Broken Secrets - Barry Allen x Reader

Requested by bon-travail98   -  Barry x reader where he has to choose between saving the reader’s life or Iris’ and he chooses Iris at the last minute. Have it be something like the meta has them separated and there’s a bomb but they’re to far apart for even Barry to get to them both. oh and maybe have the reader live but not know why because she knows she’s not a meta, and she finds out it’s because she’s pregnant with Barry’s kid(s) and somehow their speed force is temporarily hers and her body acted on some instinct and ran her out of harms way. But she’s so upset with Barry that she keeps the fact that she’s alive a secret and eventually runs into someone… is this too much?? (At this time Barry’s the only speedster)

An unknown figure appeared on the screen, shadowed from view. “You have a choice, Mr. Allen.” Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin stared at the screen with wide eyes. “Which one do you love more?” Suddenly, two pictures of you and Iris appeared side by side on the screen. Both of you were tried up to a chair with a bomb strapped on the back. 

“Where is this coming from?” Barry demanded, his eyes wide with panic. Cisco started typing rapidly on the computer.

“I don’t know. It just took over the system.” Cisco spun around to try a different computer. “I can’t access the system.” 

“I can’t get in either,” Caitlin added, frowning at her own computer. 

“You have five minutes, Mr. Allen, before the bombs explode,” the figure sneered as a map appeared on the screen. Two red dots appeared on the map. One was in Mexico while the other was in Canada. “One or the other, Mr. Allen. You cannot save both.” With that, the figure disappeared from the screen leaving only the map.

Barry stared at the screen before glancing Cisco and Caitlin. “See if you can hack those bombs and slow them down.” He studied the screen, tortured as he glanced between you and Iris. He made a snap decision. “I’ll go after Iris first, so focus on stopping the bomb on (Y/N).”

“Wait, Barry,” Caitlin shouted, but Barry was already gone. 

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Who could ever love me?

Summary - You’re never born hating yourself. You are taught to despise yourself by others and its something that follows you as you grow older. So the moment the man you’ve fallen in love with tells you he feels the same way you don’t believe him because how could anyone love you?  Is he able to change your mind? Words -  2,250 Pairing - Bucky X Reader Warnings - Angst at the start, a somewhat fluffy ending (what is fluff? I sure as hell don’t know mwhaha) Self-hate and childhood bullying.  A/N - Okay so every example given in this fic is something that I have experienced first hand. I ended up writing this at 3am when I couldn’t sleep and I felt like shit so here you go hahaha. Leave my stupid face some feedback, I love hearing from you all.

Self-hate has always been a fickle thing with you. Berating yourself until your eyes are burning and your cheeks are rubbed raw from the constant wiping. Refusing to look at your reflection no matter what because the second your eyes fall on your face the world is torn from beneath your feet with whispered jokes and harsh giggles from every direction. Sobbing in changing rooms with armfuls of clothes – none of which look remotely attractive on you – trying so hard to hold yourself together because your friends are waiting outside for you.

Self-hate is never something that you’re born with, it’s something imprinted on your flesh like a brand on cattle. Its burned into the deepest parts of your mind whilst you’re growing up. Starting with the way that your class mates purposely exclude you from group games at playtime. Or the way that you were always last to be picked for a team game because no one wants you. It starts when people whisper barley audible jokes about the way you look when you walk past them in the hall, or on the street.

It carries on was you get older and move through the years, with the way that groups of teenage boys dare their friends to ask you out as a joke and laugh when you think there serious, they laugh at the hopeful glee which fills your eyes because someone likes you right? It continues when you sit and eat you lunch alone because no one wants to associate themselves with you, or been seen near you for that matter.

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Oh my god I don’t know how you managed to describe how I’ve felt my entire life. I may not have had all of these experiences but I understand these feelings and fears and insecurities. I’ve never known how to explain it all but you’ve done an amazing job here. Thank you for writing this.

When you’re in the 1400’s Florence and your buddy starts coughing

I will never not find this funny

Brilliant.

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Meeting the Family

Prompt: Batfam meets Batmom’s large extended family

AN: I interrupt our string of votes to bring you an actual story. Enjoy!

Words: 1490

          You’re more than a little surprised when your brother walks through your office door. Though not technically an employee of Wayne Enterprises, your office space is still in the building, just one of the perks of your husband owning the building. That also means your security is top notch, and well, you haven’t seen anyone from your family in about ten years.

          All of this is what’s running through your mind as your brother, your baby brother just stands there and fidgets. “You’re still drifting off I see.”

          You shrug and point to one of the chairs, on the opposite side of the room. There’s several minutes of silence, as you take in the changes on your brother, before you ask, “What are you doing here, Ricky?”

          “Mom’s in the hospital … It’s bad. She wants to see you.”

          That takes you by surprise. Your fight was never with your mother; it was just a side effect of the war with your father. “What’s wrong?”

          He shrugs. “Kidney failure, she wants to come off treatment. She won’t listen to anyone. The doctors say she still has a chance you know. If she continues her treatments, and waits for a transplant. Either way she wants to see you.” You open your mouth to say something but he stops you “This isn’t about dad, it’s about mom. The fight wasn’t with her, it wasn’t with any of us but dad. It was you who chose to leave. It was you who cut us off.”

          You nod. “You’re right, I did.”

          “She’s your mother, and she’s dying. You should see her.”

          “I won’t make any promises.”

          Your brother stares at you for a moment before laying an envelope on the table, and walking out.

          You debate on going for several days. Bruce is out of town on business for the week, and the boys are all gone as well. It’s just you and Alfred in the manor. And while the butler doesn’t pry he does acknowledge something is wrong.

          It all comes out two nights later about the fight that separated you from your family. The fight that ended up leading you to Bruce. The fight that led the two of you to each of the boys. “It’s weird how a fight that, at that time, nearly ended my world, led me to a brand new one. One I wouldn’t change for the world. “

          Alfred just smiles. “If you called Master Bruce he’d return home to go with you.”

          You shake your head. “No, I think this is something I need to do alone.”

          You’re packed and out the door several hours later. You catch a last minute flight, and you just go. It’s nearly midnight when you get to the hospital, suitcase in tow. You follow the nurse to her room. She leaves you at the door with instructions, to try and not wake her. You agree and slip into the room.

          Your eyes focus on the woman in the bed. She looks frail, and much too thin. Her hair though is still brushed, and delicately styled, your sister’s doing no doubt. And she’s dressed in nice looking pajamas.

          You prop your suitcase against the wall and move to the chair beside her bed. You just sit there staring at her. You study the changes and with a feeling of sadness you realize she’s actually gotten older, not old, just older. At the same time, it hits you. You’ve gotten older too. You have a husband, and kids now. You have a successful business. Things have changed not only for you, but for them as well.

At some point in the night, you turn to a book. You’re nearly halfway through when a voice whispers, “You always did have your nose in a book. Couldn’t get enough of them. You’d always beg her for one more chapter when she’d read to you before bed.”

You book mark your page and turn towards the voice. Your father is still very much like how you remembered him. He’s tall, and wide, but his hair has a lot more gray in it now, and there are more lines along his face.

He gestures with his head and you follow him out. “I didn’t expect you to come.”

You cross your arms. “I wasn’t completely sure I would myself.”

“She’ll be happy to see you.” You just acknowledge the statement with a nod. “I suppose we need to talk.”

You shrug, suddenly feeling like that twenty something again. “I don’t see why. We both said all we needed to all those years ago.”

He looks you in the eye and says, “I want to make things right.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“It’s been ten years.”

“And a lot has changed in those years. Right now, I’m here for Mom.”

“Which means you’re here for me. She wanted you here so we could settle things. She wanted to make sure that you had your family in case something went wrong, or something went right. She wanted you to have us around for when you got married, when you have kids. She’s terrified you’ll be alone.”

“And what do you want?” You ask. He just looks at you confused. You shrug and say, “So far everything has been about what Mom wants. What do you want?”

He stares at you for a minute before he says “I want my daughter back.”

You nod. “Small steps. This was a good first one.”

Without another word, you slip back into the room. Your father is right behind you and he takes the seat on the opposite side of the bed. Neither of you say anything, but you don’t go back to your book either.

          Your mother wakes up at about eight in the morning. She opens her eyes and she comes to life. There’s tears when she sees you, and a lot of saying sorry on both your parts. Your father just watches. You take her hand and don’t let go for several hours.

