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afro-hispwriter · 2 years

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Bruce meets your family

The Batman 2022

warnings- nothing

Taglist- @blueaconite @cursedandromedablack @philiasoul @a-little-disguised @pop-rocks-and-skittles @xingqiusliegee @lana-isabelle @dopeqff

^sorry if i missed you^

It all started when your mom gave you call about a family get together. And since you haven't seen your family since moving to Gotham 6 years ago, you agreed.

"And bring your rich white man, I need to meet him." You heard her laugh on the other end which made you smiled.

"I will try mama, but he is stubborn as hell."

"So are you, but I know you will get him over here." You say your goodbyes and hang up.

"What was that about?" You hear Bruce say behind you.

"Oh uh, my family is having a get together Saturday and they invited me and I said yes." You set your phone down on the island counter and walked to the fridge. "And they want you to come." Bruce scratches his eyebrow and shakes his head.

"I cant leave the city."

"I know I'm just saying you got invited, my family really wants to meet you." You grab a soda can and shut the fridge and grabbed your phone again. "I'm going to book my plane ticket, let me know if you change your mind." You walk past him and leave the kitchen area leaving him in his thoughts.

"So how many people are in your family."

"A lot." You say and grab your suitcase.

"Are you sure I shouldn't get anything?"

"Babe stop stressing it, you aren't even going meet everyone until tomorrow, today is just my father, mother, my brother and sister." You tell him and he nods.

"I should at least get flowers for your mother or what's your fathers favorite drink? Or what does your sister like? ." He says and you face palm.

"Babe you're kinda late for that, they're the ones picking us up." You say and grab his hand to lead him to the exit. You both didn't have to worry about being recognized since not many people put here know Bruce's face. You called your mother to find out where they were until you heard a honk. You family was waving at you and you waved back and started bouncing up and down. "Bruce its them."

The car pulled up beside you and Bruce and your mother jumped out.

"Oh my baby." she says and brings her arms tightly around your body. She looked up to see Bruce standing there awkwardly. She let you go and went to Bruce and your dad went to hug you."And you must be Bruce Wayne, the man who stole my daughters heart." She then goes and brings Bruce into a big hug. "Ooo." She squeezes Bruce's biceps and looks back at you with a smirk.

"Woman get off him." You hear your dad behind you and run to your mom to pull her away from Bruce. You giggle at the scene then feel a tap on your shoulder.

"So you're just not going to say hi to me." Your little sister, Erica, says with her hands on her hips.

"Wow I see you still have your attitude." You say bluntly before pulling her in for a hug, you pulled away from the hug so you could properly introduce Bruce to everyone, but your father was already speaking to him. You rushed to Bruce's side and grabbed his arm and smiled up at him.

"Dad this is my boyfriend Bruce-" Your dad cut you off.

"I know who he is, Bruce Wayne, the billionaire playboy philanthropist."

"Sir I'm not a playboy at all, never have been, your daughter is the only one." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close. Your dad glared at him but his face softens when your mother placed her hand soothingly on his back.

"You kids hungry?" You and Bruce nod.

"Oh thank god, I've been starving since we left the house." All you turn your heads to see Erica already in the car. You all laugh and Bruce and your father grab the bags to place them in the back of the mini van. Everyone settled in and the drive home started, your parents were bombarding Bruce with questions and you were worried he would be uncomfortable but he answered the questions with no problem.

The car pulled into the drive way and you grabbed Bruce's hand tightly.

"All right kids we're here." Your mom says and unclicks her seatbelt. "Y/n, you and Bruce have your old room and I going to heat up dinner."

"Yes ma'am." You say and open the door of the car and Bruce follows as you exit. Bruce grabbed the bags and handed a few to you then followed to enter the house. Bruce looked at the decorations.

It felt like a true home, safe.

"Bruce come on." You peak from behind a corner and wave him towards you. He followed you through the hallway until you stopped at a door, you opened it and dropped your bags at the entrance. "So this is my room." Bruce looked around until a poster on your wall surprised him.

"Playboy posters?" He asks amused and you punch his arm playfully.

"Hey those girls are hot." You say and cock an eyebrow and Bruce throws hus hands up defensibly.

"Hey im not complaining." He says and flickers his eyes to the poster and you look at him in shock.

"Stop looking and her boobs." You pout and stand in front of the poster.

"Im just messing with you." He says and grabs your arms and tugs you onto your bed so you sat on his lap. "Id much rather stare at yours." He pulls your shirt up just abobe your bra so he can shove his face between your boobs.

"Bruce stop." You say and push his head away and he flops on the bed dramatically. You lean over him and place your hands on his chest and look into his eyes. Bruce takes his bottom lip in between teeth and rested his hands on your hips before sliding them up your shirt and going around to squeeze your boobs through the bra.

"Fuck." He says and pushes his hips up and you gasp at the feeling of his growing erection through his sweatpants.

"Already baby." You coo and push your hips down making him groan. You went down to capture his lips in a kiss when the door burst open, making you fly off his lap and Bruce grab a pillow to place over his lap.

"Moms been calling you for the past 5 minutes, she wants your butt down there." Erica says pointing down to the kitchen with her thumb and walks out. You look at Bruce then place a hand on your mouth,

"That didn't just happen."

"Imagine she walked in a few minutes later." He says and takes a deep breath and you laugh. It was nice to hear him say something humorous.

"Ya, well we better get down there before they start yelling."

Dinner went as smooth as it could. Everyone had their own little conversations, you looked so happy and Bruce noticed that. He smiled at you and you smiled back.

"I missed this, I missed you guys." You announce and felt your chest fill up with emotions. Your mom pouted then reached to take your hand.

"We've missed you too baby.' She says and you nod, Bruce notices you are about to cry and places a hand on your thigh and rubs It soothingly.

"You ok." He asks and you nod. A few tears escape your eyes and you chuckle

"Oh god this is embarrassing." You say but your father shakes his head.

"No its not, its ok to feel this way."

"Ya, ya whatever I missed you too." Erica says and you smiled widely and hugged her, as she was sitting next to you.

Dinner was over and you and Bruce helped clean up before heading up the stairs. Bruce plopped down on the bed and watched you walk around the bed to your side.

"I like your family." He says and opens an arm to wrap around your shoulders.

"Can't wait for you to meet the rest of them." You say and kissed his neck.

"Lets hope they treat you well." You says and smirked at him. "We better go to sleep, have to wake up early." Bruce kissed your head and stood up to grab the blanket.

"Night pretty girl."

Bruce felt the sun shine on his face making him squint and turn his head the other way. He covered his eyes with his hand and thought you were next to him but when he curled his arm, he felt nobody. He shot up from bed and looked at the side clock.

11:57 a.m

He heard clanging in the kitchen and furrowed his eyebrows. He jumped out of the bed and once he opens the door he was hit with the sweet aroma of food. His stomach growled and his legs were already moving. Once he reached the kitchen he stopped, you and your mother were cooking and it smelled delicious.

You looked up from the counter and saw Bruce standing there.

"Good morning babe, or really good afternoon." You say and walk over to him to kiss his cheek. "You Hungry? "His stomach growled loudly confirming your question.

"It smells good." He says and you take his hand to the counter.

"Alright Bruce." starts your mother and hands him a plate. "There's some leftover Bacon and eggs, and we made a bowl of mac and cheese." Bruce looked at everything and couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Ill take it all." He says and your mom laughs.

"Go ahead." Bruce started preparing his plate and could barley contain his hunger. He sat down and devoured his plate. You smiled at seeing him eat a full plate, since he never does because of his nightly activities. "Where is your dad?"

"Went to help my uncles set up tables and stuff." You say and he nods. "Ma the party starts at 3 right?" You ask her and sit next to Bruce.

"Yes but we need to be there earlier since we a lot of food." You nod and kiss Bruce's cheek.

"I guess ill go ahead a shower to start getting ready."

"Wait for me." He says and wipes his mouth. He grabs his plate and places it in the sink, he goes to grab the sponge but your mother swats his hands.

"Go get ready." She says and pushes him away with her hip.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes go." Bruce then sped off after you.

"That's disgusting." Says Erica as she watches Bruce run to the bathroom.

His knee was bouncing rapidly in the car, you rested your hand on it and rubbed it soothingly.

"Everything's going to be ok." You whisper to him and he nods trying to believe you. The car pulled to a stop and Bruce opened the door and let you get out first. Letting his eyes look at your ass in the sundress you decided to wear. He hopped out of the car and grabbed the mac and cheese foil tray. You then grabbed the bowl of salad and held a hand out for Bruce to grab. You walked hand in hand to the backyard, since there were so many cars you assumed lots of people were already there.

"Y/N!" They say you before you say them. You were then swarmed by family making Bruce let your hand go as they all hug you.

"How have you been?"

"So happy you're here."

"We've missed you."

Bruce watched from afar and had a small smile on his face. You locked eyes and you held a hand out to him. He adjusted the tray onto an arm and grabbed your hand, you pulled him in tightly and Bruce suddenly felt shy at the feeling of all the eyes on him, he just isn't used to it.

"This is Bruce, my boyfriend." You introduce him and he smiles,

"Oh he's cute." Your cousin says and you roll your eyes. Your grandmother came up to him and grabbed the tray from his arms and looked him up and down.

"Ooo girl." She says and walks away. The little kids came up to him and looked up.

"He's so tall."

"He's like a giant."

Bruce was still in shock at all the friendly attention he was getting. You reached up on the palls of your feet up to his ear.

“They already love you.”

The rest of the day was everyone catching up with you and asking Bruce questions. Your grandmother(s) tried to make Bruce eat constantly, saying that be was too skinny and needed more food. Your uncles were skeptical about him at first because of his money but when they found out he knows how to build the conversations flew.

Your aunts tried to get you to tell them about the sex.

“That tall muscular sexy white man has to be a beast in the bed.” They would say and you would feel the embarrassment flood your body. You just ignored them and watched Bruce as the little cousins would hold onto his long legs or try and hang on his arms.

It was a rare sight, he was smiling so much and actually seemed to be enjoying himself. You were happy he was getting along with your family. Bruce was out of breath when he sat next to you.

“Those kids really wore me out.” He huffed and grabs your drink to take a sip.

“You’re good with them.” You say and give him a knowing glance. He didn’t look back at you but he licked his lips and tried to keep a smile down.

“I really like your family, we should come by more often.” He says and his words brought a smile to your face.

“Really?” He nodded. “I was so worries you weren’t going to enjoy it, but I saw you with everyone, you looked so happy and relaxed and that just made me so happy.” Bruce smiled and grabbed your hand in his.

“Im happy you’re happy.” He starting leaning forward to kiss you but his eyes flickered away from you. “Here comes your grandma to try and get me to eat another plate.” You look back to see your grandma waking to the two of you with a full plate, you turn back to Bruce with an amused smile and shrugged.

“Hey at least you’re eating.”

A/n- i had no clue how to end this

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #robert pattinson x black!reader #battinson x reader

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palant1r · 1 year

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Between light and mikami, who would u say is worse

ooo interesting question! "worst" is a metric with such a wide variety of interpretations, so i'm gonna put forward a few definitions...

Least fun to hang out with at a party: Mikami, no doubt. He's the most boring person alive. Light is a charismatic person who's very good at acting personable and feigning interest in others, so I feel like he'd be a pretty fun acquaintance to have, even if he never lets anyone beneath the surface

Least fun to actually be close friends with, at least for me: Light. It would be like being friends with an incredibly sophisticated chatbot — all the right responses, but you can't get a peek at what actually makes him tick without a 400 IQ and 3 separate terminal degrees, plus years of hannibal-level psychoanalysis. But I could be friends with Mikami. I'm actually a bit of a law nerd — the kind of person who got tickets to a conference about public document requests for fun — so while we wouldn't be able to make small talk, I feel like once we got to know each other we could have some autistic ass conversations about court precedent. Also I could use a gym buddy.

Most net negative impact on the world: I mean, Light, obviously

Most pleasure taken in atrocities: Light. Mikami doesn't actually seem to take much personal pleasure in killing beyond his worship of Kira. Light, meanwhile, despite his self-justification of just wanting to make a good world, looooves to vindictively gloat over victims, even those that aren't those he thinks of as "criminals." See: L, Raye Penber, Near

Least coherent moral code: Mikami. His moral code is just like. Some religion he duct taped together out of a bunch of coincidences and terminal cop brain, plus a heavy dose of inexplicable cultural christianity despite not being culturally christian. Which makes it all the more baffling that he's apparently able to hold coherent conversations about politics. Light's own situation may be a middle schooler's first introduction to deontology and consequentalism, but at least it's something

Most aggravating moral code: Light. Man, I fucking hate the way this guy thinks about the world, because it's eerily similar to shit I see IRL. It's the idea of a moral code that exists fully to justify oneself as Good, cruelty justified through hatred of a so-called "evil," assuming that bad people are an ontological class that can be eliminated with no consequences and society will improve as a result. There are people who deadass believe this shit. I've compared Light tongue-in-cheek to Republicans in a fic before, but honestly I see it in leftist spaces all the time — just replace "criminals" with "billionaires." Hating the "bad people" and wanting them gone is such a convenient way for people to deny systemic injustice and their own role in it. And of course, as long as one defines oneself as "good," one gives themself free rein to eliminate opposition with righteous vindication. It's a mindset that's not unique to Light Yagami, he's just unique in the power he wields to enact it. It's the reason that, while as a Light Yagami Enjoyer I would never judge someone for loving Light Yagami, I tend to side-eye the side of the fandom that unironically argues Kira was right. I need to cut myself off before I go on my full anti-Kira rant...

Worst in bed: I'm not entirely confident Mikami knows what sex is.

