Prompt:

Bruce knows he is bad at emotion and that he suffers badly from a severe case of tongue-tying when it comes to anything that isn’t life threatening, and it’s started to make people not believe him when he IS trying to be honest

So he asks Diana if he can borrow the lasso of truth while talking with his kids

Doesn’t feature the kids, but MemoryDragon’s Bound to You has DCEU Diana & Bruce having regular (non-sexual) bondage sessions with the lasso for the purposes of getting Bruce to Deal With His Shit.

I haven’t read it all yet but this is some Good Shit with lots of Bruce emotions y’all. And Diana POV!!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Batman, Justice League - Character, Nightwing, Red Hood (DCU), Spoiler (DCU), Red Robin (DCU ), Robin (DCU) Additional Tags: batfamily, Awkward introductions, Based on a Tumblr Post, Creditd to batfamscreaming.tumblr.com Summary:

@batfamscreaming.tumblr.com: “AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way”

So it would be a great surprise if all of the sudden, everyone started meeting the children no one ever knew he had.

this is so cool omg (credits to the owners)

I am in love with this edit!!!

This is the stuff

Holy wow!

Damian as TT Animated Robin

Robin’s family was a bit of a mystery. The Teen Titans knew and respected that as best they could. It was just hard sometimes.

Or: five times the Teen Titans wondered about Dick Grayson without knowing they were wondering about Dick Grayson.

TT AU with Damian as 16 y/o TT!Robin, mostly grown up and much more comfortable than his eleven year old canon self.

Starfire and Raven were the two newest to the world—growing up in another dimension or another planet entirely was definitely a pretty good way to avoid TV news and pop culture.

While Raven put effort into getting to know her new world, it was a rather localized affair. She made a point of knowing what nightclubs and cafes had open poetry mics, an overview of the governmental systems currently in place, how to obtain a library card, and other such things that directly affected her day-to-day existence. Starfire seemed to enjoy the thrill of discovery and the inevitable subsequent sharing of culture that would occur whenever her teammates discovered something she had not previously encountered, and likewise enjoyed telling her teammates of similar practices on Tamaran, or the lack of them, as the case may have been.

Usually, their lack of connection with Earth culture (and very specifically, urban, Pacific Coast, United States culture) meant very little in the grand scheme of things. If they were caught off balance, most civilians gave them a pass because slightly strange faux pas were hardly the worst or strangest thing costumed heroes had done, and the Titans at least were sanctioned. Someone would explain things, get it all cleared up within a few minutes, and any destruction of property was written off and paid for in the cash pool specifically set aside for the inevitable accidents a group of superheroes would cause. So long as their mistakes didn’t cost anyone their lives there was compensation, and the lack of Earth knowledge was an eternal work-in-progress.

All things considered, it should have been expected that neither Raven nor Starfire knew about Nightwing.

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To Fix You

gif is not mine

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,308

Warnings: fluff?

A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I had this idea in my head and VOILA! I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! :)

With the Leviathans all over the States, Dean and Sam had to be careful.  They had to use random cars and stay the night at places they normally wouldn’t even consider.  They had to keep everything on the down-low whether they liked it or not.

Dean pulled up to the empty house.  It was surrounded by trees and it was the only one for miles.  The house appeared to be in decent condition for being left to the elements.  Dean still preferred motels to these random houses.

“We should only stay here for a couple of days,” Sam suggested.  “We can check up on Frank and see if he has anything.”

“I wanna take down this dick so I can get Baby back,” Dean muttered.  “Maybe things can go back to normal when we take him down.”

“As normal as they can get,” Sam said with a sympathetic look on his face.  As the younger Winchester was checking the trunk, he didn’t see any water.  “Hey do you care if I go get some water?  There should be a place a mile or two down the road.”

Dean sighed and tossed Sam the keys.  “Be careful,” Dean said.  “Grab something to eat while you’re at it.  And no kale this time!”

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ca:civil war trailer-inspired headcanon

Okay, okay, I know I am NOT ALLOWED ON TUMBLR RN but, like, look guys the CW trailer came out and I had to just swing by to check and-

HEADCANON TIME

So, basically, we see from the trailer that Bucky can now recall lots of details about Steve and that is essentially how he proves to Steve that he is no longer the Winter Soldier. He can remember the past and he remembers Steve and everything is good in that area.

