#she also replaced all the coffee with decaf

[marvel-lous-guy]

Peter: Hey Tony, what are you doing for Peppers birthday?

Tony: Dinner!

Harley: where?

Tont: here

Harley: are you at least cooking it?

Tony: I quite like the tower not in flames thanks

Peter: So you did nothing?

Tony: I got her a card too. Here, look

Harley: *reading aloud* Roses are red, violets are blue

Peter: *reading aloud* whiskey costs less than dinner for two

Tony: *holding up a bottle of whiskey* I also got this

Peter: Pepper is gonna be so mad

Harley: Friday, save all recordings of Tony and Pepper interacting for the rest of the week

[vulpesverda]

I'm sure you were referring to my Kayn Making Food for the Group headcanons, but I think this would be more fun to do a headcanon post about the kinds of pranks he'd pull on all of the members. I'm also a menace who loves giving myself extra work, lmao

Prank Master Aphelios

Content: No Warnings 》 SFW 》 Alune Included

Requests: Currently Open

Masterlist

K'Sante

We all know about Aphelios replacing K'Sante's protein powder with flour, right? KNOWING this man eats that shit DRY? Evil. And I love it. On top of that, I like to imagine Phel changes the lock and homescreens on K'Sante's tablet to just... really weird shit. Obscure memes. Sometimes ones he's made himself. Ones he's made about K'Sante. How did he get the pass code. K'Sante doesn't know. K'Sante does not have the power to stop him. Someone help this man.

Sett

Pranking Sett is both so easy and so difficult. It's so easy to get a big emotional reaction out of him... but there are some pranks that will just fly right over his head. But I think Phel's favorite thing to do is gaslight this motherfucker. Tell him fake facts knowing that Sett is gonna repeat it later and look silly. And when Sett is like "Phel told me that! It's true!", Phel is like "I did not say that, where did you hear that".

Yone

You might be thinking, "If anyone were to be free of his shenanigans, it's got to be Yone, right?" And you would be correct. However, no one is free, and therefore Yone suffers. And by "suffers", I mean his cold brew is replaced with decaf. Yone notices. Immediately. He doesnt even have to taste it. He is not happy.

Yone is aware he can just go buy a cold brew, but its the principle of the thing. You don't fuck with a man's coffee, or his morning routine. But Yone can't prove anything, and his coffee is re-replaced as soon as he makes a stink about it, so.

Kayn

Kayn loves to dye his hair, canonically. And if he dyes his hair with any dye that comes in containers like the Arctic Fox hair dye, you bet Phel has intentionally switched around the colors. He bought sticker remover stuff so he could peel off the labels and switch them around undetected, so Kayn opens up his next bottle of pinkish purple dye and ends up with ultramarine or black or green and dumping it directly on his head.

Because let's be honest, I don't imagine Kayn would put that shit in a bowl and apply it with a brush. He's squeezing that bottle on his head and rubbing it in with his hands. And you're lucky if he's using gloves.

Ezreal

Ezreal is an easy one to prank. If Ez leaves his phone alone for even a SECOND, Aphelios is on that shit, hiding it away in his pocket or something so Ez is frantically looking for it. And then he puts it in a spot he KNOWS Ezreal knows he's looked. He gets a really big reaction out of it, too, which is what makes such a low effort prank so worth it. Minimal risk, big reward. If he's lucky, Ezreal might start whining.

Aphelios

Now, dear reader, you may be asking "Why is Aphelios on this list?". And the answer to that question lies in the fact that Aphelios is not even safe from himself. Particularly when he is drunk. I envision drunk Aphelios giggling to himself as he thinks "It would be really funny to piss off sober me", and doing something he knows is going to inconvenience him while hung over. Like rearranging his bedroom furniture in a way that doesn't make sense or is impractical. Or hiding the toilet paper so he has to do the shuffle of shame after his morning shit.

He is a menace, even to himself. I told you no one is free.

Alune

This is her brother. Her brother who loves her, but her brother nonetheless. He's perfected the art of the prank, and she was his unwilling test subject for many, many years. Anything you can think of, he's probably done it to her. There's nothing he can do that would surprise her, at this point. I think he enjoys stealing her hair ties and hiding them somewhere she can't reach. Or hiding all of the left socks in her matching pairs. Anything to inconvenience her just a little bit. And she knows this has the work of the Phae (Phel/Fae) written all over it.

》 ------ ◇ ------ 《

AN: God I love aphelios. End note.

[laytonsartblog]

Jasmine The Informant (TF2OC)

Here’s some more of my one and only Jasmine, the wonderful Informant!

I’m gonna add more on her in the form of a file summary, redacted for the sake of privacy and confidentiality:

Her name is Jasmine [REDACTED], born on ##/##/21 in [REDACTED], United States. Her home life was fine, and in some cases more open than her peers, if not distant. Encouraged by her father to expand her intelligent mind, she went to the Drexel Institute of Art, Science and Industry in 1939 and received a PhD in Library and Information Science in 1947. In her final year at university, Jasmine would have a fling with one of her classmates: a man named David [REDACTED], and in 1947 was born her daughter [REDACTED] [REDACTED]. Jasmine raised her as a single mother for eight years before being contacted by The Administrator to replace the old Informant. She took the job on the condition that [REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED], in exchange, she would [REDACTED REDACTED]. The Administrator agreed. In 1955, she officially became The Informant and has been working on the job ever since.

And here’s a list of things about her and her life:

• Her daughter, of whom you may know is named Mary, is an activist, and an organization leader for her service The Simple House, a nonprofit group dedicated to housing, educating, and caring for children. She has a side job at a restaurant as a waitress. She also graduated with an associate’s degree at the same college her mother went to for business with a minor in sociology

• While she can’t hack, she has incredible memory and often only needs to see someone type in a password once in order to replicate it. The same goes for organization systems, language, etc

• Speaking of language, she dedicates herself to learning every language that the Teams can speak. So far she knows Russian, French, Spanish, and German fairly well, though not at any fluent level. Catalan and Dutch are on her list.

• Her job is mostly like an archiving/IS job when she has free time, though most of the time she is tasked with making sure no one is contacting the outside world unless cleared and preventing any spread of information that leaks. This can lead from reporting any suspicious creations by the Engineer or Demoman that might work as a radio, removing any phone or computer not connected to the Administration’s network (looking at you, Spy), and following the Sniper to his phone calls to his parents. She is the one that writes down every recorded conversation and stores it safely away. She also occasionally helps Ms. Pauling on field missions, though mostly on information retrieval.

• Ms. Pauling views Jasmine like some grumpy aunt that mostly complains about her work and spills any gossip she hears around the office or team members.

Okay… silly fact time

• She is ambidextrous

• She hates any and all gerbils

• She eats a banana with jelly and peanuts on top every morning and washes it down with black coffee. She says it’s nutritious

• If you put sugar or milk in her coffee she will kill you. If you give her decaf as a prank she will ACTUALLY kill you

• She has one of those mini toolkits on her at all times and will freak out if she can’t find it

• She only ever had a pet cat and that thing hated her almost as much as she hated it. She only bought it for her daughter. His name was Donald.

• She only talked to Spy once. She almost throttled him when he asked her if she was single

• Her favorite color is a nice minty green

• She is so tired. All of the time. She sleeps a maximum of 6 hours a night, usually 4

• She is a bisexual mess. She’s fantasized many times having one spicy night with Helen. Look man don’t judge her she admires the ferocity and power what do you want

• She is genuinely awful at combat. Terrible. She stays fit and acrobatic to sneak around, but ask her to fight Scout and she’ll end up on her ass in two seconds

Aaand that’s it. I invite any and all propaganda, fanart, etc, for the @tf2shipswag OC tournament! Can’t wait to see how far she gets!

[adwox]

i dont really care for human AUs of mega man characters but a zerox-centric college AU is actually so funny to me

-X graduates at the top of his class is therefore able to shave one year off at college, so hes put in the sophomore year dorms and his roommate is zero

-zero only went to college cause his stupid dad WAS a professor at university, but he got shitcanned halfway through his first term cause wily publicly cursed zero out for not paying attention in class

-light ended up being wilys replacement, to which neither X nor zero knew about until one day during parents weekend they both arrive to their boys dorm room at the same time. and yes they are bitter exs just like in the real games

-zero is a trustfund baby i said what i said. he kind of does not gaf about college at all but he is a dedicated D1 athlete and does work on the campus coffee shop (its the only place he will actually end up doing his homework because he functions best in a loud environment)

-X is duel-majoring because light has subconsciously put a lot of pressure on him especially after his oldest sibling blues dropped out very early on. rock never went to college because seeing what blues went through kind of freaked him out. roll plans on attending one day but is currently working to save up money first and also she just kind of doesnt feel like it yet. X is the worlds first youngest sibling to have eldest daughter syndrome

-despite being in the same graduating class, zero is still technically older, so X looks up to him as an upperclassmen. zero does feel an obligation to show him the ropes so he does look after him for a good while during X's first semester but he soon realizes firsthand just how capable he is

(non-hard drug talk below)

-neither of them ironically share vices, since they both make the respective other anxious. X is a wake and bake kind of guy, zero is a Drinks black coffee an hour before midnight person

-X only recently tried coffee again because zero made him a lavender latte specifically for him. even tho it was decaf, X still felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat which he felt SO bad about since he knew zero specifically made it for him. and this happened within the first week of the term so they hadnt known each other that well, so X was very very embarrassed knowing zero was just watching him shake like a little leaf. though zero found it all rather amusing

-zero never smoked before because bass was a chronic smoker and it kind of turned him off since they didnt really get along for a while (theyre on much better terms now, they soulbond over wily causing them grief these days). X offers to roll for zero on the very first weekend cause in his mind X is like: college sophomore, how to get on good terms? offer free weed. Unfortunately a few hits in zero is white-knuckling his kneecaps and doing everything in his power not to throw up. he learned the hard way then and there that he is too paranoid for that shit, and while X felt so incredibly guilty for a while, he did feel it let them both become closer faster since zero did need to let his guard down to let X take care of him that evening

(end drug talk)

-X goes to every game zero is in (i really like the idea of the sport zero plays being hockey but idk if theres D1 hockey teams in college Lol) despite knowing nothing about the sport rules

-X finds out vile is actually on the same sports team as zero which is SO awkward for him since they had VERY briefly dated before X realized just how incompatible they were. whenever vile puts two and two together about who X's roommate is, let it be known he will be scheming........

-X joins the improv club because he feels he struggles a lot with making decisions on the fly, but to his surprise hes very great at adapting to other people! zero, who kind of used to think it was a rather silly club, ends up sitting in on some of their performances and finds it quite endearing

-also the first bonding moment X and zero have is when zero notices X hang up a photo of rush on their corkboard and is like: "oh shit i like your dog. i have one too. (shows photo of treble) i mean technically hes my older brothers but hes the only one that cares to make that distinction." X responds immediately full of newfound excitement: "no way, i have an older brother too! well, two of them. and an older sister.... but since i was the last one to leave the house, i always felt like i was taking care of them whenever theyd come back." IMMEDIATE soul bonding over family dynamics ensue

[silverskull]

Chenford + they all find out (what should have happened in 5.13)

THANK YOU ANON, for inspiring me!!! I didn't have anything to add to this ep until your ask got the brainwaves churning. I hope this is somewhat enjoyable for you! As far as I can tell, in 5x13 Lucy wasn’t wearing her ring, Nyla was drinking, and Nolan doesn’t have a record player - but this is The Rookie. If the fans can’t take the same artistic licence with the facts as the writers, then what are we even doing here? I did research Camogie teams in SW USA, and that much is accurate. Songs mentioned in this fic:

Jimmie Rodgers - Secretly

The Romantics - Talking in Your Sleep

***

Nyla had won the battle.

