It’s an out of body experience when you die. You remember how you died you just don’t remember how you got here. It’s been a while that much you can tell. Your husband and your sons are all at home. And they’re all dressed in black.
You try talking to them, but they don’t hear you. Jason is beating the punching bag and his knuckles are bloody and raw; you beg him to stop, but he doesn’t.
Tim is typing away on his keyboard. You can tell that from his eyes that he hasn’t slept in days. You beg him to stop, but he doesn’t.
Dick is running, his feet are pounding against the treadmill, as though he’s trying to outrun your death. His legs are shaking, and from what the timer says, he’s been on that damn treadmill for hours now. You beg him to stop, but he doesn’t.
Damian is just sitting on his bed, in the middle of his destroyed room. Lamps are broken, sheets have been torn, and there are punch marks in the walls. You beg him to say something, but he doesn’t.
You go to Bruce last; he’s in your shared bedroom, lying on the bed. He has one of your shirts clutched to his face. You can just make out the black and blue bruises covering his body. He’s been in fights, multiple fights. You kind of just sink to the floor, and if you could have cried, you would have.
The cries of a baby pull you from your thoughts. You move towards the bassinet in the corner, and you smile down at the baby there. You stick out your hand and try to stroke his cheek, but this form won’t allow that. You try cooing at him, and you seem to get his attention.
A moment later you’re proven wrong, as Alfred walks through you to reach the baby. He bounces the baby until he stops crying, and finally turns to Bruce and says, “Miss Y/N would be so disappointed in you. Not caring for the one piece of her that lives on. Instead you go into bars and fight. What would she say?”
Bruce’s voice is barely above a whisper, “She’d tell me I’m being a jackass, and to man up and be a father; to pull the family together and be there for our kids. And if she were here I’d do anything she asked, but she’s not, so it doesn’t matter.”
The butler doesn’t say a word as he sweeps out of the room. You lie down next to your grief stricken husband, and you watch as he drifts asleep.
You wake up in a white room, and you here your name being called. You face a man you don’t know and all he says is, “This is your chance to say goodbye. Not many get this chance, use it wisely.”
Then suddenly you’re in the meadow behind the manor. The sun is shining, and your entire family is there. They’re all rather quiet as you sit down; their faces all turn towards you. Damian doesn’t even hesitate as he launches himself into your arms. You catch him with ease.
You stroke his hair, and when no one speaks, you decide to. “I’m here to say goodbye.” You can see the protests on their mouths and you hold up a hand to stop them, “I don’t want to, but I have to. I need to know that you guys are going to be okay. That you’re going to stop working yourselves to death, that you’ll eat right, that you’ll make time for the family. I need to know that you guys are going to stick together.”
There’s some sort of quiet agreement and you turn to Dick, and pull him in for a hug. His arms wrap tight around you and you stroke his hair, “I need you to land on your feet, baby bird. I need you to help your dad, I need you to smile, I need you to be that light you always are. It doesn’t have to be right away, but if you start to feel happy I want you to embrace that. It’s okay to be happy.” He nods before kissing your cheek, and pulling away.
Jason is next. You take his face in your hands and kiss his forehead. “Stay strong, big bird. Help keep the family safe, don’t let anyone do anything stupid. Keep an eye on Damian in particular. Don’t let your dad go off his path. The Batman still has work to do.”
He nods and says, “I promise, Ma.”
You pull Tim into your side, “I’m begging you Timmy, eat right, don’t spend so much time in front of a computer screen, and get at least five hours of sleep at night. Promise me, Timothy.”
“Yes mam, I promise.”
You kiss his cheek, “I love you, baby bird.”
You pull Damian into your lap, “This is not your fault lil’ bird.”
He interrupts you, “It was my mother who …”
You nod, “It was Talia, not you Damian. You, lil’ bird, have a good heart. And you’re following a good path. Stick to that path, be the hero that the world needs you to be. Promise me.”
He buries his face in your neck and says, “I promise.”
You look at your sons and say, “Let yourselves be loved, and please love others. Pain is a part of life, but it is only one small part. If you’re too focused on it, you miss the happy things.”
They each give you a smile before they each vanish, leaving only you and Bruce. You wait for him to speak, “I’m always left behind.”
You smile and say, “No, I’ll wait for you.” You climb into his lap and cherish the feeling of his arms wrapping around you for the last time, “In the meantime, time I need you to live. Live the life I can’t. Be a father to our kids. Be there to tell Benjamin about me. Smile when you tell those stories. Be happy when you remember me Bruce Wayne, because I was always happy when I was with you.”
“Don’t leave me,” He pleads.
