she was seriously my favorite x men when i was a kid

Batboys X Reader- Welcome to the Family (Part 2)

Welcome To The Family  (Part 1)

I’ll be alternating with requests in my inbox and the series you guys voted on!! I feel like I have ignored all of these requests.  Enjoy!!

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“Has anyone seen (Y/L/N)?”

“I thought (Y/N) was supposed to go walk Titus with you,” Dick said with a frown, trying to remember the last time he saw you.  “I saw (Y/N) in the living room a few hours ago, but I highly doubt she’s in there now.”

“Tt, I guess I’ll go on the walk without her,” Damian stated.  “Tell (Y/L/N) that I left if you see her.”

“Okie dokie,” Dick responded, returning his attention to organizing the groceries Alfred bought.  “Say hi to the lady with the German Shepherd for me!”

“Shut it, Grayson!”

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Perfect

A/N: so i got three requests from @charlesgrey1875, @meep-meep22 , and @sebatianstanisbae and they all wanted a jealous bucky. the ending is based off of ed sheeran’s new song perfect. 

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word Count: 1689

C'mon Steve! That’s not fair!” Y/N yelled as she tried to reach for the bag of candy Steve was holding above her head. Steve chuckled as he watched her start to jump up and down, stretching her arm up as far as it could go but it never came near the bag.

Steeeve,” Y/N whined, eventually growing tired of jumping and crossed her arms over her chest.

“You stole my bag last time,” Steve answered, like it was the perfect justification for why he had the bag.

“It was an accident!” Y/N exclaimed, uncrossing her arms and throwing them in the air in frustration.

“Yeah well, should have looked more carefully before pulling something out of the cabinet,” Steve replied, still holding the bag above her head.

“What’s going on here?” Another voice entered the kitchen. Sam and Bucky had just finished their workout and planned to have a relaxing snack but instead found two bickering children.

“He stole my candy!”

“She stole mine first!” Steve slowly lowered his arm, cautious of Y/N and her fast cat like reflexes.

“Seriously?” Sam asked as he raised an eyebrow, “you guys are fighting over a bag of candy?”

“It’s not any bag of candy it’s my favorite,” Y/N responded.

“Which happens to be my favorite as well,” Steve added, opening the bag and watching Y/N squint her eyes in annoyance as she hears the crinkle of the bag.

“Unbelievable,” Sam muttered before walking towards the fridge. “Like an old married couple,” he said under his breath not expecting anyone to hear him. But two people did and both had super soldier hearing. Bucky grunted as he looked between Steve and Y/N, unsure of what to do or even say. He wanted to tell Steve off, to yell at him for teasing Y/N and to remind him that he had a crush on her, not Steve. But he didn’t, instead Bucky grabbed the bottle Sam offered him, clenched his jaw tight and left but not before giving Steve a quick side eye.

“What’s his problem?” Y/N asked curiously at the interaction.

“You,” both Steve and Sam said.

“Me?” Y/N could hardly believe it. The man that she had slowly started to fall in love with had a problem with her. She let out a sniffle and wiped a stray tear from her eye before excusing herself without letting her friends explain why Bucky had a problem with her.

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requested by anon <3
prompt;
  Gasp - I didn’t know you did Dream Daddy! If you didn’t enjoy writing the one you did for Craig just skip this but… - could you do an imagine where your at a campfire with all the dad’s and its late into the night (kids asleep in tents) and Robert decides to tell this really edgy story about how he survived in the army and being the only “mother” there rather then a “father” they all start fighting with each other and cooing at you saying that if your scared you can snuggle up to them!!

MASTERLIST KO-FI. WRITING CHALLENGE!

Perhaps you really should have pressured Mary to come with, despite her distain and a clear cut ‘No’ as a response when you asked her the first time. Being the only ‘Mom’, alone in the woods with only children and hot Daddies was a bit unnerving and strange, though you didn’t feel unsafe. On the contrary, you haven’t felt this secure in a while: with Amanda sleeping soundly in a tent just a few feet behind your back with Craig’s twins, the hot camp fire licking the air and heating your cheeks and the eye candy around you this evening qualifies as the most fun you have had in years!

But these are men. MEN. So of course, one of them, you are not going to drop any names (it’s Robert) decided to recite his old war story that may or may not have been true due to how edgy it is, and the rest of the guys, though laughing at it, soon turned to you and reassured you that they would protect you in case that story scared you. Which it didn’t. It wouldn’t even scare River if she had enough sense to understand what it was about. She would probably just laugh at it. And that’s exactly what you did with a small shake of your head, “Really now, it wasn’t that scary.”

Craig, sitting the closest to you, smiles warmly, “Are you sure? There is an extra spot in my tent if you don’t want to sleep alone…”

“My tents bigger.” Brian interjects.

“Hey, it was my story, so obviously (Name) should snuggle up with me.”

Matt sighs, “Guys, seriously?” You want to thank Matt for being the only sensible one here, but—“How is this even a debate? I have weed and headphones in my backpack…Real weed this times.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that…” Joseph mumbles. “(Name), please don’t tell me you’re actually considering—“

“What are your favorite flowers, (Name) dearest? I do believe that a bouquet would calm you.”

“Boys, really, I’m good—“

Hugo pipes up, “You know, Shakespeare once said—“ And that was as far as you heard since they all started arguing. You sighed, hoping that they won’t wake up the kids with all this yapping. Mary definitely should’ve been here, she would’ve scared them off in no time.

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Naughty Girl

Title: Naughty Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/n: 🔥🔥 sex, I’m so on fire today, I went all the way with this one, God I really hope you guys like it

Warnings: NSFW, explicit smut

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Your name: submit What is this?


It was almost eleven at night and the after mission party was still going strong, the lights were flashing and the ever so loud electro music was pounding loudly across the tower. You sighed, quickly downing your tequila shot, pushing it over to the bartender, signalling that you wanted another one.

“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine” Natasha commented as she settled into the bar stool beside you , her Mai Tai in hand. “I’m bored, the guys are having so much fun” you replied blandly, gesturing to the men that stood at the other end of the hall, a few shots on the table as they continued with their pool game, the pile of money growing with each lost.

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Tea time

Jefferson x reader

Request: Could you try and write an imagine with him and the reader is friends with Emma and she runs into Jefferson on the rare day he’s out and he’s attracted to her and invites her to tea and she learns his backstory and she promises to help him in anyway he can?

Author’s note: Ayee, it’s another request from @weirdnewbie, thank you for being so supportive! Gosh, I have almost forgot how much I love Jefferson. Requests are open guys, send me whatever you want!

Originally posted by imaginesandmissevendaysblog


‘‘YOU are telling ME I need a man? You, the ‘don’t flirt with me, don’t look at me, I don’t need you‘ queen? Holy mother of God,Emma are you okay? Was that cocoa poisioned?‘‘ Y/N asked Emma with huge smirk on her face.

‘‘I hate you.‘‘ Emma answered with mout full of food.

‘‘You love me. Get up your ass princess, we can’t stay at Granny’s all day..And Emma, just to you know it, I’m maybe from Enchanted forrest, but my life wasn’t fairytale, I can handle it on my own. Now come.“

Emma gave her meal a last sad look and quicky walked outside.

‘‘Y/N-‘‘

‘‘No, Emma, don’t worry about it. I don’t wanna screw my mood. Can I go with you? Henry promised me I can borrow some his comics.‘‘

‘‘Nah girl, you need a guy SO much‘‘ said Emma with laughter.

‘‘Black widow disagrees.‘‘

‘‘Nerd.‘‘

‘‘Shut up, Swan!‘‘


‘‘Thanks Henry! May the Force be with you both! Bye!‘‘ Y/N called as she leaved. She saw Emma’s eye roll in other dimension and Henry’s grinn.

It wasn’t so late yet, so she decided to walk a little. Storybrook at night was one of her favorite things ever. She just walk past the library, when someone bumped into her.

‘‘Shit‘‘ she whispered since she noticed some comics laying on the ground.

‘‘I am really sorry! ‚‘‘the stranger said.

Y/N looked at him ‚‘well, shit again‘ she thought.

‘‘I’m sorry too. Did I hurt you? She said with worried face.‘‘

‘‘No, I am fine. The name is Jefferson by the way. And yours?‘‘ he doffed his hat.

She blushed a little on this gesture. ‚‘‘I am Y/N, friend of Emma Swan actually. She has told me few things about you..‘‘

‘‘So not my lucky day, huh? I must tell her to not say a thing about me around people I find atractive. It ruins all my chances.‘‘

Y/N’s cheeks were now red as a ketchup.

‘‘She wasn’t so evil, but the truth is I expected someone more insane..and less ..nevermind‘‘ she chuckled.

Jefferson smirked.

Y/N finally grabbed the comics from the ground. She made a confused face.

‘‘Are you alright?‘‘

‘‘Oh yeah, I’m okay, but Iron man has ruptured leg, which is kinda problem ‚‘cause I don’t know how long I can hide myself from boy that borrowed them to me.‘‘

‘‘Maybe you can hide yourself in my house for a while. What do you think about a nice cup of tea?‘‘

‘‘Well, this is the first time the handsome stranger I just met invites me to a nice cup of tea. But since you are now in the good guys squad and I obviously don‘t have self-preservation instinct, why not?‘‘ she giggled.


­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­‘‘Wow. That’s what I call a house. It’s way to big for only one person, don’t you feel lonely here sometimes?‘‘

‘‘To be honest, I do..‘‘ Jefferson mumbled quietly.