Worst at being Kira: Light, by default — it was his own damn fault they lost, though he tried to blame Mikami. Hell, if he hadn't insisted on gloating in the warehouse, he might even have talked his way out of that situation. After all, it made sense for him to be the owner — someone in the task force had to be, and I'm pretty sure it's actually a plot hole that Mikami could see Aizawa's name. It wouldn't have convinced the SPK and Aizawa, but it would have given Ide and Mogi hesitation and Matsuda would certainly have been convinced. "But Mikami should have checked the notebook again before coming to the warehouse and it's stupid that he didn't—" HE WAS BEING CONTROLLED OK I 100% THINK MATSUDA IS RIGHT ABOUT THIS because otherwise both near and mikami's characters are assassinated in the final chapter more brutally than JFK and i do have a bit of respect for O&O as writers lmao. Mikami played his part perfectly. If he'd been the one to find the first notebook, I think he would have lasted longer than Light, simply because he wouldn't decide to do all the galaxy brain plays to get close to L.

#death note #ask #light yagami #teru mikami

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ceilingfan5 · 2 years

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🛒blupped jeans!

“So we’re, you know, two grown adult scientists,” Barry says, staring into the refrigerator. He could easily make a list of the things that are inside. It would not be a long list. “You’re even a really good cook.”

“Ya-huh,” Lup says, not looking up from the delicate Jenga-fication of the shit making their dining room table unusable. They’ve had three living room floor picnics in a row. Honestly it’s been nice to have dinner with her so…consecutively. “What’s the flattery for?” She slips with one of their bills, and the whole tower comes down, squashing a brown bag that might or might not have some kind of specimen in it. “Balls.”

“Not balls, no, not that I’m opposed,” Barry says thoughtfully, squatting, like maybe his perspective on the empty fridge is the problem.

Itemized list:

Pickles

Mustard

Kimchi that might be super, super expired, like chew through tires expired

Four kinds of energy drinks (should he list those separately? What kind of taxonomy is he working with here?)

One slice of ham

Limp zucchini, singular

The freezer is not much of an improvement:

Freezer burnt Ben and Jerry’s

Frozen meal Lup won’t eat (x4)

Slice of wedding cake (what’s the tradition supposed to be? Barry can’t remember and he’s too afraid to ask)

Shredded cheese

“We could make…ham…chos. Ham nachos. For one.”

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Lup winces, looking up from her playful disaster mess. “Like, bad bad?”

“Well, we still have… mustard…zucchini…bull. It gives you wings, but you’ll regret it.”

She laughs, and walks over to wraps her arms around his middle. She peers over his shoulder and sighs. “It’s time, isn’t it?”

He nods gravely.

It’s Saturday, and the grocery store parking lot is packed, and both of them can smell impending doom like a tragedy at the comically large vat of acid factory.

“We can do this,” Lup says. “Definitely,” Barry agrees. “We’ve got like, 5 degrees between us.”

“Five and three quarters.”

“We even have a list this time. And it doesn’t just say ‘Food’.”

“In and out. Just, just enough for two weeks of meals. We don’t have to feed an army. And we only need a few treats.”

“Minimal, reasonable amount of treats,” Barry echoes.

“We’re hot and smart and in love and this Safe-Way cannot defeat us.”

It’s one hell of a rallying cry, but does Lup immediately take the cart on a joy ride when they get inside? Of course. Does Barry overanalyze the produce to the point of overwhelm? If lottery tickets were that predictable, you could call them billionaires. Do they get three kinds of chips? Well, Barry mentioned nachos. It was unavoidable.

Sure, by the time they get to the checkout, they know they’ve done a disaster problem. And they’re going to hurt for it. But also, they’re winded and red in the face from laughing and kissing between the aisles, and they’ve held hands to the point of the cart crashing into shelves at least three times, and Lup didn’t panic about food security and Barry didn’t wimp out and order pizza for the umpteenth time and they can afford it, and everything is okay. Good, even.

“Every little moment with you is a sweet adventure,” he murmurs, kissing her hand. He’s still holding it tight.

“Gross,” Lup says, after giggling so hard she snorted, red and freckled as a strawberry. “What are you, in love with me or something?”

“Yeah,” Barry says. “Bag our fifteen kinds of chips so we can leave this beastly den of fluorescent lights.”

#blupjeans #blupjeans fic #taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #thanks!#lup adventure zone #lup adventurezone #lup taaco #barry bluejeans

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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The Modern Au

Placeholder title until i can come up with a better one lol

Mostly for @thegreatdragonfruta a continuation of sorts to the one shot, Business School

Gif by @crackshipandcrap

For reference pato is a nickname for people named Patricio and also teh word for duck (the creature)

“My family says we can’t have their blessing unless you meet them.”

Those were the words that had led him to surprise his fiancé with first class tickets to Mexico City. His company was doing great now that Eva was on board. With imports and exports now formally added to the family bookmaking business, Tommy could splurge for a romantic getaway for two.

“I need to warn you, the whole family will be there ---well, the ones who are still alive anyways,” Eva said after she managed to get them a private jet because her family were expecting them.

She was nervous, he was the first guy she ever brought home, Eva had admitted when her answer to his surprise had been running away to avoid throwing up on the floor.

"Your family must really love your granny." He said when she told how many people were going to her grandmother's ninetieth birthday party.

“That too.” She said and kept it at that.

Her granny was a billionaire who inherited a small shipping company and turned it into an empire by the time she retired and handed it over to her children.

Had ten children, only six remained alive. Amongst the list of dead children was Eva’s mother.

Eva had been left an orphan at sixteen and been raised by her uncle Patricio until she left Mexico. She adored her uncle and she wanted his approval because she felt like she couldn’t marry without it.

“You took off your ring.” He points out, hiding his fears of what that could mean.

Didn’t help that the salt and pepper diamond had his brothers and Polly asking why did he get his fiancé a dirty looking diamond.

Did she hate it? He had a feeling she had lied when she said it was perfect last week when he proposed.

“If the flight attendant sees it, she’ll tell the pilot who will tell my uncle that we got engaged without their permission. Tio Pato is the head of the family, if he’s not on board with us, then no one is.” She explained as she led him to the luxurious bedroom to freshen up.

Eva had convinced him that the company jet was the perfect place to ‘celebrate’ their engagement. Join the mile high club in style, she said when she had stolen the company jet.

Thomas knew Patricio ‘Pato’ Riley.

He supplied the ships for the contraband he and his brothers were moving across the Atlantic. Brilliant Cheng supplied the drugs, Alfie Solomons the illegal booze and the Shelby’s were the muscle and the key of getting it across the Atlantic. They were the key because they covered for Jack Smith and Patricio Riley.

Tommy knew there was no way in hell the Duck would let him marry Eva. Eva who has no idea that the uncle she believed so great and so upright was a drug lord.

Even worse Eva who has no idea Tommy’s past as a gangster wasn’t exactly in the past.

He’s tried to tell her, but the timing has never been right. He’s never lied to her about anything else, just this.

“We could always elope, love.” He helps himself to the fine liquors and watched his witch change out of her designer dress.

“We haven’t even left England and you are already wanting to run.” His witch teased him, turning to kiss him the second she slipped out of her dress, not bothering to change into anything else. “You’ll be wishing you had listened to me about going to Cancun before our holiday is up.”

“How bad could it be, Evie?” he is tempting fate and he knows it.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #oc fanfiction #peaky blinder fanfic

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terrence-silver · 1 year

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I should really be getting some rest before I start work in four hours but I'm too busy watching the movie 2012. I can't help but think of what would Terry do in a situation like that. Would he spend 1 billion euros per person for him and beloved or would he decide to just "end it" on his own terms and take beloved with him?

Dynatox patents an Arc all of their own in case of a cataclysmic event.

Which is very ironic, because you can consider companies like are partially, if not very responsible for any and all end of the world scenarios due to the sheer amount of pollution and environmental catastrophes they're behind globally. They create the illness and the design the antidote too, profiting off of both in equal measure. And hypocrisy of all hypocrisies, Terry Silver seems like the type of man who would have his own way to escape disaster he's slightly behind and has been for decades, always equipped with a plan B. C. D. and E and simply too hellbent on being in control and on top of things to leave the situation up to chance, and too much of an egoist to share an escape Arc with anyone else even though he can entirely pay for whatever obnoxiously expansive ticket that requires. No. Terry Silver travels in big style, not crammed up in tightly confined space, like a sardine in a can. The literal Apocalypse might be happening in the wider world, but Terry wants his own dojo, his own private gym, pool, sauna, his collection of cars, weapons, thirty five master bedrooms, eighteen bathrooms, his suits and wardrobe, Michelin star chefs, maids, cleaners and the whole nine yards. Naturally, there's the added controversy and outrage behind fact that one American tycoon and Billionaire designed his own Arc covertly, which he selfishly enough houses with literally just himself, John Kreese, whether John Kreese wants to or not, because he sees this as repaying his Captain for Vietnam --- a life for a life and he'd rather see the world burn that leave him behind --- Terry's staff, the crew manning his state of the art submarine, his riches and nobody else.

And beloved, of course.

Someone he might actually name the Arc after.

He and whoever he chooses (which are only individuals he specifically likes --- or maybe those he absolutely loathes so he can have a pastime out of hunting them for sport on that very Arc), playing god in the situation, are very likely to survive the end of the world, because he is willing to trample over actual corpses to make it out okay and survive by any means necessary. He does too. Cobra Kai never dies, after all. He's been through one hell before in Vietnam and lived and he'll live again. Maybe, once everything clears down, humanity starts emerging and re-establishing the remnants of civilization on the ruins of what was left behind, Terry can play himself off as a kind benefactor who was so very charitable and selfless with his Arc, but alas, so many of his passengers died under mysterious circumstances. Oh, the grief.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #2012 #crossover #apocalypse #end of the world #john kreese #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #have a good rest anon #for when you choose to sleep #dynatox

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fagqueer · 10 months

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girlie no one cares about the sub victims, they got a one way ticket to turbo hell, i promise, and if the media you're consuming is somehow glorifying them where are you getting your media? cos the world news sure is not pulling punches on this one? 14 year old on tumblr teens that think being mean to billionaires is not moral are not a major media outlet...

#I don't even like enjoy major media #like nytimes eat shit and die #but also lmao #i wish tumblr users a very interface with the real world #bbc world news is notoriously biases #and is going off on how the greek costguard not only failed but may have deliberately causes the boat to sink #like please i beg of you #interact with media #personalig

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years

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Title: For The Greater Good.

Commissioned by the very lovely, very patient @meri47.

Pairing: Yandere!Batman x F. Reader (DC).

Word Count: 2.5k.

TW: Implied Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Physical and Emotional Abuse, Codependence, Slight Infantilization, Mentions of Blood/Violence.

You used to pass the Wayne Manor every day, twice a day. For your commute.

You never really thought about it. You were a transplant in Gotham, an outsider who never quite made yourself into anything but an outside, but it was cheaper to live outside of the city, and safer, and you didn’t mind the drive, a little over an hour, mostly on roads devoid of all other signs of life and tunnels with bright yellow lights and dirty grey tiles. You liked how quiet it was, considered it a break before the bumper-to-bumper traffic, and you liked the Wayne Manor, too, tall and sprawling, distorted by acres of trees and foliage but no less imposing for its distance. You liked the way it glowed at night, how welcoming it seemed compared to your tiny, run-down apartment.

Imagining what it looked like beyond the gates, inside of those ancient brick walls, was one of your guiltier pleasures, but you’d always written it off as a harmless fantasy, a meaningless daydream. You never thought you’d actually get to step across its threshold, to be allowed to explore all of the winding halls and dust-covered, forgotten rooms you were sure it had. You never thought you’d actually be invited inside, much less find the confidence or the time to accept that invitation.

You never thought you’d have to fight so hard just to leave, again.

You were bleeding. You could feel it, dripping down your arms, over your hands, staining the shards of glass still stuck in your fist, your forearm, your bicep. The cuts hurt, stung, burnt, but the adrenaline dulled the pain, and you’d gotten used to swallowing this kind of thing, blocking it out until you had time to take care of the lesions properly. You should go to the hospital, after this, have professionals note down every scar, every scrape, every lasting injury, but you pushed down the temptation, smothering it before it could manage to rise to the surface. Hospitals were public, loud, crowded, and more often than not, funded with generous donations made by some fabricated branch of Wayne Enterprises. You were better off spending as little time in Gotham as possible, finding a city he didn’t have such a vice-grip on and looking for help, there.

It was all you could do to give yourself the small luxury of pulling over, taking momentary refuge in a near-empty parking lot on the outskirts of the city. It was one of Bruce’s cars, the keys stolen from the pocket of a jacket one of his pet-projects had been careless enough to leave where you could get your hands on it, but you tried to ignore the polished leather, the symbols on the dashboard you didn’t recognize, focusing on your arm, instead, on picking out the more noticeable shards while you thought about what you had to do, next. You should’ve taken cash, too, enough to buy a plane ticket, or enough gas to get you over the state line. You didn’t have family in Gotham, but you had friends, here or there, some close enough to maybe, maybe, maybe believe you, if you made up a lie that didn’t involve billionaires and obsessive fixations. Something with an abusive ex-boyfriend, or…

You heard something, in the background. Footsteps, almost too light to be human, then a slow, quiet hissing.

You had a hand on the gearshift and a foot on the gas by the time the door swung open, something latching onto your hair, dragging you out of the car entirely and onto the cement, below.

“What the hell were you thinking?” It was Dick’s voice. You would’ve known it anywhere, despite the harsh, stifled whisper he’d taken on. He sounded angry, which made sense. You’d lied, destroyed property, stolen a car. You’d tried to run away, and he hadn’t been able to stop you. Not for a few hours, at least. Not quickly enough to deny it ever happened. “Do you know how worried he is? Do you know what his expression looked like when he found your fucking blood smeared across the floor? Alfred’s still trying to convince him that you’re not dead in a fucking ditch.”

