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jaysgirlx · 2 months

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Can you do a fic based off of https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcsG8Yu/ this TikTok when Jason and reader was talking and it got deep and he joked about off!ng himself and the reader sits with him all night just in case he wasn’t joking? Please? I love your writing so much and if this is a touchy topic feel free to ignore or correct. Have a nice day!

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞

❥ pairing: jason todd x civilian f!reader

❥ summary: Jason and you are close, you always have been so close that you thought you knew him well enough to read his mind except you're wrong about that, and what you learn ends up scaring you more.

❥ warnings: mentions of death/suicide/afterlife, reminiscing of torture, heavy angst, little fluff, happy ending

❥ wc: 1.5k

Your fingers, combed through Jason's black locks while he focused his attention on you. The two of you had moments on these where you sat together in a comfortable silence. They tended to happen when one of you was upset, usually you but tonight you could tell something was wrong with Jason. So you kept quiet and let him rest. You didn't know if late nights like these would last forever.

"How long are you going to play with my hair princess?"

"Until you tell me what's wrong Jay"

Again you both fell into a silence. This time it was awkward like maybe you should've played dumb but it was too late night to think that. Jason sighed and sat up on your couch and laid his head on your lap. You tried to remove your hand from his hair but he gave this look like this is what he needed at least for tonight.

You weren't sure if or when you and Jason had crossed the friend boundary. The two of you obviously had not slept together but you had kissed numerous times. Sometimes when he was anxious you'd kiss him just to calm him down and it worked, except for the fact you'd end up making out. Or when he would go on patrol and you were worried he would kiss you and then he'd end up cuddling you till you slept off. The kisses you both shared were like little reassurances of love. Though the two of you never actually spoke about what they really meant.

You had wanted to for the longest time but you didn't because in the end you always knew that Jason cared for you. You could tell by the way he always left you breakfast when he had to leave while you were asleep or by the way he'd walk you home if you had decided to work overtime. Jason cared in his own little way and you take what you got especially since he made the best pancakes.

"I fought with Bruce today, he took Dick's side on something and I just got mad…I know they both care, but it doesn't feel like it sometimes y'know? It still feels like they're Batman and Nightwing and I'm still Robin" He stopped himself from speaking further like if he spoke more, he'd say something he'd regret. Jason didn't want to drop all his problems on you because he knew you would listen and he knew you'd comfort him. You did so much for him and was slightly worried he was becoming too much. Jason didn't want to become a burden to you, he enjoyed spending time with you and he didn't wan to fuck that up.

"I've always got your side Jay if that helps and you're not Robin anymore okay and regardless of that, Robin didn't make you…well you" you say, caressing his face. "You're just you Jay and if they've got a problem with you well then they have a problem with me"

"Well, I think I hate myself if I'm being honest" Those words made your hands stop and now you started to really listen. You knew Jason wasn't exactly happy with his life but you didn't think he hated himself. He was so cocky all the time that you couldn't even fathom the idea of him hating himself. "These days getting up in the mornings is so difficult and a good night's rest…I don't remember the last time I had one"

"Well I think we all can relate to that, life kinda sucks for all of us Jay. Everything we do is out of our hands and it seems like no matter how hard we try we're never fully just happy"

"You got that right, the last time I was really happy was…well nevermind, But sometimes I think about killing myself"

"Well I mean we all have, I thought about it a couple of times when work gets hard but-

"No y/n, I mean like really killing myself, like just putting my gun to my head and that's it." He laughs but you still don't manage to find it funny. "I know damn well there will be plenty of people who will probably find it pretty, my brains splattered everywhere and my body lifeless"

"I'd really prefer you'd not do that Jay"

"Okay but in all seriousness-"

"I don't want to hear this Jay"

"I'd want you to plan my funeral, you'd make it beautiful and hopefully not gloomy"

"Jay is this a funny matter, stop joking around"

"I doubt there's an afterlife, seeing that I did die once and I don't remember any floating gates or firey pits"

"Jay please stop it"

"C'mon we both know without you, I'd be better off-"

"No." you said and it came out broken. Jason looked up at you, you weren't playing with his hair anymore, you were crying. He tried to reach up and your tears away but you pushed away his hand. He hadn't meant to upset you, he didn't mean it. Well, he did but he wasn't going to, not when you still cared for him. You were what he was living for. "No, you can't do that Jay"

He again tries to wipe your tears and this time you let him, he sits up and kisses your forehead wishing he had never said anything. You were his world and all he could ever ask for. Without you, who would be there for him after a bad run on patrol? or when his nightmares would start coming back? Deep down Jason Todd is scared of living, he's scared of living without you. "I won't sweetheart, I won't, I promise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said any of that"

Now he's holding you and rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. The two of you fell back into your comfortable silence, while Jason made himself comfortable again laying his head on your lap. He hates seeing you that way, with that look of fear and worry. He never wanted to cause it. He wanted to say something but all those hours of patrol and working overtime finally caught up to him. He thought he'd just take a nap, he didn't want to burden you with how heavy he was, lying on his lap but he couldn't help you, your lap was so comfy.

For a while, you watched Jason and didn't know why you were. He said he wouldn't hurt himself, he promised. Still, you were scared because of the way he talked about it...it was clear it wasn't the first time. You knew he had fallen asleep, his tell was that his breathing had slowed. You picked that up when he started coming over early in that morning to nap with you. Jason was only ever truly calm when was he asleep with you.

Watching him like this felt natural like you had to do this. You knew he was serious about killing himself and you just couldn't imagine a life with him, without Jason. Gently you caressed his sleeping face, admiring how handsome he was. The things that happened to him, you knew they affected him but you didn't want to think he'd go as far as to…no you couldn't think of it.

You leaned your own body back on the couch and tried to relax. You'd stay all night with him if you had to, you'd make sure he was safe. You weekend a vigilante like him, you couldn't fight and protect him from villains but you could protect him from himself. It probably seems crazy that you want to protect Jason Todd from himself but it's all you know how to do. You're not completely sure if Jason loves you but you know that you love him.

"I will always be with you, I'm yours Jay, I'm with you" you whisper sweetly against his forehead, before planting a soft kiss. You watch him all night and he sleeps quietly and hopefully comfortably with his head resting on your lap. You didn't work the next day and you had stayed up all night before, this wouldn't be difficult for you.

Even if it was, it was for Jason and he was always worth any trouble. You wish you could tell him that but that's a conversation for another time, for now, you just want to make sure he is still alive every morning.

When Jason Todd wakes up the following morning, you're drinking what he thinks is probably coffee and reading a book. His eyes fixate on you and he reaches up to brush his hand against your face, you smile at the soft touch. HE lets out a yawn and finally speaks up, "Whatcha doing up so early, princess?"

"Just admiring you Jay"

"M'sorry for sleeping on you, and I'm even more sorry for making you feel upset last night, you're…you're very important to me y/n, and as long as you'll have me, I'll be here"

"And I'm with you, for as long as you'll have me" you say with a smile as you hand him the rest of your coffee. He drank the rest before gently pressing a kiss to your lips. Another reassure of his love

Jason Todd was yours for a lifetime and you were happy with just that.

❥ a/n: sorry this took so long anon! I kept rewriting it because I didn't like how it was going. btw comment to be added to my taglist.

❥ taglist: @meowkn, @nia-jul, @woodenanemone, @millyhelp, @yourlocalcringydaydreamer, @kazzattack, @orchidsangel, @gleasonlovesjasontodd, @jason-anon

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allyeardepression · 13 days

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@jegulus-microfic | april 18 sock | words: 585

tw: slight nfsw, walking in on someone, swearing

“Stop leaving your socks all over the place!” Sirius heard from the first floor.

“Stop being a dick; they’re on my side of the room!”

“Oh, trust me, I can be worse!” And then there was a loud thud, probably Regulus throwing something at James to prove that he could indeed be worse.

Sirius sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. It had been like that since the beginning of the holidays, because everyone forgot to rent a place with six rooms instead of five, so that James and Regulus could sleep separately. When the two of them found out, they reacted in two different ways: James didn’t mind (It’s not like we’ll be spending a lot of time here); Regulus, on the other hand, threw a tantrum like a five-year-old (I can’t share a bed with this asshole for the next six weeks). Unfortunately, there was no other way, since neither of them would sacrifice a comfortable bed to sleep on a couch in the living room. So for the past two weeks, all ten of them were doomed to listen to the senseless arguments the two others provided.

They were all getting tired of it—they came to Italy to rest, not to feel like children while their parents were getting divorced.

“I swear to god, if they don’t stop until tomorrow, at least one of them won’t come back to London,” Barty grumbled, handing a cup of orange juice to each one of his boyfriends. The girls hummed in agreement.

They sat at the big table in the kitchen, having breakfast. Dorcas and Marlene listed all the places they could go to today, while Lily and Pandora were serving more pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“I think the gallery and chapel sound the best,” commented Mary, throwing a grape at Peter, which he caught with his teeth.

After that, they sat in a comfortable silence, chewing on their respective meals.

The silence was almost… too comfortable.

“Do you think they killed each other?” Sirius asked, breaking the moment of peace.