‘‘I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-‘‘

‘‘Nah, forgot about it. Sit here for the moment, okay? I will make the tea.’’

Y/N sat in one of seats. She really like this house, it was kind of mysterious, but when Jefferson wasn’t coming back, she began to be bored. She moved herself into weird but comfortable position and grabbed a pen and piece of paper from her backpack. She started to doodle some stuff that went through her head.

“White rabbit, seriously?” asked Jefferson.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t scare me like that!” Y/N almost fell on the floor.

“Sorry. Here is your tea, ma'am.”

“What’s wrong with white rabbit anyway?”

“It reminds me of my daughter.”

“You have a daughter? Where is she?”

“I really want to know that too..”

“Oh. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to..”

“No, it’s okay. I need to let it out, you know? And you are the first person who actually listens to me.”

“Well, I kinda know how you feel. I didn’t see my  brother since we are in Storybrook. He is my only family. My mum.. she wasn’t really ‘husband and kids’ type and my dead became a drunk asshole when she left, so I was working all day long just to feed them. And now my little brother is gone too.

“My daughter’s name is Grace, she is such a sweetheart. You know, I wasn’t a good man a long time ago. I was working for everyone who paid me,but I stoped it, because of her. We had good life, but then Regina came for me. Thanks to her I ended stuck in fuckin’ Wonderland. I thought it will get better here, but it seems like Grace doesen’t remember me. Just awesome”

“Whoa, our lives sucks.” Y/N smirked.

“Wanna something stronger than tea?”

“Hell yeah.”


Jefferson was a good companion. Sun was rising when they finally decided to get some sleep. When she woke up on his sofa it was almost midday.

‘‘Oh God, I need to go’‘ she said to herself. She stand up quicky and went to find Jefferson. She found him fast, way to fast.. she was suddently poured with his tea.

‘‘Sleeping Beauty is in hurry, huh? I will give you something dry to change, okay?’‘

‘‘Thank you! You know I must move my ass before Emma starts statewide seeking. Oh, one more thing.’‘ Y/N quicky wrote her phone number on his hand.

‘‘In case you still find me attractive’‘ She said with playful smile.

Y/N grabbed her backpack, change her shirt and said goodbye to Jefferson. As she ran through the street she checked her phone. Four missing calls from Emma. ‘‘Well, I am fucked up.’‘

When she finally arrived to Emma she could barely catch her breath. Henry opened the door.

‘‘Can I come in?’‘

‘‘You sure about that? She is furious.’‘ Henry whispered.

‘‘You know I have to. Make me nice funeral please.’‘

She came in.

‘‘Y/N where the hell have you been?! I have called you!’‘

‘‘Well, my phone probably just turned off. You know, I was really tired, I fell asleep and didn’t put it on charger..’‘

‘‘We were worried about you!’‘

‘‘I am not five, mom’‘ Y/N smirked.

‘‘Don’t take that tone with me, young lady.’‘ Emma laughed.

‘‘Just don’t do that again, alright Y/N? C’mon, have some cocoa with us.’‘

Y/N thanked God it worked. She put off her jacket and sat happily across from Emma.

‘‘Hey Y/N, isn’t it a MEN shirt?’‘

‘’Oh fuck.’‘

Fear Factor

PAIRING: reader x avengers 

WORD COUNT: 3.1k 

WARNINGS: slight graphic description, implied jump scared and swearing. 

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!! Now this is based on something that happened to me. I experienced my first walk through horror house, it was the best/worst thing that has ever happened to me and the thought of our fearless hero’s going through what I experienced was something I could not write! I hope you enjoy and I hope you all have a spooky halloween!!!! 

GIF NOT MINE 

Originally posted by creep-cat

Originally posted by wakandaentertainment

From the age of fifteen you could boast a plethora of jobs you have worked over the years. Some of the were mundane as a grocery clerk, and an office assistant. But there were others such as dog groomer and of course your annual weekend job of working in a Haunted Horror walkthrough. The weekend of Halloween was by far your favorite time to work, who else could stay they had made grown men fold like a pack of cards just by your scream. You had worked that job for many years, mostly at circuses and fairground attractions; it was there you made the acquaintance of a certain archer.

It was Clint who had contacted you, your secret martial arts training and ability to slip into any role was the perfect biases of becoming a shield agent, and the rest they say was history. You had worked closely with the Avengers over the past few years forcing to give up your yearly job of scaring the living hell out of people. But this year was different, you had gotten an email from your old boss telling you that the festival was due to hit New York on Halloween weekend, she had also offered you as many tickets as you needed seeing as you were her favorite actor.

“Please guy, it will be fun I promise” you pouted looking around at your teammates. They all looked at you with a level of trepidation

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Tag game-10 favourite characters

Tagged by: my dear buddy @renadragneel~

Rules:  Tell me your favorite character from 10 fictional works (Shows, Movies, Novels, Etc.) and tag 10 people! 

(Note: This list is in no particular order cause I love all my babies~)

1. Kurose Riku from Ten Count by Takahari Rihito (This is a BL manga)
Man….this character is so cool and so complex! This is especially seen with his relationship/interactions with Shirotani…I can’t really type out how much in awe I am whenever I read about him! Not to mention he fits all the physical traits I’d like to see in a guy huehuehue

2.Sebastian Michaelis from Black Butler by Yana Tobaso
….Seriously? Does this ‘one hell of a butler need an introduction? He’s awesome! Badass! And will finish his duties before tea-time! :>

  3. Magnus Bane from the Shadowhunter universe by Cassandra Clare
Eyyyyyy everyone’s favourite freewheeling bisexual warlock is here! His sass is off the charts! Like seriously, the most ‘sober’ shirt he has is a black one with sequins that say ‘blink if you want me’. But, he does have a sensitive,caring side…and he was one character that helped me eventually come to terms with my sexuality

4.Rhysand from ACOTAR & ACOMAF by Sarah J Mass
*whistles* Ohhh this character! At first, he starts off seeming to be the villain or atleast a crony of the main antagonist….but as the story progresses…you realise that he is one of the most head-strong, feminist and caring characters…Like the relationship and trust he has on Feyre, the protagonist, is sooo refreshing! Considering that even in that universe, women are just treated secondary to men, as breeding cattle…Please read this book! I wanna have more people to fangirl about him!!!

5. Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail by Hiro Mashima
She used to be my idol ok?! still is lol Like, her magic is so cool and her loyalty and badassery and will to support friends is sooo high! Yet she’s so cute? Like….how?!

Originally posted by urmilkovich

6. Yuko Ichihara from xxxHolic by CLAMP
Ahhh….one of my first female crushes….I mean….she’s so calm and serene…and makes everything around her seem cool? IDK there is just something really enticing about her, and the way she explains the supernatural occurences to Watanuki

7. Nakahara Chuuya from Bungou Stray Dogs by Kafka Asagiri
*giggles* Ohhh my spirit animal….so smol and angry and destructive when pissed….Need I say more about this overly Extra, super sassy, petite mafia?

Originally posted by val-sivan

8. Killua Zoldyck from HunterxHunter by Yoshihiro Togashi
*chuckles* Oh boy…this kid is my precious baby ok! Don’t you dare lay a finger on him! Or….never mind….cause despite his cute, cuddly and energetic appearance, he sure know how to slay a bitch, literally….

9.Makoto Tachibana from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club
AHHHHHHH MY PRECIOUS TACHIBABY!! HE’S SO SWEET AND KIND AND IS BASICALLY THE MOM CHARACTER! AND HE TAKES CARE OF HARU SO WELL?! HE’S JUST A PURE CINNAMON ROLL!!! A PRECIOUS BALL OF FLUFF!!! 10/10 WILL PROTECT!!!!

Originally posted by seabreezefriendship

And last but not the least….

10. Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs by Kafka Asagiri
Self-explanatory blog title is self-explanatory lol  AHHHHHHHH I CANNOT EMPHASISE ANY MORE ON HOW MUCH I ADORE DAZAI! I mean, his looks, his cuteness, his intelligence, his battle strategies, his self-confidence….IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL FOR THIS GUY TO EXIST CAUSE HE’S MAKING ME QUESTION MY MORALS AND MY SANITY!!!!

Originally posted by goshikiis

Originally posted by superwhohobbitlocked

Yep….both are the same person jfc

Now Tagging time!
1. @cosmogonalley
2. @yuki-rinichiro
3. @i-will-die-of-fangirling
4. @yuurinikiforov
5. @wyverninkath
6. @renegade-starlord
7. @mira-hansha
8. @cinnamondazai
9. @theenigmaticphoenix
10. @shizuna610

((Do it if you wanna, ok?))

fate

summary: Thirty-two years of sisterhood sounds like forever, she thinks, but is is not enough.

sort of post ep for paper clip. part of my series of fics i’m writing as i rewatch the x files.

“I think it’s about something we have no personal choice in. I think it’s about fate.” - Fox Mulder, 3x02 Paper Clip


1964

They’ve discussed names, a little unseriously. Bill had insisted that it would be another boy, so they had agreed unofficially on Charles. (He liked to name the children after family members; there was Billy, and then Melissa was after his mother and Charles after his father. But they hadn’t discussed girl names.)

“I liked that one name you suggested,” Bill offers the next morning. They know the routines of early parenthood well, but he is no less fascinated by the baby, moving his fingers through the sunlight for her to track. “What was it… Dana.”

