for me. I know we’re supposed to identify with HanJoon but I really felt for YooJae. I’ve been in his position more often than I care to count, and it’s terrible to lose a friend because they caught feelings and you did not. It’s an awful thing to hold a friendship hostage on condition of a romantic relationship. Especially if the other person is not sexually interested in you! All that said, the boyfriend ep was okay. Not sure I believed in this relationship, but it was cute enough. The final ep was (how do I put this?) a loser. We spent a lot of time with terrible home lives and then a semi happy for now final scene? Whatever. Full review below.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 6 of 12 - somehow I keep missing this one, I’ll catch it next week.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - I think the Taiwanese boss is my favorite character. Japan rarely (if ever ) trots out the faen fatal trope. I mean I named it with a Thai word for a reason, it’s not from origin yaoi at all. Yet still there she is. Sigh. This show.

Stupid Genius (Vietnam Fri YouTube) ep 1 of 6 - RL Studio (Stupid Boys Stupid Love) bringing us yet another high school set VBL. It’s actually not bad. I see a lot of common faces whom I’ve enjoyed in past VBLs.

It’s Airing But ...

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) 7 eps - It’s mostly in English and set in LA so I’m not bothering but the first one did drop.

Ever After (Pinoy ????) - I got nothing.

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan Sun ????) 10 eps - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I? (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?*)

Boys Love Omegaverse (Japan ????) - honestly tho? Who tf cares? You’ll still tell me if you find it, because inquiring minds... Irony of this airing at the same time as Takumi-kun. Full circle much, Japan?

Tin Tem Jai Special (Thai ????) - honestly I checked Gaga & iQiyi in my territory (craptastic hotel) and neither had it listed so I quickly gave up. I mean OF COURSE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE Lee Long Shi in a bathtub, who wouldn’t? But...

Just because I didn’t watch the special doesn’t mean I can’t gank Lee Long Shi wearing nothing but soap bubbles for you.

I’m not a monster.

Ended This Week

Our Skyy 2 final 4 eps thoughts: This was an interesting combination, and don’t get me wrong I very much enjoyed it, but it felt like the story was carried by PatPran’s characters while the setting and narrative followed an ATOTS arc - ultimately disjointed. OhmNanon are so bold and vibrant they’re too stark a tonal contrast to EarthMix’s more refined and elegant approach, so for me the screen presences and the style of story clashed. It was like a bouquet made up of tulips & roses: they are both flowers and they’re both pretty, but I feel like they actually belong in different vases. Still, enjoyable. And I got a crying kiss. Always makes me happy. Definitely the best of this bunch, and probably the best Our Skyy (and I genuinely loved both the NLMG historical installment and SOTUS.) 8/10

Star Struck. A friends to lovers story that felt more friends to tolerant yet disinterested partner. It was more about challenges with parents and class strife. I would’ve been disappointed if the show hadn’t come out of nowhere so I had no expectations. But as KBLs go, don’t bother. 6/10

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting:

6/15 Tokyo in April AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Gaga) 8 eps - Based on a yaoi, this is a reunion romance that takes place in an office. Japan does Our Dating Sim? Yes please.

Still Coming - June 2023

6/22 About Us but Not About Us (Pinoy movie from 2022 on Prime) - A professor grieving the loss of his partner meets an ambitious literature student.

6/24 Why You (Khmer BL ????) - Billed as a horror romance, not sure if this is a movie or a series where it will air... nothing except that it exists.

6/24 Tie The Knot AKA Under the Same Sky (Pinoy movie on Prime) Trailer - I guess Prime is coming for our Pinoy BL? From OXIN Films (Rainbow Prince), announced for 2022 based on a true story, Briggs's family runs a bridal business but he has never had a chance to fall in love until he meets Shao, a groom to be.

6/25 Dinosaur Love (Thai iQIYI) Trailer 5 eps - from Ultimate Troop about a uni student, Rak, whose partner cheats on him with Rak's best friend. This gives bad boy hazer Dino an opportunity to hit on Rak at last. From The Yearbook people so I will not watch this as it airs. After Remember Me? Never again with them.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Bruce is so damn fantastic in this show.

Consent comes in all different forms. (both Step by Step)

Fight fight fight!

Sex sex sex blow job! (both La Pluie)

Smartest boy in the show.

Not enough InkPa... never enough. Never never never!

Love the suit.

All from the Our Skyy 2 BB + ATOTS cross over.

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? IVE’s I Am

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oliver-queen-apologist · 3 months

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talia anon here!

i was actually expecting a dissertation-length answer so it wasn't too much lol. that being said how would you portray her relationship with damian? i always hated the fact that ra's raised damian without talia knowing bc talia doesn't remember her mother due to her loa shenanigans and now the cycle is lowkey repeating with damian which is the very thing she tried to avoid.

the thing with damian and talia is that if we want to keep damian the same as he is while also ignoring morrison’s talia, she couldn’t have raised him. she couldn’t have even known about him. so that means we gotta rework the timeline a LOT. specifically the time between son of the demon and talia’s lexcorp arc. my idea for what happened immediately following son of the demon was that talia found some sort of excuse to be away from her father for the length of her pregnancy and then secretly gave birth to damian/gave him up for adoption before returning to ra’s. after she left ra’s following tower of babel, that’s when ra’s somehow found out that damian was alive and took him back (i haven’t thought that part out much yet). if her lexcorp era lasted for longer like i said i wanted in my previous post, then timeline wise talia would have no idea that ra’s was raising her son.

how she would eventually find out about damian and take him away from the league i still don’t know. i have to think on that more. but i don’t think it would be an easy thing for her to cope with. i feel like she probably would have already divorced herself from any motherly feelings after deciding to give damian up, because she knew she wouldn’t be this child’s mother. i kinda get this sense just from reading son of the demon (which imo is so subjective when it comes to talia’s motivations and is meant to be that way). when people talk about why talia gave her child up they usually talk about the dangers of bruce’s life and how she realized that after bruce almost got himself killed. i don’t think we talk enough about the dangers of talia’s life, and how she might have realized she doesn’t want to her child to lose their mother the way she lost hers. talia has a very heavy sense of responsibility and wouldn’t be one to just leave everything behind to raise her baby, just like she would never ask bruce to stop being batman. her own happiness is immaterial to her. “atlas does not smile” and all that.

because of everything i mentioned above, i think talia might have trouble bonding with damian when she eventually does meet him. not because she doesn’t love him, but because she didn’t plan on raising him. she probably did her best to not even think about him over the years. and on damian’s side, i wouldn’t be surprised if he harbored some resentment towards her. ra’s loves talia, but he did not have a great relationship with her after she left him. and add her leaving him to him finding out she lied about losing her baby? ra’s does not take betrayal very well. it wouldn’t surprise me if he lied to damian about her, either saying she was dead or that she left him. so when a traumatized child meets the mother he thought was dead or just a deadbeat, of course he’s gonna have some complicated feelings about it.

however i do think that they could get past that and have a close relationship. i am also a mama’s boy damian truther 4life.

#ask #talia al ghul #damian wayne #i am so normal about them :)

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capriciouswrites · 2 years

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on the fifth day of halloween my true boo gave to me...jason refusing to listen to death

Roy is dead — Bruce told him earlier that day. There’s still a rushing in his ears and a weightlessness to the world that he doesn’t expect to fade soon.

Roy is dead, he’d said. Like a complete sentence, a thought, an end.

But it’s not — it can’t be.

Jason won’t let it be.

He’s not sure what he said, after that. But he’d gotten the name of the cemetery from Bruce. It’s a plot in Star City and Jason wanted to argue — Roy wanted to be buried in Arizona. But apparently no one had cared — or no one but him had known and they hadn’t bothered to tell him until after — until after.

He gets into Star City late that evening and finds a hotel room.

While thematically it might seem more fitting to go at night, to commune with the dead then, it’s usually just deeply suspicious and more likely to get the cops called on him.

So he forces himself to stay in the hotel room and wait.

The sun rises, and he still waits and waits and waits and as soon as the clock says eight he allows himself to leave.

It takes a little longer to find Roy’s plot then he would like, and he frowns at the headstone and his hands itch for the sledgehammer he’d left in his rental. But no, no one gave him a choice, he will give Roy a choice.

So he sits down with his knees folded under him and looks down and ducks his head and lets out a breath and steps out of his body. He doesn’t want to linger, so he doesn’t waste time looking around, instead just reaching forward and ripping reality open so he can step through the ragged tatters before they close after him. Death — being dead — is different for everyone. People who think they deserve hell get it, those who believe fully in heaven get that — and everyone else just gets something in between. But always personal.

Jason looks around the landscape now, no longer the sunny sky of Star or the green grass of an over watered cemetery, but instead shadowy dark ground stretching endlessly in every direction, with figures kneeling or sitting everywhere.

Some of them are more ragged than others, mere wisps. Those are the ones who are almost done — those are the ones who actually get to be done. They just fade away. Some faster than others and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if Roy is already —

Jason takes a breath, or completes the miming of taking a breath, a spirit doesn’t need to breathe, and looks around.

He doesn’t see Roy — being close to his grave doesn’t mean anything here, of course, except that if he doesn’t want to be dead then Jason will be able to help immediately.

So he takes another moment and closes his eyes and — there, there’s a tug on his heart, and he turns until it’s pulling him forward.

He is careful not to step on anyone as he walks. It won’t hurt them, it won’t hurt him, but it’s still invasive. He’d see their personal afterlife and that’s — these people are strangers to him, it just doesn’t seem right.

It’s surprisingly easy to see who is experiencing a good afterlife, and who’s not — faces serene and pleased or twisted into a grimace. Some of the souls — spirits — ghosts are tangled with others, hands holding hands, shoulders brushing.

Both have to chose that, have to want that — and Jason does his best not to feel jealous when he sees it.

It’s easy not to feel jealous when he sees a whole family — their clothes covered in blood and glass and one of the women is holding a baby to her breast and the other has her arm around a child and —

Car accident, he thinks, and it took the whole family. Just when he takes a step away the baby’s eyes open and stare at him.

He stares back, heart in his throat because — because Draca had told him, about how death never held some souls. She’s the one who taught him how to do this. And made him meditate until he could remember the other times it had happened to him — freezing to death one night in mid winter and waking up in his body when he thawed in the morning — a broken neck from a hit he’d failed to dodge from Willis, Willis too drunk to remember and Catherine too high to realize it was real and not an awful dream when he woke up the next morning with an aching neck but alive — when he’d drowned in too deep water as a baby.

But he’s never seen another one — but the baby is aware, staring at him, and for half a moment he thinks he should take it, help it but — but before he can do anything the baby fades, settling back in it’s body.

He hopes, for the baby’s sake, that the emergency personnel are willing to call it a miracle and nothing dark follows the kid.

He shakes his head and continues to walk, still keeping an eye out but now trying to avoid noticing anything.

He’s here for Roy, that’s all.

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There’s something Roy’s forgetting, he’s not sure what it is and it’s not really bothering him but it’s still there, waiting. But, hell, maybe it’s just being at Sanctuary that’s still got him on edge. He’s been in programs before, and this one is for heroes, but it’s really not all that different than the others. Group is still a painful necessity and there are still just so many eyes on his every move.

But it’s good. It’s what he needs to do to be worthy of the people in his life.

He turns and realizes that someone’s come in his door and — “Jaybird!” he can’t help the grin that stretches his face even as he steps forward and manhandles him into a hug. Usually Jason resists them at least at first, but he’s stopped actively fighting them off years ago, but this time he clutches at Roy’s back and collapses against him and Roy feels his heart plummet. “Jaybird?” he rubs Jason’s back and cards his fingers through his hair, even as he feels the shoulder of his shirt go wet with tears. He does his best to keep his own alarm out of his voice as he tries to guide them over towards the bed — there aren’t chairs in the room that wouldn’t break under their combined weight and he can’t let go of his friend. “What’s wrong?”

Jason continues to shudder in his arms for another few minutes, and Roy keeps an eye on the door but doesn’t feel like he should push him yet — the fact that he’s showing so much vulnerability is a lot.

“Jason?” he prods, gently, when the tears have tapered off. Jason leans back and wipes roughly at his eyes before reaching out to hold Roy’s face between his hands. “You’re freaking me out buddy, what’s going on?”

“Do you want to be dead?” Jason asks, eyes glowing slightly in a way Roy isn’t used to seeing outside of those rare occasions when he’s lost his helmet during a fight and his lenses are up.

“Uh, no? Is that — you know I’m here to get better, man,” he says, fighting back the urge to make a joke.

Jason’s grip tightens on his face, and it doesn’t hurt but it’s close. “Are you sure? Death is peaceful.” His lip curls back in a snarl and his eyes are glowing more.

“You are really freaking me out, Jaybird,” he says, and tries to pull away but Jason won’t let him and he doesn’t know what’s happening but Jason’s still staring at him and he did ask a question so — “I’m sure, I don’t want to die.”

Jason’s eyes dart over his face for a long moment before he nods and then kisses Roy’s forehead — and vanishes.

“What the fuck…” Roy looks around the room and rubs at his arm. If that was a hallucination then he’s doing worse than he thought and —

Jason is suddenly back, only he’s wearing a jacket now, not a shirt and — “You ready for this Harper?”

“Um,” Roy only manages the one syllable before Jason is pulling him into a kiss with sure hands and Roy is happy to let his questions rest for a moment as he melts into it — and then he’s gasping for breath, flat on his back and Jason looming over him.

“What.” he manages, barely, before he starts to cough and he tries to roll over but there’s not much space and — is he — is this —

Jason hands him a bottle of water and he downs the whole thing before he can stop coughing and looks up through the dirt lined walls up to the sky and then he turns back to Jason in disbelief. “Why am I in a coffin?”

Jason smiles, bright as anything, “I promised I’d never leave you anywhere you didn’t wanna be, didn’t I? Come on, we gotta go before the cops show up.”

And Roy has so many questions, but he lets Jason pull him out of the hole — marveling briefly at the tombstone with his name on it, what, before being bundled into a car.

Getting answers from any of the bats can be like pulling teeth, but Roy is really hoping that Jason is going to at least give him something about this, because.

Because what the hell.