          Over the next several days you see a lot of family you haven’t seen in a long time. Some greet you with smiles, others with nods. Overall, you spend a lot of time with your mother and siblings. Things start looking up, and then suddenly something happens. No one’s quite sure what, but suddenly her blood pressure starts to drop, and you’re pushed out of the room, as she’s rushed back to emergency surgery.

          You’re a bit disoriented, as you watch the family surround each other. You consider joining in, but they’ve formed this little cocoon, and you can’t help but feel there isn’t a place for you there anymore.

          You watch from the outside, your arms wrapped around yourself. Till a noise you’d know anywhere hits your ears. A very tired looking Bruce rounds the corner, with the boys trailing after him. Dick and Jason are on the lookout for you while Tim and Damian bicker about something.

          You smile as Bruce’s eyes lock onto you. You meet him halfway, and he pulls you into an embrace. That feeling of safeness washes over you, and you allow the tears to come. Bruce guides you away from your family and suddenly the boys are all trying to reach you.

          They’ve never seen you cry, and you imagine it’s a bit unsettling for them. You hug and kiss each of them, before explaining the situation. Bruce disappears, and once you’ve collected yourself, they go with you back to the waiting room.

          You can see the curious looks on your family’s faces. And you do your best to smile and say, “Everyone, these are my sons. This is Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. And my husband Bruce will be along any minute.”

          Almost if by magic, Bruce appears and says, “I’ve got her moved to a better hospital room, a private room. Not a private room, that can be turned into a semi private hospital. I’ve also called Lee, she’s flying in to take a look, and she has some recommendations for doctors that might be able to help her a bit more until she comes up on the transplant list.”

          Before you can even say ‘thank you’, your brother says, “And where the hell is all that money coming from?”

          Bruce just raises an eyebrow and says, “Me. I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Y/N’s husband, Bruce Wayne. I’ve take care of her medical bills, everything is settled. And my company donates quite a bit of money to this hospital every year, so they’ve comped the private room. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get my wife something to eat.”

          Without another word he begins guiding you down the hallway, the boys following behind, with smiles on their faces; and you can’t help but smile, because your family is right here with you.

Daddy’s right here: (Not a request)

Prompt: (Y/N) blames herself for her parents’ divorce and Tony tells her it’s just not true

Pairing: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader; Steve x Tony

Note: Divorce, Self blaming, Gay Dads. 

Words: 1620

Requested by: Me.. I wrote this, because I wanted Stony and a child Reader *Shrugs* 

(Y/N) Stark was about seven years old when her parents split up and she blamed herself because they would constantly fight how he was never there for her. (Y/N) hated that she had now two homes, had to split the holidays and had to go to one parents house every week. Her mother pulled her out and cyber schooled her so it wouldn’t so much of a hassle moving from one side of New York to the other every week. It meant that (Y/N) couldn’t make friends because she was in constant motion with her parents. She didn’t have time to make friends, so she would draw, or reading and make friends with the fictional characters. It filled the void in her heart that longed for a friend, for someone to come into her life and not leave like her parents.

It has been four years since then and she was now eleven sitting in her Dad’s workshop while working on her homework. This was the only quality time she would spend with her father, being a CEO of a company took a lot of work. She didn’t blame him, nor did she hate him for practically ignoring her existence as she typed away at her report. She wasn’t some super genius like her father, just an average girl trying to make her way through school. She glanced up seeing her father working on remodeling his Iron man suit to make it faster and lighter. He looked tired, noticing the dark circles under his bags made him look a lot older and made him look even more run down than he felt, but (Y/N) would never open her mouth.

Tony scrubbed down his face before looking over to see (Y/N) held an expression of worry, but she was no longer looking at him as he frowned. “Hey kiddo, you okay?” He asked setting down his tools when his eyes widened seeing her tear up before she immediately covered her face. She let out a sob as Tony quickly stood up before running over to her as he placed his hand to cup her face. “I-It’s my fault.” She whispered as he frowns. “What’s your fault (Y/N)?” He asked worriedly when she looks to him with a broken expression. “That you and Mom got a divorce.. If I’d have never been born you’d be together still.” She said as his eyes softened before he pulled her into a tight hug. “(Y/N) (M/N) Stark, that’s a lie.” He said bending down onto his knee in front of her.

“But you… you fought all the time over me.” She countered as he sighed running his fingers through his hair. “Look Sweetheart, you were the best thing that happened to both of us, especially me. I’ll admit, your mother and I had our ups and downs that we could have handled better, but it wasn’t your fault. We were fighting long before you were born. We didn’t have a stable relationship with me running a company and she had her own dreams she wanted. You didn’t break us apart, we both love you very much and wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” He smiles softly. “Why did you leave each other?” She asked. “Why didn’t you try to stay together… for me?” She asked as his eyes flashed hurt when he sighed once more.

“We tried… but your mother and I both knew that it wasn’t going to work. So we thought it was best, we knew the risk we were taking when we decided to separate. “I know you didn’t get to have a normal childhood, because you’re always with your mother or me. Remember that your mother, your step dad, myself, and Steve all love you.” He whispered before biting his lip. “And the reason behind the separation was me… me falling for Steve.” He said as (Y/N) sat in silence looking at him. “Your mother couldn’t put up with my shit I was dealing with and I don’t blame her for getting upset. It was hard at first whenever the divorce happened, but Steve was there to pick me up and he loves you. He wants you to see him as a Dad as well.” He said as she nods.

“I know..” She mumbled when he leaned forward kissing her forehead gently. “Listen, I know it’s tough this way, and I’m not always there when you need me. I apologize for that, I’m not the best Dad–” He was cut off when she placed her hands onto his mouth as he looked to her in surprise. “Now that’s a lie Dad.” She said as he smiled moving her hands. “You definitely are my kid.” He laughs before looking at her laptop that was rushing on the table in front of her. “What are you working on?” He asked picking it up as he plopped down beside her when she groans. “I have to do a book report and it sucks. The book sucked, this report sucks.” She sighed laying her head back onto the couch cushion as a smile spread across Tony’s face, seeing himself in her.

“Come on.” He closed the laptop standing up as she looked at him. “Let’s get some ice cream, I think we both deserved that.” He offers out his hand as she grins before taking it when they started towards the elevator to leave the lab. “Hey Dad?” She asked as he looks down to her. “Thank you.” She whispered as she hugged him tightly from the side before he chuckles ruffling her hair. “I’m always gonna be here for you Sweetheart, I love you.” He said knowing that he didn’t always say it when he needed to. “I love you too Dad.” She said when the elevator doors opened to the communal living room. “So we may be stealing Clint’s ice cream, but there is nothing wrong with that, because it’s Legolas.” He said making (Y/N) giggle.

Tony opened the freezer while (Y/N) got two bowls from the cabinet as they sat down at the table before Tony served the delicious treat. They both dug into the ice cream before grinning at each other, having his grin wasn’t always a good thing. Tony looked at her as she started to eat her ice cream when he quirked an eyebrow at her. “You wanna watch a movie?” He asked as she looked up to him. “Sure! Maybe Pop will wanna join us?” She suggested as he smiles. “I bet Steve would like that.” He said with a nod. “Where is he?” She asked when the doors to the elevator opened to reveal Steve stepping off with his Captain America suit on. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” Tony comments earning another giggle from (Y/N). “Good evening.” Steve nods to them.

(Y/N) got down from her chair as she ran over to Steve before embracing him. “Hey Pop, you wanna watch a movie with us?” She asked as Steve’s eyes widened at the name before suddenly he was smiling from ear to ear getting a grin in response. “I would love that.” He said when she started dragging him over to the couch. “Dad, can you bring my ice cream?” She asked as Steve chuckles sitting on the couch when (Y/N) looks around the shelves of movies. Tony nods smiling as he walks over sitting next to Steve, but enough space for (Y/N) to sit in between them. (Y/N) picked a movie quickly before she pressed play on the TV as it loaded the movie when she hopped onto the couch. She ate the rest of her ice cream before the movie actually began.

