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DAUGHTER LESSONS | a joel miller oneshot

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summary: would it kill joel to just touch you?

warnings: established relationship, infidelity, jackson-era, no mention of age, angst

author's note: so... i have been disgustingly obsessed with COWBOY CARTER (duh! i have taste) and have fixated on the duality of daddy lessons and DAUGHTER, which thereby produced this lovechild of the two. you guys know i love me some religious imagery and angst...

Nothing could’ve confined you to a pew in your youth.

Your knees had breathed a sigh of relief at the absence of a blood-red kneeler when you were granted Sunday morning autonomy. Only your grandmother’s morbid prophecies of watching mass from above this time next year herded you between the rows of wooden benches at Easter and Christmas.

Maybe it was her you were trying to reach; chin tipped to the ceiling as if you would be overcome with the smell of potpourri and Irish coffee, heart flooded with all the right answers.

Still, nothing good came. 

“Didn’t expect t’find you in here.” His familiar drawl pricks at the hairs on your neck. 

“I was trying out solitude.” 

Joel had always moved with surprising stealth for someone of his build, but nothing he did these days surprised you anymore.

You had given him everything since meeting shortly after his and Ellie’s arrival in Jackson. It hadn’t taken long for you to witness his undoing. 

But this time, Joel doesn’t move. 

Rather, he stands in the middle of the aisle taking in the sight of you on your knees four rows ahead and to his left. Your hands are clasped so tightly together he can see the whites of your knuckles from this far back. 

Joel knows the back of your head more intimately than he probably should.

You have a habit of turning away from him in bed at night the second you were overcome by the smallest amount of fatigue.

Too damn hot you would mumble from your tenure of the mattress. And he can’t say he minded too much.

Often, he would reach a hand to your hair spilling across the pillow onto his side before regaining sense and propping the hand underneath his head instead.

During your waking hours, languidly reciting the steps of your morning routine around his small kitchen, he feels the want to touch you.

He wants to smooth down the hair that always bobbled around the raised birthmark on your scalp. He wants to feel your cheek against the knuckle of his right index finger. He wants to take the coffee cup from your hands and engulf them in the warmth of his instead. 

“She’s not here.” You mumble, so quietly that he’s not sure if that’s what you’ve actually said.

“Who?” He braves, wiping his sweating palms on the sleeves of his flannel shirt.

You respond with a scoff, confirming his hypothesis. 

Of course she isn’t here. You both know very well that she isn’t here. 

When Tommy had first introduced the two of you, he’d cornered Joel at the bar while ordering their third, or maybe fourth, round of drinks.

“She’s a good woman, Joel.” 

“I’m figuring that out just fine.” He’d smirked, taking a preliminary sip of his beer before glancing back at you. Your elbows were perched on the wooden table, chin resting on your palms as you exchanged low-looks and snickers with Maria sat across from you. 

“No, you don’t get it. She’s good. She’s kind. Her daddy’s the pastor here.”

“Not settin’ me up with a Bible basher are you, little brother? She gon’ make me wait until I give her a ring?” 

He’d felt like an ass as soon as he’d opened his mouth, which was made worse by Tommy’s unchanging expression. He didn’t look irate or tired of Joel’s age-old shit – the face behind his warning was unwaveringly sincere.

“Just don’t hurt her.” 

And in that moment, Joel couldn’t fathom anything as desacrating as hurting you. He had returned Tommy’s solemnity with a nod and carried your drinks back to your table; the remainder of the night blurring into the rest of his life.

He hadn’t fallen in love with you that night. Joel is stubborn in love, and it took months of langorous warmth to thaw his roughness. 

You didn’t make him wait for a ring.

Nights spent in symphony with one another were the only moments Joel could bring himself to touch you. There, he knew how to work his hands, his tongue, his hips. Not once would he hesitate in reaching out to smooth a thumb across your forehead. He moved like a river, flowing into your body in desperation to meet the ocean. 

And you wondered if he did it on purpose, or if he knew that he was doing it at all. Passing him in the intimacy of his home or the vastness of the food hall, you were only ever hungry for his skin against yours. 

Slowly, you crept into his skin through his pores. You made his days sweeter and smoother wherever and however you could, hoping perhaps one evening his fingers would brush yours as you set a plate on the table before him.

But here you rise, swallowed in the rosy light of dawn with damp cheeks and all faith robbed from your chest.

“I can’t do this here, Joel.” You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and attempt to put as much distance between the two of you as you pass him in the aisle.

“Then don’t. Come home.”

For a second he debates reaching out to you, wrapping you in his arms and letting you beat against his chest as your body racks with sobs. But the moment soon escapes him and he’s following you into the morning air.

“I buried my home a week ago.” You spoke flatly, bones void of any remnants of anger or fight. “You know what my daddy told me before he died?” 

He thinks he does. Moreso, he can hazard a guess. 

Nevertheless, he can’t quite seem to find his voice as you bring yourself to a halt. The morning sun peeks between the buildings behind you.

“Told me one day you’d play me for a fool. And look at me now.” You shook with breathy laughter. “He’s in the ground and there’s another woman keeping the man I love’s bed warm.���

Jackson would soon be rising with the sun. It had almost been a full day since you’d come home from patrol an hour earlier than Joel expected.

In truth, it hadn’t been the clothes strewn over kitchen chairs and draped over the bannisters. Not even the warm smell of salt and latex that hit you before you’d opened the bedroom door.

Joel’s fingers grazed the small of her back, tracing lazy shapes up and down her spine. Your stomach tightened into a small fist, losing all composure you had truly tried to maintain in your ascent up to the bedroom.

You had never even really been one to fight. Your father had taught you to handle yourself, and you’d learnt what was necessary to survive in the new world. 

Really, you wanted to pollute the skin beneath Joel’s touch. You wanted for him to never touch anything beautiful again; to never grasp at cold cotton sheets in the middle of the night; to never feel the slow threat of rain tapping against his skin.

Life began to creep in around the two of you. Ellie and Tommy would soon come looking for Joel to set off on morning patrol.

“One day, Joel, someone is going to give you exactly what you deserve. And I pray to God that I’m there to see it.”

You turn on your heel, leaving Joel to watch as your hair sways from side-to-side down your back. He swallows the lump formed in his throat and tilts his chin to the sky, blinking away the threat of tears moistening his lower lashes. 

