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iguana-eyanna · 3 months

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Sunshine and Clouds

Pairing: Shayne Topp x Preschool Teacher! Reader

Summary: Things keep on getting better as you take your relationship to the next level

requested by @winifrede

"Babe? Where are my keys?" You ask, lifting up the cushions from the couch.

You were running late to your work and you were trying to find the keys to your car. You looked by the fridge that usually held them by the keychain and under the sofa in your living space.

Shayne pops his head and jingles your colorful keychain that had your school ID.

"Looking for these?" He asks playfully.

"Haha, very funny. Give them back." You said, reaching it, but Shayne stretched his arm, refusing to give it so easily.

"Not so fast there, you gotta give me something."

"Shayne, c'mon. I'm already 10 minutes behind schedule." You said, looking down at your Apple watch.

"Just one kiss, that's all I'm asking." He said, giving you his signature smile.

You roll your eyes and lean in for a sweet kiss as his arms wrap around your waist.

You pull apart as Shayne wiggles your keychain in front of you.

"It was by your work desk. I had to lift the paintings your kids made."

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver. Now I gotta go!" You said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Shayne smiles as you run off to work at the school you've been working for the past three years.

He remembers meeting you at a Barnes and Noble where you were buying books to read to your kids in your first year of teaching. He could sense you had a big heart. He asked you out then and there and your relationship could only be described as sunshine and clouds.

When you first moved in with each other, Shayne and you really learned to accommodate both of your living habits. For instance, Shayne was a minimalist (there was no question, everyone knew this). He just remembers walking in the middle of the night almost trampling over the work you brought back home, from a stack of worksheets or Crayola crayons.

But you two figured out your differences and helped each other through everything.

You remember helping him draft video ideas and often told him to go to sleep when he accidentally dozed off by his laptop.

Shayne remembers calming your sniffles when your first class graduated, but you knew they would do great things as they continued their education.

And now, he decided to head to the gym since it was his day off and noticed that you forgot your lunch. He looks down at his phone and realizes you should be at work now, and decides to text you.

Shayne: Missing something? 🍱 💛: oh my gawd not again! 🤦‍♀️ Shayne: lol, I should really buy you that airtag for christmas then Shayne: I can drop it off to you now if you want 💛: Really? ty, I would eat lunch here but I will not be satisfied with just dinosaur nuggets at the cafeteria. Shayne: No problem, go through the front desk like last time? 💛: Yeah, you'll be in good hands. The front office ladies love you stopping by. Shayne: Huh, maybe you should forget your lunch more often for me to stop by then 😏 💛: you're so funny

You always like sending those gifs and it always makes him laugh till he can't breathe.

Shayne: please ✋🏻 Shayne: But yeah, I'll go through the front and meet you later. 💛: ty again. I love you!! Shayne: Not possible, I love you more. 💛: you must be wrong sir, because I love you most <3 💛: drive safe!!! Shayne: will do Shayne: ... and I love you infinitely

Shayne shuts his phone as he gets ready to head over to your school.

Once he gets there, he comes down to the front of the school and signs in and has one of the office people walk with him to your class. Shayne lightly knocked on the door and he could hear a bunch of kids screaming in unison.

You open up the door, greeting him with a bright smile.

“Wanna say hi to the kids? I mentioned you were dropping something and they wanna see you.”

“Oh yeah definitely!” He replied.

He always wished to have kids of his own, and since you were a teacher, his dream of starting a family only grew immensely.

“Everyone? Mr. Topp is stopping by to say hello! What do we say?”

A bunch of kids turn around and smile, waving.

“Morning Mr. Topp!” They said in unison.

“Hi everyone! Just dropping some lunch for your teacher.” He said, waving your bag in the air.

“Oooooooooooooo” some kids said, smirking. You playfully roll your eyes and grabbed your bag back and ran towards your desk.

“Okay everyone, let’s work on our alphabets today! Miss Suki from next door will watch you momentarily till I come back.”

One the teacher who had a free period came over, you waked Shayne to the front of the school.

“What do you think of the kids? I think they’re my most rumbustious class I’ve had” you joked, but loved the students regardless.

“They seem like a fun bunch, makes me wonder how our kids will be like.” Shayne said, then stopped in his tracks.

You stopped as well, feeling your throat become dry.

Both of you awkwardly stood by his car, waiting for the others response.

“You want kids?” You ask shyly.

Shayne felt his courage building, no longer hiding his hands in his pockets as he looked at you, timid.

“Yeah, I um… I want to have a family. And I uh… hope I can start one with you.”

You slowly smile, feeling your cheeks grow rosy.

“I wanna have kids with you too, Shayne.”

His smile grew wide as he hugged you, swirling you around in the air.

“Oh my god, I’m relieved. I wasn’t sure since you handle kids 24/7.” He said, looking back at you.

“Please, have more faith in me” you joke.

“And besides,” you said, closing in the gap. “Maybe we should start practicing on this plan of ours?” You ask innocently, slightly smirking.

Shayne’s eyes blew up at your statement, placing his hands on the lower back.

“Oh you be careful. Once we get home, I won’t waste a second.” He said.

“I’ll bet you won’t. Now go, I gotta get back to my class. I love you.”

You two share a kiss, more passionate than this morning.

“I love you more, I can’t wait to see you tonight.” He said, giving you one more peck before he jumped in his car and drove out (and you think he screamed a loud ‘Whoop!’ in his car.)

‘He’s gonna be a wonderful dad.’ You thought as you shake your head and smiled, walking back to your class.

Tonight was going to change the rest of your lives.

#shayne topp #shayne x reader #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp smosh #shayne topp x you #smosh fanfic #smosh fanfiction #smosh #smosh games #smosh pit

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iguana-eyanna · 3 months

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Matt coming home from a bad day at court and needing you so desperately but you're not home yet so he has to settle for getting naked and crawling into bed all alone. You come home and find him wrapped around your pillow, clutching it like his life depends on it even in his sleep. You take pity on him and strip down and climb into bed behind him, holding him and gently running your fingers over his chest. You know he's exhausted and overwhelmed by the way he doesn't even rouse at your touch. You place a few tender kisses on his shoulder before settling in and falling asleep.

Just... taking care of Matt Murdock yall. I need it.

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iguana-eyanna · 3 months

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I NEED THIS MAN PLEASEEEEE

Jack Reacher - Headcanons

A/N: I'm almost done watching the Amazon Prime show, and Alan Ritchson was such a good pick to play Jack Reacher. And there's not enough Jack Reacher fics on here

Warnings: Cursing, Jack Reacher's dry ass humor, brief mentions of blood/minor injuries

Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson) x Reader

Master List - Part 2

First and foremost, this man is HUGE. He's 6'5, 250 pound of THICK.

He's BIG. He's WIDE. He's TALL. He's THICK.

*Cue McDonald's "Painfully Thick" Milkshake Commercials*

Where am I going with this?

This man usually knows that he takes up some space, but sometimes he forgets. There are countless times where he accidentally knocks you over. Like you breaking your neck when you talk to him sometimes. He thinks it's funny.

Of course, he's a man of few words, and his favorite phrase is "Details matter." - and he truly means it

This man pays the attention. He's very attentive.

Even if y'all aren't dating, he picks up on the little things. Your favorite color, your favorite music genre, your favorite snack, your everything. And commits it to MEMORY - this man don't forget a thing.

This man loves food, and he can eat. Please give him a hot meal and a piece of pie.

I am a firm believer that you can bribe this TREE OF A MAN with a slice of peach pie.

Since he is a self-proclaimed hobo, your place of residence has become a safe base and as payment for letting him stay with you, starts fixing stuff in your house.

Your sink's broke? He gone fix it.

Your car's leaking? He gone fix it too.

He doesn't even ask you and you don't even have to tell him - he just start fixing things and like a week later he'll be like "Yeah your sink was making a noise to I fixed it." And you didn't even know it was broken in the first place.

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iguana-eyanna · 5 months

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NCIS: Roy Pt. 1

You can't remember the last time you had a peaceful sleep.

Maybe since you've been sleeping in your lab all day, trying to find a cure for your friend, Roy.

Roy Sanders, the golden Navy Lieutenant. You often teased him about how he was like Superman with his righteous personality and piercing blue eyes. He just laughed it as he gave you his blinding smile.

He still smiled even when someone close to his work tried to poison him.

It started off small, thought he had a fever and just needed to rest. He had to stop jogging his route near the capital. But one night, he came to your door, eyes bloodshot as he lost his breath.

"I don't trust anyone but you."

He confided in you about the work he was investigating in and that someone in his agency is trying murder him as he got closer in his investigation. You told him he should go to NCIS himself to help him, and stop the person who's doing this to him.

"Let's go to my lab, I'll figure out what's going on with a blood sample and I'll find a cure."

"No don't, I'll go to NCIS tomorrow. They'll help me."

"Roy, you can barely keep your eyes open. What makes you think I'm going to stand idly and watch you die?"

"Because I don't want you blaming yourself that you couldn't save me in time!" He raised his voice.

It was the first time you ever see him so angry, but he was right. You would have blamed yourself every day that you're the one breathing and he wasn't.

"I have to at least try."

He pondered till he nodded his head, agreeing that you would help him. He knew you would go against the laws of science just so he could have a future.