Both sets of parents were taking turns calming their sleeping children, exhausted but unsettled in the unfamiliar surrounds of Nolan’s guest rooms, but still the TV stayed tuned for Nyla. It wasn’t the football game, but some terrifying Celtic sport, women racing across a grass field, armed with carved sticks, almost zero body protection and a ball so small it might as well have been invisible. Lucy and Nyla had become so invested that Tim had to remove himself from the sofa before they conjured their own sticks out of thin air and used his head for practice.

He instead found himself perusing Nolan’s record collection, the soft jazz currently playing on the turntable soothing but boring, and the whiskey gently flowing through his system suggesting something more in the style of a live country recording. The selection of records was so surprisingly wide-ranging that he almost didn’t notice Angela sloping up beside him until she bumped his elbow and swiped the Jimmie Rodgers album out of his hands.

“In the mood for some ballads, huh?”

“Not particularly.” He nodded to her glass, picking out another record at random. “Not in the mood for Bailey’s wine?”

Angela scowled, flicking the album over and skimming the track list.

“I drew the short straw. Driving all the babies home if the power comes back.”

“Right.” He said nothing more, but she glared at him over her glass anyway, and he smirked into his whiskey.

At this point, he’d been around pregnant cops long enough to recognise the signs, particularly in the breakroom: consistent supplies of decaf coffee, unusual varieties of dips in the fridge, and large boxes of Tums stashed in every spare shelf and cupboard. The last clue was Angela turning down Nolan’s wine when Nyla was also not drinking, and making bad excuses to cover for it.

But it wasn’t his secret, and if she needed time, he’d give it to her.

“Work go late at the courts tonight?”

Angela started digging through the records, elbowing him out of her way as she replaced the Jimmie Rodgers and began flicking through the cardboard covers. He smothered a weary sigh.

“Not really. It’s pretty consistent.” Sip of whiskey to disguise the boredom. “Just making the most of the A/C at the station. Plus, I can leave earlier tomorrow if I cross off a few extra files today.”

Having found something that appealed to her, Angela slipped the record out of the cover, again shoving Tim out of her way as she moved to replace the jazz on the turntable.

“Well, it’s doing something for you. You’ve got a whole new pep in your step.” 

Afraid he’d say something incriminating, he turned a grimace into a smile, covering with another drink from his glass. 

“Maybe it’s all the extra sleep you’re getting,” she added. 

Awkward pause. 

“How’s Kojo dealing with the heat?” She didn’t look at him, flipping the glossy record over in her hands as she decided which side to play.

“He’s in daycare. They’ve got a generator and they’re running an overnight special until the power comes back.” At last, something innocuous to talk about.

“Poor little guy.” Angela sympathised.

“‘Poor little guy’? He’s better off than I am! Costs as much to keep him there as it does to stay at the Four Seasons.”

She snorted at him, replacing the jazz and finally dropping the needle onto the new record. Some vaguely recognisable 80s band began clamouring through the speakers with the distinctive drum reverb and slap bass of the decade, melodramatic romance lyrics accompanied by high-pitched analogue synth.

“The things we do for someone we love, huh?” She turned to him with her fists on her hips and a smirk on her lips. He swallowed.

“I…guess?” He glanced quickly out at the room, but Angela blocked him, stepping into his space and punching him softly on the arm.

“I’m not talking about the dog, dummy.”

“Well.. I…” he stuttered lamely, before shaking his head and glowering down at her. “Then what are you implying?”

“Same thing as last time, Pinky,” she answered swifty, leaning in closer and lowering her voice. “You and Lucy.”

Two shivers went through him suddenly - one warm and happy, the other thrilled and jittery. He hadn’t heard anyone link her name to him like that before, and that it was one of the few people he was most eager to tell was sending little pings of excitement throughout his system.

He swallowed nervously, an uncontrolled smile tugging at the corners of his lips and his eyebrows rising in unambiguous surrender to her implication.

Angela’s face changed too - her narrowed eyes widening and the knowing smirk dropping into a little gasp of surprise.

“Wait,” she whispered, grabbing his arm, “You… you’re- seriously?!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, waggling the glass in his hand precariously. “This is amazing! I knew it, I knew it! When did you- wait, what- no, tell me-”

He interrupted her with a shushing motion, jutting his jaw out at the crowded room behind her.

“We haven’t really told anyone yet, okay? Just… just give it some time.” He was grinning now, his eyes catching the sparkle of Lucy’s ring across the room as she ran her fingers through her hair.

“Fine. Fine.” Angela acquiesced with a theatrical sigh. “I won’t say anything. Yet.” She took a gulp from her water glass, clinking it against Tim’s whiskey along the way. “But you and I are going out for drinks ASAP, and you’re gonna tell me everything.”

Tim rolled his eyes at her, turning back to the record collection and making room for Angela to lean in beside him, flicking contentedly through the discs together.

***

“Hurling.”

“Not hockey?”

“Not hockey. But again, this one is camogie.” “Not hurling?”

“Ugh.” Nyla dropped her head wearily onto the back of the couch. “Can’t you just watch it and appreciate the skill?”

Lucy grinned, tapping her ring against her glass of tequila, and turning her attention back to the game on the TV.

“And there’s really nowhere to see it live in LA?”

“Not that I know of. My girlfriend plays down in San Diego. I’ll link you up with her if you wanna check it out sometime.”

“Mmm. That could be nice. Weekend road trip.” Lucy’s mind wandered from the game on the screen to a sunny drive along the coast, winding roads beside the ocean, salt breeze in her hair, and her hand laced across the console with Tim’s, his smile bright and his skin warm against her own.

She had clearly daydreamed too loudly, because when she clicked back into the present, Nyla was gazing over at her, a knowing smirk pinching the dimples in her cheeks.

“Chen. I’d never have reckoned you for a sports fan.”

Lucy could feel the heat rising along her neck, and she covered it with a dip of her head and a sip from her glass.

“I’m cultured! Besides, it turns out I might have some Irish ancestry back along the way…”

“Mm-hmm,” murmured Nyla, evidently not buying it. “Don’t we all.” She sat up straighter and tipped her glass towards the other side of the room, where Tim and Angela were huddled together over Nolan’s record player. “And it’s got nothing at all to do with Bradford’s sudden change of career, or your urgent need to get him back into the thick of things, huh?”

“No!” Lucy answered quickly - far too quickly. She blinked and bit her lip, dropping her eyes cagily to the coffee table in front of them, leaving down her glass and shuffling through the magazines for something to do with her hands.

“Girl.” She could feel Nyla’s eyes boring into the back of her head, and she sighed, taking a minute to compose herself before turning to look over her shoulder. “What makes you think you could ever get away with lying to me?”

Nyla spoke with humour, but there was truth in it too. Not only was she essentially Lucy’s UC mentor, but she was one of the most perceptive detectives Lucy had ever met, and the facts that she had pointed out about them weren’t exactly the paragon of subtlety.

“...Okay.” Lucy whispered at last. Nyla leaned forward, raising her eyebrows and opening her mouth, and Lucy grabbed her wrist hurriedly to silence her. “Okay, but shhh!” 

“I’m ‘shh’, I’m sat!” Nyla argued, gesturing vigorously with her free hand. “Now spill!”

“Well-” Lucy stopped, suddenly stumped, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. “We’re… together. We have been for a while. We just wanted…I guess we just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit. See how things would play out.” “Right,” agreed Nyla, nodding wisely. “And given the game of Career Switcheroo we’ve been playing here tonight, I take it things are going well?”

“Oh my god!” Lucy groaned, gripping Nyla’s arm tightly. “It is amazing, Nyla! I don’t know why it took me so long to realise it, but…” she trailed off, running a hand through her hair as she smiled earnestly at Harper.

“You’re happy,” finished Nyla, chuckling and placing her hand on top of Lucy’s. “And clearly, so is he.” She leaned in close, knocking her forehead lightly against Lucy’s. “I’m really glad for you, you know? Both of you. You deserve this.”

Lucy didn’t think it was possible, but she felt her grin grow even wider, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ at Nyla through her smile.

“Now.” Nyla pulled back, leaving her drink down on the table and rubbing her hands together pragmatically. She glanced quickly across the room at Tim, then leaned in close to Lucy, lowering her voice to a whisper. “This Fuji retirement situation? I think I have an idea…”

***

Unexpected though it had been, it had turned into quite a pleasant evening, and Nolan happily saluted Nyla and James as they swapped out with Wesley for baby-soothing duty.

Wesley sidled up to Angela, who was still guarding the record collection and humming softly to herself. He slipped his arms around his wife’s waist, pulling her into a gentle sway along the rhythm of the music. Angela smiled up at him, pecking him quickly on the lips before tucking her head under his chin and squeezing herself tightly against him.

“Aww… they really are super cute together,” Bailey murmured at his side. “I’m glad things are finally working out for them.”

“Me too.” Nolan agreed, circling his own arm around Bailey’s waist. “Between La Fiera and Elijah - not to mention everything in between - they’ve had it pretty rough.”

Bailey frowned up at him, confused. “Wait, Elijah’s after them now too?”

“Well… yeah?” Nolan paused to think, making sure he had the details straight. “Yeah. Since Wesley cut a deal with him to save Angela - you remember that?”

They both looked over at the couple dancing at the record player, swaying slowly in time with the music, then Bailey snorted loudly.

“I’m not talking about Angela and Wesley!” she laughed, poking him in the ribs. “I’m talking about them. Cuddled up on the couch.”

She tipped her head towards the sofa, the channels on the TV scrolling quickly through a variety of sporting fixtures as Lucy jabbed the remote mercilessly at the screen and Tim tried and failed to pull it from her hands.

Nolan pulled a face. “What, Tim and Lucy? No. No they’re just…”

As he watched, Tim finally got hold of the remote, pulling both it and Lucy into his chest, where she wheezed out a soft chuckle, punching him lightly in the stomach, before curling her feet up under her and nestling comfortably into his side. Tim swapped the remote into his other hand, reaching his free arm across the back of the couch and trailing his fingers down along Lucy’s back and through her loose hair. 

“...Honey?”

Bailey tapped him gently under his chin, and Nolan realised that his jaw had fallen completely open in utter astonishment, and he clamped it shut with a snap, shaking himself out of his stupor. 

“Wait, you really didn’t see that coming?” Bailey was gazing up at him, half amused, half concerned, her eyebrows all but forming a question mark on her face.

“I… I-I…” Nolan stammered, bewildered. “I honestly thought they didn’t even like each other! Tim used to be such an asshole to her, and Lucy did nothing but complain about him all the time. How has this happened?!”

“Oh, honey.” Bailey gave him a look of resigned compassion, pouting at his obvious naivety. “Even since I first met them, he’s always put her before everyone else; and she’s had him completely wrapped around her little finger.” 

“How did I miss this?” he asked, still reeling. Bailey sighed heavily.

“Let’s just say your interpersonal skills lie in empathy and communication rather than gossip, hmm?” she suggested, turning his head away from the living room and back to face her. “And focus on a relationship you do know about?”

