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jasmines-library · 2 months

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Hey, I love your Batfam work! Is there any chance you could do a whump/angst one of batsis being kidnapped by a villian(you can choose whoever you want) and she’s tortured for days with it being broadcasted to the Batfam while they try to track the footage. I feel kinda bad but can you do maybe some head trauma md severe burns? Maybe she has to be put in a medically included coma or smth because of the damage? Also is there any way you could include Barb and Duke along w/ the four robins? If not that’s totally cool! Sorry for the long request but I hope you have a great day!!

Anonymous Requested: batfam x batsib reader whos the youngest and newest robin and is just really goofy and doesn’t take anything seriously (ex: them blaring “who’s the (bat)man” on the comms during patrol [that songs stuck in my head i had to mention it]) and something happens, maybe their first close encounter to death or a run in with the joker and they just become a shell of who they were and stuff

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Note: My god im so sorry this literally took me forever to write, thank you so much for being patient. I've been trying to write this all week but just couldn't sit down for long enough to finish it.

Warnings: Torture, blood, burns.

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Y/N, turn that shit off.”

Jason grumbled at you over the coms. You had been blasting some wretched song that you’d found on the internet over and over again and it was beginning to drive him mad.

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’ loudly.

“Seriously.” Dick deadpanned. He had found it amusing at first, but it was now beginning to test his patience.

Agitated, you sighed and turned off the music. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Jason expressed gratefully, turning his eyes back to the road he was patrolling. The night was cool and quiet besides the odd dog walker or couple returning from an evening out. It was one of those nights where patrol would end early and he could return home to take a warm bath and read a book before turning in for the night. Or so he thought.

You were rounding the corner, humming that tune that was still stuck in your head when his laughter ricocheted across the walls. You stiffened, eyes widening and hands fumbling for your weapon as your breath hitched. No amount of turning and craning your head allowed you to catch a glimpse of the dreaded figure, and you thought for a moment that perhaps it had just been a trick of your mind, or one of your brothers playing a cruel joke on you as payback for winding them up earlier. But then you heard it again, only this time to your left. You clutched your weapon tighter, eyes scanning the area with a new found sense of urgency.

“Wing…” You whispered into the coms so quietly that you were surprised he heard it.

“What now?” He somewhat snapped.

“We have a problem.”

Dick’s heart sank through the floor, his ears pricking up and his demeanour changing completely. “Where are you? What’s the matter? He was trying to let his panic show, but you hadn’t been patrolling as a vigilante for very long, and while you were well trained, you lacked the experience to deal with something big on your own. And from your tone of voice, he could tell that you were in some deep shit.

Jason worked his legs harder to push himself to reach the direction he had seen you head off in. Albeit it seemed even his hardest wasn’t enough.

When he stepped out of the darkness, the first thing you noticed were his eyes. Wide and bright, easily mistakable for a cat’s as they flashed in the darkness; wild. Rabid. As he emerged fully with that infamous twisted grin splayed out on his face, you felt like a cornered animal; a deer in headlights. You froze, unable to move despite how your heart screamed at you to run as it pounded, trying to break free from your ribcage.

“He’s here…” A mere whisper sliding over your tongue, so fragile that you weren’t even sure if you had actually said it aloud. Jason had heard it.

“Who?”

The Joker was circling you now, dragging out his strides in lazy circles. You should have fought but in that moment all of your training had drained out of you, along with the colour in your face. He smirked, leering down upon you as you tried to keep your trembling hand still. He pouted in mockery and at your silence, Jason repeated his question to you, but you never got the chance to respond.

“Oh…Just an old friend, Jay-bird.”

“Joker.” Urging his body to move faster, Jason grit his teeth.

Dick paled. “You leave them alone.” Dick spat. It tried to be a command, but the effect was lost somewhere in transmission.

The joker pursed his lips, tilting his head as he analysed. One of his hands had found his way to your jawline and he trailed it with a cold, gloved hand. You wanted to lean away, to run and find your brother but you knew that now he had you in his grasp there was no point in even trying. “And why would I do that? They’re right in front of me. I could just…snatch them up.”