It was about over halfway through the movie when Tony noticed (Y/N) had fallen asleep leaning against Steve who had placed an arm around her to keep her warm. Tony looked up to Steve who was looked down to her as well when he noticed Tony before smiling. “Just like you.” He comments earning an eye roll. “Yeah, she is.” Tony sighed happily. “She… She called me Pop.” Steve pointed out as Tony grins. “Yeah, she did.” He nods. “Because she cares about you and wants you to know that.” He said when Steve picked her up bridal style. “Well she should probably be in bed.” Steve said as Tony nods before shutting off the movie and TV as they walked back to her room that she had in the tower. “She’s a heavy sleepier like you. Same expression too.” Steve chuckled softly as Tony opened the door for him. “Well she is mine after all.” Tony chuckles.

Steve slowly laid her down onto the bed before looking to Tony who leaned down and brushed her hair from her forehead as he placed a kiss there. “You’re a good Dad.” Steve said as Tony covers (Y/N) up before standing beside Steve. “Not always. She deserve so much better.” He sighed when Steve placed a hand onto his shoulder. “You are a good Dad. She doesn’t want anyone else but you Tony. You’re her Dad and she loves you.” Steve said as Tony smiles when he took Steve’s hand before leading him out of her room, shutting the door behind them. He walked to there room as he pulled Steve down into a kiss. “Thank you.” He said before they both laid down onto the bed with a sigh of relief. “Night.” Tony said. “Good Night.” Steve said as they both fell asleep. Tony might not be the greatest Dad to ever live, but in (Y/N)’s eyes he was perfect.

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“Did that miscreant hurt you, mother ?” - Batmom x Batfam

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, and sorry cause, as I just finished writing it, I realize this probably wasn’t what you wanted at all…I hope you guys will like it : 

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-…And I swear if ANY of you set fire to anything again, you’ll be grounded for the next six months with NO chance of parol ok ? 

Your sons nod a bit grumpily (until you glare at them and then they nod vehemently : “yes m’am”), knowing damn well how serious you are right now, and already dreading the long gala that awaits them, and how well behaved they will all have to be. 

It means no flirting for Dick. It means no fighting for Jason. It means no sarcastic comments to people for Tim. It means…No talking or moving for Damian really, as he knows when he starts, he can never stop. He’d rather just stand by his parents or brothers and not talk at all (Gotham’s media thought he was mute for the longest time, until one day, he called a journalist that was asking him something rude a “troglodyte” and…of course it made every news papers’ headline…uh). 

It  basically means no-anything-that-could-get-them-in-trouble. And if you had to make a speech each times before a social event to keep your family out of the scandal news, then you would. Pictures of you guys buying groceries, or eating at a food truck, having fun at the local fair or you and Bruce kissing ? To be honest you know it comes with the package to be a Wayne. And you’re fine with this. But scandals ? It always upsets you too much to think anyone could think heal of your family…

Now of course, you know some people hate your family just because you’re rich and famous, but at least, it’s not because you did something that gives them an actual reason to hate you all. Besides, most of the time, it’s just misplaced jealousy. 

Those people had no idea what it really was like, to actually be Mrs. Wayne. The only thing they knew, was that yes, it seemed not that easy to raise those boys of yours as they also seemed very…full of life. But other than that, they had just not a single clue what it was to be Mrs. Wayne. If they thought it was easy, that you just bathed in wealth and you’re husband was just a damn sexy and smart bastard…then they were wrong. Of course he was smart and sexy, but oh, oh being his wife wasn’t easy. 

Being able to pull him away from his dark thoughts was a full time job. Cheering him up and making him smile, genuinely smile, was a constant struggle. But, of course, you wouldn’t have it any other way…And as he snakes an arm around your waist to lead you toward tonight’s gala, your boys chatting with each other in front of you, you know that yes, this is all worth it.

You’d go through Hell for Bruce Wayne. If those journalists and people who judged you and your family could also go to hell in the process…Ahem. 

And oh how cute is it, that your boys try to make sure to be right in front of the cameras’ flashes so they don’t blind you ? Those kids…

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You’re used to it. The silence whenever you all arrive somewhere. 

It’s always the same. 

Outside, it’s mayhem. 

People screaming things at you, how much they all love you. Journalists yelling questions in your face, girls swooning over your husband (it doesn’t annoy you as much as it used to, as you understood long ago that Bruce was somehow completely impermeable to this attention, that he only had eyes for you, quite literally). 

But when you get inside, where photographers and such are forbidden…

Complete silence for a few seconds, as people take in the “great and famous” Wayne family. As people stare at you all shamelessly. 

How handsome your sons are getting (”the oldest one, Richard, he’s legal right ?” you heard more than once), how well dressed you all are (everyone is, but you guys ? You pull it off better than any other rich fucks in this town), how perfect your family is (Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)…There’s always a small silence, before conversations start once again, your boys go off on their own to find drinks and food, and Bruce get swarmed by tons of people that wants to talk to him. 

Years ago, you used to hate this. Because they all always ignored you. But now ? Now people want to talk to you as much as they want to talk to Bruce…Though sometimes they’re a little scared of your wits. They’re very careful not to be rude around you. Just like Damian (and Hannibal Lecter actually…though you don’t eat people), rudeness is your pet peeve. 

This time is just like any other time, except that the silence is way shorter than usual. It takes you a few seconds to register what’s going on, and when you go completely stiff in Bruce’s arms. Instantly, he gives you a worried look and do not understand what made you so tense all of a sudden, when, while it’s still supposed to be silent around, he hears the smuggest voice he ever heard in his entire life (and he spend his life around smug people…) : 

-(Y/N) !! Oh my oh my oh my, long time no see my little fox ! It’s so gooooood to see you ! 

“Who was that guy ?” is what everyone was thinking right now. How dare he interrupt this sacred few seconds of silence while they were all admiring the Waynes ? And how dare he talk to Mrs. Wayne like that, in front of her husband who was known to be a bit…territorial sometimes with her ? (After all, they witnessed countless times him kissing you passionately because someone even remotely flirted a tiny bit with you…). 

That guy…That guy was Edward Gibson. 

The only man besides Bruce with whom you had a serious relationship with. 

The only man (and hopefully he’ll always stay the only man) that broke your heart. 

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Loathing

Trope-tastic ~ Alex Summers + 6. “I hate them but I’d die for them”

You hated Alex Summers. He was rude, self-centered, and so hot haughty. You couldn’t stand him, and you were pretty sure the feeling was mutual.

From the first day you met, he made it clear that he didn’t like you. It was your first mission as a member of the X-Men. Professor Xavier had chosen you especially after you showed how in control of your mutation you had become over the short few years you’d spent at the school.

The mission was simple. Help the FBI stop a group of rogue mutants who were wreaking havoc on Chicago banks, jewelry stores, and the like.

Alex only came back to the school whenever he was needed for missions, so you had never met before. He was younger than you had expected, probably only a few years older. Sure, you thought he was attractive, but who wouldn’t? Tall, blonde, muscular and clearly self-confident.

He spoiled it the minute he opened his mouth.

“Her? She’s going to get hurt. You know that Hank and I can handle this.” He not-so-subtly addressed the professor.

You felt anger well up in your chest. He didn’t know anything about you! How dare he assume you were some weak little thing who couldn’t handle yourself? Giving one hell of a death glare, you marched right on over to the other mutant.

“I know you probably see me as some kind of helpless little child, but I am most certainly not. Professor Xavier trusts me to be on this mission for good reason, and I don’t appreciate someone who has never met before in his life presuming to know anything about my capabilities!” You fumed.

Alex was silent, looking slightly dumbstruck at the outburst. Professor Xavier merely smiled proudly, wheeling his chair away to speak with Hank. You stared expectantly at Alex, waiting for him to apologize, or say anything.

Instead, he just smiled. Still irate, you turned on your heel and stormed away, ready to get the mission over with so you could get away from that insufferable man.

The mutants were subdued and taken into custody in record time, and you were proud to say you were not forced onto the sidelines. Whenever you could get away from college, Charles was eager to send you with the other X-Men.

You became fast friends with everyone, especially Hank. He wasn’t the biggest fan of Alex either, and you two were able to bond over avoiding him together. That was until they started to get along.

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“did chris evans actually jump that high to grab onto that helicopter in civil war?”

friendly reminder that chris vaulted with ease over chris pratt after just telling him less than a minute before that he would be able to clear him if he only put his head down.

I want a Celebrity Obstacle Course show where all the pretty people can show off their hard stunt work for us and also occasionally eat it, because they need to be humbled sometimes. The judges would be career stunt people, to give them visibility, because they work even harder. Shirts optional.

