MASTERLIST Thanks for requesting. Let me know what you all think. Just some short and cute fluff before the angst :-) Sorry if it’s super short. If you want to make a request for a part two or for anything, just leave me an ask!
“OI! Get into the kitchen. Food’s ready.” You yelled, your voice carrying throughout the house. You were setting the table up when you saw your boyfriend walk in, behind him all of the pack. Dinner was noisy as always and filled with laughter. The boys offered to clean up and you happily agreed. You had all went into the living room and you turned on a movie. You were cuddled up against Derek when you felt two other people cuddling up against your legs. You looked down to find Liam and Isaac with their heads on your legs. You smiled before returning your gaze to the movie. You fell asleep, engulfed in warmth and coziness from your boyfriend.
When you woke up, you were in bed and you felt Derek’s arm around your waist. You quietly got up and went downstairs and found that everyone had stayed over. They were all spread out on the couch and the floor with blankets and pillows. They were just too adorable. You roused them, and they went off to school. You cleaned up the mess, and as you stood back up from picking up some pillows, you felt arms wrap around your waist and a head on your shoulder.
“Morning.” He said gruffly.
“Morning to you too.” You said smiling.
“Come back to bed, it’s too early.” He said, and began to gently drag you back to your room. You complied, and you both spent the day lazing around and in cuddled up in bed.
honestly i’ve been in the pjo fandom for so long i don’t even think i can describe it, i’ve seen literally everything. i was there for it all. i witnessed the original luke castellan stan come and go, i saw the drama filled deletes, i’ve reblogged every type of graphic there has ever been made, my eyes have seen it all. seen. it. all.
Capricorn: You’re often seen as an irresistible force and an immovable object. People put you in charge because you’re decisive — you’re famous for having a great sense of realism. When others need a rational head in a crisis, they call on you. In personal relationships, some friends will stand in line to unload their problems on you; others avoid you because they think your outlook is too downbeat. Everyone agrees that it’s difficult to divert you from your course when you’ve set a goal. Some people feel that in order to find the real you they have to strip away layers of secrecy, but most understand that your aloofness stems from a deep sense of personal privacy.
Aquarius: You’re often regarded as slightly eccentric — not necessarily strange, but certainly an independent character, a kind of daredevil with an unusual way of looking at things. People consider you a pathfinder, a member of the real avant-garde. They think you have a wicked sense of humor, an ability to shock and amuse at the same time. They know you’re open to new ideas, especially when these ideas are yours. People are drawn to your friendliness and enthusiasm, but they withdraw quickly when you turn acid-tongued. Sometimes, because you need so much personal freedom, you give the impression of being uncaring or distant. Those around you may also become annoyed at your stubbornness.
AN: It has been forever and a day since I last updated this. I love how it turned out and I’m happy this got voted number one! For those of you who don’t know I held a poll on twitter to decide which series update I should post to day and YJ Batmom won! Make sure to follow me on twitter for more polls, and previews! Click Here to go to my twitter!
This chapter is dedicated to @audreythetealovingcat she’s been working on some super top secret stuff for me, and It’ll be going live soon! Thank you again so much, you continue to astound me!
You complete the obstacle course without throwing up, which in your book… is a win. Especially since you’d thrown up the last two times you’d done it. If your father could see you now he’d be screaming.
Years of physical training had gone down the drain in the years since you’d left your father’s organization and married Bruce. You’d never thought you’d have to fight again, and yet … here you were.
“You’re getting better.”
You crack open an eye to stare at your son, he’s balancing on his hands, on top of a ball. For a minute, you consider the possibility of him being part seal. You dismiss this as you heave your upper body into a sitting position. “I’m too old for this stuff.”
Dick cracks a grin, “You’re in your twenties.”
You nod, “My point exactly. That, and the fact that my husband is a task master.”
Your eyes slide over to your husband. He’s standing in the corner writing notes on a clipboard. He glances at you for a second before writing something else down. Then without looking at you he says, “You’re the one who wanted to get back in fighting shape. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and compared to Ra’s, I’m a freaking walk in the park. Now then, let’s go again.”
You stare at him, “I want a divorce.”
Dick slumps onto your back, and wraps his arms around your neck, before asking, “I can live with you, right? And Alfred will come with us, right?”
Bruce smiles at the two of you before dropping the clipboard and rushing both of you. It’s instinct that has you hopping to your feet. Dick’s legs wrap around your waist, and then you’re running.