“Don’t you dare!” Dick was frightened now. “Y/N, you stay there as long as you can, okay? You fight. We’re coming, you hear?”

The Joker frowned at you. “D’you hear that? Big brother birdy coming to the rescue. How sweet.”

His grip on you tightened. “Too bad you’ll be long gone by the time they get here.”

With one swift motion, he had thrown you harshly to the side, your head colliding with the wall with a sickening crack.

The two boys skidded to a halt just a second too late. You were already gone.

Your head hurt when you woke up. Your eyes squinted against the sterile light. They did no favours to your pounding headache. With a groan, you tried to twist, to roll over and soothe the crook in your neck but instead all that happened was the jinging of a metal chain. You craned your head and spotted the thick chain that had been wrapped around your wrist, confining you to the chair. Struggling, you tugged on them, trying to free yourself only for them to rattle and scrape against your skin.

“Yeah, that’s not going anywhere, birdy.” The joker chided.

You glared at him through narrowed eyes, trying to mask the thumping of your heart. The joker grinned wildly at your frightened complexion.

“It was such a shame that Grayson and Todd didn’t get to you in time, but it was far too easy to catch you, little bird: you completely froze.” He snapped his fingers to emphasise his point. “Didn’t batsy teach you better?”

“Don’t talk about them.” You snapped.

The joker raised his hands, palms facing toward you in surrender: taunting you as if you were the one with the power in the situation. “Touchy subject I see. Too bad.”

He gestured above you to an incessantly blinking light. “Smile for the camera, you’re live.”

Babs had been monitoring the street cameras when the computer beside her flickered to life. She had been searching for any sign of you ever since Dick and Jason came flying through the grandfather clock. Everyone was on edge.

The moment the screen flashed on, her eyes perked up to watch it, alarmed. She hadn’t turned it on. And there were very few people who could bypass the caves system. So when she saw a small frame curled up in a chair she knew immediately what was up.

“Duke…” she called to the dark haired boy who was trying to help decipher your whereabouts. “Go and get B.”

It did not take long at all for everyone to gather around in the cave. Duke was fast, and everyone dropped what they were doing to race down: even Alfred had taken his leave from his duties to see.

It was almost like some sick irony because as soon as they were all there, you began to scream. A guttering, perfect scream that cut that through them like a knife: unclean and pinging into them messily again and again.

The joker had taken a knife to your left thigh, his smile dripping with malice as he watched the camera, somehow knowing that at least one of them would be watching.

Your face was contorted in pain, twisting in agony as tears rolled flatly down your cheeks from fearful eyes. Damian felt sick, his stomach churning. Jason wanted to leave. But all of them were stuck watching. Barbra was tapping away, trying to locate the signal from the video to no avail.

“I hope you’re watching this Batsy…” He moved round to trail your face with the edge of the knife. You whimpered. “I’ve got your little bird here and I must say, you need to work on their training. They were far too easy to catch.”

Bruce felt his jaw tightening and Tim had to place a hand on his arm to remind him of his place.

“Anyway I thought we would play a little game… how long can little y/n survive for. I wonder if it’ll be any longer than our very own Jason Todd.”

Jason twitched.

“I’m testing you here, Bat. Tick Tock.”

The transmission cut to black.

It seemed hopeless. Even though they had been searching for days, they were no closer to finding you. And to make matters worse, they could see you. Not long after the first transition ended did it start up again. It had been lifestreaming since then, and although they had tried to block it from their minds, it was hard to ignore. Especially when your agonised screams ricocheted throughout the halls.

You looked like hell. Dark bags occluded under your eyes and there wasn’t an inch of your skin that wasn’t marred or stained with drying blood. The burns were worse. Damian could still hear the scream you let out when the joker first brought the hot poker to your skin. It had bubbled and blistered as the skin peeled away; you had thrashed against your restraints violently. Tim was certain that they were going to get infected if they didn’t reach you soon.

