#I don't bite i promise i want more fan friends TT

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Querencia ( Joseph D. Liebgott x Reader )

querencia/ kɛˈrɛnθɪə,Spanish keˈrenθja,keˈrensja/

noun ; querencia; plural noun: querencias

Sanctuary.

( POST WAR !!! fluff and maybe a smidge of angst ?)

01.00 AM. 

19th July, 1946, Yuma, California. 

1 cup of self raising flour, 1 cup of granulated sugar, equal parts. Wisk together in a bowl, before adding 1 large egg. 

Feel free to stir together using your hands. 

In a pan, arrange the canned-peach slices, before half of the reserved peach juice on top. After this, apply the doe on top of the peaches. Then drizzle a ½ cup of melted butter. 

Bake in a preheated oven for forty five minutes until golden brown, serve with cold ice cream and rest of the peach juice. Easy peasy ! 

. 

Yeah right. 

You sighed irritatedly, eyebrows knit together as you crouched before the oven, one hand on the oven latch, the other holding an oven mitten. You had been sitting there for at least an hour and a half. 

You were wearing one of Joe’s shirts, over your nightgown. You pursed your lips together, scowling at the peach cobbler in the oven, which wasn’t even browning. “Come on..” You murmured quietly. You were so caught up in the baking that you hadn’t noticed the door unlocking. 

That was until you heard the soft clang of Joe’s cab car keys being thrown onto the table. “Shit-!” 

You looked over, confused as you looked up to Joseph Liebgott, your boyfriend. He stared down at you, his surprise slowly morphing into a small smile. “Wasn’t expecting you to be awake, Doll.” 

You giggled at that, an excited smile gracing your features as you stood up and jogged to him. A warmth spread through your body as you held him close, pulling him down to litter his face with kisses. “Lots of customers ?” You asked, between kisses. His lopsided grin surfaced, chuckling as he leaned into the kiss. “ Mhm, drove ‘round half the fuckin’ city swear to god.” 

“The real question is,” He began, hand trailing down to the curve of your waist. “ What are you doing up ?” He jokingly poked at your side, earning a small sigh and downwards turn at your lips. “I wanted to try the recipe for Peach Cobbler.. kind of a lost cause though.” 

A hoarse, tired chuckle left his lips, shaking his head as he pressed a kiss to your head. “What’s the occasion ?” 

You tensed up a little, clearing your throat as you looked to the oven. Your lips parted, taking a soft inhale before speaking. “ Next saturday, you know .. that reunion in indianapolis ?” 

Joe didn’t look at you, his lips pressing into a thin line as he looked to the wall. You softly moved your hand up to his cheek, gently rubbing it with the pad of your thumb. “ It’s been a year since we last saw them .. and I know Webster came to visit us last february but you know that doesn’t count.” 

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring it up after his long shift, but he asked, and you had no intention of hiding things from him. 

You caught on on how his jaw clenched, eyes trained on the tiles of the kitchen wall. You would have preferred screeching of fingernails on chalk than the deafening silence. After several moments of this, he licked his lips, voice quiet. 

“I just..” 

You looked up to him. 

“I just can’t do it, Doll..” 

You felt your heart clench. He didn’t sound hurt, he didn’t sound mad or anything. He just sounded so discouraged. The way his words died on his tongue, how he couldn’t meet your eyes. 

“Oh Joe..”

You cooed, your hand moving up to his hair as you tugged him into a warm embrace. It didn’t take long for him to melt into your glow. His arms sneaked around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t cry, Liebgott rarely cried. He just savored the moment. The smell of your hair, as well as the light scent of artificial peach and flour. One hand moved to cradle your head, as his eyes closed. The gentle tugging at the roots of his hair, the soft tracings you drew on his back, it was his sanctuary. 

“My darling, we don’t have to do anything. We don’t, we can just rest.” You’d say, your voice muffled by the material of his shirt. He didn’t really respond, just a quiet hum resonating through his body. 

The two of you stood there for several minutes, until you reluctantly pulled away. You looked up at him, the soft smile on your lips never faltering as you intertwined your hands. “ Let’s get you some sleep, hm ?” 