You’re at the disadvantage, and you know it. You’re out of shape, and carrying a thirteen-year-old boy on your back. It’s honestly amazing that you last as long as you do. Bruce takes both of you down while taking the brunt of the fall.
The three of you collapse in a laughing heap and just lay there. Dick is sandwiched in-between the two of you when he laughs, “We should do this more often.”
You sigh, “Some families do a game night.”
Bruce and Dick look at each other for a minute before shaking their heads and saying, “Nah.”
You roll your eyes and hop to your feet, “Well I am going to go take a shower.”
Bruce sits up, “What are you talking about, you still have laps to do. You didn’t beat your obstacle course time.”
You glare at him, “You want to go back to being a billionaire playboy, don’t you?”
“If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t even entertain that thought.” Alfred says as he enters the gym. “I worked long and hard to put the idea of lifelong companionship in his mind, and I refuse to go back to bimbos walking around in his dress shirts.”
You glance at your husband, “When the hell did that happen? We got together when we were twenty. After you’d been training for two years.”
Bruce winces, “I was sixteen, and he was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend.”
Alfred rolls his eyes, “Like I was going to be that stupid.”
You stare at your husband, and he stares back, before he says, “How about I forget about the laps, and we stay married.”
You smile, “Okay, but only for Alfred’s sake.” You lean down and kiss your husband, when you pull back you whisper in his ear, “And maybe a bit for my own as well.”
He pulls you back down for another kiss, before whispering, “Do you want some company?”
You glance over at Dick who’s on the parallel bars, “Well we certainly wouldn’t be missed.”
You grin at each other when the alarm goes off. He growls and you frown. Dick dismounts and simply says, “Let’s go guys.”
You and Dick head straight for the Mountain while Bruce changes into his gear. You don’t bother with the mask or changing. At this point, the secret’s out, and you could not care less. You watch your son spar with Kaldur, and you find the Artemis at your side a moment later.
“Hi Mrs. Wayne.”
You smile at the girl, “Hello, Artemis.”
The archer smiles back, “Why do you look like you’ve spent the morning getting your butt kicked.”
You sigh, “Because I live with bullies, and I am waaay out of practice.”
Artemis chuckles and takes a seat next to you, “So it’s possible to lose the skills, then?”
You shrug, “I wish that were the case. Instead it seems to be more along the lines of they’re in hibernation. Then I find myself pinned and they seem to wake up a little at a time, and then my body just moves.”
“Self preservation wins out.”
You nod, “It would seem so.”
There’s a moment of silence before she asks, “So does this mean you’re joining the Team or the League?”
You snort out a laugh, “Neither. I’m a reserve member. I only go if they need me.”
“Do you have a costume?”
Your eye twitches, “I don’t do tights.”
She laughs as Bruce enters, and you follow the kids to the command center. By the end of the briefing your eye is twitching, and you’re radiating anger. No one seems willing to approach you, with the exception of Bruce, and even he seems hesitant.
“Y/N,” He says slowly.
“Don’t you dare try to keep me from going, Bruce Wayne.” He winces at the use of his name.
He tries again, “Y/N…”
“I hate that damn clown, I hate him with everything I have. He needs to be put down, and I don’t want my kids near him.” Bruce stares at you, and your eyes narrow, “What?”
“Two things. One we don’t kill, and two when did we get ‘kids’? Last time I checked we had a kid. Singular, not plural.”
You roll your eyes, “The minute I became den mother those kids became ours. I’ve already dealt with the Joker hurting Dick once, I refuse to see it happen again.”
“He knows the risk. We all do.”
“He’s thirteen Bruce.”
“And what could you do at thirteen?”
“That’s a different situation.”
“I was raised by an immortal psychopath who thought it was fun to pit his children against each other.”
Bruce hesitates for a minute, “What would you suggest?”
“Send two of the League with them, and I can help the League.”
Bruce stares at you, “You’ve only been training for …”
“My whole life Bruce. I’ve been training for my entire life. I’m rusty, I won’t deny that, but I can help take down some plants.”
He stares at you in contemplation, before sighing. Then he lifts his finger to his earpiece and says, “There’s been a change of plans, Hell Cat and I are going with the Team.” There’s a moment of silence before he barks back, “Of course I’m sure. I’d be next to useless against giant plants. Batman out.”
You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll go suit up.”
Dick is less thrilled than you are by the news. “I can’t believe my parents are going on a mission with me! I’m thirteen, I don’t need a babysitter.
You scoff from your seat in the bio ship, “Richard Grayson, get your temper tantrum under control now, or you can wait in the ship.”