“Who cares? At least they’re quiet,” Evan replied, shoving another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

Sirius turned to Remus, starting a silent conversation. After a few seconds, his boyfriend nodded and stood up, with Sirius following suit. They went upstairs, stopping in front of blue door. From behind them came quiet gasps and muffled words neither of them could understand.

The black-haired man knocked at the door gently. “Reggie? Prongs? Are you guys okay?” When, after nearly a minute, there was still no answer, he decided to enter the room.

“Guys, are you—what the fuck?” He was expecting everything: blood all over the place, black eyes, broken bones, shattered windows—everything except James holding one hand on Regulus’ throat, the other on his dick, his own probably inside Sirius' little brother.

All four of them froze, staring at each other with wide eyes, until the youngest finally grabbed the blanket laid in front of him, covering himself and James.

“Why the fuck would you come in without being allowed?” Regulus hissed.

“We thought you were dead,” Sirius answered, unnaturally calm. “I just wanted to check if you were alright.”

“Well, you know now, so get out,” the younger Black replied, making a dismissive gesture with his free hand. Sirius didn’t need much convincing to do so.

When Remus closed the door behind them, the shorter man turned to him.

“You know Moony,” he said, staring blankly. “I think I need to bleach my brain.”

#jegulus #dead gay wizards #starchaser #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #the marauders #marauders #modern au #wolfstar #dorlene #marypandalily #partyvan #forced proximity #holiday #by: allyeardepression #500 words or more

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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omg i love protective batkids do you have anything else for it?

I gotta say; I absolutely adore protective baby Jason Todd. Like literal, actual, 4 year old Jason Todd who's the adorable version of a leech making Bruce's suitors' life hard as hell

But it's so hard to stay mad at the kid; And his brother. And their fairly scary but kind little sister, Cass. Tim is the baby to fear, thought. Those panda onesies are hilariously misleading.

Dick tries (lies) to keep them in line when Bruce has a date, but so far? Mysteriously hasn't worked.

Jason will cling to Bruce's leg, and his damned toddler limbs aren't strong enough to drag him back to the blanket fort he slithered away from, -- but their connection is magnetic;

Jason knows when his Papi isn't there, even half asleep and dozy on warm milk and cocoa biscuits. It's a sudden, quick thing, but it hurts. He's not above crying. " No!"

" Jay, It'll be for a few hours, you'll see me in the morning, --"

" NO!"

"Jason! We don't yell in front of guests!"

Clark Kent is too mousey and too nervous and too much of a teddy bear for all his height. He's never seen someone taller than Bruce! The taller people are, the stronger they are.

This reporter may look nice, but Jason's not buying it. Not even when Clark chuckles and tries to shake his hand and Jason just shrieks, hard, and loud, and faceplants the floor.

"Is he done? I'm trying to watch Scooby-Doo."

Bruce is rubbing his temples like never before, of that, Jason has no doubt, " Not helping, Dickie. And I thought I told you to hold him back because Clark was coming."

Dick is by far the worse one between them; At least when Jason's being bad, he doesn't lie about it, "Did I? Must've forgot. Guess you have to cancel?"

Cass, 6, yawns and wants to be picked up as well, but Jason suspects it's because he wants to get closer to biting range in case this Clark guy gets any fun ideas. It wouldn't be the first time.

Before Bruce can hopefully agree, Clark Kent The Glasses Guy opens his big mouth, and says he'd be more than happy to have a stay in date, " It'd be very cozy. I'm very good at late night snacks."

Papi loves midnight snacks; This guy is a cheater.

Jason raises like he's never been down at all, and clings to Bruce, and makes grabby hands, which Bruce gives him with a sigh, and Dick calls him a spoiled brat, which makes Jason tear up,

" M'not a brat,"

Its not Bruce that comforts him first, but Clark's mellow voice, " Hey. Of course you're not. You love your daddy a whole lot, don't you?"

Jason nods. Of Course. Who wouldn't love Bruce?

" I get it; You just want him to be safe. You held your own pretty hard in there," Clark grins like he approves, and Bruce, teary because Jason was teary, scoffs, wiping his eyes on Jason's fluffy hair,

" Don't encourage him or you'll never have a second date out of here."

" I can't make my pancakes anywhere else, so that works for me. Now. You want ice-cream on there?"

Dick and Jason agree that while Clark Kent is on thin ice, his pancakes sure as hell aren't.

#bruce wayne #asks #dc #dc comics #text #jason todd #text post #batfamily #batfam #gotta feed the superbat girlies #superbat #clark kent #protective jason todd #baby jason todd #baby jason #more baby batkids!!!#batkids

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shotokimchi · 1 year

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When Their S/O Is a Seggs God

MINORS DNI

How would they react if their cute lover was like a succubus in bed LMAO Going through some hard stuff so wanted to drop this here to laugh a little JSDFHSDK-

A/N:Sorry for being inactive y'all i swear I'm not ignoring the requests, just preparing for an important exam this year, but I'll be back around Julyyyy

Little side note: Characters are aged up so don't come at me smh

part2 w/Dabi and Midoriya

Bakugo

So we all know that this man doesn't sleep around randomly. My guy dates the "one" for him he's planning to marry you so if you aren't planning about settling down...

Too bad for you missy (Lemme see your ring finger bitch you gonna get wifed up💍)

After taking you out to meet his parents, this chili oil literally falls in love with you (i mean he already did but when he saw how you treated his momma and papa- boy was CHOKING ON HIS HEART❤️) so he decides to take your relationship to the next level.

Needs and excuse to leave early so literally tells his parents that he has a bad case of diarrhea ( Do ya'll know that video LMAO) and drags you out to his car

Lemme tell you he ran over at least 5 red lights just to have sex with you-

And you are just confused about why he's suddenly acting like a rabid dog i mean he's always acting like one but this time-

"Suki, why is your mouth foaming?"

On the way to your apartment, you had an inner conflict about actually taking him to a vet, you aint planning on telling him that tho.

After finally throwing you onto the shared bed like a sack of flour mf flies for a second in the air like a bloodthirsty mosquito- (the only difference is he's thirsty for the ✨All-mighty pussy juice✨)

Dw tho man asks for your consent because he loves you a lot and doesn't want your first time to be scary and all-

Wait did i say first time?

YES MF THINKS YOU'RE A VIRGIN- but guess what he's about to find out...

Before he can start kissing you, you push him onto his back and rip off his pants and leave a small peck on his lips before riding him like you are in a horse race- Good news gurl you are about to win, no one can compare

Poor man is speechless bc you are literally singing on his dick like you are the headliner in a choir...

And while you are singing you are rhythmically bouncing too LMAO

IM👏GONNA👏PUMP👏EVERY👏SINGLE👏DROP👏OUT👏OF👏YOU

He aint scared no he just swallowed his tongue by accident- cuz you know...

HIS GIRL IS LITERALLY DOING THE DUCK WALK ON HIS DICK (🦆🦆🦆)

WALK THAT FUCKING DUCK Y/N QUACK QUACK QUACK

He decides to grab your hips to slow you down a little bc you are causing an earthquake with a magnitude of 6.9

but instead of slowing you down now you are making him jump on the bed with you too LMAOAOAOAOAO- imagine someone breaking in and seeing two floating figures on the bed

He's like "SLOW DOWN Y/N-"

But nuh uh you are too caught up in your own horny world so you continue to milk him (Fr tho calm down queen aren't those legs tired?🦵)

After cumming for the 5th time he tapped out LMAO-

You gave him a concussion bc of making him bounce for too long KSJFHJSDKFGSDKJHSD- POOR KATSUKI

He was laying there, unconscious with drool dripping down his mouth and it took you three full minutes to realise that he passed out (OMG I'm gone-)

Fly high Katsuki Bakugo 🕊️🕊️

Dw tho you made sure to pamper him the morning after, bringing him a breakfast tray filled with pancakes and a cup of coffee. A cute innocent smile plastered on your face

"Morning, baby!"

Needless to say, he was shocked ( pretty sure he thinks it was the hottest night ever but doesn't wanna hurt his own pride by telling you that)

"WHAT HAPPENED-"

Todoroki

BAHAHAHA OMG OK LISTEN-

So both of you are lovebirds obv because Todoroki would be the most caring boyfriend ever (i'll fight you about this one 🥊🥊🥊) so its impossible not to be in love with him

So pretty baby thinks it's going to be all about kisses, vanilla, sweet loving, him showing how much he cares about you etc.

AND HE IS A VIRGIN

Todoroki being a virgin is such a turn on he trusts you enough to give his first time to you (aw❤️🤍)

...but you didnt know that he was a virgin

I mean come on look at him how can he be a virgin while looking THAT PRETTY

So one time, while you guys were chilling on the couch watching Titanic and snacking on some strawberries together he decides to make the first move and gently holds your hand while whispering sweet things to your ear and then you hear the magical word (open sesame zimzalabim this coochie 🔮)

"Y/n, I wanna do it."

BIG MISTAKE SHOTO VERY BIG- So being the horny queen you are the wicked horny grin makes its way to your lips and baby is concerned Before he can say anything you immediately grab a strawberry and stuff it into his mouth and quickly try to get him off of his sweatpants

Then you work your magic on him by giving him the best and first head of his life ✨ and trust me he is enjoying it very much

Mmmm yes that famous glock glock 60000 GOBBLE UP BABES don't let em Santa Claus looking pubic hair get into your nose tho🎅

Pretty moans were filling the living room while his fingers lock with yours

But the baby was too lost in his own pleasure so he accidentally bit the strawberry and took it out of his mouth

But you noticed so you grabbed a new one and harshly shoved it into his mouth

"Dont. swallow. the. strawberry."