You can actually feel the tears streaming down your face now, “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to leave our boys. I want to leave our newest son. But we don’t get that choice Bruce. I need you to promise me that you’ll live. Take time to mourn, but please don’t let it consume you.”
You kiss him, and when you pull back you place your forehead against his, he holds you tight, “I promise.”
“Good, now make sure you still do Christmas big, and invite the League over for Thanksgiving, watch the fireworks on Fourth of July, have a picnic in the summer. Do fun things, Bruce, love life. For me.”
He nods as you start to disappear, and says, “I promise. I love you.”
You just smile and say, “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you forever, as long as I’m me, my husband you’ll be.” And with that you begin to fade.
Bruce wakes with a start to find his boys surrounding his bed. Sitting up he notices Dick holding Benjamin, and holds out his arms for his youngest son. Dick hands him over without a complaint as the boys all climb on the bed. There are several moments of silence before Tim asks, “Did you see her too?”
“In the meadow?” He asks.
They all nod, and he just laughs, “She found a way to say goodbye.”
“You really think it was her?” Damian asks.
Bruce smiles, “I wouldn’t put it past her, when it comes to her family nothing is impossible.”
Jason nods before holding out a book, “Alfred gave us this. He says Mom made it a few weeks ago.”
The title stares up at Bruce and he reads it out loud, “I’ll love you forever.”
He opens the cover and your voice comes out as it reads the first line, “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like your for always, your mommy I’ll forever be.” And the last line finishes with, “I love you, my big bat and little Robins. Forever.”
AN: Not going to lie, I cried a bit as I wrote this.
•Lafayette throws a huge party every year
•Alex gets drunk right away and then starts trying to fight everyone
•every time John is seen he has a bottle of Sam Addams in his hands
•gwash shows up looking like a total dad
•tjeff brought some homemade mac n cheese and is bragging how good it is
•Lafayette is dressed from head to toes in American flags
•Eliza tries to stop Alex from fighting everyone
•herc is fashionably dressed, but still wearing a beanie
•Philip can’t wait to watch the fireworks
Just a few head cannons I thought of for the hamilsquad on the Fourth of July. Have a fun and safe Fourth of July everyone:)
I got this idea from paperfrays about what the Mercs would be like as parents, and I thought it would be fun to give it a try! Also, I want to thank you guys for being so patient with how slow I’m responding to asks right now, I’m trying to get to as many as I can right now, since I’m sick and I have some free time! Well, hope you enjoy!
Scout is the dad who thinks he the “cool dad”. He’s not. But he’s the dad everyone loves, anyway, because he lets them have parties at their house, or he jokes around, and has an overall youthful attitude that makes him seem more like their older brother than their dad sometimes.
Soldier is that dad who’s totally off his rocker and makes no sense, but everyone loves him anyway. He’s a strict parent and he expects his children to be up at a certain time and have all their chore done, but even so, he’s a fun dad. Especially around fourth of July.
Pyro is the most ENFP parent ever. Everything is about making sure their child is happy, cared-for, and a little bit spoiled. They love kids and they love everything that goes along with kids, so they’re a surprisingly good parent.
Demoman is slightly overprotective as a dad, but he’s sensible and he’s willing to listen to what his kids might say against his rules. He’s the dad that will blow stuff up in the backyard, and just not even care. He’s also the dad that has a collection of swords and battle axes in the basement. He’s the cool dad Scout wants to be, basically.
Heavy is the most adorable, overprotective, caring parent ever. There’s nothing more important to him than making sure his child is safe and knows they’re loved. Every single part of him is just made up of love and paternal feelings for that kid and he’ll do anything for them in a heartbeat.(Think Cryaotic.)
Engineer knows what it feels like to have a father that ignores you in favor of work, and so he goes out of his way to give his child as much attention as possible. He’s always helping them build robots, or sketch our their dreams, and eventually take over the world, if that’s what they decide to do. Basically the way you seem him take care of his sentries, is the way he takes care of his kids. He’s also a good dad because he lets his kids spend as much time on the computer as they want.
Medic is an interesting dad. One day, he might leave his child alone the entire day to do experiments or God-knows-what in his lab, and the next day, he’ll spend the entirety of it fawning over his child. He’s not cut out to be the primary care-giver of a child, but he sure loves them, that’s never in question.
Sniper tries to act like a cranky dad, but he’s not. He’s very open about his parenting, and basically lets his children do whatever they want, as long as they don’t hurt themselves. His main focus is making sure his kids always know that he’s proud of them no matter what they do.