“Okay… Okay.” Still somewhat shaken, Nolan looked down at his girlfriend - his fiancée, he corrected himself - and decided that if anyone could take his mind off his failings as an off-duty detective, it was Bailey.

“Okay. But if anyone else in this group starts dating, give me a heads up before they start making out on my couch? Please?”

Bailey chuckled in amusement, and pulled him in for a kiss.

***

“What are you doing?” Tim grumbled, shuffling distractedly in his seat.

“Getting myself comfortable!” Lucy said, digging her fingers further behind his back and into the cushions.

“It feels like you’re trying to give me spinal surgery - again. And I would know.” Tim glowered at her, the way his arm tightened around her shoulder belying his surliness. “Can’t you just settle down and watch the game?”

“I was watching the game - you changed the channel,” she argued, her fingers finally finding the edges of the post-it notes she’d been searching for behind him.

“That was a battle, not a game. And it was over.” Tim corrected her, pointing the remote at the screen for emphasis.

“Well, it was a lot more interesting than watching overly-padded men racing towards another ad break,” she countered.

“Trust Nyla to finally lure you into sports - but only something niche and obscure.”

Having finally tucked the last of the stray post-its securely into her back pocket, Lucy curled her arm around Tim’s back, tickling her fingers against the base of his neck, his hair prickling pleasantly against her fingertips.

She settled against him comfortably, the TV droning on in the background in a buzz of light and colour. The air was cool and his body was warm, and gentle strains of light Latin rumba drifting across from the record player lulled her into a cosy state of drowsiness.

“Hey.” Tim shook her gently, his lips brushing against her forehead. “You wanna get out of here? Go home?”

Lucy blinked sleepily, murmuring into his shoulder, “Power’s not back yet, I’ve set a notification. We’ll have no light.”

Tim grinned, raising his eyebrows playfully. “I happen to know someone who has about three hundred candles. We’ll have plenty of light.”

“Oh yeah?” Lucy was more alert now, sitting up straighter and running her fingers along his chest. “And what about the heat? How are we gonna stay cool?” Tim shrugged. “I was thinking of picking up a bag of ice-cubes along the way. I have a few ideas.” His mischievous grin set off a flurry of butterflies in her tummy, and before she could think twice about it, Lucy had stood, pulling him up off the couch with her and grabbing her duffel bag from beside the record player.

Angela and Wesley stopped dancing to watch them, Wesley politely bemused and Angela with a sly smirk spreading across her face.

“Where’s the fire, Chen?”

“No fire,” Lucy answered airily, “We’re just gonna call it a night.” She grabbed Angela’s hand, pulling her into a sideways hug and whispering into her ear, “Thank you for the assist.”

Angela nodded, silently sliding the crumpled post-its from Lucy’s hand into her own pocket. “No problem.” She grinned at Tim over Lucy’s shoulder. “You two have a good night.”

Tim scowled back at her, marching towards the door and yanking it open briskly as Lucy bade a hurried farewell to Nolan and Bailey.

She threw her bag into the backseat and started the engine quickly, and within three minutes they were on the open road and racing towards Elmhurst Drive and her apartment. The night was still hot, but Lucy knew the heat tingling along her skin had almost nothing to do with the temperature of the sweltering air, and everything to do with the man in the truck ahead of her.

And even as part of her schemed and plotted to clear a path for him from courts to metro, the rest of her shivered in anticipation of yet another night together with him.

Because regardless of where he ended up in the LAPD, she was fast coming to realise that the one place she knew she always wanted him to be was right. 

by. 

her. 

side.

[dragonmuse]

I have decided my prompt! Can I please have Pete, Lucius, and Izzy having a sleepover for some reason? (Maybe the apartment is being fumigated or the carpet is being replaced or something and Pete stays with Luc and Izzy?) Bonus points if one of them makes them all do traditional sleepover stuff. Also feel free to include any of the other Callahan gang!!!

(ook so this prompt was adorable and I started in on it right away and it's uh...a little past ficlet length. enjoy!)

He was halfway through making his lunches for the week when his phone buzzed. It was Lucius’ vibration pattern, two long, one short. Sundays were a weird day for him to be calling. Really calling at all. Lucius preferred to text, even if just to ask if he could call. 

“What’s wrong?” he demanded. 

“Our heat went out,” Lucius groaned, not even pretending everything was fine for a ribbing bit about Izzy’s phone manners. Yikes. “Two hours ago.” 

“Shit.”  It was a frigid night, the kind that burrowed into the bones. “What happened?” 

“Don’t know yet, our landlord is still waiting on the repair tech. Apparently a lot of furnaces are failing with cold snap.” 

“Come over.” 

“Yeah, that’s the plan, but can I bring Pete? John and Frenchie are going to sleep in Roach’s weird second bedroom. Jim and Oluwande offered their futon-” 

“It’s fine, pup.” 

“Oh thank fuck, I really did not want him to be on that shitty futon. Thank you.” 

“Did you eat?” Izzy asked, already mentally ticking over what was in the fridge. 

“We had a lot of soup. Eating hot things was helping. Maybe just put on some decaf?” 

“I can do that.” 

“Kay, we’ll be there in a half hour.” 

Izzy finished his lunch prep, then pushed the coffee table out of the way so they could pull out the bed when they were ready to sleep. Clean linens, blankets and pillows went out onto the coffee table in easy reach. 

What the hell did one else do to prepare for an overnight guest? Last time Pete had slept over, Lucius had taken care of everything because Izzy had been concussed into uselessness.  

Izzy made a pot of decaf. He washed and put away his dishes. Everything was spotless, his cleaning lady had been by just that morning. He stood uselessly in the kitchen, listening to the coffee percolate. 

Izzy: emergency overnight guest. Necessities? 

Mary: clean place to sleep, food and drink if needed, listening ear. Should be fine.  

Izzy: thanks. how’d did Doug’s blondies go over? 

Mary: he’s the king of the bake sale. The president of the PTA hit on him. I had to intervene so he didn’t blush himself to death. 

Izzy: she hit on him in front of you? at a school event? Hilda really is a total waste of space. 

Mary:  I keep telling you. The worst. Your plan is working though. I’ll have her ousted by the end of the year. 

Izzy: good. 

That was when he heard the elevator. Phone back in his pocket, he got down mugs. Pete took sugar, he was pretty sure, so he put that in easy reach too.  

The key turned in the lock and Lucius came in with Pete hot on his heels. Usually, Izzy would expect a hello kiss. Would he still get one? Was that weird just now?

“Hi,” Lucius groaned, crossed the room and kissed him thoroughly. Not weird. Izzy relaxed a few notches. “Thank you. I know this isn’t your favorite.” 

“It’s okay,” he said readily. “There’s decaf. And clean things for the couch when you’re ready for it.” 

“Beautiful,” Lucius sighed and kissed him again, then turned to coffemaker. 

“Hi,” Pete had a duffel bag with him, slung over his shoulder. “We going to kiss hello too? Because I don’t do tongue unless you’re going to put out.” 

“Fuck off, Black,” Izzy huffed out a laugh which made Pete grin, apparently his intent. “Put your shit down and don’t trample my cat.” 

“Like Sweeney will make an appearance?” Lucius scoffed. “He’s probably trying to become one with the floor under your bed already.” 

“Probably,” Izzy agreed. 

“Hello couch!” Pete was saying. “We meet again. I’ve missed your warm embrace.” 

“He wants to replace our living room couch,” Lucius shook his head. “So, you going to go hide with the cat or watch a movie with us?” 

“I have a choice?” 

“You have a choice.” 

Izzy watched Lucius pour coffee, retrieving the small container of whole milk that only existed for him in the first place. This was Lucius’ home.  Pete was a guest, but Lucius could host as easily as Izzy, he realized. He really could just go read in the bedroom and it wouldn’t be that weird. No one would care. Lucius would tease him, but what didn’t Lucius tease him about? 

“What movie?” 

“Babe! What are we watching again?” 

“Uh, depends if I can remember my Hulu password or not. Izzy doesn’t have it,” Pete had the tv on already, flipping through the apps. 

“We don’t?” Lucius glanced at Izzy. 

“Just Netflix.” 

“Huh, I never noticed. Guess because of the cable. Oh, babe! Izzy has cable. Just check on demand!” 

“Cable?” Pete’s eyes went wide. “Wait, does that mean you have HBO?” 

“Yeah, I’m a high fucking roller.” 

“Oh shit,” Lucius groaned. “He’s been trying to get me to watch Game of Thrones forever.” 

“The one with the dragons and tits?” Izzy frowned. 

“That’s what I said. But apparently there’s a plot or something. Save me.” 

Instead, Izzy sat on one of the couch while Lucius after a moment’s hesitation, realized he was in prime position to get the most out of his lifestyle choices for once, dropping his head onto Pete’s lap and his feet onto Izzy’s so he could get his hair pet and his feet rubbed at the same time.  

“I don’t care if this show sucks ass, this is the best day of my life,” Lucius declared. 

“The show doesn’t suck,” Pete rolled his eyes, turning it on. “And you said it was the worst day of your life two hours ago.” 

“I was cold and no one would huddle with me for warmth.” 

“I had to use the bathroom, babe.” 

“Cruel abandonment.” 

Izzy really hoped neither of them noticed the trouble he was having maintaining a neutral facial expression. They were fools, but they were very entertaining ones at the moment. Then the show got underway and Izzy mostly admired the fuckoff huge swords until things got weird. 

“Wait. Aren’t they related?” Lucius asked and Izzy was relieved he didn’t have to be the one to voice it. 

“Oh yeah, it’s a whole thing.” 

Another few minutes and Izzy’s eyes went wide, “Did he just kill that kid?” 

“To keep their secret! Awful right?” 

“That’s so fucking stupid,” Izzy shook his head. “Kids are terrible witnesses, you just pull the little bastard inside and throw a lot of details at him until he gets confused, so he sounds weird when he tries to explain then send him on his way. You kill a kid and everyone is looking for the kid killer. It fucks up the whole thing.” 

“...and it’s bad to kill kids,” Lucius filled in. 

“Well fucking obviously.” 

“How do you watch any kind of tv with him?” Pete asked, with what sounded like awe. 

“It’s awesome,” Lucius grinned. “I learn so many new things.” 

“That’s like the literal plot of the first season.” 

“Yeah, cause no one else could see it coming that offing a kid is a bad idea,” Izzy huffed. 

The show was grim. People were terrible and did terrible things to each other.  Lucius fell asleep halfway through the second episode, apparently as a defense mechanism considering his constant grumbling. 

“Does it stay like this the whole time?” Izzy asked. 

“Uh, mostly? Don’t watch the last season because everyone said it was a let down.” 

“Huh. Not bad,” he decided. “Might watch more.”

“I’ve got a feeling I know who you’ll wind up liking the best,” Pete grinned. 

“Yeah?” Izzy wrinkled his nose. “Who?” 

“No, if I tell you now, you won’t believe me.” 

(It took Izzy two months to work through the show.  

“Okay,” he asked as he spotted Pete on the bench press. “Who did you think would be my favorite?” 

“Jaime Lannister.” 

“How the fuck did you know that?”

“Let’s call it a lucky guess.” 

“Who was yours?” 

“Davos Seaworth.” 

“Yeah, okay, good pick.” ) 

As soon as the noise of the show stopped, Lucius was awake. “Now I’m kind of hungry.” 

“Me too,” Pete stretched. “Soup wasn’t that filling.” 

“Oh! Iz, can we have toddler charcuterie?” 

“What’s that?” Pete blinked. 