BUT- what if he only remembers Steve. That is, what if Steve was the one safe thing that he can allow himself to remember, that hasn’t been completely corrupted by Hydra and so he knows everything about Steve (and he spends hours repeating those facts over and over because those are the things he wants to remember, if he says them loud enough – Steve used to ace spelling quizzes, teachers used to try to get Steve to stay late so the kids wouldn’t have the chance to pick on him, Steve stuffed his shoes with newspaper and extra rags in his pockets – if he says them loud enough, he could drown out mission details that are constantly running through his head, names that he is supposed to get to, facts and figures about guns that he doesn’t want to know) and he knows somethings about himself in relation to Steve but he-

He doesn’t let himself remember facts about just him. Doesn’t let himself or maybe can’t because Hydra has twisted them and maybe the Winter Soldier was based off his own personality, his own violence and-

He keeps it to Steve. He knows who Steve is and he knows who he is when he’s with Steve.

No personal details.

And I’d imagine that he limps along like this for a while. Steve is the only one who would notice and when he is with Steve, he is fine.

(When Steve hits his shoulder like that, he is supposed to duck his chin and roll his eyes; when they get a chance to be in a car, he makes sure to put on old timey jazz; when they fight together, he has to make sure the other guy comes after him more…)

So he’s fine and there’s fighting and craziness and he doesn’t have time to worry about it.

And then, after maybe (or maybe during), something simple happens. Something like- They are eating breakfast at a little diner and Bucky grins and tells the waitress “I’ll have what he’s having” with a nod to Steve and Steve doesn’t notice because he’s in the middle of a story or a call with Nat and the food comes – waffles topped with strawberries and blueberries – and Bucky digs in, but Steve hesitates and-

“Buck,” Steve says and the note of alarm in his voice is enough to send Bucky’s fork clattering to its plate.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You hate strawberries,” Steve says. And Bucky can’t figure out if it is question or suspicion in his voice and he freezes because he doesn’t know how to explain that he didn’t bother recalling any of his personal preferences, not when they don’t matter – not after what he’s done – not when going back to his own past might call up something-

“Oh,” he says and he is surprised to realize that it’s true. He doesn’t particularly enjoy the tart flavor bursting across his tongue, he just hadn’t considered being able to change it and didn’t think that it mattered but Steve is still looking at him with concern and he has to do something and- “Right. Uh- I didn’t actually hear what you ordered. When I said to get me the same.”

Steve still makes no move to eat his own food.

“My mistake,” Bucky says, picking up his fork and diving back in. He shrugs with one shoulder – the same move he uses when Steve is worried he’s hurt – “Not gonna waste it, though, right? People these days waste too much.”

It’s a common complaint between them and Steve nods and it’s a bit stilted but he picks up his fork and starts eating and Bucky remembers the steps to this dance well enough and has even picked up a few new steps these past weeks and-

There. Crisis averted.

Except, obviously, something that big – that Bucky doesn’t remember anything about himself – that can’t stay hidden forever.

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Untangling a Demigod | Loki Laufeyson One Shot

“Imagine being Loki’s only friend in the Avengers Tower and getting caught braiding his hair.”

You were hungry. You had tried persuading your stomach that it was two o’clock in the morning, hardly the time for a nacho craving. But your stomach had stubbornly refused to listen, so you climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. As you rummaged through the fridge, trying to find the salsa, you thought you heard a voice coming from the connected room. Nachos suddenly forgotten, you closed the fridge and went to investigate.

Cautiously, you poked your head into the adjacent room. This room had a rather large dining tables at one end, and a huge television set surrounded by comfy couches and armchairs at the other. Seated on one of these couches, with his back to you, was none other than the God of Mischief himself.

You and Loki had unexpectedly bonded since taking up residence in Avenger Tower. The demigod was fairly antisocial, but always seemed to open up a bit for you. That didn’t mean, however, that you weren’t still a little intimidated by him. So, you approached quietly, trying to figure out what he was doing without alerting him to your presence. Your stealth failed, though, as you were so focused on Loki that you failed to notice one of the dining chairs wasn’t pushed in, and you tripped over it.

Loki swore and leapt to his feet, spinning to see the source of the commotion, then chuckled at the sight of you trying to extricate yourself from the chair. He waited, politely amused, for you to straighten up before he asked, one eyebrow raised, “What exactly were you trying to do?”

You scratched at the back of your neck, trying to hide your nervousness, but getting the strange, sinking feeling that the Asgardian could see right through you.

“I was just… getting a snack. What about you?”