Babies eyes went wide

YOU SCARED HIM

AND IT WAS HIS FIRST TIME TOO

he %100 looked like this-

So now he was drowning in his own pool of saliva trying not to bite into the strawberry while his eyes were rolling at the back of his head (bc of your amazing tongue skills)

Spot the difference between your mouth and a vacuum cleaner

NONE

When i tell you, you were sucking him DRY

like the next Todoroki generation got to the point of extinction

at this point he was trying to pry you off of his dick bc the overstimulation was TOO much lolol

Poor baby accidentally covered the couch with small burns

when you lifted your head to check up on him you were met with a sobbing Shoto

BOY WAS GASPING

Literally thought of bringing him an oxygen tank but decided against it bc he calmed down after receiving your loving kisses You layed his head on your chest while combing through his locks with your fingers, you made sure to give him a great aftercare

"Are first times are this rough?"

You choked on Casper the ghosts dick

"WHAT-" Literally mourned for two hours bc of treating him so roughly LMAO

A/N: I'm done- sorry for the typos if i have any, i was too lazy to edit :p

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t4tmagicians · 11 months

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"Am I too dark?" Dick asks, at age eight. He's in the first design of what will be his Robin costume, it's barely more than his old circus leotard with a cape stitched onto the shoulders.

Bruce pauses, his hands full of rough, thick fabric. Dick is looking at the mirror they dragged down to the Cave together - it's really starting to look like somewhere lived in, instead of a messy collection of scaffolding and computer screens. He's not glaring at his reflection like he's displeased, it's a softer, almost tired looking expression.

"Too dark for what?" He asks, because he has an idea, but Alfred had reminded him that Dick was struggling with direct communication and Bruce would need to tempt out his feelings.

"To be rich. Cause I am now, kinda." Dick says, like it's obvious. He's giving Bruce a confused look, or at least, he might be. His eyebrows hadn't fully grown in yet, and it was a little hard to figure out his expressions.

"No." Bruce says, pulling a row of stitches tighter. "You're not too dark. You don't look much darker than me." He's a bit unsure on the R emblem on the chest, but Dick had been very insistent on it.

"It's different. I don't -" He makes a frustrated sound. "I don't know why I'm dark. I look like you, but wrong." He says simply, and runs a finger down his nose, frowning.

"You're not wrong." Bruce says, because it's true, and it's the only thing he can think of. "Not for how you look."

"I'm hungry. Can we ask Alfred for pancakes?" Dick says, and that conversation is over.

"Chavvi." Dick, age ten, says quietly, as Bruce runs a brush through his dark curls.

"Chavy?" Bruce repeats, wincing as he slowly unpicks a knot with his hands - his hair was getting long now, he might want to suggest a haircut soon.

"You're saying it wrong." He corrects. "Chavvi. It's what mom called me. I think it means kid." He wiggles in the too big chair, and Bruce has to hold his head still to make sure he doesn't accidentally rip a chunk of hair out.

"Chavvi. Okay." Bruce says, and after a moment of hesitation, he adds, "My mom called me lovebug."

Dick snorts. "Lovebug. That's silly."

"Yeah," Bruce looks up at the portrait of his mother and father hanging over the fireplace, and doesn't resist the small smile on his face. "It is silly."

"Are you sure?" Stephanie Brown, age fourteen, asks in hushed tones. She's pulling her hair back from her face, and staring at the old mirror in the Batcave that had been there for nearly a decade.

"I can see it." Dick, age twenty, says, leaning over her shoulder. "It's in the cheekbones. See?" He pokes his own, before poking Stephanie's until she giggles, and Bruce has to remind them to get ready for their mission.

"Come on, chavvi." Dick says, ushering Stephanie along. Bruce makes an additional note to Steph's file that night - ethnicity, white (British-Irish) and roma.

"Am I too dark for you?" Damian, age ten, snaps, and it's like Bruce is twenty years younger, and the Batcave was only a tiny corner of what it was now, and Bruce wasn't sure how to love a son.

"No." He says, firmly. Because Damian isn't. Later, Dick, age twenty-two, is found fussing over Damian's skin, claiming to care about his scars and their healing alone, but Bruce can see the small, eight year old boy inside of him stood at a mirror and asking, am I too dark?, in every soft swipe of a thumb of Damian's warm brown skin.

Duke, age sixteen, takes to the family quickly. Dick goes to ruffle his hair, before realising it's too short. He settles for an awkward headpat instead, which makes Tim laugh.

After a few night shifts, Duke looks at a mirror, and grimaces. "Am I getting paler?"

"Comes with the territory." Stephanie, age eighteen, explains. "I promise, I'm not this white naturally."

It's true, Stephanie browns - pun not intended - easily in the sun.

"Gross." Duke says, and Dick and Stephanie nod in agreement.

Summer is sweltering, and Dick is darker than ever. He looks in a mirror, and to Bruce, and smiles brightly. "We need to get you a tan, old man. You're too pale."

"I could stand to be a little darker." He agrees, and he feels a little more full inside.

#pushing my romani steph agenda #dc #dick grayson #nightwing #romani #romani character #romani dick grayson #bruce wayne #dc fic #damian wayne #duke thomas

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arzuera · 10 months

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Damian walked into the dining room where a few of his siblings and his father had already gathered for breakfast. In a slightly robotic movement, he headed over to his designated spot at the table and sat down. Bruce took a sip of his coffee while Dick yawned in his normal over exaggerated way. It was kind of surprising that he wasn’t face first in his cereal yet. Duke sat next to him, not fully awake himself though he was at least able to get a forkful of eggs to his mouth. Small victories. Damian sat in his chair, and Alfred brought him his breakfast of pancakes made of oat flour and almond milk. Setting a small dish of bananas and peanut butter next to it, along with a small syrup dispenser.

“Good morning, Damian,” Bruce said as he took a bite of his own breakfast.

“Morning, Father. Pennyworth.” The boy replied, and he also received a wave in greeting from Duke and a cut-off greeting from Dick as he yawned again.

“Good morning, Master Damian. I do hope you enjoy your breakfast. I made sure to make them with your favorite almond milk.” Alfred said kindly before heading back into the kitchen to finish preparing food for those who weren’t up yet.

Damian idly played with his food for a few minutes. Using a knife to put peanut butter on the pancakes or taking a bite of banana. Nervousness bubbled under the surface of his stoic demeanor. He could do this. It wouldn’t go wrong. He looked up to his two adopted brothers and his father, who wasn’t really paying him any mind. “I am… courting someone,” Damian said, watching as Dick and Duke’s heads whipped up, and Bruce looked at him with a soft smile on his face.

“Congratulations. That’s wonderful, Damian.” His father said with a warmth that didn’t always manage to reach his voice but this time it had. Duke let out a cheer and Dick was wiping a fake tear from his eye.

Seeing the positive response from his family, Damian continued. “I don’t know if we’re compatible yet. I just like him a lot and, physically, he’s very nice to touch.” Duke snorted a bit and Dick managed to keep a smile on his face without laughing as Damian kept talking. “I bought him a keychain. And a bracelet. Also, I’m going to drag him to a fair with local small business owners. The small one that is being held right outside of town.”

“As long as you are safe, having fun, and enjoying being with him, then you have my approval,” Bruce stated taking another sip of his coffee. Giving his son a proud look. “Small fairs are the best.”

Damian’s lips quirked up a small it in a rare smile. “He’s so cute. And works with small animals so we can bond about that too.”

Dick leaned forward onto the table with his elbows. “I’m glad you are having fun.”

“A fair!” Duke exclaimed with a big smile on his face. “With local small business owners. That’s the peak of romance oh my lord…” he fell back in his chair, fanning his face playfully, and Dick lightly knocked the younger boy’s shoulder.

“It’s so cute and romantic.” Dick agreed with Duke, taking a bite of his cereal and not missing this time since he was now fully awake.

Damian felt himself buzzing in excitement. His family doesn’t even know the boy’s name and they already approved. He looked up at them fully, his breakfast completely forgotten. “He promised to show me a woman who makes tea blends based on superheroes.” Damian’s normally monotone voice had an excited lilt to it that brought everyone in the current room into soft smiles.

“My best wishes on this romantic endeavor, baby bat,” Duke said with a twirl of his fork in the air.

“We both have a slight obsession with tea.” Damian continued on almost bouncing in his seat from all of the positive energy he was feeling.

“Oh my god.” Dick said at the same time that Duke replied “Oh my lord…”

“Keep him!” Dick exclaimed, standing up abruptly while brandishing his spoon at his little brother. “Even if only as a friend.”

Damian hummed in thought for a moment. “It’s more of a platonic one. I am aromantic after all.”

“Courting endeavor then,” Dick replied with a shrug not worried about the semantics and just happy his brother was happy. A smirk formed on his face as he said, “Damian, the aromantic, going on the most romantic date ever.”