“An Izzy special,” Lucius said solemnly. 

“Read is a blabbing brat,” Izzy determined. “But yeah, fine. I could eat too.” 

As soon as he was on his feet, Lucius was too, pulling down plates and cutting up the cheese while Izzy got down the crackers and found the remains of the salami that Pickles routinely devoured like it was going out of style. 

“Strawberries or grapes?” He checked in. 

“Grapes, thanks,” Pete watched them both with a small smile. 

“What?” Izzy set down a plate in front of him. 

“Nothing. It’s just nice, that’s all. Don’t get to see you two being all domestic.” 

“Is it domestic if one of us isn’t fully domesticated?” Lucuis teased. 

“You’ll get the hang of not biting eventually,” Izzy muttered and Pete barked out a laugh. 

“Mean, so mean,” Lucius said around his own giggles. “And you wouldn’t want me to, anyway.”  

The final plate looked almost like it was actually for adults, if Lucius hadn’t arranged the salami into eyes and the cheese into a lopsided smile. 

“Why?” Izzy asked, aggrieved. 

“So I can do this,” Pete picked up one salami eye and replaced it with a grape, “He’s a pirate now! Salami is an eyepatch.” 

Izzy rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. 

“Adorable,” Lucius deemed and started in on the cheese. “Oh, hey, babe, I can show you that cute pharmacy I always tell you about in the morning.” 

“Which one?” Izzy blinked. 

“You know that one that’s all old timey and does the nice window displays.” 

“It’s just not owned by a massive chain,” Izzy shrugged. “Not really sure how they managed that.” 

“It’s family-owned and the family owns the whole building,” Lucius picked up a cracker. “The girl with the Marilyn Monroe piercing, who works the register, told me when I asked.” 

“Cool, I’ve got some things I could pick up,” Pete said. 

“Wait that’s what that piercing is called?” Izzy caught up with the rest of Lucius’ statement. “Why?” 

“Cause Marilyn Monroe had a mole there and people have thought it was cool for forever, apparently.” 

“Isn’t that painful?” 

“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one who got bathtub tattoos.” 

“Come on,” Pete’s eyebrows went up. “You didn’t get your tattoos done in a bathtub?” 

“No,” Izzy said primly, suddenly very interested in the cheese. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, a bathtub might’ve been too practical,” Lucius rolled his eyes. “Bathroom floor, obviously better.” 

“That was just the dagger,” he muttered. 

“But you’re such a clean freak!” Pete protested. 

“I was younger. Probably dumber. Definitely drunker.” 

“My entire world no longer makes sense,” Pete said mournfully and finished eating his salami. 

Lucius phone buzzed and he took it out, “Okay, so apparently the furnace blew...something. Anyway, they can get someone in to fix it tomorrow. So lucky you, goblin, just a hot one night stand.” 

“If they get the part,” Izzy pointed out. “Either way. It’s fine.” 

“Even though I’m exposing all your literally dirty secrets?” 

“Yes, pup,” he touched Lucius’ wrist with a single finger, a brief point of contact. “Pete told me you two talk about me a long time ago. Figured I didn’t have many of those kinds of secrets left.” 

“Pete!” 

“What?” Pete asked around around a cracker. “Don’t you talk about me to him?” 

“I mean, yeah, obviously,” Lucius frowned. “But I figured that was an open secret kind of thing where we don’t acknowledge it.” 

Pete shrugged, “It’s not like you’re blabbing the important stuff.” 

“Yeah,” Izzy agreed. “Probably be fucking weird if you never mentioned us to each other.” 

“Wait.” Lucius took a step back and looked between them. “You totally gossip about me when you’re being all tough and manly at the gym, don’t you?” 

“No,” they said in unison and it took everything in Izzy not to turn and glare at Pete for the distinct panic in his voice. 

“Oh my god, how did I never realize that,” Lucius considered then beamed. “That’s so fucking cool. I know it’s not sex stuff because Izzy would rather die, so it’s gotta be cute other shit. Do you complain about me?” 

Pete wisely said nothing and let Izzy handle that one with his interrogation-trained blankness, “Never.” 

“Oooooh you do!” Lucius giggled. “Wow. Amazing.” 

“You’re happy about that?” Pete checked. 

“I mean, obviously I’m flawless and amazing, but I have been told by some people in this very room that I have a few irritating habits. If you two bitch at each other about them instead of at me, I think that’s a win-win.” 

Izzy turned fractionally to stare at Pete until he went wide eyed and gave a nod. The truth would never be known:  That they pretty much never managed to really complain because the complaints turned to endearment almost immediately. Lucius was too...Lucius for them to work up much shared annoyance. If they mostly just talked about how much they liked him and then agreed the conversation was untenable in its sickly sweetness and changed topics, that was their business. 

“Sure, we all win, sweetie,” Pete managed to say with a mostly straight face. Good enough. 

“You know if this is just one night, then it’s basically a sleepover,” Lucius pointed out, apparently done gnawing on that conversational bone for now. “We should do sleepover stuff?” 

“Like what?” Pete grinned. “Gonna have a pillow fight? Do each other’s nails?” 

“Play truth or dare?” Lucius suggested with an equally playful grin. 

“None of that ends well for me,” Izzy determined. 

“What do you mean?” Lucius lifted his eyebrows. 

“Either my pillows get fucked or I accidently give one of you a black eye. I wind up with nail polish on and Eddy gives me the business for the next 500 years. And the two of you have no fucking shame, so it would be easy to gang up on me for truth or dare with you would absolutely do.” 

“...yeah, that’s true,” Pete conceded. “We really would.” 

“Aw, no fun,” Lucius gusted out a sigh. “What do people even do at sleepovers if they’re not fucking?” 

“When I was a kid, mostly we kind of tortured each other,” Pete considered. “Whoever fell asleep first got covered in marker and we put their hands in warm water or shaving cream or something.”

“Don’t think I did a lot of them,” Izzy turned over memories. “Yeah, no. Stay out all night when I was older, but not sleepovers.” 

“What’d you just roam the city streets?” Pete asked.

“Sure. Still shit, break windows. One guy I knew was pretty good with spray paint.” 

“Hooligan,” Lucius deemed. “Sounds fun. You never got picked up?” 

“Nah. We’d just scatter if we saw a cop car. They didn’t bother trying after a block or two to really nail us.” 

“What about you, babe? Sleepovers?” 

“No,” Lucius popped a piece of cheese in his mouth. “When I was younger Mom wouldn’t let me and once we were teenagers, didn’t have any guy friends and girls weren’t allowed to have me stay the night.” 

They were all quiet for a minute. 

“Wait!” Pete set down the cracker sandwich he’d been building. “Do you think that pharmacy is open now?” 

“Yeah, they go until midnight,” Izzy said. “But it’s just a store.” 

“Okay, sure, but one of the things we used to do was take like a few dollars and go to the corner store and see who could buy the coolest thing for less than five bucks.” 

“How small was your town?” Izzy asked incredulously. 

“Shut up. Small,” Pete huffed. “But it’s fun. Come on.” 

“Make it ten,” Lucius grinned. “You know that nothing costs five dollars anymore.” 

Which was how Izzy found himself in a pharmacy after ten o’clock at night, without actually needing emergency medical supplies for the first time in years.  He hadn’t really thought much about what a place this sold that wasn’t advil, but as he went up and down the aisles there was a surprising amount of food. Pete had located a toy section and poking delightedly at some truly hideous stuffed animals. Lucius was standing in front of a wall of school supplies, apparently already having forgotten what they’d set out to do as he studied a set of colored pencils with his eyebrows knit together. 

Izzy left them to it and went to where he’d been planning to go since Pete suggested the whole ridiculous idea anyway.  He faced the display, gave a resigned sigh and picked up the item. Truly he had left behind any shred of dignity he’d once desperately clung too in the Revenge’s alleyway. 

He bought his item first by a long shot and took his bag outside to wait. Pete came out, looking pleased with himself. 

“Who’s going to judge this shit?” Izzy realized. 

“Eh, there’s usually an obvious winner.” 

“Seems like a way to start an argument.” 

“Oh, probably. We can dial a friend to tiebreak if we need to. Everyone is probably still awake.” 

Izzy was usually already in bed at this time unless he was waiting up for Lucius. Revenge people ran on a different time zone, he figured.  Lucius drifted out a few minutes later and they wound up back where they’d started, with the already much depleted cheese platter once more under attack. 

“Your idea, babe, you go first,” Lucius declared. 

“Look at this baby,” Pete pulled out a very small plastic trashcan with a bright label. “Trashbot!” 

“What’s that?” 

“It’s a bot made of things found in the trash, but it’s a surprise which one you get,” he handed it to Izzy. 

“Why?” He turned it over in his hands. It rattled a little, making its contents known. 

“Fun. It’s a toy. You put it together, it’s a surprise, and it’s probably got a pun name.” 

Izzy handed it off to Lucius, who also shook it, “I never got the garbage obsession. Garbage Can Kids were a thing when I was middle school too.” 

“Gross stuff was the best,” Pete sighed, taking it back from him. “Let me build it, you’ll see. What’d you get babe?” 

“Kind of also went the kid way,” he pulled out a box of markers, familiar in their bright yellow and green packaging. Then he pulled out the little notebook/sketchpad he tended to keep on him. “I always wanted these.” 

“Markers?” Pete asked dubiously. “You definitely had markers.” 

“Not these.” Lucius pulled out the purple, uncapped it and pressed down. When he pulled up there was a little paw print. “Stampers!” 

“Are they all animal prints?” Izzy regarded the box, already guessing who’s hands those would wind up in. Pickle would be delighted. 

“Hearts, stars, other little things,” Lucius made a convincing trail of paw prints. “Look how cute!” 

“Very,” Pete agreed, as he worked the plastic off his toy. “Izzy?” 

He set the bag down and without comment pulled out a single glass bottle of nail polish (black because black was still cool and he did have a tiny sliver of dignity left maybe). 

“Awww!” Lucius snatched it up. “Izzy wins.” 

“Misdirection,” Pete accused. 

“Eddy already gives me a hard time and probably won’t stop until both of us are dead,” Izzy shrugged. “So it’s still true.” 

“I get to do yours?” Lucius bounced on his feet. 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

It didn’t look bad, actually. It did mean they wound up watching something else why they dried. Pete didn’t get his done, but only because he apparently had to put on pressons tomorrow for his act so they’d only get ruined. He did do Lucius’ for him and they looked good on him too.  

Izzy cracked a yawn halfway through whatever movie it was that Lucius had picked out to watch during those goings on. 

“Head to bed,” Lucius elbowed him. “I’ll get the food.” 

“Yeah,” he touched one nail gingerly and found it dry. “Night, pup. Pete.” 

He got to his feet and used the restroom. The flashes of black while he brushed his teeth were distracting , but not bad. When he walked into his bedroom, he found Lucius sitting on the bed. 

“Thought you’d take the couch. Pete’s night.” 

“I am,” Lucius reached for him and Izzy walked right into the circle of his arms. “But I wanted a kiss good night. The good kind and I figured you’d want privacy.” 

“Yeah,” he breathed out than leaned down to get the very long, detailed kind of kiss that sometimes signaled the end of their evenings, but more often started them off. “Good night, pup.” 

Lucius dusted another kiss over Izzy’s cheek, gently pushed him back and stood. “Good night, goblin. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

And it was weirdly not that weird to watch him leave and listen to him and Pete talk in the other room. It was fine to turn off the light and get under the covers, knowing they were both still awake and his bed would stay empty.  It would’ve been empty tonight anyway, but he’d gotten kissed and there’d been conversation and company. It wasn’t so bad. 