He wipes his hands against his jeans and straightens his torso, forcing a low cough to clear his throat. 

Peaches, he thinks. Tonight he will bring you peaches, and he will watch as the juice spills from the side of your mouth. He will reach a thumb to wipe it away, and he will hold you. For as long as you let him; as long as he breathes.

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Leave the Light On

Twisters Discord holiday exchange gift for @knightsistersblog up on AO3

oneshot Rating: Teen and up Fandom: Twisters (2024) Relationships: Kate Carter/Tyler Owens Characters: Kate Carter, Tyler Owens, Javi, the Wranglers Additional tags: everyone's a little hungover, Tyler's got issues, no beta this fic is late enough Summary: Tyler wakes up in bed with Kate and tries to piece together what happened the night before. None of the Wranglers are helpful.

Tyler groaned when the alarm on his phone went off somewhere on the other side of the bed. Fighting back nausea, he rolled over and slapped at it, but his arm came into contact with someone else before he could find the phone. There was a muffled yelp and Tyler winced as the sound reverberated in his hungover head.

“Boone? Can you get the alarm?” He rolled back to his own side of the bed. Boone was a cuddler when he got drunk, it wasn’t the first time Tyler’s woken to find he’d gained a bedmate and lost the blankets.

They’d all really tied one on last night, celebrating the grant that had come through for Kate’s tamer project. They were at a motel in Iowa, one the Wranglers used a lot in July when the season really got going in the northern Plains states. Lily had sweet-talked the clerk, a fan of the channel, into upgrading her to a suite—at least, what passed for a suite at a roadside motel—and the whole crew had partied. 

Tyler knew there’d been beer, and bottles of tequila, and some very cheap champagne … his stomach roiled. The room swam in front of his eyes, bright in the summer morning sunshine, the faded wallpaper bending and waving on the wall where a tidy black suitcase sat, a pair of tennis shoes lined up precisely next to it. Kate’s suitcase, Tyler’s mind supplied. Kate’s tennis shoes. Groaning, he rolled over, realizing as he did that he was shirtless. 

A hazy picture was beginning to surface in his memory. Heat and urgency and��laughing at something Kate said while he struggled with a button fly, leaning up to kiss her again as his fingers continued to fumble— oh shit. 

“Ty?” Kate croaked beside him, his phone in her hand as she silenced the alarm. Her hair was a wild tangle across the pillow, and she self-consciously held the sheet against her bare chest. She looked a little green and a lot panicked. She was still the most beautiful woman Tyler had ever seen.

Stupidly, the next thing out of Tyler’s mouth was, “Do you know where my pants are?”

The rest of the morning just went downhill from there. 

Kate had awkwardly pointed to the ceiling light fixture and then, while he was distracted gaping at his suspended denim, she’d scurried into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Tyler had tried to stand to retrieve his pants and, with them, any shred of dignity, but his head and stomach revolted at him being upright. At least he still had his underwear on. He gingerly laid back down on the bed, breathing slowly, waiting for the nausea to pass. It did, but it was replaced with a different kind of sick feeling in his gut.

Tyler couldn’t remember much after Lily had gotten out her kit late last night. He raised his arms and scanned them for any ink, but they were still bare. That had been after the bottles of bubbly, after the shots and shots and more shots. Dani had dared someone to let Lily tattoo them, Tyler was pretty sure it hadn’t been him. Boone had wanted them to play Truth or Dare, but then the tequila was empty and somehow all seven grown-ass adults had arranged themselves in a ragged circle and Kate was reaching out to spin the bottle. 

It had landed on Javi, and Kate had turned bright pink. Tyler remembered the swooping feeling of disappointment in his gut. He and Kate hadn’t put a name to this thing between them, and they certainly hadn’t made each other any promises. But there’d been enough flirtatious texting, heated glances and lingering touches shared between them over the past two months for him to have gotten it into his head that they’d been building towards something. Seeing her react like that to the prospect of kissing Javi made the wounded kid still inside Tyler wail at the unfairness of it all. 

Javi blustered out a faux-shocked “What!” and a high-pitched giggle that told Tyler Dani had been sharing her good weed that night. Kate shook her head, shoulders shaking with laughter, and leaned over to give Javi a quick kiss. Pulling back, she overbalanced and tipped against him, laughing, while Javi caught her.

“Aw, come on now,” Dani hollered across the circle, “you gotta put a little more into it than that!” 

Kate and Javi just kept laughing. 

Tyler thought that was probably the part of the night when he’d started drinking his beers faster. 

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Blood Doesn't Make Family by itsanapothecary

Oneshot | T | 6,783

Beatrice Carter decides to move closer to her daughter and grandchildren following the drama of the pandemic. Building relationships with the stable Grant-Nash family brings Beatrice closer to her daughter, rebuilding the previously strained relationship.

Surprising no one, Beatrice adores Evan Buckley, wholeheartedly welcoming him to the family.

Until a 'Welcome to the World' party for the latest addition to the 118 family brings some explosive revelations.

Tags: Found Family | Athena Grant and Bobby Nash are Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parents | Evan "Buck" Buckley & May Grant & Harry Grant are Siblings | Good Sibling Maddie Buckley | The Buckley Siblings Have Bad Parents (9-1-1 TV) | Badass Beatrice Carter | Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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Tongue, Teeth, &’ Fire. (☦︎︎ - ✞ - light ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you. more than anything, she missed you.

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What We Could’ve Had. (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

warnings: rewriting endings.

synopsis: what happens if riley hadn’t died? what life would she and ellie have lived?

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Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

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Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

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I choose me. (♫ - ✞ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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PAIRING: carter grant x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: idk SONG INSPIRATION: crank that by soulja boy WORD COUNT: 486

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of fucking course, the apocalypse happens as you actually go out for once.

shit, shit, shit. the thought pounds in your head as you peer around a wall towards the police station, crank that blaring from a car stereo in the near distance.

the sounds of groaning and shuffling feet make your skin crawl - noticing the glass doors were open and very much smashed. as you leant further out to get a better look, your shirt was pulled back and you were pushed up against the same wall you were looking over.

getting ready to scream but a hand quickly covered your mouth silencing most of noise, opening your eyes to be met with another pair - soon shutting up but your breathing was still heavy as the same boy checks if the coast is clear.

as you were in no apparent danger you licked the stranger's hand to get him away from you, soon regretting it and spitting out saliva.