You wouldn’t even finish the phrase “Celebrity Ninja Warrior” before Chris would start jumping up and doing yelling “Me! Me! Pick me!”

Anyone know how to contact Netflix about this?

friendly reminder Chris did most of his stunts bc the stunt guys couldn’t move like him.

“One thing we found, too, is Chris can run very fast. He also has a very unique run. It’s almost a dancer’s run. And when we tried to double him for running, there was nobody who could run like him. They just didn’t have the same dynamics or the way he moves. He had to end up doing most of his running.”

“What we also found, is that we had gymnasts come in to do things, and Chris could do the same stuff that they could do, but it would look like Chris Evans. When the body doubles or the gymnasts or the runners did it, it just didn’t look like him. He has such a unique way of moving, and he could pretty much do all of his own physical stuff that wasn’t dangerous. Like this shot right here, we had a gymnast do this, and Chris actually ended up doing it better. That’s Chris here. He hops up on a tank and over a 12-foot wall. It looks effortless but it’s not that easy!”

“Chris worked his butt off for four months doing gymnastics and stunt training so in a scene like this he could go toe-to-toe with Georges St-Pierre and make it look really credible. Once the helmet comes off, 95% of that is Chris, except obviously for that massive aerial kick that he does. I think he did a fantastic job.”

gifs and commentary (blu-ray) above from @sherloques Rehearsal above from @dailymarvel

The really cool thing about Chris Evans is that he’s a super talented, athletic guy. He retains things amazingly well. I mean, I’m blown away. I can show him a 15-punch fight two times, and he’s got it. - Thomas Harper, Stunt Coordinator, CATWS

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hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak

Also. Breath with your mouth and not your nose. Your nose will whistle. Trust me. If you need to get into your fridge, jab your finger into the rubber part that seals the door closed and create a tiny airway. This will prevent the suction noise when you open the door. When drinking liquids (juice mostly), pour out your glass (or chug from the jug) and replace what you drank with water. If it was full enough in the beginning, no one will notice. DO NOT STEAL ALCOHOL. THEY WILL NOTICE IF IT’S WATERED DOWN. Bring a pillowcase for dried foods like cereal and granola. It helps to muffle the sound it makes when it pours.

If your house has snack packs (like gummy bears or crackers or chips), count them every day until you know the rhythm that they get consumed. (This took me a week and a half with my twin brother and sister). Then join the rhythm when you make your nightly visits. It will be that much harder to figure out it was you.

KEEP A TRASH BAG UNDER YOUR BED FOR WRAPPERS AND STUFF BUT DONT FORGET TO THROW IT OUT WHENEVER YOU CAN. BUGS YKNOW. Hope this helped.

I might have some useful info to add.

-a jar of peanut butter is long lasting and easy to hide under a bed or in a dresser drawer. I lived off of jars of peanut butter and boxes of saltine crackers I would buy on grocery trips with my mom.

-two words: Slipper Socks. These are the socks that have rubber designs on the bottom for grip. They make no noise, and also keep you steady on slicker surfaces like tile and wood. You can find them cheap at Walmart. They also keep your feet more protected if you’re outside.

-if you’re secure enough in your room to have a small food stash, make sure you’re not too obvious about it (duh) but also move its location every few days. I kept mine in a shoebox under my bed, then switched it to a backpack in my closet, then wedged between my bookshelf and wall, and I would cycle locations until i moved it permanently to a false-bottomed drawer I installed in my dresser when my father was gone for a weekend. I would NEVER put food directly into my stash after taking it. I would keep it in pockets of my clothes and between books until everyone went to sleep, then I’d stock and stow my stash for the next few days.

-get a water bottle with a filter in it. I used to be able to reach my bathroom from my bedroom door down the hall using a huge step or minor jump/leap. If I was afraid of being caught at night, I’d fill up the humidifier tank we kept under our sink while I took a short shower, and would refill my water that way. It might not be the best option, but I kept a small stockade of water under my bed for emergencies.

-if you can, smuggle your garbage out in your backpack or purse. Dispose of it at work/school. I got caught twice by carelessly throwing away packaging.

-if someone knows the situation you’re going through (close friend/partner/etc) see if there’s a way for them to get food or other supplies to you at school or work or what private time you may get. A hidden first aid kit literally saved parts of my body before and I owe it to a close friend.

-try learning the building’s natural rhythm. The house I grew up in would creak and settle heavily every night for 3-5 minutes. That was my shot, and I had to be QUICK. I still got caught a few times, but learning the patterns in our floors and walls, when they creaked, WHERE they creaked, kept me going. Eventually I was sprinting in slipper socks to the kitchen and back in less than 90 seconds.

-if you have stairs, or live upstairs. Sit as you go down them one at a time, or climb up them like an animal. It keeps you low/out of lots of motion sight, and also can reduce noise and creaking by distributing weight over more than 1-2 steps.

-You can use common hand sanitizer to remove the stains certain snack foods leave behind (coughs cheeto fingers) and a dry toothbrush can help scrub the color off your tongue. If you can get powdered toothpaste or toothpaste tabs to keep on hand, it makes a huge difference in sneakiness.

-I don’t recommend going for dried foods like granola or cereal unless you can sneak it to a secure place to get it. It’s too loud, it’s a gamble every time for something with less caloric intake than it’s worth if you get caught. Of course, there are times when that’s the only option!!

-if you’re taking milk, add water, but be SURE to shake/agitate the bottle to distribute the dairy fat with the water. I got into the habit of shaking milk jugs when I started sneaking it, and explained the habit as something I read in an old comic strip my father showed me. (Back when whole milk had a lot more cream fats and they’d separate, so shaking it would redistribute the cream.) I still shake milk jugs to this day.

-if your windows open or don’t have screens, eat leaning out an open window. Any food mess will be lost in the dirt. I was lucky I had bushes and birds outside that would catch my granola bar crumbs before anyone could notice.

-canned goods are tempting, but not worth it. It requires too many tools (can opener/strained sometimes/utensils/some need heat) stick to thinks like various nut butters (sunflower/peanut/almond), crackers, dried fruit, and easy to conceal food bars (nature valley/nutrigrain/etc.) dried ramen packets are good uncooked if you can stand the texture. Apple sauce and pudding cups are also easier to sneak and stash than one might think, and can be eaten with your fingers. The only canned foods I recommend are condensed soups and precooked pasta (spaghetti-o’s). You can easily mix them with a little bit of hot water from the tap and get something more sustaining than a handful of captain Crunch. The cans are cheap, sometimes recyclable, and drinking soup takes way less time than chewing solid food.

-if you menstruate, attempt to stash pads/tampons in a safe location. Sometimes shit happens. Pads can work as bandages in emergency situations. Sometimes shark week comes unexpectedly. If you can sneak a roll of toilet paper or paper towels, these are also life savers.

-plastic utensils from takeout containers can be hidden inside socks and will be worth their weight in gold when you least expect it. I bought myself a tiny plastic bowl from the dollar store and kept cheap trinkets in it on my desk so it didn’t seem like a bowl I was eating out of. You could try this with something like a mason jar, which is also useful for drinking out of or storing water.

-if you’re eating a crunchy or solid food, try soaking it in water. Mushy food can be repulsive in texture, but I could clock the sound of someone eating a nature valley oat bar from like 6 miles away. Dunking it in water (or using a secret bowl+water) can reduce noise, and also eating time since you don’t have to chew as much.

-keep a laundry bar or tide pen on you. Laundry bars are super useful, a little hard to find though. I washed a lot of stains out of my clothes with laundry bars in my bathroom sink as a kid. Not proud if it, but it kept me flying under the radar at school.

-clear rubber bands, plain twine or string, paper clips, and thumb tacks. Indescribably useful. I once rigged a system to open tricky cabinets and get objects from inside using two paper clips and a foot of plain string like a mock lasso system.

-if you’re pulling objects from tall cabinets, use your chest or stomach to cushion them. Let them fall into your torso and then into your hands cradled underneath. Not as loud, not as much grabbing, if someone sees it they can mistake it for it falling on you by the body language.

-get a bandana. Or four. Napkins, bandages, tool, and accessory all in one.

-get a tiny sewing kit. I’m talking 3 needles and a spool of thread tiny. Scissors if you can sneak it. See things into your clothes. Make hidden pockets or compartments. Threadbanger on YouTube did a video a few years ago about sneaking things into music festivals using tiny clothing mods, but they may be useful in sneaking money or medicine.