Now that Damian thought about it, it really was kind of romantic, wasn’t it? “Should I tell him it’s a date? Should I?” he asked looking to his brothers and father for guidance before looking down at his pancakes. “Maybe not… I’m still feeling our relationship out…”

“DOES HE NOT KNOW IT’S A DATE? HE’S TAKING YOU TO SEE THE SUPERHERO TEA LADY?!” Dick exclaimed in slight disbelief and Bruce chuckled behind his mug. He leaned toward his little brother as close as the table would allow him to do. “Damian, is it a date? Because it sounds like a date.”

“Listen, the first time we went out, Danny bought me an iced tea on his insistence.” Damian rolled his eyes as he replied to his enthusiastic older brother. “Then brought me into a secret basement vinyl shop and let me place my chin on his shoulder. As in, I was fully pressed up against his back and watched him browse said vinyl.”

Dick stared at his little brother. “I think you have a boyfriend, baby bat.”

“Tt.” Damian tsked a bit and looked away from Dick. “I do not. I have only seen him once face to face. He has stated that he has never had a relationship, and I do not wish to make him uncomfortable by springing this upon him.”

“Do you talk on the phone or online? Because that definitely counts.” Dick asked, putting his head in his hands as he continued to look starry-eyed at his little brother.

“Yes but only after we met in person.”

“How did you two meet?” Bruce asked, taking the opportunity to chime in and learn more about the boy that Damian was interested in.

Damian pulled out his phone and scrolled until he found out what he was looking for. “There is a chat for trans people in Gotham, and occasionally, I will join in asking if anyone wishes to do activities together. Several people will then reply at once. That is how we met.”

Dick moved to sit properly in his chair after getting a stern look from Alfred. His pout turned into a thoughtful look as he rolled over Damian’s words in his head. “And on your first meeting, he bought you tea, and y’all cuddled up in a basement vinyl shop while looking at records together?”

“Mmm yes.” Damian nodded his head as he recounted the encounter in his head. “And he walked me to my designated safe drop-off and hugged me goodbye. He also hugged me hello, as well.”

“Was anyone else there?”

“For a brief period of time, yes. Others popped in after tea and hung around for about 40 minutes and then went their own way.”

Dick was vibrating in his seat, and it was obvious he was trying to contain it. “I’m trying not to get too excited about all the hugging because hugs entirely depend on the culture people grew up with, and one might see it one way but not another.”

“I am trying to be better with physical affection, but a lot of people aren’t so comfortable with me on the first try.” Damian had come a long way from the angry assassin child his mother had dropped off. “He was, though. That’s why I’m happy too.”

Duke chuckled. “Okay. Do you like him?”

“I do enjoy his company so yes. I do like him.”

Bruce cleared his throat when he saw the slight moment where there was hesitation on Damian’s face. Getting his children’s attention effortlessly. He turned his full attention to Damian as he set his mug down. “You don’t have to date Danny or label anything if you don’t want to. Just hang out and have a good time.”

Damian nodded his head briskly and quickly looked back to his breakfast with a secretive smile. “Yes. Thank you, Father. I will.”

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The dialog was done by 4 peeps in the batpham server with the one as damian being gay motherfucker.

These peeps are cute ya'll

#dpxdc #dcxdp #damian wayne #dick grayson #trans damian #trans danny #trans for all!!#bruce wayne #duke thomas

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marshmallow-rainbow139 · 10 months

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Why are we here, Dickie?

Summary: Bruce is looking for Dick and Anne. He should have know the first place to look at.

Word Count: 528

Genre: Fluff, Family fluff

AO3

Bruce let out a frustrated sigh when he couldn’t find where Anne and Dick were.

He admits it. The gala was boring, but at least he always had Anne on his side to make it bearable. After all, she’s a natural social butterfly and can lead a good conversation. This event was also Dick’s first public event as the new ward of Bruce Wayne and his partner, Anne. The boy had been excited for it. His time in the circus made him used to having a lot of eyes on him.

He went to the entrance. Maybe they went there to get away from the loud noise, but they were not there either.

Where the heck were they?

"Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce turns and sees the coat lady.

"Yes?"

"Your wife told me to tell you that she and your son were going to the diner down the street."

Bruce blinks and then chuckles. "Of course, they’re there!" He takes out his ticket from his back pocket. "Please bring me my coat."

Once he’s outside and the cold air hits him in the face, he realizes that he didn’t correct the coat lady about the relationship between him and Anne and Dick, but part of him doesn’t care.

He sees them through the window of the dinner and smiles.

It's a funny sight to see.

A woman dressed so classily and a boy in a fancy tuxedo eating side by side bacon, eggs, and pancakes while drinking milkshakes

The bells ring when he comes. Anne looks up and laughs. Dick sees him.

"Oh, hey, Big B!" He said it with a mouth full of pancakes.

"I was wondering where you two were." He said he was sliding into the booth. "Why are you two here?"

Anne hummed and looked at Dick.

Dickie, why are we here?" She asked with humor in her voice.

"Because the gala was boring, and the food sucked!" He said.

She looked at Bruce.

"Because the gala was boring, and the food sucked!" She repeated.

Bruce smiled.

"I agree, but why didn’t you call me and let me come with you two?"

Anne looked at Dick.

"Why didn’t we tell Bruce, Dickie?"

"Because he dragged us there and he should stay there with the boring people!"

She looked at him again.

"Because you dragged us there and you should stay there with the boring people!"

Bruce watched them with amusement. He couldn’t and wouldn’t lie. Anne and Dick entering his life have been the best things that have happened to him in a long time. They make him smile so easily. They make him feel warm.

"Well! I already showed up and talked to everyone at the event. I guess I could enjoy some really good food. After all, I deserve it after going through so many boring people, don’t I?"

It was Dick’s turn to ask the questions.

"Mamma Anne, should we let Big B join us?"

Anne pouted and moved her head from side to side while humming. Then she smiled. "Yes! He can join us!"

Bruce chuckled. "All right then," He calls out to the waitress. "I will have what they’re having."

#batman #batfamily #bruce wayne x oc #Anne Wayne

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vigilvntes · 1 year

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Consider your last post (Battison and Dick) but with!! Mom!r!!!

• Making Dick breakfast every morning for the first few weeks, even if he doesn’t eat it. Bruce reminds you he just needs time, but you already love him so much.

• A companion shot to the one of Battison and Dick, but it’s you and Dick going to get ice cream at 2am (Bruce nearly has a heart attack)

• Matching pjs for the family!!! (Dick almost sticks a photo of them on his poster but decides that he doesn’t want to share it) ((he keeps it in his lil wallet and takes it out during the day when he gets sad))

• Glam photos of every gala!!! The fruit snacks you keep in your clutch for your boys!!!

STOP IT IM GOING TO THROW UP I NEED BATTINSON AND DICK GRAYSON TOGETHER IMMEDIATELY AND I NEED TO BE A WIFE AND A MOTHER!!!! like battinson having a canonical parental instinct just makes me so!!!!! like i DIED when he threw himself right in front of a moving car to get the mayor's kid to safety i PASSED AWAY THEN AND THERE I NEED MORE OF IT

but like. mom!reader who's NOT great at cooking and dick making pancakes together.... like you've been trying out different breakfast foods for weeks, seeing what he likes and what he doesn't like and you celebrate every single time he eats at least one thing on the plate but one morning you get up a little earlier than usual and prepare the kitchen with all the ingredients and all the things you might need to make pancakes. you hear his quiet little footsteps creeping into the kitchen and you ask him if he wants to help you make pancakes and he's still kinda shy but he nods his head anyway because he's a kid and my god does he want pancakes!!!! so you put a little chefs hat you bought specifically for him on his head and address him as "chef" the whole time. neither of you know how to make pancakes but fuck it we ball!!! he's still kinda quiet at first but after a while he relaxes into it and actually gets kinda bossy/cheeky. so you jokingly throw a blueberry at him. then he throws a strawberry at you. so you throw one back. and then he blows flour in your face. and then it's WAR. food fight commences. he's giggling and screaming, chasing you around the kitchen and eventually you drop down on to your knees in surrender and tell him that he's won, and that he's the lord of the food fights.

eventually the two of you get back to making pancakes because you're HUNGRY so why not finish the job??? and it just. it goes so bad. so so wrong. almost all of them stick to the pan. they look like SCRAMBLED EGGS. just mushed together. BUT eventually you get a perfect pancake. and then another, and then another. and it's all going well. until you ask dick if he wants to try and flip the pancake, and he flips it so hard he almost throws the fucking pan at the ceiling. and now there's a pancake stuck up there. you just look at him and say "i won't tell him about the pancake if you don't tell him i started the food fight". bruce emerges eventually, and he says nothing about the state of the kitchen, or the fact that you're both covered in flour and syrup and there's a strawberry stuck in dick's hair, he's just happy to see him with a massive grin on his face as he digs into a huge stack of pancakes covered in syrup and cream and strawberries. but then he looks up and he's just slowly states "there's a pancake stuck to the ceiling". and you and dick just look at each other, then back at bruce, and then you both deny it.

"i can see it"

"no you can't"

"it's right there, i–"

"dick, do you see a pancake up there?"

(dick, without even looking up) "nope!"