He nodded. 

“The rocket’s empty- I’ll try the atom load of this ray gun.” You read, your voice saccharine and honey like as you read of the comic book strip. Both of your backs were pressed against the wall, Joseph’s arm around your shoulders as you read to him. His head was resting on yours, half-lidded eyes following the comic drawings as you read. 

It only took fifteen minutes before the book was tucked away in a drawer, the lights off and blanket pulled over you two. Joe lay behind you, his body pressed up to yours with his arms holding you around the torso. 

“Y/N ?” He interrupted the silence, and you hummed quietly, eyes still closed. 

“ I just .. well..” 

You shifted slightly, turning to face him. One hand moved to rest on his cheekbone, eyes opening slightly. 

“If you want to go to the reunion, you should.” Your eyebrows knit together, slowly adjusting to the light as you spotted his warm eyes. 

“What ?” 

He nodded, shuffling closer to you. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see any of those bucks again.. But, they were your team too.” You looked at him with a small, small smile as you nodded. “But- Joe, you know you don’t have to-” 

“I know.” 

You shut up, thumb tracing patterns against his jaw. He continued speaking. 

“But.. Well, if you need a ride to Indianapolis, I’ll be there. ” 

Your lip curled up into a teasing smile. “You’re saying I'll get a free cab ride ?”

“Hey, I ain’t saying anything about it being free, I just said if you need a ride.” He countered, gently squeezing your side with a chuckle. Your laughter is harmonious to him, as he closes his eyes and smiles. 

Your laughter died down, your chest fluttering. “Hey..” You’d say, quietly. You moved closer, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. Sure, Joe was tired, but he kissed you back, with as much love and eagerness as he always did. You mumbled a soft “thank you.” to his lips. 

He just shook his head, and tugged you closer to him, the sound of traffic rumbling from the balcony of your apartment.

( THIS ISN'T PROOF READ SO PLAY NICE !!! I love domestic joe : ( he's my baby boy. It's post-war, if it wasn't clear enough- uh yeah hope you guys enjoy xoxo !!!!!!)

[just-some-random-blogger]

good morning, angel! do you already know who's it? it's modern!daemon nonnie! and your fan #0 and your honorary sibling! sending you a love letter every day so you can have a lovely day <з i've started my day with your letter again but didn't have an opportunity to answer it earlier( so it's (almost) night. as usual. you can bite my cheeks off if you want, they're too big anyway. and this just proves you're a sweet little kitten) i'm so honored to have a special place in your heart!! even for a name. 'give me a break i am not all knowing' SORRY my big brained sister TT i can give you a break from my asks if you want so... let me know if you need a break. or just ignore me. no better tell me to fuck off i can't stand being ignored. and you're not a meanie!! like not completely. maybe the littlest littlest bit. but it's ok. you're not an actual meanie. i'm not trying to insult you or anything i just don't know how to explain it TT no but really. everything's good. you're a cutie. 'you would have never guessed that' yes i've never thought about you studying music. it sounds really interesting! and ANY part is the part you can and should plug in your youtube channel!! 'suddenly i cant read' ok maybe i can't read too so i won't read.. something.. maybe... 'i will never let go first' hope IT's a promise at least TT 'I ALWAYS GET MY GUESSES FOR MY INTERNET FRIENDS RIGHT' well done but i did gave you some hints 'i hope i warm you from my side of the screen' yo do TT thank you TT bc it's actually -44° C outside.. you know it's not so warm... 'i dont think ur useless' thanks ig TT love you too<з 'i wont make them have a wedding just to spite you' you said you LOVED me and you lied again TT you're mean. mean to me and my poor heart. 'aemond would 100% try to keep that professional barrier' ooh poor baby he's too good for this dirty world 'i dont imagine yn as valyrian' i said 'valyrian' bc they only had a valyrian wedding and not the official one that makes them actually married in our world. so she's only his wife by valyrian standarts. 'im scared you’ll trick my baby bro' i still don't have siblings but i feel and for you not making any promises i'll gladly watch you writing 10 parts for the modern!daemon fic. you WILL put all the pieces back together i NEED you to put them back together! i'm still too young to have a broken heart for the rest of my life. like younger than you TT or i'll need to die earlier. you choose. my life depends on you. remember. make a wise choice. no but really. ok you can mess up with my heart. and i TRUST you, i believe you'll make it worthy bc i LOVE you. and you seem to not love me back TT and as a person who started watching doctor who from the 11th (yeah matt) doctor i'm just.. girl... look at him again... 'doctor who's too good for this world... it was my childhood crush but it is actually awesome. have a nice day/evening!! still love you <з