#jayroy #royjay #roy harper #jason todd #fanfic #this one will probably be cleaned up and posted to ao3 at some point #maybe with some more added #but for now have this that i just wrote in like half an hour #because i keep forgetting i'm doing this nonsense #enjoy the twelve days of halloween

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Jason didn’t come to Bruce clean.

Although Bruce promised not to look into Jason too much, Jason knows the man has. Still, despite all of Jason’s misdemeanors: petty theft and shoplifting, vandalism of automobiles and solici–despite a record that spans nearly a decade and despite his history as the son of a small-time crook and a drug addict, Bruce stays. Jason is all crossed wires and fucked up associations; he’s more trouble than he’s worth, but Bruce stays.

So does Dick.

(Jason doesn’t know what all Dick knows; if he knows anything at all beyond who Jason has been and who he’s trying to be. It’s enough that he’s seen it–all the burns along his shoulder and neck).

They both stay even though they know that Jason is a bridge better burned. They’ve let themselves know him, care for him, want him: the alley brat, the dumpster baby, the tweaker whore. Jason is no hero. There’s nothing good or gracious about him. He always wanted to be clean, but the truth is that he’s not. The truth is that Jason is his parents’ child and were it not for Bruce picking him up–Jason knows he wouldn’t have amounted to anything good. Another criminal, another addict; desperate, hurting, just trying to get by.

Jason never used to imagine much of a future for himself. Even with all his bluster and bravado, his hopes of finding enough of a foothold to leverage himself out of destitution and make a better life for himself–Jason knows how badly the odds were stacked against him. Maybe Jason has more restraint and willpower than some of the others, but he’s nothing special. It’s just sometimes–sometimes he’s lucky.

Luck is the only thing that saved him. Right place, right time, right person.

Jason never used to imagine much of a future for himself because it was hopeless. It would have broken his nerve to be real with himself and know: this is it. Same streets, same creeps; day after day until he died in a gutter.

Everything has changed in the past years though and now Jason can’t stop thinking about it: today, tomorrow, next week and next month and next year and longer still. He has the same thought: this is it. And it breaks his heart a bit because it’s so damn overwhelming. This is it. Jason can’t imagine doing anything else. He doesn’t want to be anywhere else. It’s nice to have a purpose, to do something meaningful with a life that has always been worthless; to protect people that have never felt safe, to take down all the monsters that have ever hurt them.

It’s nice to share that with people that mean so much to him.

(There was a time where Jason preferred to be alone; being alone meant that no one could hurt him, but over the last years he’s come to understand these two people, Bruce and Dick–Jason has never been safer. They’re all fucked up in their own ways, but Jason is safe).

Jason must have done something right in his life, in his other lives, to be able to have this. Fuck, he can’t stop smiling because of it. Only a few days have passed, but every one of them has been like something out of a dream. Jason thinks he understands what it means to be high on life, to be on top of the world. It feels like nothing can touch him; like nothing can bring him down.

Their future together is the easiest thing in the world for him to imagine right then. It’s Gotham. It’s Batman and Nightwing and Robin. It’s Bruce and Dick and Jason. A patchwork family. Messy, but together.

#jaydick #dickjay #dickwing and jaybin #jason todd #dick grayson

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catlucked · 1 year

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█▐ 🐾 ▐ @batisms said ┆ › ❛ small hand pushes the bedroom door open, then shyly peaks in a timid dark haired girl. a smile blooms on her face seeing her mother’s figure curled up in her and daddy’s bed. then, she steps in and quietly brings over her mother’s favorite flowers. but in a pot, ready to plant. because daddy said she likes the kind you can plant better. attached is a purple balloon and a stuffed kitty cat, that helena places on the bed with her handmade drawn card. she puts the stuffed kitty next to her angelic face. “happy mother’s day, mommy. me, daddy and alfred made you your favorite breakfast. he’s coming with it soon.” she grins, still holding the pot of flowers that’s almost bigger than her before leaning over and kissing her cheek. “for the best mommy in the world! ❜

never in a million years did selina ever think she’d get to celebrate mother’s day again. the last time she did, she was no older than five — she’d picked a bunch of daisies at the park and handed them proudly to her mother, along with a handmade friendship bracelet and a painting of the two of them and all of their cats. as a teenager and later young adult, she’d done her best to erase those memories, to try and protect herself from the heartbreak that inevitably followed when she let them in. it was the main reason why each year she did her best to pretend mother’s day was just an ordinary sunday, why she ignored all celebrations and cheesy movies on the tv, why she turned her head away from colorful decorations, pretty balloons and fancy cards… but that was before helena… before the light of her life was born. it’s hard to believe that this day revolves around her now, that it has a purpose and a meaning again, which feels kind of strange, but in a good way. it’s the best kind of strange, selina decides.

she’s too excited for these upcoming celebrations to actually fall back asleep once bruce stealthily slips out of their bed so she pretends, keeps her eyes closed for an hour or two, until she can hear the sound of small feet outside the door. not wanting to spoil the surprise, she listens to helena’s soft breaths and adorable little noises as she arranges the gifts around her. it’s when she finally hears her voice that a loving smile tugs at her lips and her dark lashes flutter, bright emeralds peeking open to take in the sight in front of her. ❝ good morning, my little kitty cat. hello. oh, my gosh — for the best mommy in the world? are you telling me all these gifts are just for me? ❞ she gasps, beaming at the sweet girl, her features lighting up. how did she become the best mommy in the world and why does she feel like tearing up just looking at helena?

her heart melting into a puddle and suddenly she doesn’t know which precious gift to touch first. she settles for the one closest to her, the cute stuffed animal with big eyes and soft fur. ❝ doesn’t this little buddy look like isis? so soft and pretty! does she or he have a name yet? should we come up with one? ❞ she gives the stuffed animal a hug and a kiss before setting it down on the bed so that she can reach down to gently take the big pot from her daughter’s small hands. she knows this is her husband’s doing — flowers in a pot, ready to plant. it’s crazy how much these two care about her, how they pay attention to everything she says. ❝ these are the most beautiful flowers i’ve ever seen! thank you so much, baby. will you help me plant them later today? ❞ she admires the flowers for a moment longer and then places the pot on her nightstand, quickly focusing on the little girl again. she pulls her up and sits her down on her lap. ❝ i love you so, so much, helena! my little leni. my kitty cat, ❞ she coos, wrapping her arms around the girl and peppering soft kisses all over her face, giggling out of sheer happiness as she does so. ❝ you’re the sweetest little girl, you know that? you make mommy so happy. thank you so much for all these presents. how did you know what my favorite color is? ❞ she points to the purple balloon floating above their heads. now that she’s holding her favorite mother’s day gift, her biggest blessing, in her arms, she can finally pick up the handmade card and admire the drawings and clumsy letters. nuzzling into helena’s dark hair, selina can’t help but get a little emotional. again… what did she do to deserve this precious angel? ❝ what a beautiful card. i’ve never seen one more beautiful in my entire life. did you make it yourself? oh, and wait… did you say there’s breakfast coming, too? ❞ gosh, she’s being spoiled rotten.

#batisms #THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLE ASK EVER!!! THE SWEETEST MOTHERS DAY GIFT :))) I CANT BELIEVE SELINA AND HER LIL KITTY CAT GET TO CELEBRATE THIS #ITS SO PRECIOUS <3 IM SAVING THIS FOREVER #we 100% need more helena + mom & dad content in our lives :)) <3 its too adorable #FLOWERS IN A POT!! the fact that bruce and helena remember she prefers them this way bye kjdnfsd #MY HEART CANT HANDLE #thank you so so so much!!!

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My Father's daughter pt1

Summary: After the disastrous gala, you get an unexpected visit from your “mother”and her family.

A/n: Hello so I feel like the mom character should have a name, so from here on out, your mother's name is Christine. Also i hope y’all like this one cause i feel like it’s going kinda slow.

Growing up was rough.

Because your mother decided that you and Tony weren’t worth the effort, you had to mature pretty quickly. You’re father had fallen into this deep depression, where he can barely take care of himself. You had to make sure that your father woke up on time for meetings, made sure he ate, drank water, and inevitably had to make sure that he didn’t choke on his own vomit when he got shitfaced.

Needless to say, you were very mature for nine years old.

But then, a light in the form of Virginia Potts came into your lives. She saw the way you had taken on the role of Tonys caregiver, and was heartbroken. At first she thought it was just pure negligence from Tonys end, but as she spent more time with the both of you, she realized that Tony loved you more than anything in this world. So she stuck around.

At first you were weary of her. Not really trusting towards older woman, or motherly figures as you were scorned once. But she never gave up. Not on you or your father. No, she stayed even when you would run away on under her watch. She stayed even when you would try and steal your fathers cars for a quick joy ride through Manhattan. And she stayed when you broke down after your mother had people come pick up all her belongings from the Tower, not bothering to come herself and say goodbye.

She didn’t leave. She held you as you screamed and sobbed as the men packed away everything she owned. She held you even when you squirmed and scratched at her arms to get away. And she held you as you gave up and silently cried then eventually fell asleep, tightly clutching her midsection.

That's when you started to come around. You stopped running away whenever your father would leave you with her, wouldn’t talk back when she asked you to pick up a mess, and you even helped her out when some creep intern decided to put the moves on her during a company meeting.

It wasn’t until your father went missing when you truly saw her as someone you could trust. It was the worst three months of your life. Another parent gone suddenly from your life. You were relocated to mansion in Malibu, a big empty place where the halls echoed as you walked through them. ANd you had thought that Pepper was going to stay back in New York, she wasn’t your assistant after all. You were shocked to see her at the airport, suitcase in tow with a determined look.

Seeing the look of surprise on your face she stated,

“ I’m not going to let you do this alone.” ,then grabbed your hand to lead you through terminal.

You were grateful that she only acknowledged your tears when you were in the privacy of the private jet. She rubbed your back as you let the tears run down your face. The whole three months that you were in her care, your perspective changed.

She asked about your day, made sure you ate, tucked you in and held you whenever you had nightmares. With in that three month period, Pepper showed you what it was like to have a mother again. And she never let you down.

Then your dad came home, and your family was complete. You were ecstatic when they started dating and even more so when your father announced that they were going to get engaged.

And even though it took years, you finally trusted Pepper enough to see her as your mother. You were happy.

Which is why you were extra pissed when you came home from your mother-daughter day and saw your biological mother with Bruce Wayne in the common room. They were sitting on the couch and were getting glared at by the Avengers that were home from missions,(Natasha, Steve, and Sam).

“Dad, what’s going on?” You ask, looking past the hopeful and curious gazes from the couch.

“Kid, I think you better sit down.” Tony said through slightly clenched teeth. His face was grim, as he looked past you and made eye contact with Pepper. They had a silent conversation with their eyes, and she nodded. She squeezed your shoulders and took your bags, then with a quick glare she had the rest of the room cleared except for the four of you.

You took a seat across from your mother, Christine and Bruce. She sent a smile your way and was met with a blank look, “ Dad, what’s going on?”

He sighs and makes his way over to were you were seated, “I don’t know, Christine, maybe you should explain.”

His tone indicated that he knew why she was here, but wanted her to sound stupid. Pepper came over and sat on the t other side of you.

Christine glanced at the Pepper and cleared her throat, “Perhaps should be kept between family?”

You scoffed, “ Considering that Pep has been around longer than you ever have been, you have no right to decide who’s family to me and whos not.”

You see Pepper sit up straighter with pride and mother slump.

You sigh, “ What are you doing here?”

She looks at Bruce, who you honestly forgot was still there, “ Y/n...I want you to come home with us.”

A silence filled the room. You felt Pepper tense up at the words and saw your dads and clench into a fist.

You however just stared in utter disbelief.

“What.”

“I know it's far fetched.” Your mother starts, ignoring your scoff, “ But i really do think it would benefit you to come to Gotham with us, and get to know your siblings!”

You were seething.

“My siblings? You mean the family that you left us for.”

“Y/n that’s not-”

“No, You think that you can just waltz into my home, after nine years of absolutely no contact, no birthday cards, not even a text to let me know that you were alive, and expect me to what? Just welcome you into open arms? Leave MY family and go live with you?? Really?” You say with a scoff.

“Y/n there is a ot of factors you are not considering” Bruce chimes in for the first time.

You turn your glare onto him, “ And what you’re just okay with the fact that your wife has a whole other child who she just fucking abandoned?

“Language.” Your father mutters causing you to roll your eyes.

“Well, I can’t say this didn’t come as a shock.” Bruce states, “ But, I also know that I love my wife, and that I would welcome you to our home.”

Your throat was hurting with the amount if times you’ve scoffed, “ And I appreciate that, really, but I would never leave my family. Especially not for her.”

Christine's eyes start to tear up, “ Y/n please, a girl needs her mother.”

Those words triggered the anger inside you. Your blood boiled and you can tell that she knew she messed up.

“Oh? Is that right? What about when I was six and I waited for you to come and take me to that mother's day dance, only you never showed up and I went with my nanny. Or when I was eight and you promised that you would take me to get my ears pierced but then you got a phone call and left so dad took me?”

You saw the tears run down her face as Bruce looked like he was thinking about something.

“Oh and what about when I was nine. I was nine and you promised to take me to the park. You remember that? Cause I do.”

Tony tenses next to you, knowing what you were about to say.

“Y/n I can never apologize enough but-” You cut her off

“I was NINE and your promised to take me to the park” You continue, “ But you left. And this time you didn’t come back.” You finish and lean forward, “ Tell me, why the HELL would you think that I would want to come live with you and your fucking family?”

The room was once again engulfed in a tense silence. The only sounds were the sniffling of your mother.

“You’re my baby girl...my petal. I love you and always have...” She starts, “ My biggest regret is leaving you that day and you have to know that Y/n.”

You feel tears start to rise, a knot in your throat.

Peppers hand squeezes yours and you calm down and say

“Then you’re gonna have to learn to live with it.”

Then you stand up and walk right out of the room. Leaving the adults and marching straight to the training rooms to let out some steam.

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Back in the common room, a tense silence weighed on the adults. It seemed like no one knew exactly what to say, or they didn’t want to speak up.

Only when Tony cleared his throat did Christine speak up again.

“I didn’t come to cause any trouble.” she said quietly.

“What did you think would happen?”Tony says crossing his arms, “Surely you didn’t expect her to leave with you?”