-on the topic of sneaking money. don’t take bills, take change. If your abusers don’t meticulously count their nickels and pennies, they’re an easy(ish) way to build up a tiny savings pool. I found nickels the least noticed coin I took, even more than pennies, and taking two every few nights from where they’d be tossed on our countertop soon built up to a semi-reliable fund I passed off to someone to get me food for my stash without having to sneak it from the kitchen. As soon as I became “independent” in my food storage, I was subjected to much less scrutiny. I managed to build up a solid 1-2 week ration supply after hoarding change.

-you can tape SD cards to the inside of book dust covers(the part that folds inside the actual cover of the book), if you have a sewing kit or zipper on it inside the stuffing of your pillow (trim a corner, stuff it inside, stitch it closed) or (this is final resort) VERY CAREFULLY remove the covering from your outlet and tape it to the wall stud before replacing the casing. I kept mine inside part of my wooden bed frame that I hollowed out using, you guessed it, take out silverware knives and 4 nights without sleep.

-THE FLOOR IS LAVA WAS KEY TRAINING FOR ME AS A CHILD. I learned to take pillows with me, climb on furniture to disrupt my flow of movement, toss a pillow down, and use that to cushion any rattle our living room could give off as I crept to the kitchen from the side entrance so my mom’s dog wouldn’t bark or alert anyone. I highly suggest crawling around on all fours like some sort of beast to stay out of sight.

-can you run your house blindfolded?? If you can’t. Maybe you should try to learn. I suffered some heavy eye traumas growing up and had a collective 3-4 months just IN THE DARK. Eyes bandaged, left alone. It was terrible, but damn if I couldn’t navigate the whole place silently, without any visual cues. This helps a lot with the whole moving around in the dark thing, too. Listening is obviously key.

-if your parents start getting suspicious, or you’re suspicious they’re getting suspicious, watch out for traps. String on the ground that gets shifted when you walk on it. Baby powder or flour left to track footprints or doors opening/closing. My dad was partial to wrapping a bungee cord around my doorknob and attaching it to the closet across the hallway. I wouldn’t be able to open my door enough to get out, or if I did, I risked ruining the structural integrity of the wrappings he did, and he would notice.

-learn to tie some knots. Strong ones. They’ll come in handy at one point or another.

-remember that you’re not totally alone. There’s people out there for you. Wanting to make everything better. You don’t deserve what’s happening, it isn’t normal, and you will eventually find help. But staying safe is important, and you are important.

It upsets me that people might need to know these but I know it could really help someone by reblogging

in honor of my parents being back from vacation here’s a few more tips-

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The Computer Geek - Blue Beetle x Reader

Requested by Anon -  a blue beetle x chunky reader where Reader works the computers and stuff in the cave and feels out of place because of her body and such, but he gets her confidence up and develops a crush on her.

You were sitting at one of the computers at the cave, updating the security when Jaime, Bart, Robin, and Garfield walked in.

“I can’t believe they are trying to leave us out, ese,” Jaime remarked to the others. None of them seemed to notice you. 

“Nightwing said it was for our own protection,” Robin answered, crossing his arms angrily. “I think it’s just that they think we’re too young.” You glanced over at the boys, silently listening in. 

“How do they expect us to be ready if they don’t even trust us to try?” Bart snapped, throwing his arms in the air. “I know it’s about sex trafficking, but that doesn’t make us useless.” 

“Just because we’re young doesn’t mean we can’t help,” Garfield added, pouting. You knew a little of what they were talking about since Nightwing had assigned you to gather information about the mission. 

Bart pointed towards the Waterfall room. “They’re practically rubbing it in our faces by having the meeting right there.”    

You cleared your throat, making each of the four boys jump in surprise. “Do you want to hear what they are saying? I can hack the room’s security,” you offered, typing on your computer. The four boys looked at each other before coming over to you. You felt their approach, smiling as you brought up the security footage. 

The five of you listened in on the meeting. You did research based on what was said during the meeting. The boys were watching you in awe, having never seen you work before. While you were often in the cave at the same time they were, you rarely interacted with them. 

Once the meeting ended, and other team members began to leave the room, you quickly hid your research and the security footage.  You turned around meeting each of the boys’ eyes, mouthing ‘later’. Jaime’s gaze lingered on yours, causing your face to burn with embarrassment. Each of the boys nodded while Jaime simply blushed. 

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Over And Over Again

Natasha Romanoff x reader

You forced a smile and handed yet another to-go cup of coffee over the counter. Only three hours left until your shift ended. How you were going to manage those without falling asleep on the spot and thus losing you job, you had no idea. But it was definitely better than being at home. Tonight was Wednesday which meant his friends were going to be over. Awesome.

Maybe you would get the chance to spend a bit more time than usual closing the shop. It seemed to be happening more often these days.

Your thoughts were fortunately interrupted by another customer stepping up to the counter and this routine, you had gotten so very familiar with it over the past years, repeated itself mercilessly.

But today would be better because, in the corner of your eye, you saw Natasha pulling open the door of the café. She conjured a smile to your face – a real on this time – with the way she walked towards you.

“Hey, Nat,” you found yourself saying, “The usual?”

She propped her elbow up on the counter. “Oh, Y/N. You know me so well,” she sighed exaggeratedly, handing you the money.

“Well, you are one of my favorite customers.” You pulled out her change without having to look at the register, you knew the amount by heart as she always gave you a ten dollar bill.

“One of your favorite or your favorite?” The smirk on her lips did something to your insides you hadn’t felt in ages. “Choose wisely, Y/N. You know I’m an assassin.”

“Should I be scared now?”, you asked mockingly as you finished her order. There was no one else in line so you took a bit more time to speak with her. You really felt as if you had gotten something like friends over time and you found yourself wanting to not lose that connection. After writing her name as beautifully as could on the round cup with a little flower next to it, you handed her her order. “You know, I know I shouldn’t be this jealous but how on earth does one look like you do and drink their coffee with, like, half of the cup filled with whipped cream? It’s ridiculous.”

“Punching bad guys all day long really pays off then.” She slowly turned on her heels to leave. “And you have nothing to be jealous of, you’re gorgeous as hell.”

You were glad that she had mostly her back in your direction so she couldn’t really see the blush that crept up your cheeks but then she suddenly turned around again. “Hey, Y/N. Would you like to go out with me sometime? Like, on a date?”

You would have loved to say yes, you really would, but there was still Ryan. “I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend.”

Natasha’s smile fell slightly but she recovered quickly. “Well, then. I’ll see you later.” And with that, she was gone and another customer stepped in, bringing a stop to the small pause in your schedule Natasha always brought with her.

As planned, you took more time closing the shop tonight. You needed a breather before you had to go home eventually.

Natasha’s proposal for a date was still partially occupying your thoughts and you wondered what it was about you that had made her like you. Or maybe she didn’t. After all, she could have anyone and probably that was just what you were to her. A flirt, anyone. There was nothing special about you really, you thought and sighed as you made your way to your flat.

Ryan was already waiting for you. Well, awaiting you, as he was immediately in front of you to after you opened the door. “Where the hell have you been?”, he spat, “You’re ten minutes late. You were supposed to cook. The boys are already here.”

“I’m sorry,” you said lowly, making yourself look smaller as your crouched in on yourself. “It took a bit longer at work, there was this-“

“I don’t care about your excuses! Jesus, what are you even good for? I should get rid of you.” His voice grew louder with every word that he spat out. “Come on.” He grabbed you harshly by your upper arm. “Hurry or you will regret it.”

You nodded frantically, letting yourself get dragged towards the kitchen. Ryan’s grip on your wrist was painful and, by experience, going to bruise.

As fast as you could, you whipped up something quick and simple; you knew that, as long as the taste was decent, you wouldn’t get punished, or at least not too much.

Having learnt to the hard way, you placed a generously filled plate in front of each of the men. They did not like having to fill their plates themselves and, as much as you hated it, it was smarter to just oblige.

The last one gave you a hard smack on your ass and you breathed in deeply to contain your calm. This night did not need to escalate.

And it didn’t, luckily. You ignored the disgusting things they said about you and tried to keep them from getting to your head. All the names they called you, you were none of that. You are good. That what you told the person in the mirror as you washed your hands during one of the toilet breaks you got. You can do this.