Maggie smiles; Dana was her favorite of the considered girl names, but she’d figured Bill would never go for it since it wasn’t traditional. “Dana Katherine,” she offers, stroking her daughter’s downy red hair. The baby snuffles, turning her face into Maggie’s shoulder. “For my grandmother.”

They take the baby home after a few days. Bill goes in first - wisely enough, Missy and Billy tend to be rambunctious, especially right after breakfast. Maggie’s mother has been staying with them, and she embraces Maggie at the door before leaning over the baby carrier. Missy and Billy leap at her before their father stops them. “Go and sit on the couch,” he says in that kind but stern way he has. Billy sticks out his lower lip and stomps over to the couch. Bill scoops up Missy and sets her next to her brother; she swings her legs in excitement.

The kids have been arguing for a few weeks now about whether or not the baby would be a brother or a sister (Billy in favor of the former and Missy of the latter). Maggie opts to sit between them with the baby in her arms so they won’t come to blows over who was right. “Kids,” she says. “This is your new sister, Dana.”

Billy pouts, flopping back against the back of the couch, and Bill and her mother swoop in to scold him. But Missy is intrigued, crawling closer to get a look. Dana half-dozes, tiny hands waving in the air. Missy pokes her foot. “Day?”

“Dana,” Maggie corrects, amused. “Don’t poke her, sweetie, you have to be gentle.”

Melissa reaches for the baby again, and Dana catches her sister’s finger in her little hand. “Day,” she says, satisfied.

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The Road to Heaven is in the Arms of a Winchester

Characters: Reader Insert, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Wordcount: 1500

Warnings: Death, angst

Summary: The reader gets hurt on a hunt. Will she get help in time?

A/N: @trexrambling  requested, “Option A: He knew she was safe, and that was the only thing that mattered. OR Option B: All the words had been said, and now there was only a deep, aching silence.” I hope this does the trick :)

Originally posted by princesscas

The hunt was never supposed to end this way.

The world around you felt muted—you were barely aware of the light, warm trickle from your nostril, the cold wind coming in from the broken window, your various bruises and lacerations from the fight, or the splintered wood floor upon which you’d fallen to your knees.

You always got back up from being thrown, even when you hit your head so hard you saw stars in your eyes, or momentarily lost the ability to hear. No matter what, you always stood back up and didn’t fall back down.

Not this time.

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Hey, You. - Chris x MC Fanfic

[A little note: Why didn’t we get more time to bond with Chris’ siblings and why did we only meet one? These are the questions I ask myself when PB doesn’t give me enough to splurge my ideas. I’m indulging into a little fantasy where we get to see a little more of AJ’s perspective after meeting MC. Unfortunately we don’t really know much about her. But I think AJ’s adorable, especially how protective she is over her brother.]

[Summary: AJ isn’t quite sure what to make of Chris’ new girlfriend. The girl he’s spoken about all summer, the girl that’s taking her big brother away from her. And now she’s come face to face with the infamous girl that’s stolen her brother’s heart.]


Cherryfield Maine has always been known for it’s heat. Our summers are long and humid; with temperatures going up to as far as eighty, and winters that never feel long enough. By the time summer rolls around again, most of us don’t even remember what winter feels like.

My sweaty palms seem to echo that sentiment as I wipe them on my overalls. The heat is really bad today. More so than yesterday. There hasn’t been one day this entire week when it’s not. But today I don’t mind; I don’t mind because I know it’s the last day I’ll see Chris.

I drop another lobster by the net under my feet. They snap at me but otherwise are harmless in their tied up state. I drag my feet a little, taking unnecessary stops where possible. I don’t want him to go. 

He knows the game I’m playing but doesn’t complain that I’m too slow. He just grins at me, and wipes the sweat off his brow. 

Today’s Chris’ last day on the job. We’re at the docks, and like most of how we spend the summer – we’ve been taking care of boats and making sure the dock is always ready to go no matter the hour, and stocking up on seafood for local places.

I won’t ever admit it to him, but I like it when it’s just the two of us. Not when Kyle’s here, or even when mom comes by – just us, talking about the open ocean and dumb seafood stuff during our breaks.

That’s all about to change though. I can feel the tide coming even before it happens. The waves crashing to break all the happiness we’ve shared since he’s been back.

They arrive at the docks sometime in the afternoon. There’s three of them - dressed like they’re ready to go camping. None of them really catch my attention except for her. She’s the one that he keeps talking about. 

She’s his girlfriend. 

She’s got dark hair; hair that’s longer than mine and purple streaks - (the streaks are kind of cool). She wears them like she doesn’t care what other people’ll think. She’s all legs, really tall. Well, not as tall as my brother – no one’s taller than him. Still she’s tall enough that I’ve got to crane my neck upwards to get a good look of her face in this heat.

They’re all smiling when they spot us. They’re probably really happy to see Chris, so their eyes don’t linger on me. And hers linger on him for far too long before they start walking toward us.

Chris doesn’t see them. Not yet. He’s too busy catching the last lobster; so he misses the sound of their footsteps. I don’t want to say anything. In fact, I kind of wish they’d leave. I’m not ready to meet them, knowing that if I do that’ll be the last time I’ll see him for the rest of the summer. I’m not ready for stupid summer goodbyes.

Then he adjusts and I watch uneasily how much they seem to stare at each other. You’d think they haven’t seen each other  in forever the way they’re looking at each other. Long stares that’s starting to make me feel like a third wheel. I shift uncomfortably on my feet as he gets up to greet them.

“Look who’s hard at work.” She’s grinning from ear to ear before they hug each other. And they hug…. And they hug for a really long time. I fold my arms and tap my feet impatiently until they let go.

Once they do, Chris exchanges nods with the other two people right behind her. They’re both sort of tall too, and one of them’s wearing this weird ice cream shirt that suddenly makes me remember I haven’t eaten lunch. “You guys made it! That was faster than I thought.” He checks his watch absently, “I guess time really flew by huh?”

“Not soon enough.” She says, her eyes flitting back to him. “I’ve missed you.” She says the words softly like she doesn’t want the rest of us to hear, but I hear it. Then she’s looks back at her other friends, “I guess we could’ve coordinated better. We didn’t mean to interrupt.” She smiles sheepishly. And then her eyes look at me.

She’s pretty. Really pretty. The kind of pretty that I didn’t think my brother liked. Not girl-next-door-pretty. But tv-show pretty. Except without the make-up. Hey, you. Don’t take my brother away. I say silently. I hope the dismissive glance I give her finishes the words I won’t say out loud.

“No worries, we were just finishing up anyway.” Chris prompts me, “Right?” When I don’t respond he pokes my sides.

I scowl before slapping his hands away then turn my gaze back to the rest of his friends. Suddenly I feel like the outsider looking in; they’re all talking about how their summers have been and all I’ve got are boring stories about being home. I take a couple steps back, until I’m almost behind Chris.

“Anyway, it’s great to see you guys.” Chris adds. Suddenly he seems to remember I’m here again. “Guys, this is my little sister Jo-”

Chris,” My scowl deepens. “I already told you – it’s AJ now.” I insist glaring up at him. Ever since he’s been back, I’ve told him more than a hundred times that I don’t go by Jo anymore. Jo isn’t cool, AJ is. AJ gets people to notice. AJ gets people to treat me like everyone else, and not just some little girl.

Chris laughs and pats the top of my head. Its what mom does whenever she thinks she knows best and I move away from his hand by the third time he pats me. “My little sister everyone.” He winks at them, “Who’s recently decided to go by AJ. She’s been helping me with my summer job.”

Zack snorts, “Looks like an arm workout to me.” He’s eyeing the amount of seafood we’ve caught with a wry expression.

I nod and feel a growing sense of accomplishment. It’s an important job, one that I take seriously, maybe even more than Chris does. I feel proud of myself for being able to keep up with him.  And I like using my hands to do something. Books that aren’t comics bore me, and I’m not interested in the same things Kyle is.  Chris is way more fun than he is anyway. Kyle gets annoying after awhile because he thinks he’s a-know-it-all.

The girl in front of us extends a hand. “Hey, it’s so nice to meet you! I’m Micah -”

“I know who you are.” I interrupt quickly. She’s all he’s been talking about since he’s been home. Of course I know who she is. I fold my arms again, “You’re her.” I say the last bit with as much venom as I can muster.

I don’t shake her hand until Chris nudges me. “AJ, we talked about this.”

“I mean hi, I guess.” I mumble, adjusting the top of my cap nervously. Why am I so nervous? I don’t care if she doesn’t like me. This time, I’m scowling at myself. I’m nervous in a way that has nothing to do with the heat. I don’t want to talk to her anymore. I hug myself and don’t meet her gaze.

Except she just keeps talking.

I’m irritated that she isn’t taking the hint. She just keeps smiling at me, even though I’m only responding with one-word answers as Chris shows the rest of their friends around.

“So how well do you know my brother, anyway?” I interrupt finally. I jut my chin out and eye her suspiciously. “Do you know the important stuff?” I demand, shifting my feet. “Like what his secret talent is?” No one knows that outside of our family. I smirk triumphantly at her, hoping that my question will her crack her confidence.

Her eyes widen in surprise and I feel a surge of satisfaction that I’ve caught her off-guard. “Uh, am I taking a test?”

I roll my eyes, “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t know.” What kinda girlfriend is she anyway? 