“Mew,” Sweeney jumped up onto the bed and started kneading the spot by Izzy’s feet where he usually slept. 

Izzy fell asleep even with the little noises in the other room. In the morning, Pete just walked to the gym with him and Read (who made lots of sympathetic noises upon hearing about the furnace) and it wasn’t that different from days they met up there.  

When he got to work, Jim zeroed on his hands almost immediately. They grinned. 

“Have a fun sleepover, boss?” 

“No thanks to you and your piece of shit futon.” 

“Why do you think I have a piece of shit futon?” They rolled their eyes. “Looks good, any way.” 

It wasn’t like it became a thing or anything. But maybe once and a while, Izzy would crack open the bottle on his own. The smell held good memories now.

[madddddy]

Here are some random Marvel hc's I've thought up:

One time on a mission, Vision ended up in the water, and while he was fine, Peter, Wanda, Pietro, and Tony still threw rice at him

Peter has crashed into the windows of the tower mulitple times

Nat is a secret softy. She loves stuffed animals and her favorite color is pink. The only person who knew this died from unexplained circumstances

Clint once got trapped in the vents for 2 days after Tony needed to do maintenance on them and didn't know Clint was in them (he did know but did it anyways)

Steve is a great chef but can't bake to save his life, yet Bucky can bake amazingly but once burnt water trying to make boxed Mac and cheese

Thor once ate so many pop tarts that he got sick, threw up, and then proceeded to eat more pop tarts

Bruce was once so tired he lost his glasses, which were resting on top of his head. He has also used his phones flashlight to look for his phone

Clint and Bucky got banned from the local fair after they won all the prizes in the shooting games

Tony and Bruce once tried to take over the world in the lab after they had been awake for 72 hours

Peter once snuck in a puppy he found on patrol and it took all of them bar Nat 4 days to figure it out. Tony tried to tell Peter he couldn't keep it but Peter whipped out the puppy dog eyes. Her name is Sadie and she's best friends with Bucky's cat Alpine.

If you ask, Rhodey will tell you embarrassing stories about Tony in college, but you have to give him something in return (ex: cookies)

Clint once replaced all the coffee in the tower with decaf. Tony cried. Steve was confused but still drank it. Bruce doesn't drink coffee so it didn't affect him. Nat just rolled her eyes. And Thor doesn't need coffee.

It took Tony months to get them to hand him things, and when the first time it happened (Steve handed him a pen), everyone froze, before continuing like nothing happened.

One summer Tony contacted Harley and flew him out to New York and didn't tell Peter, who was also staying the summer, so Peter walked in, saw a cute southern guy, turned redder than his suit and walked out without saying a word.

Peter has accidentally revealed his identity to everyone by walking on the ceiling when he thought he was alone or getting startled so much he jumped up to the ceiling.

Peter is allergic to peppermint as a side effect to the spider bite, which he found out at Christmas time when he went to eat a candy cane and threw up.

Sam once waited for an hour watching Steve go for a run before he sped up, passed him on the left yelling "ON YOUR LEFT" causing Steve to laugh so hard he fell

When Sam gets super upset, his New Orleans accent comes out and the only person who can understand him is Nat, and she won't translate

Despite what everyone thinks, Steve has the worst potty mouth of them all. Bucky one told a story about how one day when he came down to the boat docks he was swewring so much the sailors were blushing. He also comes up with the most creative swear words.

[yehsahihai]

Late nights-2

I wrote a whole ass part 2 to my dhruva fic because this man has waayyyy too much of a chokehold on me

Dhruva’s feet padded softly on the marble floor, a force of habit more than any other reason. The office was practically deserted, he knew. It had become almost a ritual now, whenever the office was empty and it was just y/n and him, one of them would get coffee for the other and themself. 

He smiled to himself giddily as he walked, thanking whichever god had taken pity on him and made his relationship with y/n bloom. He knew they were definitely more than friends, but he also knew this was brand new. Also the fact that he couldn’t control the butterflies in his stomach because of her immensely toughened things for him.

Using his elbow knock on her door, he waited outside her cabin, hoping she’d open it quickly. Frowning slightly when the door wasn't opened, even aftern a minute of knocking, he slowly pushed it open.

“Y/n? You there or-”

Oh, ohhhhh. His heart fluttered slightly as he saw her asleep on her desk, files still scattered around her. Dhruva checked the clock on the wall beside him, noting how it was almost 1 in the morning. Setting the mugs down he walked over to her. 

He almost felt remorseful for wanting to wake you up; it was the most relaxed he had seen you in probaby weeks. No scrunched up brows, pressed lips, worried expressions. Just complete and utter peace. Sighing slightly,  he tapped her shoulder softly. As relaxed as she was right now, Dhruva knew from unfortunate first hand experience that office chairs and desks were some of the worst places to sleep on. You’d probably wake up with most of your joints sore and a crick in your neck. 

“Y/n? Y/n hey? Wake up.”

You jolted awake, at the sound of someone’s voice, hand almost swinging to hit the person, before realising it was just Dhruva. 

Raising his hands, he said,“Easy. It’s just me.”

Shaking her head slightly, y/n straightened up fully, letting out a small yawn. Still groggy, she replied, “What’s up?”

Raising one eyebrow at that, he almost scoffed as he said, “What’s up is that it’s one in the morning and you’re still here. You should go home and sleep. I’ve been watching you work yourself to the ground for the past few days.”

“Oh come on. I’m fine and-”

 “-oohhh”, Her eyes practically lit up as she saw the coffee he’d gotten, moving to grab a cup. 

“Tch, tch, tch. No. No more coffee for you.”

“Dhruva, give me the cup. I have to finish off all of this work.”

Dhruva rolled his eyes at that, setting both cups far away from the desk before walking back to her desk. 

“What you need is a solid 8 hours of sleep. You’re basically shutting down at this point. Come on. I’ll drop you home.”

What the hell was going on? Crossing her arms over her chest she replied, “Absolutely not. I-”

“DHRUVA WHAT THE HELL, PUT ME DOWN!!”

Y/n was dumbfounded. The absolute audacity of this man, he’d hauled her out of her chair and was carrying her out of the office.

“Dhruva put me-”

“Woman I swear to all the gods up above, I will replace all your coffee with decaf if you even attempt to go back now.”

Eyes widening at his threat, she almost snarled, “You wouldn’t dare.”

Dhruva looked at her, brows perfectly arched, deadpanning, “Try me.”

“I-”, she was abruptly cut off by a massive yawn that had her slumping against him. She felt the slight vibrations in the bastard’s chest as he said, “You were saying?”

She was practically slurring her words together, but impressively managed to say, “Bitch you try me. You try and give me decaf and watch.”

Dhruva was beaming at this point. She really was adorable, completely melting into him as she tried to threaten him. Fondly rolling his eyes he said, “Terrifying.”

Getting to his car, he helped her into the passenger seat, noting the way she was already halfway to a very deep sleep. Closing the door softly, he got in from his own side before starting off.

“You know I will get you back for this.”

“Raanisaheba you can get me back for this all you want once you actually rest.”

 She crossed her arms over her chest as she pouted slightly. Dhruva did let out a small laugh at that. 

“What if I just work online?”

He bit his lip for a second. Y/n saw a shit-eating grin come onto his face as he said, “You know I still have the vido of you trying to kiss me?”

Y/n gasped in shock before hitting him. “It was one time!! And I was drunk! And you promised you’d never bring that up again!”

“Wait so if you weren’t drunk, you wouldn’t have wanted to kiss me?”

Y/n groaned, burying her face in her hands as she spluttered, “No- I mean yes- I mean- Stop diverting the topic! Anyways why were you in office so late?”

Dhruva faltered for a minute, trying to concoct a lie, before giving up. He muttered, almost low enough for her to miss “I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

Both of them sat in silence for a while, before she said, “Thanks for waiting. I hate being alone.”

He glanced over at her, before smiling briefly. “Anytime.”

Pulling up in front of her building, Dhruva got out to open her door. She stepped out sluggishly before looking up and groaning. 

“What?”

She fell against him, head on his shoulder. “I do not have the energy to go up there. At all.”

“Hmmm.”He bent down to hook one arm under her knees as he lifted her up.

 “Dhru-Dhruva what?”

“You said you didn’t have the energy. I’m making it easy for you.”

“You are too full of energy for this late at night.”

“Well unlike somebody I don’t pile up my work.”

She swatted at his chest, as her cheeks grew warm. “I hate you sometimes.”

He looked at her, crinkling his nose, still happy as he replied, “No you don’t.”

“No I don’t”, came the acquiescence. 

The lift was quiet as they got in, her having fallen asleep, him used to moving soundlessly. Standing in front of her apartment, he again had to wake her up. 

“Y/n how do I open the door?”

“There’s a pin. It’s either 1928 or 1922.”

Amused he asked, “The UPSC prep never left your head huh?”

She matched her smile to his as she said, “Maybe, maybe not.”

Stepping into the house Dhruva almost out her down, stopping when she whined and clung to him. “I am not going to walk. You have to take me the rest of the way too.”

“Eager to get me into your bedroom?”

Y/n  looked up at him with an expression that practically screamed “Are you for real right now?”

Shaking his head in surrender he said, “Alright bad joke. Sorry.”

Setting her down on her bed, he turned to leave, stopping as he felt a hand grasping hs wrist. 

“Stay?”

“I-” Wonderful. His brain function had stopped. 

Pulling out the puppy eyes she said, “Please?”

He now totally understood how love turned people stupid. Ndding he took off his shoes before sliding down under the blanket. Y/n let out a small sigh of contentment as she curled up against him, feeling his arms enveloping her. 

“You’re a great cuddle buddy.”

Dhruva pressed a small kiss to her hair as he replied, “Only for you”

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[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Coffee and Tea

He walked into the bullpen clutching a cardboard tray that held four to-go cups. He passed one to Esposito as he walked past, placing another on Ryan's desk.

He swaggered over to their desk, grinning from ear to ear. He was in a good mood. A very good mood.
"Good morning, Detective." He placed one cup in front of her, keeping the last one for himself, and tossed the tray into the garbage.

She rolled her eyes, bringing the cup up to her mouth to hide the smile she couldn't hold back. "Someone is very chipper this morning."

He lowered himself into his chair, leaning across the desk. "I'm feeling very optimistic."

"Gates is in a meeting, but I'm going to talk to her as soon as she is done. Let's see how optimistic you're feeling then."
Even her 'glass half empty' attitude couldn't ruin his mood. Soon enough, their relationship wouldn't be a secret anymore. They had decided that they would deal with whatever consequences would come. Ready or not, today was the day.

She twisted the cup in her hand until the small opening lined up with her lips. She had been craving coffee all morning and her mouth salivated in anticipation. She sucked back the hot liquid, her eyes widening with surprised recognition. She sputtered, choking on the mouthful of steaming hot tea, forcefully swallowing it.

"Tea? Seriously Castle?"

"I figured you would have known it wasn't coffee." He apologised... kind of. The tone was right... the words, not so much.

"You've been getting me decaf?" She questioned the sudden change in routine.

"You hate decaf." He countered, instantly.

"But... coffee." She looked deflated. Exhausted. Radiant. But that last one could just be his own personal bias.

He sighed, taking the cup from her hands and replacing it with his own. "Tomorrow I'll get you decaf."