"see? you're crazy"

".....alright"

families who gaslight batman together, stay together!!!!!

and mom!reader and dick grayson eating ice cream together at 2am... but it's bruce's ice cream. because you cannot tell me that man doesn't have a sweet tooth. you tell dick it's fine and he won't mind if you sneak down to the kitchen, dig through the freezer (because you KNOW he hides it) and just have a little bit because a few spoonfuls couldn't hurt?? and then you eat the whole tub. and from that day on bruce buys ice cream for himself and a whole extra tub for you and dick to steal at 2am (even though he'll probably try and put a ban on ice cream after 10pm)

i just. sighs. i need this so bad. maybe i'll write something when i'm finished up w my current wips!!!!

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking #batfam #bruce wayne #battinson #dick grayson #bruce wayne x reader

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noxsoulmate · 4 months

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Ohh

Chef/Firefighter AU &

Driving home for Christmas sequel!

Hi my friend 🥰 sure thing!

Chef/Firefighter AU

Ah, yes, the fic I've had in my drafts forever now 😅 I think I've shared so many snippets of it by now, I'm not even sure what to share anymore that will be new... but here's what it's about: In this fic, Carlos is a chef who thinks he's too busy for a real relationship - which fits TK just fine because he's the normal season 1 TK we know and love. So the two idiots start a friends-with-benefits-thing, thinking neither of them will catch any feelings... silly boys 😂 the fic itself is set around the time of the wildfires in early season 2, I'm just putting them closer to Austin and making them last far, far longer. Which leads to the fact that the Austin firefighters are advised to drive back home to rest every other day... only that TK ends up at Carlos' place and this is the next morning...

They enjoy the first few sips of coffee in silence, shoulders brushing and feet knocking against each other, easily, like a little game of footsies.

“I’m really sorry for last night.”

Carlos frowns and looks over at TK, who’s staring into his mug now.

“What?”

“Showing up at your building like that… unannounced and for no other reason than crashing here, I’m really sorry.”

“TK, no. What are you talking about? Why would you be sorry?”

TK gazes up at him, looking a bit sheepish. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?! What– no. Would someone who’s mad make you this kind of breakfast?” he asks, pointing at the tray.

TK follows the direction and it’s as if his brain suddenly stops, at least Carlos is sure that’s what he’s seeing. He also imagines the guy starting to salivate and as if on command, his stomach rumbles. Laughing a little, Carlos puts his coffee aside and then pulls the tray into his lap. He doesn’t even have to tell TK to eat, the guy reaching for the first pancake before Carlos even lets go of the tray, quite literally stuffing it into his mouth.

“I swear, I will so start preparing lunch packets for you,” he murmurs, loud enough for TK to hear, then takes one of the waffles and adds Nutella and strawberries to it. “Care to tell me why you thought I would be mad?”

I swear, it took so long to answer this because I couldn't decide on which part to share 😅 I really have to make sure to finish this soon so I can start posting...

Driving Home for Christmas sequel!

Well, yeah, it's exactly what it says 😅 some lovely people asked if I would consider writing a sequel for Driving Home for Christmas and I might've started working on something... it's not much yet, I don't have more than a loose concept, but I'm somewhat hoping for a prompt list for Valentine's to maybe write this fic the same way the other happened... but yeah, I do hope it will be ready for Valentine's 🥰 and here's a snippet from the beginning (again under the cut for NSFW reasons)

“What’s going on? Did you forget something at my place?”

“No, but guess what I’m holding in my hand.”

“TK,” Carlos warns. “If you’re about to tell me it’s your dick and this is your idea of goading me into phone sex while I’m on my way to work…”

Chuckling, TK drops the invitation back on the stack of mail as he moves over to the fridge. “Then what?” he asks innocently as he gets out a bottle of mineral water. “What would you do about it, Officer?”

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m the worst? Hey, your mind went straight to my dick and phone sex,” TK laughs, putting the phone on speaker so he can unscrew the bottle. “I’m still sated from our round this morning – sorry if it wasn’t as satisfying for you.”

“Oh, it definitely was,” Carlos replies lewdly.

If anyone knows of any Valentine's prompt list, please send it my way 😉 or, you know... how about if you read this and if you want to, send me an ask called "Valentine's prompt" and then add a random (but fitting) word or two to it? We'll see, maybe I get inspired 😁

Join the WIP game 🥰

#tarlos #911 lone star #noxy writes #wip game #feel free to send me asks

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arkhamsrevenge · 1 year

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The Witness pt 2

Jason stared at Y/N for a second.

"You stole his black book? How?"

Y/N continued to eat her chicken.

"My dad had it before he uh..." Jason understood. Thomas Elliot the famed doctor had fallen from grace and ended up in Arkham. Elliot entrusted the black book to his daughter thinking it would keep her safe...it had the total opposite affect obviously. The book didn't protect Y/N from Falcon, it only made her a target. "When I realized Falcon would come after me I ran into the Bloodhaven police department. But I soon realized there were to many on his pay role. One of them tried to kill me himself. He would have succeeded if Dick didn't step in." Jason didn't know how react. Dick told him very little about his friend from Bloodhaven even when they all went out to eat. "We hopped from safe house to safe house for a week after that. In 3 days in the trial...i just gotta make it till then." Jason wouldn't say much but Red Hood would make up for that afterwards. Flirting with her in alleys, walking her home etc.

"Don't worry about it Doll" He'd always say after Y/N was safe at home. Jason wasn't great expression himself. His temper has a small fuse and because of that he's afraid of trying to get into a relationship with someone. But Y/N? She doesn't look at him like she pities him. She looks at him normally and in her presents he feel normal. "Did I freak you out?" Y/N voice sounded worried. Jason realized he hadn't said anything since she briefly spilled her guts to him.

"No. I just get in my head sometimes." Jason explained quickly. Y/N nodded. She got ready to pock up her plate when Jason intercepted, brushing his hand over hers. Jason's breath caught in his throat. "Do you want me to turn up the heat?" Y/N brow furrowed. "You're hands are ice cold...like dead person cold." Y/N huffed out a laugh.

"How would you know what dead body cold is?" Jason swallowed roughly.

"I can guess..." Y/N hummed.

"Whay do they say? Cold hands, warm heart?" Jason snorted.

"This is beyond cold. Are you sure you don't want the heat up?" Y/N nodded as Jason took the plate from her.

"You've have a rough week. Go get some sleep, I'll be out here watching for anything. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek.

"We can take turns in watch so you can sleep too." Jason waved her off.

"I don't sleep much." Y/N gave him a sad smiling knowing the feeling.

"Neither do I." Jason looked over his shoulder just Y/N disappearing inti her room. He took a deep breath and started to wash the dishes.

Jason woke up to the smell of tea and waffles. Or was it pancakes? He didn't care, the smell made him hungry. Jason opened his eyes to see Y/N in the kitchen area finishing off the rest of the pancake batter, making one more pancake. She had already set out syrup, staraberried and whipped cream to go this them. Jason felt his face getting hot. Even though she was I a baggy tshirt and sweatpants, he thought she looked radiant. Her hair was back in a sloppy braid, hair still loose in random strings framing her face. She turned to Jason and smiled.

"Hey. I made breakfast." Jason pushed himself off the couch and stretched.

"Thanks. Smells good." Y/N made a plate of good for Jason and placed it on the table. Jason, happy to eat a home cooked breakfast, scoffed the pancakes down with a few strawberries and some OJ.

An hour later Jason found Y/N asleep on top of her bed. He figured she probably didn't sleep last night. He understood...Falcon's after her, she probably hasn't slept well in at least a week and a half. Exhaustion was the only thing putting her to sleep. He closed the door quietly and sat on the living room couch where he woke up this morning. Jason pulled his computer out and started to do research on the Elliots and Falcons. Maybe he could...Red Hood could dig up something that would be helpful or at least a little black mail to get Falcon off Y/N back for a little bit. As Jason combed through data and article after article he was about to say, fuck it, and call it a day until he came across some Intel he wasn't expecting. He's heart dropped when he saw it. Thomas Elliot had escaped this morning, which means he's going to try to find his daughter. Jason didn't blame the man for wanting to make sure his daughter was safe. He probably saw the report Vicky Vale had done last night. Jason crused. Elliot might accidentally lead Falcon right to his daughter.

"Hey you ok?" Jason jumped at the quiet voice behind him. He spun around to see Y/N.

"Yeah but you should sit down." Y/N blinked and did what Jason said. She sat next to him looking very concerned. Jason took a deep breath and started.

"Your father escaped this morning." Y/N eyes widened.

"That..that's not surprising. He never stayed in one place very long. We're in Bloodhaven not Gotham....he'll figure that out soon. What should we do? I can't just go find him....and he might..." Jason nodded knowing she was on the same page as he was.

"I'll call Dick and tell him we are moving. Let's head to Metropolis for the next 3 days. Falcon won't go into that territory. Lex Luthor will take him visiting as a threat." Y/N took a deep breath and started to get her things.

"Good thing I didn't unpack." She mumbled.

Jason and Y/N arrived in Metropolis the rest of the three days came and went quietly with little to no problems. Jason and Y/N would talk about anything and everything to keep eachothers mind off the trial. Y/N was worried her testimony and evidence would be enough and Jason was worried about Y/N loosing her life. When the day came Officer Richard Grayson escorted Y/N Elliot back to Gotham and to the court house. Jason had followed them to Gotham as Red Hood. He made himself a spot on the court house roof. Listening in, incase something went wrong.