She looks lost in thought for a moment while I shift on my feet again. I’m starting to get this funny feeling that she’s toying with me until she bends down to where we’re nearly eye level. “Piece of cake! Chris’ secret talent is floral arrangements.” She winks, “I’m hoping he’ll make me a bouquet one of these days. Maybe for a surprise gift on my birthday.”

“Oh, you do know!” I blink at her in surprise as she grins. “Wow, I guess you and Chris share everything.” I lower my gaze and bite my bottom lip. I can’t help but feel a little jealous. I’m used to Chris sharing everything with me. I guess he doesn’t need to anymore now that he’s got her.

“Oh, not everything. We didn’t get to talk a lot about you, AJ. And I know how much you, Kyle and your mom means to him.” She touches my shoulder and the little gesture startles me.

I glance up to see her doing that smiling thing again. It’s hard to hate someone when they’re being so nice. “Well there’s not much to tell,” I mutter, suddenly feeling shy again. “It’s not like we’d have anything in common anyway.” I make a face at her.

“Oh you’d be surprised.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I think for a moment, trying to come up with something I can’t see her enjoying. She doesn’t look like the type to like superheroes. “I bet you’ve never even read a comic.”

“I used to read a lot of x-men as a kid. Although I don’t know if that really counts since I don’t have the time anymore.”

I stare at her - mouth nearly agape, until she laughs. Nicole never liked comics.“Do you like Storm? She’s so cool. One of my favorite X-mens of all time.” I don’t notice that we’re starting to lag behind the rest of them. Because unlike Nicole, she doesn’t brush me aside to get to my brother.

She keeps in step with me as we start chatting about our different fan favorites. She laughs at something funny I say, and I find myself smiling up at her in return. Maybe she isn’t so bad after all.

Hey you, take care of my brother okay? I say silently.

I think there’s this unspoken promise between us that she will.

SO I FINALLY SAW LOGAN AND YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, GUYS. I HAVE NEVER TOLD YOU OF MY LOVE FOR X-23

Like when I was a kid I never saw the original X-Men cartoon and my first exposure to the existence of the X-Men at all was X-Men Evolution and I remember watching X-23′s introduction when it first came out and thinking that Girl Wolverine was the coolest thing I’d ever seen and to this day she is my favorite mutant and I just ajkdghdkjghda;kj

Dafne Keen is incredible the sheer amount of emotion she conveys just through her EYES and her mannerisms and how she’s so much like Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine but also so much her own person and all the different things she can convey just through wordless screaming and YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS IS ALL I HAVE EVER WANTED I’M BACK TO BEING A PRETEEN GIRL WATCHING SATURDAY MORNING CARTOONS IN THE BASEMENT AND ;ASHGJKASDHGKJDA

Also in the original story on X-Men Evolution, Laura was made by HYDRA and then in her first comic storyline she had these Winter Soldier-esque trigger words and basically she and Bucky need to hang out somehow

ALSO this girl looks exactly like cartoon X-23 come to life AND the movie even remembered that Laura canonically self-harms and just I just don’t have words for how happy this character in this film makes me

And now for some spoilers of things that bugged me below the cut

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The Little Things

Title: The Little Things

 Prompt: @thegreatficmaster Wolverine X reader fic. Male reader if u can. No real plot, just maybe fluffy him being sweet with me secretly.

 Summary: Mornings are always slow in the Xavier Mansion, but this morning seemed extra sweet.

 Warnings: Severe Amount of Fluff.  Mild Language.

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The sunlight slipped in between the curtains to give of gentle rays of light that teased over your skin, warming you and gently pulling you out of slumber and into the world of consciousness.  You gave a turn of your body and stretched as you sat up, smiling slightly as you yawned.

Thank God it’s Saturday.

You loved Saturday mornings, everyone slept in, it wasn’t as hectic, no classes you had to teach with twenty mutants at once.  Being a mutant yourself wasn’t so bad, but a lot of these kids just wouldn’t reign themselves in.  You don’t need to use your powers to study Math! Well…except for Claire, but she could visualize the problems for the other students so they could see a 3D representation…that one you let slide.

You groaned as you got to your bedroom door, looking down for a moment and silently debating.  Your black boxers stood out against your skin, and normally, you wouldn’t have any issues with just slipping down for a cup of coffee, but if Ororo (Storm) saw you like this…again…you may lose precious bits in a lightning strike.  

Which was more important…coffee quicker…or protecting your bits?

Bits won as you slipped on your robe and padded down the hallway to the elevator, clicking the button as you let it guide you to your destination.  Luckily, it was early enough that no one else was really up, except for a few of the other instructors and X-men who had morning training.

“Mornin’.” You grumbled as you stepped in, giving Kurt (Nightcrawler) a wave as you stepped up to the coffee pot.  

“You have already been served.”  Kurt spoke softly, gesturing to the table.  

Your sleep-filled brain took a moment to grasp what he was saying, only then turning to see a steaming cup of coffee already set for you, with your favorite creamer in it, as well as a small plate with two eggos on it.  Oh…  You smiled as you stepped up and put a finger down on the eggos to test the temperature.  Warm but not scalding.  Perfect!

“Do I have you to thank for this?”  

“Nope.” Kurt responded as he blue tail wrapped around his cup and lifted it to his mouth.  His hands were pre-occupied with the morning paper.  

“But I take it you know who did?”  

“Yes.”  

Seriously, getting information from this furry devil was like pulling teeth.  You sighed as you tore one of your precious eggos in half and waved it in front of his nose.  “I’ll share if you tell me.”  You said with a sing-song voice.  You had a feeling you already knew who left you this surprise, but you wanted conformation before you went to thank him.  

Cause you don’t just get cuddly with this man without reason…or you could end up a bit holey.

“Library,” Was all Kurt offered as the tip of his tail struck through the eggo, spearing it before gently bringing it to his mouth.

“You know, I hope you wash that tail of yours before you use it to eat.”  You grumbled at him as you left.  You munched on eggos as you gave a passing nod to a few other students who had woken by now.  What could he have planned for you in the library, you thought as you got close.  

The first thing that registered was some music, lightly playing.  It was some classical Bach, something that was great background music for reading…he wouldn’t…  He did! You step in and smile as you see a coaster sitting next to your favorite book, a blanket laying across the couch next to it.  

“Where are you?” You asked softly, knowing he could hear you from wherever he was.  “Not going to join me?”  You said as you wrapped yourself up in the blanket and got settled on the couch.  “Seems a shame to have to use this whole couch by myself.”  

“Then don’t.” A deep voice spoke next to you.  

You smiled as you turned and found your affectionate man taking a seat behind you. “Are those flowers?”

“For you.” He offered as he handed them over. You smiled as you looked at them…they seemed familiar, had you seen these before?  Huh…you put that question from your mind, however, when he hooked your chin with a thumb and gave you a gentle kiss.  

It stole your breath away, making your mind swim for a moment before settling.  You chuckled as you pressed your head against his.  “What did you break this time?”  You joked, knowing that Logan could be sweet all on his own, but this level indicated that there was some guilt behind it.  

“The blanket, it got…tangled…in my claws this morning.”  

You chuckled as you leaned against him, propping your feet up on the coffee table.  “I’ll get you a new one.”  

“I liked the old one.”

“Then don’t shred it.”  You offered light-heartedly, giving him another kiss.  Sure, it sounded like a big deal that he shredded a present you gave him, but you knew he still had nightmares, and he couldn’t always keep his claws retracted then…some blankets were bound to die.

“Thank you for everything, I loved it.”  You snuggled into his side as his arm wrapped around you, toying with your sleep-mused hair.

“Anytime.” He settled against you, relaxing and letting his eyes flutter shut.  It was perfect, a perfect start to a perfect morning.  You were wrapped up in your lover’s arms, your coffee and favorite breakfast, your favorite book and background music…

“WHO DESTROYED MY FLOWERS?!”  

Perfection destroyed.

Logan shot upright as he let out a soft growl.  “Shit.”  

“What?”  You looked back at your flowers and it clicked. Your eyes went wide as you fixed Logan with a glare.  “You took out Ororo’s (Storm’s) flowers?!”  

Sure enough, later that day you went for a walk outside, getting away from the shouting match between Ororo and Logan after she finally found him inside, you saw the flower bed, all perfectly cut down, probably by sharp claws.  Little green bits lay around, but all the beautiful blooms were gone…they were safely tucked away in a vase in your room.

You chuckled as you saw Logan storm out of the house.  He spotted and you and walked up, capturing your lips in a searing kiss before speaking.  “I’m going for a ride.  Be back soon.”  

You nodded, knowing he needed to vent off some energy after being scolded like a child. This was your life, in the Xavier Mansion, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.  