It felt as if they had searched everywhere. Dick and Jason had even asked around to see if anyone had heard anything, going as far to talk to the Jokers closest associates in Arkham, but even if they did know, nobody said anything. Duke had even gone as far to go back to the area to use his powers to see if he could trace anything, but nothing seemed out of place; they had hit a brick wall. That was…until a small light appeared on the monitor. Babs had managed to trace the signal to a small building on the outskirts of the city.

They were suited up in minutes, making a beeline for the building. They stormed it, recklessly taking down the Joker's goons before Batman chased wildly after the Joker, his face stony and his fists burning with anger. The other four boys chased down the winding corridors, flinging open the doors until they found one that was locked. Tim wasted no time, picking the lock with ease he peeled it open. His breath hitched when he saw you.

Your face was gaunt, hanging low by your chest. Your suit was torn and there was less of it on your body than there was ripped away. You looked so fragile as your chest heaved sporadically.

Jason nearly had to take a step back. This place reminded himself too much of his own encounter with the Joker not too long ago. But he pressed forward, fighting his instincts. He had to be strong. Instead of turning back, he kneeled in front of you, whispering your name. His hand came up to cup your face. You flinched away.

“It’s okay kid. It’s us.” He tried to reassure you, but you shrank back into yourself.

“We’re so, so sorry kiddo.” Dick tried placing a gentle hand on your arm before moving to work on the cuffs around your wrists. “We’re going to get you out.”

You said nothing, just continued to stare at the black space before you, and Dami wasn’t sure if you even knew they were in front of you. But when Jason moved away from you to help remove your restraints, your fingers latched onto him and you squeaked in protest.

He sighed shakily. “Don’t worry kid. I’m not going anywhere.”

Damian twisted from where he was guarding the door. “We need to leave.”

Dick nodded bluntly, finishing with the last of the locks. “I’m going to have to pick you up, okay sweetheart?”

You barely registered what he had said. Everything had grown numb, you nodded anyhow. Moving his arms underneath your legs and slipping one arm behind your back, Jason began to lift you. He nearly recoiled when you cried and whimpered with the way your wounds jostled as he sprinted out of the building to get you back to safety.

You were yet to say anything since you came home. You had been back a few days and your wounds were healing up nicely thanks to Alfred’s handywork, but the air was eerily silent around you. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t been communicating with them; you spoke to them with gestures or writing but no one was used to not hearing your voice. The stark contrast between your loud and bustling personality and you now was unsettling. No one wanted to push you too far but the manor was beginning to grow lonely.

It was one particularly rainy night when you finally spoke. You were curled up in a large armchair by the window in the library, sinking back into the plush leather as you watched the raindrops race down the glass. Jason had been watching you from afar, contemplating whether to talk to you or not when he walked over.

“What are you up to?” He asked you, making sure you knew that he was there before he spoke.

You gestured toward the window,then to the half opened book at your feet and shrugged.

“I see.” He nodded, taking a seat on the armchair opposite you. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Jason wasn’t much of a talker. He knew more than anyone what you were going through, which was why it was nice just to know that he was willing to sit with you, just so you knew that he was there if you needed him. It made you feel safe. But you also couldn’t help but feel guilty, and frustrated with yourself for being in a place that made him feel as though he had to do that.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

Jason had to do a second take. His heart swelled. “What for?”

You sighed. “This. When I saw him…i-i froze. If I had run then this would never have happened.”

“Shh. This isn’t your fault.”

“But-”

“I promise, Kid. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You nodded, looking away from him. But then you furrowed your brows and turned back to him. “How did you do it? How did you deal with this, Jay? Every time I close my eyes he’s there.”

“I guess I don’t, really. Or sometimes it feels like I don’t. I still get scared sometimes. I still see him in my dreams. But over time it gets easier. I had people around me to help me. And so do you, kid. We’re here. We’ll always be here.”

Jason shifted to brush away a rogue tear and you leaned into his touch and then wrapped your arms tightly around his middle.

“I’m here. Always. We’ll get through this together.”

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mxtantrights · 14 days

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Boxer Jason who finally lets reader go to his match!! Reader being the ultimate #1 fan during the match and maybe a cute after the match encounter? It would mean a lot if you have any writing time for this!!!