The next morning was rather uneventful. You woke up, ate breakfast on your own, as Ryan was not going to get out of bed until at least mid day, and made your way to work. You were the only one in your relationship to have a job so you had to. Or else you wouldn’t have a roof over your head.

Lunch time at the café was, as usual, quiet and you busied yourself with sorting the different things one could put into their beverage by color, size, and then alphabetically. That didn’t kill too much time but at least the bell at the front door went off the moment you started to think again.

“Hello again.” Natasha smiled at you just like she did every time you saw her and you suddenly wondered if eyes were supposed to shine this brightly. With a soft calling of your name, she shook you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. The usual?” Contrary to what you always witnessed with Natasha, your smile didn’t reach your eyes.

A slight frown appeared on her face. “Yes, thanks. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit quiet today, especially for a Friday.” You turned around to prepare the order.

“I meant with you, not the café.”

“Oh. I just didn’t sleep well last night.” Your brain quickly came up a lie. “The neighbors just couldn’t shut up and the walls in my building are basically paper.” Neither of you laughed, although you had intended it to be a joke.

Natasha smiled at you, though. “Next time call me. I’ll make them stop.”

As you carefully put the lid on the to-go cup, you said, “I’m not sure you’re gonna manage that. They’re pretty much not bothered by anything at all.”

“Y/N, you forget that I am an Avenger,” she said, accepting the coffee you handed to her. By chance, her eyes found the bit of skin at your wrist where, as you had expected, a dark bruise had bloomed.

With lightning speed, your fingers moved to pull the sleeve of your shirt over it but it was too late. Natasha had already seen.

“What’s that?” Her gaze was practically boring into your soul and you felt yourself slightly shrink under it.

You opened your mouth to blurt out a response, another lie, but luckily, Natasha’s phone started to ring at that exact moment.

Sighing, she accepted the call and within a few seconds, she disappeared through the door with a hushed, “We’re not finished here. I’ll see you later.”

‘Later’, apparently, was very much later because Natasha didn’t come back for a good week. By that time, your situation with Ryan had reached another high. There were bruises all over your body that your cheap concealer had problems covering up properly and you felt like you hadn’t slept in a month.

As it was the middle of summer, it was way too warm to wear long sleeved shirts but you had no choice as you couldn’t let your bruises be seen by anyone.

That day, Nat walked in around five wearing gym shorts and a sports bra and you were so jealous as you felt a drop of sweat roll down your back. This heat was going to be the death of you.

“Hi,” she breathed smiling. Noticing that she was slightly sweaty as well, you figured that she had probably been working out before she came in.

“Hi, haven’t seen you in a while,” you joked. “The usual?”

“Not this time. I want something cold, something really cold.” With the back of her hand, she wiped away a bit of sweat off her forehead, before her hands moved up to redo her pony tail. “What can you recommend?”

“Um, we’ve got a shake thing with raspberries that I like in summer. It’s mostly ice water and raspberries but it’s good. Doesn’t have any sugar and the berries are fresh.”

“Yeah, I’ll take that. Thanks.”

You turned around to get to work and heard Natasha behind you gasp loudly. Instant fear that maybe your shirt had ridden up a bit to reveal your bruises made itself prominent but was replaced by relief when she spoke, “How are you not dying in the heat with those long sleeves?”

“Oh,” you said, turning back around, “I don’t mind. I get cold very easily. And we have air conditioning.”

Natasha slightly tilted her head as if she didn’t fully believe you. “If you say so. But maybe I’m just hot from my run.” And she really was hot, there was no denying that but you didn’t want to look at her because looking at her made you feel things you had long forgotten and you were scared. What if Ryan found out? At the same time, you couldn’t help but stare at her backside with her defined shoulders and tones thighs that you could see for the first time in those shorts she wore when she left the café again, raspberry shake in hand.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Nat spoke up as she was sitting in one of the lounge chairs in the living room, “Can you look someone up for me?”

You couldn’t sleep. Both the pain and the decision whether to go to the hospital or not were keeping you up. Your eyelids grew heavier by the second and the dull ache you felt on the side of your face had turned into throbbing pain and all you wanted was for it to stop. At some point during the last four hours, you had started to silently cry and now a mixture of tears and blood colored your bed sheets an ugly red.

Ryan had left an hour ago, claiming he needed to ‘calm down from the disappointment you always caused’ and you knew that he was going to return practically wasted. And drunk Ryan always was a really violent Ryan.

You wanted to leave this apartment, leave him, but you didn’t know how or where to go.

Your muscles screamed in protest as you tried to sit up and you knew that there was no way you were going to be able to pack the most important things fast enough to not get caught.

There was a knock on the door. It only could have been Ryan, so you hurried to get up but ended up on the floor as your legs were too shaky to carry you. A round of sobs shook your body with its force and all you wanted was some peace. It had never been this bad before.

A hand touched your shoulder and you flinched in fear. “Please, no more,” you whimpered helplessly.

The hand started to gently stroke your back up and down. “Y/N, it’s me.”

Surprised, your eyes flew open. In front of you kneeled Natasha, worry written all over her face. “I’m getting you out of here. Can you stand?” She helped you up before she carefully let go of you, but your knees gave in immediately. Out of reflex, her hands flew to your hips to steady you again, but even for that, you were too weak as you fully collapsed into her steady arms.

“I’m taking that as a ‘no’.” Natasha changed your position to get a better hold on you but was interrupted by a shadow appearing above the two of you.

“What the fuck is this?”, Ryan growled and you kept your eyes open to see Nat’s eyes change from careful worry to anger within a millisecond and you were suddenly very grateful that it wasn’t directed towards you.

“Give me one second,” she said calmly searching your face for any sign of protest and set you back down when she found none, leaning your body up on the side of the bed. Even if you had wanted to, your body wouldn’t have been able to make the effort to stop her.

The next minutes were sort of a blur to you, you only heard grunts and protest coming from Ryan, mixed with sounds of fists colliding with body parts and the cracking of bones.

When you heard Ryan slowly slide down the wall groaning in pain, Natasha was back by your side. “We’re gonna go now, okay?”

You nodded slightly, wincing at the discomfort caused by your movement, and were soon hoisted up by her before she carried you bridal-style out of the building.

Outside, you were met with Steve Rogers standing beside a shiny black car. “Oh God,” he said, “Is she okay?”

“I hope so. God knows what that coward did to her.” The rage still hadn’t left her and was very much evident in her voice as she spoke. You slightly winced under the tone and, of course, she noticed.

“I’m sorry,” she said, much more kindly now, “It’s going to be okay.”

In the car, Steve spoke up again, “What’s with him?”

Nat shrugged. “I think he was still breathing when we left.”

Steve gave her a pointing look through the rearview mirror.

“What? It’s not like he will be any loss to humanity.”

You woke up half an hour after being put into a bed in the tower. Nat was next to you, talking to other people in the room.

“I don’t understand why I even came with you. You handled the situation just fine.” The smile was evident in Steve’s voice.

“To stop me from killing him, which I didn’t, so thanks.”

Steve must have seen you stir awake because he said, “I’m going to leave you two alone then. Call me if you need anything.”

You heard a door open and close and saw that as your cue to open your eyes.

“Hey.” Nat moved her chair closer towards you. “How are you feeling?”

There was an unpleasant taste in your mouth and you tried to swallow it down, ending up a coughing mess. Nat handed you a glass of water.

When you finally stopped struggling for air, you spoke, voice hoarse and quiet, “better.”

Natasha nodded and silence settled around you two. Neither of you knew what to say.

“Thanks,” you broke it, eventually, “I don’t want to know what would have happened if you hadn’t saved me.”

Suddenly, her eyes grew very soft as she took your hand in hers. “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

“How did you know where I live?”

“Lived, honey. I’m not letting you go back to that place.” It amazed you how fierce she was. Afraid of seemingly nothing. But her words made you falter.

“I have nowhere else to go,” you admitted, staring down at your fingers fumbling with the blanket.

“You’re gonna live with me. Well, in the tower and only if you want, of course. I’m not deciding for you,” she said. Natasha made an effort to never behave like your ex-boyfriend had. “Everything is already arranged, though you can say ‘no’.”

You glanced at her and noticed that she was being serious, no bad joke was behind her words. “I would like that, thank you very much.”