You didn’t respond, only leaning back, keeping your eyes shut. They’d slashed your tires, obviously, so the car wasn’t an option anymore. In a small, insignificant way, it reminded you of how you’d first met Bruce, of the tire spikes you hadn’t noticed as you drove by his estate and the hour and a half you’d spent in his parlor, waiting for a tow-truck as he sheepishly apologized for his youngest son’s newest hobby. He’d paid for the replacements, and for the dress you’d worn to the gala he’d invited you to – a charity function, he’d promised, nothing too formal, nothing you’d feel out of place at. A charity gala you'd attended, as Bruce's friend. Only ever as Bruce's friend.

There’d been so many gifts, back then, jewelry and clothes and rent paid months in advance, invitations disguised as suggestions, presents you were too starry-eyed to turn down. You’d been greedy, charmed by the idea of opulence. The staring had started later on, then the soft, lingering touches, then the hidden cameras, scattered around your apartment. While you were still allowed to stay in your apartment.

Dick might’ve known. He probably had. He was the closest to Bruce, aside from Alfred, and you knew they tended to confide in each other. You wondered if he helped, installed security systems, slipped something into your drink the night you stepped into Wayne Manor and failed to leave. You wondered if they all had something to do with it, some minor role in your captivity.

“Save it. We’re better off getting her home and saving the lecture for Bruce.”

Or not.

You doubted Tim would get himself wrapped up in all this, if he had a choice.

“The others can only play damage control for so long. The sooner we get back and prove that she hasn’t been kidnapped, or hurt, or murdered, the less clean-up we’ll have to do while Bruce calms down.” Tim, always the voice of reason. He'd always been more sympathetic than Dick, more likely to let you get away with small things, disabled security cameras and walks in the garden and hiding yourself away in dark, unused guest-rooms, tucking yourself into the smallest corner you could find while Bruce called your name, on the other side of the estate. He was willing to acknowledge that you were miserable, even if he refused to act on it, even if you doubted there was any amount of sympathy that would force him to look the other way and let you escape. You doubted he’d be the one to buckle underneath it, if there was. “Getting her back to Bruce is our first and only priority. He probably has Barbara working on another microchip, by now.”

You perked up, at that, opening your eyes. “Another?”

“Keep your mouth shut,” Dick snapped. He’d caught you in one of your hiding spots, once. You couldn’t remember what he’d said to you, what he muttered before he turned around and shut the door, again. Something about ‘not doing that where Bruce might find you’. You’d found better places to hide, after that. “Why should we? We’ve been through this so many times. We keep doing this, and she’s not getting more cooperative, and he just keeps getting worse—” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep, exasperated groan. “This isn’t what we’re supposed to be doing. This isn’t making anything better.”

“It’s making Bruce better.” Tim, always the voice of reason. “This isn’t what any of us want, but you’ve gotta remember how bad it was before we had (Y/n). He was pulling himself in too many directions, and the stress was getting to him. He was losing it, Dick. He has something to focus on, like this. He can hold himself together, if he has something to focus on.”

“I know that. I know that.” Another groan. There was a storefront, a few hundred feet away. It was dark, clearly closed, but there might’ve been an employee inside, a stranger waiting for the strange men in strange costumes to leave before they locked up. If you let Dick groan himself to death, you might be able to make a run for it. “But, there’s a difference between starting a new hobby and kidnapping a civilian.”

That caught you off-guard. It was a numb sense of shock, but it was there, somewhere inside of your chest, a slight pang followed by a steady, pulsing ache. It’d be better, if he didn’t care. It’d be better, if none of them genuinely thought what they were doing was wrong.

It made you feel less guilty about refusing to fall into line, if you could tell yourself they didn’t feel any guilt about trying to force you to.

“You don’t have to help.” It came out quieter than you meant it to, muttered under your breath. You half-expected one of them to tell you to shut up, to glare or move on with their own conversation and ignore you completely, but Dick looked away, and Tim sighed, and you took that as a sign to go on. “I could get away, on my own. You don’t need to buy me a train ticket, or break me out yourself, just…” You nodded towards the car, made dysfunctional by a dagger with a bat-shaped hilt, still embedded in one of the back tires. “You could just not do this.”

Tim frowned. “We’d still be letting you escape.”

“You would be.” You moved to stand, to push yourself to your feet, but Dick shot you a warning look and you settled for crossing your legs, preserving as much dignity as you could. “But, it's better than forcing me to go back, right?”

Dick, this time, back to staring at the pavement. “Bruce would be inconsolable.”

“For a few weeks. A few months, maybe.” You let your head lull to the side. “He’d find someone else, eventually. Someone who doesn’t mind being locked in a bedroom and spanked when they misbehave.”

“Does he actually…?”

“Do you honestly want me to answer that?’

Neither of them responded.

They were quiet, for a few seconds. Tim broke the silence first, but even that was hesitant, reluctant, his mouth opening long before he anything made it off his tongue. You’d never noticed how young he was, before – Dick, too, even if he was taller and stronger than you’d ever be. Younger than you, probably. Too young to have to deal with this, on his own. “He cares about you,” Tim said, and Dick nodded absent-mindedly. As if it was something they’d already discussed, something they’d already agreed on. “He wants to keep you safe. Would it really be so bad to just…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can’t you just let him?”

You thought about the last time you’d tried to escape, about the week you’d spent handcuffed to your bed, afterward, only ever allowed as far as the en-suite bathroom, and even then, under strict surveillance. You hadn’t been allowed to see Dick, or Tim, or anyone aside from Bruce, pale and paranoid, desperate to know you hadn’t managed to get yourself killed in the handful of hours he’d been away from you. He’d been quieter than he usually was, more prone to holding you in his lap, against his chest, to burying his face in your neck and muttering about villains and criminals and big, bad things that could get to you, if you ever left him, if he ever let you leave him. He’d been angrier, when you said that he was the only big, bad thing that’d ever hurt you. He'd done things to you that he'd never done before. Things you couldn't let yourself go back to.

“He doesn’t treat me like he treats the rest of you.” Hands on your hips, on your chest, around your throat. You’d been gone for longer, this time, gotten farther. He’d be worse, when you got back. “I can’t live like that. I can’t just hope and pray it’ll get better, if I play along.”

“No need to be such a pessimist, angelface.”

You jerked forward, clenching your fists at your side. Tim didn’t react, but Dick crossed his arms, straightening his back. Regaining a fraction of his confidence, if only for the sake of appearances. “You’re late.”

“Had to lose Damian,” Jason said, coming into view, his voice muffled by his mask and a silver pistol already in his hand. “He wanted to help, but I managed to shake him off. I thought the adults deserved a chance to talk.”

“We just finished.” Any doubt he might’ve had was gone, now, replaced with an even tone, an expression so impassive, it was hard for you to believe he’d been on the brink of a breakdown only minutes ago. “She says she won’t stop trying to get away. All we can really do is take her home and let Bruce decide what he wants to do with her.”

“And, let me guess, you know this because you asked her?”

“What else are we supposed to do?” Now, the agitation was back, but it was barely a shadow of what it’d been before. A glimpse at the pure, unfiltered exhaustion he must’ve been used to neglecting, by now. “Not all of us are willing to hospitalize our problems, Jason.”

“Hey, nobody wants it to get that ugly. I wouldn’t suggest anything Alfred couldn’t fix. But, if she tries to run, and we’re afraid she might actually get away, or worse, get herself hurt…” He gestured vaguely with his pistol, and you felt yourself go cold. “I’m sure Bruce won’t blame us for making sure she can't. As long as we bring her home in one piece.”

“What?” Your vision blurred, panic overriding your sense of caution. “You’re going to shoot me?”

“Just your legs. I’ll aim for the tendons, try to make it clean.” He shrugged, and you felt something start to claw at your throat. “Unless one of the batboys want to do it.”

Tim shook his head. Dick remained still.

Until you tried to move, at least, to stand, to run, and he caught your wrists, forcing you back down. Holding you there, while Jason cocked his gun and positioned himself in front of your thrashing legs.

You tried to curse them out, to yell, but Tim stopped you, covering your mouth with one hand and resting the other on your shoulder, like he was trying to calm you down. Like he was trying to comfort you. “It’s not that bad. I’ve been shot, before - all of us have, and usually by Jason, too! In a few hours, you’ll forget it’s even there.”

You screamed into his palm, the noise muffled but no less desperate. Tim only looked away, a smile drawn tight across his lips, pretending he hadn’t heard anything at all.

“It’ll heal,” He tried, instead. “It will heal, won’t it, guys?”

Neither of them said anything, for a moment. For a long, silent, painful moment.

Then, Dick scoffed. "Better hope it doesn't."

There were gunshots, too close, too loud, and suddenly, you couldn't hear anything at all.

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Prisoner's Game Pt. 4 (Rowaelin)

THANK YALL FOR BEING PATIENT I AM SO SORRY

Parts 1 \ 2 \ 3

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Journal Entry #2000

Sometimes I think it wouldn't be so bad to die.

To leave this island forever and not have to worry about being discovered anymore.

I wasn't always this macabre, but two thousand days of checking over my shoulder and wishing for a man's murder has dulled the wishful excitement I felt when I first got here.

Five years ago, I was grateful to even be alive.

I couldn't believe a stranger give up everything for me and the others--couldn't believe she'd agree to fight this battle because of my decision.

I have to actually remind myself to still be grateful to her, if I'm being honest.

Because sometimes I think about that night all those years ago, when she showed up in the darkest part of the night to kill me. When she'd held the knife with a trembling hand and told me that the price for betraying Arobynn Hamel was my life. When we discovered together that she couldn't bring herself to kill me.

Sometimes I think it would be better if she would've just done it.

At least it would've been over.

At least I wouldn't have to spend years on an island, living the same day over and over again. I think that's what's driving me mad, beyond anything else.

The predictability of my time.

Every day, I follow the same routine. The routine she laid out for me in a hushed whisper.

I wake up and go to the small café a mile down the road to watch the news. And every day, I pray to see Arobynn Hamel's face next to to the words, "Breaking news: billionaire crime boss found dead."

Because that was her only stipulation.

That the ten of us would stay on the island, hidden from sight, until news of his death was announced. In exchange, we got to live.

She'd warned me it would take a long time.

She'd told me to not get complacent.

And then she'd whispered what she planned to do.

Even now, over five years later, the words she'd whispered while shoving a plane ticket and a new passport into my hands were crystal clear.

"The devil isn't going to go down easy."

~Aelin~

The shaft of her recently-fashioned shiv was cold in her hand as she silently grabbed it from under her pillow.

The soft clink of the bars shutting again told her whoever had just snuck in her cell was now locked in with her.

Unfortunate for them.

She wasn't afforded the luxury of a clock, but she knew it was the middle of the night. Normal visiting hours were far over. There was no one here but the bored night guards, four janitorial staff, and rows and rows of sleeping inmates.

And the idiot trying to sneak up behind her bed.

She kept her eyes closed as she listened to the quiet steps walk closer and closer. Right when she was about to turn around and attack, they stopped.

Then the weirdest thing happened. It sounded like whoever it was slid down the wall directly across from her bed.

A killer wouldn't do that.

Curiosity piqued, Aelin turned her head to see who and what was going on.

It was dark in the cell, but she'd recognize that shock of silver hair anywhere.

"Rowan?" she whispered, so quietly she almost didn't even hear herself. "What are you doing here?"

He didn't respond, but the way his muscles tensed told her he'd heard her.

Slowly, she sat up so she could see him better and maybe figure out what was going on.

For the first time in a long time, he looked less than perfect. Far less than it, actually.

His hair was going every possible direction, like he'd been running hands through it and pulling on it. He was wearing a gray t-shirt, rumpled dress slacks, and tennishoes that weren't even tied.

But that wasn't what worried her most. It was the way he was sitting completely still and silent.

He didn't even look like he was breathing.

"Hey," she tried again. "What's going on? Look at me."

Another few heartbeats passed, and then he slowly shook his head.

"Please, Rowan. Just look at me."

He winced, like hearing her say his name physically hurt him.

And then his head came up.

Deep green eyes met hers, and even though it was what she'd wanted, what she'd needed, Aelin instantly wished he'd look away.

Because with one look, she knew he'd figured it out.

He knew, and the pain and turmoil in his eyes... she'd put that there.

She'd seen him angry and sad and happy and everything in between, but she'd never seen him, or anyone else, look so broken.

He looked completely and utterly broken as he sat before her.

"Rowan," she whispered, shaking her head even though she didn't know why.

He bowed his head again, seemingly unable to even look at her.

"Ro," she whispered, dropping to her knees in front of him.

Almost like the old nickname broke something inside him, Rowan's shoulders started to shake.

And then he sobbed.

It was the kind of sob that couldn't possibly be held in. The kind that made her heart clench and tears brew in her own eyes, the kind that told her how much pain he was in.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she put a hand on his arm. He shook off the touch like it burned him and looked up at her again.

"I ruined your life," he croaked, the tears on his face reeking of self-hatred. "I ruined your life."

She shook her head. "No, you didn't."

Anger bled into his tone. "I put you in prison for eight years for murdering people who aren't even fucking dead, Aelin. I didn't listen to you, didn't look hard enough. I've had the clues you left me for eight years. We were in love, and I didn't even try hard enough to... I... please explain to me how I didn't ruin your life."

"You did not ruin my life, Rowan," she told him again, meaning every word.

"Eight years of your life, gone because of me. I don't even understand how you can look at me." He huffed a laugh, but he was far from amused. "No wonder you hate me."

His chest was heaving, his hands were in fists, and his stubble-crested jaw was damp with tears.

And she'd thought he hadn't cared.

Aelin felt like a fool--a horrible, stupid fool--for ever doubting him. For thinking him indignant.

Because this was technically what she'd wanted. What she'd planned to happen.

She'd wanted it to hurt, had wanted him to feel an ounce of what she'd felt when he'd led the case against her.

But it wasn't what she wanted anymore.

Moving slowly, Aelin crawled onto his lap, put her hands on the side of his face, and lifted his gaze to hers while she said, "Arobynn Hamel ruined my life, not you."

He shook his head, breathing heavily. "No-"

She cut him off by wrapping herself around him.