Now you're at your lab, waiting for the test results if your serum could deteriorate the Thallium that was in his bloodstream. You consulted with Abby Sciuto, the forensic scientist at NCIS, and compared notes.

She saw how determined you were to save your friend, but she knew deep down there was more than what you were saying.

You loved Roy.

Ever since you moved to DC, Roy was the first friend you made when you met him at a conference. You loved how positive he was and made every effort to make a difference in the world.

Then suddenly, you heard a beeping noise from the machine that was formulating if the serum was working. You flutter your eyes in confusion till you rush over, looking at the paper that printed the results. You scanned over the stats, muttering what the results were telling you.

You look up from the paper and raced towards your phone, dialing Abby's phone number.

"Abby, I need your help."

Your heels clicked loudly in the hallway as you searched for Roy's room. Then, you see Ziva outside of a door, looking at everyone suspiciously.

"Hi, Ziva? I'm-"

"The doctor friend of Lieutenant Sanders. Yes, Abby informed me."

"Then you know that I have the antidote." You said, holding the protective case that held the vials.

"Has it been tested before?" she asks.

"Not exactly-"

"Doctor, I don't doubt your work but if it's not tested, I cannot allow you to worsen Lieutenant Sander's state." Ziva replied, trying for you to step aside.

"Ziva please! Wouldn't you do anything to save the person you love? I have to do this. Either I give him this serum without knowing whether he's going to live or see him slowly die without even trying." You said, your voice thinning.

Ziva looks at you, seeing how much you cared for Roy.

"Alright, I'll call his doctors to help administer the medicine."

She stepped aside as she went to look for them and you look through the window seeing Roy.

He looked paler and even tired and looked... looked like he was just waiting to die. You turn the knob and you walked quietly inside while he slept. You sat in the chair, feeling your palms clammy, trying to calm your nerves.

"You know, I think I have to buy you quieter shoes." Roy said.

You look up and see Roy awake.

"You knew that was me?"

"People could hear your heels in the hall from Canada." Roy joked, making you laugh.

You scoot closer as you hold his hand.

"How are you?"

He shrugs slightly as he gives you a small smile.

"Tired, but I feel I have a few good days in me."

"Don't say that, Roy. You're going to get better." You said.

"All the doctors have told me that I'm not going to live past this month. It's too late now. I've already accepted it, so should you."

You shake your head, feeling the tears go down your face.

"So me being confined in my lab to find a cure for you was for nothing, Roy? I'm not giving up on you like every goddamn doctor in this hospital. You prove them wrong. You're going to walk out of this hospital with a second chance of life. You're going to run your daily morning jogs you've desperately wanted me to join with you."

Roy chuckles, remebering that you'd refuse to wake up at 4 in the morning to run around D.C.

He then turns his head, his eyes growing with doubt and worry.

"I'm dead weight. You need- to move on. Settle down, get a dog, and have that white picket fence life. You should let me go." He said, saying this last part with a whisper.

"I can't do that, Roy."

"Why?"

"Because I- I love you goddamnit." You said, raising your voice.

He was silent, and you stood up, pacing in the small room.

"You know, it was hard to just keep my feelings by myself for the longest time. But I was scared that- that I was going to lose my best friend... whether if I told you how I felt or this-" You gestured around you.

"and I know you don't feel the same way-"

"Who said I didn't?" He asks.

You stop, looking at him by the foot of the bed.

"I'm sorry?"

He chuckles lightly, giving you a cheesy smirk.

"You know, for someone who brags about being the smartest person in the room, you really can't see the answer in front of you."

He tried sitting up, but his strength gave out, so you rushed to his side as you helped him.

"Guess I was scared too of saying something. I trust you with my life but I couldn't have the guts to ask you out."

For some reason, both of you began to laugh at yourselves.

"What is it with us?" You said, sitting on the side of his bed.

"I don't know, but we have impeccable timing." He said, placing his hand on his side. You reached out and intertwined his hand with yours.

Suddenly, Ziva came in with his doctors looking a bit grim.

"It's time for the trial"

After the doctors did the procedure, you cuddled with Roy before heading to sleep. Even if visitors should have left hours ago, Ziva pulled some strings. She was happy to see Roy more hopeful than ever.

Both of you were trying to stay awake, having so much to talk about, but your eyes kept fluttering.

"Promise me... you'll wake up with me in the morning." You whispered.

Roy wasn't so sure of making an empty promise, as the warnings for the antidote would either be a 50/50 chance. But he kissed your temple as he held you in his arms.

"I promise I'll be right here."

Both of you dozed off that night, and both of you were filled with uncertainty and fear.

But one thing is for sure.

Roy would fight for one more day if he could spend it with you.

#roy sanders #roy sanders x reader #friends to lovers #friends to lovers trope #ncis reader #ncis #ncis fanfiction #ncis x reader #ncis roy sanders x reader

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iguana-eyanna · 5 months

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To Be Something More

Pairing: Shayne Topp x fem!reader

Summary: This isn't your regular movie night with Shayne.

Requested by @winifrede . This was fun to write!

"Pride and Prejudice?"

"No, watched that with Jackie."

"Mr. and Mrs. Smiths?"

"Really?"

"Hey, it's still a good movie."

"Yeah, from old fossils like you"

Shayne gasped dramatically as he grabbed his chest.

"That is just hurtful and you know that."

"Oh please, nothing can penetrate those muscles you have." You said, popping some popcorn in your mouth.

It was your annual movie night with Shayne at your place. (You tease how he has such a small place for a big man and he blushes at times when you call him that.) Now as you scrolled down Netflix, it seemed as if you went through the entire collection of films.

You suddenly get a ping off your phone and you look down at it, chuckling.

"What?" Shayne asks, curiously.

"Ah it's nothing."

"C'mon, I wanna see." Shayne whined.

"Dude, get a grip." You said, pulling your phone away from his view.

Not even a millisecond, Shayne jumped on top of you, trying to reach your phone as he tickled your waist.

"What - the - hell?" You gasped, laughing uncontrollably, feeling as you're losing the gip on your phone.

Shayne finally reached out and finally caught it, staring at your screen.

"Now let's see why you're so secretive."

He inspects and sees that it's a video on YouTube, but specifically a video they just published online for Smosh. Shayne and Damien were supposed to shoot a cooking video and have the Mythical Kitchen Chefs test your food.

Damien got a cold, so you filled in as Shayne's competition. The entire video was just you bickering back and forth about who made better cookies.

"How was filming with the Try Guys baking competitions compared to this?" Shayne asked Josh who was off camera. "Actually, pretty chaotic here than their studio." You laugh as you knead your dough. "Yeah, you viewers are lucky you don't have to be fed up with this guy. When Shayne and I bake, he's so technical with the measurements, that he bought a food scale for my birthday." You said. "So we can both use it!" Shayne yelled out. Shayne looks at the camera, pausing his mixing. "If you saw how she bakes at home, you'd understand my frustration. Look at her now!" Your side of the kitchen was messier compared to Shayne's, making you frustrated. "You know, when the judges eat mine, it'll taste like love. Yours will taste like stale protein shakes." You said as he was also using that as an ingredient. "Oh yeah? Why don't you come over here and prove it." He said, taking a spoon of peanut butter and trying to flick it in your bowl. "No means don’t even try." You said as Shayne tried to sabotage your recipe. "It looks like you could use more - flour." Shayne said, throwing a fistful of all-purpose flour all over your arm. "That's it. No more playing nice." You replied, throwing some marshmallows at him as he tried deflecting it. You two went at it for a couple of minutes till Shayne lifted you in the air and threw you on his shoulder. Both of you were in hysterics.

The editing team had to reduce the food fight to manage the video better, but the full fight was posted later, gaining more traction with viewers. Shayne and you gained a good amount of new followers the following day.

Shayne scrolled down and saw the comments, knitting his eyebrows.

is it me or - no, no one sees this but me? okay 👀

I will go FERRAL if this is platonic because that's just robbing us 😤🫠

I want Shayne to lift me in the air like that 😭🥵

"These comments are very..."

"Colorful? You should see the fan edits."

"You've watched them?" Shayne said looking down at you.

"Yeah, they've been all over my fyp on TikTok."

Shayne chuckles as you later joined in the laughter till it dies.

"Hey, Shayne?"

"Yeah?"

"You're still on top of me."

"Oh, sorry." He quickly said, sitting up.

You shimmy upward and stole your phone back from him.

"C'mon, I think it's more entertaining to watch these compared to whatever's on TV."

So all night, you and Shayne were comparing fan edits on your couch.

"Here, look at this one." Shayne said, lifting his phone to your face. It was the infamous Keanu Reeves TikTok where he's crying while sipping wine and wearing headphones. The caption read 'give up all your money or have Shayne & you as canon'

"Nope, mine's better." You said, showing Shayne a compilation of you two titled 'Shayne Topp Shooting His Shot.'

"Wow, they said I tried flirting with you 39 times?" Shayne asked.

"That's only from this month's videos." You said.

"Well, you're also flirting back at me." He said, knowing he's just getting under your skin

"Please, you’re the one always stirring the pot.” You said, leaning forward to him as you crossed your arms

“Oh I’ll show you pot stirring” Shayne said in a matter a fact voice, inching closer to your face. You flutter your eyes as his direct his gaze to your lips. And in a moment, Shayne found his hands back to your waist as he kissed you.