His head turns to stare at you with the use of his full name, “MOM!”
You raise an eyebrow, and stare back before he relents and slumps into his seat, “Let’s get one thing straight. The minute I became den mother you all became my kids. This mission is an active fight against high level villains, and I’ll be damned if I let some stupid clown hurt my kids.”
The kids turn to face you, a bit surprised by your declaration, but no one protests. There’s several moments of silence before Bruce says, “Looks like your days of being an only child are over kid.” There’s a stunned silence before the ship bursts out in laughter.
The mission is hard, and by the end you want nothing to do with swamps, bugs, or plants ever again. In fact, you’re even considering sabotaging Alfred’s ficus. But you consider it worth it to see Bruce punch out the clown, especially after he went after your baby with a knife.
“Wow those mosquitos really did a number on you.” Artemis smirks.
You try to resist the urge to scratch one of the numerous bites on your skin, “Yeah, I can’t leave the house without being doused in bug spray during the summer. Mosquitoes flock to me.”
“You need a better suit.”
“Oh, I have ideas for that!” M’Gann calls from the other side of the room. And before you know it the rest of the kids are all pitching in their ideas, before Kaldur says loudly, “Perhaps we should let our mother have some say.”
You blink owlishly for a moment before, M’Gann says, “Well, Mom?”
Artemis nudges you with her elbow, “Aunt Y/N?”
Wally and Dick grin at you, and then Conner too asks, “Mom?”
You glance at Bruce over their heads and he smiles at you. Smiling you open your arms and say, “We’ll talk about it later. For now, group hug!”
Then you’re surrounded by your kids. You glance at Dick who’s hanging off your back, and he simply smiles and says, “I guess we’re one big happy family now.”
Derek pisses Stiles off, and Stiles issues an “open-door policy” for the teenaged werewolves in his life. (Which is, really, more of an open-window policy, because seriously: werewolves) After that it is, like, all werewolf all the time.
Stiles isn’t sure how a Pack is supposed to work, but he’s pretty sure that this this disorganized jumble of people and events doesn’t quite qualify. He has to hand it to Derek though, he keeps trying. And Stiles has never been one to stand quietly on the sidelines.
Writing prompt: Danny is a League member who is den mother to YJ. Superman doesn't know what to expect when Danny calls him for a meeting but he isn't expecting an angry halfa to rip into him about being a responsible family member to Superboy. Little does he know that Danny knows just how violating it feels to learn you've been cloned. Does Danny convince him where even Batman failed? Please write it!
“You have to be the stupidest person I have ever met.” Frost covered everything once those words left the mouth of one Phantom. Phantom himself didn’t exactly look all that threatening due to the fact that he looks like a fourteen/fifteen year old boy with a black and white jumpsuit. But the way that his voice echoed and held that icy tone, the way that his usually acid green eyes was blazing with a fire made out of ice, and his pure white hair stood out from his tan skin made him look VERY intimidating. Oh and he was the reason for the frost in the room.
“Ex-excuse me?” Superman stuttered in shock. He knew that Phantom called for him for something, but he wasn’t expecting this.
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting honestly. It was rare for Phantom to call meetings with heroes. So rare it was unheard of.
Well, except with Batman. And Captain Marvel. It was like Phantom had a connection with the two.
“You heard me,” Phantom’s voice was clear, cutting Superman out of his thoughts.
“Uh, if I could have some context for why I’m the stupidest person you have ever met, that would be great,” his hand rubbed against the back of his neck. The Man of Steel was uncomfortable to say the least.
Phantom scoffed. “I’ll give you a hint. His name starts with a ‘C’.”
“Why does that make me stupid?” He asked, unsure if he wants the answer.
“Because he needs you!” Phantom snarled.
The man flinched.
Phantom never snarled.
“Because you won’t give him the time of day! Because he needs a family and you won’t give it to him!” Phantom was eye level to him now, “You don’t have to be his freaking father for crying out loud! You could be a brother, a cousin, or a freaking uncle for Pete’s sake!”
Stalagmites and stalactites of ice were growing from the floor and ceiling.
Superman’s anger grew along with the ice.
“He’s a clone! My clone! DNA was taken without my permission to create him!” He yelled back. He had felt violated when he found out about Superboy’s existence. And hearing about it from not only Batman and others from the League about it made it worse. Now Phantom topped the cake.
“He didn’t asked to be made!” Phantom shouted back.
“Don’t act like you know everything!” How could this CHILD possibly know what was going on?