She smiled wickedly as she brought the cup to her face, inhaling the unmistakable scent of coffee. Fully caffeinated, with a shot of caramel syrup... heaven.

Her face dropped and she swapped the cups back with a heavy sigh. "Only six more months... I can do it." She scrunched her nose as she took another sip.

"Detective Beckett," Gates poked her head out of her office, gaining their attention. "You wanted to see me?"

She gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as she walked off. He could feel the tension enter his body through her fingertips. She was afraid - afraid of the unknown. Afraid of how Gates would react. Afraid of losing her partner. Afraid of things changing.

But things were going to change, whether she liked it or not. In big ways. In every way. And while that thought terrified her, she was also excited for this next chapter. More excited than she ever thought she would be. It was something she honestly didn't picture for herself. But with him by her side, she was ready to embrace it. Parenthood.

[steamishot]

eventful pt 2

saturday was a rainy day and my one day to do “nothing” at home. it’s really cold in the house when its cold outside. we only have one heater that’s situated in the living room and would either have to get a space heater or open the doors to our bedrooms for the heat to come in. i did some work for my day job that i was procrastinating on. 

sunday, i was going to take my parents out to the great white at larchmont village for a breakfast. however, due to a power outage, the restaurant was closed. instead, i took them to bluestone lane 5 minutes away. i used my inkind credit and got the breakfast for free basically ($50 credit). later that day, i met up with matt’s family to eat DTF. their family usually doesn’t like DTF because it’s pretty small portions and not very filling. matt needed to eat cleaner/healthier and knew i love to eat DTF each time i’m back in town, so we opted for that. 

dynamics feel like they’re going back to two years ago, when the mom was nice. she gifted me a new old coach crossbody bag when she saw that my purse was a similar style. i had some quality time with her showing her how to make imovie videos on her phone. in retrospect, it seems like she was jealous (?) that matt was spending what seemed like a lot of time with me during residency and he had limited time/energy for her, so she complained more often and was (passive) aggressive. 

this time, we also got to meet M, T’s girlfriend. they’re like 18-20 years old and so cute.

monday was when i sat my ass down and caught up with work that i’ve been neglecting. i met up with my older friends M & J for shabu shabu dinner. the prices are so good for the quality in LA. we ate dinner and then hung out for a bit afterwards at a nearby starbucks. i’ve realized i’ve become a coffee > milk tea person now. there’s just too many variables with milk tea that could go wrong (i’m particular about the level of sweetness and intensity of tea) that i prefer now just going to coffee shops. also, coffee shops have non-caffeinated or decaf options that i enjoy. 

M is in the process of separating from her husband/moving back to her parent’s house. it’s been a long time coming for her, and a really tough thing to do. they have been having similar ongoing issues for at least five years where her husband feels obligated to live under the same roof as his parents (and thereby she does too) though it’s not beneficial for their relationship, and he does not/will not budge. i don’t know the details of their relationship - i.e. finances, and what exactly makes the most financial sense/what they’re able to afford, what she has actually attempted to change things, etc. though i see a little bit of myself in her, where we are able to sacrifice for our partners and hope it is reciprocated in the future. it is an uneasy feeling to think that after years of sacrifice, your partner will not budge. 

tuesday, i took my mom and grandma out to great white for the brunch i was initially planning on having with my parents. the food was good. unfortunately i made a dumb boo-boo and misinterpreted my meter. where i parked, there were two meters, one to either side of the head of the car. i stupidly looked at the wrong meter (i don’t know how to do LA anymore?) and assumed i was fine, only to come back to a damn parking ticket. i also got a haircut that day in chinatown with my mom’s company. flew out that night around 11:30pm. 

on the path to being healthier: since sunday feb 20, matt has completely cut off coffee AND he is functioning fine replacing it with tea. this is great because it saves him/us a lot of money. it was a huge lightbulb moment for me. i’ve been pushing him to do yoga, meditate, exercise more, go to therapy to ease his anxiety while ignoring this huge thing that he is excessively feeding his body everyday. on top of caffeine, it’s the horrible but good tasting food we’ve been eating all the time. we’ve also cut out fried and spicy foods. who knew what you consumed affects your body/mind... lol 

i was at my heaviest at 118 just recently, which i thought was a good healthy weight, since i’ve always struggled with weight gain. i also started consuming more desserts/sweets. before, things used to be “too sweet” or “too fattening” for me (which may be my subconscious thinking sugar/fat = bad). but i’m glad that i’m being more open to eating everything in general instead of being overly picky and then becoming scrawny as a result. now i feel like our diet is veering towards my preference of food. i almost wanted to order desserts today, but chose not to in order to be on this healthy diet with matt. 

[maximuswolf]

Bruvi vs Nespresso?

Bruvi vs Nespresso? Hi all.I am considering replacing our Keurig (yuck) with one of the following two options. Links are not affiliated.https://ift.tt/a1GwmAN little background.My college-age daughter, who is Autistic, uses our Keurig all day long. She likes Donut Shop-style coffee. She likes the Keurig because it's simple and she can manage it herself. She does microwave her coffee because she likes hers HOT.I used to make 1-3 pots of coffee daily in my Technivorm 59616 KBG (I wouldn't always consume an entire pot) . I would grind my beans in my Breville Smart Grinder Pro. She would drink that coffee if I made it.However...I had bariatric surgery 7 weeks ago. I weaned myself down to decaf prior to surgery. After surgery, however, I barely have a taste for coffee. I can only drink about 1/4 of a cup at a time before it gets cold, and I'm not a fan of microwaving my coffee. Cup warmers curdle my half and half. I waste coffee more than before.I am interested in getting a better pod coffee system. I hate the Keurig. I'm not a fan of pour overs. I just want a soothing, quality flavor coffee so that I can enjoy the small amount I can take in at a time.I'm very techy, and more of an early adopter, so the tech on the Bruvi appeals to me. Both Nespresso and the Bruvi seem to have good reviews. Drawbacks are similar -- you have get pods from their respective manufacturers, decaf options are limited, etc.I also realize that pod coffee will always have detractors in general. Nespresso is the tried and true brand, but I've never tried their coffee. I do want coffee, not espresso.I was wondering if anyone had experience with the Bruvi, or had feedback in general.Thank you for reading. Submitted February 14, 2023 at 10:09AM by AMom2129 https://ift.tt/nuQ7gfs via /r/Coffee

[youmightaswell]

Die

PROLON: The PRO-lons and CON-lons of doing the 5-day fast

At the beginning of this week [Ginger Snap] and I started on our five-day Prolon medical fast journey. She has done it before and detailed it on her diary recently. Go there to learn more about her previous experiences with Prolon.

Basically it is a five-day fast consisting of soups, teas, crackers, olives and bars. It is supposed to reset your system, detox and hopefully make you lose a few pounds. Because she did it post-chemo and felt it lift her brainfog, I thought it might be good for me. I suffer from a post-Lyme immune disorder. The auto-immune disease I have is very painful; my own body attacks my body - mostly my nerves and brain.

The first day actually gives you a lot of food. There are bars, olives, amazing kale crackers, etc. I felt fine. The second day drastically reduces the amount you consume. It is replaced by a liquid supplement you add to water or tea.

A bit about the food: The bars – chocolate and breakfast bars – are tasty. The teas are regular herbal varieties: spearmint, spearmint lemon and hibiscus. The soups in the original version are: Minestrone, Minestrone Quinoa, Tomato and Vegetable. I found the taste of the Minestrone good, but the ones with quinoa were difficult. They required 15 minutes of cooking to soften the quinoa but then the soup would get thick and pasty. The quinoa remained sort of hard. These soups are very artificial tasting – basically like old-school Cup o’Soup. I hated the tomato because it tasted like watery tomato sauce. I also disliked the Vegetable because the freeze-dried veggies never got soft.

However, my kit gave me four bonus soups so I could switch out any I didn’t like and try new flavors. Out of those the black bean was amazing. It also came with mushroom soup and squash. The squash was the blandest.

[Ginger Snap] had said she found all the soups rather flavorless so she spiced them up with Old Bay Seasoning (this is allowed). I didn’t feel the need to spice any up except the squash. I used Togarashi.

You are allowed one large iced decaf or hot coffee per day. I put my Prolon liquid supplement in my iced decaf. That comes in two flavors: Berry or Orange. Both were fine but tasted fake. The coffee helped drown out the flavor.

By the end of the second day I was weak and ditzy. It didn’t help that I chose that day to clean out a closet, which sounds like it wouldn’t be taxing, but was. It took me nearly eight hours to take everything out, try everything on, get rid of two huge pages of stuff and then replace and fold things into the closet. I was exhausted and couldn’t get my thoughts together properly. (I still have piles of stuff in my living room that do not fit in the closest. I needed to order more hangers and also need to clean out the next closet in the hopes I can find room in there for the errant clothing. Sadly, I did not have the energy to tackle that while on the fast.)

By that night I had massive cravings. All I could think about was things I love: Indian Curry, chocolate cake, and pasta. Oddly, I began craving things I don’t even like: McDonald’s (I don’t eat this), grilled cheese…

My body was in so much pain – every joint and muscle hurt and I felt inflammation everywhere – that I couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t really hungry. I was just in pain. I think this is unusual. [Ginger Snap] never experienced any pain at all. So I think this is specific to my own immune issues.

By Day 3 – your food is even more drastically reduced – I was confused, weak and in even more pain. I am stubborn though. I researched and it said if you are really starving you can have a cucumber or stalk of celery. I had celery with salt. On this day [Ginger Snap] said all her brain fog lifted, she had energy and clarity. I didn’t.

By the end of the third day I was no longer hungry. I was obsessed with watching food on IG, tv and reading cookbooks, but really had no appetite. I was super depressed. Food is one of the things that makes me the happiest and without it I was sad. My body felt a bit better but still hurt.

On the fourth day I laid low. I wished I could have olives on the kale crackers but you only get both the first day. I was fine, but still sad and achy.

[Ginger Snap] was working, standing on her feet for four hours and seemed fine.

By this time what I noticed is my face looked GREAT. My face looked thin and angular. My stomach was totally debloated. I’m relatively thin, but all my weight is in my mid-section. It was still not thin but definitely not poofy.

I was still the same size but my clothing felt better.

I went to visit a friend and we happened upon an Auntie Anne’s in a mall. It’s one of my favorite things and something I only get access to at the airport on certain flights. I always load up on pretzel bites dipped in caramel sauce and an almond pretzel. It’s one of the thrills of flying!

Anyway, I was shocked there was one in the WTC mall and was so sad I could not have any. I nearly cried thinking of the watery pasty soup that awaited me. It also didn’t help that NYC got a cold front and I was freezing 24/7. All I could do was obsess over Auntie Anne’s. (I still am.)

Yesterday was the last day. I had a big writing assignment and couldn’t get my thoughts together. I also had to go out in the cold and walk a long way to do an errand. I was miserable. Every step hurt. My joints were on fire.

By last night I was in so much pain – not hungry at all though– I ate a small tin of octopus. It was 150 calories with no sugar or carbs so I knew I’d still be in ketosis and it wouldn’t disrupt the 800 calories for that day that much. It took a while but I felt a bit better.

The fast advises the day you break your fast – Day 6 today – to eat light and clean to ease back into normal eating. I ordered an egg white veggie omelette and added half and half to my iced decaf. About an hour after eating I started feeling a bit more rejuvenated. I am still achy but definitely more animated. I plan on eating a spaghetti squash with tomato sauce for lunch and probably more eggs and veggies for dinner. I was craving protein all day yesterday so assume my body needs it.