Your face began to heat up and your thoughts became haywired. But all you could do is deepen the kiss as you tangled your fingers through his hair. Soon enough, you found yourself climbing on top of his lap as you didn't draw a breath till you pulled away.

You two stare at each other in bewilderment.

"Wow" Shayne whispered.

"You know, you're not as bad of a kisser as I thought you'd be."

"You thought of us kissing?" He asks, softly.

"From time to time. How about you?" You said, not knowing his true feelings.

"I um, I think about us... a lot."

"Really?" Your heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah I mean, you make me laugh the most when we shoot videos and when you're the only one who actually listens to my workout regime-"

"I know how much you like to brag," You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

"-but you take the time to listen. And when we hang out like this, I wouldn't trade it for anything else."

You slowly wrap your hands behind his neck as you look at him lovingly.

"So, what are we going to do now?"

"I want us to be something more if you want to."

You nod your head softly as you place your hand on his cheek.

"Wouldn't have anyone else, Shayne."

Shayne gives a breath of release and smiles at you, beaming with so much joy. You two kiss again, later connecting your foreheads together feeling this fluttering sensations you never felt before.

Later, you find yourself in Shayne's arms as you cuddle under a blanket as you watch 10 Things I Hate About You, as you finally get to end your movie night right.

In more ways than you can imagine.

#shayne x you #shayne x reader #shayne topp #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp smosh #smosh fanfic #fanifiction smosh #smosh shayne #smosh pit

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iguana-eyanna · 5 months

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NCIS: Damon Pt. 1

So I've been watching NCIS since summer and fell in love with a lot of supporting characters. Here are some blurbs I had in mind. <3

Damon Werth:

"Damon needs you, more than ever." Gibbs said as you stared at Damon through the one-way mirror glass.

"Special Agent Gibbs, I'm not sure. We broke up before his deployment." You said, tugging your cardigan closer.

You and Damon were high school sweethearts. He had dreams of serving his country, but his immune system got in the way of being medically cleared. In just an instant, he became one of the strongest and fastest soldiers in his unit. You couldn't believe how he progressed through training, but you kept it to yourself.

Things didn't go as planned the month before he deployed. He decided to break things off between both of you. You didn't understand, since both of you were thinking of marriage. Even if it wasn't easy, you had to move on for the sake of your unborn baby.

You found out just days after the breakup and Damon was already deployed. Up till now, two injured NCIS agents came to your doorstep asking you about your ex and that's how you ended up here.

"I never seen him so afraid." You whispered. Damon could only be described as a deranged beast, frightened of his surroundings as he tried to break free from his restraints.

"Somebody drugged him with enhancements. We're trying to figure out who did it." Gibbs said.

Your hand landed on your growing bump, feeling protective.

"You're the only one who can get through to him. You were listed as his emergency contact for a reason. If anything happens, I'll be outside the door in an instant." Gibbs reassured you.

You look at the agent and back to Damon, determined to get the love of your life back.

"I'm ready."

You were escorted out then arrived at the door where Damon was in. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest, but you nodded to Special Agent Gibbs to open the door.

Once he did, Damon's head whipped towards who came in and saw you. He didn't say anything, but his eyes explained it all. Gibbs closed the door gently behind you and you slowly made your way to sit down.

You tried to formulate words, but they couldn't come out.

"Please tell me you're real."

"Wh-What?" You replied.

Damon gulped as he felt his throat dry, but he continued.

"Tell me that you're actually here, and I'm not hallucinating."

You thought for a moment, and you looked up at him.

"When you finally got enlisted, you wanted to take me out to this fancy restaurant. After that, we strolled through the park and you bought me a yellow rose from a stand. Then you said..."

"... I'd buy all the flowers in the world if it meant to see you smile again."

Damon's voice became soft and saw how his muscles relaxed. You raised your hand on the table, trying to reach him but he flinched back.

"I don't - I don't want to hurt you." He said, his voice straining.

"You won’t, Damon."

He scoffs as he sits back.

"Really? Who do you think hurt those agents that brought you in?"

You pause, but you held your ground.

"You were scared, you didn't know what was real and what wasn't."

"Don't make excuses for me, I hurt people. It's not safe for you or your baby to be here."

You could feel your eyes water as he also looked like he was close to tears.

"Damon, it's our baby."

He was speechless. All this time, he thought you already found someone and made a family together.

"How long have you've -"

"6 months. I found out after we broke up."

And that's when his shoulders began to violently shake. He began to sob and tried to face away from you, ashamed.

"I should have- stayed. I should have never - left you." He hiccuped, as his eyes began to grow red.

You got up from your seat and stood by Damon, enveloping your arms around him. He sank into your embrace as his sobs began to grow louder. You silently cried as well, as you held him closer, missing his touch.

"Dammy, they're trying to help you. You need to tell them who did this to you."

"I-I can't. It's complicated."

You let go, feeling a burning sensation in your chest.

"Damon, that agent told me you could overdose! You would rather die than live long enough to see your daughter born?"

His eyes soften as more tears threaten to pour down his face.

A daughter... he always wanted a girl.

He wanted to tell you the truth so bad. But if he admitted that he'd administered the enhancements to himself, he would have been dishonorably discharged. He fought so hard for his future in the Marines, that's all he ever wanted to be: a soldier.

But all he could do was look up at you with saddened eyes.

"I'm sorry." Damon whispered.

You stood still as your tears felt like they were burning.

"You're not the man I fell in love with, Damon. I hope this is worth it." You said, storming off as you opened the door. He called your name, then began to yell after the door was closed. He tried breaking off his restraints but there was no use. You close your eyes as you lean behind the door, sobbing. Agent Gibbs was there in front of you with sympathetic eyes and you hugged him, needing some comfort that you hadn't had in a long time.

Damon could hear your sobs outside the door, only wanting to hold you in his arms and place a loving hand on your bump where your little girl was safe.

But he knew he had to keep this secret to protect you two.

Even if it would kill him.

#damon werth #damon werth x reader #damon werth x pregnant reader #ncis #ncis x reader #ncis fanfiction

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iguana-eyanna · 5 months

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Everything I Could Have Asked For

It was your first Christmas with Lewis as a married couple. You wanted this Christmas to be special. You turned to your side, hoping to cuddle closer to your husband in bed, but his spot was vacant.

You suddenly turn your head to the door, hearing it swing open and saw Lewis holding two mugs.

"Merry Christmas, love. Made some hot chocolate with some candy canes." He said, offering the mug as you sat up in bed.

"Merry Christmas." you whispered, kissing his plush lips softly, then sipping your delicious drink, then making a scrunched face.

"Wished that was coffee? Still don't understand why you had to stop yourself from enjoying." Lewis quipped, snuggling closer to you.

"It's called heartburn. Maybe if I close my eyes, it will magically turn into a latte." You said, as Lewis' free handheld you close.

"I don't think that's how physics works. But, I could wrong. Wasn't really known to be a science guy if you guessed."

You fake gasped, placing a hand on your chest, making Lewis roar with laughter.

"I gonna make you pay for that." He said.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do?" You said, placing your mug on your nightstand. Lewis' eyes glint with mischief as he placed his mug down, now using both hands to hold your waist as he peppered your neck with kisses.

"Maybe - we can - skip - presents." He said, as all he wanted to do was stay in this bed with you.

You hum as your fingers comb through his hair.

"Lew..." you warned, knowing that he should open up his present today.

"Alright alright, but could I just hold you for a few minutes? That's all I need in this moment."

Your husband always had a way with words, so you two lied down and just felt present: no long-distance video calls on the phone or either of you working vigorously.

For doing nothing, it felt like you were doing everything.

Finally, you two rushed down the stairs and ate for a bit before opening presents. You two decide to sit on the floor.

Lewis insisted on giving you his gift first.

You open his gift and see a bunch of printed tickets for flights are framed.

"These are all the tickets we had when we'd flown out to see each other. I carried a box with me on tour cause it made me realize we always made things work no matter the distance. Finally had a chance to frame it now."

You trace your fingers to every place you two visited each other, from Glasgow, New York, even the Neverlands where he proposed.

"Lew this is amazing, I-I love it." You said, beginning to cry. You kissed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Now, it's your turn." You said, getting up and dragging a rather large box and placing it by his lap.

Lewis began to tear off the wrapping paper and slowly opened the box. Inside of the gift was an old guitar but its strings replaced.

"What's this?" He says, squinting as he took it out.

"It's your first guitar that you played on! I remember when you said you sold it to a pawn shop. I did a little digging and found it online. I absolutely was sure it was yours when I saw your initials carved in the back."

Lewis flips it over and sees the small carved initials he placed on the neck of the guitar. He chuckles as he begins to remember.

"Dad was mad when he first saw that. But I said it gave it character. I can't believe you remembered, love! It's smaller than I imagined, it was only made for kids when I had it." He says, starting to play a few strings as he begins to tune it.

"Well, you can use it to teach our kids how to play the guitar one day. Perhaps in nine months or so." You said.

Lewis smiles at the thought as he still plays until your words finally dawn on him. He looks at you with wide eyes as he places the guitar down.

"Wait." He said, shuffling closer to your grinning self.

"Are we - Are you..." He began stuttering as he held your waist.

You nod eagerly as you reach for another gift.

"One way to find out." You said. Lewis frantically grabs it as he tears apart the package, lifting the lid to see two positive pregnancy tests.