It's a pretty normal match but boxer!Jason feels like it's so much more than that. It's the first match that your'e sitting there watching him. You're not front row, he told you how it could get a bit brutal watching from unclose.

So you took the third row. That's where you'll be.

boxer!Jason lets out a sigh as Alfred knocks on the door and tells him it's time together out there. He can hear the announcer introducing his standings and information.

The punch lands. boxer!Jason takes a step back and watches as his opponent struggles a bit. The ref cuts in when his opponent drops to one of his knees. The ref talking in his ear, ask him if he wants to quit.

You yell and boxer!Jason turns around. His eyes scan the crowd until he finds you. Third row. Seat 4. You're standing with a big smile on your face. It makes him smile too.

Probably not a good look to be smiling. boxer!Jason doesn't care right now. Not when you're standing there waving at him. You're dressed in pretty normal clothes, wanting to be comfortable and not wanting to show off.

The bell rings and boxer!Jason turns back around to the ref and his opponent. But his opponent is in the corner of the ring and the ref is coming boxer!Jason's way.

The ref grabs Jason's gloved hand and raises it over his head.

"Winner!" the ref shouts.

The crowd erupts into applause and loud shouting. From his corner, his brother Dick, and his training partner, Roy, come rushing in. Roy puts boxer!Jason on his shoulders as someone hands him the new shiny white and gold belt.

boxer!Jason looks for you, he finds you running up to his corner and standing with Alfred.

boxer!Jason closes his locker, his head hanging low. The adrenaline crash he always feels. The winning is a good feeling. But it doesn't last long.

"Hey there champ," you say.

boxer!Jason picks his head. You're standing there at the threshold of the door, your body leaning against it. Your arms are behind your back. boxer!Jason is thinking a lot of thoughts now. That winning adrenaline has nothin on you.

"Come to congratulate me?" He asks.

You nod your head, "and something else."

"What else could-"

You pull your arms from behind you, and the single of keys gets his attention, "Wanna take a drive?"

"But you didn't drive here, I did. I have my keys in my bag." boxer!Jason answers.

You walk right up to him and show off the keys. Ferrari insignia. You didn't drive a Ferrari. Unless somehow between him winning and coming into the locker room to change you went and brought a Ferrari.

"Your brother said we could borrow it." you say.

boxer!Jason smiles and wraps his arms around your middle, "Where are we headed?"

"Well, I was thinking we could use it for...other purposes first." you whisper.

boxer!Jason's eyes go wide. He lets out something between a grunt and a hum and then he's letting you drag him out the locker room and down the hallway to the garage.

a/n: AHHHHHHH I didn't wanna make it a while fic but I hope you enjoy anon!! <33333

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roturo · 10 months

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Written All Over Your Face dick grayson x reader

→ summary: “Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

→ warnings: SMUT. p in v, unprotected sex (don't be dumb and wrap it), enemies to lovers, heroe!reader, breeding kink, bulge kink ¿?, not proof-read, possessive behavior, begging...

words: 2k

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Being a heroe wasn't easy. Neither being considered a competition for Nightwing. The Ex-Robin. The Dick Grayson.

Both being ¨super-heroes¨ with no powers brought many controversial articles between you two, not only at the Gotham-Batman times, but also now at the new Titans times.

You never thought seeing him again and his boyish smile and attitude. No wonder why he has many girls falling for him, not only as Nightwing, but also as his real identity. But this rough times between the heroes, made the destiny bringing you together again.

Both of you had mutual friends, and when Dawn invited you to meet the new Titans, and asked you for help to train them, you never thought of seeing him again, neither of both of you training teenage kids how to become high quality-trained super heroes.

¨Sorry.¨ Were the last words you heard from Dawn, when she left you with bird boy at the training room, giving you an apologetic smile.

God bless her natural charm and being the trusting friend she is because you couldn't hit her face right now with the rage you're feeling.

¨Hi!¨ A green-haired boy said to you, he had the same, maybe not as pretty, boyish smile like Grayson. ¨Hello...?¨

¨Gar.¨ He told you, not putting down the smile.