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Unfaithful : part two

Pre-apocalypse romance : Negan x Reader

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Once you finished your bath, you dried up your body and got dressed fast so you won’t keep Lucille and Negan waiting for you to have breakfast, and you couldn’t deny you were so eager to catch up with Lucille and get to know Negan better!
You opened the bathroom ’s door then headed downstairs, when you got closer to the kitchen you accidentally heard Lucille talking in an agressive tone to Negan, you slowed your pace, they didn’t hear your footsteps because you were wearing flipflops .
“I said we will talk about this later Negan! Not now! My niece is here and the last thing I wanna hear is your shitty excuses!! So back off!” Lucille hissed.
“You know, that’s why marriage is so goddamn hard! Because, you women make it fucking hell!!! You complicate every fucking shit!!!”
Negan seemed to be real angry and he tried to keep his voice down!!!
You felt completely nervous and confused, you were torn between going back to your room and waiting for them to finish their conversation and they’ll call for you eventually or walk in and interrupt them pretending that you didn’t hear anything, last thing you wanted is to get caught in the middle of a married couple drama!!!
After a little moment of struggle, you decided fast, you cleared your throat and before you walked in the kitchen, you coughed so they end their conversation which they did. You smiled at them and they smiled back.
“Feeling good?” Lucille blurted as she handed you a plate.
“Never felt better! You guys have a comfy bath tub!” You extended your hand and took the plate from Lucille then you took a seat next to her.
“I made your favorite breakfast! ”
“Uh.. thanks Lucille but I don’t eat pancakes anymore, just eggs and coffee, I’m on a diet! ”
“Are you fucking kidding me, you look great!” Negan interrupted chuckling before adding “you women are crazy! Seriously (y/n ), you look absolutely sexy, no need for fucking diets!!!”
You felt flattered, especially that you felt it wasn’t just some compliment that most guys say to women, you felt that Negan was honest and that ,for a reason you ignored , made you feel special. However, Lucille shot an annoyed look at Negan and it made you feel weird, so you changed the topic.
“So!!! Lucille, what did I miss?? What did you do all these years? You work?”
Lucille took a sip from her mug, then put it on the table and sighed while Negan stared at her smirking while eating his eggs.
“No! Negan refused the idea of me going out to work, he is old fashioned, he thinks that a man shouldn’t let his woman work and that his duty is to provide for me everything I need!” She narrowed her eyes at him in a funny way and both you and Negan chuckled.
“Damn fucking right!!! I’m the man of the fucking house, I get you whatever you fucking need, that’s why I’m between jobs, did you ever need something I couldn’t get for you dear wife?!!” He smiled as he rubbed his beard.
You couldn’t help but to admire him and his bluntness , men like him are rare these days, a man who provides for his woman and treating her like a princess! Not to mention he’s sexy , funny and speaks his mind. You’d do anything to have a man like that, your chest clenched once you remembered your ex and how mean and abusive he was to you!
“Negan works as a coach in a primary school and and he helps his cousin Jack in selling used cars after school, of course Jack pays him well . ”
Lucille ’s voice brought back from your thoughts.

You nodded with an “oh ” was shaped on your mouth as you continued eating.
“So college girl! What are your plans for the future?!” Negan asked.
“Um … I’m going to med school next year! ”
You replied.
Both Negan and Lucille seemed impressed.
“Atta girl! We’ll have a fucking doc in the family! Can’t wait to tell uncle Bernie, but that fucker is dead!” Negan giggled “ uncle Bernie always called me a loser when I was a kid, he said unless I became a fucking doctor in the future, I’m a shame to the family! ” He laughed out loud and almost chocked in his eggs.
His laughs were contagious and you laughed along with him .
Once the three of you finished your breakfast, Lucille stood up and started collecting plates, you intended to help her but she stopped you.
“No I got this!! I’ll clean this up sweetie! Negan , why don’t you take her to the garage and you two play ping pong , I’ll join you as soon as I finish this!”
Negan mumbled a “yes, sure” and headed outside, you followed him .

Once you two stepped inside the garage, Negan joked “I’m gonna show you how to play ping pong like a motherfucking pro!!! I had enough playing with the little fuckers from school, thank God it’s summer holiday!!! No more seeing them for a couple of months, phew!!”
He chuckled as he handed you a small bat and a ball.
“Ladies first!! Now play by the fucking rules, rules are important! You try not to let the ball fall off the table and as you bounce it back …”
“Negan! I know how this game is played!!!” You cut him off giggling.
Negan raised his brows.
“So you think you know how to fucking play ping pong?? it’s a sport by the way!”
“It’s easy and stupid! ” you said in a teasing and challenging way!!! And you could feel that he was triggered.
“Oh, that so?! Ok then little girl, lemme see what you fucking got!” Negan licked his lips and positioned himself on the other side of the table, prepared for you to hit the ball. You let the light ball bounce on the table and you hit it towards Negan who bounce it back to you , for a split second, you thought you can handle this stupid little ball, but you couldn’t and it fell off the table.
Negan chuckled as he threw his head back.
“Ha! Thought you said it’s stupid and easy!”
You grabbed the ball and hit it again.
More than ten minutes passed and you struggled to keep up with Negan, he was beating you in the easiest ways!!! He hardly made an effort, while you were a mess, you were sweating and panting from moving forward and backward, from trying to bounce the ball back with the little bat, and also from running and chasing the ball once it falls on the ground. Heat wasn’t helping too .your see-through shirt stick to your body because of the sweat, your cleavage was showing, you tugged strands of your hair behind your ears and wiped sweat from your forehead with your forearm. Negan couldn’t help but to stare, he couldn’t look away, his smirk fell off his face and his hazel eyes were burning and fixated on your cleavage, he didn’t realize that you noticed him staring, somehow you didn’t mind and you let him look, it wasn’t like you to let men especially married ones , stare at your body but for an unknown reason you made an exception for Negan. But then you felt ashamed for doing so, he was your aunt’s husband and it felt so trashy, so you pulled the collar of your shirt up , it was a desperate attempt to cover your cleavage because your sweat and the see-through fabric of the shirt weren’t helping much , Negan noticed that, he cleared his throat and looked away as he gulped .
“Uh..I feel so fucking thirsty .. you wanna drink something? Water? Lemonade? ” Negan said as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Lemonade is good! ” you replied fast.
Without looking at you, he nodded and left the garage to bring you lemonade. You muttered at yourself.
“Ugh! What was that (y/n)? ” you huffed.
You’re here for just a couple of hours and you already feel weird attraction towards your aunt’s husband! You never were a home wrecker! You were always a respected and loved gal. But you weren’t feeling stable the last couple of weeks, because of you breaking up with your ex boyfriend, you thought that spending the summer away from Texas will make you forget about the prick who turned your life into a living hell, but instead you felt attracted to a man who is not and never will be yours!!! You internally cursed yourself for having such thoughts! But you couldn’t blame or judge yourself for too long though, sexual tension is a normal thing , you don’t have to fuck every guy you feel attracted to. it’s not like you’re gonna fuck him or anything you thought! It’s just a harmless attraction and admiration, it would probably last just for a couple of hours and once you get to know Negan better it’d go away, it’s probably the first impressions impact. Yeah ,he’s charming and sexy but maybe he’s just another asshole! !!
You shook your head trying to get rid of these overwhelming ideas!
“Hey, here’s your lemonade!” Lucille said as she walked in, and extended the glass to you . Negan wasn’t with her but you couldn’t dare to ask.
“How was playing ping pong with Negan? ” Lucille added.
“Tiring and hard!” You smiled as you pointed to your shirt.
“You’re gonna need another shower !” Lucille laughed .
“Looks like it!!!” You took a sip from your lemonade and then headed out of the garage, Lucille followed you out, you two saw Negan getting in the car.
“Where you going, Negan! ” Lucille asked curiosly
“Uh.. to work, Jack called! See you later ladies!”
Negan stepped on the gas and drove a little faster than he’s supposed to, Lucille murmured a doubtful “yeah right!”
You didn’t know what was that all about, it’s true you didn’t even spend a whole day with them yet but there was definitely something wrong between Lucille and Negan, you wanted to ask her about her marriage but you decided against it! It wasn’t your business and if there’s something that Lucille wants to tell you, she will eventually. So you kept your mouth shut and headed to the bathroom for another shower.

You spent the rest of the day with Lucille, catching up and telling stories to each other , some of them are funny, but neither of you spoke about Lucille ’s marriage and her relationship with Negan or about your miserable love life, you kept talking about casual topics and recalled memories of your childhood.
You and Lucille had lunch and dinner together, alone with no sign of Negan. Lucille pretended to ignore his absence and you genuinely thought he’s caught in work in the beginning , but it’s too dark to be working, even used cars salesmen don’t work late, and it was already 10 pm.
“Lucille, I wish I could stay up but I’m tired today and I need to go to bed if it’s ok with you!” You blurted yawning.
“Sure thing sweetie, I gotta go to bed too! Feeling a little dizzy today, tomorrow we’ll go to the lake and have fun!”
“Oh! Ok then , sounds good to me!” You smiled.
Both of you got off the couch and went upstairs. Lucille opened the door to her bedroom then turned to you and said.
“Good night sweetie! ”
“Good night Lucille! ”
You continued your path to your bedroom, once you’re in you took off your dress and tossed it away then you threw yourself on the bed and in no time you fell asleep.