“I don’t know everything,” Phantom admitted, “but I do know what it’s like to find out that someone took your very essence to create a clone.”
The Kryptonian froze. He looked at Phantom straight in the eyes and saw no lies.
“My nemesis wants me as his son, but I won’t join him. His solution? Make a clone of me.” Phantom told.
“All of them were failures,” he paused, “except for one.”
Phantom watched as the man before him blinked.
“Her name is Danielle, but she likes to be called Dani with an ‘i’. She looks to be twelve but isn’t really that old. She looks to be my sister or even my daughter if I was older,” Phantom continued, “unfortunately my nemesis didn’t like this. He tricked her into thinking that he was her father since he created her, but he wanted what made her stable to create a BOY clone.”
The teen stopped to let what he said sink in.
“See, at first I wasn’t a big fan of her, but she grew on me. Eventually I found out what was going on and stopped it. Now she’s traveling the world because she wants to and I won’t stop her. We agree on calling each other cousins, but sometimes I see her in a little sister light. I’ll admit that I worry for her and I want her to be ok. She didn’t ask to be made, she didn’t ask to be a girl while HE wanted a boy, and she wants a family. I will be that family and I’m sure that my friends at home could be family to her.”
Phantom flew closer to the alien. So close that their noses nearly touched.
“Conner needs a family like Dani. I gave her one and you should give him one too.” With that Phantom flew off.
Clark Kent stood there, feeling a chill as his feet were stuck to the floor due to the floor with ice that continued to crawl up his legs.
*whispers* In any universe where Kurama befriends Naruto before the kids graduate, Kurama goes on to adopt the rookie 9. Imagine Kakashi confusedly reporting to Genma his kids' seeming lack of issues and Genma is like "this generation found its own den mother? Who is it?" And goes on this quest to find them but CAN'T because it's not iruka, none of the genin seem like 1 of them is 10x as mature than the others, WHERE!? but it's hard to find someone when they live in someone else's skin. Ha. Fun
OKAY FIRST OF ALL I WANT TO MARRY YOUR BRAIN. This is not a new feeling, but it is a strong one. 💕
Also?? Yes please??? This could be so much fun, okay, I love it.
AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. ENJOY!
You stare at your husband, not completely sure that you’ve heard him correctly. “You’re giving a group of kids their own team?”
Bruce just sighs, “It’s not as bad as it sounds Y/N.”
Your voice goes into a bit of a higher pitch, “It sounds like you’re building an army of kids.”
Bruce pulls you down into his lap, “Dick hacked the justice league computers, got privileged information, infiltrated Cadmus, rescued a Superman clone, and discovered a potentially harmful operation. He’s gotten bored, he needs something with a bit more of a challenge.”
“He’s twelve Bruce, make him try out for lacrosse.”
Bruce just smirks, “Too much of a chance of exposure.”
“He’s twelve Bruce, he should be hanging out with kids his own age.”
Bruce just smirks, “With this team he will be.” The smirk fades as he sees the worry on your face “I’m in charge of the missions. There will be backup ready to go, and everything will be planned for. I’ll keep him safe.”
You curl into Bruce, and finally voice what you’ve been wanting to since the batman thing started, “I want in Bruce. I can’t sit at home and just worry anymore.”
He’s startled, you can tell from how he’s stiffened, “What are you saying?”
You just smile, “I want to be the den mother … so to speak. I want to make sure that these kids get at least a bit of normalcy.”
Bruce just smiles, a teasing look on his face, “Oh really, and what will your suite look like?”
You straddle his hips and kiss him, “Well, I was thinking jeans and a batman tee-shirt, codename batmom.”
Bruce just laughs and kisses your neck, “Batmom, I like it.”
“I figured I’d stick with the family theme.”
The laughter dies down and Bruce asks, “Are you sure?”
And you nod, “I’ll go in after work for a few hours, work monitor room duty when needed. And provide a support system. Basically the same things I do here.”
Bruce just kisses you and says, “You are so much more than just a support system Y/N, you’re my whole world. You brought me back from the edge. You keep this place going. You’re the light.”
You lean your forehead against his, “I love you, Bruce Wayne.”
don’t u even dare try to tell me darry and tim aren’t super close and alike tho. they both are stuck raising their siblings through no fault of their own, they both are strong gang leaders, they command respect in town, and lbr they’re literally the den mothers of their gangs and all the hoods in town
Basically what I’m saying here is Darry and Tim get together once a week to have coffee and discuss the shit their boys get into