With just a nod and a not so happy smile, your eyes moved into a purple-haired girl, who just smiled at you and said her name. ¨Rachel.¨ She hit the boy next to her with her elbow, murmuring his name.

¨Jason.¨ He said, ¨Is this your girlfriend Dick? Because she's pretty good looking for a guy like you. But yeah, what she's doing here anyways?¨

Oh. Yeah. Bird boy. He's here.

¨Yeah Grayson, what’s going on?¨ Completely ignoring the fact Dick was about to answer Jason’s question with furrowed brows and you obviously knowing why you're here since Dawn explained you. ¨And no, i'm not his girlfriend.¨ You looked at Jason with a smile which changed into a fake smile when your eyes returned to Dick. ¨He wishes.¨ You said, your head turning to the side, obviously trying to make him angry. At which he only scoffed, knowing you well enough to know what you were trying. ¨Yeah number two, maybe we can just pass at me explaining you why you´re here.¨

Number two? He WISHES.

¨I know why am I here. I don´t know if your little brain remembers you made Dawn bring me here to help you train this kids.¨ You got closer to him, not breaking eye contact. ¨And number two? pfft, If you were number one, maybe you wouldn't have been replaced by new Robin here.¨

That got him exactly where you wanted him. He might seem like a strong and rough guy, but behind all that image of big boy, there’s nothing else but trauma.

You couldn’t help but notice how his jaw clenched at the small giggle Jason let when you mentioned Dick being replaced. Side-eyeing him, Jason stopped. Dick sighed trying to calm himself down.

“First. I didn’t know Dawn brought you here, she just told me about bringing the perfect person to help me train them, I was not expecting you.” You could tell he was still angry at the remark, so he wanted to correct you. “Second. I didn’t got replaced. I left Wayne by choice of mine.”

“And third. I’m not longer Robin.”

It got into a really tense vibe between you and Dick trying to kill each-other with just your eyes, everyone in silence, clearly uncomfortable at this new encounter.

“Can both of you stop eye-fucking eachother and can we finally start the training?” Jason said, trying to bring both of you back to earth.

That clearly caught both of your attention to what Jason said, clearly annoyed at the wrong remark of how both of you were looking at each-other. “We’re not “eye-fucking” each-other Jason, stop getting into other’s people conversations.” With that, Dick started grabbing everything for the training of today, moving on. Jason just raised his arms at the air, (like when they’re showing they’re not armed), with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

That brought a hard, and big laugh to your face, how could Jason say that? This kids don’t even respect their “leader” This was going to be a funny training.

After what seemed like 1 hour of training, and getting to know the kids, you could get which were the flaws and weaknesses. Maybe you couldn’t understand quite well Rachel’s powers, but some time will do it.

You asked Gar where you could sleep the night, since it was already getting late and your most likely staying some days here, you'll also need some extra clothes at least for today.

Gar told you to stay in the spare room next's to Dick's, great, what a nice neighbor you have. He also gave you some clothes you could use tonight, tomorrow you could go back to your place and get some clothes, your skincare.... and I guess your super-hero suit.

When going out of the bathroom after a long shower (which you deserved), Dick was standing there, shirtless, all sweaty, and just with some grey sweatpants on... he looks.... nice, yeah. Obviously annoyed but when he saw you, his face turned into... panic?

He doesn't know what's happening to him right now, might be stress he needs to get relieved, yeah, sure, that's the reason he feels his pants getting tighter every-second he keeps looking at you right now.

¨Are you okay bird-boy why´re you just static over here, I know you have problems, but this a new one.¨ You looked up and down at Dick's figure, obviously checking him out, not like he needs to find out, noticing he´s quite handsome, not like you would tell him also, he's hot, and he knows it.

¨That´s... That´s my shirt¨ Was all that Dick could say, well, shit.

You knew the t-shirt had a distinct laundry soap scent which remind you of someone, and maybe a pint of perfume, but who could blame you?! Might be Gar's or Jason's!

¨And those... are my boxers.¨ double shit.

You could see he was obviously blushed and you're sure you are too, but what a coincide. It's like you could hear Rachel, Gar and Jason's laughing at the both of you.