“No Tony I didn’t. I just thought she would’ve considered it. I am still her mother.”

Pepper snorted, causing the attention to turn to her.

Christine's eyes narrowed, “ And who exactly are you to my daughter?”

Tony tensed, knowing not to mess with Pepper especially when it came to you. He sat back and waited for mamma bear to come out.

Pepper sent a glare her way, “ Me? I’m just the woman who has been raising her for the past nine years.”

Before Christine can get another word on Pepper continued on,

“ I don’t know who you think you are, but you have put Y/n and Tony through a lot of turmoil throughout the years. And now you think you can come in here and demand forgiveness from them?? That’s not happening.”

Bruce started to speak up, “I understand the pain you're family must have gone through, and I am sorry about my...unknowing participation, but Christine is willing to work on her relationship with her daughter.”

Now Tony started speaking, “why? Why now? Y/n is practically an adult, she doesn’t need you anymore. Not like she did before.”

“I’m her mother.” Christine said stubbornly, “ She’ll always need her mother.”

“And she has one. Just not you.” Pepper said standing from her spot, “ I think it’s time for you two to leave. I have to go comfort MY daughter.”

And with that Pepper made her way to the door where you disappeared, knowing exactly where you are. But before she left, she turned and said

“It was lovely to meet you Mrs. Wayne”

and left, leaving Tony to show them to the elevator.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #tony stark x reader #tony is a good dad #pepperpotts #pepper is a momma #marvel x reader #marvel #poc reader #avengers x teen!reader #reader insert #crossover #bruce wayne x reader #batfam x batsis #batfam x reader #dc comics x reader #marvel and dc

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redheadsinmybed · 3 years

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Broken

Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Reader is little, part of Loving a little series

Summary: Reader is on a mission. What happens when she gets hurt???

Notes: Hiiii guys, don’t forget to leave a comment :)

You were on a mission. Since you’ve got your new powers you’ve been going on missions more often. You are on a mission with Natasha and Wanda, although you were the only one who was out on the field. There was no one in the base and all you needed was to get some information. You are running through the woods towards the Hydra base.

Your lungs burn and your legs ache, but you keep running. The training didn’t seem to be helping you run for longer. You wish you had powers like Wanda. If you had powers like Wanda then you could just fly. Wait. You have fire powers, and possibly more. Suddenly you stop running to find yourself floating. Just like Wanda. What the?

“Guys, Wanda!!”

“What?!? What’s wrong, did you get hurt??”

“I’m floating, like you when you use your powers, but the magic isn’t red, it’s green. It looks like your guy’s eyes,” You say with adoration. Wanda and Natasha smile at each other at how cute you are.

“What did you do?” Natasha asks.

“Well I was thinking of how I wish I had powers like Wanda so I could fly to the Hydra base instead of running.” You say through your coms.

“And the next thing I know, I’m floating!” You exclaim.

“That’s great baby, you'll have to show me when we get home,” Wanda says.

“Now you can teach me!!” You squeal happily.

“Yes baby, now I can teach you. But you have to finish the mission first,” Wanda says.

“Oh right,” You say.

“Hey, so now how do I get down?” You ask, still just hovering above the ground.

“I don’t really know, maybe just think of the ground?” Natasha says after a while. You stare at the ground. Nothing happens so you close your eyes and let the overwhelming thought of the ground fill your mind. One moment you are floating ten feet above the ground and the next you are free falling down towards the ground.

When you hit the ground your right ankle takes the brunt of the fall, you land on it awkwardly and scream out in pain. Tear prick in your eyes and little you wants to come out so bad. But you fight it, you have to finish the mission first. You slowly pick yourself up putting all the weight on your left foot. You think that it’s not that bad, you just feel a lot of throbbing pain in your right ankle, nothing a good walk wouldn’t fix. You take a deep breath and take a step with your right foot, and you groan out in agony when you shift your weight.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” You say taking a shuddering breath.

“Are you back on the ground?” Wanda says through coms.

“Uh y-yeah, I’m back on the groun-ah,” You say as you take another step.

“Baby? What happened?” Natasha says worried over the coms.

“Nothing I-I just fell on my ankle weird, I’m fi-ah-ne,” You say sniffing as you take another step. You don’t hear anything back on the other end, believing that you convinced them that you were fine. You take step after step, breathing heavily as tears fall from your eyes every step. You hear something behind you and you set yourself aflame.

“Hey, it’s just me baby,” Wanda says to you, as you turn around unlighting yourself.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking up on you, come on you need to go back to the jet.” She says walking towards you.

“No, I'm fine, I've got to finish the mission,” You say as you start walking again. You groan out in pain every time you shift your weight to your right foot. Wanda watches you for a little while, but it breaks her heart to see you in pain.

“Y/N stop,”

“No, gotta fin-ah-ish t-the mission,” you say, taking another step.

“Please don’t make me do this,” Wanda says, as you keep walking.

“Do what?” Taking another step. You stop and look back at her, she walks towards you, her eyes glinting a red.

“Wanda, don’t do it,” You warn her.

“Hey, look there’s Tasha,” You say pointing behind her. She looks behind her to find nothing. You hobble away as fast as you can letting out sounds of pain. You didn’t make it very far before you are swept up by Wanda and flying through the air. Surrounded by her arms, you relax and grumble about not being able to finish the mission. Eventually you rest your head in the crook of the neck and kiss her.

“Thank you,” You say to her.

“You’re welcome baby,” She says back. When you get back to the jet Natasha is already waiting for you. Wanda sets you down and you take off your shoes sitting down next to you and holding your hand. Careful, not to touch your purple swollen ankle. Natasha carefully grabbed your right foot.

“Ahhh, Tasha,” You hiss out in pain and squeeze Wanda’s hand. She gives you a sympathetic look and grabs some pain pills, you take them.

“You’re gonna have you get that checked by Bruce baby, it might be broken.” Natasha says. You whine, if it’s broken then you won’t be able to do anything. At least not with Wanda and Natasha being mother hens.

“No it’s fine, I promise.” You lie to them.

“Oh yeah? Stand up and put all your weight on your right foot.” Natasha says back. You look up at her.

“Baby, we don’t like seeing you hurt, we just want to make sure you’re okay,” Wanda says squeezing your hand.

“I know,” You say back, setting your head on her shoulder. Wanda strokes your hair while Natasha pilots the plane. You move so you're laying down, head in Wanda’s lap. You eventually fall asleep when the pain medicine pills kick in holding Wanda’s hand still.

When you wake up it’s to someone carrying you. You snuggle in closer to the person holding you.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling?” Wanda asks as she feels you move against her.

“Mmmm good,” You say sleepy.

“I see the pain pills are working,” Wanda says.

“Mhmm, stop talking lemme sleep,” You say to her.

“Baby you have to get checked by Bruce first,” Wanda says to you. You whine and snuggle further into Wanda.

“You have until we get there, then I’m gonna have to put you down baby,” Wanda says, that means you have at least 3 more minutes, depending on how long the elevator will take. In reality it only takes 30 seconds.

“We’re here baby,” Wanda says as she tries to set you down. You wrap your arms around her tightly and wrap your legs around her too. Going into full koala mode.

“Baby, don’t make me do it,” Wanda says.

“Do what?” Suddenly feel Wand’s hands at you sides.

“Wand’s don’t you dare.” You say looking at her seriously.

“Then get down and get your ankle checked.” Wanda says as her fingers move a little.

“Fine,” You say with a whine, untangling your arms and legs from her, hitting your ankle on her leg.

“Ahhh,” You gasp out in pain.

“Hello Y/N, I see that your ankle is a bit swollen and a nice shade of purple.” Bruce says with a smile.

“Is Natasha coming, or can I start.” Bruce asks.

“No she’s bringing everything to our room, she said she’d meet us after,” Wanda says. Bruce checks your ankle and deems it’s broken after an x-ray. He says you’ll need a shot that will heal it instantly. Tony and him just made it and need a test subject other than a bunny, so what better test subject than you?

“Can I go get Bunny and the love blanket please?” You ask Wanda with big puppy dog eyes.

“Yes baby, let’s go.”

“Wait, I can get it myself, please I promise ill be careful, I'll even fly if it makes you feel better,” You say to Wanda with pleading eyes.

“Okay fine, but no flying, that’s how you got this broken ankle anyways. I’m only letting you do this because I have to talk to Bruce about your new power.”

“Okay no flying, promise,” You swear on your life. You walk out the room and make your way to your room. You walk up the stairs and quickly look around. You don’t see anybody around so you quickly get into the vents. Clint had taught you how to get around in the vents whenever there was an emergency. And this is an emergency. You hate shots with every fiber in your body. Absolutely hate them. So you’re hiding out in the vents for as long as it takes for your ankle to heal.

Wanda was getting worried, your room isn’t far away and you have been gone for ten minutes.

“Hey Bruce, I’ll be back. I'm going to check where Y/N is.” Wanda says while she walks out. She makes her way up to your room. When she enters she finds Natasha sitting on the bed.

“Hey, where’s Y/N?” Natasha asks.

“Wait? Did she not come here?”

“No why would she come here?”

“She said that she wanted to get Bunny and the love blanket before her shot.”

“Ohhh! She’s probably hiding, you know she doesn’t like shots.” Natasha says holding Wanda’s hand.

“Great, now we have to look for her.” Wanda says with a groan.

“I have an idea where she is,” Natasha says.

“Clint told me he showed Y/N the vents in case of an emergency.”

“He what?!? Why would he do that, doesn’t he know that she’s a three year old little, she could get lost in there,” Wanda says with her head in her hands.

“Hey, baby it’s okay. We'll find her and set some rules for her, okay? Everything will be fine,” Natasha says hugging Wanda. Wanda and Natasha get up and go downstairs. You can hear them walking down.

“Y/N? Hey I know you’re scared but I need you to come out now,” Natasha says out loud not really knowing which vent you are in.

“Wait let me try,” Wanda says to Natasha.

“Baby girl? I need you to come out from wherever you are okay baby girl? Mama needs you to come out.” Wanda says.

“Mama!” You say happily, coming out and waddling twordas her. You make grabby hands at her and she smiles and picks you up. You rest your head on her shoulder.

“Mama, hurts,” You say.

“I know baby girl, you are gonna have to get a shot and it will make it all better” Wanda says.

“Nooo,” You whine and try to get out of Wanda’s arms.

“Yes baby girl, you have to get it,” Natasha says. Wanda and Natasha walk you all the way back to the medbay where Bruce is already waiting with the shot.

You start to cry as she sets you down and Bruce takes your ankle gently.

“You’re gonna feel a little pinch and then it will be over, okay Y/N?” Bruce asks. It really didn’t hurt that bad but you still balled your eyes out, the pain in your ankle instantly went away.

“Do you want Mama to carry you back to the room baby girl?” She asks. You shake your head no because you’re mad at both of them for making you get the shot. You rub your arm across your face angrily and get off the bed you were on. You walk with a pout and anger on your face back to your room. Wanda and Natasha follow behind you.

When you get back to your room Natasha had made your favorite and it is waiting on the table next to your bed for you. You get up on the bed and look straight ahead with your pout.

“Do you want something to eat baby?” Natasha asks. You make a noise of no.

“Are you sure baby girl, I made your favorite,” Natasha says, a little hurt that you don’t want the food she made special for you.

“No!” You say loudly.

“Do you want Bunny?” Wanda asks you.

“No!” You say again. Wanda and Natasha look at each other.

“Okay, well we have to go baby, we’ll be back in a bit okay?” Wanda says. You don’t look at them even as they get up and leave. When they shut the door you stare at it. You wait for them to come back, but they don't, so the door stays closed. You wait and wait, until all the anger goes away along with your pout. You look over at the food Natasha made you. Now all you want is Mama and Mommy. You get up from the bed and open the door.

“Mama, Mommy?” You say looking to the left.

“Yes baby girl?” Natasha says startling you. You jump a little but when you see them smile at you, you run into their arms.

“M’sorry,” You say while hugging them.

“It’s okay baby girl, do you want to eat now?” Natasha asks. You shake your head pulling them back into the room.

After you eat you snuggle up with Wanda and Natasha in bed, Bunny in your arms and the love blanket wrapped around all three of you.

“We love you baby girl.” Wanda says as she sees you start to drift off.

“Mmm love you too,” You say sleepily. They watch as you fall asleep in their arms, and slowly drift off with you.

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checkingoutforheroes · 3 years

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B.A.B.Y PROTOCOL.

Part 1.

Avengers x fem!reader

Pt. 2

Genre: Minor angst, more fluff.

Warning: Language! (cursing here & there)

Words: 1746

Synopsis: This takes place in Avengers: Age of Ultron. When The Avengers were at the rock bottom, Nick Fury and advised by Maria Hill, to initiate the B.A.B.Y Protocol.

Main MASTERLIST

The Avengers gather in the lab after one of an ugly half made robot command a few of the Legionaries to attack them. Currently they are finding out about what or who attacked them. Some of them cleaning their wounds and Thor going out to track the Legionaries. Bruce the only one who starts first. “All of our work is gone. Ultron cleared out every research that we do. He uses internet as an escape route.” Natasha turns and lean her body to a table to say what she’s found. “He’s been in everything. Fails, surveillances. Probably know about us more than we know about each other.”

Holding his right wounded arm, Rhody said “He’s in the internet, he’s in your files. What if he decides to access to something a little more exciting?” By that, Maria has thought something. “Nuclear code.” Natasha looking at them “Nukes? He said he wanted us dead.” Steve interrupt her “He didn’t say dead. He said extinct.” “He said he killed somebody.” Clint said but Maria ask back. “But no one else in the building.” Their conversations cut by Tony. “Yes there was.” He displays JARVIS damaged simulator form and all went silent except Bruce, he checks on JARVIS.