Like she was trying to heal physical wounds, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his head to her chest. She sank into him until there wasn't an inch of space between them. Her hands wandered over his back as she held him tight to her.

He was stiffer than a board at first, but eventually he sagged against her, wrapping his arms around her in return.

It was like he was drowning in the sea, and she was the only thing preventing him from being swept away. He shook, his entire body trembling, and his arms became a vice around her.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered after a moment.

She shook her head, but it didn't matter. He said it again, and again, and again, until his voice was hoarse and broken.

Aelin ran her hands over his back slowly, and just held him as pain he'd felt for eight years seemed to reach a crest.

Eventually he stopped crying and just laid against her, warm breath fanning across her collarbone.

"I'm so sorry, Aelin," he whispered yet again.

"Please stop saying that. None of this is your fault. You aren't the reason I'm in prison."

"Yes, I am," he insisted, shifting beneath her. "But I'm getting you out right now."

He looked up, eyes bright with new-found purpose, and wiped the tears off his cheeks like they were distracting him.

"What?"

He nodded quickly. "We can bring those people back, and you can get your life back. I know it's not the same, and I know I can't get you these years back, but-"

"No."

He paused. "No?"

She shook her head. "I can't leave yet."

"Leave? What the hell does that mean?"

"It means I still have shit to do here. I'm not leaving before it's done."

His eyes narrowed. "You're acting like this is a hotel, not a high-security prison. And what do you even mean?"

Aelin had the good sense to feel a little guilty as she slowly got to her feet and walked to the wall at the back of the cell. A few well-placed taps later, it swung open.

Rowan's mouth dropped open, then closed, then repeated the whole routine like he couldn't decide what to say first.

He apparently figured it out, because it opened again so he accuse, "I knew you were robbing me! Where the fuck is my bed?"

She sighed and rubbed her temples. "That's what you care about right now? Seriously?"

He grumbled something as he got to his feet and leaned into the makeshift doorway in the wall.

It took him a few moments to examine the ladder leading down to the tunnel, and then he straightened and looked at her again with a mixture of confusion, awe, and understanding on his face.

"You've been sneaking out this whole time."

She nodded.

Most of her escapes had been in the past six months, but she'd occasionally left in the years before to check on something or track down a lead.

"You beat up your roommate so they'd put you back in solitary."

Aelin nodded again.

"But how did you know they'd bring you to this cell?"

A small smile pulled on her lips. "Look again," she told him, gesturing towards the open brick door.

He stuck his head in the hole again and couldn't stifle his surprised intake of breath as he saw the other ladders.

He came back in the cell, and the expression on his face made her bite her lip to hold back a smile. "You... you tunneled into prison?"

"Into every solitary cell," she confirmed.

"When? Why?"

"One of my old jobs for Arobynn was to break a client of his out of solitary. I knew which cell he was in, but... getting locked up is kind of a right of passage for my former career, so I figured I'd plan ahead and give myself a way out, should I ever need it." She smiled. "Hamel never could figure out how I did it, so it's safe for me to use now."

Rowan spent a long moment looking at her. "That's... genius."

"I tend to be," she agreed.

They were both silent for a minute, then he said, "You need to tell me everything. Enough of both of us wasting time assuming what the other is thinking. We need to get everything out in the open, and we need to do it now."

Aelin nodded, knowing it was true.

It was time to either finally trust him or kill him, and just the thought of the latter made something inside of her twist so hard she felt nauseous.

She nodded to the tunnel, not wanting to have the following conversation overheard by any prying ears. He nodded and followed her down, closing the door behind him.

When she knew they were alone, she started to explain.

"Maddison Kliff, my first so-called victim, funded her campaign for senator with money from Arobynn Hamel."

Rowan's eyebrows went up in surprise, but he nodded for her continue.

"He gave it to her, with the caveat that when she won, she'd vote against renewable energy for Rifthold. He has millions in oil, so when she did the exact opposite and voted for the green plan that switched the city to 70% electric, he took a pretty hard hit." She took a deep breath. "The day after the vote, I got my orders to kill her."

His jaw clenched.

"I went that night, thinking I could do it. Thinking I'd get it over with and never think about it again. I snuck in her townhouse and had everything set up." She let out a laugh. "But then I realized my deal with Arobynn covered ten of Sam's jobs. If I killed Maddison, and did a good enough job of it to get away with it, I knew he'd put nine more names on the list."

"So you didn't do it," Rowan said, like he already knew but needed to hear her say it.

"So I didn't do it."

Aelin ran a hand through her hair, starting to pace. "I ran. And then I went back the next night with a suitcase, a new ID for her, and a plan."

"Why Aruba?" he asked.

"I'd done all that research for our trip," she said, a pang of sadness shooting through her at the memory of planning their first vacation together. "I didn't have time to research another place. And I never told you, but the house I wanted us to rent? You kind of... own it."

"I own a house in Aruba," he repeated slowly, his tone making it clear he didn't understand.

She rolled her eyes at his tone. "Arobynn might be a bastard I'd love to put in a grave, but he paid me well. I was eighteen and didn't know what else to do with the money. So I bought a house."

"In Aruba. In my name."

She nodded. "No one can trace it back to you. It's hidden in an off-shore corporation, owed by another off-shore corporation, but technically, yes, you're the owner. It was going to be your Christmas present."

"You bought me a house," his lips twitched. "For a Christmas present."

"I was in love with you," she muttered. Then pointed out, "My lack of shopping impulse control really isn't the point of the story."

He rolled his eyes, still fighting a grin at her antics. "Please continue."

"Right. So I sent her to the house in Aruba and told her to stay at the house with anyone else he wanted me to kill. I told her to not say a word to anyone besides those people, and that I'd be forced to actually kill her if she did. If Arobynn finds out they're alive, he'll send someone for me."

She explained the list next. "He requires proof of all completed jobs, so I kept the "murder weapons" and made sure the crime scenes had enough blood to indicate the person couldn't still be alive. It was mostly fake, but I took just enough blood from each of the victims and mixed it in to make it realistic enough to fool DNA scanners. Then I put the weapons in storage lockers he owns and wrote the numbers down so I wouldn't forget them."

Rowan nodded, most certainly remembering that part.

He was doing a good job of hiding his emotions, but she still saw how heavily this all weighed on him.

Everything he'd been feeling for eight years was hitting him at once, and while explanation made sense, it probably didn't make him feel any better about the role he'd played in all of this.

He confirmed it by asking, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He asked it almost casually, but she didn't miss the pain he couldn't keep from seeping into his voice.

"I wanted to," she breathed. "Gods, I wanted to. I know now you investigated before giving the list to the cops, but to me, it looked like you found it and just turned me in. You never asked me. And you looked at me... you looked at me like you thought I was guilty. I knew you wouldn't believe me."

Rowan went quiet, regret and shame coming off of him in waves so thick she almost choked on it.

"How is all of this going to play out?" he asked, seemingly trying to force himself to think about something else. "And what do you have to do that you need to be in prison for?"

She hesitated, suddenly not wanting to tell him.

Not out of a lack of trust, but because if she told him... he'd realize she's guilty of the crime she's in prison for. He might go back to hating her, back to thinking her a horrible person.

And she just got him back.

She's pulled from her thoughts when he reaches a hand out, slowly gripping her jaw to tilt her face to his.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said, the words final.

Of course he knew what she was thinking just from looking at her face. He always was a little too astute.

A part of Aelin wanted to put on a brave face and act like that wasn't exactly what she'd been worrying about, but a bigger part wanted him. Wanted him to see that even after all this time, she needed him.

So she forced down the witty jokes and sultry smiles she usually used as ways to hide her vulnerability and looked up at him.

"Promise?"

He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. "I promise, Aelin."

His hand was still on her face, and he leaned in until his forehead rested against hers. "I'm never going to leave you again. I'm so... I'm so fucking sorry I did in the first place. I should've come to you, or at least listened when you told me you were innocent."

"I'm sorry I thought you didn't fight for me," she said back. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

They'd both done things they regretted, but Aelin knew that now, no matter what, he was telling the truth. He wasn't going to leave her.

The knowledge felt like a weight lifting off her shoulders, and just to lighten the mood, she whispered, "And I'm sorry I stole your bed."

He pulled back to glare at her. "You're going to explain one day how you even pulled that off. But I'd like the answer to my other question first."

Aelin took a step back and ran a hand through her hair.

"Arobynn Hamel dying is the endgame, Rowan. I have to stay in prison so I can kill him and have an alibi no one will question."

He paused, and for a moment, her fears skyrocketed, so she rushed to explain, "As long as he's alive, those people have to be in hiding and I have to look like I killed them. Once he's dead, I can bring them back without worrying Arobynn will kill them. Or me."

He gave her a strange look, but she spoke before he could, explaining, "It's why I've been in prison for so long. I would've killed him and ended it years ago, but I only found him a couple months ago. He's been in hiding ever since I was locked up, because the FBI knew I was one of his and started looking for him."

"Okay, but Aelin-"

She cut him off. "I know it's insane and not at all ideal, but I need you to leave me in here. Just until he's dead, and then it's over."

He stepped forward and grabs her shoulders, shaking her slightly.

And then he did the weirdest thing.

He smiled.

"What the hell do you look happy about?" she demanded. "I'm being serious-"

It was his turn to interrupt her. "Aelin, if that's the stipulation, you're already free."

Unease drifted through her stomach. "What do you mean?"

"I mean he's already dead."

Shock rushed through her so fast and thoroughly, her vision swam and she swayed in his grip. "What... what did you just say?"

"That's why I came today, now. I actually figured out you were innocent two days ago, but I wasn't going to come until I could tell you with certainty I was getting you out, and I knew you couldn't bring everyone back without risking your life. I've spent the past 48 hours planning a jailbreak and a way to sneak you to somewhere the US doesn't have extradition."

He grinned again. "But then it was announced on the 11 o'clock news tonight that he died last week of pneumonia complications. His family kept it private because they wanted a small funeral, but he's dead, Aelin."

Still feeling the weight of shock, she argued, "He's not dead."

"But he is."

"No," she insisted, pushing away from him and starting to pace again. "He can't be dead."

His face softened at the panic in her voice. "Aelin, I know you wanted it to be you, but-"

"No, Rowan, you don't understand. I mean he cannot physically be dead, because I haven't finished killing him!"

It was his turn to be shocked.

"What do you mean you haven't finished killing him?"

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I've been poisoning him since the day I figured out where he holes up. Turns out he has kidney problems and goes in once a week for dialysis. I show up and add a little... extra to his medication. The last time I went was less than a week ago, and while he might have been sick, he most definitely was still alive."

Besides that, what were the odds that Rowan figured out her "victims" were still alive, and just two days later Arobynn croaks?

It would be one hell of a coincidence, and Aelin learned long ago to not believe in those.

His eyes went wide. "What? You mean he faked his death? Why the hell would he do that?"

"Because," she said slowly, dread forming like a lead ball in her stomach as she realized what this meant for her, for the ten people whose lives she'd traded her freedom for. "I told Maddison and the others to wait for news of his death before coming back. I told them that until he was dead, they weren't safe."

She shook her head, whispering, "I told them to watch the news."

Rowan realized what she was saying and cursed.

"He knows."

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ | Planning The Trip

Part One of my "Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™" headcanon series

Includes: (The Whole Gang) Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson

Word Count: 3.9k

Relationships: The Avengers x F!Reader, Ambiguous; just how we like it ;)

Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ Master List

→The whole idea starts when the team is lounging at the compound doing regular™ team things

→A.K.A Wanda, y/n, Pietro, and Vision are in a pile on one of the couches cuddling, Clint and Nat are across the room playing pool, Bucky is making ramen in the kitchen, Steve is trying to convince Bucky to add an egg or something for more protein, Bruce and Stephen are talking neuroscience and bickering over techniques of spinal fluid something, Thor and Loki are fighting over the remote before Loki finally rolls his eyes and picks up the book y/n had left on the coffee table, Sam is asleep on the floor, and Tony is just tired

→In the madness though he picks up on the conversation happening between the four people on the couch

→“You’ve never been to Disney World?”

→Three rounds of “no” “nope” “I’ve only had a body for a year, y/n. When would I have gone to Disney World?”

→”Okay, yeah, good point, Vis. But y’all would love it. I haven’t been since high school but I want to go again so bad. We need a vacation.”

→Tony doesn’t even stick around to hear the rest, he’s already walking away while speaking to FRIDAY, telling her start pulling up the Disney site and analyzing it, disappearing to his lab and using all of his monitors to compare the resorts and try to decide where to stay that everyone would like (and where they would all fit because there’s too many of them)

→It doesn’t take him long to realize they’re going to need large accommodations

→Bruce is the first to notice that he’s gone, sneaking into the lab and scaring the hell out of Tony

→“Whatcha’ doing?”

→“Ah shit-- Bruce! How are you so quiet?”

→And then he points to the seven open listings on the monitors and explains that the team needs a break and that he heard y/n talking about Disney World and that he wants to surprise the team-- Bruce agrees immediately (the man is always in need of relaxation)-- and that’s how the team’s geek squad ends up playing Disney Dad #1 and Disney Dad #2 and planning the most extravagant vacation in less than three hours

→They have it down to a science after the first twenty minutes-- dividing what needs to be done and tackling it individually while bouncing ideas off one another

→“Do you think they want to eat at Beauty and The Beast Castle or Ariel’s Grotto the second night?” “I’m not sure-- book them both.” “Tony we can’t--” “FRIDAY, book them both.” “You got it Mr. Stark.”