His eyes gloss over as he looks back at you with teary eyes.

"We're having a baby." He says, his voice choked up.

You crawl into his lap as you hug him tightly. Now both of you are crying at this point. Lewis buried his face in the crook of your neck as he cried happily. He then pulled away, and you wiped his tears.

"Imma mess." He chuckled.

"You're my mess. And you're going to be the most wonderful father to our little one." You said. Both of you look down at your non-existent bump as Lewis places his hand softly on your belly, looking at you with a loving gaze.

"This is everything I could have asked for."

#lewis capaldi fic #lewis capaldi x reader #lewis capaldi imagine #lewiscapaldi #lewis capaldi #lewis capaldi fluff #lewis capaldi x pregnant reader #lewis capaldi fan fiction #scottish beyonce

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iguana-eyanna · 6 months

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My RELIGION

"Fine,come here sugar... but you better keep it quiet"

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iguana-eyanna · 6 months

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I NEEDED THIS

Baby daddy's, for your enjoyment.

It might take August a while to get used to a human pooping machine.

Walter is used to it and Sy is soooo happy to be past that stage. (he doesn't realize there's another baby on the way shhh)

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iguana-eyanna · 6 months

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I never fell in love with shoulders until I saw this.

Henry Cavill's shoulders appreciation post

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iguana-eyanna · 6 months

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Now That I See You

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader

Summary: Damien knew he wanted to be with you since you two first met, and now he wants to start writing the next chapter for your happy ending

A/n: so I recently saw a TikTok of Damien singing "I See The Light" and I KNEW I had to write something

You and Damien decided to take a trip to Disneyland, treating yourselves to a well-deserved trip.

Now as you two were very busy in your careers, you haven't been hanging out as much as you like to. So why not enjoy a day Disney bounding like one of your favorite characters: Rapunzel and Flynn Rider?

"I can't believe we haven't done this together." You said, taking a bite of a sweet treat you bought at a food stand.

"We really picked a good day to go out too. Perfect weather, not too crowded, and I get to spend it with my princess." Damien said, squeezing your hand gently.

You started to blush a shade of pink and you kissed Damien's cheek, making him match the same rosy cheeks as you.

"Excuse me?" a young voice said.

You both turn around and see a young girl, probably around the age of 6, dressed head to toe like the Tangled princess herself next to her parents.

"Are you Rapunzel?" She asks, her eyes beginning to widen with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, the Rapunzel meet and greet closed when we got here. She's been wanting to meet her so bad." The mom whispered for you two to hear.

You mouthed an 'Oh' quickly before you knelt down, smiling.

"Why, yes I am! And may I say you have a lovely dress, Princess..."

"Malia! Princess Malia." She said, courtesying.

"Why it's very lovely to meet you, Princess Malia. Eugene, isn't she just stunning?" You ask, staring up at Damien.

He brightens as he gets in character.

"Why she is, Blondie. It's very nice to meet you, too." Damien said, bowing down to her.

"Why's your hair purple?" She asks, pointing up at Damien.

"Oh! Um, I ate a plum, not knowing it's cursed. It made my hair purple! We're trying to find a magic item to break the spell." he replied quickly, making the young girl scrunch her nose and then laugh.

"Silly prince," she said, making you almost chuckle.

She turns around and jumps up and down.

"Mommy, can I take a picture with Rapunzel and Eugene?" she asks.

"I'm not sure baby, they have to go break the spell, remember?" she said, not wanting to impose on your time.

"Oh, we don't mind! I'd love to capture this moment too if that's alright." You said, making Malia squeal with joy.

The mom mouthed a quick thank you as you and Damien posed with the young girl. Damien stepped out of the picture so it could just be you two.

"Thank you again for doing this, Malia is going to remember this for the rest of her life." the dad said to Damien.

"Of course! I'm glad we got to make her wish come true." Damien said, seeing how Malia was still talking to you and you looked like your heart was about to burst with cuteness.

"You guys are great with kids, are you two married or...?"

Damien looks back at the dad, a bit startled.

"Oh uh, no. We've been together for 2 years now."

"Well, you two look very much in love. I look at my wife every day and I'm thankful I got to ask her to marry me." The dad concluded, walking over to his little family.

That night when Damien came back to his apartment, he was on his phone, endlessly scrolling for the perfect ring to propose you with.

"You look beautiful," Damien said, leaning by the door frame as he came to pick you up.

"Why thank you, you look quite dashing yourself." You said, putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

It's been four months since that day in Disneyland, and today you two were going to shoot a music cover together, singing "I See The Light" from the Tangled soundtrack.

It was Damien's idea, and you guys have been rehearsing for about a month. He asked Courtney to help out with recording and Shayne to set up some decorations by a park.

You and Damien walked over since it was close to your apartment and saw your friends brighten up.

"Aw, it looks so good guys! This has to be the most beautiful set I've recorded at." You said, noticing the decorative lanterns and the purple and pink flowers.

"Yeah, once it hits 6:00 pm we should capture the golden hour..." Courtney said, showing you how her camera can capture the scene, making you preoccupied.

Shayne goes up to Damien who falls silent, walking back and forth on a stone path.

"Hey, it's going to be alright." Shayne reassured his friend.

"I know, it's just - jitters I guess."

"Trust me, she's going to say yes, I think it's better than me practicing with you."

Damien laughs, remembering how he and Shayne would use the weekend when Shayne would take your place and pretend how you'd react once Damien popped the question.

"Thank you, for everything you and Court have been doing. I couldn't ask for better friends."

Shayne proudly smiles as he quickly hugs his friend, trying not to cry.

"You're doing great man. Let's get you ready." Shayne concluded, patting Damien's shoulder as the two walk over to you and Courtney.

She helped direct your positions as you began to perform.

All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in All that time never even knowing Just how blind I've been Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight Now I'm here, suddenly I see Standing here, it's all so clear I'm where I'm meant to be And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once everything looks different Now that I see you

You turn at Damien, smiling and he felt a flutter in his chest. Then, he too began to sing.

All those days chasing down a daydream All those years living in a blur All that time, never truly seeing Things the way they were Now she's here, shining in the starlight Now she's here, suddenly I know If she's here, it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go

You and Damien held each other's hands as you looked lovingly in each other's eyes.

And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once, everything is different Now that I see you Now that I see you

And that's when Damien knew in this moment, that this was it. Time slowed down when he began to kneel on one knee. You looked confused as Damien was still looking up at you. It wasn't until he tries to reach for something in his pocket

"Dami?" You whisper in a small voice, now chocked up.

"When we went to Disney Land together, you made this little kid's dreams come true. And then suddenly, the world somehow shifted. I wanted to have a new dream with you. So..."

He says your full name as his smile becomes brighter.

"... will you marry me?"

You start nodding right away as you lower yourself where he is, beginning to cry.

"Yes! Yes, I will marry you." You said.

Both of you begin to cry as you hold onto each other. Damien slides the ring on your finger as he looks at you with so much love. You two stand up and you look back at your friends who caught the whole thing.

Shayne was slightly crying as Court was comforting him.

"You don't know how long we've been waiting for this." Court replied, making you all chuckle.

"What do you mean? I've been dying to do this for two years!" Damien added.

You playfully roll your eyes as you allow yourself in Damien's embrace, feeling like this is where you belong, right here in this moment.

#damien haas x reader #damien haas imagine #damien haas #smosh #smosh pit

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do i hate you or do i just need to kiss you

Pairing: Lewis Capaldi x Singer! Reader

Summary: For some reason, both you and Lewis hate each other. But that changes after one night being forced to be with each other in an enclosed space

"Hold the elevator please!" You yell out loud.

You were muttering under your breath, as your heels were killing you at one of the award shows you were nominated for. You were really looking forward for tonight. This was your second time being nominated and you hoped to bring your first award home.

But, a certain scottish songwriter had to steal your spotlight once again.

Yes, you had quiet feud with the famous singer, Lewis Capaldi. You two were often stuck with one another at award shows or events. People thought you two would be a good fit with each other, but each interaction was filled with wallowing and grumbling under breaths.

You were about to thank the person who waited for you to get in the elevator and you see Lewis again, who didn't look too happy as he just saw you fighting with your poofy dress.

"Oh, just my luck," you muttered under her breath.

Lewis rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Can't escape me, can you?"

You resumed silence as you pulled in the entirety of your dress inside and pressed the floor that you wanted to go up to, as most of the singers booked rooms above the banquet hall at the venue.

Lewis just stared at you as you were clearly not wanting to be here and in his rare moment, decided not to say anything that can turn into a fight.

Could this night get any worse?

The rest of the ride was silent until the elevator jolted to a stop, plunging them into sudden darkness. You let out an exasperated sigh, while Lewis groaned.

"Great, just what I needed," you grumbled, trying to press the emergency button but no one replied right away.

Lewis pulled out his phone, seeing that he had no reception, and just decided to turn on his flashlight.

"I think the elevator thinks your dress is too much." Lewis chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Like your personality?" You snapped back at him, clearly upset.

As minutes turned to what felt like infinity, the two musicians exchanged impatient glances. The tension was palpable, and the silence became unbearable.

Each of you chose a corner to sit down. You chose to take off your pinchy shoes and you looked at Lewis who was mildly bored.

"You know," you finally broke the silence, "it's not like I planned for this to happen."