“Getting a snack involved attacking the furniture, did it?”

“Well… no,” you admitted, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt now.

“It’s not a good idea to sneak up on me, you know,” Loki informed you, not coldly, but matter-of-factly, before turning and sitting on the couch again.

You took this as an invitation, and came and sat at one end of the couch, far enough away to give Loki his space, but close enough that you could see what he had been doing. On the coffee table was a mirror, propped up against a tissue box, and a rather large pair of scissors. On the floor at Loki’s feet was a thin lock of black hair, which he reached for now.

“Were you–” you began, but he cut you off.

“I was trying to cut my hair,” Loki spat. “It’s getting most unruly, and I’m beginning to tire of it.”

“I see,” you said gently. You couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t also trying to match his brother’s new style, even if just subconsciously. You decided not to press the issue. Loki was kind to you, yes, even friendly, but you weren’t sure how far his patience would extend. You thought for a moment, a rather uneasy silence hanging over the pair of you. “Would you like some help?” you asked finally, edging a bit closer to the demigod.

Loki looked up from the lock of hair in his hands, a look of genuine surprise on his face.

“Yes,” he said, after some consideration. “Yes, I suppose that would be all right.” he picked up the scissors and began to hand them to you. But then he hesitated, biting his lip.

“Yes?” you prompted. It was clear he was battling with himself. Summoning up your courage, you scooted even closer, and reached out to take both of Loki’s hands in your own. You gently pulled the scissors from his hand and set them aside. “Perhaps,” you suggested, “you should sleep on it before you go cutting your hair off.”

“Perhaps,” he agreed, not taking his hands away. The silence that fell now was much more comfortable. Loki’s eyes searched yours for a while, and then he gently squeezed your hands before murmuring, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you said. “That’s what friends are for, isn’t it?”

Loki nodded thoughtfully, his eyes growing somewhat distant.

“Now how about I help you find another way to tame your hair?” you said, injecting a little more cheer into the mood of the room. You gently directed Loki to sit on the floor in front of you, giving you access to his hair. “How do you feel about braids?”

“I’m not sure,” Loki admitted.

You grinned.

“Let’s give them a try.”

You began running your fingers through the demigod’s long black hair, gently working the tangles out. Loki closed his eyes and sighed, apparently rather enjoying your touch. Once the tangles were gone, you set to work on a neat French braid that would keep Loki’s hair from his face.

Lost again in concentration, you both jumped as someone spoke behind you.

“I can’t believe you guys are having a slumber party without me,” Tony Stark quipped, swirling a drink with one hand and using a dish towel to wipe grease from his face with the other. “I don’t have enough hair for braids, obviously, but we could do pedicures, if you’re game.”

You finished wrapping your hair tie around the end of Loki’s braid and stood up.

“Actually, I was just about to head back to bed,” you said, making your exit and leaving Loki staring after you with a puzzled expression on his face.

Tony didn’t stop teasing you about it for months.

Florist!Steve x Reader x Biker!Bucky

When the usual delivery of sunflowers changes to pick up Steve and Reader discover that there is more than meets the eye of this handsome biker called Bucky.

Masterlist - Ongoing - cowritten with @writemarvelousthings

Pairing: Florist!Steve x Reader x Biker!Bucky Summary: The morning was looking to be a seemingly normal one at Brooklyn Blooms but a change in delivery makes for an interesting Friday.  A/N: Okay so this is based off an ask here. This is written in collaboration with @writemarvelousthings, it may be posted on my page but it is just as much her fic as it is mine. I’m so so excited for this series. Please come let us know what you think, we’d love to hear from you.  Word count : 1,158

Chapter 1

The purple door of Brooklyn Blooms stood out amongst the brownstones, like a colourful shell lying on the dull sands of a beach. It had been Steve’s idea to paint it, no longer wanting the flaking grey paint to reflect the sombre mood of the florist and with that first stroke of purple paint you saw Steve’s smile return.You had met Steve as a young apprentice fresh out of floristry school, his mother taking you under her wing in her cosy Brooklyn shop.  You remember first walking into the shop. Every nook and cranny was covered in plants and flowers of all kinds, the air light with mingling scents. Mostly, you remembered the sheer joy that surrounded the florist, people milling about buying little bouquets of happiness for others and once you had met Sarah and her son Steve the atmosphere made even more sense. Steve and you quickly bonded, becoming friends soon after. So, when his mother got sick Steve didn’t hesitate to ask you to move in with them into the apartment above the shop.