You were having a good night sleep when a sound of a door being slammed woke you up! Your eyes flew open and you sat on the bed so fast, the sound startled you. You heard loud voices, they were Lucille and Negan’s but you couldn’t figure what they were saying, Negan’s voice was coming from outside the house, curiosity made you get off the bed and without turning the lights on you leaned your head to the wall to listen to what they were talking or better yet fighting about, but voices were still unclear so you moved the curtains and peeked through your window as you slightly opened it.
“God fucking damn it Lucille, open the fucking door!!!” Negan shouted.
“Lower your voice Negan and fuck off, go back to your whore!” Lucille ’s voice was lower than Negan’s, she locked him outside, and he was standing in the front porch.
“Come on baby! Let’s fucking talk about this!! ” Negan was less mad this time .
“No! We talked about this many times, now let me sleep and fuck off!” Lucille hissed.
“Baby you’re gonna let me fucking sleep in the godamn street? It’s 2 am! Where am I supposed to fucking go? open the door before our fucking neighbors call the police!”
Lucille ignored him, and he could hear her footsteps going upstairs and once he didn’t get a reply, he kicked the door once after he let out a string of curses then he walked towards the car, your eyes kept following his steps.
And as if he felt that someone was watching him he turned around to look up and he saw you peeking through the window not to mention that you were only wearing your lace panties and matching bra ,it’s true that your lights were off but it was full moon and you were certain he saw your bra, you gasped and took few steps back as you covered your chest with both of your hands. You breathed hard and bit harder on your lip. Your subconscious was urging you to get back to sleep, after all this isn’t your business but you decided otherwise and you wanted to see if Negan was still standing there or he just left, so this time you turned your lights on and opened the window completely. You placed both your palms on the frame of the window and looked down to see Negan was still there, but this time he was sitting on the driver’s seat of his car , you could see a little red dot and fumes , he was smoking. You got closer to the window till your abdomen was stick to the wall, and you gave him a better look to your bra and shape, you could see the way he was staring at you. He was definitely admiring what he was seeing.
You didn’t understand why you were doing this, why you became so trashy all of the sudden around him but you blamed it on him, why did he have to be so damn sexy ! You broke up with your ex a couple of months ago , it was painful and stressful and you needed something to occupy your brain with. ‘You didn’t find anything better than seducing your aunt’s husband you little whore and you just got here!! ’ you thought to yourself , his eyes were eating you out, you sighed then you grabbed the curtains and enclosed them. Then You headed to your bed and got under the silky covers, you screw your eyes shut as you tightly gathered your thighs together . You couldn’t sleep that night and neither could Negan or Lucille.

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Bang Bang! (Ch.3)

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton X Reader

Summary: Games of Thrones/ A Song of Ice and Fire Modern AU

[This will not be a ‘kid-friendly’ fic. There will be violence, sex, and use of drugs and alcohol in this fic.]

The Red Wedding happened a week ago. Your boss, Petyr, insists on celebrating the men who “won” this victory, the Red Kings, an assassination group run by the sour-looking Roose Bolton. You, one of Petyr’s favorites, is tasked to find out more about these Red Kings. Who are they? Who are their clients? Who is next?You’re very good at what you do until you meet him. What do you do? Girls like you can’t fall in love. Does the Pretty Bird fly away with him? Or does she ruin the Bloody Bastard and everything he has?

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Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11108982/chapters/25151103

The afternoon sun peeked through your curtains. You could care less. You nursed half a hangover, and you didn’t care to see any of the Red Kings leave. The backlight of your cell phone lit up your face under the covers. A tone played, and you saw the notification.

Boss Man:  [Come to my office at your convenience.]

One advantage of living in the same place you worked is all you had to do is walk to Petyr’s office. Your feet made it to the floor. You slipped on a simple pair of jeans and kept your bedhead hair the way it was.

On your lonesome walk to Petyr’s office, you heard and saw no signs of the Red Kings anywhere. You mentally thanked the maids who worked here; also mentally noting all the girls should pitch in for a nice gift for them.

“(Y/N)!” Ros said behind you. She held two to-go cups in her hand. She looked so much more professional than you did. She had on a pencil skirt with a cute white blouse.

“Seriously?” you said, gesturing to yourself.

“Oh stop. I only look like this because Peytr had me run errands. Here, take your tea while it’s hot,” Ros handed you your cup. You hummed and took a sip of the perfectly-warm tea.

“You’re too good to me,” you said.

“You’re my best friend, it’s in our contract,” Ros replied. Both of you entered the office. Petyr kept his personal office too neat. His office could be mistaken for an IKEA model. Obscure sex decorations, computer and keyboard dust free, and an air refresher plugged in an outlet letting out a lavender scent.

“Good afternoon girls,” he greeted without looking away from his computer. Ros and you took the two seats in front of his wooden desk. You drank more of the tea. The headache slowly faded away.

“I assume that’s an email for Cersei?” Ros questioned. “She told me before I left that she would be emailing you of her concerns.”

“It is,” Petyr said. “I’m finishing it up now.” With a few more clicks and a satisfied tap on Enter, Petyr faced you both. Ros went first.

“Last night I spent the better part of my evening with the Red King, Logan Cerwyn. He was not one of their top assassins, but he revealed a lot to me.”

“And?” Petyr said.

“They have a waitlist. A list of people that are going to die. The Red Kings get a client, they get a name, and they put the name on the list. Once the name is crossed off, they get paid.” Ros explained.

“Did you happen to get any of those names? Or when they are going to die?”

“No. Like I said, he was one of the low-ranking men. He does as he is told,” Ros went on, leaning forward. “His next assignment is watching over the Greyjoys. He is being sent to the east coast to spy on them.”

“The Greyjoys? Interesting. What about you, (Y/N)?” Petyr asked you. This was it. You could tell him what happened with Ramsay. You remembered what happened in the bathroom. You could still smell his cologne. “As I remember, I sent you with Ramsay to clean him up.”

“He killed three member of the Freys,” you said.

“Three?” Petyr mouthed. He sat back, eyebrows knitted together. “It was his assignment then.”

“No,” you responded, shaking your head. “He just did it. Nobody told him to do it. He just killed them. He wanted to. He said it was exciting.” Silence took over the room. Ros looked down. Petyr folded his hands.

“This is what he told you?”

“Yes,” you said. Petyr looked you over.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you said. Ros shot you a look. You both knew you weren’t telling the whole truth. “I did speak with Roose’s other son, Dom. He doesn’t do much of the field work, but he told me about the waitlist too.”

“What do you know of the waitlist?”

“Same things as Ros, but Dom is in charge of it. He maintains the list, and gives the assignments. However, he told me if Roose owed a favor or they were paid extra, then that particular name could be moved up the list.” You told Petyr. He smiled, tracing his thumb across his bottom lip. Something was cooking in his head.

“Thank you girls,” he back to his computer. “Both of you go get ready for tonight. Your regulars are expecting you.” Ros and you walked out of the office. She tugged at you and pulled you close.

“Why didn’t you tell him? Why didn’t you say Ramsay threatened you?” Ros asked.

“I don’t know. I guess it just wasn’t important,” you shrugged. “He didn’t actually hurt me. It’s fine.” Ros was right. You should have told Petyr. But was Ramsay a real threat? He never hurt you. If anything, you were the one to threaten him. You were the one to hold a knife to his throat.

You shook your head. It was best to forget it all. You were never going to see Ramsay again. Petyr’s affairs were his own. You never questioned or asked about them; it didn’t concern you. As long as you had a warm bed, food, and a bit of fun, everything was fine.

Later that evening, you waited in your bedroom. Several pillows decorated your bed along with numerous candles. You sat at a dinner table with fruits, chocolate, and champagne. Everything was ready for him. Your heels clicked at the floor as you scrolled through your phone. You heard a Lorde tone play over your phone.

Rossy: [I always feel like Walder Frey’s actual sons are pity fucks, don’t you?]

You chuckled at her text.

You: [It could always be worse.]

Rossy: [You’re right. It could be. I could sleeping with Cersei’s son.]

You: [Rich boys always tip well. Joffery could be a good fuck.]

Rossy: [I doubt it. I heard he threw a tantrum at Mar a Lago. What kind of a man throws a tantrum over golf and knows how to fuck well?]

You heard footsteps coming closer to your door.

You: [You’re right. I g2g. The Banker is here. Ugh. I might cringe.]

Rossy: [Good luck.]

The door opened to Olyvar, one of the homosexual birds here. He was blonde-haired, blue-eyed with a lean body. He looked like a Greek statue and a Dorian Gray painting wrapped into one man. He stepped into the room with another man behind him.

“Evening, (Y/N),” he smiled at you. Olyvar was another one of Petyr’s favorites. He was one of two male favorites. “Mr. Kress is here.”

Matthew Kress was a loan officer at a bank. He had a wife and his wife’s dogs. He enjoyed a juicy steak now and again. He disliked tardiness, interruptions, and sharing. He laundered money for his own gain, and he was one of your regulars. He walked in and sat down at the table. He had no bags under his eyes, and his fat hands grabbed at the chocolate first.

“Good evening, Mr. Kress,” you greeted. “How was your day?”

“Same old,” he said very kindly. He reached for your hand across the table and you let him hold it. “You remember Patrick, my new PA?”

You nodded. Olyvar closed the door behind him. Two guards were posted at your door. Once he left, you two were left alone.

“He screwed up my meetings again. I almost didn’t come here tonight,” he explained. You gasped.

“What?” you said sarcastically. You rubbed his hands with your fingers. “What happened?”

“He mixed up the days. He had on my schedule that I was supposed to see you yesterday, not today. Tonight, he scheduled a business dinner with a client.”

“What a disaster,” you said softly. “But you’re here now.”

“Yes, I’m here now,” his voice was filled with phlegm and mucus. He adjusted his glasses and scratched the top of his comb-over. You rubbed your finger in circles on his hand.

“Would you like a drink?” you poured him and yourself a glass of the champagne. He took the glass and toasted with yours. You watched him drink it all and his eyes flutter. He slouched in his seat. You stood up and went behind him. Your hands gripped and massaged his shoulders. He moaned in response.

“Every day I want to thank God for you, (Y/N),” Kress said. “You’re so good. You’re so, so good.”