"Ms. Elliot do you swear to tell the whole truth, the full truth and nothing but the truth?" The judge asked. Y/N nodded.

"I do your honor." She squeaked clearly nervous. Jason's eyes didn't leave her, his anxiety was climbing, something in his gut told him there was still something not right. Still the trial continued on with Y/N giving up the black book's location. Telling the judge she didn't trust it not to be stolen. The judge nodded and sent the police to retrieve the book. Jason felt himself starting to breath normally when he heard shots being fired. Jason as Red Hood broke down through the skylight. He couldn't see the gunman but he wasn't worries about that. He needed to find Y/N. Jason's eyes scanned the court room trying to find her.

"Here!" Someone shouted. Jason turned to see a man with bandages on his face beckoning him over. He was hidding on the other side of a door frame. Jason obeyed upon turning the corner to see the man was operating on Y/N. Blood was covering her and Jason felt his heart stop. "She's gonna be ok. But she needs to get away from here." The man said continue to work on the unconscious Y/N. The man seemed know what he was doing as he extracted a bullet in tact from Y/N sternum. Jason dropped to his knees.

"How can I help?" The man waved Jason back.

"By taking her as far from here as possible when I'm done sewing my daughter up." Jason's eyes widened behind his mask.

"Elliot?" The man with bandages shooshed him.

"It's Hush now. Im planning to get revenge on Falcon...and Bruce Wayne as well. I don't my daughter getting into the cross heirs anymore than she already has." Hush said stitching his daughter's sternum shut. He then gave Jason pain pills and antibiotics. "Have her take these. Pain pills once a day and antibiotics twice. She's gonna be weak the first couple weeks but then she'll slowly get her strength back." Jason took the medication. "Here, this is the address to a safe house off the coast of Ethiopia." Jason swollwoed at that name. "Take her there...keep her safe please." Hush begs. "She shouldn't have had to do any of this. When all this is over I'll send a post card from Hawaii. Y/N always wanted to go there. Hush said quietly slowly and carefully moving his daughter to Jason who cautiously picked her up. Hush brushed his daughters hair back and kissed her forehead knowing this was goodbye. Maybe forever. "Go. Now. I'll lead them all away." Hush stood up and ran into the crowd. Jason didn't waste time running out to the court house and down the block he needed to find a car fast. As if his prayers were answered a car pulled up next to him. The driver side window rolled down to reveal Roy Harper. Jason breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get Twitty in the car. We got a plane to catch."

#jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason peter todd #red hood imagine #red hood x y/n #red hood

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kaesficrecarchive · 6 months

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nct dream rarepair masterpost

jaemin x chenle

Casualty of his dreams by rocketlele (1/1 | 9,088 | M)

School is cancelled and single dad Jaemin needs to find someone to take care of his daughter. The only solution being his neighbour, 23 year old Chenle who owns the local tattoo studio and has a crush on the man stood at his door asking for the favour. Cue, bring your neighbours kid to work day.

two-part trust fall by shuijing (1/1 | 65,000 | E)

"So which one is it? Which half of the old married couple?" Chenle asks, shoving a huge piece of pancake into his mouth.

"Which one is what?" Jaemin says, and sips his coffee.

"Which one are you in love with?" Chenle says, and upon seeing the face Jaemin instinctively makes, dumps more salt on the wound. "Don't give me that look. I know when the person I'm hooking up with is thinking of someone else. It's gotta be one of them. So, Mark or Renjun?"

"Neither," Jaemin finally says, though five years ago the answer would have been different. This coffee is too cold—sharply so—for 8am. "Jeno. Jisung's... boyfriend."

Chenle's eyebrows raise together with another forkful of pancake. "Huh," he says. "Not so predictable, then."

jeno x mark

Google: I Think I'm a Pervert by deluluenjenie (Jenaurasaurus) (1/1 | 21,363 | E)

> Google: Can you break up with your dog?

Search Results: What happens to dogs when you break up?

“They could withdraw,” he says, “or it can make them nervous — pacing around, whining, becoming destructive where they hadn't been before.”

It's easy to see it as sadness over the breakup itself, but really, he says, it's a reaction to the change in ambience…

(Life changes after the hypnosis is lifted. Mark... copes.)

renjun x jisung

Perfect by subak_jumokbap (1/1 | 32,940 | T)

“We don’t like each other like that,” Renjun reminds him.

Mark raises an eyebrow challengingly. “You think he’s cute.”

“And hot,” Donghyuck adds.

“Ignoring all of that,” Renjun says flatly, not wanting to give his friends more things to tease him about. He should be allowed at least a tiny piece of pride to hold on to. He shrugs. “We’re just roommates who get along well, that’s all. It’s not unheard of.”

Both Mark and Donghyuck scoff. Renjun doesn’t appreciate it at all.

jaemin x donghyuck

blurry now, but i meant it then by wildnothings (1/1 | 14,465 | M)

When Donghyuck walks into the room, Jaemin realizes he’d sooner face an excruciating death than attempt to start a conversation with his ex-boyfriend. He imagines it would go something like this: Hi. There’s a bunch of power hungry aliens trying to destroy the world as we know it. Red is a good color on you. Is that a new jacket? Also, I think I’m still in love with you.

jeno x dongyuck

but you come over at night, and we practice all the breathing by onceuponalazy (1/1 | 23,817 | E)

Jeno just looks ordinary. His dark blue hair slowly fading back to black as it grows out, wearing athletic shorts and an oversized hoodie that he pulls up and over his head. He’s barefoot, barefaced, with his smile lines on full display. He has surprisingly bony knees. Donghyuck can see the outline of his dick in his shorts. His heart is racing just looking at him. Oh, he’s so fucked.

mark x renjun

fell for your idea of love by renbrulee (1/1 | 26,267 | M)

"Don't you find it ironic?" "What?" "In every other universe Mark Lee has a Renjun Huang, Renjun Huang has a Mark Lee." Renjun lifts his head to meet Mark’s eyes. "Why were we the exception? Why did you and I have to lose ours?" Or Spidermen Mark and Renjun, in every other universe are meant to be together but their own.

#jaemle fic rec #markno fic rec #rensung fic rec #nahyuck fic rec #nohyuck fic rec #markren fic rec #nct dream #masterlist #kae's fic rec #nct dreaml fic rec #jaemin x chenle #mark x jeno #renjun x jisung #jaemin x donghyuck #jeno x donghyuck #jaemin x haechan #jeno x haechan #mark x renjun

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fickleminder · 1 year

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Have you thought of what the aftermath of demons will be demons XOC crossover would be. How would the boys act after the original MC comes back knowing what could happen if they weren’t dicks to her?

DWBD AU here, lesser demons here, MC swap with my F!MC here, and guide to my F!MC here. Enjoy!

Kirana wakes up with a start in a familiar bed and a slightly less familiar room. It looks like hers, but filled with way more trinkets than she ever dared to own and seemingly more lived in.

She doesn’t remember much of what happened, only that there’d been another set of those brothers, who were much nicer and actually wanted her around. Her dear friends had become strangers, but the angels and Solomon were still kind to her.

Where am I now?

Her D.D.D.’s battery is flat, so she plugs it in to charge before wandering downstairs, hoping to find answers (and some food). What she finds instead, is seven demons huddled around the dining table staring at their phones.

Kirana thinks she must have made some kind of noise, because everyone’s heads suddenly turn towards her. There’s a moment of silence, both parties just staring at each other, and then:

“Good morning,” Lucifer greets her carefully, as though speaking to a startled deer. “Did you sleep well?”

“I’m okay!” Kirana squeaks, unused to all the attention. “Um, are you—? Am I—?”

“You’re back,” Satan answers her unspoken question. “I put hellfire spices in your food the first time I made dinner for you. We had super spicy newt pot-au-feu that night.”

“Oh.”

And that’s it. Kirana knows she’s somehow made it back to her own world, which means everything should be back to normal. Well, her normal at least.

So what’s with this sudden pang of disappointment in her chest?

“We saved some pancakes and fruits for you, if you’re hungry,” Beel says.

“If not, that’s fine too.” Mammon huffs and looks away. “It’s not like we made it specially for you or anything.”

Pancakes and fruits actually sound great right about now. Kirana knows the brothers have been trying to get into her good books lately, though the abruptness of it all makes her head spin. Still, she had to give them props for trying.

“Thank you. I’d like some please.” And before she knows it, someone is pulling out a chair for her and pouring her a cup of tea prepared just the way she likes it. A plate of warm, fluffy pancakes is placed in front of her, abundantly decorated with her favorite Devildom fruits.

“By the way, Erkid and Talon stopped by yesterday,” Asmo tells her. “You were out cold for the night so we turned them away, but you might want to let them know you’re back.”

“Thanks Asmo!” Kirana thinks about all the stories she plans to tell them about her time in the other world, oblivious to Asmo lighting up when she called him by his nickname.

“Uh, will you be going out later?” Levi asks. “Like, will you be out late, or—”

“Will you be coming back for dinner?” Belphie gets straight to the point. “It’s okay if you’re not. We just want to know how much to cook.”

“Oh, um, I don’t know yet. Can I get back to you on that?”

“Of course, on your own time,” Lucifer replies smoothly.