Thor come in angry and straight to choke Tony. Being choke, Tony try talk to Thor “Come one. Use your words buddy.” Thor lift him up a few inch above the floor. “I have more than enough words with you Stark.” Steve walks closer, breaking them. “Thor. The Legionaries?” Thor update them about the Legionaries have the scepter and they have to retrieve it again. For the first time after the attack, Dr. Chow speaks. “You build this program. Why he’s trying to kill us?” Tony just laugh at that question and Bruce disagree. “Tony, this might not be the time to-“ Tony cut his sentences. “Really?! Bruce. We didn’t create a murder bot. Remember New York?” Everyone move their head down facing the floor remembering that event and Tony continue. “A hostile army of aliens charging through a hole in space. We’re standing 300 feet below it. We’re The Avengers. We can bust arms dealer all day but that up there, that’s, that’s the endgame. How do you guys planning on beating that?” Steve looking at him “Together.” “We’ll lose.” Tony say and Steve still with his answer “And we’ll do that together too.” He looks at everyone and gives the order. “Thor’s right. Ultron trying to draw us out. We start tonight. Do whatever you can to find him. The world is a big place, make it smaller.” Maria stand from her chair. “I’ll escort Dr. Chow to airport. I’ll see you guys in the afternoon.” They all nods and both of them walks out of the lab.

Next morning.

A young girl wearing her café’s uniform walking with a headphone on her head. While walking, she notices a guy snatches a bag from a lady. That lady screaming asking for help while her baby crying to see her mother in terror from across the street. You bring down your headphone and chase that guy. Thanks for your training, you almost keep up that guy until he stuck in an ally, nowhere to go.

“You wanna give me the bag or I’ll take it from you?” You said. Looks like he’s stuck.

“Fast legs.” He said.

“I had trained before.”

“I’m not a bad guy.”

“Well, good guys don’t snatch a bag from people especially in front of their baby! You gave me the wrong impression though. Now, give me the bag and go.”

“I’d like to see you take it.” “You asked for it dude.” You move forward and fight him hand to hand combat. Actually, you are a bit surprise by his technique. He’s not so bad but you have been train by a professional back in the academy.

You’ve been caught one day and some guy wear uniform took you somewhere. You thought it was a juvenile school because you are just 15 that time. Turns out it was S.H.I.E.L.D. They gave you test by test and found out that you good at combat and a little bit good at common sense. After you graduated, work job by job. Gang to gang. Mob to mob. You can’t do that kind of job anymore. You want to be good and yes, you did stop working with the dark. You washed your hands and works at Donut Do It. It’s not your vibe but it is fine for your fresh start. After you slap that guy, you hear a woman voice call your name that has been long unspoken by anyone including you.

“Baby.” A woman called.

“Normal people doesn’t know that name.” You said while choking that guy.

She said “Maybe because you’re not a normal girl.”

“What do you want Maria?” You ask that woman.

You immediately know who he is. Fury. “Oh God, not you too. Okay, for the record, honestly, I haven’t commit any crime that violated the laws.”

“You.” A deep voice man said.

You can hear Maria smirk when she asks you “Are you sure about that?” “…today. You didn’t let me finish. I didn’t commit any crime, today.” You said. Fury tell you to let that guy go and you look at that guy “You’re with them?” He tries to answer even you’re still choking him. “Y.. YE.. Yes!” You release him and slap him real hard right across his face. “That’s for wasting my time. Fuck off.”

Fury look disbelievingly at you. “Was that necessary?” You look back at him “What? Caressing lightly on his soft cheek?” Maria interject “That’s the opposite of what you did.” You try again just to tease her. “Okay. I, tap his soft cheek?” Maria raise an eyebrow at you “Try again.” You surrender. “Fine. I just 180-degree angle slapped him. He’s a trained agent for God sake. He’ll be fine.” You turn around about to walk back to your work place and Fury stop you.

“And where do you think you’re going young lady?” He asks you.

You turning back. “ Work. Turns out I have a job now papa bear. Thanks for the recommendation letter though. Now, will you excuse me, I have go to work. Hope to never see you two again. Babai.” Again, Fury stops you. “You are not going to that Donut Do It.” You tilt your head to him. “I told you I work there and I’m going. If you two want donut, you know where to find it. Mention my name and you’ll get 30% discounts.” Maria’s face changes when she talks this time. “This is serious and urgent, Baby.”

“We are gathering as many as best agents that we have, and you are one of the best, Baby. Come with us and we’ll brief you.” Fury said and you stop him from saying any further. “Look, I’m gonna stop you right here papa Bear. That is where you are wrong. Aren’t you guys seen my record? I know what good is but I’m far away from good. There is still red blood stain painted on my hands that I could never leave. Even if I wash it thousands time, it won’t come off. What makes you think I’ll do it?” You feel your left chest aching but you ignore it.

Maria answers you. “Because everyone deserves a chance to be and do good. To start over. Yes, you can’t wash that much blood on our hands but this is the chance for you to do something good in your life. A do-over. You actually do something good after the academy. Take out those mobsters down, those gangs. You went inside to get the intel and you burn them to the ground and made those cities safe. Then, you just proof us again just now by caught that robber.”

You huff and look down on your feet. “You set that up.”

Maria look at you. “But you didn’t know that. Yes, Baby. We’ve seen your record. Detail. You are far away from where you are before the academy. Or after. I mean you did killed people.” You crunch your eyebrows at her “Hey!” Fury turn to talk. “Help us this time. After that, it’s all up to you. We are no longer bugging you. You are no longer in our record. I’m not wasting my time coming here if we don’t need you.” “I thought you miss me.” Fury huff and talk to Maria “I’ll wait in the car.”

“He never begging. That kind of begging, what he did. Is it that bad?” I ask Maria and she nod with worry face. “Earth level threat. That’s all I can say right now. Come with us to tower and we tell you more.” You let out a long sigh. “Me? Out of all agents, me?” Maria walk closer to you. “Please Baby.” You’re now messing with her. “It Earth level threat and you want a baby to involve? What kind of adult are you? Put a cute baby in danger like that. Unbelievable.” She smiles more than earlier. “The kind of person that will make sure there will be chicken drumets and spaghetti carbonara every day for your meal.” You silently look at her and playfully sigh and she knows you better. “Caramel pudding and fluffy pillow too.” The ache in your chest getting hard to ignore now. You ask Maria some time and turn back from her. You bending, breathing like your doctor teach you and massage your chest a little. Must be from running earlier.

“Hey, are you okay?” Maria ask, worry if you are sick, but yes you are sick.

“Yeah. Just shock. Did you say fluffy pillow? You ask her, not wanting to let her know first. They need your help, that’s what you are going to do. Help as much as you can. She let out a giggles and wrap her arm around your neck. “Yeah, you are coming with us, like it or not.” You both walk toward their car where Fury is waiting. “How many pillow though?”

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Chapter Eight: Family Dinner (Pranks/Dad Jokes)

AO3

Bruce Wayne was not an emotional man. In fact, his emotional capability had once been compared to that of a teaspoon. He had emotions, obviously, but he didn’t express them. Or rather, he wasn’t sure how to express them. But staring down at the photo album in front of him, it was almost painful having no way to express his emotions. It was the most thoughtful gift he had ever received, and it was one that he would treasure forever. He didn’t have baby pictures of his other children. Dick’s were lost at some point while he was still with Haley’s Circus. Jason’s were lost when he had to live on the street. Tim...well, there were a few pictures of Tim. But they were all highly staged school pictures. And those didn’t start until kindergarten. And Damian….Talia wasn’t ever the type to be sentimental. Which meant there were no baby pictures of him either. But Marinette...her entire life had been catalogued. From sonograms, to her first Christmas and the first competition she won. Everything was laid out in order. Bruce turns back to the start of the book, prepared to close it, when an envelope catches his eye. He wasn’t focused on it when he first opened the book. He glances at Marinette and quirks an eyebrow. She frowns.

“Oh, that. Um, it’s the letter that Bridgette wrote to you. I haven’t actually read it, Maman said she hasn’t either. Your name was on the front and apparently she felt awkward opening a letter not addressed to her even with the situation and-” She stops talking, taking a deep breath before smiling. “Sorry. But, you can read it, if you want. I thought you might want to have it.”

“Thank you, Marinette.” He says, smiling slightly. He tries not to laugh when her face lights up seeing him smile. Note, try and show emotions more around Marinette, he thinks. Sitting back on his chair, he opens the envelope and stares down at the letter he should’ve received fourteen years ago.

Dear Bruce…

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Marinette lets out a sigh of relief as Mr. Wayne sits to read the letter. Tugging Adrien over to her brothers and plopping down on the loveseat, she smiles.

“So Marinette, I noticed the last time you were here you had a sketchbook. Do you draw a lot?” Dick asks, eyeing the lack of space between her and Adrien. Marinette resists the urge to glare at her brother. Was he seriously plotting some way to get her and Adrien away from each other right now? After Mr. Wayne had invited him? Seriously?

“Well, kinda.” She answers, pulling out her mini sketchbook from her purse. “I actually design clothes. So I draw, but it’s mostly clothes. Sometimes I’ll sketch architecture or flowers or something for inspiration but..” She trails off, tentatively passing her sketchbook to Dick. She watches, bouncing her leg as the awkward silence stretches on while Dick looks at the sketchbook with Tim and Jason glancing over his shoulders. And Cass standing behind the couch was also looking at the sketches. Trying not to feel awkward the longer the silence stretches, Marinette jumps as Tim starts choking on his coffee. He jumps towards her and she yelps, leaping off the loveseat and to the side in order to avoid him.

“What the hell Replacement?” Jason huffs. Tim ignores him, staring at her with wide eyes.

“Holy shit, it’s you.” He says.

“Language, Master Tim. Dinner is ready.” Alfred says, popping out of nowhere.

“What do you mean it’s me?” Marinette asks, taking her sketchbook back and stuffing it back into her purse.

“You’re MDC!” Tim practically yells, waving his (not empty) coffee cup around, barely missing dumping it on her head.

“Um, yes?” She says, confused at his level of excitement.

“How are you not freaking out about this?” Tim asks, turning to Dick and Jason who were trying to get him to follow them to the dining room. Key word being trying.

“Am I supposed to?” Dick asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Richard Grayson! As a fellow Jagged Stone fan you cannot tell me that you don’t recognize the name of his personal designer!” Tim yells. Dick’s eyes widen in realization, turning to Marinette with a shocked smile.

“Wait, that’s you? Marinette, that’s amazing! I knew your sketches were good, but wow. That’s just- wow!” Dick says, his entire face filled with pride. Marinette laughs awkwardly, her face heating up with all the attention. It was….a lot. But also nice.

“Yeah. I mean, I haven’t done an entire tour wardrobe yet, but I’m proud of the pieces that I have done.” She says.

“Terribly sorry, but it might be nice if we moved our conversations to the dining room.” Alfred says, a twinge of amusement clear on his face. Marinette glances over at Mr. Wayne who was still frozen, clutching the letter from her birth mother. She looks at Alfred and raises an eyebrow. He simply shakes his head and motions for her to go on. Sighing, she nods and follows her brothers (and Adrien, who was suddenly in an intense conversation with Tim about Jagged Stone) to the dining room. As they walk into the dining room, Marinette darts around Dick to snag the seat on the other side of Adrien. Tim sitting on one side of Adrien was fine. Adrien stuck between Tim and Dick? Not fine. She gives Dick a look, and he just smiles innocently before walking around and taking the seat across from Adrien. Should’ve seen that one coming. Once everyone is seated (besides Mr. Wayne, who had sent Alfred back in and instructed everyone to start without him) the conversations taper off, leaving the dining room in an awkward silence.

“Marinette, I have a very serious question for you.” Dick says, his smile telling her that the chances of it actually being a ‘very serious’ question are slim to none.

“Okay, sure.”

“Where do fruits go on vacation?” He asks, a wide grin stretching across his face. “Pear-is!” Marinette just blinks at him. That was almost as bad as-

“Oh my god! That was amazing!” Adrien cheers, laughing so hard he has to set his fork down. Oh god. There’s two of them.

“Really?” Dick asks, his face bright. Oh dear god please no.

“Oh yeah. That joke was pun-derful.” Adrien replies with a snort. Please god. Make it stop.

“I’m glad you think so. Everyone else seems a bit pun-sive.” Dick replies. That’s it. She’d willingly give Hawkmoth her Miraculous if it meant she could leave this dinner and the awful jokes happening. She’d even listen to her Papa’s jokes for an entire hour. As long as she could leave this cursed dinner. The sudden blaring from both her phone and Adrien’s makes her jump, and her eyes widen. Okay, no. She didn’t say the thing about the Miraculous out loud, so she doesn’t actually have to give it up, right? No, it’s fine. Taking it back won’t lead to anything crazy, right?

“Uh, I’m gonna run to the bathroom.” Marinette says, jumping up, frowning at Adrien as he jumps up with her.

“Me too!” He says. Marinette frowns. Way to make it obvious, Kitty.

“I’m fine, I can go to the bathroom by myself.” She insists, rushing off to the bathroom before Adrien can argue. She’d figure something out.

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Dick raises an eyebrow at Adrien’s shocked face.

“Did you need to go to the bathroom? We have more than one bathroom.” He says, worried that maybe the kid’s shocked face wasn’t because of Marinette’s hasty departure and instead because he really needed the bathroom.

“Oh. Um. No, I’m fine. Apparently.” He mutters the last word, dropping down into his seat and staring at his plate. Dick could see the boy’s hands twitching towards his phone like he wanted to check it, but was afraid of being rude. He was about to tell him that it was okay to check his phone when a blue circle of light appeared over the table. An arm covered in red spandex with black spots sticks out of the light (portal) and grabs Adrien by the front of his shirt. Before anyone can stop the arm, Adrien is through the portal. Gone. Well shit.

“Where are Adrien and Marinette?” Bruce asks, walking into the room and frowning at the empty chairs. Well shit!

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sweetsbfreex · 3 years

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my baby, my baby

brought to u by me watching IW for the millionth time

Summary: You ask Steve for one thing before the fight against Thanos (IW), but for the first time in however long he denies you of fulfilling this wish.

Warnings: language?

Pairing: Nomad, Bf!Steve x thanos daughter!reader

He was manning the quinjet, not all the way true. Sam was flying the jet to Wakanda, Steve slumped in his seat beside Sam, in deep thought. His chin is set into his palm, his arm sitting up on the armrest, and his palm covering half of his mouth. Looking further down his leg was jittering steadily.

What would happen next was a pretty big deal, none of you on the jet knew what could go wrong. So obviously tensions were at an all time high in this cooped up jet.