“ew dude! what the fuck?” the brunette grimaced, whilst wiping his hand on his khaki shorts, realising there were three others, two boys and a woman, “yes cause jump scaring a person is definitely the best way to get someone's attention when there’s fucking zombies roaming around?”

your conversation - more like argument catches a couple of the creatures’ attention, you all ran back to the run-down car. they didn’t bother to discuss the situation and to just get out of their as fast as possible.

as you made your way out of town, the sky had darkened and the stranger's friend who you had soon discovered his name was ben - had fallen asleep beside the two of you, whilst denise drove and augie sat in the passenger’s seat.

you and carter had sat in a comfortable silence, him looking out of the window and you were you were staring at your hands, still trying to wrap your head what was going on. 

“are you okay?” carter spoke quietly from beside you; you give him a tight lipped and nodded, “i guess as best as i can be after all this has happened.”

he looks away but you're still glancing over at him, eyes scanning over his features, one thing you’ve noticed from the beginning is that he has such pretty eyes, a deep hazel. 

you stayed like that for a couple of minutes. however, that was cut short since he had turned back over to you, you whipped your head back around to the front of the car. a deep blush spread across your cheeks.

you feel him lean more into your side and whisper into your ear, “you’re not so bad yourself babe.” you turned your head to disagree, but all you could do was splutter noises of outrage knowing you had gotten caught, he just laughed at your expression.

why did someone so annoying have to be so pretty? 

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[fictorium]

Did you have another nightmare - for Supercat

TW: major character death. SORRY.

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Kara is out of bed and rushing down the hall before she even realizes she’s awake. Between her heightened senses and the emotional rollercoaster of the past few months, she’s developed an instant response to the sound of Carter crying out in the middle of the night.

He’s still wrestling with his sheets when she comes in to comfort him, untangling his legs as quickly as she can and propping up his pillows so he can settle back against him. “It’s okay bud,” Kara reassures him as he calms, still breathing heavily. “I’m right here.”

“Kara?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Kara flips on the nightlight by the bed, ashamed she forgot to do it right away. Carter kept putting it away at first, finding it too childish, but it’s become part of his comfort now, and they don’t talk about it returning to the closet. “Did you have another nightmare?”

Carter doesn’t hug her this time, it’s about a fifty-fifty shot each time whether he will. Sometimes he clings like a barnacle, like he’s never going to let go. Other nights, like tonight, he flinches if Kara so much as strokes his hair in an attempt to soothe him. He does answer her with a nod, eventually. 

“Do you want to talk about it? Dr. Whittaker says it helps to process it when you first wake up.”

“You know what it is,” Carter says, looking down at his hands as he sits cross-legged in the middle of his bed. Kara keeps her place right on the edge, unsure of her role still. “I keep dreaming that this time I can save her, that she doesn’t let go as soon as Dreamer has a hold on me.”

Kara closes her eyes, tries to hide the wince from him. She’d been incapacitated by kryptonite for hours at that point, barely able to lift her head, never mind catch Cat as she fell from the crumbling balcony. Her own DEO-appointed therapist is frustrated by Kara’s inability to discuss the events of that night, even three months out. 

“You know that if we could have saved both of you, we would have,” Kara reminds him. “Your mom knew exactly what the situation was and she made Dreamer promise to get you to safety first. If she’d taken you both on that leap, nobody would have made it.”

“I know,” Carter sighs. He’s crying again, and Kara reaches for the tissues so she can offer him one. “Do I have to go to Dad’s tomorrow? I know you need a break, that you didn’t sign up for being a full-time stepmom, but being at his place just makes it worse. It makes it... I feel like when I come home again this time mom will be here, you know?”

“Maybe we can talk to him about spending time with you here,” Kara suggests. Robert has been more than accommodating, and a cynical part deep inside her thinks that’s more about not wanting to deal with his son’s grief. “But I don’t need a break from you Carter. When your mom and I got married, we all became family. I know I can’t make up for her, but you could be with me every day if that was okay with your dad.”

“Am I ever going to stop missing her?” Carter asks, and Kara feels a fresh fissure ripping through her heart. 

“It won’t stop, but it does get easier to handle,” she tells him, fighting back tears of her own. “This house still has so much of her in it, sometimes I forget too. I come home and think I’m going to find her frowning at some emails in her office, or sneaking cookie dough from the fridge. But she’d want us to get through this as best we can, Carter. Together.”

“You want to sleep in here tonight?” Carter asks, like he’s doing her a favour. Maybe he’s doing them both one. “I mean, it’s only like three hours until your alarm anyway.”

“Okay,” Kara says, stealing one of his pillows for herself. When they’re both lying down he does hug her, and Kara hugs him back as forcefully as she dares. “Let’s try to get some sleep, okay?”

Carter nods against her shoulder, and Kara lays there in the glow of the nightlight, listening to his breathing even out until the first gentle snore. 

[peoplesgraves]

Yandere Sharon Carter x escape attempt reader? And if it's okay could you add how she punishs them? (Only if you're comfortable with doing that of course) (oneshot)

Work smarter not harder

Yandere Sharon X Escape Attempt Reader

Sharon waves the lesser criminal away and taps her fingers anxiously. For the last few hours she’d been sitting in one of Madripors nicest clubs and trying to calm her nerves. She hoped after tonight that she’d be able to show you off here.

She pulls her phone out and at the sight of a confirmation text she tears from the club and races home. She can hear your sobs from outside the bedroom door and she steels her satisfaction at the noise. Sharon pull the covers from your shaking form and kneels down as not to scare you. “Baby? What happened.”

You lunge towards her and she nearly stumbles back at the action. Sharon expected a fight. She was prepared for a fight but not for you to cling to her like this. It was a welcome surprise and one that Sharon wasn’t going to take for granted.

“You left the door unlocked” Sharon hums and runs her hand through your hair in mock comfort. Urging you to continue on. “So I tried to leave and-and these guys attacked me.”