Lewis raised an eyebrow. "What, getting stuck in an elevator with you?"

You smirked. "Oh, please. As if I'd choose this."

"Well, it's not on my list of preferred evening activities either," Lewis retorted.

"Since we're talking about that, why don't you entertain me on what you'd rather be doing now?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Psh, like you want to know." He says, shaking his head. He looks over to your shoulder as you await his answer.

"Wait, you're serious?" He asks.

"I got nowhere to be." You said, leaning your back against the cool metal.

Lewis looks down at his lap and thinks a bit.

"I'd be watching Love Island."

"Wait, wasn't your ex on the show?" You ask.

"Yeah, but I skipped the season she was in, she kept on mentioning that I wrote a song about her."

You couldn't help but stifle a chuckle until you started to laugh hysterically.

"I am so glad I'm not you!" You said, also making Lewis join in your laughter.

As the two of you were still confined in your small space, something shifted. You two spoke more compared to any of the small encounters you had in public. You and Lewis started sharing about early struggles in the industry, the sleepless nights spent perfecting lyrics, and the moments when you both doubted your own talents.

You began to shift closer to Lew, your past frustration giving way to a faint smile. "You know, for someone who's my 'rival,' you're surprisingly... human."

Lewis chuckled. "You're not the ice queen everyone thinks you are either."

You share a fake gasp as you hit Lewis playfully in the shoulder.

"Hey um... I wanted to say that I really thought you were going to win tonight. Your album really blew me away."

"Wait, the Lewis Capaldi listened to my music?" You fake gasp.

"I'm trying to compliment you and you're making fun of me?" He asks, crossing his arms at you.

"I'm sorry, not used to you sharing something nice about me." You explained.

"I kinda deserve that. But truly, I hope you get the next nomination. You really deserve it."

You give him a small smile, feeling a sort of flutter in your chest.

"Thank you." You said, slightly blushing.

Lewis comes closer to you, staring at your beautiful eyes in the dim lights gave from your phones.

"Have you ever listened to my stuff?" He asks, amusingly.

"Occasionally." You whisper.

His eyes glint at how you're slightly teasing him.

"I feel like you're holding back with me, love."

You slightly scoff when he calls you that.

"What?" Lewis said.

"I didn't say anything." You replied, trying not to be obvious.

"That lil' scoff you did when I called you love. You're flustered, aren't ya?"

You stare at him with disbelief.

"You know what? I remember why I didn't like you in the first place." You said.

"Oh, so we're being like that again. For a minute I thought you were pretty cool but you're still childish." He bit back.

You got up from where you sat and placed your hands on your hips.

"You're incomparable, Capaldi."

He got up and crossed his arms.

"You're a menace."

Both of you began to burn up with tension, and for some reason, you attacked his lips with a kiss.

Lewis held you tightly on your waist as your hands went through his hair, making him slightly whimper. The kiss began to grow deeper and deeper until a groan was made by the elevator and the harsh fluorescent light turned back on.

You and Lewis broke out of your embrace in a flash, too stunned to realize what each person had done. The elevator opened and you two stared at a few hotel staff and the maintenance who quickly apologized for what happened.

"It's uh - it's alright." Lewis said in a whisper, quickly brushing his light brown hair away from his face.

You nodded in agreement, already grapping your clutch purse and shoes.

"I'm just going to take the stairs." You said in a hurry, quickly running away from the scene.

Lewis was about to run after you, but his manager stopped him in his tracks, trying to see if he was alright.

He just looked at you slightly jogging away, out of his grasp.

You were in your bed, sipping on some wine as you indulged watching the bachelor to forget what happened in the past several hours.

You didn't just kiss your archnemesis, no. You kissed someone that you couldn't STAND. How is this possible? You two were bickering in that enclosed room, and then it led to a courteous conversation, then back to fighting, then you combing through his soft locks as your mouth discovered his -

"Stop it." You mumbled to yourself, gulping down your wine to momentarily forget what happened tonight.

Suddenly, you heard a soft knock on your door. You wanted to ignore it, but something told you to at least check who it was. You got up from your bed and put on your slippers, looking through the little peephole in your door.

There stood a slightly anxious Lewis who had his hands in his pockets.

You opened your door and he was slightly bewildered, not thinking you'd opened your door for him.

"He-Hey. I um, I asked your manager where you stayed. I wanted to check if you were alright."

"Yeah, I'm... I'm alright. Just trying to forget I guess." You said, motioning how you were watching reality TV with some wine.

"Well, the thing is that I - I really don't - want to forget, if that makes sense." Lewis said, trying to choose his words carefully.

"Look Lewis. I don't know what came over me. Maybe I just wanted to shut up that cute face of yours -"

"You think I'm cute?" He asks, smirking.

You scoff playfully, rolling your eyes.

"You just love choosing what you want to hear, don't you?"

He shrugs casually as you see how he started to relax a bit.

"I'm sorry. But on a serious note, I feel like I haven't given the best impression of myself to you. I want you to know the real me, someone who doesn't make very obnoxious jokes when he's nervous around pretty girls."

Now it was your turn to smirk as you cross your arms across your chest.

"So, you admit I'm pretty." You said, smiling.

"Okay, okay. I get it, it's annoying." He said.

You unroll your hands and you smile at him, leaning closer to your door.

"I'd love for us to get to know each other. There's this breakfast place I saw nearby the hotel, want to go tomorrow around 10 AM?"

"You're making plans so quickly?" He asks, impressed.

"Well yeah, I need to act fast before I remember why i hate your guts."

"Hate's a strong word." He said, making the two of you laugh.

"But yeah, tomorrow morning sounds good. I'll meet you here."

"Yeah, let's not take the elevator though. I don't like kissing before the first date." You joked.

He smiled before he slowly walked away.

"Agreed, night!" He said, waving to you as you did the same.

You close your door and lean on it for a second, exhaling as you smile to yourself.

This was definitely going to be a night to remember.

#enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers trope #lewis capaldi #lewis capaldi x reader #lewis capaldi fic #lewis capaldi fluff #lewis capaldi imagine

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iguana-eyanna · 8 months

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Requests for a limited time!

New rules will apply:

one request per person

you're able to request any of the characters I have written in my masterlist (if i haven't wrote them yet, ask!)

you're able to message me through the inbox/chat (no anonymous or profiles with no feed)

I will communicate updates on your fic if it takes longer than expected

choose up to 2 prompts from the list below created by @creativepromptsforwriting (came across this and got inspired so ty!)

"Just one of those days, I guess."

"This makes it easier to identify them."

"Have you ever had friendship bracelets?"

"Feel free to walk all over me."

"You're the one stirring the pot."

"I feel like you don't actually believe me."

"What a tragedy this is."

"This will be permanent."

"Oh well, nothing I can do about it now."

"The media is lying to you - and so is everyone else."

"Just gonna pretend I didn't hear that."

"Silly me to assume you would care."

"You should clean the mess you make."

"My life is amazing, it really is."

"Nothing to complain here."

"I can't believe that we finally made it."

"Thank you so much for this opportunity."

"Mark my words, this will not end cute."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"You look hot, mama."

"Can you bail me out? Please?"

"What a silly thing to say."

"So, this is it? Really?"

"It will never be truly over."

"That is a fascinating tattoo that you have."

"You're going to jail for this."

"What a dramatic exit."

"I know your friends."

"A seat will be assigned to you shortly."

"Here is a list of all the ways you are wrong."

"We should talk about what happened."

"Do you have your ticket ready?"

"I'm sorry, but our personal goals just don't match up."

"The boxes are all labeled incorrectly."

"Well, you should've listened to me."

"Tragic. That outfit is a disaster."

"I'm sitting front row. I always do."

"Oh you silly little thing."

"What is your star sign?"

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Can't say I'm that surprised."

"Truly legendary."

"Please, sing for me!"

"You are a true party pooper."

"No means don't even try."

"I want to find my soulmate."

"Just forget what you heard."

"Why does this always happen to me?"

"Let's go out for a cheap dinner."

"I don't want to hear about it."

and now a gif that makes me feel things:

#requests #requests are open #requests open

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ThIS WAS THE BEST REACTION/REBLOG LMAO

please take away my phone, i write too much angst 💀

Too Late

Pairing: Clark Kent x plus size witch reader

Summary: All you ever wanted was for Clark to be happy, even if it wasn't you

requested by @salenorona23

You were typing furiously by your monitor, eyes glued on the screen.

You mutter under your breath, cursing your boss, Perry.

“You okay there?”

You look up and see Clark walking up to you in your seat.

“No, Perry didn’t like my pitch. I had to start from scratch.” You said in frustration.

"Don't worry, he does that to me 4 times a week." He said.

"Don't you pitch four stories a week?" You ask.

"Exactly." He replied, making you both laugh.

"Smallville, we need to head for lunch before I start tearing off heads." Lois Lane said as she was scrimmaging her bag, not bothering to say hello to you.

"You wanna join us? We could all split the bill at that chinese restaurant downtown." He asks.

"I brought some food in the break room. And I know not to get in the way with your pork dumplings. Have fun with Lois." You said, returning to your screen.

He smiles at you and runs after Lois. He stops in his track as he looks back at you, wondering how you knew his order if you two never really hung out before?

He shakes his head and caught up to Lois as they made their way to the restaurant.