You rise up from your seat between Wanda and Nat. Walking yourself behind Steve’s chair. Your pointer finger taps his embellished shoulder, separating him from his apprehensive thoughts. He looks up at you and the creases that were once prominent in his forehead evaporated.

You don’t utter anything, only nudging your head behind you.

Follow me to the back.

Is what’s reciprocated when he too gets up from his seat, letting Sam know he’ll be up front in a second. Once you turn, he follows you down the small aisle to the side “room” away from all the prying ears.

Finally.

You step into the room first. You weren't going to lie, your heart was beating with so much force and it only grew as he walked past you into the room. You close the door behind you, turning, so you're facing Steve's attentive figure.

You only smile at him to some extent, prompted to show there were no ill intentions to asking him back here. When you see how nervous he looks, as you take his hand seating the both of you to a bench against the wall.

Your knees tenderly touch. He clears his throat coercing you to go on, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“You alright doll?” he asks you, in a gentle manner. Taking the already linked palms shifting it from your lap to his. His other hand blanketing your combined hands.

“I’m okay. Are you?” you ask the question hesitantly, raising your spare hand to move aside the hair that fell over and veiled his eyes. You desperately wanted to make sure you got a good look at his face. You loved his face.

His cheeks go plump in a charming smile, and his hand squeezes yours back.

His hair was long. Longer than you would’ve ever imagined Steve would let it be. Either way you loved every inch of the gold locks. Yet, everytime you told him how much you loved it, despite his insecurity and slight annoyance with it. He'd always fall into a rampage down memory lane. Telling you how his late mother would've hounded him about the upkeep of his hair.

You adored that about him too. Loved, that he loved so hard and so full. He’d never forget the ones he loved no matter what.

“I’m swell, you don’t need to worry about me” he tells you.

You didn’t believe him one bit and you weren’t going to push him about it. You knew how he was...stubborn as ever. But, it was also ,by and large, your job to worry about him–– after loving him of course. Contrary to what he would say (Which was vice-versa.)

“We’re gonna be okay...okay? But I have something to ask you. And you can’t get mad.”

“I’m not promising that, but we won’t shout. We’ll talk it out–– whatever it is”

It was the best you were going to get from him and time was closing in on you guys being able to be like this, anway.

“I know how you are, but this is a really critical thing we're fighting for here. So, unless I'm in some type of grave danger. I don’t want you worrying about me on the field. No matter what...Make sure he doesn’t get that stone.” Your voice lets you down towards the end, starting to get scratchy and low.

He stands up in no time. His hands going to his belt, then to his hips, he finally raises one hand to run against his beard.

His facial hair, another thing in the endless things you loved about Steve Rogers.

When the stubble he usually shaves away kept growing into a full beard, it surprised you both. You in a hot kind of way, he became more adoring by day when decided to stop shaving.

You walked in on him one day. He was facing the scratched up mirror in a bathroom in a dingy hotel room. Running his fingers against his face, the other clutching onto the edge of the counter. Tilting his head back and to, eyes shifting as he looked over his face. It was another part of the effect of the serum he didn’t expect would happen.

Telling you a story as he wandered down memory lane again. How he had problems growing stubble as a sickly kid–– so behind on puberty. He even watched Bucky grow his first “stache” at sixteen, but that came to an abrupt stop when Bucky’s mother made him shave it off.

Steve thought It was weird to think that he could now also.

You were still sitting on the bench. Swiveling your body so you were facing your boyfriend, looking up at his fidgeting build with care.

Feeling like a child waiting for their parents to dispute whatever impending punishment they would grant.

“Why would you ask me that?” he finally, finally disrupts his silence. Scoffing at the offensive question.

He doesn’t look at you with anything negative, only confusion.

“Because. I don’t want you jumping in front of whatever it is in front of me...I know him, he’s my dad. He’ll do anything to get what he wants, even if it means I die.”

When Steve told you that it was actually Bruce calling and told you what he said. He looked at you baffled when the shirt you were about to put on dropped from your grasp.

Once you told him you had knowledge of Thanos and how you knew him, there was a pregnant silence in the air.

If anything it filled the rage towards Thanos in Steve even more, by the time you finished.

“Are you listening to yourself?” he questions you in disbelief, lips stuck in a sneer.

“Please. Just please, angel.” you maintain.

You don’t answer either of his questions and he truly hates that. He stays silent for a bit watching your seated figure, looking up at him with the saddest eyes you’ve ever given him. His puzzled eyes shift down to your bobbing leg and your hands wringing together with so much speed and anguish.

He could probably throw up right now.

And when he shifts his eyes up again, you keep that same look on your face waiting for him to say anything.

He sighs dejectedly, dropping his hands to his side, and walking himself back over to you. He sits closer to you than before. Extending a gloved hand to caress your cheek before fixing the flyaways from your sleek ponytail.

“I can’t. You’ll always be my priority, and I won’t promise something like that sweetheart” he tells you this languidly. His thumb starts to rub circles against your cheekbone, to calm you down, when he catches the way your eyes widen at his admission.

“Steve!” your voice breaks. So shocked, you can’t hold back the tears that build up and fall slowly over your face.

You couldn’t believe this. He’s supposed to love you. Time and time again he’d always remind you how much he loves you and how he’d do anything for you–– too hard to say no to you, his words. Thinking this over you pull your face away from his hold, looking down at your taut hands. This wasn’t a silly death wish. You had to make sure your father didn’t get what he desired, no matter what.

He hates having to watch you cry, but he doesn’t have much of a choice now. He needs to stand his ground, there was no way he would be arguing about this. And he does this, grabbing your face with a light hand, so you were face to face again.

"I love you so much. And if I have to choose between letting you die and Thanos losing. Or you living and watching the universe crumble, you know exactly what I'm gonna choose. I'm not losing you, not if I have anything to do with it"

Albeit how dumb it sounded, there is no notable instance in his life where’d let you perish over him.

“You’re not thinking this through” you hiccup.

“It’s you, isn’t it? There’s not much to think about” he smiles at you and as you look at him you can see his eyes glazing over.

His statement only causes you to cry more. You feel nothing but the pain in your heart and the repositioning of your body. It takes you a moment to realize you’re settled on his thighs sideways. His well built arm warmly wraps around your shoulder, your temple rests against his shoulder, and his lips are placing light kisses to the crown of your head.

You incline your head, “I love you too much” you say in an awed whisper, raising a hand to twirl in the strands at the back of his collar. Following that, you let your hand spread across the back of his neck pulling him down for a kiss.

“After this we’re done okay? We have our pardon and are going to buy whatever house you want to get. I’m gonna buy you the prettiest engagement ring money can buy, Gonna get whatever animals you want,” you chuckle at that part.

If there was one thing Steve learned while living incognito with you is that you’d save any animal if you were able to. Always stopping whenever you passed by any animal in need in the drary streets. Looking up at Steve, who’d always have to remind you that neither of you could give it the life it deserves right now. Opting to only go to the nearest convenience store to buy whatever safe animal food in sight.

His hand immediately clutches your face to wipe away the tears that fell without pattern. His smile grows fonder when you do the same. “‘Can paint the house whatever we decide...maybe even get a house big enough to fit the kids we’ll have?” he tells you the last part in such a timid manner, bearing one of his hands to clutch yours. His thumb running over your knuckles at full tilt.

The only thing you were able to give him was a stunned look. So shocked you were unable to react like a normal person.

You squeeze his hand tight only being able to stutter a “really?”

“Of course. I want to have a bunch of small Rogers with you, wreaking havoc around our house” he admits this to you, carrying out such strong eye contact. If his hand didn’t slither down your back, supporting you up and grounding you, you’d jump in glee.

Fuck. Neither of you had talked about this, but you were glad that you both were on the same page about his. You felt terrified but in a good way, wanting to wholly get this over with and start this dream life with Steve.

“And this is all gonna happen, because everything is going to go well. We’re gonna win, I don’t want you thinking like that or asking me something like that ever again. Thanos will never be on our list of priorities ever again.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait to start that life with you” you respond, winding your arms around his neck, crashing your lips to his with force.

He pulls away without notice to place hasty kisses to your cheek, loving the giggles you emitted. Even so, the energy in the room shifts too soon when Sam knocks on the door. Steve allows him entrance.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re about to land Cap”

Steve responds by nodding his head once, stiffly. Letting him know he’d be out in a second.

You get off of his thighs, so the both of you were standing chest to chest. He claps your worried face. Pulling you into him with little force, so his lips could fall to your forehead, nose, and lips.

“Remember what I said and be safe, I love you”

“I love you” you recite, bringing his hand down to kiss his covered palm.

With that he envelops you in his arm, his cheek resting against the top of your head. Both of you breathing each other in. Your shoulders relaxing at his loving touch.

He’d do whatever needed to keep you safe and if it ended in his death, then so be it. You’d do the same for him in a heartbeat, there was no point in either of you arguing this one out.

––––

Everyone was tired, it seemed like this fight only dragged on with the never-ending monsters. But, with the help of Thor (of course) it seemed like things were only getting positive from there. With the way he rendered lightning, destroying things into dust, you were ready to end this once and for all.

And when a cloud of grey smoke appeared out of thin air, and a large titanian appeared. You knew this would either be the ending or the beginning of all these troubles.

“That’s him” you falter, turning to Steve. You give him a quick once over, nothing the way he eyed your father. A menacing, scary look on his face and the furrow of his eyebrows only grow.

“We have eyes on Thanos” he says into the intercom.

It’s like time stands still for a few seconds, no one moves a muscle. You haven't seen this man in years. You feel as if he doesn't recognize who you are as he glances over everyone, like they're roaches in his kitchen.

Yet, in a blur, everyone takes their chance on Thanos. Trying their hardest to somehow, someway take this Titanian down. Bruce gets thrown with a shout, Branches entwine Nat, and Sam drops from the air smoothly.

At some point you hear the grunt of Steve, who somehow gets some punches in, his hands clutching the gauntlet. He shouts from the hefty weight and in a swift motion is stock-still on the ground from the punch he endures.

“Steve!”

Without a choice you run towards Thanos, your adrenaline kicking in. Kicking in punching only to use your hands to grasp around the metal. You knew towards the end; you were no match for him.

“Please! Please don’t do this. Dad please I’m begging you” you plead profusely, but he only looks down at you emotionless. “Please, please, please” you cry, your head hangs low for a bit before you raise it up again. “This won’t fix anything! You–– you…JUST TAKE IT OFF” you scream, knuckles colliding with the gold.

You try so hard to think of anything to turn his mind, but he only looks at you like a stranger. Not the little girl he recruited and used to look at with some kind of affection. His type of affection, if you could even title it that, affection.

Sure, he raised you to be a ruthless killer and thief, but you’d do anything in this key moment to change his crooked mind.

“You don’t get to call me that again. You chose your path...I always knew you’d be the one to let me down the most” he says all this with so much venom.

You cry as you're lifted in the air, by his gauntlet hand, and thrown against the bark of a tree.

You're in a daze. The only things securing you back is the hand against your cheek and a booming, choked up "no". Hearing it a distance away.

You open your eyes to see Steve in front of you, your name on his lips almost incessantly. But when you open them, your eyes quickly move to Thor. Who’s a few feet away from the two of you, shocked and angry. The remnant of smoke in the air. You knew he did it.

“We lost?” you ask Steve, tears already forming in your eyes, as he carefully lifts you to his feet.

He doesn’t get the chance to answer you, though.

“Steve…?” It’s Bucky, You both look towards him to see him fall slowly, disappearing into a brown dust.

You both look on, shocked all while Steve tries to drag himself and your weak body to Bucky. But it’s already too late.

“Buck?!” Steve calls out, but there’s no answer.

You watch on in disorder, stomach plummeting with every second that pasts. Your eyes catch Wanda looking onto Vision's body in sorrow and as you do, she turns into brown dust. It was frightening and you were speechless. So much happening around you, you weren’t sure where to look. You weren’t who was going away.

The hand against your spine, holding you up, starts to feel faint and a headache you had suffered from earlier comes back, but ten times stronger.

“My head hurts” you tell him, your words come out slowly as your mouth starts to feel numb. You drop your head to his shoulder. “Stevie...I can’t feel your hands” you blubber, chest heaving as your breathing picks up. Everything was happening so, so fast.

He lifts your head, “Hey, you’re alright sweetheart, you took a hard hit. Just a bit banged up, gotta stay awake in case it’s a concussion” he reassures you.

You don’t believe him and when you look down at your right hand to see it crumbling away little by little. You lift your wrist up, hand gone. You look down to see the brown dust below your view.

You didn’t want to go. You had merely planned your dream future with him. It wasn’t fair your father would be the one to rip that away from you.

“No. No, you’re alright, stop that” he condemns, bringing your other hand to his bruised lips imperatively. Watching as it climbs up and up, half of your shoulder already gone.

“I’m scared. I love you so much Steve”

“I love you so much doll, feel like we’ve been saying it all day” he tries to joke, eyes roaming all over your face. He had to make sure he had your face recognized to a t, even if it was in a manner of pain.

And you do the same. You weren’t sure where you were going. Were you even dying?! You couldn’t tell, all you knew was Steve and some of your friends wouldn’t be where you were going.

You laugh despondently, low, and mirthlessly knowing how much he needed that laugh at the moment.

“No. I’m gonna––” you start, but never get to finish, because at that moment. In a flash, he’s left with the sight of the soot falling in a sway, like leaves tumbling to the ground. Staring at him gloved palms to see nothing of you there any longer.

He does nothing but stand there for a few minutes, recollecting the exchange. Not only was his best friend gone, but so was his best girl.

He had one fucking job. Keep you safe at all times. Not only did he let the whole universe down, he let you down. You were gone. He can only think about the moment you both had on the jet, telling you, you had nothing to worry about. Because you guys were going to win and now she is gone. He let you down in the worst possible way imaginable. You were gone…

He repeats this to himself, losing hope each time that you would be back in just a second.

He turns around to see his friends observing him and once he notices that Sam is no longer among the group it only increases his agony.

“Cap?” Nat mumbles.

“FUCK!” he breaks. Ripping the gloves off his hand before he sets himself against the ground–– his body feeling heavy. His head is in his hand, body heaving roughly as he cries quietly.