“Poor thing.” She coos quietly and pulls back to get a better look at you. She runs a finger over the bruise forming around your eye. Rage starts to bubble inside he as she does. “This is why you need to stay here with me. I’ll protect you. You just need to let me”

She looks at you with all the fake sympathy in the world but her eyes betray her. They glint like blades ready to cut you should you disagree. “You understand now right?” Sharon smiles softly as you nod and gathers you further into her arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed. My baby had a hard day”

[sabrinasfadingmoon]

Kara Danvers autistic idea/prompt

Cat grant loved her son. It was something everyone knew. So to her it wasn’t any surprise when she started to realize similar traits her assistant had shared with her son. So similar in fact Cat Grant has been checking boxes in her head and is on the verge of just asking the girl if she is because Cat needs to know to make sure her assistant can be as comfortable as possible but no instead she decides to enlist her extremely amazing assistant (words she’d never say to her face) to babysit her son just so she can really see the similarities.

Some added smaller things to help spice it up 1) Supercorp because we love 2) Cat Grant is protective of Kara it comes out when Lena shows up and Cat thinks Lena will think Kara is “weird” and upset Kara so she’s being on the pushier side 3) Cat and Carter being the BEST mother and son duo because Cat cares so much 4) sometimes if Cat notices it’s to loud for Kara she says she can sit in her office and work as long as she’s quiet because she’s in better yelling rang then outside 5) added bonus Lena is just as protective as Cat and thinks Cat will be mean to her about it 6) another added bonus Kara doesn’t need to be protected but it makes her feel so human seeing people treat her with such a gentleness and care it’s different then how the deo treats her as supergirl so she pretends to be oblivious to there fighting but loves it

I’ll be expecting a oneshot soon if someone writes this 🧐 I really hope one of you takes it because I want it so bad now.

I was catching up on the newer episodes and seeing young cat made me think of the early episodes. I immediately wanted to read a autistic Carter Grant fic where cat just loves her son and Kara is helpful. This lead me to find out that there are autistic Kara fics ??? AND THATS SO PERFECT I have no idea why I didn’t connect those dots I’m so slow sometimes but after reading inhabit on ao3 it made so much sense AND THEN I got this idea

[kyber-crystal]

Back To You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~2.3k

Summary: In which he realizes he’s been chasing after the wrong girl all this time, and finally realizes who he’s really meant to be with in the end.

Warnings: angst, fluff ending lol

A/N: this is one of my older oneshots published on wattpad and I was too lazy to edit before publishing this, so I apologize for the shit writing loolll

"Peggy?"

"Steve? Is that really you?" Her jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock as she blinked several times, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Yeah," the super soldier chuckles, quickly embracing her and pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead, "It's me."

"But how is it possible? I thought you were dead...that you wouldn't be able to come back..."

"We did it. We took down Thanos and his army, and the stones granted me the ability to time travel," he explained, "I knew I had to check on you to see if you were okay."

"I'm just glad you're back," Peggy mumbled into his chest as his arms wrapped around her tightly. "I'm so glad you're back."

But as time passed, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He should be happy that he was finally with with the one woman who he thought he'd never see again, but something felt off. Why didn't it feel right?

If anything, he should've been as overwhelmed with joy as he was in the beginning compared to now, but he wasn’t.

He tried his hardest to ignore the one answer stuck in the back of his head and attempts to instead, focus on Peggy who's catching him up on what happened while he was gone over dinner.

"Steve? Are you alright?" she tilted her head to the side slightly. "Is something wrong?"

"What? No, I'm okay," he shook his head, "don't worry."

"Something's bothering you..." she pointed out as she took a sip of her coffee, "what is it? You know you can tell me anything."

"I can't," Steve exhaled, "it wouldn't do you any good."

"...It's about those you left behind, isn't it?" she guessed. "Your team...and Y/N, specifically..."

His silence was all Peggy needed to confirm the answer to her question.

"I know," she spoke softly, causing him to look up from his plate in surprise. "I've known all along."

"How did you..."

"I can tell by the look in your eyes. You still love her, and regret leaving her," she stated, "you wish to go back."

"I'm sorry-" he began.

"There's no need to be sorry," she reassured him, placing a hand on top of his, "it's okay. I'd rather have you be happy with the one you love the most instead of living out the rest of your life in guilt and regret. You can stay another night and get some rest, and leave tomorrow if you'd like."

"Thank you," he murmured.

The next day came and went, and after an exchange of goodbyes Steve was back with the Time Stone gripped in his hand, traveling back to the future that you were left behind in.

...

Six months have passed since he left.

Six months have passed since he broke your heart and left without an explanation.

Six months have passed since he went back in time to go be with Peggy Carter, and you were broken.

During that time, none of the team knew what they could possibly do to help and for once, even Sam and Bucky don't have any sarcastic comments to throw at you. Tony doesn't know what to do, either. Seeing the woman he'd mentored for so long fall to pieces over one man makes him wonder if there's something he didn't teach you correctly, if him not teaching you how not to let yourself go stir-crazy over almost losing the love of your life was the best idea or not.

He wonders if you'd felt this way all this time, but then he confirms that you did when he looks back to all the times you'd spent together and realized you had. And it was too late now, because he'd left. Gone without a trace.

You're all spending the weekend at Tony's cabin in the woods. While Clint, Natasha, Bucky, Peter and Pietro are roped into a tea party with Morgan and all her stuffed animals, you simply stood by the lake and stared blankly ahead at the view, wishing for him to come back; though you knew the chances of that happening weren't too high. For some reason, though, you refused to give up hope - you were in denial.

But a sudden whirring noise coming from the time machine makes everyone stop what they're doing. Your heart practically stops when you see an all-too familiar, broad-shouldered and muscular figure you thought you'd never see again step down from the platform.

"Cap?"

"Steve?"

"What are you doing here?"

The shock is evident in everyone else's expressions as they all gather around to welcome him back with warm greetings, but this quickly dies down when they notice the downcast look painted on his face as he clutches the green Time Stone in his hand.

"You left," you stated bitterly. "And now you decide to show up, all of a sudden? Is this some sort of sick joke?"

Steve makes his way towards you and you look down, refusing to meet his piercing gaze which you know will have your heart racing within seconds. He tries to take your hands in his but you quickly push them away, swallowing hard as you struggled to hold your tears back.