She didn’t say anything as a response so you asked another question. With her, you somehow weren’t afraid to say the wrong thing. “But how did you know? You never answered my question.”

Nat grinned at you. “That didn’t go past you, I see,” she chuckled, making you smile in the process, “Once I saw the bruises, I had F.R.I.D.A.Y. look you up. I saw that your boyfriend had been to arrested for assault and domestic abuse with his last girlfriend and then I just-“, she paused, “you know the rest.”

You nodded, not knowing what to reply. Suddenly, you felt ashamed of what happened to you. You could have done something other than just letting it happen. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Nat perked up a that. “What are you sorry for? You have done nothing wrong!”

You shrugged. “I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

Natasha reached out for you, her fingers gently moving your face towards her. “Listen to me, Y/N. You are the most gorgeous person I have ever met. You are so gentle and kind. Your smile affects me so easily; I honestly don’t know how you’re doing it. I would save you over and over again.”

Your eyes grew big at her words. The thought of Ryan saying such nice things to you would have never crossed your mind in a million years. Sudden emotions overtaking you, tears began to silently roll down your cheeks, one hastily chasing the other until you were full-on sobbing right in front of her.

In an instant, Natasha was out of her seat and climbed onto the bed with you, hugging you tightly to her chest. The action made you yelp as she accidentally put pressure on some of your injuries. Immediately, she let go of you, apologising profusely. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t think of your wounds.”

Although she laid you back onto the bed, Nat stayed close to you and held your hand once more. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it really isn’t. Hurting you is never okay.”

There was silence after she spoke as her words had made a point you didn’t know what to add to.

Her hand intertwined with yours brought you such comfort, you didn’t know where to put it. You were so grateful that she had decided to buy her coffee in the exact café you worked at and then decided that she apparently liked you enough to go through all that trouble of saving you.

“Y/N?”, she broke the silence hesitantly.

“Natasha?”

“I would really like to kiss you.”

“Then do it.”

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Cuddles and Nightmares

Part 2 to Take me Home

Tim Drake X Reader Soulmate AU

A/N: please please please, like, comment, and re blog. i’ll probably be continuing this series and the soulmate AU with Dick X Reader. idk though. I feel really unmotivated and I’m hating what I write. Ohh, Also, I made a small change to part one so that I could add more fluff between the reader and Tim.

warnings: ehh, umm, dead bodies ish. one censored curse word (From Jason obviously). extreme fluff, read at your own warning. ;)

word count 2,381

Later that night, Tim had taken you back to the cave. You stood in awe, gazing at the huge hideout. When Batman had approached you, you shrank back into Tim, staring up at the Bat in fear and wonder.

“Who is this?” he demanded.

“My soul mate, [Y/N].” Tim responded, squeezing your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down.

“Does she know?” Batman asked.

“Yes.”

Do I know what? You never got to ask your question. Batman had pulled back his cowl to reveal…

“I knew it. I knew you were Bruce Wayne.” You said.

If he’s Bruce Wayne, then that mean Dick would be Nightwing. Jason is Red Hood. Tim is obviously Red Robin. And Damian would be the current Robin.

After he revealed himself, he had Tim get somebody called ‘Alfred’. It turns out Alfred was a kind old British man. He looked you over and poked and prodded you, much to your annoyance. While he was poking at you, Tim changed out of his costume and into casual clothes. Alfred then led you upstairs where you gasped at the size of the house. No not house- mansion. He led you to the kitchen where he already had a plate of food ready. You practically inhaled the food, not even bothering to use the silverware.

Besides the cookies, this was the first food you had had in a week. You knew Tim was watching you. You didn’t care about your horrible table manners, you were starving. Alfred brought you some napkins and you cleaned yourself up before he brought you a second plate. Now that you had eaten, you took your time and used the utensils.

When you were done, Alfred and Tim took you to your room where there were stacks of neatly folded clothes. Your room also had a built in bathroom with a shower and a separate bath. Alfred left the room, leaving Tim and you alone.

You couldn’t believe how big the room was. It was bigger than the alleyway you usually slept in. you walked around the room and picked up one of the shirts. “So clean.” you murmured to yourself. Tim sat on the bed and watched as you explored your new surroundings. You poked your head into the bathroom and looked at the tiled room. You went back into the bedroom and grabbed one of the clean sets of PJs. you told Tim you were going to take a shower and he chuckled.

You turned the water on to hot and stripped off your filthy clothes, leaving them in a pile by the door. You stepped into the shower and let out a sigh of relief when the hot water washed over you. For the first 5 minutes the bottom of the shower was brown from all the dirt washing off of you, but you didn’t care. For the first time in years you were clean.

When you were done, you dried off and changed. You checked out your reflection in the mirror and gasped. You looked like a totally different person. You face was clean from dirt and your hair wasn’t all tangled and sticking up in odd directions. You left the bathroom after drying your hair and saw Tim’s eyes widen at your new appearance.

“You look hot.” Tim commented, with wide eyes.

“Umm thanks.” You mumbled, going over to the bed.

“Well what do you think?” Tim asked you as you were feeling the soft, silky fabric of the blankets.

“It’s huge!” you exclaimed, making him chuckle.

You hesitantly sat next to him, your feet hanging off the side of the bed. He pulled you close to him and rocked you back and forth. You were tense at first but soon began to relax. You weren’t used to being touched. The only time someone had touched you in the last few years, it was to harm you. But Tim was different. He was warm and comforting and smelled like coffee.

“You know, you had the same reaction as Jason when he first got here.” He said.

“I thought you weren’t here when Jason got here?” you questioned

“True, but I’ve heard stories from Dick and Bruce.” He said with a yawn.

“You’re tired?” It was an obvious question but you still asked anyways.

“Mmm.” was his response. You pulled yourself away from his warm grasp and crawled beneath the sheets. It was a huge bed that could fit like three people, and it was so warm and cozy, and soft. You were embarrassed, but you did it anyways, and grabbed Tim’s arm and gently pulled, indicating that you wanted him to lay down next to you. He obliged and wrapped his arms around you underneath the sheets.

You turned so you could face him. “Hmm.” he hummed, already half asleep.

“I don’t deserve you.” you admitted, biting the inside of your lip.

At this, his eyes snapped open fully awake. His face was so full of concern it warmed your heart. “Don’t say that. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re right. You don’t deserve me. You deserve someone better.” You said with a sigh, knowing it was true. You were just a street rat who stole, lied, and generally hated people.

“Hey. look at me. [Y/N], you are perfect. You are strong, brave, smart, and most importantly, beautiful.” he reassured you, shifting his head closer to yours.

You knew what he was silently asking permission for. You wanted it as much as he did. You had wanted it for so long, to finally find the someone destined for you. You moved your face close to his so that they were only inches apart. He was waiting for you to make the first move, knowing that your were hesitant about touching. Your lips slowly and gently met his and you closed your eyes. He tasted like coffee and donuts. You melted into his embrace and the kiss turned more heated.

He slowly moved from your lips to your cheek, then your jawline. Everywhere he kissed felt like a jolt of electricity. You put a hand on his chest when he started kissing your neck. He stopped and looked up at you with worry in his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. it’s just-I. I’m not. It’s too soon.” You struggled to get out the right words. You weren’t ready for this kind of intimacy after being alone for so many years. You wanted it you just weren’t ready. Not yet, but soon.

“I’m so sorry [Y/N].” He apologized.

“No it’s not your fault. I should have…I should have said something. I just…” You sighed. You were never good with words or expressing yourself. You gave up on words and just snuggled closer to him. He relaxed and hugged you closer to him. You fell asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat and the warm scent of fresh coffee, seriously everything about him smelled like coffee.

You drifted off to sleep forgetting the fact that you usually have nightmares when you are in an unfamiliar place. It was the same nightmare you had been having off and on since your parents died. You dreamed you were walking down the sidewalk towards your house. As soon as you were half a block away, you saw the building explode.

You started running towards the building. You entered, not concerned about the fires everywhere. You saw them. Their broken bodies. Burnt by the fires. The same bodies the cops had showed you pictures of when they asked you to identify the remains. You kneeled by the blackened husks, their eyes and mouths open in a silent scream. Their white teeth strikingly contrasting to their blackened bodies scorched by the fire. You heard maniacal laughter and screamed.