BESTIE HAHAHHHAHAHAHAH MY #0 FAN???? HAHAHAHAHAH WTF HAHAHHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH HELLO MY LOVE GOOD MORNING!!!! HAHAHHAHA

LOVE LETTER TIME

OK I JUST HAVE TO SAY AGAIN #0 FAN ASFGHAS;FHAS;FHASHFASHF THAT'S SO FUNNY IS IT COS SOMEONE SAID THEY WERE #1 YOU DECIDED TO ONE UP THEM HAHAHHAHAHA THAT'S SO FUNNY AND CUTE AND ANNOYINGLY ENDEARING HAHAHAHAAHAHAHH

yes yes my honorary sibling good morn i start my day with your letters and im luv u for it <3 its alright if you didn't get to answer my ask earlier but i am genuinely concerned your shaving off time from your sleep to respond to me ///: i think NOT slay i think boo tomato tomato tomato ):<

i will bite your cheeks off GRRR also ///: nothing is 'too big' there is a reason why something is the way it is i will CHEW YOUR HEAD OFF GRRRRRRRRRRRRR

you 100% have a special place in my heart <3 id have given you a more creative name but T_T RIP IM NOT THAT CREATIVE WITH NAMING THINGS HAHAHAHAHH

'give me a break i am not all knowing' SORRY my big brained sister TT i can give you a break from my asks if you want so... let me know if you need a break. or just ignore me. no better tell me to fuck off i can't stand being ignored.

[BREATHES FIRE] what tHE HECK IM NOT TIRED OF YOU WTF IS THAT IM SO MAD THAT YOU THINK THAT AND JUST SELF DESTRUCTED ON YOURSELF 😡😡😡 you dont have to apologize for that either. sorry is only meant for instances that you actually did something wrong and offended someone ///: and you have not done that ///: so YOU NEED TO STOP APOLOGIZING. why would i tell you to fuck off? please T_T dont let yourself to succumb to this mindset T_T trust me, trust me, trust me, if i didnt want to respond to you, i wouldnt have EVER put as much effort as i do in responding to you ///: girl. that's some clown shit right there. you mean to tell me in the times i said i love you to you you thought i was lying T_T LISTEN TO ME I WANT TO REPLY TO YOU

please the fact you think i dont want to makes me not want to T_T im so sad you think that T_T [i already know you're going to hyperfixate on this pls don't just take a deep breath and give yourself more credit if my love letters make you happy then you should acknowledge that yours make me happy. it's only fair]

and you're not a meanie!! like not completely. maybe the littlest littlest bit. but it's ok. you're not an actual meanie. i'm not trying to insult you or anything i just don't know how to explain it TT no but really. everything's good. you're a cutie.

IM A MINUTE MEANIE T_T I ACCEPT HAHAHHHAHAHHAH i get it it be like that. a cutie meanie RIP AAHHAHHAHAHAHH

'you would have never guessed that' yes i've never thought about you studying music. it sounds really interesting! and ANY part is the part you can and should plug in your youtube channel!!

lol HAAH i love music i want to change the world with music 😎 because music changed my world. ive actually been wanting to make some of my fic ideas into songs but im so much better at writing fics that producing songs atm so its kinda discouraging lol but im working on it!! i'll give you my yt link once i post another cover again (i havent in almost a year RIPPPPPPP im so fixated on making fics here AHAHAH)

'suddenly i cant read' ok maybe i can't read too so i won't read.. something.. maybe...

did you just threaten not to read the p3? HAHAHAHAH that's fine threats like this wont work on me because i know at least one person will read p3 and as sad as it is it wont be you im not threatened at all AHHAHAHHAHAHAahh

'i will never let go first' hope IT's a promise at least TT

i promise

I ALWAYS GET MY GUESSES FOR MY INTERNET FRIENDS RIGHT' well done but i did gave you some hints

🤨🤨🤨🤨 you think people without big brains could get hints i think not

'i hope i warm you from my side of the screen' yo do TT thank you TT bc it's actually -44° C outside.. you know it's not so warm...