"Y/N, come on, look at me," he pleaded. "I'm sorry."

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head wildly, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. Your throat feels tight and constricted when you finally decide to look up at his crystal-clear blue eyes, those same eyes that had made contact with yours so many times over the years since you'd first joined the initiative. Those eyes that would never fail to make your heart skip a beat, no matter what happened.

Suddenly you can't breathe, the act of taking a simple breath growing more and more difficult by the second, the act of holding yourself back from breaking down into heaving sobs growing increasingly impossible.

"Why? Why did you have to leave me hanging like that? It's hard enough pretending to be friends with someone I'm so in love with, because every time I look at that person, all I see is everything I want to have," you choked out, "You left, Steve. You left without any explanation as to why the hell you were going back. And you're expecting me to forgive you that easily?"

"I made a mistake," he admitted with a pained expression on his face, "I thought I knew what I was doing, but I didn't. I thought I was doing the right thing by following my head, but I wasn't listening to my heart, that told me I was and always would be, in love with you."

"If you really cared, then you never would've left in the first place. She was your first choice, Steve, not me. If you really cared, it would've been the other way around. I thought maybe, you'd be the first one to ever care about me so deeply, but I guess I was wrong...and now I know how it feels to have someone else prioritized over you."

"Don't do this to me, Y/N," his voice cracks toward the end of his sentence, and the fact that you almost feel guilty for causing him to feel this way makes you sick to your stomach. "I love you. I made a mistake. I should've stayed instead of leaving you behind-"

"You broke my heart, Steve," your voice came out in barely a whisper, "I trusted you with everything I had, and you broke my heart. How am I supposed to forgive you now?"

"It was hard for me, too," he replied as a single tear slipped down his cheek and balled his hands into fists, "it was so damn hard, because at first I thought she was my everything and it broke me when I heard the news of her passing. I thought she was the one for me, and to get over her I had to keep reminding myself that she had been able to move on without lingering in her feelings, so there shouldn't be a reason why I can't do the same. She went on to have a family; a loving husband, children, and grandchildren...if we really were meant to be, I wouldn't have ended up where I am now, fighting alongside this team after being frozen for 70 years, and she wouldn't be old and on the verge of death when we reunited later on.

"It's true that she was the first girl I'd had it bad for, but I don't think I truly loved her. I didn't get to know her well enough before I went into the ice, and I think that's what sets things apart. I was too busy thinking about what could've been instead of what things were like now to know that truly loving someone means you went through hell and back together and stayed together no matter the circumstances, but that wasn't the case for her as the time we spent was cut short. It took me a long time to come to my senses and realize who I really needed in my life, and that I wasn't in love with her, but with you. The one who I was meant to be with was standing right in front of me, and I almost failed to realize that. I couldn't bring myself to stay when I was - and still am - hopelessly in love with you."

"Give me one reason," you whispered hoarsely, "give me one reason why I should believe you. Give me one reason why I shouldn't be doubtful of you leaving me again. Give me one reason why I shouldn't believe that you're going to hurt me."

Taking you completely by surprise, he leans down and kisses you in response, the feeling of his soft and warm lips against your own making you break down every wall you had built up in defense specifically to protect yourself from him. You then seem to completely forget about what's going on around you and in this instant, nothing matters. The aching in your chest doesn't matter. The way you feel as if you're going to fall apart and tear at the seams doesn't matter. The way your mind is screaming at you to stop and pull away because he's gonna break your heart again doesn't matter.

All that matters now is that you're kissing him, the Steve Rogers, his lips that are so insanely soft and tender they should be illegal in the first place. But you're too busy wrapped up in the blissful, electric feeling of how alive he makes you feel despite the fact that you felt like drowning in your heartache and pain. You're too busy reacting, your arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him closer to you, to realize that mere moments ago you were wishing you could feel anything other than romantic feelings for him.

As he pulls back, he reaches a hand out to your face and gently wipes the stray tears that had escaped away with his thumb, and it takes you every fibre of your being not to break down right then and there because you hated how much you cared but loved it at the same time. The more he lets his hand linger against your cheek, the more he holds you in his arms, he finds himself wanting to do this more, wanting to hold you longer and care for you and love you until the end of his days and that's when he realizes it. He's so in love, more than he'd ever been with anyone in his entire life and he doesn't want to let that go.

"Stop it," you mumbled, attempting to push yourself away from him but somehow ending up with your hands pressed against his chest as he tugged you back towards him again, his strong arms firmly snaking around your waist, "you're making me dizzy."

"I can't lose you again. Don't leave," he mumbled into your hair.. "I'm not going to lose you, because I already came far too close to that happening."

You made a sound sort of resembling a strangled sob and hold him as tightly as you could because you feared if you let go, he'd slip away from you again. And he rubs your back gently as your body shook with sobs that clawed their way up your throat and heart, whispering soothing words in your ear as he himself tries to hold back what feels like a seemingly endless flow of tears trapped behind his eyes.

At some point the tears stopped flowing and you just stood there in his embrace. Everyone had  fallen silent by now and were simply watching the interaction between the two of you, practically biting their nails with anxiety at witnessing the rocky reunion.

You tilt your chin up slightly and your gaze subconsciously flickers down to Steve's lips, and he takes this as a sign to pull you in and press his lips to yours a second time.

It's more gentle this time, his lips brushing over yours for a brief second until you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him back in again.

You don't know when you finally break apart, or how much time has passed when you do, but judging by the softened looks on everyone's faces it had been a while.

"Daddy, why did Captain America just kiss Auntie Y/N?" a little voice piped up.

"Because they love each other, honey," Tony replied, ruffling his daughter's hair.

Morgan giggled. "I knew it!"

"Tell me you forgive me," he spoke softly, "tell me that I didn't come back for nothing."

You let out a shuddering sigh and rested your head against his broad chest, gripping the fabric of his suit into your fists. "I thought I'd lost you."

"You won't lose me again."

"So...is this the part where we're supposed to clap? Or cry? Honestly, I feel like doing both right now. This is cute."

"Shut up, Quill," Rocket kicked the Ravager man in the shins. "Let them be."

"What?" Quill held his hands up in defense, looking around at everyone's now amused faces. "You all know you're thinking the same exact thing."