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OKAY BUT IMAGINE TONY AND PETER BONDING OVER SHARED ITALIAN HERITAGE/MOTHER FIGURES

• it starts when Peter cusses Happy out in Italian bc he’s frustrated

• Tony starts laughing his ass off and Peter has an “o shit” moment

• “where’d you learn Italian, kid?” “…Aunt May” “knew I liked that woman for a reason”

• full discussions in Italian to frustrate Pepper and Happy

• eventually Tony tells Peter about his mother, and tells stories about her in Italian

• when cap and co. get back they speak solely in Italian on coms

• talking shit in Italian near constantly

• Tony takes Peter to his mothers grave, it’s silent until Peter, in Italian asks:

• “so, Mrs. Stark, what are you wearing up in heaven? something skimpy I hope”

• Tony isn’t sure if he should laugh or cry

• when Peter meets Rhodey, he says something unflattering in Italian

• Rhodey just raises an eyebrow and asks Tony if this stick ass kid seriously just called him an asshat in Italian

• “yOU NEVER TOLD ME HE KNOWS ITALIAN” “I DONT BUT IVE KNOWN TONY LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW CURSE WORDS”

• Tony is dying in the background

• Peter holds speaking Italian with Tony over Harley Keener as “proof he’s Tony’s favorite”

• Harley asks F. R. I. D. A. Y. for Italian lessons the next day

Soulmate Tattoo AU

@wlwprompts posted Soulmate AUs. Not requested. Just for fun. 

The first words your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your body Sam felt conflicted as he traced the first words he had ever spoken to Jessica Moore on her thigh. He loved that the words were his. He felt guilty that the words on his ankle didn’t belong to her. He kept the tattoo covered with socks and she had never pressed to see it. Maybe she thought they were hers.  

                                                           * * *

Dean had grown up knowing that everyone was born with a tattoo of the first words that their soulmate would ever speak to them. He had watched as other people compared theirs or traced their fingers over the markings. Dean stared at his and felt alone. Everyone else had words. He had a tattoo that didn’t say anything. They were squiggles and strange symbols. Dean didn’t know that they were Enochian. 

                                                          * * *

 Sam and Dean got back to their bunker that was their home. It had been a long day. The brothers exchanged grunts before going off to their respective rooms. Sam sat on his bed with a heavy sigh and ran his hands through his hair before kicking off his shoes and leaning over to take his socks off. His fingers brushed his tattoo and he did a double take. “Sorry. I wasn’t working that night.” He smiled a little, relief and the rare sweep of happiness taking over as he fell back onto his pillows. Eileen. 

                                                          * * * 

 Dean had tried almost his whole life to scratch or cut or burn off the tattoo of the dumb squiggles that marked his rib. Scars that had built up around and on top of it had been healed away by each healing touch that Castiel had given him for every injury he’d had since he’d come back from Hell. He wrote one of the markings on a page, just idly doodling while drinking a beer and putting off research. Cas walked behind him and looked at it. 

 “Are you learning Enochian?” Cas asked as he stopped behind Dean’s chair and looked at the ancient word. 

“No?” Dean moved to scribble out the symbol. 

 “Where is the rest of the sentence?” Irritated, Dean drew out the entire tattoo that he had memorized from his own ribs. Cas looked at it for a moment and smiled. 

 “How did you know what I said to you in that gas station in Illinois?” Dean looked from Cas to the markings and shrugged, his face burning. He crumpled up the paper mumbling something about “just doodles” and walked to his room.

                                                      * * *

 Angels, being celestial beings, didn’t have tattoos. When they took a human vessel, usually no tattoo would replace the previous owner’s. Castiel had had two tattoos for years after he had found his vessel, Jimmy Novak. Jimmy’s tattoo stayed on his inner arm until the moment he died, when it faded to the pale white of his skin. When Castiel had possessed Jimmy, a new tattoo had appeared on his ribs. “Who are you?” was all it said. Castiel tried to ignore that he had a tattoo at all. Angels weren’t supposed to have soul mates. The ones who did were typically hunted to avoid the creation of Nephilim. He heard the words not long after acquiring his vessel. He head the words come from Dean Winchester on his first night on Earth in the 21st century. 

Celebrating Halloween for the first time with Peter Parker would include:

• “i always liked the idea of Halloween, i never got to celebrate though….”

•"wait, what?! You never got to celebrate Halloween?!“

• he would make it his responsibility to educate you about the holiday.