Everyone is stunned and takes a step back to give his face, not remembering the last time they’ve seen him this broken or the last he’s had an outburst resulting in a curse word.

He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to live with this guilt or without you by his side. In spite of that, there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to try and find a way to bring you back.

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realized while writing thing i am not creative...this (beginning) was literally a scene

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

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fuyunoakegata · 3 years

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Batfamily fic recs part 2 of 3

part 1; part 3; part 4

Yet another reminder that I had to stop adding links, eventually (I worked on this for two weeks, because I re-read all but 2 or 3 of these before adding them to the list). And the list would have been VERY unwieldy if I’d just added everything some of these authors have written (and trust me, that was tempting). And I know I’ve forgotten fics I love (which is why I should really probably start reading everything on AO3 instead of tumblr, oops) but this is a good chunk of reading. (also probably says way too much about me, oh well)

Catmeghum

look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now - The Batfamily go to see Hamilton. Exactly what it says on the tin. And yet so much more. You’ll see what I mean if you’re familiar with both stories.

Cerusee

He's Not Heavy, He's My Brother - Dick and Bruce carrying an injured Jason

Cirth

Through Sandstorms and Hazy Dawns - Bruce and Dick, through the years

@daringyounggrayson (I feel guilty only listing 2 fics here, but my list was getting huge and I was re-reading EVERYTHING; just read anything of Elizabeth’s. it’s good.)

Of Happiness and Guilt - Dick is happy and this realization is killing him. Or: Dick feels bad that he’s no longer grieving his parents and Bruce tries to help.

One Step at a Time - Dick has a bad reaction to fear toxin and Damian tries to help as best he can.

@dawnseternallight (another writer where you can just open up her page and read ALL of it)

Don't Get Sentimental - After Dick misses a meeting with Tiger he finds Dick back at his apartment in Bludhaven sick and hurt, leaving Tiger to take care of him.

The Blame Game - While on a case together Jason gets hurt, and Dick realizes he's sicker than he thought he was.

This Weight We Share - Dick's just coming off a tough case and exhausted. What better way to recharge and relax than spending it with his dad and brother?

To Pass Through This Night - the batkids reacting to finding out Dick really died during Forever Evil

Where I Stand - Clark comes home one night to find Dick Grayson in his kitchen in need of some advice.

You Won’t Wake Up Alone - Dick's captured and poisoned and thinks he is about to die. The last thing he wants to do is die in front of his family, especially not his baby brothers...

Diefleder_tey

Accept the Fact - Nightwing and Robin (Dick and Damian) are on stakeout for a training exercise, but the mission doesn't go as planned. At least, not according to the original plan. Then again, nothing in life ever does

@dustorange

Declensions - very much not the standard fanon portrayal of a very young Dick Grayson… but I think that’s part of why I love this. Also very much one of the best portrayals of him… just read it. And the closing paragraph is amazing.

ElsieIvy

Short of Stable - Dick is guilty, in pain, and Batman. He'd never wanted any of this. Short little hurt/comfort with DickBats and Damian

Engineerd

Catch Me (All Records Indicate) - Dick isn’t anything like what Damian’s been led to believe from his reading of the League’s files, and Damian is fine with that.

@fanfictiongreenirises like I’ve said before: if I’ve recced more than one fic, here, then read more :) These are particular favorites for one reason or another

ghosts - Bruce waits for backup with an unconscious Nightwing tucked in his cape.

in the dark of the night - Bruce and Dick and a series of steps and leaps and jumps. Deals with Dick’s eventual and long-overdue adoption.

stormclouds and lightning - Dick had had a headache even before he'd left for the Manor. (I think I’ve read this 20 or 30 times. It’s a quick read and ticks off all the fun h/c and whump boxes)

#fic recs #batfamily

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smutsonian · 3 years

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Hi there! Can I please place request? How about nomad Steve angst with loads of tears with happy ending? Make it dark please? Probably he impregnates you and leaves you for someone else but when he sees Bruce taking care of you it pisses him off and he makes you his? Probably takes Bucky to help 👀

keep you safe

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warnings: dark fic, dark!steve, angst, manipulation, drugging, panic attack, toxic steve(he’s back guys), fucked up shit, not proofread

word count: 3.7k

a/n: ouch... also, this is all over the place. I’m sorry this one doesn’t have smut just pure manipulation and darkness and angst also im going to consider this as a oneshot

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- So, I’m thinking like maybe you and Steve were together before the civil war even happened?

- Like he’s still this soft puppy and he really took his time with you.

- He was this very shy but very romantic guy. A real gentleman who took you on a lot of dates before even making a move to kiss you. AND you were the first to initiate the kiss.

- It’s easy to say that falling in love with this man was inevitable.

- It was perfect. He was perfect. You were perfect.

- Then suddenly it wasn’t.

- Steve started acting strange and distant and it’s not normal for you to doubt his love for you because he’s Steve. He always, and I mean ALWAYS make you feel how much he loves you.

- But is it possible that he’s not in love with you anymore?

- Then you find out that you’re pregnant and you would’ve been ecstatic if it weren’t for the downfall you’re facing called your relationship with Steve.

- You’ve been imagining this moment your whole relationship with Steve. How the both of you would be crying with joy and how the both of you will be planning for your future but that’s not happening right now is it?

- The only thing that happened is the crying part and it was just you crying. Not with joy but with fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of abandonment. And the fear of having to raise a child alone if Steve didn’t want one with you.

- Then flashes of memories you had with Steve appear in your eyes and a smile works its way back to your lips.

- What the hell were you even thinking? Steve would be delighted to find out.

- Steve loves you and he’s just busy with his never ending missions. Steve loves you... Right?

- Wrong.

- The moment you got Steve alone, he seemed very irritated that he’s even in a room with you and that didn’t really help you. You were finding it hard to announce the news and how he’s acting is not helping.

- “Is there a reason for this? I’m very busy, Y/N,” he grumbles but you weren’t offended by his dismissiveness. All that’s going on inside your mind is how he called you by your name. Long gone were the nicknames he always had for you. There was no love when he said your name, only annoyance.

- “I-I have to tell you something,” you stuttered, no longer very fond of the idea about telling him but he deserves to know. Is it horrible to think that maybe he’ll change once he finds out? Will it seem like you’re tying him down with your pregnancy?

- “Well get on with it.,” he says dismissively. Something flashed in his eyes before a grin falls on his lips. For a moment, you thought he was back to his usual self and that made you breathe a little better. “I have to tell you something as well,” he adds before motioning for you to continue.

- “I... Steve, I’m pregnant.” You just went for it, afraid that you may back out when you stalled more.

- Steve’s reaction was nothing you expected. He was too relaxed and you didn’t know if you’re going to be relieved or scared.

- “And I want to break up with you.” His face showed arrogance and the smile that you used to love so much made your skin crawl. It’s like he lived on making you feel this way.

- What exactly were you feeling? Betrayal? Sadness? Anger? No. You can never bring yourself to be mad at him.

- “Is that all?” He asks, his tone getting really impatient that easily makes you feel very belittled and insignificant.

- You can’t find yourself to do anything as Steve rolls his eyes before turning around to walk away.

- You managed to whisper a small “W-wait.” Thankful for his super soldier serum for hearing you.

- He stares at you, still impatient.

- “I-Is that it?” Your eyes started to water, everything falling into you and you start to realize what’s happening.

- “A-are we over? That’s it? You’re breaking up with me because y-you don’t want t-the baby? We can work things out, Steve. It’s... I- It’s normal for couples to not get along sometimes. We can work things out. We always do!” You didn’t even realize that you were crying, whining, or sobbing. You just remember trying your best to make him stay.

- “This is really pathetic, Y/N. I thought you were better than this.” He shakes his head in disappointment which only added a new scar to your heart. You don’t want him being disappointed by you.

- “You want a reason? I’ll give you one. I’ll give you more than one. We are no longer working out. It’s not the same anymore. We’ve obviously fallen apart and I met Sharon...” His face shows guilt and you being so in love with the man, that guilt gave you hope. If he feels guilty then maybe he still cares about you...

- “I never did anything with her, though. Not when I’m still with you. I’m not that kind of man. I’m doing you a favor by breaking up with you. I’m not going to cheat on you, Y/N. I cared about you. I loved you. But this is the end for us. As for the pregnancy... Time changed a lot in this place. I’m pretty sure there are lots of choices for you...” He gives your shoulder a pat before turning around and leaving. Never once looking back at your disheveled form.

- Your heart hurt. The pain was all over you and your ears were ringing and all that’s going on inside your mind is how Steve left you. He told you that he cared and loved you and that’s all in the past now.

- If you didn’t know whether to be relieved or scared earlier, now you do.

- And just like that, you forced yourself to leave. You didn’t know what to do, who to call, where to go. You just know that you had to leave the tower. You were no longer with Steve. You didn’t have the right to be in that place anymore.

- You just had to go.

- You were never really trying to move on. You tried but then you gave up because you can never get over a guy like Steve. You loved him. You still love him. Him loving someone else doesn’t really stop you from loving him. You should but you can’t. And you really didn’t want to.

- You stayed at a friend’s house for a while. They were nice enough to lend you a place to stay, though it’s for a limited amount of time, you were still very thankful. Beggars can’t be choosers.

- You never heard from Steve. Last time you got an update about him was when the news reporter was announcing that the hero was a wanted criminal now. Something about the winter soldier.

- You immediately realized that the winter soldier is his long time friend from all the stories that he used to tell you when you were still together.

- You didn’t know what to feel but you forced yourself to not care. You can’t do anything about it. You only hoped he was in a safe place. You shouldn’t care that much but you did. You still can’t forget about him. Not when you’re carrying his child.

- You were walking around the city, desperately finding a job when you bumped into him.

- Bruce Banner.

- You never really got to get to know him much because when you met him, he was timid and you only ever really talked to him when you bump into him in the tower. And then he disappeared and that’s that.

- But he’s there right in front of you and you didn’t think he’d actually notice you or remember who you are but he did. And he greeted you with a smile. A smile that he never really wore back then.

- “Y/N? Is that you?” He laughed before bringing you into a hug. Well, that’s new.

- “Bruce? Where have you been?” You laughed before returning the hug.

- “It’s a long story... How are you?” He offered to treat you lunch and you followed. You’re basically homeless in a few days so might as well accept blessings when you can, right?

- You told him everything that happened. You told him that you had no idea where Steve is because you broke up before he became a war criminal.

- He noticed your growing stomach and it was quite hilarious and adorable how he was so shy about asking so you told him about it.

- “Yeah, I’m pregnant.” You chuckled at his embarrassed face then apologizing to you for staring. You waved it off, telling him that it’s fine.

- “Sorry to ask but Captain left you even after you told him?” Bruce looks bewildered and disgusted and you could only nod in response, face falling at the memories.

- “Where are you staying right now?” Bruce asked with worry written all over his face.

- “At a friend’s...” You so desperately wanted to ask for help but now is the time that your pride decided to show up.

- “I don’t think that’s safe for you and the baby... You were... The captain’s girlfriend and people can use you for bait. Especially now that he’s wanted... Listen, the tower is really empty right now. Only Tony, Rhodes, and I. I can talk to Tony about it. You can stay there and nobody would even know that you’re there. I’m staying there and nobody knows but Tony...” Bruce’s words gave you hope and you could only nod in tears of joy. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad for you.

- You understand why Bruce wanted to be hidden and that’s something that the both of you would bond over.

- After a few more months, you got bigger. (yep, you kept the baby and fuck steve and his fucking fuckity fuck)

- Bruce is a doctor and you grew to trust him as time went by so it’s normal for him to be the one checking up on you.

- You became very close with Bruce and you found solace in him. He just seems like he knew everything that he’s doing and you felt safe with him. You and your baby are safe with him.

- Steve never really left your mind, not when his child is growing inside of you, but you learned how to live without him.

- You avoided the news because you didn’t want to hear about him, an exercise you taught yourself to become somewhat better.

- So imagine your surprise when he shows up at the tower.

- He looked different. Longer and darker hair. Beard. He looked well and you hated how relieved you were at the thought of him being safe and healthy.

- You locked eyes with him and everything came back to you.

- The hurt you felt when he tossed you aside and the hurt you felt when he dismissed you and your baby.

- You felt sick when you saw his eyes traveling down your body and staring at your very swollen stomach.

- You began breathing unevenly and your chest was becoming tighter. Steve made you nervous. You hate how you feel insecure under his gaze. You hate how you feel like you’re disappointing him and you hate your heart still yearns for him.

- You felt hands snaking around your frame comfortingly and Bruce’s familiar voice brings you out of your mind.

- “Breathe, Y/N… Breathe....” He guided you out of the room, needing the privacy and you thanked him for that after you’re finally breathing properly.

- What you didn’t see was Steve’s fuming face when he saw how Bruce held you and how you reacted to the doctor’s touch. The way you calmed down after hearing his voice.

- Steve remembered how you started panicking after seeing him and he hated how you reacted that way towards him but he hates how you reacted towards Bruce the most.

- Steve’s hatred was drowned by the swelling of his heart when he saw you and your stomach. You’re still carrying his baby and he’s so thankful that you kept his child. He couldn’t love you more at that moment.

- Yes. He loves you. He came back for you and to see you in somebody else’s arms? To see you being comforted by someone else than him? He knows that he’s at fault and he probably deserve it but he’s going to do better. He’s going to be the best he can be. He’s going to be the best for you.

- He’s going to be the man that you would need. You and his baby.

- He’s got a lot to pay for and he’s going to do just that. If only you can cooperate with him…

- Steve watches as Bruce does your ultrasound. He should be there with you but he’s giving you time. He’s giving you space. He doesn’t want you getting overwhelmed again. It’s not healthy for you or the baby so he stands in the shadows, watching you and the baby on the screen.

- “Is that him?” Your voice wavers in excitement and Steve wanted nothing else but to hold your hand but he can’t. Instead, he just watches Bruce’s hand gripping yours in comfort and that just won’t work for Steve… He needs to talk to you.

- “He’s so small but so big at the same time!” Your laugh makes Steve’s heart swell with joy. He will get you back. He’ll do anything and if you don’t want to… He’ll make you want to.

- Steve finally gets you alone. He didn’t force himself on you. He waited. He waited and waited and now you’re ready to finally talk to him.