HAHAHAHHAAH I WOULD DIE IF I WENT TO YOU IT SEEMS i have an electric fan open at night and feel so cold because of it

'i dont think ur useless' thanks ig TT love you too<з

): not the thanks ig

'i wont make them have a wedding just to spite you' you said you LOVED me and you lied again TT you're mean. mean to me and my poor heart.

yOU TRULY ARE TRHE ONLY CHILD part of having a sibling is annoying them endlessly ((((: now you know

'aemond would 100% try to keep that professional barrier' ooh poor baby he's too good for this dirty world

soooo true aemond my love T_T

'i dont imagine yn as valyrian' i said 'valyrian' bc they only had a valyrian wedding and not the official one that makes them actually married in our world. so she's only his wife by valyrian standarts.

ahhh i see yess yes this is true hihihihihihi

'im scared you’ll trick my baby bro' i still don't have siblings but i feel and for you not making any promises i'll gladly watch you writing 10 parts for the modern!daemon fic.

😩😩😩 not making promises AHHHAHHAHAHH i am not in the business of making promises i cannot keep so. HAHAHA im glad you'd read my 10 parts (if i ever make them LOLOL)

you WILL put all the pieces back together i NEED you to put them back together! i'm still too young to have a broken heart for the rest of my life. like younger than you TT or i'll need to die earlier. you choose. my life depends on you. remember. make a wise choice.

no promises fr lol. idk sometimes it things happen and it doesn't turn out the way you planned so. HAHAHAH ur so dramatic for 'im still too young to have a broken heart' AHHAHAAHA makes me want to stomp on it harder AHHAHAHAH i figured youre younger than me. you will not die earlier please dont joke about things like that. i will protect your heart always but not from my works AHHHAHHAH

no but really. ok you can mess up with my heart. and i TRUST you, i believe you'll make it worthy bc i LOVE you. and you seem to not love me back TT

im honored to have the 'u can mess with my heart' pass. i am humbled to have your trust. i lovE YOU TOO!!! WHAT PART OF THIS SHOWS YOU I DONT LOVE YOU IM JUST A CUTIE MEANIE REMEMBER !!!!!

and as a person who started watching doctor who from the 11th (yeah matt) doctor i'm just.. girl... look at him again... 'doctor who's too good for this world... it was my childhood crush but it is actually awesome. have a nice day/evening!! still love you <з

T_T ALL THESE PEOPLE TRYNA CONVINCE ME TO WATCH DOCTOR WHO YALL REALLY DONT CARE ABOUT MY MENTAL STABILITY HUH GOOD GRAVY WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF I ACTUALLY GO THROUGH WITH IT AND MAKE 100000 DOCTOR WHO FANFICS NOTHING WILL STOP ME FUCK OFF IM GOING TO SNAP AND GO INSANE FOR REALLLLL T_T

matt smith is also my crush/boyfriend/husband <3

i love youuuu <3

xxx

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Ask: The 27th of April, the Last (and Long) Part

Bonus Ask:

[Stately Wayne Manor]

Jason: *helping Alfred clear out the dinner table* You think we should’ve asked Harley to stay for dinner? 

Alfred: If you wished to see Master Bruce’s hair turn to grey as you ate dessert, I don’t see why not.

Jason: *burps loudly and fans his breath away* Whoops. Sorry, Alf. Just my way of complimenting your cooking.

Alfred: *carrying the dishes to the kitchen* Then perhaps you should come here more often, Master Jason.

Jason: *following Alfred* I'd rather not cause any trouble.

Alfred: *stops in his tracks and turns to face Jason with a stern expression* And you don't think it troubles me that you feel unwelcome here?