[fandom-meanderer]

Not Your Classic Vigilante [Pt. 10]

Pairing: Batfamily x Batsis!Reader

Part: (10/?) [First] [Previous] [Next]

Genre: General Fiction

Fandom: DC Universe

P.o.V.: 3rd

Word Count: 1,152 Words

Warnings: Gore

Further Notes: Okay okay okay, I know I’m supposed to be doing FE3H requests but I’ve had this ready for WEEKS and I just wanted to POST it already! So here it is, my impulse post.

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(Name) stood her ground, but barely. After losing her sword somewhere in the field she resorted to good old hand-to-hand combat, not the best match up for monsters twice your size, but it’d have to do for now. Reinforcements have just arrived at the nick of time, whilst more beasts wandered out of the woods and towards the ravaged town.

“This place is already razed down, I don’t understand why they keep coming,” she shouts.

“Captain!” Carter tosses her sword back to her. “Now’s not the time to get lazy.”

“I’ve been fighting these things for three hours, Adara.”

“Clearly, shape up a little more, Cap. We need you.”

“Ugh, this is getting nowhere,” (Name) mumbles just as she ducks below the beast’s swing. “Is it just me or are these things getting taller?”

“Not just you, Captain! Not just you!” Evangeline scrambles up from the floor, casting a spell to knock away the hoard. The blonde runs next to her Captain, shaking slightly. “Where are they all coming from?” Hints of French laced her panicked tone.

“No clue, but we’re going to be here for a very long time,” (Name) grimaces. Then, as if this situation couldn’t get any worse, an all too familiar cry. (Name) turned her head towards it, and saw a sight she had never expected to see. Without any care for herself, granted she never really did care in the first place, she sprinted towards the figure with the silver of her sword reflecting the flames. In a delicately crafted move, she fells the beast. The Captain holds her stance, her left arm blocking the one behind her, and her right arm holding the sword parallel to the ground. Then the beast slumped to the burnt earth, making no attempt at any further attacks. But her split decision move wasn’t without consequence.

“How… How did you get here,” she huffs, wavering slightly.

“(Name)…” Damien’s eyes widen. His eyes fall to the three large gashes that stretched across her hips and abdomen.

“Answer the question.”

“I was looking for you.”

“Try again.”

“A man in a lab coat brought me here,” he was too shaken to retort, regardless of how uncharacteristic of him it was. After all, the young boy was just dropped in the middle of a blazing battlefield with heaps of dead bodies sprawled across the ground. It was a sensory overload with the blinding flames and the heavy stench of iron. Not to mention his older sister covered in dried blood. (Name) grabbed a hold of his hand.

“Do not, under any circumstances, let go of my hand,” she commands. Damien nods, not used to this behavior from his supposedly angelic sister. With her left hand gripping Damien and the right brandishing her sword they charged across the battle field. “Keep up!”

“I’m trying!” Damien barks.

“Is that a kid?!” Nixon shouts. He pulls his axe from the broken ground. Damien first noticed the red stains on his white uniform before the disgust directed at him. “Lose him, Captain! He’s slowing you down! He’s going to get us all killed!”

“Don’t you think I’m trying?!” (Name) deflects a piece of charred wood. Damien’s hand slips for a moment and (Name) reacts with a vice grip. “What did I fucking say?!”

“Sorry!” Damien is taken aback for a moment before regaining his senses. (Name) looks to the woods and watches more of the monsters emerge.

“Oh fuck me…” She shakes her head. She runs into a building. and pushes Damien inside. She kneels to his level, and with a stern expression, instructs him: “Do not leave this building, I’m going to have Evangeline place a protection charm up, alright? I’ll come pick you up once I resolve this mess. You have to tell me every single thing that happened to you before you came here.”

“I can help.”

“No. You can’t. This world is very different than Earth-61. You’re not in Gotham anymore. Those things out there can crush your skull in less than a second, and I don’t need anymore deaths on my mind right now. Got it?”

“Yeah…” Damien looks back to her abdomen. It was still bloody but the wound was gone. “What happened to—“

“No questions right now. I have to get back out there before any of my teammates die. Stay. Here.” With that, (Name) ran out, slamming the door behind her. Not a moment later, Evangeline ran in, her white and silver uniform singed around the edges. She closes the door and places her hand on it, a magic circle appearing between the two with words of an ancient language inside of it. She waves her hand in the air and the building is surrounded in a veil of blue.

“So you must be Damien,” she smiles through the tired breaths. Damien nods and looks out the window. Eve seats him on the ground and hands him a thermos. “The Captain has told me so much about you.” Damien suspiciously eyes the thermos, but takes it anyways.

“Who’s that?”

“Hmm? Oh, your sister, of course,” Eve motions behind her. “She doesn’t talk about her family often, but her expression is always so kind when she does, especially when it comes to her brothers.”

“What is going on out there?”

“There are four of you correct?” Eve changes the subject. “Two older and two younger, if what she told me was right.”

“Yeah,” Damien caught on. She’s trying to distract him from the hell outside.

“Ah, you are just so adorable,” Eve coddles. “Are you hungry? I always have something on me.”

“What exactly is your role, woman?”

“Oh goodness, I never introduced myself, did I? I’m Evangeline, Evangeline Chandler, and I am from Earth-78, born and raised in Versailles, France. I’m the magic dealer of this team, you can tell because of these silver linings here, see? However, I specialize in support, which is why my uniform is white,” she claps her hands. “Ah, the Captain, your sister, is a damage dealer, she specializes in up-close combat with blade-type weapons. She truly is amazing.”

“I see… I assume this is normal for you people.”

“Not in the slightest, no. Oh, well, battle yes, but not these beasts. These monsters just started coming out of nowhere, actually. Originally it was only the Captain and the Lieutenant that were here, and there was only one. And now… I lost count after fifty,” Eve frowns. “We lost an entire squadron too…”

“What are those?”

“In truth… We have no idea.”

~

Alex stumbled behind a building, holding his phone close to his ear.

“Come on… connect, connect…” he plead. Finally, an answer.

“Alexander.”

“Remember when I told you to come tomorrow? Scratch that. We need you now.”

“What in the blazes is going on? Why do I hear fire?”

“Get over here and I’ll still be alive to tell you.”

“You really don’t take no for an answer, alright, hold out for a few more minutes.”