- “Doll…” He goes over to you to hug you but you step back, avoiding him. If that didn’t hurt his heart, the words you spoke did.

- “Captain.” Your words were short and curt. It’s like you didn’t even want to be there with him at all. And what’s with you calling him captain?

- “I wanted to talk to you, doll.” His voice was soft like honey and you feel your heart pounding with joy but you remained stoic.

- “Well, get on with it.” You should be feeling some sort of relief for repeating his word back then to him but you only felt guilt and the need to comfort him when his face fell and a dejected expression takes place on his face.

- “I-I want to apologize, first of all. You didn’t deserve anything I said back then. I was horrible an- and… I just wanted you to know that I never wanted to hurt you, doll. I love yo-”

- “Well you hurt me. You hurt me a lot.” You cut him off, the stoic expression you were holding is now gone. Steve’s face turns into guilt and he makes a move towards you again but you stop him with a shake of your head.

- “I don’t want to do anything with you right now. I… I don’t even know why you’re bothering to talk to me right now when you were so eager to get rid of me back then. What changed?” You looked at him with those eyes that Steve always felt weak for. He hated himself for hurting you but that’s the only way for you to be safe. He was going to look for Bucky and that will bring a lot of problems and he didn’t want you to be caught in between his fights. He loves you too much and at that time, he believed that hurting you was the best option.

- “I wanted you to be safe, Y/N…” Steve explained, his hand weakly reaching for you but every time you would reject him just adds another stab into his bleeding heart.

- “Well, fuck.” You spat. Steve looked at you in confusion, almost flinching at the way you’re glaring at him.

- “You wanted me safe?” You let out a humorless laugh and this time, Steve flinches.

- “Well thank you, I guess.” You say, voice not holding any emotion anymore. Steve liked you being mad at him rather than this. He didn’t like how you seem like you’ve given up feeling anything for him. He’d rather you mad at him than nothing at all. He deserves your anger towards him. Not this.

- “Well, you can continue making sure I’m safe by fucking off and leaving me to myself then.” That’s the last thing you said before leaving, never once looking back at his disheveled form.

- Steve hated how he feels but he knows that he deserves every single stab in his heart. He knows he deserves more hurting. He wants you to hurt him but you’d never do that. Not his Y/N.

- You’re right though. He will keep you safe. He’ll show you just how much he can take care of you and make you safe.

- He’ll make sure to have you back in his arms. You’re going to be a family and he’ll protect his family at all cost. He’s never loved a woman as he loves you. Not Sharon and not Peggy.

- You never talked to Steve after that confrontation but you still see him. You see him watching over you and you couldn’t help but feel the swelling of your heart whenever you see him.

- You’d see him putting your favorite cereal box down on the counter before you can enter the kitchen so you wouldn’t have to reach for it.

- You’d see him doing simple things to keep you safe and each time, you find yourself longing for the old days you had with him. You find yourself longing for Steve.

- Then it happened.

- Bucky somehow got triggered into becoming the winter soldier and your first reaction would be to find Steve but this time, you didn’t. You went to Bruce.

- Steve’s jaw clenches when he sees you running towards the lab to find Bruce, your hand protecting your stomach. Steve ran towards the lab as well, knowing too well what’s about to happen and he’ll be there to save the day.

- Looking for Bruce didn’t end well because he found you. Not Bruce but the green angry man. The hulk.

- He was shouting while the winter soldier was watching the green man with interest. He somehow managed to trigger the hulk. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of someone controlling your best friend.

- “Bruce! It’s me!” You shout but the green man only growled before pouncing at you.

- You turned around, crouching and hugging your stomach to protect your baby but the impact never happened.

- The sound of clashing and fighting made you turn around and you see Steve dodging the hulk’s punches with his shield and your heart leaped in relief. You relaxed for a second before feeling worried for Steve.

- It’s like a normal reaction for your body to feel safe with Steve and your brain is starting to believe that too. You remembered his words from before… He just wanted you to be safe.

- He hurt you to keep you safe and you’re starting to understand that now.

- “Y/N!” You see him running towards you with worry written all over his face.

- “Are you okay?!” He asked, hands shaking as he scanned you for any scars.

- “I-I’m fine, Steve… Are you okay?” You tried to look him over for scars but he pulled you into a hug, crying and shaking against your body as he rubbed his hand behind your back.

- “I thought you got hurt. I thought I failed… I just wanted to protect you…” He choked on his words and you hugged him tighter.

- You understand everything now.

- He just wanted to keep you safe.

- You pulled back from the hug before wiping his tears away with your thumbs.

- “What about Bucky and Bruce?” You turned to look behind him but Steve stopped you.

- “Bucky’s alright. He’s back and he’s bringing Bruce to the medbay…” Steve breathes heavily, reminding you of the battle he just had.

- “A-Are you okay, Steve?” You repeat your question and he nods in response before pulling you into a hug again.

- “I don’t care about me. As long as you’re safe. As long as you’re both safe…” He pulls back before pressing a hand on your stomach.

- “I’ll feel safe when you’re both safe. I’ll only feel safe when I know you’re safe. Y/N… Doll… I am fucking sorry for hurting you. There’s no excuse for that. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore... What I did was horri-”

- “Steve.” You cut him off and he looks at you with sadness and regret.

- You cup his face with both hands before smiling.

- “Thank you, Steve. Thank you for keeping me safe. For keeping us safe.” You grabbed Steve’s right hand before placing it back on your stomach.

- “You keep us safe… Thank you, Steve.” You see Steve’s eyes starting to water once more and you giggle before moving in, stopping just a few inches from his face.

- Your eyes flutter before you leaned closer, finally closing the distance and kissing him.

- You feel his hand moving from your stomach to your back to pull you closer and tighter to his body.

- “I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much.” He whispers through the kiss.

- “I’ll always keep you safe, Y/N. I will never hurt you anymore. I’ll be the best husband and father…” He whispers before lifting you up.

- “I’ll keep you safe.” He whispers one last time before carrying you back to your room. The room that you’ll be sharing with him soon. Actually, you wouldn’t even need that room because Steve will make sure to get a place where the two of you can be alone. The tower isn’t safe for you anymore. Only Steve can keep you safe.

- Steve celebrates in his mind as the mission went successfully. With Bucky helping him. With how they were able to drug Bruce’s coffee. Everything went perfectly. You fell right back into his arms.

- And Steve will keep his promise.

- He’ll keep you safe.

- He’ll keep his family safe.

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undeserved happy ending for steve but what about it💀

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novamirmirsblog · 3 years

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So stay with me

Word count: 1957

Request: Yes

Genre: ANGST

Warnings: DEATH. SADNESS. Like there is literally no silver lining.

A/N I've done the foster system based off how it is where I live. I don't know what it's like for other countries so I apologise if it isn't quite the same for where you live :3 ALSO I'm going to put the request elsewhere because in order for the full unhappiness, you must experience it like this 😈

When you first entered the S.H.I.E.L.D training programme, you had been hand picked by Fury himself. You were bouncing from foster home to foster home at the time, causing general trouble by stealing, fighting and lashing out at anyone and everyone. You had no real direction. You knew you were most likely to end up on the streets - sure your social worker would still check in occasionally after you had aged out of the system but there were more and more kids being given up. Realistically, you knew you were on your own. When you reached 13 you knew that no one was going to adopt you. Especially when there were babies and young children available. Deep down, you had figured it out when you were around 9 but you clung to the naive hope that you were wrong.

~~~~~

Fury found you when you were 15 but didn't take you in until you were 17. It was the day after your 17th birthday when he turned up at your foster parent's door. He said he wanted to take you for a military programme and you packed your bag before he had even finished his speech.

You went through years of intense training and passed top of your class for everything. It was surprising considering you had never been first before. What was more shocking was the need for praise. You had always believed that you didn't need it. You had never had it before, so why is it a necessity. You realised how wrong you were when Maria took you to the side and told you that you had done well. The comment replayed in your head for months.

~~~~~

You were 23 when you first joined the Avenger's initiative. 23 when you first met Natasha. The two of you didn't hit it off to begin with, Natasha didn't like how reckless you were and you didn't like how far the stick was shoved up her arse. Truth was, you both liked each other a little more than just friends but neither of you knew how to deal with these emotions. Let's face it, Natasha grew up being told 'love is for children' and you grew up in the system where the cracks were so big elephants fell through them. The team could see it though.

"Just ask her out." Wanda told you while sitting on your bed painting her nails.

"Who?"

"You know exactly who. I can read your mind and your thoughts are very loud."

"No. Your information is wrong." Wanda grabbed your hand, painting the left one first.

"Y/n just ask Natasha out. She'll say yes."

"I hate her. We're enemies."

"Some say you have to love someone to hate them and besides" Wanda paused, gauging your reaction "You wanting to bend her over a table doesn't sound very enemy like."

Heat rose in your cheeks and you prayed nothing gave you away. "Untrue. I want to do that in an enemy way."

"Sureeee..."

From then on, you were extremely careful to keep your thoughts quiet. Especially when you had to watch Natasha train.

~~~~~

It was Natasha who asked you out. At first you thought she was joking and very nearly laughed but then you saw how she was standing, how she said 'will you go out with me' with such nonchalance that it was as if she was asking you to pass the ketchup. No one could be that cool and collected. It was the way she even played slightly with her fingernails that showed you she was nervous. You of course said yes.

That was the beginning of your relationship and you had been going strong for a good five years. The nausea and tiredness however, started three years into your relationship. Natasha used to joke that maybe you were pregnant when it had first started happening, the others laughing at even the thought of you cheating on Natasha. The jokes died down when after a month and a half of running to the bathroom, it finally affected your missions. You were sent right off to Dr Cho and no one would have anything else said on the matter. You had tried to fight them, of course - it really wasn't that bad. All you needed to do. was take some anti-nausea medication and you would be fine.

Leukaemia

You knew that one little word would do so much damage to your strange family if they ever found out. You sat in silence as you formulated a plan, Dr Cho just watching you, letting you process. What was the point in telling your family and causing them pain if the treatment plan Dr Cho had lined out for you worked? There wasn't. That's why you kept it a secret. Why you brushed off any comments about your increased nausea, or your lack of hunger. The only person who knew was Fury.

~~~~~

"Are you cheating on me?" Natasha had cornered you after a particularly tough session of chemotherapy. All you wanted to do was sleep.

"No. Why would you think that?" Words were hard to say when you had to put all your energy into just standing up.

"You go out at all times of the day and night, you're too damn tired to do anything and you never talk to me anymore Y/n... If you wanted to break up you didn't have to cheat."

You knew this day would come eventually. It was a year into your treatments and none of them seemed to be working. Natasha wasn't stupid. It's why you kissed her on the head and pulled her into the tightest hug you could muster.

"I would never do that. I love you Natasha Romanoff. I'll explain but let me get everyone here." You asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to call everyone down to the living room.

Once everyone was settled on the sofas and chairs, you sat on the coffee table, no longer being able to hold yourself up.

"I have leukaemia."

At first, you couldn't bring yourself to look at the others. You didn't want their pity but you knew they wouldn't be able to show anything else. You looked at Natasha first. You knew she wouldn't have a pitying look on her face.

You were right.

Natasha looked furious. How dare someone who didn't even want you in their lives give you a horrible disease. She knew your chances of survival weren't good but there were treatments that could help. She had more than enough money to get whatever treatment necessary.

Tony spoke first. "I'm going to my lab. FRIDAY, contact Dr Cho. I need Y/n's medical details."

Bruce followed quickly behind him. The others gave you sad but hopeful smiles. You couldn't bring yourself to tell them there was little hope.

~~~~~

Natasha had been gone on and off for 6 months. You knew your time was coming to a close but she still hadn't given up. She was always in some country following a lead for some experimental drug to try and cure you.

But there was no cure.

Not for this. Maybe one day there would be a cure, but not in your lifetime. The cure wouldn't be able to save you.

You were almost hesitant to let Natasha come back. It had been a while since she had seen you and now you looked like paper. You were thin and fragile and your skin had lost it's colour and took on a grey tinge. Your cheeks were hollow and your lips were constantly chapped and the only thing you could stomach were tiny meals and energy drinks.

You were dying.

Everyone had come to terms with it. Tony and Bruce never stopped trying to find a cure, it just wasn't for you anymore. Wanda tried her best to keep you as comfortable as she could with her powers and Steve would come and tell you stories of before he was put in the ice to entertain you. Clint would bring his kids until it got too painful for them to see you turn from the scariest, coolest person they knew into a hollow shell.

The only person who hadn't come to terms with it was Natasha.

"Nat she needs you." Steve told her when the team were all eating.

"I know. I really think this time this lead will be the one. Then she can be fixed and-"

"Natasha." Wanda cut her off, her voice dangerously low. She had heard this speech so many times that it was painful to hear it again. "She needs you. She's dying and you need to accept it. You don't have much longer left with her and you're abandoning her when you should be with her 24/7!" Wanda's eyes glowed slightly red as she thought of all the times she had to watch her best friend realise the love of her life wasn't there with her. The cutlery began to shake a little and something fell over in the kitchen.

The crash that you heard woke you up. Maybe it was Natasha. You hobbled out of what was supposed to be your shared room, and made your way to the kitchen. By the time you had reached the kitchen, everyone was fighting. There was food being thrown, knives being grabbed and glasses shattering everywhere. You just stood there as your best friend and your girlfriend attempted to kill each other.

"guys stop." Your throat hurt from hours of throwing up so your voice didn't carry.

"guys really..." You tried again, tears forming in your eyes. You didn't want to spend your last days watching your loved ones fight.

"FRIDAY tell them to stop. please."

"Miss Y/l/n would like you all to stop. Now."

Everyone turned to the doorway where you were standing, horrified that you saw them fighting.

"Y/n, you need to get to bed sweetie." Wanda walked over to you, wrapping her arm around your waist.

"Don't touch her." Natasha stormed over, taking your other side.

"Ladies there's no need to fight. You can share right?" You let out a soft laugh and watched as they both melted. Just because you were dying, it didn't mean you lost your sense of humour.

They both took you back to your shared room, Wanda leaving to give you and Natasha some privacy.

"Please don't go anymore." You laid with your head on Natasha's chest, her hand stroking your hair.

"But I'm so close. I can cure you Y/n."

"Natty please. I can tell I don't have much longer left and I don't know if I'll still be here for when you come back if you leave again."

"But I can't lose you." Natasha whispered, scared that if she spoke any louder, some other power would hear her and take you away from her too soon.

"So stay with me."