Prolon suggests doing it once a month for three months. I was planning on doing it the first week of December before my trip to Mexico in mid-Dec because I want to be thin in my bikini and will eat a ton of amazing things on that trip. I also wanted to detox after Thanksgiving gluttony. However, now I’m unsure I can do that so soon.

I’ll see how I feel eating normally for the next week before I decide.

[Ginger Snap] didn’t even feel the need to break the fast this morning. She just headed out with a fast bar and was fine. So I think everyone will have vastly different experiences. Or maybe I’m just completely defective.

[hintofelation99]

The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

——————

Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

------

Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

------

Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

------

Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

------

Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

------

Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

------

Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

------

Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

------

Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

------

Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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[glimmerglanger]

Soooo…….HotR Codywan proposal snippet if you’re still taking requests? I feel like they’d be absolute saps about it and I am Soft

OOOOOH! Oh! They're going to be SUCH saps, fair warning! Let's have some family time and sweetness and a proposal on this fine Friday morning! (No spice in this snippet, only SWEET).

~~~~~~~

Autumn slipped away, eventually, and Cody wasn’t sorry to see it go. Ben’s civil case wrapped up towards the end of the season, leaving him with enough funds to cover the memorial costs for his uncle and some extra, besides.

Mostly, he knew Ben put the money towards his school expenses and loans, though he also insisted on paying half when they bought a new bed for Cody’s place, replacing the one they’d broken so impressively.

Winter brought with it true cold, the dropping temperatures no longer teasing at freezing. Often, the sun didn’t rise until long after Cody was already up and working, but he was used to that.

And he had someone warm to curl up with in bed after a long and chilly day, burying his nose against the back of Ben’s neck so many nights.

Ben mostly slept over at the ranch, though he’d kept the apartment. He said, when they discussed it again, that he thought he ought to at the least keep it until the end of the school year. He’d stayed there through most of his work during finals, but….

But, in general, he went to sleep beside Cody and woke up beside Cody. In general, he was there, sharing meals just the two of them or with the rest of the family, going to the triplet’s games, or taking Anakin for walks with Boba.

He was there on New Year’s Eve, watching with a bemused expression as Boba and the triplets helped Jango load fireworks into the back of the four-wheeler.

“Aren’t fireworks...generally a summertime thing?” Ben asked, leaning against the porch as they loaded up box after box.

“New Years is during the summer where I grew up,” Val said, coming down the steps, offering out steaming cups of coffee - decaf, Cody hoped - as she did. “Jango and I were used to New Year's fireworks. So…” She shrugged.

“Do you do this every year?” Ben asked, expression curious, and Cody left them to it, making sure the four-wheeler was appropriately loaded up. He’d handled fireworks the past few years, but Jango wanted to take care of setting them off again, with Rex and Ahsoka volunteering to help with the lighting, so…

So, he ended up sitting beside Ben, huddled out on the porch and wrapped up in a blanket as the four-wheeler set off into one of the nearby fields. “Warm enough?” he asked, feeling the heat radiating from Ben’s body, all along his side.

In fact, it didn’t feel that cold on the porch, not with so many of them sitting so close together. But the air bit, still, cold and crisp, even with the blanket of clouds overhead. There’d been flurries, throughout the day, and they were starting to come down more heavily, drifting through the air, heavy and white.

“Mm, yes,” Ben said, arm curled around him, shifting to make room for Wooley on the step below them. He looked tired - but nearly midnight was late for both of them, early risers by nature and habit - with darkened circles under his eyes.

“We’ll go to sleep, after this,” Cody promised him, and got a smile in return, sweet and fleeting.

“No sleeping yet,” Val said, wading through the pile of them, followed by Bly, who started handing out cups. They didn’t keep champagne flutes or even enough wine glasses. Everyone got what was available, coffee cups, tall glasses, and even a few mason jars, already filled.

Most of them contained sparkling grape juice.

Cody and Ben got champagne, by the smell of it, and Ben raised an eyebrow. “Don’t drink yet,” Cody told him, with a little grin, and Ben huffed a laugh, opening his mouth, only to be cut off by Echo, who stood quickly, holding up a hand.

“Get ready!” Echo shouted, everyone shifting around, vibrating when he started counting backwards from ten.

Cody nudged Ben at one, gesturing to his cup, and they all managed to drink more or less on time as, off in the fields, the first of the fireworks went off with a flash of brilliant color and a crash of sound.

Ben made a sound, both surprised and delighted, and Cody set down his glass, curled an arm around Ben’s shoulders, and pulled him over, kissing him as the first seconds of the new year ticked over, feeling something stretch out, filling up the entirety of the space inside his ribs, realization unfolding not in a flash but in a sweet, inevitable wave.

He stared at Ben, when they pulled apart, Ben turning to watch the fireworks lighting up the night, and knew that he wanted to kiss Ben every New Year’s for the rest of their lives, wanted to sit and watch fireworks with him, hold him after a long day at work, eat breakfast beside him--

“Hey, man, fireworks are that way,” Fives hissed in his ear, at some point, while elbowing him in the ribs, and Cody shoved back at him, but blinked and shook himself, turning his attention to the show up in the sky.

They’d gone all out.

They usually did.

The fireworks echoed out across the fields, the sound held close by the cloud cover. Cody knew, from experience, that there would be cars parked out along the roads leading to the ranch, neighbors and people from further in town, who came out to see the show every year, watching colors chase each other, heralding in another year.

Ponds started the cheer, when the last of the fireworks finished echoing, leaving bright afterimages on the inside of Cody’s eyelids, and they all pushed themselves up, gathering blankets and cups while excitedly talking, half of them cleaning up the porch while the other half of them lit out for the fields, going to help find the firework casings, making sure nothing had landed where it ought not.

Cody ended up standing at the sink, rinsing off glasses that Ben dried, listening in as Echo’s girlfriend - who had never attended before - talked to Ben, her hair pulled back and her cheeks rosy.

He was glad Ben had someone to make conversation with. Cody’s thoughts were buzzing, thrumming along. He felt...not quite distracted. More waiting, with the tension in his gut of anticipation and something larger.

It was snowing in earnest by the time the clean up was finished and Jango, Rex, and Ahsoka returned as conquering heroes, to cheers and applause. The flakes swirled around them when Cody and Ben finally managed to say their good nights, stepping off the porch and heading back to their space.

Cody held Ben’s hand, gloves in the way, both of them leaning together as they crunched across the frozen ground.

Cody made it to his porch before he pulled Ben to a stop, standing there in the softly falling snow and just...looking at him for a moment. Seeing the whole future, spread out around him, feeling - feeling everything, all at once, wild potential just waiting for him to embrace it.

And he’d never been any good at ignoring that feeling, at hesitating once he knew what he wanted. Indecision wasn’t a valuable skill in his career, nor a feeling he’d ever been comfortable with. He exhaled, just looking at Ben for a long moment, lovely and cold and--

Everything he wanted.

“So,” Cody said, tugging on both ends of Ben’s scarf, pulling him in closer, cold noses brushing together when he went on, the words just slipping free, like they were meant to escape his lips, “What would it take to convince you to marry me?”

He was close enough to see Ben blink several times in rapid succession, eyes so clear and so bright, even as Ben asked, “What?”

Cody felt his mouth curve, pulling on the scarf again, stealing a fast kiss as Ben’s hands came up to rest on his sides. “A nice ring?” he asked, thoughts running ahead, wondering what kind of ring Ben might want. Something practical, likely. He wasn’t the ostentatious sort. He kissed Ben again. “A big wedding?” Ben’s hands squeezed, his breath came out in a pant against Cody’s mouth. “A fancy honeymoon?”

“Are you - are you being serious?” Ben asked, voice wavering, and Cody could acknowledge that this was...a bit sudden.

But he knew how he felt. He looked at Ben and saw the future unfurling outwards and wanted it, wanted to make it his, to shape it into being.

He made a rough sound, let go of the scarf to cup Ben’s face, and pulled him into a proper kiss, long and deep. And, when he pulled back, Ben looking dazed, he said, “Yeah, Ben. I’m being serious. What would it take? Tell me, and it’s yours.”

The snow was starting to fall in earnest, thick flakes swirling around them, landing on the copper strands of Ben’s hair and his eyelashes. His cheeks were tinged red from the cold. Maybe from the kiss, but Cody didn’t want to presume.

Not even with Ben swallowing, staring at him without blinking, eyes searching.

Cody wanted to prompt him for an answer, even though it hadn’t been very long, perhaps a heartbeat. Maybe two. And then Ben exhaled shakily and said, voice thick and quiet, “Well. You could ask. Properly.”

Cody groaned, the sound torn from his chest, fingers clenching in Ben’s hair as he rasped, “Will you marry me, Ben?”

He felt Ben shiver, watching his eyes flutter, delightfully, and had a moment to grin - feeling victorious, that same heady kick that came with looking over at the timer during a competition and knowing he had the best time - when Ben murmured, “Yeah, Cody. I will.”

And then Ben was kissing him as the snow swirled around them and the world went on, unnoticed.

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Gojo Satoru general headcanons

Let's get one thing clear: this man is absolutely chaotic. He is always full of energy. His energy levels never reach below 50%. He is loud and proud, always running, and never takes a minute to relax.

Do not give him Monster. Shoko did that once and it took her forever to get him off the ceiling. Also, avoid caffeine. Shoko replaces his normal coffee with decaf and he still hasn't noticed the difference. Keep it that way.

He was the class clown when he was younger. He wasn't exactly a trouble maker, but he may as well be. I cannot word that sentence and I am sorry. Next.

All of his teachers assumed he never listened in class, so they always called in him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. It still shocked them every time he rattled off the correct answer.

Not only did he answer the question correctly, but he could also explain his reasoning behind the answer, and if it was multiple choice, explain why the other answers were wrong. 

This tall man child would march up to the board and absolutely fill it to the brim with work, turn around, drop the chalk-like a mic drop and walk back to his desk with the smuggest look on his face.

That doesn't mean he did the work tho

Idk how schools in japan work but we all know schools in America only care about the amount of work you do and not what you actually know so we'll use that for the sake of the headcanon: he had straight D's bc he never turned in his work

Despite not doing the work snd goofing off, teachers actually really liked him

A lot of people liked him and he was super popular, but he still felt alone

Fake friends, you know how that works, he didn't meet any real friends until he became a shaman

Clean freak. This dude actually makes his bed. He scrubs his bathroom twice a week. His desk can get cluttered but he straightens up once a week. He's not exactly a germaphobe because

He cannot respect your personal space and that's actually canon but let me take it a step further 

He's a slapper. Especially when he laughs. It doesn't hurt, it's playful dw. He hugs you from behind especially when he's cold. He picks you up and carries you around. He will grab your wrist, arm, or hand and lead you around even if you're following him. He lays his legs across you or lays across your lap. Puts his head on your shoulder. Platonic cuddling between friends is mandatory. He's just so hands-on it's ridiculous.

Unless you explicitly tell him you're uncomfortable he won't stop

Don't worry, if you aren't in that type of relationship, your no-no square is safe. Except, if you seem chill, he will slap your ass regardless of friendship status. His ass is also slappable. You can't tell me Geto and Gojo didn't run around slapping each other asses, okay

He was weird and scrawny as a child. He didn't start beefing out until he started training to be a shaman and he's still kinda smaller than most beefy boys

He can pick you up and throw you around easily. He carried around a 170 pound Yuji like a sack of potatoes and can easily carry around three times that weight

It's amazing he's so tiny because you remember 2014 Shane Dawson making all of those wack ass desserts that was just s pile of chaos wrapped in chocolate?