Kirana finishes her breakfast and swiftly retreats to her room after washing the dishes, clearly intent on reconnecting with her friends. The brothers watch her go, and only resume their discussion once she’s out of earshot.

“That was good, right? Right?”

“We followed the guide to the letter and the results look promising so far.”

“Of course it worked! She called me Asmo~”

“I haven’t seen her eat this much before. She needs to eat more.”

“Levi, no mind games, remember? Next time just cut to the chase.”

“Ughhh, I totally failed this level…”

Lucifer clears his throat. “We are off to a good start. Remember, do not push. We need to give her time to come to us.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Satan asks, glancing in the direction of her room.

No one has an answer for him.

The night before…

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” Kirana sighs and taps away on her phone. “Alright, I’ve sent you all something that should help.”

Satan studies the attached guide as though it’s going to be on a final exam. “And you have this because…?”

“Barbatos came up with it as a joke. I never thought it’d actually be put to use, but here’s hoping it’ll serve as a good starting point.”

“Thank you. We’ll make sure you— the other you— won’t regret this.”

“You’d better.” She smiles at them. It’s an expression they can only dream of seeing on their version of her, but damn them if they don’t at least try.

Kirana turns to leave, ready to retire for the night, but her steps falter all of a sudden. Her body goes still for a few seconds, and then her knees give way.

Mammon’s already moving when she starts to sway and catches her before she hits the ground, but by then, no amount of shaking or healing spells will rouse her.

#ask #writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me oc #dwbd au

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shycolorstudent · 2 years

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Young Justice Dick Greyson X in danger Civilian reader

SPOILERS for Young Justice seasons 1-4. Also, this is for fun. I don't own anything from Dc. This is just some fun writing!

During this time, Dick struggled to balance his personal life with his hero's life. He’s Nightwing, and balancing university is an even bigger stressor. However, you, as their amazing partner, are very understanding. At this time, you found out Dick was Nightwing/Robin two years ago when he came to date night with a black eye, and well, he ran out of excuses. He couldn’t hide it anymore. You know how dangerous his job can be, and you want to bring up wanting him to take a break. He’s the leader of the team. However, he should step down and take a step back like Wally and Artemis. Your safety is always his biggest concern; however, his biggest fear has come to life he wasn't there to protect you. Kaldur and Artemis are still working undercover, and when they have to make a ploy to break into the hall of justice, you were at the right place wrong time.

-Buzz Buzz-

Dicks alarm rang; you rolled over and clung to his muscular arm. Dick groaned, and usually, he would get up to start his day; however, he hit snooze and turned to look at your face. “Moring.” He said with a smile as he kissed the top of your head. “Don’t remind me.” You said as Dick pulled you up on top of his bare chest. His abs were soft because he wasn’t flexing, and his skin was nice and warm. “I know I didn’t want the sun to rise ehtier.” He showered you with kisses. “So, what's your plan for today?” He asked with a smile. “School, study group, and coming home to an empty bed.” You sighed, and Dick rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry; I’ll make it up, I swear.” For the past week, he has been coming home at 3-5 in the morning, and you couldn’t sleep well for fear Bruce would come to you with bad news. “Do you want me to make it up now?” He asked as he started to look you up and down, his thoughts going to his deepest desires. “You and that dirty mind of yours.” You joked and closed your eyes

After ten minutes of debating, you two should sleep a little or get started with your day. Dick decided to make breakfast. As you prepped the coffee pot, you were slow and deliberate with your movements. Dick flipped the pancakes, and through his peripherals, he noticed, “what’s on your mind?” you froze and stared to read you the way you held the cup meant you were nervous about something. “I can’t hide anything from you.” You liked that he could read you; it made communication easy. “I want to talk.” Dick raised his eyebrow as he poured more batter into the pan “about?” he questioned, “after Kaduar and Artemis's mission… could you step down as leader for at least a semester? I envy Wally’s and Artemis's relationship and don’t ever fake anyone’s death again. It’s starting to weigh on me. I’m tired of lying to Conner, Megan, and Artemis's mother. Plus, Kadar is my closest friend. It hurts hearing people hate him.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as a hug, and Dick turned off the stove and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a warm hug. “I promise I will never fake something like this. But about me stepping down, we have to save that topic for another time. Right now, I’m not ready.” He lifted your chin to meet your eyes. “When can we talk about it?” You asked with a bit of sass. “I don’t know… how about after the Kadar and Artemis mission?” He proposed “the team still needs me, and I can’t leave things half asked.” You nodded your head in response. “I understand it was selfish of me.” Dick kissed the tip of your nose and smiled “it’s not selfish. What your feeling is valid. I would be offended in you didn’t care.”

With that, you were a bit calm. Dick and you ate a warm breakfast and then prepared for the day. Dick wore casual clothes, but under his hero suit, the boom tube was a three-mile walk. So he had to wear something simple as you finished getting dressed; he laid his hands on your hips and pulled you in, giving you a tight hug “Dick?” you questioned. “Sorry, I just wanted to keep you close.

Classes were surprisingly laid back. It could be because midterms were coming up. You sent a text to Dick telling him how classes went, yet again, not a text back. It wouldn’t be till hours later.

Sent at (3:30)

Barbra- “Hey, sorry that this is late. I can’t make it to the study group… some here stuff came up. I’ll make it, I swear!” (Y/n read 3:31)

Y/n- “No sweat, I get it! Be safe. We can reschedule some other time!” (Barbra read 3:31)

It’s always something with heroes. You got it; however, some of you wished they weren’t heroes and ordinary people. As you moped about not seeing Barbra today, another text was sent.

Sent at (3:33)

Tim- “Dicks is mad. It seems like the mission is going overtime. He sent Beast Boy, Blue, and me back to base. He’s dreading letting you know.” (Y/N read at 3:33)

Y/n- “Thanks for letting me know, Tim. Be safe. Hopefully, I can stop by and drag you guys for dinner. You guys must be starving.” (Tim read at 3:34)

Tim-” This is BB and Blue! Please, some were hungry! Please come quick we can see the light. Were about to starve, and only you can tame the anger of Dick Greyson!!.” (Y/n read at 3:35)

You laughed at your phone and started to joke back. “What so funny?” A familiar voice caught your attention. “Conner!” you said with a smile, and Conner smiled back. You showed him the texts, and he chuckled. “I remember when Dick was mad, we would always call you to come over because Dick tried to put on a calm and put-together act. Somethings never change… well, a lot has changed.” He clenched his fist. You reached over and touched his fist to calm him. “I know that out of the four of us; you were close to Kaduar and Artemis. I never asked how you were doing Artemis was like your sister, and now she's gone, and Kaduar he. I just can’t imagine how it impacted you. You know what toll it’s taken on the rest of us. You have probably been taken care of, Dick. Ok, now I’m ranting, but how about we get some coffee from the hall? I have special access.” It killed you to keep up with this act, but it was for the greater good. “I’d like that, Conner.” You and Conner had come a long way before he kept his distance, scared that you would be the only person in the group that hated him, and now he’s one of your greatest friends.

-Dicks POV-

3:34

Y/n is going to kill me; I need somthing grand to make this up to her. The boys were laughing and running around with Tims's phone. “What so funny?” I asked them as I tried to distract myself from the mission. It was a smile to get some info, but it quickly went sideways. “Y/n is coming!” Beast boy said happily. Shit, this was bad Kaduar is coming to make a hostage situation, and there will be a camera so they can’t see her; otherwise, they will be in danger. “Shit!” I thundered, “Oooo BB, you're in hot water!” Blue said as Tim looked worried. “Are you two in a fight?” He questioned with fear in his voice. “No, we're not. I just… they want me to step down for a semester,” I respond without giving away why I don’t want her here. “Oh, have you talked to Bruce about it? He would want to know.” *Boom!* Ah, perfect, it’s Barbra who looks tired from the boom tube. I could just tell her to meet up with her for a bit.

*Crash!* Kaduar is very early. This is not ok Y/n could come here at any minute. Wait a second, and They are in the hall I check my tracker on them. Ok, now it’s time to act my ass off. “Tim!” Barbara yelled as she pulled him to where Beast boy and Blue were at. “Kadar, what are you doing here!” I yelled as his goons blocked the boom tube. Artemis was nowhere to be found. “I’m going to make this friendly and easy, alright. Give me the access code to the hall. Or my partner Tigress will make a mess of things.” Kaduar said with a stern face. Barbra gasped, and I knew precisely why Y/n was in the hall. Oh, fuck me. I had to tell him that Y/n was there.

One of his Goons brought a Tv where it was broadcasting live Tigress in the hall. That glamour charm was working amazingly. The hall wasn’t destroyed yet, but hostages were there, and no Y/n. With each minute, Tigress would threaten a person and destroy something. “Dick, you have to do somthing. We can’t call their bluff.” Barbra said, “Y/n might still be there.” She was right, and I would have to give up the act of “fine it’s.” I gave him the code. “Thank you for the compliance Nightwing,” Kaduar said. To everyone's horror, when the doors opened and Tigress walked down the hall and opened another door, there were Y/n and Conner sipping coffee. “Y/n, stay back!” Conner cried out to her, using his body as a shield. Kaduar looked at me, fearing for the worst. “Nightwing!” Tim yelled, scared for Y/n. “How can you do that to your friend!” BB yelled, “They still say nice things about you even after you killed Artemis!” Blue chimed in the heat of rage. Kaduar grabbed me and threw me into another room “Nightwing!!” The three of them cried out. “Please tell me that Y/n and Conner aren’t there, and that was just a figment my-” I interrupted him and tried to contact Wally to save Y/n. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had listened to me and had done my idea.” Kaduar shook his head. “I don’t want to blow this place up. This was once our home. I-I can’t, Dick.” He sighed. “You have to next time. Stealing something from the Hall of Justice won’t send a clear message; blowing up Mount Justice will.” Kaduar nodded his head and then began to open the door. “Wait… hit me. You gotta make it look like you fought me.”