~~~~~

It was strange, you thought, lying on your bed; you had always thought you would die doing something spontaneous, or maybe in the field. Not because your cells were abnormal. Natasha had spent every moment with you since she returned 5 months ago. You had planned everything; your funeral, little messages to each of them, where to bury you. Everything was sorted. All that was left now, was to die.

It was an ordinary Wednesday afternoon when you felt the last drops of life drain from you. You knew it was time and so you turned to Natasha who had you wrapped up in her arms, placing a hand on her face, the rest of the Avengers all sitting there quietly.

“When the time is right, we’ll be together again. I’ll always be with you.” You then let your eyes drift shut, never to open again. Not in this world, anyway, but perhaps in the next.

A/N pt 2: NOOO BUT WHY AM I CRYING. THAT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY AROUND. We've got some Peggy Carter fluff coming up soon tho :)

Also here is the request:

A Natasha x fem!reader. Reader was one of THE best shield agents and a great member of the avengers, but sadly had genetic cancer. After fighting for two years, with nausea, pain, and no improvement, reader knew she was dying. She didn’t want to admit it, especially after all the team has done to help her, especially her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. No amount of treatment or amount of money or technology Tony had was gonna save her. In the end, reader comes to terms with it. But Natasha doesn’t want reader to give up. Reader get through to Natasha that she wants to spend her last moments with her without putting more strain on her body. Natasha then comes to terms with it. Eventually, on readers death bed, surrounded by the rest of the avengers, Natasha is holding reader in her arms as reader says goodbye and looks to Natasha and says “When the time is right, we’ll be together again. I’ll always be with you” (GO NUTS AND MAKE IT ANGSTY)

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yuulina-vre · 3 years

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Spirit

Summary: Wanda has never ridden a horse.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Wordcount: 2582 words

Warnings: none

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The soft glide of fingers over her shoulder rouses her. The fingers glide further over her neck before taking the same path back only to start again. Lightly chapped lips press against her shoulder. “Hey, sweetheart. Time to wake up.” Y/N only hums still on the verge of sleep, ready to let herself be dragged under again. “No, come on, baby.” The deep chuckle vibrates through her body. The hands that had gently run over her, now grip her a little harder and soon she feels herself manhandled onto a broad chest. Instinctively she snuggles into the warm body, head resting on its natural place on the chest, right under the chin. “Hey, no. No more napping. The others are waiting for us.”

“But comfy.” She whines, presses her head and body further onto the warm skin under her. “Nope. Come on. I have two options for you. Either you get up so I can pee and we get to eat lunch or you stay put, I pee on the bed and tickle you as long as it takes for you to pee yourself, too.”

“Bucky…”

“Your choice.” She grumbles a little, nuzzling her nose against the skin under her. “…First one.”

“Alright.” Bucky presses his lips against her forehead before he carefully shoves her off. “See you in a few minutes.” Then he’s gone. Y/N stays still on the mattress, only rolling a little to stare at the ceiling. She’s still a little tired. She came home late, together with Steve after they had to attend a small mission. She actually had to sneak into a building this time. The vents were full of dust and she swears she’s breathed in more of it than air. Missions always kick her ass, though. She’s going so rarely and when she does, she feels sore and tired afterward. How Steve managed to get up around 7 am is beyond her. The moment she hears the toilet flush she closes her eyes. “Baby girl, come on. I’m hungry.”

“Noo…” She whines again but startles the moments Bucky grabs her around the hips to throw her over his shoulders. “Fine, then I’ll carry you up like this.”

“No! Buck, I’m not wearing pants! Buck!” Well fuck. Bucky’s not listening just smirking and slapping her ass before he really starts walking out of their apartment. Getting carried into the common room only clad in panties and a long shirt from Steve is embarrassing. Her hair isn’t made either. Thankfully she only earns herself a strange look, a few smirks here and there. Steve seems to be the only one not looking amused. He has his eyebrows raised; arms crossed. Y/N only hangs like a defeated bag over Bucky’s shoulder hiding her face in her hands. Bucky gently sets her on Steve’s lap and she instantly goes to hide in his chest. “Hey.” He kisses her temple, gathers her in his arms, and presses her closer. While the others quickly go back to what they did Steve holds onto her, whispering softly. “What was that about?”

“Bucky is mean.” She starts pouting. “Didn’t want me to sleep any longer.” Steve snorts a little but his hand runs softly over her back. “You can nap with me later, yeah?” She continues pouting but nods. “How are you feeling? Still sore?”

“I’m fine but tired.”

“I don’t understand why you’re tired after missions. You change all the time. Is it the concentration that a mission brings?” Y/N only shrugs and snuggles closer into Steve, her own arms wrapping around his neck. “I don’t know.” They stay like that for a while. Y/N feels herself almost dosing off as Clint’s loud laugh startles her. “Never?!”

“No. It’s not like we had much money to do so.” Wanda shrugs, looking around. “Have you all done it?” A collective of yeses goes through the group. “Done what?” Y/N yawns and rubs her eyes. “Wanda has never ridden a horse.”

“What? Never?” Y/N looks at Wanda, a little shocked. “No, it’s not that big of a deal. I’m sure Steve and Bucky haven’t either.”

“Actually…” Bucky smiles at Wanda with a slight shrug. “My sister likes horses so I took her once to the zoo and she made me ride one too.” Wanda sighs as Clint pipes up again. “Even Tony has ridden a horse.”

“Oh, come on. He was five years old, that doesn’t count.” Tony only sips on his cup of coffee not even eyeing any of them as he listens to Bruce. Y/N turns to Steve. “Have you ever ridden one?”

“No, used to be allergic. Couldn’t get closer than a few hundred feet.”

“Unbelievable.” She shakes her head and jumps practically off Steve’s lap, her almost naked self forgotten. “Clint! You’re accompanying me! The rest is meeting us in two hours down by the lake!” She points at everyone, even at Bruce and Tony who looks confused, then grabs Clint by his collar and drags him behind her with minimal protests from him. She sees Steve and Bucky laugh, Wanda frown, and Nat smirk at Clint as they leave.

While they drive in town Y/N remembers why she never asks Clint to drive her. He’s like a starving man on his way to the next supermarket. They almost need the full two hours to buy what’s needed and not because Y/N is picky. Jesus, clint has some strong requirements on the stuff. But Y/N supposes he knows what he’s doing since he’s the one that owned horses. Back home She slips into the first room that’s empty and close to the entrance. Clint suggested some breeds to her that would fit with the brought equipment but Y/N is a week woman and concentrates on the one she finds beautiful. It takes a bit more time to change but soon she turned into a beautiful, light brown Norwegian fjord horse. She shakes herself a bit, lets her tail swig, and neighs silently for Clint to come in. He gets her fully ‘dressed’ with the blanket, saddle, halter, and rein before he leads her outside. Some employees look funnily at them, some smile but they both don’t pay them any mind. They stroll on but Clint suddenly stops. Y/N almost runs into him and snorts loudly. “Sorry, sorry. Can I get on?” Y/N nods eagerly. It’s been a long time since she carried someone around. As soon as Clint is on top she starts running around, slowly at first but then after. She feels the wind rush past her, her body pushing itself to the pastes pace possible. “Come on now, Y/N. The others are probably waiting.” She slows down, neighs again, and lets Clint lead her around until they can see the others. Some of them look slightly startled, Wanda even looks a bit scared. Steve and Bucky just look amazed and Tony is oddly hyped. Y/N stops right in front of them, shaking herself a little as Clint gets off. “Hi, Y/N.” Nat steps forward her hand stretched out, waiting for Y/N to butt her head against it. She sniffs at it first but then actually presses her noses against it and lets Nat stroke up and down. Bucky steps up as well, softly gliding his hand over her neck, cooing a little. Steve doesn’t step up to her but to Wanda. She looks pretty hesitant. Steve’s quick to grab one of her hands to squeeze it and whispers to her, probably to calm her down. “So, anyone wants a try?” Clint claps in his hand looking around. Surprisingly or not that surprising, since he looked hyped, Tony steps up and swings himself up into the saddle. He guides her around slowly trying to get a feeling but soon he’s dashing with Y/N over the grass and sand. One after another climb up in the saddle to run a few rounds around with her. Some are faster than others. Bucky denies it but feeds her apples in between her runs. Then it’s Wanda’s turn but she backs off as Y/N comes close, hiding behind Steve. “What’s wrong?” “S-she’s so big.” “Yeah, but it’s only Y/N. There’s no point in being afraid. You know her.” Steve tries to reassure her but Wanda backs off more. Y/N keeps an eye on her seeing her stare. She doesn’t seem quite afraid but neither does she seem comfortable. To not scare her off Y/N shuffles a little backward and walks up to Bucky. He immediately starts scratching her neck, cooing in her ears, and feeds her yet another apple Clint passes him. She stays a moment but soon runs off. Being a horse brings a feeling of freedom that she rarely feels. Somehow, it’s a whole different world and another freedom. It’s not comparable with the one she feels like a bird. It’s just… different. She runs around for a while, jumps here and there before she tires herself out. She tastes a bit from the grass around the compound but the apples were tastier so she trots back, hoping to get another one. She’s not coming far because Clint catches her halter. She snorts and neighs a little annoyed but follows him as he leads her a bit away from the others. She’s just starting to wonder where they are going as they reach a tree. “I’m just parking you here for a sec. Wait for me yeah?” She nods and watches as he tightens her reins on a thick branch. As if she would run away! But he still goes through with it and walks off only to return with Wanda in one hand and a basket in the other. “Clint, no. Please.” “Come on. Just pat her and give her an apple. She’s not as scary as you might think.” “No Plea-” Y/N cut ser off mid-sentence. She’s now close enough so Y/N steps forward and butts her head against her shoulder, gently and without nuzzling or nibbling. She just presses it there and holds it. Wanda tenses instantly, almost backing off but Clint now has a hand on her lower back and holds her still. Wanda’s still tense but with Clint takes one of her hands and slowly raises it and places it on Y/N’s neck. At first, her hand just rests there but then she lightly, barely noticeable, starts scratching and stroking and Y/N has to keep herself in check. She wants to snort in pleasure neigh but she can’t. she doesn’t want to scare Wanda off so she waits. It takes a few minutes until Y/N deems Wanda calm enough so she lifts her head and snorts, nudging Wanda carefully, and triples on the spot, eager for some apples she knows clint hides in the basket. Wanda takes one out and hesitantly reaches forward. “Flatten your hand so she won't accidentally take your fingers off.” Wanda’s hand flattens and Y/N tries to take the apple as gently as she can. It takes a while longer to really convince Wanda to get in the saddle but half an hour later Y/N is strolling around the compound at a leisurely pace with Wanda sitting on her back. That is until she gets an idea for some bonding time. “Where are you going? Y/N?” Wanda panics a little on her back turning back to look at the others. No one really notices what they are doing, except Clint who’s still eyeing them. “C-Clint?! Where’s she going?”“I don’t know. Just let her lead. It’s Y/N, she probably wants to bond with you.” Y/N neighs to confirm it and continues on along the shore deeper into the forest. She walks for a while until they reach a smaller path that she follows and that leads her back to the lake. She stops on the sandy ground and snorts. The view is a bit different; this place is more shadowy. You can see the compound and if you look closely, you can see all the others on the pier. “This is beautiful.” Y/N nods eagerly. She likes this spot. When she sometimes changes into a deer, she hides out here, just looking around. Sometimes she can watch recruits and Nat and Steve train long-distance runs or survival in icy water. It is interesting and she’s always glad she doesn’t have to do it. Wanda leans a bit forward, resting against Y/N’s neck. Her hands start stroking each side of Y/N’s neck while she whispers into one of her ears. “Can we do this again some time? I- I think I like it.” Y/N nods again, happy that she could convince her that riding a horse isn’t that scary. They slowly make their way back and Y/N test the waters by falling into a slightly faster pace. Wanda screeches at first but relaxes soon. Back with the others she dismounts her and pats her neck again before happily skipping over to Clint.

Y/N looks around trying to spot her boys. They both stand on the edge of the pier. Well, Bucky is sitting, his feet dangling in the water, Steve’s standing beside him nursing a drink. Y/N’s not wearing any horseshoes so she is relatively silent and could try sneaking up on them. Taking the chance while it’s still presenting itself, she walks as silently as she can. It helps that the others aren’t far off, laughing and chatting pretty loudly. She’s only a few feet away from her boys, able to hear their soft conversation. “She might as well be, I mean. Look how Clint acts.”

“Yeah, well. After Pietro, he has taken her under his wings. He keeps a close eye on h- Ahh!” That’s the moment Y/N uses. She takes a small jump and buts her head against Steve’s back, forcefully enough to push him off balance. Steve staggers a little before he loses his footing and slips over the edge of the pier right into the water. Bucky barks out a laugh while Y/N neighs loudly. Steve swims back up, sputtering and spitting water out. “You!” He points an accusing finger at her but Y/N only snorts amused, though, she’s stepping up to the edge of the pier she lowers her head so her reins hang low enough for Steve to grab on, which he does. She neighs loudly and lifts her head with as much force as she can and steps back, dragging Steve up on the platform again. Bucky quickly grabs Steve on the loops of his jeans and pulls him up as well. For a moment Steve just lies pouting on the ground before he slowly gets up and tackles Bucky, getting him all wet as well. Bucky screeches at the wetness and tries to fights Steve off but he nuzzles his wet hair just into Bucky’s face. “That’s for laughing!” Then he lets go and glares at Y/N. He approaches her slowly at first. Y/N stakes a step back but then Steve suddenly starts running. Normally Y/N would be faster than he is but she starts a second too late to turn around, so Steve manages to catch her on her neck and fling himself around her until he sits in the saddle, getting her whole neck all wet. She continues running just for the fun and because Steve just realized what he’s doing. “Y-Y/N! Slower! Oh my god, I hate you!” His hands tighten in her mane as she continues running through the grass. No! No slowing down. She enjoys it way too much.

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