→There’s a lot of Bruce wondering if what they’re booking is too expensive and even more of Tony reminding him that he’s a literal billionaire and that he could buy the Disney company if he wanted to-- that still doesn’t stop Bruce from suggesting more frugal methods from time to time-- it only makes Tony want to spend even more money because you need to lighten up, Banner

→The next person who realizes Tony and Bruce are gone is-- surprisingly-- Sam

→Honestly it’s only because he has to pass Tony’s lab on the way back from his room and he sticks his head in to tell them that “Romanoff and Barton ordered pizza if y’all want any… holy crap is that Disney World? Are we going to Dis--”

→Tony literally grabs him by the collar and tells him to hush it, birdman before pulling him into the room and explaining his plans for the second time-- “Yes, we are going to Disney World and I want it to be a surprise.”

→Sam just nods, his eyes on the screen and his brows beginning to push down and-- “Okay but why are you booking dinner at Mickey’s Backyard Barbecue on the same day that you have fast passes for World of Color at Epcot?”

→And Tony and Bruce blink and are just like “What?”

→And Sam is already at the computer, fingers stuttering over the weird ass hoverscreens while pulling up the page which shows that the World of Color has a whole ass dining experience-- Tony and Bruce have no clue that was even a thing-- and suddenly Sam is the one telling them what to plan because, as it turns out, this man loves Disney World and has been upwards of thirteen times and knows it inside and out

→Thank gods for Sam because these two Disney Dads™ were really shooting blindly into the abyss of trip planning without ever having gone to Disney World-- he has to shift around fast passes, dining reservations, water park tickets, and even the family portrait session that Tony demanded Bruce add

→He shows them all the things they don’t even think to plan-- firework shows, dessert parties, literally all of Downtown Disney-- Tony wants to be mad but he’s too busy picking his jaw up off the floor when Sam manages to book them for an After Dark Party in Magic Kingdom

→Bruce gets so excited when Sam tells him that’s a thing that he almost gives the plan away when Natasha comes rushing to see what all the noise is (it’s Banner jumping up and down like a toddler) -- he has to rush to the doorway, make up a lie about him dropping a piece of equipment, and then walk her back to the common area and play a round of pool with her to keep her questions at bay

→It’s all fine because Sam puts the final touches on the plan and has Tony give the order for FRIDAY to book it all and then it’s ready to tell the team

→They sneak back into the common area, it’s nine pm and everyone just looks so worn out

→Stephen is literally half way to snoring, legs curled under him on the love seat, doing that thing people do when they’re falling asleep and their head slumps and then they spring back awake, repeating the process an embarrassing amount of times but nobody’s even paying attention

→Steve and Bucky are talking quietly in the corners about whether or not they should just go to sleep because it’s Thursday and there’s really no point in staying up any longer

→Clint and Thor are sharing a bag of popcorn and half watching John Wick while discussing the inaccuracies of the movie-- “If he had a bow none of this would have happened.” “Or a hammer.” “Yeah, that too.”

→Yeah, they’re exhausted, and it makes the Disney Dads™ and Sam that much more excited to share the news

→Sam’s twiddling his hands behind his back and sharing smiles with Banner who’s trying to keep his excitement at bay and Tony is rolling his eyes but smiling too and for a moment nobody notices their cheshire grins and nervous foot tapping until finally y/n lifts her head from Pietro’s chest-- who complains at the action and lifts his head too-- and lazily asks

→“Tones, what on earth are you smiling about?”

→And the man opens his mouth but before he can even get the words out Bruce and Sam are already jumping up and down again and screaming “We’re going to Disney World!”

→And the room goes dead silent for three beats-- one, two, three-- and it feels like a million seconds and Tony’s face is dropping slowly and he’s ready to be like sike and then she jumps up, literally stepping on Pietro’s stomach, hurtling the back of the couch like a damn track star and rushing the man at full force, flinging herself at him and jumping into his arms and there are tears streaming down her face and she’s screaming

→“Tony you didn’t! Oh my gods you didn’t! You’re lying oh my god no! Are you serious?”

→And he’s nodding but he still can’t get a word in edgewise because she’s still rambling-- “You heard me oh my gods! You heard me and you did it! Tony that’s insane and reckless and oh my god I love you! Are we actually going? This isn’t a trick? Please don’t let this be a trick!”

→And he just laughs and spins her around and tells her that no, this isn’t a trick I’m not the mischief god here and Loki rolls his eyes but he’s also kind of excited despite the frown on his face

→They’re all excited

→Pietro and Wanda and screaming with Sam, slapping each other and just full on freaking out like children, incoherent and happy and raring to just go already

→In turn this wakes Stephen up who hears the madness and jumps up, on edge and ready to literally fight before he realizes what’s going on and calmly sits back down, nodding his head but not speaking because if this literal grown man opens his mouth he knows he’s going to freak out too because holy shit Disney World-- even sorcerers like Disney!

→Steve and Bucky are kind of confused-- they just barely remember Snow White when it came out but Disney World? They made a-- what is it? A theme park? Regardless they’re excited, ready to break the old men lull they’ve fallen into-- Bucky hears y/n ask if Tony booked water park tickets and gets super excited

→Vision is also confused but he sees everyone getting turnt over Disney World and decides that he is also excited-- Wanda momentarily stops being hyped up to ask him if he’s waterproof in which he goes into explicit detail about how yes, he is and he’ll show her if she’d like and she has to slap her hands over his mouth and tell him to hush

→Thor and Clint also turn into children but they’re the run around the room yelling types as opposed to the stand in a circle and scream types-- the gang is apparently just like fifteen children who barely manage to get things done apparently because they’re all hyped as fuck

→Clint sprints over to Nat whose hands are already up, ready to fight the man off because she knows what’s coming, but he’s too fast and too happy and uses all his assassin training to dodge her kick, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around until she’s giggling and slapping his back

→“Natty we’re going to fucking Disney World!”

→“I know you lug, I heard Stark too. Let me down!”

→He doesn’t-- he just shakes her harder, cheering with the rest of them

→Thor slumps down next to his brother, nudging his shoulder-- “Migardians are strange”-- and Loki nods but pulls out his phone and starts looking up what’s actually at Disney World and-- “Look, brother, our home… wait is that us?”-- and the brothers get sucked into a rabbit hole of the Norwegian pavilion and whatever the hell the Frozen ride is and why their pictures are there

→It takes thirty minutes for everyone to calm down enough for them to actually have a conversation about what on earth Tony and Bruce and Sam did-- it takes another ten minutes after that for Stephen to finally break through the chatter to ask the most important question-- “Guys, seriously. You can ask about the plans after. The main question here is when are we going.”

→And Tony glances at Bruce and shrugs and is like “Tomorrow.”

→And they all erupt again-- y/n and Wanda because they have to pack and Stephen because normal people don’t just up and go on Vacation, you’re supposed to make time and Clint and Pietro because holy shit we’re going to Disney tomorrow!-- but Tony just brushes the worry off and reminds them-- again-- that they’re superheroes and that he’s a billionaire and that they can go on vacation whenever they damn want

→Cue fifteen more minutes of freaking out and y/n tackling Tony and then tackling Bruce and then, finally, tackling Sam who scoops her up and all but tosses her in the air before thanking her profusely for putting the idea in Tony’s brain

→They spend the next few minutes fangirling together-- Sam raves about all the food he’s going to eat-- Mickey bars, corn dogs, pretzels, those huge turkey legs-- and y/n talks about how she wants to get all the autographs she can-- especially Goofy and Pluto-- and then Sam mentions the After Dark Party and, like Bruce, she freaks out

→Finally Wanda has to split them up, grabbing y/n with one hand and hauling her over to the other redhead who’s still being held hostage by the resident archer and grabbing Nat with the other-- when Clint protests she curls her fingers, warning him with a pinch of red magic, and he holds his hands up, backing away slowly but telling Nat she’d better come see him before they leave

→On the way out Steve asks where they’re going and Wanda almost threatens him too until Nat tells him they’re going to pack for tomorrow-- he then turns to Bucky and reiterates the idea to a less than enthusiastic super soldier who tries to argue that I can pack in the morning but Steve just isn’t having it-- it takes five minutes but finally Buck agrees (but only after Steve says Bucky can just throw his stuff in his bag)

→The girls spend the rest of the night giggling and packing, holding up dresses and putting them down, shoving things in each other's bags and dancing to a playlist of oldies from Wanda’s phone-- Nat is the most boring packer but after some threats to get resident archer involved she gets her act together

→Pietro comes in when he’s done and Wanda scoffs at what he has packed but he only shrugs, slumping on y/n’s bed and giving her grabby hands until she rejoins him

→“But Pietro what if I forget something?”

→“You worry too much-- can’t Stange make portals?” He has a point

→What they all pack:

→Tony: Suits and graphic t-shirts. He’s either rolling up to Disney World in a Metallica t-shirt or a full three piece suit there’s no inbetween. He’s really not concerned about packing-- he can just buy whatever he needs there. After a text from y/n though he throws in a few pairs of shorts that he didn't even know he owned and his M.I.T. hoodie. He tops it off with a few gadgets he thinks he might need-- FRIDAY’s chip and some nanotech-- and he’s good to go. Billionaires don’t need to pack.

→Steve: Clothes and toiletries. Boring, basic, forgets swim trunks until he sees Bucky put his swim trunks and nothing else into Steve’s bag. That’s how he remembers most things actually; by looking at what Bucky doesn’t put into the bag. Along the way he suggests what the super soldier might want to pack while adding a few extra of his own just in case. After thinking about it for a few minutes he adds two books-- one for each of them. He also adds some tools-- a screwdriver and some pliers-- in case Bucky’s arm starts acting up. He’s sure Stark will have something but in case he doesn't, those will hold it over.

→Bucky: Swim trunks. And, when Steve begs, he grumbles and adds a few button downs and henleys. He also sneaks in a few knives, burying them in the henleys. He watches Steve pack for him though and leaves it at that-- what’s the point of packing when the super soldier can just do it for him? He’s not stupid-- he’s tired and Steve is fussy. He’ll have what he needs and if he doesn’t then he’ll just make y/n go swimming with him. Then he won’t need anything. Easy peasy.

→Nat: She’s the most level headed packer of the bunch, spare maybe Bruce and Sam. She Packs what she’ll need-- not too much and not too little. If anything she packs too many of Clint’s hoodies (three). Part of that, though, is her knowing that he’s probably going to forget one. She packs her normal toiletries, making sure to add an extra stick of deodorant and a bottle of Wanda’s red nail polish because-- despite the fact that she spends an hour watching Wanda pack her entire room-- she just knows that the woman forgot a bottle of that stuff and that she’ll be upset if her nails look chipped in the pictures. Wanda and y/n make her pack a bikini despite the fact that she has two scars from Bucky still and they threaten to get Clint involved if she tries to refuse-- “I suggest you put that little black number in that bag right now unless you want some aggressive compliments, you hear me woman?” She didn’t have to be told twice.

→Clint: Not as much as he should. Never as much as he should. He packs boxers, a pair of swim trunks, a few regular shirts and shorts (not enough), a couple nice shirts and a pair of jeans, and his toiletries. He’s gone longer with less but-- like-- he doesn’t have to this time? Nat walks into his room as he finishes packing and takes one look at his bag before marching to his closet and adding a hat, a pair of sunglasses, a jacket, a pair of sweatpants, and socks because who the hell doesn’t pack socks when they’re going to be walking around for days, how the hell are you an accomplished assassin Clint?

→Wanda: She literally packs as much as she can-- think the essentials times three and then some, like five different dresses, two leather jackets (even though y/n reminds her that Orlando is hot), her laptop and her ipad, two pairs of headphones. She has a notebook, a sketch book, and a regular book. Six bikinis and a one-piece. Three hats, four pairs of sunglasses, enough panties to last a month, let alone a week. She packs heels, boots, sneakers, flats, and sandals. Two purses and a backpack. Wanda Maximoff is the epitome of team mom-- anything Nat and y/n forget she’ll have it. She also packs a few things that she thinks Pietro will forget-- a few nice outfits for nights out and his main toiletries. Oh-- and sunscreen! Lots and lots of sunscreen!

→Pietro: Well, let's just say that it’s a good thing Wanda thinks to pack some things for Pietro because this man barely remembers his toothbrush let alone his phone charger. He gets the basics-- the bare necessities-- like three t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some (?) boxers, and like seven pairs of shoes because with how fast this man is he’s going to need them badly. He does, however, remember to pack his bathing suit and that’s more than a few people on the team can remember. Poor baby just wants to get there already-- he can just buy whatever he forgets.

→Vision: A very strange assortment of items. He doesn’t need clothes-- he can make whatever he would like appear on his body-- but he does want to feel included so Wanda gives him one of her backpacks and he puts like kind of random items into it. He sees a phone cord and shoves it in and like a hairbrush-- all items someone will need eventually but not him (later will find out that it’s the cord to Sam’s Iphone and will hand it over and have the audacity to say you’re welcome Samuel after doing it).

→Sam: He packs at least four ball caps. Nothing besides that really matters; he just knows how fucked you are if you don’t bring a hat and he’s bringing enough for the people who forget. As much as Bucky gets on his nerves he also packs him one. Besides that he packs normally-- t-shirts, shorts, shoes, socks, boxers-- all regular amounts. He freaks out a little when he can’t find his phone charger but he’ll just buy one when he gets there. He also brings a Polaroid camera and a shit ton of film-- some of his team members have never been and he will be documenting it all.

→Bruce: He’s the most boring packer and that isn’t a bad thing-- it’s the reason he has so many doctorates-- because he’s smart and level headed. He packs the clothes he needs with one extra of everything. He packs his toiletries. He doesn’t pack his whole room and he doesn’t pack nothing at all. He’s perfectly in the middle-- a Disney Dad™! He does, however, forget his swim trunks-- oops.

→Stephen: One backpack with a t-shirt, sweatpants, and swim trunks. That’s it. Why would he pack anything else? The man can open a portal whenever he needs! He’s always one step away from his bedroom! Stephen simply flicks his wrists and can change and rejoin the group in less time than it takes the rest of them to pull shit from their bags and wait for the washroom to free up. It’s actually a genius play.