Jason: *takes the dishes from Alfred’s hands, sets them on the kitchen island, and pulls him in for a hug* Alf, hey... I didn’t mean it like that. I know you guys care about me, it’s just...

Alfred: *sobbing into Jason's shirt* We've already lost you once... Once is enough, Jason...

Jason: *tightens the hug and gently plants a kiss on top of Alfred’s head* I know, I know... I'm back, Alf. I'm back.

>>> *** <<<

Dick and Barbara: *sitting on the carpeted floor in the study, enjoying the heat from the fireplace in front of them, going through a stack of photo albums*

Dick: *smiling fondly* Wow, these are old-old.... I should probably scan them before they crumble to pieces.

Dick: *stops at a page and points at a picture of Bruce and Jason on a boat, smiling, and holding up a tuna* Check this out, Babs... Aw, I love this one. I had a few days off from work, decided to spend it here. Somehow Jason convinced Bruce to take break from himself and go fishing.  

Dick: *talking animatedly* So, there we are on Bruce’s huge fishing boat, the Bat-2-Sea -- And Jason’s starting to get seasick because he’s been hanging out by the edge, waiting for a bite for hours -- The persistence on that kid! --  And he finally gets one! A big one, Babs -- *spreads his arms* -- and it was pulling down hard like you wouldn’t believe, but Jason just wouldn’t let go! -- So Bruce drops the glass of wine he’s holding and runs to grab him --

Barbara: What were you doing?

Dick: Who do you think took the picture? As I was saying -- Bruce, he -- he -- *starts to laugh so hard that he tears up* trips over Jason’s line somehow and falls into the ocean! *slapping-the-floor laughing* The World’s Greatest Detective, in his Batwaders, drenched like a wet bird... *sighs happily* You should’ve seen his face!

Barbara: *turns the page* Oh, I can see it now. Still stone-faced, but wet.

Barbara: *stops at a page and giggles* Aw... Will you look at that?

Dick: *looks at the photo Babs is pointing at and chuckles softly* That’s adorable. 

Barbara: Those scaly leotards fit him better than they ever did you, Boy Wonder.

Dick: *smirks* Whatever. But I have to admit, he did look great. He looked really... happy. I wish... I wish I saw more of him in action, you know? *voice breaking* I could’ve maybe trained him the way I did Tim and Damian --

Barbara: *rubs his back comfortingly* Dick...

Jason: *walks into the study* Dickie, I took some of your --

Dick: *clears his throat and wipes his eyes haphazardly* Hey, Little Wing!

Jason: Wait, are those our old family photos?

Barbara: *pats the empty spot beside her* C'mere.

Jason: *sits down and rubs his hands together* Where’s the one where Bruce goes kersplat in the ocean?

Jason: *flips through the pages and grimaces at his photos as Robin* You're not gonna use these to blackmail me, are you?

>>> *** <<<

Duke: *watches as his RPG character explodes for the fifth time in a row and shakes his head* You beat me again! You're so good at this game, man.

Jason: *snorts and puts his controller down* Dude, you weren't even trying. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were letting me win.

Duke: What? Naaaah... That's... Come on, why would I do that?

Jason: *gets up and shrugs, grinning knowingly* I dunno... 'Cause you like seeing me alive?

Duke: Yeah. It’s pretty awesome, actually.

Jason: *offers to bump fists* I gotta pack up. Good game, though. See you around, bro.

Duke: *exploding-fist-bumps with Jason* You too, bro.

Jason: *pats Ace the Bathound’s head as he exits the game room*

>>> *** <<<

Steph: *examining Jason’s face* You look really pale.

Cass: *pointing at various spots on his face* And you have a lot of... scars.

Jason: *sitting on a stool in front of Cass’s vanity dresser, staring at himself in the mirror and absentmindedly running a finger over the shirt-covered scar on his chest* Yeah? That bad, huh?

Steph: *grins* Nothing a little makeup can’t fix.

Jason: *rubbing his chin* You think so? I mean, I just came here to borrow a few weapons from Cass, but if you think I need a makeover...