A few minutes passed, and you got up from your desk and headed to the break room. Now that you were alone, you locked the door and pulled out a small mirror that fit inside of your tote back and muttered a short phrase.

"Show me him."

The mirror swirled with a purple light and transformed your reflection into the present, where you saw Clark laughing at what Lois said. They looked like they were having a time of their mundane lives.

You hated it, but you can't look away. The way he looked at her... it was the same way he looked at you.

But he doesn't remember.

It happened about a few months ago. There was an accident at a LexCorp building as it begun to collapse down. Clark was running late from a date to save everyone that night, but right when he was about to fly out, his powers gave out. The room radiated with blue kryptonite, a rock that took away his powers and made him an ordinary man. He tried to escape, but too much debris knocked him down and made him unconscious.

You were waiting for him at the restaurant where you'd meet up. Yes, there were occasions that Clark would come late... but you knew in your gut something was wrong as you didn't see Clark in sight, so you used your powers to transport to where he was.

No good ever happened when people knew your secret as you reformed from an evil Covet, except to Clark.

He accepted you without hesitation and loved every part of you that you hated. And you helped he realized he wasn't alone. Your emotions took you to where he was, and you panicked as you saw him on the ground, unconscious. You made a force field around you as you transported out with a spell. You were far away to God knows where and you tried to wake him up.

"Please..." You begged him to just open his eyes.

He did in fact opened those beautiful blue piercing eyes that had hints of green in them.

But they were in confusion as he saw you.

"What's going on? What just happened?" He asks as he shuffles up, trying to get away from you.

"You were struck by some debris, I transported us out in time-"

"If a building collapsed, it's not safe for you to be here, ma'am."

That's when you choked on the air you were breathing as you heard what he just said.

He forgot who you were.

He gets up in alert, as they were more to do to help the civilians during the catastrophe.

"Let me fly you out to safety and-"

"No, it's alright. My home's not too far from here and, I didn't get hurt." You said.

Superman looked unsure if he should leave you, but others needed his help.

"Please take care." He says before he flies away, leaving you.

Your chest tightens as you fall on your knees, trying to hold back a sob so he doesn't hear you cry.

So many things could be done to regain his memory. You could show him all these pictures and cheesy letters you wrote to each other. You could tell him that you know of his home planet. You could use your powers!

But you couldn't.

If a witch used their powers on a mortal's mind, it could dissolve all of their memories in just a single second. The damage would be unfixable. You can't imagine the pain Clark would go through if you did that to him, or either show him a reality that he may not with you.

So... you decided to erase your entire relationship. Clark and you were never open about your relationship to anyone. You were a very private person and Clark respected your wishes (He called his mom though and briefly told her that he thinks he found the one.)

Using his spare key at his apartment, you went inside and just took away everything that was associated to you.

The pictures in the frames, the coffee mug you bought him for his birthday, you took everything away.

It was painful for you, but it had to be done.

You were unsure how'd he react if he saw you at work, but he just assumed that you were just a writer at the Daily Planet that he hadn't met yet.

"Hi, I don't think we met. I'm Clark Kent." He said, offering you his hand to shake.

As you see his features, it was like you were staring back at another person. None of his shared memories he had appeared to him, and he didn't expect that you saw him as Superman that night.

You had to bite your tongue momentarily and smile, returning the same friendly nature.

"It's nice to meet you."

You thought you two would be closer and maybe you can form more memories with him. But you saw how he looked at Lois. She was fearless, driven, and the best journalist there was on your floor.

Was she a bit blunt? Yeah, but she was like that to everyone, so no one took offense as she was also really understanding. You couldn't be upset with her, not when she made Clark happy. It killed you every night, as you slept in your bed alone, wishing he was there to hold you. But you'd be selfish, stripping away a new life he made for himself.

So you stayed at an arm's length. But you made sure that he was ok... or rather you kept on checking on him to see if he remembered.

The days past on, and one problem was after another. Lex Luthor was desperate to get his hands on kryptonian technology and Clark wouldn't stand for it. So when Luther revived General Zod and created Doomsday, it was the hardest fight Clark had to face.

You saw the explosions from afar and saw the red caped hero trying defeat him, but it was no use. Even with Batman and the Amazonian Warrior, it was hard to keep him at bay.

They needed help, or else this would be a losing battle.

You transported nearby, waiting for the opportunity to attack. And that's when you saw it, the green kryptonite spear that they tried to kill Doomsday with.

The Amazonian Warrior tried to restrain it with her lasso and batman blew a kryptonian grenade at the beast.

And that's when you saw Clark, who looked almost beaten as Lois was trying to let him stay away. You knew what he was going to do... Clark was a selfless man. He flew away to protect Lois picking up the spear and headed towards Doomsday.

But suddenly, a power restrained him from going any farther. He tried to resist the force that was on him, but then he heard a voice.

"Stop, don't fight it."

He turns his head and saw you running towards him with a worried gaze.

Clark was confused at your presence.

"You shouldn't be here! You gotta get out of-"

"Clark." You stopped him as a tear rolled down your face.

You stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek. Why did it feel so familiar to him?

"I lost you once, I'm not going to lose you again."

You took the staff away from his grasp and you levitated away from him as he tried to break from your spell. He thinks on your words, saying that you lost him. He winces as a spur of a memory flashes in his mind.

Clark looks up in fear.

"No, NO! STOP HER!" He yelled out to Bruce and Diana but it was no use.

You neared the ferocious beast with the lightning surrounding you both. You took your shot and traveled the spear through its chest using the strength you had.

It yells in pain and tries to get a hold of you, but you created different versions of yourself to confuse doomsday. But it became smarter and swatted its arms till it caught the real you. Doomsday then pierced you in your abdomen.

You were in unbelievable pain, but you had one more chance. You raised your hands to the spear, using one last spell to reach to the inner core of doomsday. Then suddenly, a burst of light goes up in the air, knocking you backwards away from the beast.

As you lost your focus, Clark was now free from your enchantment and flew over to you, holding you upward.

"Hey, hey, c'mon." he whispers to you as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"Did I- I stop it?" You stuttered.

He nods, trying to smile to stay strong as he could hear your heartbeat beating slower.

"Yes. You did it. You're going to be okay. I'll fly you up to the nearest hospital, they'll patch you up good as new."

"I think... we both know that's not possible." You fluttered your eyes, about to lose consciousness.

"No no no, stay with me. I - I... I remember now. I remembered every Sunday afternoon when we watch those bad rom coms and I hold you close to me. I remembered when we always bought each other flowers for no apparent reason. I remembered that I... I wanted to marry you."

You smiled back, giving a heartful chuckle before you began to cough. Clark held you a bit tighter in his chest.

"I would have loved to be yours again." You whispered.

"You were always mine... Imma fool to forget you." He said, tears pricking his eyes.

"I... forgive you, Clark. I just wanted you to be... happier." You closed your eyes again, but they never opened.

"Baby? Baby wake up." He tried placing his hand softly on your cheek but it was cold. He tried listening to a heartbeat but there was silence.

Clark broke into a blood curdling scream. He pleads to anyone to bring you back, to just open your eyes so he could see them once more.

And those around him saw the strongest man in the world break down as he lost someone who loved him.

Now, he was too late.

#angst queen #i'm sory #very sorry #sorrows sorrows #prayers

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From The Bird's Eye View Chapter 4

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Although you achieved your dream of being a designer, you never considered meeting a man who's also a father.

Tim knelt near a broken-down car.

He looks around his terrain, seeing a few mobsters with guns walking around.

Tim has only been here for 10 minutes, not doubting that Bruce would be around soon.

He felt bad for leaving you like that. Tim didn't mean to hurt you, but he needed to see his dad. He stealthily moved around, trying to not make much noise here at the car dump.

Suddenly, he accidentally tripped over a discarded car exhaust on the ground, drawing attention to the guards around him. He hid behind a car, hoping that no one would see him. Footsteps come closer to him until they now stopped.

“Hey man, it’s probably some rat. Don’t waste your time.” A guard said out loud. The other man growled as he stepped away, making Tim relieved. He turned forward, almost screaming as a figure was now in front of him.

“Relax Tim, it’s me… Dick.”

Dick Grayson: the first son of you and Bruce. Tim has never met him until now

Tim relaxed as Dick took down his hand.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in San Francisco.” Tim asked.

“I was doing a recon mission nearby. My sensor alerted me that my old bike was here. Thought you’d be Bruce but… here you are.”

Dick hasn’t been home in a few months. But you’ve been updating him about what’s been happening back at Gotham.

He feels bad that he hadn’t made it a point to introduce himself prior, but here they were, alone where the mafia was surrounding them.

More footsteps go up to them, and Dick dragged Tim away so they can be away from ear shot.

They found higher ground, and Dick was looking down at the terrain, hoping to find a better way to escape.

“You-You’re the first Robin.” Tim said in disbelief.

Dick chuckles, slightly turning his way to Tim.

“Haven’t heard people call me that in a while. But I go by Nightwing now.”

Tim nods his head as he joins Dick to overlook the ground.

“What are you doing here alone?” Dick asks.

“I’m saving my dad. He disappeared a few weeks ago and Bruce found out he’d be here tonight.”

Dick hears the glint of hope in Tim’s voice. He knows that feeling, he was like that hopeful kid that would be glued to Batman’s side.

He doesn’t want that for Tim.