→Loki: Despite being the most outwardly unenthusiastic he packs almost the exact same way that Wanda does. He’s a nervous packer. His brother laughs but, like, he has a point. Safe is better than sorry. It’s comical that he packs like five sweaters though considering that he can snap his fingers and make the sweater appear. All his clothes are either green or black. He packs at least one all black suit. Thor has to force him to add a red Hawaiian shirt and he scoffs at it and shoves it to the bottom. Definitely packs three pairs of swim trunks because he doesn’t like putting them one while they’re still wet. He doesn’t even know if he’s going to go swimming but he’s still doing it anyway. He also packs the scrunchie y/n gave him to keep his hair out of the way and when Thor tries to say shit about it he pulls a dagger from thin air and just chucks it. After dodging it Thor asks why don’t you just make your clothes appear the same way?

→Thor: Enough but, like, definitely not enough. The normal things but like less. He figures he’s going to be spending most of his time in his bathing suit anyway. Loki tries to remind him that he can’t go shirtless in the parks (he looked it up already) but he doesn't listen. It really is a good thing his brother can make things appear from thin air. He’s the type of guy to be content in a pair of flip flops and an open button down. He does, however, bring one of those dad-esque fanny packs and somehow he makes it look hot.

→Y/n: Literally packs the same as Wanda, if just a tad less. So many clothes that it’s insane. She, however, has the added bonus of her old Mickey ears-- a pink sequined pair that are a little worse from wear but still pretty. She packs a bucket hat to pin collectable pins to. She makes sure to leave extra room in her suitcase for souvenirs. She’s had her eye on the luxury bath salts from the Grand Floridian ever since the Disney Instagram posted them a few months ago and now that she’s going she won’t be leaving without them. She also packs the strapless dress she’s been meaning to wear for months now-- she doesn’t know who’s going to be there to admire it but she’s sure there’s at least one person who will. Besides, Nat’s been telling her to wear it for ages.

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thekillingjoke-haha · 3 years

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Love And Marriage

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Quote: You don't save a marriage by sleeping with other people.–Lucifer

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"What the hell, Anthony!" She yelled scaring both brunettes in the bed she shared with him. The women who looked half her age scrambled off the bed in a rush and ran out of the room getting dressed as she ran out the tower. This time she was throwing objects at the genius screaming and swearing every word under the sun. And yes this wasn't the first time, but its sure as hell will be the last. "How could you do this to me!? Time and time again I forgive and you do it again!!" She tried taking control of her emotions, but they over took her and laid everything out on the table.

Tony slipped on his clothes yelling back and forth with his wife. It was a screaming match that all of New York could hear. "Maybe if you weren't such a controlling bitch I wouldn't need to rush into the arms of a women that would get off my back!" He yelled back and she was stunned into silence. Tony continued talking. "Ever since we been together you've been trying to change who I am and I got sick of it, but you were America's golden girl I couldn't dump you. You just couldn't take the hint ,sweetheart." He finished his intoxicated words got the better of him, but drunk words were sober thoughts and maybe this is exactly how he felt after all these years.

"I want a divorce." She said her voice shaking not wanting to cry in front of the man she loved and she thought loved her back. "What?!" He turned on his heels and stared at her the shouting didn't sober him up, but those four words did. "What did you say?" He asked as if he didn't hear her. "I'm through, Tony. I'm tired of this back and forth. You said it yourself your not willing to change your partying playboy ways so I'm through." She said as she went to get her phone to call her brother. "I want a divorce." Those were the final words uttered to him before she stopped talking to him all together taking off the ring made from the metal of his original reactor the diamond glowing the same blue that lulled her to sleep. Y/n twirled the ring in-between her fingers a nervous habit after the years.

Steve got to the tower from his apartment along with Bucky and Sam. His two friends walked into her bedroom to hear Tony shouting and pleading for her to listen to him. Steve went to his sister as his friends pulled the thrashing man out of the room and to a different part of the building so he could cool off. Tony in the end didn't calm down and was getting violent to the point they had to knock him out and by then Y/n was getting packed with the help of Steve

The suitcase was harshly zipped up as she rushed closing it. Tears flowed freely down her face as she packed all her things well all the things she bought herself. She wasn't running, running was for cowards she was escaping before she drowned herself in whatever kind of love she once had with her husband. Y/n breathed in through her nose as her body convulsed with another fit of silent sobs. Trying to calm down she wanted to get think clear. Did she really want to leave? No, but he didn't give her much of a choice. The light tan line on her finger just further proved she wasn't turning back...not this time. Not even for him. Y/n needed time to think without the threat of the end of the world and out from under her now ex's crushing ego.

She was shacking with anger and in grief it happened again and she was done with it all. Tony fucking Stark her husband, lover, best friend cheated on her again for the third time that she knew of. Y/n saw it she was always there at the wrong time almost like he wanted her to see how pleased he was with another. Steve came out of the bathroom with more hygiene products. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?" He asked for what feels like the hundredth time. Steve knew Y/n wasn't okay he could see it and the sight made him want to rip Stark a new one. With a deep inhale she looked up at him with s slight smile as real as she could make it. "I'm okay I just need to get out of here. Fresh air. New scenery if possible." She said as she looked longingly at a picture on the nightstand not noticing that her brother left with her bags while she stared off. The picture was of her fifth date with Tony after being together as boyfriend and girlfriend for two years, a light festival their first openly public date for cameras to capture them together making it official. America's Sweetheart with a Playboy billionaire...that headline alone should have been the first of many red flags.

The memory played vividly in her mind. Her eyes shined like stars as she dragged him behind her. It was still light outside and the small park was crowded. "Come on, Tones!" She said excitedly as she dragged him along. Many people looked at them and whispered, but they didn't care. They spent the night talking about any and everything it felt so natural. Y/n stared into the sky on their picnic blanket having already painted her lantern with a good amount of wet paint still on her hands. "We've been on what feels like a million dates and this seems like the perfect one to ask you. Will you marry me?" Tony said holding a black velvet box with a f/c diamond ring. "I thought you'll never ask!" She pulled him into a kiss paint covering his cheeks as lanterns where released. He kissed back hands resting on her hips. "Let's go home Mrs.Stark-Rogers." Tony said with a smile. "Well come on then Mr.Rogers-Stark." He was once again dragged away. "No no no my name first Steve will not hold that over me!" Y/n giggled as the memory faded into a much older one.

The twelve year old girl was getting her hair brushed by her mother. "Mama what's love like. I know you love daddy so what's it like?" She asked it's been two years since her father died ,but her mother always said she stilled loves him. "Love is a amazing feeling that doesn't happen often and sometimes it can hurt." The blonde women said to her daughter she couldn't tell her wanting love cost more then giving it. "Why will it hurt?" The young h/c girl asked turning around. "You're to young to know right now, but at some point you will." By the time Y/n turned fifteen she learned that loving someone can hurt after she stood next to her brother and best friend looking at the slab of stone that marked their mother's grave.

The first time it happened she was pissed, but not at the right person at the time. The second red flag.. Screams are what filled the house as Y/n threw clothes at the tramp that was in bed with her drunk husband. She was so anger, but that just hid the pain she was feeling three years for him to cheat. After shutting the half clothes harlot out on the front porch of the Malibu home she stormed back to Tony. He stayed in his boxers on the bed looking dazed he was drunk. "Why?" Is all she could ask as tears fell down her cheeks. The billionaire stood up and walked toward her he wiped her tears. "I'll change. I promise." He kissed her head. She believed him she had faith that he couldn't change for them. After all Y/n did the same she gave up being a hero along side her brother because he told her he already worries about getting home to her as Ironman no need to add the stress of not knowing if she'll get home. So she hung up her red, white, and blue catsuit for him.

After a year Y/n sat in her art studio wear she sold her and other rising artist artwork after Tony said she shouldn't paint in the tower,she painted with her brother laughing messing with colors. She was thankful she put down plastic tarp beforehand a giggle rang out when Natasha walked through the door. Without saying anything she drops a magazine on the table of brushes next to Y/n. On the cover was Tony kissing some red head though a window tears welled in her eyes as she wiped her hands he eyes not leaving the cover till it was picked up off the table. Natasha comforted her as Steve took the magazine and paced. " Am I stupid for trusting him? Thinking he would change?" She asked as the waterworks flowed. "No ,if anyone is stupid its him. Ever since he came out as Ironman he thought he was untouchable. God imma kill him!" The red head said while Steve was flexing his hand not wanting to hit any of the stored art pieces. The third red flag for all to see.

The bus rocked back and forth as she looked over at her brother sleeping next to her. They were heading to the airport and he was going to see her off before possibly killing Tony. Speaking of she looked down at her phone and saw dozens of missed calls and hundreds of unread text. She felt that the world was so much bigger after leaving, after getting away from the place that no longer felt like a home. Turning back to the window a memory came to surface as a teenage girl sat on the bus watching old Brooklyn go by. She thought life was so slow she wanted to grow up faster and experience life. Y/n wanted to find love like her parents had. "What are you thinking about doll?" She turned and in Steve's place was Bucky her adoptive big brother. "Nothing important, James." She said with a sigh as the old modeled cares turned back to modern vehicles and yellow taxi's.

Tony woke up and ran around the tower while calling and texting his wife. "Friday track Y/n' s phone. He said as he went to the lab to get in his suit. "She's as NYC airline." The irish voice answered as he stepped into the suit letting it close around him. Before the hatch could open completely he was flying out of the tower to the airport. "Any idea which flight?" He asked wanting to get there before it's to late. "No boss, but the next flight leaving is heading for U.K and boarding in fifteen minutes." Time was running out he needed ever second he could spare. "We'll make it in ten." That night Ironman flew to save whatever he had left.

Y/n held her ticket in her shaking hands her breath uneven. Steve left after the bus dropped her off they said their goodbyes not making the separation hurt any less. Her thoughts came back to Tony all the good times made her smile, but the dark clouds took them over soon after. It felt so right to be in his arms thinking about the future they had with each other within seconds that became a distant memory. What's sad is she wants to go back wondering if she held on to those moments longer they'll last forever. The ring she slipped back on her finger weighed a ton. Y/n didn't have the strength to take it off not for good at least and this made her feel weak. Pain was heavy in her heart from the constant ache, but the little voice kept saying maybe if we tried harder he would have loved us the way we love him, maybe rushing into a relationship wasn't the best idea, maybe he's happier without us ,maybe not telling him about the positive test was the best option ,maybe...maybe.

A hand resting on her stomach she wanted to laugh, but that would have brought on a fresh wave of tears. She started off the day without Tony in bed and sicker then she's been since her pre-serum years. Y/n went to the doctor completely covered form any prying eyes and the test were clear she couldn't believe it she took about ten test in her studio bathroom before heading back to the tower. Howard warned her and Steve that the serum might sterilize them, but at the time both of them were to small and sickly and she knew getting pregnant might kill her anyways so they both agreed to it. Y/n wished she could hug the man today he made her better and let her have a gift she never thought was possible. A baby was growing inside her. Tony never really talked about kids and neither did she since that wasn't a possibility before, but the moment she held five of the clearer test she wanted to rush into his arms and have him be the first to know. That quickly fell apart that evening and now she's here.

The suit landed out side the airport and Tony immediately ran out of it into the building looking through his tented shades he followed the path Friday set for him rushing through security. "Now boarding flight A145 to United Kingdom. Ahora aborda—" The intercom rang out. He was running out of time. There he saw h/c hair one of a couple dozen in line due to the oddly timed flight. "Y/N!!" Many heads turned at the shout while so gasped and whispers started. She looked at him and froze. His eyes looked bloodshot and he wore baggy sweats and a AC/DC shirt. Turning back around she tried to get on the plane quicker, but a hand grabbed her arm. "Please listen to me. I'm so so sorry! I'm a fucking moron okay? I know I just keep screwing up between us and I know you're tired of me saying I'll change, but if it means I keep you in my life I'll do damn near anything." Tony's voice shook as his eyes welled with tears people crowed to see the Starks some seemed to clued in on the subject while others were lost. "You can't fix this Tony. There's nothing to fix between us you said your piece and actions speak louder then words there is no saving this." Y/n whimpered holding her hand in her own.

"I can save us, N/n! Please just give me a chance too. You and me against the world right?" She shook her head no as she looked into his brown eyes with her glassy e/c ones. "Wrong. You just don't get it do you? You don't save a marriage by sleeping with other people. And I gave you more then enough chances to change because God I changed so much for you!! I gave up saving people, gave up painting in the tower, stopped helping Pepper with business, stopped going to briefings, and so much more. All for you and you couldn't do one thing for me." With quivering hands she gently brushed the tears from his cheeks letting her hands go from his shoulders to his hands. "I loved you, Anthony. I always will have a special place in my heart for you, but clearly the same doesn't go for you." Y/n now held one of his hands bringing his knuckles to her lips giving them a chaste kiss.

She let go of his hand as she stepped back from him many of the passengers having already boarded the plane. "Don't say goodbye." He said voice small and weak. "...don't think of this as a goodbye. We just met at the wrong time in the wrong place. Maybe I'll come back to you and just maybe we can start again from the beginning, but until then this is a see you later." She turned and went on board as he stood their feet glued the the floor. Looking down at the hand she held the ring sat in his palm she left him with a piece of his heart while she took the rest with her. What is a marriage without love

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A/n this is the second to last one before the full masterlist is posted. Fyi I wrote a happy ending and if it's really wanted I'll make a short one-shot of it but angst ending for now.

Next quote is a free space and I'm going ham!!!!

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rogerslovesstark · 3 years

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Love of the past

Pairing: Former Steve Rogers x fem!reader, Sharon x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,498

WARNING: ANGST, sad Steve

Authors note: Part Two to No More Love is here! Thank you for all the love on the last post!!! You're all the best, I hope you enjoy and feedback is always recommended!

Almost nine months had passed and you were feeling better than you did when Steve first broke your heart. You didn’t feel the burden of the love that you had for Steve. As time progressed, you realized how toxic your relationship was. How dependent you were on him.