“I try my best,” you smiled. You watched your relaxing influence take over him. As if every time you exhaled, he inhaled your energy.

Suddenly, you heard some shouting and banging outside your door. Kress’ eyes shot open. He sat up in the chair. Both of you listened carefully. There was more banging and a final thud. You felt yourself back away from the door and reach for your nightstand where a dagger was. The door opened.

“Hello again,” Ramsay greeted smiling.

“Who are you?” Kress yelled.

“Does it matter?” Ramsay said. “I’m not here for you. I’m here for her.” Ramsay smiled your way and winked.

“Is this a joke?” Kress yelled. “What is this?” You rushed to Mr. Kress.

“Yes, it’s a joke. It’s nothing. Why don’t you sit down, Mr. Kress? I will be right back.”

“No, you won’t. You are staying right here. I want security,” he demanded. Ramsay laughed out loud.

“You want security? I just knocked them out,” Ramsay kept laughing.

“Boy, I can have you escorted and banned from this establishment,” Kress threatened. Ramsay stopped laughing. He stepped closer to Mr. Kress, closing the space between them. Ramsay’s knife made its way onto Mr. Kress’ gut.

“I wouldn’t make empty threats against me if I were you,” he said lowly.

“I don’t make empty threats,” Mr. Kress said.

“Prove it,” Ramsay grabbed Mr. Kress by his collar and threw him out the door. Mr. Kress fell on his knees outside your room. Ramsay closed and locked the door behind him. Soon, you heard Mr. Kress kicking and hitting the door.

“Ramsay, what are you—

“I wanted to say hello,” he said. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I drop by, but I can see that you are occupied.” He gestured to Mr. Kress outside.

“You’re going to get me into trouble. You have to go.”

“Go? I just got here,” Ramsay made himself at home grabbing a strawberry and collapsing on your bed. “I think I’ll stay. Besides, isn’t that your job? To make me feel ‘at home’?”

“Yes. I mean, no. Not you,” you scrambled. “Please Ramsay I could get into really big trouble if Petyr finds out.”

“Finds out about what?” Ramsay teased.

You heard he door open to Petyr, three guards, and Mr. Kress. All of them staring at Ramsay.

“Mr. Bolton,” Petyr greeted. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You disturbed my guests and assaulted my security team.” You watched Ramsay smile with mischief again. You rushed over to him.

“If you leave now, I’ll make it worth your while. I promise,” you whispered into his ear. Mr. Kress narrowed his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Bolton is just a friend, Mr. Kress,” you turned back to Ramsay. “Wait around for another forty minutes and I’ll be outside by the side door. Just do as Petyr says.” Ramsay smiled at you.

“I’ll go. You don’t need to escort me,” Ramsay put his hands above his head. He took one last look at you before he left. Petyr watched every move of his before leaving. You were going to have to explain yourself.

After forty-five minutes of complaining and massages, Mr. Kress left in a huff. You rushed outside and found Ramsay leaning against his car, a black Lamborghini. He bit his lip.

“You’re late,” he said.

“Mr. Kress wasn’t too happy. He was under the impression that we were more than friends. I had to assure him that we are only friends.” Ramsay hummed.

“Friends? So we’re friends now?” Ramsay said. You wanted to laugh, but you held yourself back.

“What did you want?”

“I wanted to see you. Didn’t I make that obvious?”

“Yes, you did. A little bit obvious,” you smiled. “But so soon?” Your eyes met Ramsay’s.

“I guess I missed you,” Ramsay admitted. “As a friend, I mean. What about you? You said you would make it up to me.” He was close to you again. You smell the same cologne from the night before.

“May I see your phone?” Ramsay handed over his cell to you. You typed in your number and handed it back to him.

“There, now you can tell me hello whenever you want. Happy?” You waited for a response. Ramsay started to type away at his phone, and you heard a tone go off.

“There, now I’m happy,” he said.

“I have to go back inside. Message me ok?” you said walking away. You looked back over your shoulder to see Ramsay get in his car. You heard another tone on your phone.

[Unsaved Number] : I’m going to see you again. Next time, I won’t cause a fuss. Goodnight, little bird.

Aya's Hank McCoy/Alex Summers Fic Rec Starter Kit

The pairing is Alex Summers/ Hank McCoy (also known as Havok and Beast, respectively) from the movie X-Men First Class. This was written because I am in love with this pairing. Like literally, Cherik is good and all that but Hank/Alex? Stole my heart. I had to do a fic rec kit for them. All of the fics listed here are just so, so good and fully complete and just brilliant really. This kit is also a companion fic rec starter kit to my 00QJohnlock, MerthurJercy, Percico+Jaisco, SpiderflashSpirk, FrostIron, Larry Stylinson and Gallavich ones. All fics are below the cut and I hope you guys enjoy it. Happy reading guys!

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Girls Night 5: When the Boys Join Girls Night

Originally posted by aboookthing

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Ever since I started dating Bucky, Natasha started dating Sam and Wanda had whatever she had with Vision, we haven’t been spending as much time together on girls night like we usually did. So instead we thought that tonight we’d let the guys join in on the fun. Therefore, we were currently all on Tony’s couch with me sat between Bucky and Pietro (who kept doing things to my like wrapping an arm around me to annoy Bucky), and the rest of the Avengers.

“So what do you guys talk about during your girls night?” Clint asks curiously.

“Mainly talk. Bitch about men while we drink wine.” I shrug casually.

“And gossip.” Wanda pipes up.

“Oh, and watching movies and shows with our favorite actors in them.” She says referring to Sebastian Stan, Michael Fassbender, Evan Peters and Chris Evans.

“What do you guys ‘bitch’ about?” Sam chuckles using air quotes around the word bitch.

“Like how guys say we’re complicated, but you guys are confusing as hell!” I explain and the girls all agree, naturally causing the guys to protest.

“We’re the easiest to figure out. What’s there to not understand?” Tony retorts.

“Well let’s see… not wanting to talk about your emotions.” I start off.

“Not admitting if you’re ever insecure about something and then get pissy if we unknowingly mention something that offends you.” Natasha continues.

“Or when you are in a pissy mood, rather than letting it out in a healthy way you either just get angry or brood.” Wanda finishes.

“Like what’s the point in all that?” I ask, no one in particular.

“They do have a point.” T’Challa agrees, nodding his head while Tony looks at him betrayed.

“But the most fun part of girls night is Fuck, Marry, Kill.” I say with a smile.

“What?” Poor Steve, Pietro, Vision, T’Challa and Bucky looked so confused.

“You’re given three people and you have to decide who you’d kill, marry or fuck.” Clint explains, surprising everyone.

“What? Guys sometimes play it too…”He trails off.

“Anyway. Me and y/n will show you. We make it more interesting by answering why though.” Nat says with a smirk, scaring me because I know she’s going to find some way to embarrass me.

“Hit me.” I say confidently, looking her directly in the eye and hoping my fear isn’t sensed by her.

“Clint, Steve, and Bucky.” She says simply and I glare at her as the three guys wait for my answer.

“Shit. I guess I’d fuck Bucky since well I already have,” Bucky smirks, while the rest of the guys either look disgusted or uncomfortable, “I’d marry Clint because he’s the only one out of him and Steve that I feel that could tolerate me for the rest of their life.”

“You don’t really think that do you, y/n?” Steve asks a little hurt.

Gee thanks Natasha.

“Don’t take it too seriously, Steve. It’s just that I think Clint is more patient with me and would be okay with me being really independent and being reckless from time to time.” I answer and then glare at Natasha since she put me in this position.

Steve looked as though he could understand what I was talking about but still didn’t care for the game.

“I want to try.” Pietro speaks up with a gleam in his eye.

I already have a bad feeling about this.

“Okay kid. y/n, me and Sharon.” Natasha says and Sam mutters ‘choose carefully’.

“Damn. Guess I’d kill off Sharon since she doesn’t like me anyway. Maybe I’d fuck Natasha since I want to marry y/n.” He says looking directly at Bucky while kissing my cheek.

The room is filled with ‘oh’s and ‘ooh’s while Bucky glares at Pietro who continues to smirk.

The room then suddenly silences as we wonder what’s going to happen next. Rather than lunging at the guy, Bucky picks me up bridal style.

“Is that so kid? Cos y/n knows just who she belongs to. And she’ll be screaming  my name all night long if you need a reminder.” Bucky drawls, turning on his heel and leaving the room with me dying of embarrassment in his arms.

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Hey, Stitchers fandom!

Seeing as we’re about six days from the finale and the imminent (but hopefully not permanent) hiatus, I figured I’d give everyone a recommendation to get you through to the next season of Stitchers. 

You want a well-written, hilarious, heartbreaking sci fi show that has incredible plotlines and characters so well-developed you’d think they were real? Then definitely check out Warehouse 13. It’s got the same “ragtag group of nobodies come together to make a family” vibe, lots of banter and sass, and some moments even more sad than Cameron’s death (yes, that’s actually possible - Warehouse 13 does not mess around when it comes to sad episodes). 

The premise of the show: A secret government organization (sound familiar yet?) has a warehouse in South Dakota that houses dangerous artifacts that have incredible abilities. Agents at the warehouse are tasked with finding these artifacts and bringing them to the Warehouse before they can hurt anyone. Every episode is an adventure, and there are always little jokes, lines, or sarcastic comments that are bound to make you smile. 