Steph and Cass: *look at each other and squeal in delight*

>>> *** <<<

Tim: And this *holding up a minuscule gadget between his fingers for Jason to see* generates a force field over your entire body. The more the impact, the greater the energy generated. Schway, huh?

Jason: *nodding his head appreciatively as he takes the gadget and sticks it on the lapel of his leather jacket* Schway.

Tim: *proudly shows Jason a Bat-shaped breastplate * Now, this -- You're gonna love this -- It can turn you invisible to the naked eye for roughly 34.5 seconds, giving you time to do all kinds of offensive or defensive stuff. They won’t know what hit them, Jay. You’re basically gonna be invincible and Joker... Joker, he’s... he’s not... not gonna... *drops the breastplate unceremoniously* 

Jason: *places a hand on Tim’s shoulder* Thank you, Timbo. Really. But I'll be fine out there. You don't have to worry about me.

Tim: Yeah? Can you promise me that? Because I don’t think I can live through another one of Bruce's meltdowns.

Jason: *chuckles softly* Aren't they the best?

>>> *** <<<

Jason: *staring at an empty grave layered with concrete in the backyard*

Jason: *rolls his eyes* I know you're there.

Bruce: *comes out of the shadows and stands next to Jason*

Jason: Why'd you keep it?

Bruce: Because I'm a sentimental old fool.

Jason: This is just... creepy. Even for you.

Bruce and Jason: *stare at the empty grave in silence*

Jason: I've forgiven you.

Bruce: *glances at Jason, who could’ve sworn his adoptive father’s eyes were bloodshot* 

Jason: You know that, don’t you? I mean, I know we’re always going to disagree about Jok-- about him, and a few other things, but... You’ll always be family, Bruce. My family. 

Bruce: *looks at Jason, smiling wearily*

Jason: *grinning back at Bruce*

Bruce: *puts an arm around Jason’s shoulder* Thank you... Son.

Jason: *pulls Bruce in for a tight hug*

Bruce and Jason: ... 

Jason: Hey, remember that time you went kersplat in the ocean?

>>> *** <<<

Damian: *knocks softly on Jason's bedroom door* Todd.

Jason: *stuffing a duffel bag with clothes, homemade snacks, and weapons* Hey, kid, come in. I’m just getting my stuff ready --

Damian: These came from Mother. *drops a pile of books on Jason’s old desk*

Jason: *picking one after the other up excitedly* Tolstoy, Machiavelli, Sun Tzu, Shakespeare, Marx... No way... 

Damian: They’ve been with me for a while. But since you rarely come over, they’ve been collecting dust and taking up valuable space in my room. -Tt-

Jason: *wiping the dust off with his shirt and hugging each one* She kept them... These were my friends back when I was in the League... 

Damian: I didn’t realize we had more in common than just being my Father’s sons.

Jason: Wow. I have no idea how I’m supposed to bring all of these home. I mean, I got here on roller blades, for Bat’s sake -- 

Damian: *thrusts a piece of paper into Jason’s chest* This is for you.

Jason: *gingerly uncrumples it, revealing a painting of him and Damian*

Jason: *reading the writing in calligraphy underneath* “The Second Chance Robins”... *looks at Damian, feeling the tears well up in his eyes* You made this?

Damian: *looking down at his feet* When it’s my day... M-my d-day... Will you come over, too?

Jason: *gets down on bended knee to be at eye level with his little brother* Hey, buddy, look at me. Damian, look at me. Of course. Listen, we’ll do whatever you want. We’ll, um... We’ll take bad guys down together! Pull pranks on Tim! You name it, I got you.

Damian: Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Todd.

Jason: I promise that I’ll do my best, okay?

Damian: You could stay the night, you know. You’re home anyway.

Jason: *ruffles Damian’s hair and grins* I'd like that. As long as you hang out here with me. And I promise I won't tell anybody because it'll ruin our reputation.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

If truth be told, @wingedskyes​ , Jason makes himself available on his Death Day. Because even if neither he nor his family and friends mention it, he knows that they need him just as much as he needs them.

Thank you for this Ask. It was both fun and just a tad bit heartbreaking to write. 

And thank you, @warrior-of-the-blue-moon​ , for the nice addition. 

See: Part 1, Part 2