“Does mom know that you’re here?” Dick asked, worried for you.

Tim doesn’t reply right away as he looked down.

“She pleaded not for me to go. I think I broke her heart when she saw me wearing this.” He says, motioning at how he’s wearing Jason’s old suit.

“She doesn’t want you to get hurt, Tim. She lost… she lost too much.”

Tim sits down, staring off at the distance.

“Why do I feel like she keeps so many secrets? It took her some time to talk about Jason for one, but I have no idea who she is before she met Bruce. How can I trust someone if I have not a single clue about what kind of person she is?”

Dick often questioned that himself when he first met his mom. She was happy, fun, caring… but looking at her closely made it seem she lived two lifetimes. She worried a lot, often looking over her shoulder when they go out.

But no matter what happened, she was always there for her two sons. Jason and Dick were equally loved and no one felt out of place or questioned her undying motherly love.

He was about to tell Tim that, but suddenly two cars came into view.

“Get up.” Dick whispered as they cowered behind so they wouldn’t be seen.

Tim peered over and saw that the two cars parked in front of each other.

The first car was sleek as the windows were tinted. The driver came out and opened the back door and out came Two Face who looked more intimidating than ever. He looks around his terrain suspiciously as he digs into his pocket, finding his coin.

The other car that was parked was a bit flashy, like someone hastily bought it. The driver got out, fixing his suit.

“Dad?” Tim said to himself.

“Two Face! Thank you for coming tonight. It means a lot.” Mr. Drake said.

“Really didn’t have a choice, but heard that you’re hiding from the GPD.” He said gruffly.

Mr. Drake scoffs lightly, throwing his hand carelessly.

“That’s just a little precaution. Shall we talk business?” He says, motioning one of his guys to grab the goods.

Tim looks away, looking down at his shoes.

“I don’t understand, why is he doing this? He could barely even kill a rat and he’s dealing with Two Face?” Tim asked.

“Well, what did he do before this?” Dick asked.

“He was a manager at a car manufacturing factory. They had multiple 3D printers, they create silicone casings to protect automobile parts for importing.”

Dick thinks as a thought came over his head.

“I’ve been investigating an illegal organization that tried to smuggle guns over state borders. The FBI couldn’t detect any metal in the boxes until they realize they used other substances to let the firearms go undetected, some were silicone.”

Tim shared his head.

“My dad’s a good person. He’d never do those things.” Tim said, starting to get hysteric.

Dick goes up to Tim, trying to ground him.

“Look Tim, we don’t know the definite truth right now. That’s the first step into investigations: observe before interfering. We stay low until the time is right, okay?”

Tim only nodded his head as Dick patted his shoulder in comfort. The two boys resume their watch at the men below them.

Mr. Drake brought out a wooden crate and pried it open with a tool. Two Face peered at the box, not looking impressed.

“I know what you’re thinking. It doesn’t look that impressive. But that’s the key! It looks like you’re just shipping car supplies and engines when in reality, it’s all the weapons you want to smuggle in and out of Gotham.”

Two Face peers down in the box, investigating if any of the merchandise looks anything suspicious.

“I need to ask you something, Drake. I know your history. I know you’ve been going through financial problems since your wife died with her medical bills. So why the change of career paths?”

Drake looked a bit unhinged but he gained his cool.

“You know how it is, Dent. One day you’re living the dream, the second later your life turns to shreds. This city spits you out once you show an ounce of weakness… and I’m done being stepped on.”

Tim remembers when his dad’s boss would give him problems since Tim’s mom was sick. He had to work extra shifts and wouldn’t be able to be with family. And when Tim’s mom died, his dad changed. He got let go of his job and started working as a bagger, even when he had a master’s degree in business. He got bitter and upset, but he’d never taken it out on Tim. Tim was his last reminder that he was still that loving father and devoted husband.

And now his father is here, dealing his life away to a corrupted attorney.

Two Face digs something inside his coat and gave it to Drake.

“As promised: new passport, insurance, and money to start a new life with your son.”

“What?” Tim said a bit too loud.

Everyone looks up as they heard Tim and raised their firearms.

“Someone’s here!” A goon said.

“Go around! No one gets in or out!” Two Face demanded.

Everyone spreads around on high alert. Dick and Tim are cornered, as any escape route they’d choose would kill them. There were footsteps that became louder towards their hiding spot. This was it. The guard was about to turn till suddenly, the lights went out.

“What the hell happened?”

“Who turned off the lights?”

Dick looks up and sees a shadow that glided down with his cape.

Two Face sees this too and made a fist.

“He’s here.” He whispered to himself.

There was a thud that everyone heard and directed their bullets to the sound. Then, there were screams. A guard tried running away, screaming out loud.

“It’s the bat!”

Dick takes this opportunity to grab Tim away from all of this.

“C’mon, I need to get you out of here.”

Tim tries to stop Dick but he was running too fast.

“I’m not leaving without my dad!” Tim yelled heading a different direction.

“Tim!” Dick yelled back but the young Drake boy was out of ear shot.

“Gotcha.” A man said out of the shadows, pointing his rifle at Nightwing.

Dick raised his hands up, not wanting to deal with this.

“Look buddy, right now’s not the time.”

“Well too bad, cause my boss would love knowing that I got-”

The guard didn’t even had time to finish his sentence as Batman swooped down, knowing him down.

Batman looks at his son with no emotion.

“You’re late.” Dick said.

“Something caught my attention.” Bruce replied, walking over to him.

“Where is he?” Bruce asks.

“He started running towards his dad, I’m afraid things will get ugly.” Dick said.

“We did show up uninvited.” Bruce replied as they heard more men come their way, getting in their stance to fight.

Meanwhile, Tim was running in the maze of rubble, avoiding the men that came in sight. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of his dad who was fleeing the scene.

“Dad!”

Drake turns around, accidentally letting his packet fall to the ground and sees a young boy go up to him, hugging him tightly.

“T-Tim?” His dad asked, surprised.

Tim nods, relieved that he finally reunited with his father.

“I know you were trying to make ends meet after mom died, but this isn’t the right way.”

“Why are you wearing that and- where did you come from?” Mr. Drake asked, shocked.

“There’s no time to explain, we have to leave and I promise we could get help.”

Tim bends down and is about to retrieve his dad’s packet, but he saw the items contained.

It was all the things Two Face described: the money plates, an insurance card and one passport.

One passport.

“Son… let me explain.”

Tim looks at him, eyes stinging with tears.

“You’re leaving me?”

“It’s not like that, Tim. I was going to get you back one way or another.” He said, reaching out to his son, but Tim moved away.

“I was looking for you! I couldn’t sleep because I was trying to figure if you were hurt or worse I- I thought you left to protect me.”

Drake gets on his knees and placed his hands on his shoulders.

“Look Tim, I am so sorry that I left. You’re right… when mom died I was a wreck. Our insurance couldn’t cover all the payments from the hospital and my job was leading me nowhere. When I heard that people make triple the money than what I was doing, I had to try. But I knew I’d make enemies and the police was hot on my trail. Know that I was doing everything for us.”

Tim makes a fist in anger.

“If you did it for us, you should have stayed.”

Drake lets go of his son and stood up.

“So what, you’re going to arrest me?” He asked.

Tim couldn’t even reply. His father just committed a serious offense, and he’s really guilt-tripping his only son?

Drake got ahold of his packet and stared at his son.

“Come with me Tim, and we can leave this entire city behind. There’s nothing left for us here.”

This was it… Tim could finally be reunited with his father. What was left here for Tim?

He didn’t really have friends, he could still excel in another school-

And then he thought of you.

If he left now without saying goodbye, she’d be facing the same heartbreak as her late son. She cared for him, she made sure he wasn’t over-exerting himself when he was balancing his internship and school work, you… you cared for him.

“I can’t leave dad. I’m sorry.”

Drake looks down then back at his kid, not knowing what to say.

He turns around and runs away from Tim and tries to escape, leaving the young boy heartbroken. He feels a hand on his shoulder, turning around to see Bruce who pitied Tim.

Tim bursted into tears and hugged Bruce.

Bruce hugged Tim back, as if protecting him from all that has happened that night.

But then, a shot rang in the air.

Tim looked up and, frightened as it came from the direction his dad left. He left Bruce as his feet carried to where the gunshot happened.

“Tim!” Bruce called out, following him.

Tim ran and ran until he stopped in his tracks seeing his father lie still on the ground, eyes opened and still.

Standing over his body was Two Face, who had gun in his hand.

“What did you do?” Tim screamed.

Two face turned around, stunned that the young Robin had such hurt in his voice. The young boy knelt down on the ground where his father’s body was, trying to shake him to wake up but it was useless. Tim tried to charge at him but Nightwing came, holding Tim.

“We need to leave, you can’t stay here.” Nightwing demanded.

Tim tried yelling, thrashing his arms around but it was useless. The two ran away and all that Tim can feel is regret as he never had the chance to save his father from himself.

In just moments, Batman arrived as his face was emotionless.

“Here to end my suffering?” Two Face asks, not turning around as he already sensed who was there.

“No, but I’m wondering why you’ve targeted Drake.” Bruce says.

Two face chuckles, now turning to Bruce with his scarred side.

“I wasn’t supposed to come tonight. But Drake had the upper hand, said he knows all of my secrets from a source. He threatened to take away my-” Harvey gulps, as he almost said his daughter.