A quick list of reasons to watch Warehouse 13: 

  • has two POC female characters that are badass and essentially run everything (ones runs the warehouse and one owns the B&B that houses the agents
  • has a mentally ill teen that was in foster care and abused in the past but gets a redemption arc and ends up being part of the agents/the warehouse’s resident tech person
  • has a Russian Jew as the head agents of the warehouse 
  • has a gay Buddist who defies the stereotypes of both what gay men are like and what Buddists are like
  • there’s so much friendship and family bonding it’s unreal (and so heartwarming to see)
  • each character gets their own development arcs and plotlines, whether they’re side characters or one of the two leads
  • the show touches on all sorts of important things, like mental illness, discrimination, the foster care system and abuse, different religions, disabilities, sexism, and so much more
  • it’s such a good mix of seriousness and lighthearted jokes, sometimes all at once
  • there are five decent sized seasons, and the show was cancelled but given a chance to wrap up all the loose plotlines in a way that’s actually satisfying
  • there are more female characters than male, and they’re all in lead or supporting roles (such a rare things even now) 

Not convinced? Below the cut are lots of gifs, quotes, and even more reasons why Warehouse 13 should definitely be a show you all try out during hiatus. 

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Heaven (Jason Todd x Reader)

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A/N: This song just kinda reminds me of j. by the way its by The Talking Heads. Also I haven’t written for Jason in.. jesus. A long time. Hope you like it :-)

WARNINGS: alcohol, kind of sad??, cursing, sex implication

Everyone is trying to get to the bar.
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.
The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.
They play it once again, they play it all night long.

It was odd. Everything in the world seemed a little bit brighter and everyone seemed a little happier. Nothing too different, but.. odd. There were fewer cracks in the street that Jason no longer needed to step over due to his hidden belief in superstition. His eyes squinted. He kicked a rock and it fell perfectly where he wanted it too. He lifted his head into the slow dimming sun and to the left where his favorite bar stood from the time he was a kid. Heaven’s bar and grill, since the prohibition ended in 1933. The door opened seamlessly, no drunken men getting kicked out to bump into him, nor any blatant smell of cigars. Just cheap beer and the chatter of the regulars. “Evenin’, Jason-” the bartender, his favorite bartender, waved at him, cleaning a glass with a past dirtied rag. He raised his hand in a silent hello before sitting his the usual barstool, his butt shape practically imprinted in its cushion. “What can I get for ya tonight?” he grinned, wiping his hands on his apron as he set down the glass to fill for Jason. “Draft.” he stated as routine, half-offended the tender had to even ask. “Hey, my buddy Jason Todd!” his ears perked at the sound of another voice, overbearing the music and the crowd’s murmur. “Hey, this is my best friend. All of his drinks are on me, alright?” the red-head sat beside him and Jason felt a small smile creep on his lips. “Roy.” he paused before speaking, the words flowing through his lips like music. They chatted for a few odd moments before Roy interrupted him. “You hear this song? They’ve been playing it all goddamned night. I’m starting to think it’s the only one they know.” he scoffed, taking another gulp from his glass. Jason looked over to the four-man band and he continued to smile. It was his favorite song.

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Once a Year.

How could she be able to keep his location a secret for so long?

It had been 10 years since Kogami left.

It was really irking Ginoza Nobichika to no end that his former partner wouldn’t tell him where his best friend was.

She would leave for a few days every year, off to wherever Kogami was. They would spend alone time and -ahem- reconnect with each other after their time apart.

No one really suspected anything until she came back after the second year they had started to meet up. They had been careless. Akane was pregnant, and she had no explanation of who the father of the child could be.

Of course Gino knew. It was too obvious to him. Yayoi stayed out of it because she knew it was none of her business what her boss did on her days off. Mika had been a little overwhelmed taking control of Division One during Akane’s maternal leave. But in the end, they made it through. A baby girl named Ayaka made her way in to the world and things began to settle down.

Akane still took time off to go and meet up with Kogami on her own. She would leave her daughter with the only person she knew she could trust, and come back home as if she had just taken a business trip. Inspector Tsunemori only admitted what she had been doing after she had become pregnant again. Gino was livid, but he promised not to tell anyone.

Everything was fine for a while after she had her son, Shou. They grew up as well as any child could coming in and out of the department on a daily basis. Ayaka had a really sharp mind because of it.

Kogami was definitely aware of the fact that he was a father, and after Shou was born he and Akane agreed that they would be extra careful from then on.

Ayaka and Shou had never met their father, and it wasn’t until Shou had turned five that he asked about him for real. Eight year old Ayaka had already heard about him from the times she asked her mother and Uncle Gino about where he was. She was used to it just being the three of them.

They were sitting down eating dinner one night when Shou spoke up.

“Mama, did you know that babies are made because mommies and daddies love each other?”

“Yes, sweetie, I did.” Akane nodded as she took a bite of her food.

“So, you and my daddy love each other, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Then why don’t me and sis have a little brother?”

Akane began to choke at this question. After coughing it out and regaining her composure, she turned to her son.

“Shou… Where is all of this coming from?”

Shou sighed and looked seriously at his mother with the same gray eyes his father passed on to him.

“My friend from school said that his mama and daddy are going to have a new baby. He said that it’s because his daddy lives with them that they love each other. He also said that my daddy doesn’t love me as much as his daddy loves him because my daddy doesn’t live with us.”

“Oh, Shou.” Akane smiled and ruffled the small boy’s brown hair. “Your daddy loves us. He’s just got a lot of busy work that he has to do to save the world. That’s why he doesn’t come home.”

“But how was Shou made, mama?” Ayaka asked after quietly observing their conversation.

“Well… When a mommy and a daddy love each other a lot they-”

“Because my friend said that her mommy and daddy had sex.”

Akane gaped at her eight year old daughter, surprised at the words that she spoke.

“Well, it’s true, right?” She looked up, giving her a serious look.

“What’s sex?” Shou asked his big sister.

“Hey, Shou… Why don’t you go and check to make sure Uncle Gino has had dinner?”

“Okay, mama!” He grinned, forgetting his question, and went to go and call his favorite babysitter.

“Ayaka… Do you know what sex is?” Akane carefully made her voice sound steady as she asked her question.

“It’s when a mama and a papa get naked and wrestle each other around until they get tired.” Ayaka answered, sounding annoyed. “You know that, mama. You and papa do it when you see each other.”

Akane’s face became red from embarrassment. How did her daughter know this much?

“At least, that’s what I heard miss Karanomori talking about. She was using words that I didn’t know, though.” She casually took a sip of her water. “So, I asked Uncle Gino.”

“And what did he tell you?”

“The same crap you were going to say.”
She answered in the same blunt way that Kogami would have. “So, I asked my friend in grade three what it meant. She showed me some pictures she found on her tablet and told me.”

“Uh huh… So is there anything else your friend told you?”

“The tooth fairy isn’t real.” Ayaka looked at her mother and stood. “I’m still asking about Santa, but no one knows the truth about that fat man.”

Akane pursed her lips together, trying not to laugh at the seriousness in her child’s voice that reminded her so much of her lover.

“Do YOU know the truth?” She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.

“Sybil never catches him on the scanners or anything, but I hear his Psychopass is clearer than anyone I know of.” Akane said. “But we still need to get more evidence.”

“I’ll get it…” Ayaka quietly said to herself, not knowing Akane heard her. She turned and walked away, deep in thought, and left the sex talk with her mother. She had more important things to research.

Later that night, Kogami called Akane.

“Inspector Tsunemori here.” She answered like normal.

“Hey you.”

“Oh. Hey.” Akane answered, looking around to make sure that the kids were sound asleep. She quietly slipped out of the room so she and her former subordinate could speak more freely.

“What are you wearing?” Kogami joked, causing Akane to laugh.

“I miss that laugh.” His gruff voice spoke on the other end of their connection.

“We all miss you…” Akane whispered.

There was a long silence before Kogami spoke again.

“So… How are the kids?”

“We had quite an interesting conversation tonight, actually.” Akane chuckled to herself, going back to what her daughter had said.

“Oh? What about?”

“Well, our son asked about babies being made.”

“No way!” Kogami laughed. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t have time to really say anything. Aya started talking about sex.”

“… What?”

“She said that she had heard Shion talking about us having sex. So she had done research and asked Gino, who gave her an answer she wouldn’t accept.” Akane explained.

“And…?”

“She asked an older friend at school, who happened to have pictures.”

“Ugh. Oh god.” Kogami sighed. “So, what did you do?”

“I asked her about it… And all she really knows is that you get naked and wrestle around.”

Kogami began to laugh. “I was afraid you were going to say that she actually knew what an org-“

“Kogami!” Akane cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah.” He snickered. “You were saying.”

“Anyway… I think we have a future inspector on our hands.”

“Oh really?”

“She’s as relentless as you. She won’t stop looking until she gets an answer.”

“That sounds like you. You found me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… I guess so.”

“Don’t give me all of the credit, Akane. You’re doing such a damn good job raising our kids.” Kogami reassured her. “I promise I will find my way around the System so I can be with you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I have to go now. I’ll talk to you soon. Don’t go wrestling naked men unless they’re me, Inspector.” He chuckled.

“Very funny.” Akane rolled her eyes.

“Hey… It’s midnight.” Kogami noted. “We get to see each other sooner this year, so try to hold on a little longer.”

“You’re right.” Akane smiled to herself. “Happy new year, Shinya.”

“Happy new year, Akane.”

(A/N: Shoot me. I’m terrible!!)