Spy would most likely have to leave his child if he had one, and it would kill him inside. He cares more about them than himself, and so he has to keep them safe and away from all of his enemies, but that means being away from them. However, if he managed to find a way out of espionage, he would be the best dad ever, rivaled only by Heavy. /he didn’t have a childhood to speak of, so he’d put his heart and sould into making sure his kid had the most amazing childhood anyone had ever heard of.
So for the calendar series thing: Josh Dun, Fourth of July, smut. If you don't do it that's okay but thank you so much for writing! It's fantastic!
It’s The Fireworks: Josh Dun
Word Count: 1,700+
I twirled around, watching the fringe of my cover up move
with me. The white woven piece accompanied my American flag-themed bikini well;
I looked like I hopped right out of a Fourth of July catalog. But there was no
shame in getting a second opinion.
“Josh? Can you come here please?” I called out to my
He was supposed to be downstairs spooning my potato salad
into a travel-friendly container; however, the Fourth was one of Josh’s
favorite holidays and he’d been distracted all day. I understood, though, the
Fourth of July was one of my favorites too. The fireworks, the food, it all
reminded me of my childhood.
I heard heavy footsteps come up the stairs and down the
hall before I saw a red-head peek around the corner.
“Are you decent?” He asked, covering his eyes.
Along with the Fourth of July making Josh giddy, it also
made him excited in other ways. He
had jokingly said it was the fireworks; I thought it was all the girls in
bikinis, but with Josh, who knew? Regardless, I had made it clear that there
was to be no funny business before Tyler’s party. For three years straight we
had been late to that Fourth of July party because Josh couldn’t contain
himself, and this year I was determined to be on time.
Always. Desirable? Definitely.” Okay, I guess it wasn’t all Josh’s fault.
uncovered his eyes and walked into the room, “I thought you said no funny
say things Josh…” I trailed a finger up his bicep muscle, “You should wear
these more often.” I said fingering the cut-off band shirt he was wearing;
perfect for the heat, and giving me
view of his prominent arm muscles.
smiled, making his eyes crinkle at the edges, “Is this all you wanted me for?”
shook my head and stepped back, “How do I look?” I did a small twirl.
smiled grew, “You look very… patriotic.”
rolled my eyes and smiled, “We’re gonna be late if we don’t leave, like, right
now. I’ll drive and you can keep my potato salad safe.”
smile fell, “Uh, potato salad?”
smirked at him knowingly, “Okay, you’ll
drive and I’ll take care of my poor, abandoned potato salad.”
giggled, “I’m sorry, I can always make it up to you…”
grabbed the car keys and put them into Josh’s hand, “Car. Now.”
jogged into the kitchen and opted for the quick “aluminum
foil-over-the-top-of-the-bowl” method instead of putting into a Tupperware
container. Smoothing out the foil, I grabbed the cold bowl and quickly walked
was sitting in the driver’s seat with his famed ray bans on adjusting the mirrors.
I slid into the passenger seat and buckled up. Moving my aviators from the top
of my head to in front of my eyes, I looked around at the passing trees.
briefly looked down at the bowl situated securely in between my thighs and
smiled, “What?” I asked him, a smile forming on my face as well.
just never thought I’d be jealous of a bowl of potato salad.” He said a chuckle
escaping his mouth.
blushed, “I never thought I’d want to replace a bowl of potato salad with my
laughed and focused his eyes back on the road. But the way he gripped the
steering wheel a little tighter, or the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down
didn’t go lost on me.
Fourth of July parties were always fun. Tyler and Jenna would invite Brendon
and Sarah, all of the sound guys, the stage crew, even some of their friends
from school showed up. We’d eat, swim, and jack around on the beach until it
got dark. Then came my favorite part; we would all sit around a bonfire and watch
was perched on a log, licking a Popsicle and looking up at sky, anxiously
awaiting the fireworks. I had done a good of ignoring the longing in between my
legs, but it had become increasingly harder as Josh seemed to be set on teasing
me to the brink of madness. It started off with simple butt touches and maybe a
finger inching its way up my thigh, but when he figured out that wouldn’t work,
he switched tactics. He would jump into the rising tide, coming back up with
his white band tee soaked all the way through and flex his arms effortlessly as
he ran his fingers through his hair. Now, however, I could feel his brown eyes
on the side of my face.
curled one side of my mouth up into a smile and turned to him, “What?”
shook his curly hair and smirked, making me squeeze my legs together, “Nothing.