Once he gave me a good hit, he dragged me out, and to our horror, Conner was on the ground, and Tigress was unconscious, being carried away by one of her goons Y/n had some cuts on their cheek and was on the floor. My blood-boiled Kaduar was frozen in fear. Barbra was fighting back the tears. The boys were in awe, seeing how many hits the Superboy could take. Then one of the Goons hit a-pillars, and the walls started to crumble off and on Y/n. “No!” I yelled so hard that my voice cracked as they flinched and yelled, “Dick, help!” then the live cut off, and I started to run to one of the Boom tubes but was stopped by Kaduar goons. “Stop. We must leave and check on the others. We will have another chance,” Kaduar said as he walked back to his ship. “Sir, should we report this, Y/n? They seem too close to the enemy, and it has affected you and this Dick person who knows he might-” Kaduar turned around and snapped at the man. “There will be no such thing as we drop this right now and never speak of them again. They are dead to me!” It killed him to say that I could tell.

-Y/n POV-

Here I was on the ground feeling guilty seeing my two friends fight. Conner was focusing on trying to shield me. I felt terrible, but what could I do? There's no back door or windows that I escape from. I could see an idea forming in Tigress's eyes as she lunged to grab me. Possibly, she could use me to run, but in truth, to let me escape. However, Conner pulled her away, and in the event, she scratched me across my face and arm. I’m not used to this pain like they are, so when I cried in pain and fell to my knees, Conner snapped and knocked out Tigress, but in trade, she hit him with something so substantial it made him weak and fell to the ground. One of the goons looked around in fear, “fall back!” but before they left, the goon blasted a pillar, and a wall was coming down, and all I could do was say, “Dick, help!”

A gust of wind went by; somehow, I was outside with Conner and in the hands of Wall West AKA, KidFlash. “Wally!” I said, being ever so grateful. He looked panicked, as if he saw a ghost. He gently put me down and said, “I actually made it!” Camera crews started to show up, and Wally took Conner and me to a base where we could get patched up. *Boom!* A Boom tube opened, and Dick ran to me and embraced me. “Dick, I was so scared!” His muscular arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe. “I was too. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, my darling.” He kissed the top of my head and looked at my cuts “it seems like it won’t scar, but the one on your arms might.” Dick said, guilty as he looked at me. “Can we go home?” I asked him, “Yes, and I promise I won’t leave your side.”

Thanks for reading!! Let me know if you want more of this plotline! And if you want to request prompts for Dick x Civilian reader, I'll do my best to make it happen!

#young justice #dick grayson #y/n #nonbinary #gender neutral reader #dc #dc universe #batfam #conner kent #tim drake

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gotatext · 11 months

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JUDE & ANGEL— DAY THIRTY-NINE.

location : kitchen

time : jude and angel talk about the hideaway. after jenny asks jude to be exclusive, he finds himself wondering if she’s too keen.

featuring : angel / @dobits

angel reid

"mmmmmorning," angel sing-songs, physically unable to remove the wide grin from his mouth as he strolls into the kitchen, bushy-tailed and bright eyed. he's still only in his undies, just made a quick stop at the pisser before seeking out judey. he affectionately scruffs the back of his neck as he walks past, trying to play it oh-so cool for as long as possible. "get good sleep?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

jude's in the kitchen, lovingly preparing a granola-yogurt smoothie situation for jenny and a fry up for him (plus an extra few sausages for when jenny inevitably wants one). he's still on a mission to make her a better smoothie than josh had, more out of pride now than any weird paranoia that that's still a thing, focused intently on the sizzle of his pan when angel slides in from behind (cheeky). "alright, mucker? so she took you to the hideaway, then?" jude asks, yet to turn and give angel his full attention. when he does, it's clear from the shit-eating grin on angel's face than they did more than just hash things out. "you dirty fucker." the spatula's already down, heat turned off as jude starts jumping across the kitchen to grab hold of angel's shoulders and make him jump with him. "you got some! second night in a row, bro, you're fuckin' coming for my crown!"

angel reid

there's no shot these two would react to getting laid on the outside as they do in the villa, and it's not helping angel beat the virgin allegations, but as far as he's concerned it's a rite of passage and precisely what he's expecting out of jude. "brooo," angel hypes in a fit of laughter, jumping along with him. his head hangs back in his chuckles, bit bashful. "i thought we were just gonna fight, honestly. like, we were both pretty pissed at each other, but -- dude, oh my god, there's a stripper pole in there." thumb jerks back over his shoulder, a general gesture to the hideaway. the meaning is clear - who can manage a fight in proximity to a pole? then his gaze floats over the counter, jude's morning spread littering the space and angel's mouth quirks with a knowing smile. "for wifey?" a little teasing, he pushes his shoulder into jude's chest. "you guys are really all cuffed up, huh?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“don’t even say that shit, man. i’m so jealous,” jude groans, returning to the hob to flip his eggs, tossing them up like it’s a pancake rather than a fry-up. “jenny’s been hankering for hideaway since the day we coupled up. i’m out here dreaming of the hideaway, bro.” they’re not exactly quiet in the bedroom, but the opportunity to be in a soundproof box stocked like a lovehoney warehouse? nice. “yeah, for wifey. although that shit’s kinda weird right now actually. you’re not gonna believe this right, but jenny kinda asked me to be exclusive.” jude turns off the heat, picks up the pan, and slides the contents of it onto his plate. “and i, like a fuckin’ dick, said no? or at least, not yet. i’m kicking myself about it now, but i feel like it’s the best choice. i don’t want her rushin’ that shit to distract me from the fact that she kissed victoria. that ain’t just a plaster you can slap on and make everything okay.” he’s pretty sure angel and callie are closed off, but it feels different with them, somehow. they haven’t had the same hurdles. “also, we’ve known each other, what, like, ten days? i like her a lot, but it feels a bit keen.”

angel reid

“i’m just glad i got in there before you two freaks,” he says affectionately. angel knows what jude and jenny get up to under the covers in a room full of people, he doesn’t wanna see the aftermath of them finally, truly alone. “not enough disinfectant in the world, my guy.” there’s a comedic pause as he watches jude arrange the plate. “— i thought i was wifey.” the pout is playful, is very aware that at the very least he’ll get jenny’s leftovers. then angel’s distracted by the absolute blindside of jenny wanting commitment. “i mean… you guys are already pretty exclusive, no?” spoken out the side of his mouth, like he’s trying not to say the quiet part out loud. “no, i mean, i feel you. you want it to be for the right reasons. i’m just like… well, i feel like jenny’s the kinda chick who would say it was distraction, but actually totally mean it low key.” plus it was just one silly little kiss on a first date, but he’s not gonna tell jude that, ever the loyal number two. instead he nods, cants his head. “yo, if you aren’t there yet, then honesty’s the best policy and you did good. but i think you should, like, consider the fact that jenny just wants you, dude.” a pause, he smacks jude’s arm with the back of his hand, a playful scowl wrinkling his features. “and ten days so isn’t too soon to wanna be exclusive with somebody, thanks.”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

jude’s already smirking, shaking his head with a low laugh in his throat. “mate, they’d have to fuckin’ blitz the place. disinfectant wouldn’t cut it, you’d need a baptism of fire on that shit. better yet, just knock the whole thing down and build a new one from scratch.” didn’t they do that with the villa each year anyway? or at least, the layout seemed to change year-on-year. this one’s definitely not the version siobhan made on the sims when she heard he was going to be going on the show, a goofy little sim of him that she said she’d use to recreate his journey. kinda fucked now he thinks about it, but makes sense given her whole medic with a god complex vibe. “man, family day can’t come soon enough. obviously, i want jenny to meet them, but i need you to meet ‘em, bro. my mum’s gonna end up as your second mum, fo sho.” at angel’s pout, jude leans in, catching his jaw in his hand and placing a deliberately curt kiss against his lips. “you are wifey. what the girls don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.” jude plucks a sausage from his plate and swallows it in two bites, giving jenny’s smoothie another zhuzh in the blender before pouring it over some ice, two raspberries and a mint leaf. “looks like a dick, that,” he notes, with all the sincerity of david attenborough, serious crease between his brows. considering angel’s words, jude’s stomach curdles a little, feeling even more like he’s fucked up by tactlessly shooting her down. “yeah. yeah. we basically are exclusive. i dunno why i don’t want the label, it’s not like it makes a difference. i’m basically her boyfriend, bro. i think when we seal it off, though, i want it to be a moment i can show my nan, you get me? the big movie moment. can’t exactly show my nan a clip that borders on porno, now can i?”

#jude & angel.#jude & angel 009.

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