He can eat every last bite of one of those monstrosities without getting a stomach ache, gaining weight, or dying basically

He knows bc Yuji dared him to do it

He has really cold hands and feet

He sounds old. Let me elaborate. He's constantly cracking his joints. They also creak when he moves. He complains about body pains like he's 80 y/o

He also shares wisdom with the kids as if he's actually 80 y/o

It's irrelevant advice that doesn't make sense but is also useful. Megumi can't count the number of times he's asked Gojo for feedback on his technique but had been told to remember to chew 40 times or never go to bed angry

Starts off sentences with "now son" and "when I was your age"

He uses his blindfold as a headband when he wants his hair out of his face. He also uses headbands as... Headbands... When he wants to wear sunglasses but get his hair out of his face

He owns so many pairs of sunglasses but he always wears the same pair

He's only bought a handful of them himself, most of them are gifts

No one knows what to get him for Christmas or his birthday bc he has everything, so they resort to sunglasses

His favorite pair is a pair that Shoko and Geto bought him as a gag. He thought they were dead serious, though, so he wore them around for a month

They were heart-shaped, rose-tinted glasses

Can you believe this man doesn't use any gel or anything to keep his hair spiky with the blindfold on? It just naturally defies gravity when the blindfold is on

Tell this man he's pretty because he already knows. He's narcissistic but not the cringy kind

Photogenic as hell. Takes great pictures from any angle. 

He gives everyone a different story as to why he covers his eyes. Sometimes he says it's because his eyes are too pretty and are a distraction. Sometimes he says it's because the sunglasses/bandages/blindfold look cooler than his eyes. Sometimes he says it's to protect the six eyes from seeing things he doesn't want to see. The world may never know

He's tried covering his whole face before, but he thinks he's too pretty for that. He at least wants one of his many amazing features to be shown at all times.

So about his driver's license;

He knows how to drive. He can be a good driver. When he wants to be. He just doesn't have a driver's license.

Now he TELLS people he just never got around to getting one, however, there's a rumor he lost it due to too many parking tickets

It's amazing the only tickets he's ever gotten have been from that and once he got caught without a seatbelt; he would have gotten out of that one if he hadn't been flirting with the police officer so bad

This doesn't stop Gojo from driving places though

He steals Ijichi's car a LOT and Ijichi DOESN'T KNOW HOW like??? The windows are never broken and it doesn't look hotwired-

Gojo has a key

You're not even supposed to be able to duplicate car keys but Gojo did 

Also; none of the first-year trio knows he doesn't have a driver's license, though that much should be painfully obvious

He whips around corners, speeds up at yellow lights, goes "watch this" and does a donut, it's just a mess

The poor students have to sit in the backseat too. Just imagine Megumi with all three seatbelts around him like that one meme.

He thrives off of Nobara and Yuji screaming from the backseat, and he can see Megumi being smooshed because he thought the middle seat was the safest through the rearview mirror

Which he doesn't even need because of the six eyes

Despite being such a reckless driver, he knows when danger will happen, so he's never once gotten in a wreck

He blasts the radio, which makes up for the driving.

Has a habit of getting in a car and ending up in the McDonalds drive-thru

Steals other people's fries and keeps the fullest one for himself.

He was rebellious as a kid and teenager, but hey, at least his juvie record is sealed 

He's been detained and in the back of a cop car many times, but the reason was never really bad enough for him to be arrested. Mostly he's just being mouthy. And the time he got caught spray painting on the side of a building. And that one time he and Getou hopped the fence to get into the local pool. And that other time-

It got worse after Getou wasn't around to get him out of trouble. Suddenly, breaking the rules wasn't fun anymore and he mellowed out. 

Tried alcohol and cigarettes before he was legal. Decided neither was his thing, however, he did start drinking occasionally when he was legal.

He's a fucking chaotic drunk. Oh my god he's absolutely feral

Most bars in the vicinity know him by name and they sigh whenever he walks in

Shoko is his emergency contact. She hates it

Shoko has to drag drunk Gojo home at least twice a month and is not happy about it

Once she left him in an alley. He made it home okay so she guesses it's fine

Once he got so drunk he spilled beer on his sock. The thought the fastest way to dry them was by sticking them in the microwave. Forgot about it until someone asked, "Who the fuck is cooking socks???"

I feel it important he was in the break room of the local grocery store and no one knows how he got there

As he was escorted out he stole a grocery cart and rode away in it while singing Don't Threaten Me (With A Good Time) by Panic! At The Disco

He has no alcohol tolerance at all what so ever

He will literally just stare at you and giggle

It's funny he's really flirty but also doesn't seal the deal. Literally, every woman in that bar is willing to get in his bed but he declines every offer. No one knows why

Its because he respects women

He helps his students break the rules as long as they're within reason. Once night Yuji was really hungry and after having a temper tantrum he couldn't order Uber eats bc the school is supposed to be secret Gojo helped sneak him out to get food. Who needs curfew anyway.

The shirts in his closet range from like twenty bucks to the iconic rich bitch shirt the kids ruined in that one chapter we all know the one 

He still wears that by the way, he calls it "art" 

When he was younger, Megumi drew a picture of Gojo being eaten by his shadow dogs. Gojo found it and now it's framed in his room.

He keeps up with current trends and memes like no one's business. This is how he bonds with his kids.

Don't call him old, but also, he'll tell you to respect your elders it's a mess

He has a lot of games on his phone. You can usually find him holding his phone sideways playing some RPG game he probably spent too much money on 

He did hop on the Pokemon Go hype train but after becoming overpowered he got bored

This happens to a lot of games. He pays way too much money, gets to be the strongest in the server, and gets bored

He likes games where you can kill other people's troops and likes to watch as they lose all their power

I canon him as being borderline sadistic

This is why he's Sakata Gintoki reincarnated

White hair, sweet tooth, black leather clothes, dad vibes, never takes anything seriously bc when he does he's scary as fuck, the works.

He is Sakata Gintoki

He liked Gintama growing up. He watched a lot of iconic shows as they aired. He considers himself an og

He's hella bilingual

Because he's the strongest he goes overseas for missions a lot. Because of this he speaks a lot of languages and knows a lot about international cuisine 

He takes pictures of himself eating disgusting foods like snails. He never likes them but he loves the idea of Nobara gagging back in japan

Has paperwork sitting untouched on his desk from three months ago that he will not touch for at least another three months

Does the crossword puzzles in the newspaper every week

Uses humor as a coping mechanism and it honestly just became a personality

Constantly popping his joints. I'm sorry if you find this gross I too find it gross.

Probably brought home every stray animal he ever met ever until he was at least like 22 y/o

Tags: @wasabito @kittaliapenn

[hotchley]

things the bau do to hotch (that just make sense)

part one? maybe? idk, i just thought of these and thought, hey, i will share them

tw: very little implications of child abuse

they (emily and morgan) will hide random articles of clothing in his office to see how he responds and who he thinks it belongs to

one time, emily hid (and by hid, she threw it on the sofa when hotch was in the bathroom) a pair of rossi’s underwear in his office right before a meeting with strauss and he was so stressed he didn’t even realise strauss noticed and asked with a straight face what they were doing in there both of them went bright red when they realised there was really only one way that she would know

when their paperwork gets overwhelming, they very politely knock and then start screaming

if hotch looks out the window at the right time, he can guess when someone’s about to come running in and he mentally prepares himself sometimes he doesn’t, and especially after new york, he doesn’t always hear them knocking, which meant he winced a lot if garcia started screaming after foyet, he got extremely jumpy so they all stopped screaming and started face-planting onto the couch still he’d leave for lunch that day and get them comfort food

every time the unsub is a white male in his mid-to-late forties (and i mean every time) they all turn and look at him

he started off smiling because of course his team would find a way to laugh in their situation then he started to worry and it no longer seemed as funny because what if it did really happen but then he would feel stupid because they’re just teasing but then the cycle would continue because what if they weren’t? long story short, they found him crying over it and immediately took it all back and never said anything again

replace his coffee with decaf

in their defence, he’s getting old now and the amount of caffeine he drinks is definitely not healthy and initially, it was only supposed to be a one time thing rossi did on a case when they were sharing a room to stop him from staying up too late but then he fell asleep half an hour after finishing the mug, and it was like a lighbulb lit up  they only do it when he looks really tired and really stressed and they always make sure someone else finds an excuse to drive him home (he knows they do this, but doesn’t tell them because it makes them feel happy. and he doesn’t actually fall asleep because of the decaf- that was a coincidence, but it is nice to not have to focus on the road and hear the person driving talk about something other than dead bodies)

 they all go into his office during lunch breaks and sit with him

rossi will sit on the chair, jj will perch on the desk, morgan and garcia take the couch and emily and reid will sit in some weird place on the floor everyone will have their lunch with them and they won’t leave till he finishes his one because they know he won’t eat otherwise it’s because he eats better when other people are with him, and his southern manners mean he won’t look at his paperwork either  the paperwork is half the reason he loses his appetite garcia was the first to realise- shortly after she joined she noticed that he would always come down to her bunker at lunch “just to see how she was getting on” at first he thought it was because he didn’t trust her, then she realised that he was lonely it was then that she started braving the journey to his office, and at first she felt uncomfortable but the soft smile on his face made it all worth it when her and morgan became better friends it became a tradition between all the members, regardless of how long they were there for

carry various items of warm clothing around with them

but it’s not clothing that will fit them, and it’s not just when they go to colder areas of the country, no. it’s clothes that will fit hotch and it’s everywhere they go. because hotch has a bad habit of forgetting his gloves at the precinct, or leaving his hat (reid told him it would help prevent ear infections) at home so the team all carry spare items so he doesn’t have to worry about not hearing them or having cold hands it was a bit complicated to explain why they all had those items on hand the first time he rubbed his hands together, but after a lot of mumbling, he seemed to get the gist he also hates being cold. it reminds him too much of foyet and how that felt so sometimes, when the pain flares up, he’ll shiver and there’s not much they can do because it’s not a physical coldness but morgan will just pass him a worn jumper and although it won’t solve everything it does make things a little better it warms him inside slightly because even without profiling him, they know him so well

show him casual affection the way everyone showed greg affection in dharma and greg

rossi was the first to realise aaron was touch-starved he held on a little too long when they hugged- aaron had never really been a hugger with anyone who’s name wasn’t haley (too much vulnerability) he put it down to relief that he wouldn’t have to do gideon’s job and acted like it wasn’t a big deal when he realised haley had left, he started watching the way the team interacted with hotch a lot more hotch showed the team the physical affection he never received as a child, but they were all too awkward to do the same because this was hotch, their stoic leader then a nightmare led to rossi holding hotch until the tears stopped and his breathing evened out the next morning, he looked less haunted than he had in a while, so dave carried on ruffling his hair when nobody was around when garcia hugged him after the new york incidents, hotch just started crying the last person who had actually hugged him was kate, and before that, it had been haley, right before morgan called after that, jj found excuses to touch his arm. emily would curl up beside him on the jet home. reid would offer to do something, but hotch knew he didn’t like touch so he always refused. morgan hugged him after the harder cases, garcia hugged him whenever he said hello rossi taught him to associate the hand on his cheek with love instead of hate