Just admiring the view.”
my eyes in mock annoyance, I turned my eyes back to the sky. Not a minute
later, I felt Josh’s eyes back on me. I didn’t blame him, I was just as worked
up as he was (if not more) I was just better at hiding it. However, there wasn’t
much we could do about it until we got home.
turned back to him, leaning in to his ear, “If you have something to say, spit
it out already,” I whispered over the conversations going on around us.
turned his head towards me, “I wish we were alone so I could watch my babygirl
lick me like she’s licking that Popsicle.”
blushed and quickly turned away, “Josh! Not now!” I whispered.
I know you’re just as horny as I am. In fact… I bet if I checked, you’d be
soaking wet, wouldn’t you?” I shivered at his words, watching the goosebumps
appear on my thighs.
nodded reluctantly, “But we have to wait until-”
Josh leaned into the crook of my neck, “Come on baby I bet we could find
He pressed a soft kiss to my neck, almost
making me moan, “Josh, what if they heard? I’d never be able to face them again.”
fireworks would take care of the noise. I know you want to, don’t you baby girl?”
Josh said, slowing tracing a finger up my spine, making me shiver once again.
nodded quickly this time, “Yeah- I really do. But…”
groaned, “(Y/N), baby, you’re killing me,” he whined.
laughed at his cute pout and rolled my eyes, “Okay, okay, I’ll go first and
then you follow in a couple seconds.”
up from my log, I dismissed any curiosity as to where I was going by saying
that I needed to go find a bathroom. Not many people ask questions after that.
tossed my popsicle in our make-shift trash can and walked away from the group. It
grew darker as I wandered farther from the fire, but the warm sand and breeze
put me at ease. I heard Josh walking behind me and I turned around to face him.
Placing my hands on his chest, I felt it rise and fall with his mellow breaths.
at last,” I smiled up at him.
simply nodded in reply, snaking his hand behind my neck and bringing me up into
a kiss. I moved one of my hands to his cheek, deepening the heated kiss. His
chapped lips parted, allowing my tongue entrance into his mouth. I felt Josh’s
hands trail down my back, landing on my ass. Grinding my hips into his, I felt
the beginning of a hard-on; my assumption was confirmed as I heard a muffled
pulled away, lying down on the sand, but not before taking two handfuls of Josh’s
shirt, bringing him with me. He laughed and lied back on the sand, my legs promptly
straddling his lap. His shirt and my cover up where the first things to go, as I
found myself eagerly awaiting putting my lips all over his toned chest.
moved my out of the way as I trailed my soft lips down his chest. Taking it a
step further, I ground my hips into his, creating friction where I needed it
Jesus baby,” Josh breathed out.
flipped us over, hovering above me with an arm on either side of my head for
support. Josh connected our lips again, and sneakily moved a hand behind my
back and untying my bikini top in one swift motion. I gasped as I felt the
breeze on my newly exposed chest. Forever a multi-tasker, Josh took a nipple
into his mouth, while sliding his hand into my bikini bottom and toying with my
clitoris. I moaned at the feeling as my hands found themselves pulling on Josh’s
bucked my hips up into his hand, “You ready?” he asked, looking up at me.
quickly, I involuntarily bucked my hips again, “After all your teasing? Of course
teasing? And what do you call prancing around in this bikini huh?” Josh said,
landing a playful smack on the side of my ass.
movement made me moan which caused Josh to smirk; proud of the effect he had on
he pulled my bottoms down my legs, following with his own swim trunks. I wrapped
my legs around his waist. Josh pumped himself a couple times before lining
himself up with my entrance. He looked up at me for consent and I nodded
briskly, eager to find relief. Josh pushed into me slowly at first and slowly
picked up his pace, anchoring himself with the sand above my head.
curled my toes and arched my back off of the sand as he brushed my g-spot, “Oh
god, Josh right there,” I moaned.
pounded that spot repeatedly, bringing me close to the edge. I reached down and
began tracing small, quick circles on my cilt. Josh screwed his eyes shut, letting
his hair fall over them as he kept his fast pace.
I’m- ohmygodJosh!” I screamed his name as I came hard, my whole body shaking as
Josh continued to ride out my orgasm.
abruptly pulled out and cummed on my stomach. I’d have to wash that off before we
went back to the group, but all I could focus on was Josh. He sighed contently
and lied down beside me, breathing heavily. I couldn’t see much of his face, as
it was really dark now. I opened my mouth to say something, but, as if on cue,
the fireworks show started.
let out a breathy laugh, “Best Fourth of July sex ever.”
nodded, “I’m telling you, it’s the fireworks.”
This was so much fun to write!!!!! Keep sending in requests for the Calendar Series, and at the end I’ll make a list of them all in *drum roll* chronological order!!! What could possibly be more exciting than arranging 365 days of top in order????? The answer is nothing. Nothing at all. (except for beach sex with Josh, obvs)