“No!” you shoved yourself away from everything, falling off the bed. You knew you had woken Tim up by the grunts and groans you heard, but you were too dazed to care. He got out of the bed and picked you up. You couldn’t breathe. Your lungs were filled with invisible smoke from your dream. Tears fell down your cheeks even though your tried to stop them.

You couldn’t breathe. Your eyes refused to focus on anything. The only thing you could clearly see was Them. Their burned out husks were forever imprinted in your mind.

“Hey. shhh. It’s just a dream. I’m here. I’m here.” Tim murmured as he held you close to him. You had this dream so many times and yet you could never control your reactions to it.

“Just focus on my heartbeat okay.” He instructed. Your head was on his chest. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t respond. “Breathe in,” He continued. You tried to calm your breathing and did as he instructed, “and out.” you let out a shaky breath and tried to keep following his gentle instructions. When you finally calmed down you closed your eyes and kept your head against his chest while he slowly rocked you.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed out, while using the back of your hand to wipe your tears away. When that didn’t work, you used your shirt sleeve.

“Shh. you have nothing to apologize for. We all get nightmares.” he assured you. “Even me.”

You were facing the window and could see that it was still night time, meaning you’d woken him up. You felt guilty about that. At the same time, you were relieved he hadn’t asked what the dream was about. You knew he was tired. He shouldn’t be having to take of you. You removed yourself from him and stood up. He stood up next to you and grabbed your hand.

“Hey. seriously, it’s not a problem.” he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I think I just need some water.” He followed you when you exited the room and headed to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and handed you a cold water bottle which you sipped while sitting on a stool. He sat on a stool across from me, rubbing at the letters on his hand. You opened your mouth to ask him a question, when a short black haired boy with a scowl on his face, entered the kitchen.

You closed your mouth. He stopped and stared at you. Tim turned to look at him. You couldn’t see his face from this angle, but he was glaring at the boy.

“Who are you?” he asked, stomping towards you.

“None of your business French Fry.” You responded, ignoring his threatening tone. You heard Tim fake cough to cover up his laughing.

“My. name. Is. not. French fry.” The kid ground out. “It is Damian. Damian Wayne.”

“And my name is I Don’t Care.” You retorted. You were cranky anytime during the night. Plus you loved sassing people.

Apparently Tim couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore. He turned around to face you and burst out laughing and almost fell off his stool. Damian just glared at him and walked out of the room. TIm managed to compose himself.

“I didn’t know you were this funny.” he squeezed your hand with amusement in his eyes and a huge smirk on his face. It was a good way to wind down after a bad dream. You were about to reply when you heard footsteps approaching. You turned towards the doorway as a man with jet black hair entered. Damian followed closely behind.

“So you must be Timmy’s little love bird.” He said with a grin on his face.

“Timmy?” You jokingly asked Tim who just groaned at the nickname.

You stood up and put your half finished water bottle in the fridge. You walked back to the group and inspected the newcomer. He had to be Dick. the only other possibility was Jason, but he had the white streak in his hair.

You cocked your head to the side, an odd habit you had picked up, and continued looking the older teen over. He was beaming at you, trying to be as friendly and welcoming as he could. Yet, underneath you could sense him bubbling with curiosity. There was also some deeper emotion that you felt from him but you were too tired to figure it out.

You just silently stared at him, too shy to say anything. Luckily you were saved from the awkward situation by Jason who came barging into the kitchen.

“Hey has anyone seen my- who the f–k is this.” he was wearing the leather jacket that you always saw Red Hood with, which made sense know that you knew their identities. Does he ever take that jacket off? Dick cuffed him over the head and scolded him for language. Note to self don’t cuss around Dick.

“This is [Y/N].” Tim introduced you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, “She’s my soulmate.”

They were silent for a second, processing the new information before they all spoke at once.

“You’re a complete imbecile for letting a complete stranger into the manor Drake.”- Damian (obviously)

“Way to go Timbers!”- Dick

“How’d you meet?”- Jason

You hated all of the attention and for the second or third time that night, you shrank back against Tim. they all saw your reaction and stopped rapid fire talking.

“First of all she’s not a stranger,” he informed Damian, ”not any more.” he whispered to you, low enough that only you could hear it.

Before you could explain how you both met, Bruce and Alfred had entered the kitchen. This was not how you wanted to meet everyone. Bruce had dismissed everyone back to bed saying the discussion would be finished in the morning.

You all made your way back upstairs and into your separate rooms. Tim accompanied you to your room.

“Sorry you had to meet my family that way.” He said after he closed the door and sat down next to you on the bed.

“There’s worse ways to meet.” you yawned. He nodded in agreement as he matched your yawn. You both crawled back into bed and snuggled against each other. His arm was around your waist and you were holding his hand. That’s how you fell into a much more peaceful sleep; him wrapped around you, and you with a smile on your face.

Okay but my science teacher and his pregnant wife are goals. Today in class, I was sitting and doing my work when suddenly his wife walks in and nods towards a door that leads to a supply room and my science teacher stands up and walks in there. Then like 15 minutes later he walks out with a boWL OF SOUP IN HIS HAND AND A FUCKING BLANKET AND HE JUST HANDS IT TO HER, KISSES HER FOREHEAD AND SHE LEAVES. And when we look at him confused he just says, “my wife gets pregnancy cravings.”

Gif source:  Diane  |  Rebecca  |  Gibbs

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“Jay’s a damn cradle robber,” Rebecca laughs jokingly as she sees you for the first time in person when you open the familiar door to Jethro’s house. Was it weird meeting your husband’s exes? Kind of, but then again things where Jethro was concerned weren’t always traditional.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, sweetie,” Diane smiles, giving you a quick hug as she follows in wife number four while carrying a casserole dish filled with something she no doubt didn’t cook herself. “Congratulations on the baby.”

“Thank you, Diane. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you where you can put that, but the kitchen’s in there nonetheless,” you laugh, closing the door after them. Halfway into a dinner filled with the three of you actually getting along quite well, the front door opens unannounced thanks to its constant state of being unlocked.

Jethro comes into view, stopping in his tracks with his coat halfway off as soon as he spots the table filled with his blasts from the past. The look on his face is something you don’t think you’ve ever seen before on him.

Sheer horror.

“Oh, hey, Jethro,” you smile, getting up from the table to give him a peck on the cheek that seems to get him working again as his jacket slowly comes the rest of its way from his shoulders before he stands there, awkwardly holding it, “There’s still some dinner in the kitchen if you want any.”

“What is going on here?”

Ivar Imagine #4 | Little legs

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Author’s note: curse you all for giving me these feels! @raekenimages

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Ivar never thought he was worthy of love. 

He never dreamed that he would fall in love with a woman who would love him back just as fiercely. He never dreamed that woman would agree to be his wife, and he certainly never dreamed that she would willfully bare his children. Sometimes, though, reality can be better than your dreams, and Ivar would attest to that. 

A smile tugged at his lips as he watched his children play in the great hall, rolling around on the floor with their wooden swords in hand. The boys were only a year apart, largely due to Ivar’s insatiable appetite for his wife, and were constantly on a mission to outdo one another. He smirked when the eldest finally pinned his brother, stealing his toy weapon and then running off like a bolt with a victory screech.

The boys chased each other all around the longhouse, weaving between the other villagers and causing general mayhem wherever they stepped. It wasn’t until they circled (y/n)’s legs that Ivar panicked, his booming voice ringing off the walls. 

“Alright, that is enough! If you trip your mother, not even the Gods can save you. Outside!” 

The children nodded with wide eyes, quickly retreating in order to avoid their father’s scolding. Ivar patted his bound lap, beckoning over his wife with an amused smile on her face. She seated herself carefully, very aware of the bulging midsection that made everything more difficult than it should have been. He smoothed his hand over the round bump, tapping gently at the top of it when he felt the youngest of his children kick. 

“You are too hard on them, sometimes. I wouldn’t have fallen.” 

He huffed, too engrossed with the little thing still in his wife’s womb to give her a proper answer. (y/n) decided to let it go, watching her husband stroke and probe at her belly with adoration in his eyes. 

“I want another,” he declared. She chuckled, raking her fingers through his hair and tugging gently to get him to look at her. 

“You will have to wait until this one is out, I’m afraid,” (y/n) teased. Ivar smirked, planting an unexpectedly scorching kiss to her lips. 

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “it won’t take long. As soon as you have stopped bleeding from this one, I will have you full of my seed again and again.”