“Will do.”

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deathofmagellan said:

Hi i’m looking for a shrunkyclunks fic where Steve and Bucky are going to a parent teacher meeting but Steve is late, and the teacher says their daughter is telling lies because she’s saying her dad is Captain America? Thank you

Anon 1 said:

Thank you so much in advance for reading this-- I dunno why this is driving me nuts, but I can't find this one fic where either modern!Bucky or modern!Steve had gone to the Middle East for the war and thrown a grenade into a house on bad intel but when they went into the house it turned out to be a woman and kids rather than combatants; the author mentioned in the notes that they had gotten the situation from a WWII recollection. Would any of you know the story?

Anon 2 said:

What was that one where Bucky was with Hydra, but he had an imaginary friend named Steve?

Anon 3 said:

i’m looking for a fic where steve comes home from an avengers mission and bucky finds him in the kitchen collapsed against the fridge. he was trying to make food but he’s experiencing a kind of subdrop?? due to an Adrenaline crash. he keeps it secret from the team but when bucky finds him, he looks after him and realises he used to take care of steve before (like pre-serum days). i think he feed him some fruit too?? i’ve tried every search i can think of but can’t find it sorry.

Anon, absolutely-xantastic and spinningbear sent in The Care & Feeding of Steven G. Rogers by greenbergsays (oneshot | 8,067 | E)

Anon 4 said:

Hey I’m looking for a fic that I forgot that went smthn like Steve abd bucky falling in love pre war and Steve went to this gay bar pretty often and he met another lgbt girl who was his fake girlfriend to protect her during the war and after he was deposited in the future he found out she and Vicky’s sister were in a relationship and they were trying to debunk the media spin on Steve

Anon 5 said:

Hi do I’m looking for these two stories and idk if they’re on ao3 but I’m pretty sure and one is where since Steve has all of these problems his heart beat is irregular and one day it’s really painful and Bucky comes back and tries to comfort him. And the second one is where Bucky is a veteran and skinny Steve is getting sick but can’t miss Bucky’s christmas party? I think

Anon 6 said:

Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read a while ago but can’t find. It was mostly Bucky recovering i think. it started with Steve in the hospital and Bucky showed up and sort of kidnapped Steve and took him to his apartment because he remembered Steve. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t find it, and I’m sorry if my summary is awful. Thanks in advance though :)

Anon 7 said:

hi!! so i’m looking for this fic that is in an office setting, steve and nat work together and bucky is the newest employee and steve thinks he doesn’t understand english (i think he thought he was only fluent in french). steve keeps saying how he finds him attractive like right in front of bucky. thank u guys so much!!

Anon 8 said: (major character death)

hello! i'm looking for a post endgame/time travel fic where steve goes back and saves bucky after he fell but bucky is really angry with steve. bucky continues to fight in the war and gets killed by a bullet to the head when arguing with steve. i think the last scene implied that he gets resurrected though? thanks so much for all your guys' hard work!!

Anon 9 said:

hello! im unable to find a fic where the avengers get like,, tied up/kidnapped or something and the villain shows a video or vision or something of stucky having sex and everyone finds out Steve is a sub/bottom

fannishlove said:

Hi I am looking for a fic where Steve goes to settle down in a sleepy town. Bucky is from that town. There's little that sometimes come up to their porch. I am unable to remember the exact details but they do end up saving her. Can you by any chance help me find this fic?

mille-baci sent in The Settler by charlesdk (complete | 52,203 | M)

Anon 10 said:

okay so there was this fic where hydra clones bucky before he was about to die and his clone was a kid. later that kid found by nat and clint and peggy adopted him. it included trans!sam and the clone bucky's name was james carter he was a linguist. they hide him from steve for a while but steve finds out about him. one of james' bf triggers him with tws trigger words?? hydra reverses the wiping machine and james has 40s!bucky and tws in his head??? steve visits them there, that's all i remember

Anon and autonomygirl sent in Have To Put Him On A Shelf* by herecomesbucktofuckshitup (complete | 124,729 | M) */others

Anon 11 said:

I’ve been going crazy trying to find this fic I read a while back. It is alpha Bucky and omega steve. Bucky goes off to war and When Bucky returns he goes back to his house, the owner allows him to stay if he works security for them. He agrees and goes under the name ‘sarge’, he gets a room next to ‘grant’ who is really steve. I remember steve talking about being pregnant a few times and loosing the babies, eventually they get together and have a daughter and Bucky punches his dad in the face

ocean-babyblues said:

Hello! I desperately need help finding this fic, but the only thing I can remember from it is Sam talking to Steve saying "if you're going to wear a mask make sure its the one you want to wear/ make sure it fits." I'm sorry I know its vague but that line has been haunting me for months! Thanks in advance!!

Anon 12 said:

So I lost a fic a while ago and I know I first found it on here. I think Bucky was a Stark Industries employee and accidentally became friends with all the Avengers, and didn’t realize Steve was Captain America?? Hope you can find it, thanks!

Anon sent in Brooklyn Baby* by sprinkle_of_cinnamon (complete | 33,725 | M) *graphic violence

[ruewrote]

ℎ𝑖𝑚, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: carter grant x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language, gore GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: reflections by the neighbourhood WORD COUNT: 808

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today was no different from the others, me with a book in hand, her sat on his lap - laid against his chest as he spoke to our friends. oh yeah i’m kind of in love with my bestfriend.

it's pretty cliche, i’d fallen for him faster than i could catch myself.

it was beyond stupid feeling this way about him especially because i knew i’d never be able to tell him about it, because let’s be honest he only really sees me as a close friend and as he should, but i really wish he wouldn’t.

it had to be about two months since his and isabella’s relationship had started, it was bad enough him having her crush on her and talking about her all the time - now you have to sit and do everything with them.

i had to watch as she presses a kiss to his cheek before making her way to go and grab herself some juice from the cafeteria. carter smiling at the girl as she walked away before re-joining the conversation.

all i could do wish was that he would look at me the way he looked at her.

from time to time i think about how it could’ve been me in that position instead.

my legs slowly swung back and forth waiting for carter to show up, the anticipation made my heart only beat faster, but it soon slowed when i realised he wasn’t going to show up. i was waiting a whole two hours before i gave up and started to make my way back home.

the streetlights flickering on, and a light rain started pouring. great.

on the way home, i was trying to make up some sort of excuse for his tardiness. checking my phone every few minutes to see if he had messaged me, but nothing.

this was nothing a good ole’ milkshake couldn’t fix. my hand which was pressed against the glass to the door of the diner, i saw carter there and he certainly wasn’t alone. he was sharing a milkshake with her.

realising what i had just witnessed, i turned around with a heart full of hurt.

he ditched me for her? i don’t think i’ve seen him happier. who am i to ruin that?

my bottom lip wobbled as i continued my way on home.

putting myself through enough pain, i put my things away and made my way back to class as the bell rang. half listening to augie blabber on about a new badge that he was trying to achieve. 

too deep in thought to notice someone was very close behind me. all i felt was impact of the floor, after, realising carter had dragged me back a little too hard. obviously losing my balance from the sudden contact.