“He threatened to take away the only thing that mattered to me.”

Bruce jaw clenches, knowing that Two Face was mentioning you.

“You know what comes next, Dent.”

Two Face looks up to the sky, taking a deep breath.

“I’m done with fighting…” he murmured, throwing his gun towards the ground as he surrendered.

Soon, the whole crime scene was surrounded by police as Nightwing gave an anonymous tip that there was criminal activity. As they were about to march in to find any criminals, they stopped in their tracks as Batman was escorting Two Face to them.

Harvey Dent didn’t looked like any of the other convicts who looked angered or appeared like they failed. He just look tired, tired of the life that was forced into his hands.

After talking to the police, Bruce traveled back home alone as he knew Dick took Tim back to the manor. Once he arrived in the cave, Alfred rushed up to him in a hurry.

“Where is he?” Bruce asks.

“Upstairs, with the madame.” Alfred said quietly as Dick broke the news as he arrived with a hysteric Tim.

Bruce didn’t have time to change as he rushed to the living space, trying to find you. Once he arrives, he hears Tim’s cries and another voice that was trying to calm him. Bruce came closer and saw the back of you as you held Tim close to your chest as he was still shaking and crying.

You turned around slightly and made eye contact with Bruce. From your eyes, he could tell you were feeling so many things: remorse for Tim, anger that Bruce allowed him to go on this mission, and fear of your father.

But you broke your glance as you returned your attention to Tim, whose cries became quiet whimpers. Soon, he was sleeping in your lap as you softly brush his hair through your hands.

“Here’s some water for him when he wakes up.” Dick whispered as he placed a glass by your side.

“Thank you, Dick.” You softly replied, looking at your eldest son.

“It’s not a problem.” He replied.

“No I mean, thank you. For being there.”

Dick gives a small smile to you and kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll be staying for a few days to help out. Love you mom.” He said.

“Love you too, sweety.” You said as Dick made his way up into his old room.

You look down at Tim as he slightly shivered. You were trying to look for a blanket until Bruce was in front of you with one in his hand. He stood there still as if asking for permission. You nod your head as he laid the blanket over Tim and you.

You had a lot of things to say to Bruce and he shared the same thoughts.

Bruce was about to speak but you gave him a serious look.

“I don’t want to fight, Bruce. Tim's here, and he needs us more than ever. Can we… take one last pause? Just for tonight?”

Bruce nods and holds you close. You rest your head by his shoulder and rested your eyes, soon enveloped in sleep. Bruce made sure to not move and held you in his arms, wanting to protect you with his very being.

The day arrived when you and Bruce were at your appointment with Dinah. The drive was silent heading over as you and Bruce haven’t really spoken since that night. Both of your heads turn when you see Dinah giving both of you a comforting smile.

You went inside her office, as you both sat down on a couch that faced her chair. She sat down in front of you and laced her hands by her lap.

“It’s good to see you Bruce.” She says, as this was the first time Bruce ever stepped foot inside the Justice League Grief Center.

Bruce gives a courteous nod as he shifts in his seat, slightly feeling uncomfortable.

“As a reminder, I’m here to listen, observe, and asses if necessary. You’re in a safe place. So, who would be the first to answer some questions?”

You and Bruce look at each other and Bruce nods his head, agreeing to start.

“Okay, let’s start with something easy. What’s a fun day that you experienced with your family?”

“When I flew us to San Francisco and took the Titans out at the Bay Area. It was one of the rare times I didn’t really have to worry about my responsibilities as… you know.” Bruce said.

“Do you often worry about being a vigilante?” She asks.

“When I first started, no. It was easy to just get hurt one night and don’t think of the consequences later. But, I realized there’s more at risk when I started opening to the idea of being apart of a family again.”

“That’s a lot of pressure, wanting to protect your city but ensuring the safety of your loved ones. My next question is this: did you allow yourself to grieve when you lost your son?”

And that’s when Bruce didn’t answer right away.

He often thought that being Bruce Wayne was a role. He’d often be on autopilot at interviews or press, giving a logical and flamboyant answer in a matter of seconds.

But for some reason, he felt like he was sinking in quicksand.

“N-No.” He stuttered quietly.

“Why is that?”

The collar around his neck began to tighten. He tried stretching it out, but his breathing became thin. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words don’t come out. Out of nowhere, a comforting hand is on his knee. He turns and sees you. Your eyes were soft, as if reassuring him.

“I blame myself that he’s gone.”

A beat passes and he turns to you.

“I never should have left him alone. I didn’t expect that the Joker would be there. And when I got back to him… it was too late. And when I called you I- I felt like I took away your trust. I promised you I’d get him home safe and- I broke that promise.”

Bruce felt the unfamiliar tears threatening to fall.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so- sorry.” He whispered.

You felt tearing up too as you look at Bruce.

“I never blamed you Bruce… not once. You never forgave yourself and you decided to keep your distance. But Alfred needed you. Dick needed you. I needed you.” You said, your voice slightly cracking.

You look over at Dinah who’s also tearing up.

“I want to tell him.” You said to her. She nodded her head and she stepped out silently to give you two space.

“What’s going on?” Bruce asks, concerned.

You take a shaky breath as you nervously looked at Bruce.

“There’s something I haven’t been honest about. A week after Jason died… I - I started getting sick. I went to the doctors and they diagnosed me with early-stage ovarian cancer.”

Bruce sat there, still as a statue.

“I got treatment immediately, but they said that I may never have the chance to be pregnant in the future. I couldn’t - I couldn’t come to terms with it because I - I haven’t told anyone but Dinah because I’ve been trying… trying to piece back this family but I can’t do this alone anymore.”

Bruce closes the gap between you and holds you close to him.

You could hear him crying out loud, no longer able to hold back.

He knew how much you wanted to grow your family. He knew that you wanted to have a baby with him. And Bruce wanted that too.

“I should have been there for you.” He said, his touch around becoming tender.

More tears came down your face as you hold him tighter.

Soon, Bruce lets go and looks at you.

He softly brushes away the tears from your cheeks.

“I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness.”

“What are you talking about, Bruce? You do whatever it takes to save everyone around you. But I can never get through to you. I just feel like we still don’t trust each other and it’s dividing us.”

Bruce shakes his head up and down and holds your hands.

“You’re right. This ends now: the secrets, the holding back, everything. I want you to know that I trust you with my entire life. I love you. Please, give me one last chance to make things right.”

You hesitate for a moment, brushing the strands of hair that was in his face.

“I love you too, but we take things one step at a time. Okay? No more doing things alone. And no more secrets.”

Bruce nods his head as he kisses your temple.

“No more secrets.”

You two thanked Dinah for today and scheduled your next appointment with her. On the drive back to Gotham, you two intertwined your hands as Bruce drove, and you two shared loving gazes from time to time.

Soon, you arrive at a restaurant where you’ll be meeting Dick, Tim, and Alfred. Dick was leaving in two days so you wanted to spend much time with him, but he also wanted to know Tim better.

“Hey, mom.” Dick said getting up, greeting you and Bruce at the table.

“Hi, sweety.” You said, hugging him tightly.

“I think you’re due for a haircut soon.” Bruce lightly joked.

“I don't know, I think my new hairdo is fitting.” Dick teased.

“My dear, how was your appointment?” Alfred asked.

“It was… it was good. We talked a lot, but we’re taking it one day at a time.” You said, smiling back at Bruce.

Bruce takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

“Not that I mind, but I was wondering why we’re here. Alfred mentioned we’re celebrating something.” Tim asked.

You look over at Bruce, motioning him to continue.

“Well, we were wanting to wait till dessert. But, we wanted to give you something.” Bruce said, getting a small envelope and handing it to Tim.

The young boy opens it and doesn’t react yet.

He looks up to you guys with tears in his eyes.

“You want to be my foster parents?” He asks.

You turn to Tim, nodding your head yes.

“I know a lot has happened. But I want you to know this. The memories you made with your parents are still inside of you, don’t ever forget where you came from. I can’t imagine a life without you, Jason, or Dick. You three are always important to me, and I’d love if I could be someone who’s able to love as much as your parents.”

Tim wipes his tears and shakes his head vigorously.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He said, getting out of his seat to hug you.

You give a tearful smile as you hold him tightly. Bruce is tearing up as well as Dick and Alfred.

You both let go and start to collect yourselves.

“Okay, enough crying. Let’s eat!” You said, making everyone laugh at the table.

Far from the restaurant, a young man looks over at the scene.

Anger and jealousy fuel him as he makes a fist.

“They moved on after how many days you passed.” Talia Al Ghul said, walking around him.

“You can strike them now I suppose. But if you are patient enough, you can exact rightful revenge.”

“Why did you want to bring me back?” The young man said.

Talia stops as she stares in the same direction he has.

“I offered the world to Bruce many years ago, powers that he had no idea existed. But his humanity stopped him since he met… her.” She gritted.

“Let’s remind him that his inner darkness is there, somewhere, and that he should embrace it.” She replied, giving a slight smirk.

“How do we start that?” The person asks.

She turns to the young before him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It starts with you, Jason Todd. You shall remind Bruce of how he began his journey in the shadows.” She said, before walking away.

Jason looks at you all again, seeing how you moved on from him. He turns away as he starts his own journey, marking the night he became the Red Hood.

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