• “Peter, i don’t think a flow chart is tgat necessary.” “hush, (y/n). The avengers do it this way.” “i’m officially on the team you-” “i said hush.”

• wanda and Natasha getting you two matching costumes.

•“guys it’s too sexy…” “Nothing’s too sexy (y/n)” natasha argues. “today’s the day you can dress slutty” wanda sits you down and they both help you with the costume and make up.

• steve, bucky and tony being super-over protective.

•“oh, no.no.no. no! You don’t wear that outside, missy” tony crosses his arms. “steve!” you would look at the blonde “no.” steve would shake his head. “BUCKY!”

• “WHAT?!” he would come with a gun. After listening and saying everything he would only have one thing to say. “oh, no, hell no. You don’t get to wear the catwoman costume outside.”

• Natasha and wanda would come to your rescue.

•peter would soon arrive dressed as Batman, enjoying the cape and using the “batman” voice to announce his arrival.

•"hey (y/n)- WHOA”

•he won’t be able to take his eyes off you.

•"stop it, kid. You’re drooling.“ tony would point.

•peter would actually check. You’d grin like an idiot, obviously blushing.

• “let’s go, batsy?” you ask in a sexy voice.

• “of course.” he would soon get in his character.

• the guys lowkey threatening him to not try anything funny and take care of you.

• you both would laugh a lot and act like total goofs.

•ned and MJ loving your costumes.

•aunt may would take pictures. “i always liked the idea of catwoman and batman being together” she would wink, embarrassing peter and making you laugh.

• you flirt with him all night. To your surprise, he flirts back.

•pictures. Loads of pictures.

•“they need to kiss.” ned says to michelle. “oh they need to stop the eye fucking and just do it in some alley if it means this stops.” she would reply. “ew, but true.” ned would nod.

•throwing candies at each other.

• ned and MJ getting tired of all the beating around the bush.

•“get some.” ned would push Peter towards you and Michelle would do the same making you two crash into each other.

• “hehe, Wh-, what the hell guys?” peter would be blushing furiously.

• “KISS.” they would say in unison. “put us out of our misery!”

•"aw, is the big bat scared? How-” you never get to finish your sentence because he crashes your lips against yours.

•"I’m never scared.“ him using the batman voice as he pulls away. You rolling your eyes and kissing him. The kiss is deepened and you two are straight up making out.

• “jeez, guys. We’re still here… ” Michelle would say in disgust. “i got a picture!” ned would show you to his phone grinning.

• smiling, blushing, holding hands till you get back to the towers.

• “bye, (y/n)” Peter would smiles not wanting to let go of your hand. You don’t want to either.

•tony getting suspicious. His eyes widen as he notice peter’s too red lips. “steve!”

•"DID YOU TWO FONDUE?!“ he would ask scared.

•"NO” you both would reply. “we just kissed. Then kinda made out, okay bye!” you would rush to your room.

•the guys turning to peter.

•him climbing up a window and looking them dead in the eyes. “I’m Batman” he jumps out the window.

• “I’m going to beat the hell out of him” bucky says from a corner.

A/N: hope you huys liked it! Love you all loads. I know it’s super early but hey. I’m thinking of doing a supernatural x teen!reader one too. Tell me you want me to do it!!

“I think that if I ever met a mermaid, I’d want to talk with them about what it feels like to fly. I’m sure their swimming is a similar comparison.”

“Cas, you know mermaids don’t exist, right?” Dean said, a smile playing on his lips and one arm resting along Castiel’s shoulders. Cas rambling on about odd subjects while they lay in bed together was not an unusual occurrence, but an endlessly amusing one for Dean.

Castiel frowned and turned his head to look at Dean.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I don’t know if you noticed, but I kind of come into contact with a lot creatures like that.” Dean shrugged his shoulders, gesturing at himself. “I think with all the hunters that have ever lived, one of us would have noticed if mermaids exist.”

“Not too long ago you would have said that angels didn’t exist.”

“Yeah, but -”

“And you do realize that you’re arguing with someone who has witnessed the creation of all of earth’s creatures since the beginning of time?”

“Um, I mean - I guess…”

“So, you can say with certainty - knowing that humans have only explored less than five percent of your world’s ocean - that there are absolutely no mermaids living there?”

Dean paused, snapping his mouth shut as he stared back at the angel, trying to read between the lines.

“Cas… are you implying that you know mermaids exist?”