“woah! i didn’t think you’d fall over dude, im sorry.” carter, of course. he helped you up from up off of the floor and you continued your way back to class with a now sore ass.

“it's all good, it's not like it’s the first time you've done it before,” playfully nudging his arm with mine as we walked along to the scouts' room that soon stopped when isabella made an appearance and pushed me to the side.

i walked into the room silently, carter? of course, he didn't - as soon as he entered, he let out a huge burp, “was that really necessary carter?” scout leader rogers asked him and he muttered an apology.

whilst grant was getting lectured by rogers, i finally got time to talk with ben, he knew what was going on and how i felt about his other close friend, “hey dude, how are you feeling?” i slightly leaned onto his shoulder and whispered to him.

he looked down at you and lightly shrugged, “isabella is starting to get on my nerves too.” you moved way and to look back at him and he nods.

i leant back into my own space to get ready to hear about recruiting more scouts, sighing deeply as i pick at my nails, bad habits die hard especially when you have anxiety.

“augie, a unicorn is gonna fly out of your ass before somebody joins,” carter huffed and sat down. as did ben, augie and i next to him. “carter! language.” rogers warned.

“he's right though, nobody's going to show up it's just a waste of time.” ben agrees.

“we got to have some sort of hope guys, i to joined late but i’m here right now,” i excitedly implied but was soon shut down by a rude comment by carter.

“y/n’s right! ye of little faith, where's the scout spirit?” everyone went silent before roger’s made an announcement, “well! we all know it's augie’s special night tonight” we all started clapping and cheering for him unenthusiastically, him appreciating the praise. 

© ruewrote.

[fictorium]

Supercat; Kara consoles Cat after a visit from Katherine, maybe by dragging her out to do something silly. Bonus if Carter's involved. :) Thanks!

Kara’s out most of the day chasing down sources for her story on the rash of bank robberies in National City over the past month, although she checks in on the CatCo building regularly, knowing Cat is back in town today.

The AGM for shareholders is usually a lavish affair, one Cat could just about tolerate as CEO. Now she’s invited as a courtesy, no longer queen of her own media empire. Unfortunately her mother will be there too, having clung on to the shares Cat gave her out of misguided sentiment years ago. So much for finding the company tacky; she certainly doesn’t mind the money it makes her.

By the time Kara gets back, having stopped one of the robberies in progress as Supergirl, she’s barely thinking about the meeting at all. She hears Katherine Grant long before she sees her, making a sniffy comment about how much better the company seems to be doing since Cat left to go be a government stooge. Kara doesn’t need to hear Cat’s reaction to picture the tight line of her mouth and the hurt in her eyes. Zipping up a few floors, she interrupts their conversation before they even notice she’s there.

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[kryptoniteismysupergirl]

who are your favourite supercat writers? and what’s your favourite trope for supercat?

oh wow anon i have so many favourite authors. i absolutely adore all of @lost-your-memory ‘s work. I’ve prompted a few things over the years, and love what they’ve done with them.

i couldn’t not give @fictorium a mention. Their Supercat Notting Hill AU is my my Top 10. I love the way they write Cat. They seem to just get it so...right. I don’t know what it is but her characterisation is spot on.

@bridgetteirish did a fantastic job with the cat/winn brotp. i love the oneshots they do.

other authors i love are:

@chrmdpoet

@hypnobyl

@poppyssupergirl

@musetotheworld

@dhaskoi

@sapphicscholar

@dinovia-grant

i’m also like really proud of the fics i have written as well. i’m not that good but i’m glad it brings happiness to some people. i’m Onehellagaykid over on AO3

i have so many fav fics as well. i’ll make a separate list for those.

my trope? well i personally love the “only one bed” trope.

especially when it’s cat going on a business trip and she takes kara with her and the hotel messes up her reservation and kara is like “miss grant you can have my room i’ll find somewhere else” “nonsense keira i need you within arms reach” and then they get there and cats like “you can just sleep in the bed with me” then they wake up and cat is full on cuddling kara.

i die at that.

another favourite is “cat dates an asshole and kara is a grumpy pants”

so like cat is dating this smarmy asshole who’s an art dealer they’re all over the media and alex has noticed that kara is a grumpy guts because cats attention is on that man. winn notices this “you’re jealous” and of course kara is like “no i’m not. he’s just an asshole and she deserves so much better.” “she deserves you, you mean” “what. winn what. no i don’t mean that” so of course kara is in denial and cat is grumpy because of course she’s doing the lighthouse technique and this guy is a little too into her. like buying her gifts and inviting her to art shows. so they start to see less and less of eachother because kara is distracting herself with super duties and cats evenings are taken up with dates with the art guy. but then they break up big and dramatic like (he said something about carter) and then kara is immediately back at her side, picking up the pieces. kara kisses her 2 weeks later after a fight. she’ll say it was the adrenaline but it was really because she missed cat and had been wanting to kiss her for 2 years.

i have so many tropes i love.

[ao3feed-supercat]

Dreams

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by vanillaskies

Cat Grant likes her dreams. She’s married to one, mother to two and lives a happy as hell life as queen of all media with her super wife.

Words: 1884, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Cat Grant, Carter Grant, OC - Character

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Cat Grant

Additional Tags: Fluff, Married Fluff, supercat, Supercat Fluff, SuperCat dreams, Slight smut mentions, Oneshot

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