Tomorrow was the Christmas party and you still needed to buy a gift for Sharon. Since you moved into the tower, you and Sharon had been spending more time together. You hadn’t really seen Steve unless you were in a meeting altogether.

You avoided most missions where it would only be you and Steve, wanting to avoid any awkwardness and unneeded tension. After a few months of him breaking up with you, you noticed him trying to speak to you again. You avidly avoided any conversation with him.

You walked into your closet and tried to figure out something to wear, stores would close any minute now and you had to get a last-minute present. You also planned to get lunch at the cafe near the shops.

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Sharon had bought the tickets to Fiji, two of them to be exact. Sharon had fallen in love with you throughout basically living with you. You were so sweet and kind, you took care of her and made her feel welcomed and wanted in your home.

She wanted to ask you to be hers, but she didn’t know if you were willing. She didn’t know if you were willing to be with women. Hell, Sharon didn’t even know that she had an attraction to women until one night.

You two were sleeping next to each other, your head rested on Sharon's shoulder, holding her hand in yours. Sharon ran her hand up and down your back rhythmically, you smelled like vanilla and mangoes, your hands were really cold and Sharon hated when you felt cold. It was roughly seven months since Steve had left you and you were very attached to Sharon, which Sharon secretly loved.

Sharon lightly kissed the top of your head, you shifted slightly, placing your face closer to the crook of Sharon's neck.

“I love you,” You murmured into her neck, bring Sharon to tears. She didn’t know if you meant it to her or to Steve but she wanted to kiss you so hard. You were everything to her and she wanted you to know that. She knew that night she was utterly in love with you, it felt like she was drowning in the love she had for you.

You finally bought her a gift, a new Dyson hair wrap, she had been telling you about it and how expensive it was and that she would just wait till it went on sale to get it. You headed over to the cafe, excited because they had your favorite sandwich. As you opened the door, you saw Tony standing in line, which was odd because knowing him he would never just wait around for food, either sending an intern or Peter to pick it up for him.

“Anthony, what the hell are you doing here?” You asked him inconspicuously, knowing he didn’t want his cover to be blown. If anyone here found out that he was Tony Stark, they would go wild, probably mobbing around him, causing him to have an anxiety attack which wouldn’t be preferred right now.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/n, stand next to me, they have good Philly cheesesteaks, I’ll pay,” He whispered, you chuckled and stood next to him, not objecting to the billionaire paying for your sandwich.

“I haven’t seen you around lately N/n, where’ve you been?” He asked you. Tony genuinely missed having you around, he knew that you and Steve weren’t together anymore, but he didn’t know why or what had happened to cause the relationship to end.

“Oh, I’ve been around, you’ve just been busy with Steve, and I particularly don’t want to see him,”

“Why not?

“Tony, he cheated on me in Bolivia, he broke my heart for a woman who died, I can’t be with someone like that,” You whispered harshly, upset that Tony would even ask you why like he didn’t know.

“I didn’t know, Steve never told us, he just said you two were going through a hard time right now, he never said that he cheated on you, N/n,” Tony said, placing a soft hand on your shoulder. What the hell did Steve think when he cheated on someone as amazing as you.

“It’s alright Tony, I don’t need someone like that in my life, I loved him but he didn’t need me anymore, so I learned to love myself.”

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Steve had gotten ready early, nervous to go because he knew you would be there. He wore his best suit, one that had picked out for him when you two were still together. It was a navy blue suit with extremely thin light gray stripes, you told him it made his eyes look bluer.

He put on the cologne you had brought for him for his birthday last year, it was a small present because it was right before he left for Bolivia, right before he made one of the worst mistakes of his life.

He wore the watch you had bought him for your third anniversary.

He wore everything you knew you loved because he wanted you to love him again, like before. He wanted you to love him like you used to like you would drop everything in the world for him, you used to love him like that.

Steve stood in the corner of the room, just standing around awkwardly. After he left you, he began to become more socially awkward. You always made him feel comfortable in intense situations. Steve knew it was a mistake leaving you.

The moment he realized it was a mistake was during a meeting, you walked in late and Steve’s hair on the back of his neck rose and he got goosebumps along his arms and back.

He quickly ran a hand through his hair, sitting straighter. He had left the seat open for you unconsciously, and you walked into the room, his heart started beating faster as you approached him.

The disappointment he felt when you passed right by him like he meant nothing to you as nothing had happened between you two. You had sat next to Bruce, and Steve felt the tears behind his eyes.

It was almost four months since he left you and he wanted nothing more than to hug you so tightly. To kiss you like he used to. He missed the feeling of your body against his, to sounds you used to make underneath him.

It only took him three weeks to realize the mistake he made, telling you he didn’t love you anymore. He ‘loved’ Janet but not the way he loved you, the love he had for you burned like a million stars in the endless void of life.

He quickly left after the meeting had ended, running to his room and taking the sweater you used to wear when you would sleep in his room, and holding it close to his face, taking in your scent because he hadn’t in such a long time.

It hit him like a truck, the amount of love he held back from you, all bottled up inside him, ready to explode.

You walked into the room, in a red dress wrapped around your figure. You looked stunning, so fucking pretty Steve wanted to cry because he didn’t know if you still loved him the way you used to.

You walked towards Sharon, and Sharon pulled you into the hallway. Steve trailed behind, wanting to actually talk to you. To finally hear you address him, even if it was with malice, would be better than to not hear you at all.

You laughed at something Sharon had said, and it warmed Steve’s heart to the core. Hearing your sweet laughter, even if it wasn’t caused by him, made him so happy.

You two had stopped in front of the large window pane, Sharon placed her hand on your neck, pulling you close to her and placing a sweet kiss on your lips. Steve’s whole world crumbled in front of him. You were with Sharon now apparently.

He had lost you, officially. And it was no one's fault but his own. You placed your hands on her cheeks, kissing her and finally feeling a weight being lifted off her shoulders.

Steve backed away slowly and left the party entirely, taking his car to his old apartment.

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Steve laid in his bed, holding the only sweater you had left behind close to his chest. Your scent kept him slightly sane, keeping him from spiraling. He had lost you, and now there was nothing left that he could do. He just has to live with the fact that he lost the love of his life, on his own accord.

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scorpionyx9621 · 3 years

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Robins at the Airport

So a fun fact about IRL me is that I work in shipping & logistics and I work closely with a lot of the major airlines as both vendors and customers. And it had me thinking. How do the Robins fly? (And no I don't mean with their suits lol)

Also I'm aware that Bruce is a billionaire. Bruce without a shadow of a doubt has not only a private jet but access to a lot of personal travel supplies. That being said, even though some of our boys have definitely flown on Bruce's jet. I have no doubt since most of them are adults now, if they wanna travel they're probably flying commercial.

I'm also a filthy ♌ Leo Sun ♌ and fire signs stereotypically love to travel. So! Here's the Robins and their travel traditions.

Tim Drake

Tim is interesting because he, like Damian, actually grew up with money. Like. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce.

Tim likes to travel and has flown everything from small little turboprops to big commercial jets to his family's and Bruce's private jet.

I feel if Tim is going commercial he's that guy who arrives at the airport 4 hours before his flight. He's catching a 7pm flight? Expect Tim to be there at 3pm.

He's that person who can find an outlet by his gate, get some overpriced airport coffee and/or food at a standard fast food restaurant, and wait down the time for his plane to arrive.

Tim dresses pretty smartly but casually. Usually a button up and some jeans with some tennis or boat shoes that are easy to slip off in security.

I don't think Tim sleeps on planes easily unless it's a red-eye. But he does just spend his time on his phone or on his laptop either watching movies or doing coding to kill time.

Dick Grayson

Prior to inheriting all that fortune from Alfred Dick loved to travel and loves airports. Both for the people watching and the jet-set atmosphere.

Traveling around alot as a child helped out with that. The Flying Grayson's almost always traveled by car so anytime Dick gets to go on a plane he gets excited.

Dick has a fascination with Technology and I can certainly see Dick being a low-key Avgeek. Seeing how these huge planes carry hundreds of people across the sky through feats of human engineering is something that makes him smile.

That being said Dick is not often on time for traveling. He always either shows up WAY too early or he's sprinting through security because his flight departs in 45 minutes and he just got to the airport.

Hell even when Dick is EARLY he ends up running late for his flights because he always ends up eating at a restaurant/bar post security with the best views of the planes and loses track of time.

Dick has missed many a flight/connection because he gets lost in the moment much fo Bruce's chagrin. Granted dropping a couple hundred to rebook Dick at a moments notice is literally just a minor hindrance for billionaire Bruce Wayne.

That being said, more than once, Bruce has had to call a charter for a private jet to pick up Dick when he got stuck at an airport and he HAD to be on the last flight out from San Francisco to Newark or Gotham.

Dick can sleep on a plane no problem. None. It's one of the few times he does ever get truly good, restful sleep. Much to the shock of everyone.

Dick always wears something athletic for flights. Usually sweats or compression pants and a hoodie with tennis shoes. He always carries his Nightwing outfit in his carry-on though much to the chagrin of his family.

Damian Wayne-Al Ghoul

BRAT

He's that person I, myself, would hate at an airport. He demands to fly private all the time because he can't be bothered to deal with the riff-raff of us poors.

He gets better as he gets older though. He still demands to fly first class at a BARE minimum and will give Bruce hell for it regardless.

Damian may be a bit snobbish when it comes to trying restaurants but he always wants to eat before he gets on a plane because plane food is gross to him.

He's fine most times though. Like Tim if you plant him in front of an outlet and give him a sketchpad and/or his video games/manga he'll be fine.

On a flight he's always very respectful to the flight staff but he will use them for what they're worth. He takes full advantage of all the perks he's given. He's not old enough to drink but he certainly will take advantage of the snacks he can get (Damian insists on flying Delta because he loves the Biscoff cookies. He doesn't like many sweets, but Biscoff cookies are his weakness.)

Damian is way too vigilant to sleep on a flight. Even if it's a red eye and even if he's flying private. He just can't seem to find a way to be comfortable.

Damian is like Dick, casual and comfortable in dress. It's an airport not a gala.

Jason Todd

So fun fact: we actually have a canon representation of Jason on a regular flight from Red Hood & The Outlaws!

Boy literally wore a blazer on a flight while Roy wore a freaking Tank Top lmao. And he was uncomfortable with Roy's behaviors but flirted with a flight attendant and one of my personal favorite minor characters/love interests in Red Hood's lore, Isabel Ardila.

Jason is also like Dick in that he actually really enjoys traveling. That being said, being legally dead and not on Bruce's best terms means Jason's a well-versed economy traveler.

I read somewhere that Jason has a small personal fortune from the assassinations he's done. But I think he still chooses to fly economy when he can. He sees flying first class as unnecessary and would rather use airline miles for free tickets than free upgrades.

Is a master of getting crap past the radar (it's called checked bags friends. Also if Jason needs to move heavier firepower he knows it's easier to just ship that shit ahead of him.

He's like Damian in that he gets everything he can out if a service. Free pretzels? You bet. Complementary drink? Give him a coke with extra ice (it's canon he likes extra ice in his drinks)

He's always extra nice and polite to all the flight staff and any TSA he sees because Jason knows he's a monster and has to work extra hard to blend in.

#Jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne al ghul #robins #batfam #rants #posts for me but you all can enjoy too if you want.

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Prove Me Wrong

Summary: She can trust you, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Warning: 18+ Mental Health, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, Smut

Chapter 12 - Final Chapter

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Natasha’s lithe fingers follow the trail of your spine, her touch on your bare skin gently stirring you from your sleep.

The touch halts, lingering on a darker spot on your hip. Using the tip of her finger she traces the pattern of the birthmark.

She hadn’t noticed that before. Just another thing about your body she’d learned in the past few days.

While you weren’t sex crazed, after your first time together, you and Natasha had become much more sexually active. Almost every available night you spent tangled up in each other.

That didn’t happen of course until after you’d both had a long and understanding conversation about what had happened.

Now though, you’re both closer than you had been before, in every way.

Natasha moves, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the mark on your hip, before curling into your back and kissing your neck. You, basking in her warmth and gentle touch, cuddle back into her and grab her hand, lacing your fingers together and holding it to your chest.

“Good morning lyubov moya.” She speaks softly, each breath fanning your neck.

You turn in her embrace, a sleepy smile on your lips,“ morning malyshka.”

A faint blush coats her cheeks as she ducks her head. Making you chuckle and press a kiss to the top of her head, arms tightening around her.

Looking to the nightstand, your eyes widen when you realize you’d both slept well into the day, the time reading 11:35. No doubt due to the previous nights activities.

“Tash, we should probably get up.” You tell the woman, just barely upset you’d wasted half the day.

She groans, somehow snuggling into you further.

You didn’t think you’d ever see the day Natasha Romanoff didn’t want to get out of bed. The woman consistently wakes up before the sun rises.

“Don’t you just want to stay here with me?” Her words are a whisper against your skin and you shiver involuntarily.

Biting your lip, you try to build a firm resolve in your head, but with the way Natasha’s fingers keeping gently stroking your skin, and the small pout on her lips, you fold.

Playfully groaning, you nod,“ I mean I guess we can stay in bed a little longer.” You look up to the ceiling in fake thought before meeting her gaze again.

"You make it seem as if this isn’t exactly what you want to be doing.” She teases, eyebrow quirked at you challengingly.

Of course she’s right. What right minded person wouldn’t want to stay in the arms of their love.

Instead of indulging her smug attitude, you lean closer and press a kiss to her lips. She moves to deepen it, her lips adding pressure to yours. And then she pulls away abruptly.

Eyes wide you back up a little, in case you just did something you shouldn’t have,“ what? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just, I have to pee.” She smacks a quick kiss to your lips and crawls out of bed.

You nod, then watching her sprint to the bathroom. While she’s in the bathroom, you use that time to get up and pull on some clothes, also picking up the clothes you and your girlfriend had discarded last night.