Castiel’s amused smile faded into something more nonchalant as he sat up and stretched his arms above his head.

“I’m going to get a glass of water. Do you want anything?”

“Cas,” Dean leaned over to make a desperate grab at his arm to keep him in bed and missed, as Castiel had already stood up. “C’mon, Cas. Wait - are mermaids real??”

Castiel grinned and began putting on a robe, cinching it loosely around his waist.

The silence dragged on while Castiel walked over to the bedroom door, tugging it open and turning to glance over his shoulder agonizingly slowly.

“I’ll have to ask the Loch Ness Monster.”

The door shut behind him.

To Steal A Kiss

Summary: As a mild criminal, you make a bold move to pick-pocket a suspicious looking stranger, but you may have picked the wrong target. (Bucky x reader)

Request/Prompt(s): Can you do this “I kissed you as a distraction while stealing your wallet” with Bucky x reader? Thanks!

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1933

A/N: Ok first, I do not condone theft. Second, I’m so glad someone picked this one!!! :D This was such a fun idea!

“We’ve been here for over an hour!” you whined, pacing the small empty room, dust particles swirling up into the sunlight with each step. “When do we make the drop?”

“When I’m ready,” your partner hissed, clearly annoyed with your impatience, “We’re the ones with the goods, they’ll wait and right now I’ve got a lurker that’s been hanging around at the corner for too long.”

“Lemme see.” You pushed your way to the window, picking up the heavy binoculars from the floor.

“Big guy. Army green coat, and black hat, northeast corner.”

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Banana Pancakes

PARINING- reader x avengers 

WORD COUNT- 1.5K

WARNINGS- non unless you count fluff as a warning :P  

Hello everyone, thank you for reading my last post, it makes me feel all warm and happy when I see you guys have liked what i wrote, now I have another one for you yay!!! Although I should probably be doing my Uni assignments whoops, all well, I hope you like it, you can read this as a continuation of Moving in which you can read here  or you can read it as a stand alone, what ever floats your boat :) anyway here it is, hope you guys like it! 

I also made have made this slight Bucky x reader, but i am so Bucky trash at the moment forgive me 

GIF NOT MINE! 

The mornings after a mission that didn’t go so well were always the quite ones. Having gotten a decent amount of sleep you knew that today would be a day of reflection, a day of wondering what went wrong or what you could have done better. Of course the rest of the team felt the same way, but they all displayed their disappointment and anger in different ways, something you picked up on very quickly. You’d be one of the first ones up, which surprised even you; normally you would dare fight anyone who woke you up before 10am. Only the likes of Thor, Bucky or Nat would be brave enough to step over the threshold of your room and risk a flying lamp or well-aimed shoe. But eventually you would be pulled out of the warmness of your bed; Thor had learned that physical force was needed on the odd occasion and it was no strange sight to see you slumped over the God of Thunder’s shoulder in defeat as he carried you into the kitchen.  But on these mornings you would be up well before the rest of the team.

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“I’ll take you to the candy shop. I’ll let you lick the lollipop.” You ‘rapped’ along to the song enthusiastically. A smile pulled at your lips even more as you danced a bit to the beat. The length of your legs were bare, and you wore one of Sam’s old shirts. Dinner cooking in the kitchen you occupied, believing that you were alone. The sight pulled a grin to his lips. Not just any kind of grin, though. A small, satisfied smile. Maybe you didn’t quite realize how long it had been since he’d seen you just let loose like that. Since your smile had been so bright. The lightness in you made the weight lessen on his own shoulders. He’d never been so thankful to have gotten home early. He glanced over at Dean who had the same smile on his face. Their girl was starting to come back to them…

And so their legacy grew….

Sam smiled knowlingly when the “CW” appeared right under the “DW” but said nothing when Dean challenged him to comment with a look. 

Just like he kept his silence when moments later their newly-human friend stumbled into the room, wearing Dean’s old Lep Zeppelin t-shirt. 

After that, it just kept happening.

Some, like Claire and Jody, added their initials openly, joyfully, grinning brightly.

Others weren’t as open about it, but one day, Crowley dropped in and when he left, there was a “C” on the table they ignored. 

And then there were those who couldn’t add their names anymore. Sam, Dean and Cas did those together, silently remembering those who had gone before. 

None of them would ever know.

But many years later, no one was considered a true part of the hunter community if he didn’t add his initials to one of the many tables in the bunker - and stayed a minute to contemplate those it all began with.