“This does not look like staying in bed.”

Looking, your eyes move to the bathroom door where Natasha stands, hands on her hips. You can’t stop your gaze from trailing over the woman’s naked body. Every inch of her is beautiful: scars, curves, birthmarks, freckles, everything is breathtaking.

You nod and shake your head at the same time,“ yeah no I- well I was just tidying up is all.”

Green eyes narrow and she points to the bed. With a chuckle you obey, crawling back under the covers, and accepting Natasha into your arms when she crawls in afterwards.

The both of you sit in the silence, reveling in each other’s embrace. A low hum leaves the ex-assassin’s lips when your fingers graze her scalp as you comb through her hair. The soft affection from you making her smile a little.

“Hey,” she squeezes you gently,“ I love you.”

Smiling brightly, you kiss the top of her head,“ I love you too Tash.”

Just holding her makes you beyond happy and you can’t express how glad you are things worked out.

Seeing as you hadn’t exactly practiced what you preached, you hadn’t seen the benefits of total honesty with your partner. Now that you’re both on the same page it’s the most incredible feeling.

Natasha’s proven to be the most loving, understanding, and caring woman. Knowing that she can trust you wholly has her acting in a way she didn’t think she ever would. You’d pulled out this childlike happiness that she wasn’t allowed to have in the past. Moments like this: being affectionate and playful, happening more often.

It’s not until Natasha’s stomach rumbles from hunger that you decide to get up. Leaving her to take a shower, you head out to the kitchen.

“Good morning Buck, Mister Rogers.” You nod to both men.

They smile back, Bucky good naturedly patting your shoulder as you pass by.

“Looks like you slept well.” Steve notes, earning a scoff and chuckle from Bucky.

“Or not at all.”

Wide eyed you look back at the man, who sports a knowing grin. Steve’s cheeks heat up and you refrain from retaliating to Bucky purely for his sake.

That doesn’t mean a comment isn’t made though.“ Jealous Rogers hasn’t put out yet?”

All eyes fall to Natasha as she comes in smirking at Bucky and winking at Steve. You sigh, shaking your head at the woman’s antics and focusing on making her something to eat.

As you cook, you engage in conversation with the three. They make it known that there’s been a spike in missions lately, something to do with some mad scientist over in California.

Setting a plate down in front of Natasha, you ask,“ so they’re just mass experimenting on people and there hasn’t been any news on it?”

They all raise their eyebrows at you as you sit to eat as well.“ What kind of news would you expect? It’s not like they’re interviewing the bad guy.”

“Well no, obviously, but if there’s suddenly a bunch of enhanced individuals tearing up the west coast I refuse to believe there are no reports on it. Some kid who saw them and posted about it, a family noticing their relative missing or showing abnormal abilities, hell a news report on some kind of superpowered mugger?” You explain yourself.

You may not be here as a superhero but you’ve seen the way the public reacts to them. When the Avengers came out there wasn’t a news station that didn’t cover their every move.

“She’s right,” Natasha nods,“ we keep looking at underground channels instead of plain ole media.”

Both men share a glance, Steve then leaning forward and looking at you,“ where would we start?”

A small chuckle leaves your lips,“ honestly, I’d go straight to social media. I don’t know what kind of programs or whatever you guys use but if you searched a particular word combination,” as you speak you go to wash up the few dishes you and Natasha had used,“ like superhuman + California it’s likely you’ll find something. Everything is always all over social media.”

“So-”

Natasha quickly cuts Steve off,“ okay okay she’s given us a lead, let’s talk about it with Tony.”

Both men nod, all of you understanding Natasha’s reasons for stopping it here: she doesn’t want you involved in this part of their work.

In one of your many moments of honesty she told you that she would rather you not get into that. The team already comes back from missions and lays all that on you and you’re of course in danger enough just living with them, knowing in depth mission details puts you further in danger and she refuses.

And you’d also told her you genuinely didn’t want to be that involved anyway. As cool as you’ve seen being an Avenger can be, you have no interest in actually being one. Their therapist is a position you’re more than happy to fill.

“Fellas, excuse us.” Natasha nods to them, taking your hand and pulling you back to your room.

You can’t help giggle when she pushes you on to the bed and goes right back to cuddling you like you hadn’t left the bed in the first place.

That’s where you both stay for the next few hours. Even when you decide to do something else she keeps you in her arms. While you play on your switch she watches over your shoulder, sporadically presses kisses to your neck, and asks what the heck it is you’re doing.

Until the time approaches for you to get ready for tonight. Pepper had insisted that the couples of your friend group go out for the night. First dinner and then going to a play Tony had scored tickets to.

Wanting to be comfortable and still formal, you decide to wear a black pant suit, the top you choose is a solid black bralette, and you pair it all with a simple pair of black heels.

“Zip me up?” Natasha steps out of the bathroom and turns her back to you.

As you do so, your eyes roam over her figure in the mirror. How she can make such a simple green dress look so beautifully elegant you don’t know but you love it.

“You look gorgeous, love.” You tell her, pressing a light kiss to her shoulder.

She smiles as she looks at you,“ as do you malyshka.”

Once you both have everything you need, you leave out. Bucky and Steve are waiting for the two of you by the door and together all of you climb into Bucky’s truck.

Everyone meets up at the restaurant and are seated after confirming that they’re a part of Tony’s dinner party.

Admittedly you weren’t too sure about this whole thing for a number of reasons, but your worries fade away throughout dinner.

There’s an amazing energy flowing through the group. It’s beyond entertaining to see the matching sass between Tony and Maria Rambeau. The woman is just as witty as Carol which makes their interactions with the billionaire very entertaining.

You find yourself jumping from about three different conversations, one being with Pepper, Laura, and Natasha, the other with Clint, Steve, and Bucky, and of course the one with Tony, Carol, and Maria.

Funnily enough, the first conversation sounds a lot like what you’d expect to hear from three wives, wine and partner complaints galore, with the guys it’s mainly sports(Bucky and Clint aren’t too happy about the MLB playoffs), and as mentioned, the last conversation is very sassy.

“-if I can fly my suits I think I can fly a fighter jet.” The man continues is his argument.

With a chuckle, you look at him pointedly,“ Tony, my friend, pick your battles,” then you take a bite of your dessert.

Natasha notices the way your eyes widen and you eagerly take another bite. Her elbow gently nudges you and when she gives the cutest little pout you know what she wants. So you scoop another piece of the food onto your spoon and hold it out to her.

A hum of approval leaves her and you smile, wiping a spot of chocolate off the corner of her lip, which elicits her to lean in and kiss you.

The bubble pops when Tony speaks,“ it’s like we aren’t even here.”

His words make your friends laugh, Pepper reaches over to smack his arm,“ pay him no mind, you two are adorable together.”

“Natasha and adorable? Never thought I’d see the day.” Tony further teases.

“Hey T, remember when you lost that bet to me and had to wear-”

“Aye aye okay,” he raises his hands in surrender,“ no more teasing I got it.”

Pepper covers her laugh with her hand, knowing exactly what you’re talking about, and everyone else looks at you and Tony expectantly. But you smoothly change the conversation and everyone soon moves past that moment.

Almost everybody.

It’s after you’ve sat down at the play venue that Natasha brings it back up.

The lights dim and she leans into your side, you wrap an arm around her, and the actors walk on to the stage to begin the play.

“Y/n,” she pokes your side making you look over at her, voice a whisper, she asks,“ what did Tony have to wear?”

Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, you lean over to whisper in her ear,“ assless chaps.”

Her jaw drops, the corners of her lips lifting in amusement,“ you’re kidding.”

You shake your head,“ it’s a long story but the moral of it is that Tony should not underestimate me.”

Even though your eyes are trained on the play you can feel Natasha still looking at you.

If you were looking at her though, you’d see stars in those green orbs. Better yet hearts. You would see how absolutely in love with you she is. And she genuinely can’t believe it.

Had anyone told her, when you walked through the compound doors, that she would’ve fallen in love with you she would’ve laughed. And she would’ve been more wrong than she ever had been in her life. Because here she is staring at you like a lovestruck idiot.

You’d managed to come in and completely flip her world upside down.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re missing the play.” A teasing smile masks your lips as you look down at her.

Before you can turn away, she’s gently grabbing your chin, and kissing you.

“Thank you.” Her breath fans your lips.

“For what?” You frown.

“For proving me wrong. At every turn. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met-”

“Shhhhh.” A voice interrupts from behind you and you turn around to find a frowning, clearly pissed off, older man.

Locking eyes with him you whisper/yell,“ hey buddy my girl’s trying to profess her undying love for me, if you could just not butt in that’d be great.” With a thumbs up you turn back to Natasha,“ as you were saying.”

The woman shakes her head amusedly,“ I love you so fucking much.”

Even though you can tell she has more to say, it’s obviously not the best place for that. Besides you know the two of you have all the time in the world, so you simply kiss her again,“ I love you too.”

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100 ways to say I love you - TimKon edition:

Number 69: “I bought you a ticket.”

Enjoy! :D

Kon lets out a huff when his screen turns to black and as Tim lets out a cheer next to him. That’s the third time in the row Tim’s managed to kill his character now, it’s starting to piss him off. They were playing a multi-player game and Tim is kicking his ass at it, the sore loser side of him wants to accuse Tim of cheating but the actual fact is that Kon’s just shit at the game.

A new starting screen comes up on the TV and before they press play Kon gets up and announces he’s getting another drink and offers to get Tim one. When he returns from the kitchen and back to the living room where they’re currently camping out, Tim is on his phone looking intensely at something.

As soon as he hears Kon return he looks up. “I’ve just had a reminder on my phone about the suit fitting we have tomorrow at three and then how we’re meeting Dick and Babs afterwards for dinner.”

Kon pauses and frowns. “Huh, what suit fitting? I thought you had enough of those already. I remember about meeting for dinner though.”

Tim raises an eyebrow at him and it makes Kon feel like he’s forgotten something important. Kon continues forward handing Tim his glass before settling down beside him, once he’s sat his boyfriend elaborates further.

“It’s your suit fitting Kon. For the awards show in a couple weeks. We need to get you a new one as your other one is old and worn.” Tim’s beginning to look a little confused himself.

Kon stares at him dumbfounded. He has no idea what Tim is on about. What award show? What is he on about?

His thoughts are clearly expressed on his face because soon Tim is giving him a similar look in return. When he next speaks he sounds sceptical. “I did tell you about that right?” Kon continues to blink at him, because no, he did not, he hasn’t said anything about it. Kon’s silence turns out to be enough because Tim suddenly look sheepish. “Oh woops. My bad, sorry.”

They fall into silence and Kon continues to stare at Tim waiting for him to explain what he’s been on about. Apparently Tim doesn’t get the memo because he stays quiet and is now staring the screen in front of them.

After several beats Kon huffs, places his drink down, and rolls his eyes before speaking up. “So? What am I getting a suit for? Some awards show you neglected to tell me about?”

Tim snaps his gaze back to Kon and finally seems to realise an explanation is needed. Also setting his drink down, he nods. “Yeah, so in two weeks or so we’re going to the Oscars as guests. You need a new suit for an event like that. Because of whom he is Bruce got offered to buy tickets to attend as a guest and there’s about five of us going overall. Perks of being a billionaire I guess.”

Kon stares at Tim gobsmacked. Did he just say the Oscars? As in the Oscars that is one of the biggest award shows in the world? What!

“So when Bruce offered to get me a ticket, I made sure that you got one too,” Tim continues speaking completely oblivious to Kon’s state of shock, “because you think I’m going to go there by myself? Yeah no way, so you’re coming along too!”

“What!” Kon exclaims still feeling entirely speechless.

Tim now looks amused at Kon’s reaction. “What? I bought you a ticket to the Oscars Kon. Or well Bruce did but I made sure that you got one, same difference.”

Kon’s suddenly having a hard time breathing. Tim can’t be serious can he? The tickets must have cost thousands! How can he just casually say he’s got a ticket like that? That’s also not mentioning who’ll be attending the awards. So many celebrities will be there, Kon is going to be surrounded by the most famous people on the planet, that’s such a big thing to be aware of.

Now Kon’s delt with famous people in the past before, hell he’s somewhat famous himself, but that’s all his persona, Superboy, not Conner Kent! How on earth is he going to deal with this.

“Kon. Conner!”

Kon snaps his attention to Tim. His boyfriend now looks concerned and even a little guilty, most likely because he almost sent Kon into a panic attack for that dropping that bombshell of news onto him.

“You okay? Breathe for me.” Tim instructs slowly. After a minute Kon feels slightly calmer and more in control of himself.

He glances at Tim. “You seriously got me a ticket to go to the Oscars with you? I don’t think I’m going to be able to pay you back for that Tim! It’s an insane amount of money.”

Tim gives him a scolding look which doesn’t have any real heat behind it. “Don’t even bother Kon. I don’t care about the money, don’t even think about that part of it. I want you to come along with me as my boyfriend and enjoy the evening and meet some incredible people.”

Kon takes a deep breath and tries to accept Tim’s words. He’ll do his best to not think about it but it’s going to be hard.

Once the news has settled in his mind the confusion, worry and panic quickly disappears and turns into feelings of happiness, excitement and disbelief. He stares at Tim with wide eyes. “We’re going to the Oscars. We’re going to the Oscars Tim!”

Tim lets out a laugh and unable to himself Kon tackles Tim in a hug and they fall together onto the floor. “You’re amazing.” Kon says squeezing Tim tightly. He pauses before adding on. “I always forget how damn rich you are sometimes, it can actually be terrifying.”

Tim hugs him back and only shrugs in response. They stay hugging on the ground for a long while but it soon turns into a make out session as Kon presses his lips against Tim’s fiercely. Once they part for a breather Tim gasps “bedroom?” before dragging Kon in for another kiss. Kon hums in agreement and proceeds to causally lift Tim up off the floor in his arms and make his way towards the bedroom. The game they had been playing is completely forgotten as they move onto a different activity.

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