¨Well... do want me to give them back at you?¨ You broke the tense silence, trying to take your, his, shirt-off, completely forgetting you're in front of him, you needed to find a way out of here.

¨No, no, no, stop! Leave it there, then you give it back to me.¨ He assured you, grabbing your hands and pulling them down with your, his? t-shirt. ¨And it looks better on you anyways.¨ That's all he said before speed entering to the bath-room.

¨Hey Dick!, Wait.¨ To say you couldn't feel the wetness of your pussy going out and asking for some relief, would be considered a crime. ¨What do you ne-¨ You cut him off by entering the bath-room closing the door in the process, both of your lips connecting in a perfect symphony like they were made for each-other. He left a sudden whine at the loss of the soft touch of your lips.

¨Oh.¨ Was all he could say, you don't understand what happened to you, it wasn't definitely a normal behavior between you two. ¨Oh my god. I'm so sorry Dick, I don't know what happened to me, i'm-¨ You couldn't finish the last sentence when you felt his lips in yous again. A little hesitant this time, he stops, unsure of his actions, but he lose it all. ¨Do it again.¨

That's all he needed to continue kissing you, hands caressing you neck, positioning them as a chocking posture, later going to trace your jaw as he continues kissing you.

He started giving you kisses trailing down your chin, making you moan at the specific spot that made your legs shake, he started leaving love bites between your chest, later going down on you, pulling your t-shirt upwards, getting between your breasts and marking them as his.

¨Please Dick... Please make me feel good.¨ It´s like something got into him when his hands started roaming your body like crazy, pulling your shirt off, your hand reaching his sweatpants, and later his cock, noticing he has no underwear under neat it. ¨It's like you were ready for this bird-boy, ah!-¨ Even when you try to tease him, he finds a way to tease you back even in a better way, his fingers playing with your nipple had you giddy and trembling. ¨Be a good girl if you want me to fuck you.¨

All you could do is nod and start stroking his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum which made the stroking easier, playing with the head had him as a moaning mess.

“Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” He left a whiny moan at the lose of your touch.

“Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” He man-handled you, turning you around, making you see yourself at the mirror.

“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.” He ripped apart the boxers you were wearing. ¨Don't worry, I have plenty more.¨ Fuck him and his fucking pretty smile.

With no more waiting, he positioned himself, and started thrusting into you. He fits just right, and could touch all the places you couldn't reach.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” Even when he's fucking your brains out, he finds a way to be that kind and nice guy he is.

“O-Okay.” Was all you could tell him, before & after some moans and whines from both of you, one specific thrust had you seeing stars.

His hand lingered down your tummy and he moaned at the bump he could feel, when he was going in and out with his thrusts. ¨Oh baby, I'm going to make you mine, fill you up.¨

He started playing with your clit, it had you crazy all the feelings of his body, his thrusts, him.

¨´You´re so good for me, all for me... 'm gonna' fill you up with my babies, 'm gonna make you a mommy, full of my cum every-day just to make sure.¨

That was all you needed to cum, with just some last thrusts he came inside you too, fulfilling his promise of keeping you full of his cum. He waited for you to calm down, before he inserted two of his fingers, recollecting the cum that was falling out your hole, inserting it inside you again, making you moan at the sudden intrusion.

He got the tub ready, and got you inside it, in front of him while he cleaned your sore body while kissing it.

¨I can't believe it took me all this years to realize how I feel about you.¨ Your heart was anxious at how your confession would be received.

¨Doesn't take an idiot to figure out. You couldn't tell I was and I am in love with you because you were too busy trying to beat all that rivalry. I was in love the moment you kicked my ass for the first time.¨

You chuckled at the confession, and laid your head on his shoulder where you could see his dumb smirk. ¨You have that stupid smirk on your face again, can't you have a serious conversation with me?, can we fight again?¨

He laughed at your comment ¨Not a possible thing for me when you look this cute all marked by me and confessing your feelings for me.¨ The small pecks he started leaving on your neck and back had you giggling.

¨I love you.¨

¨I love you too, bird-boy.¨

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hypewinter · 1 year

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Danny checked his package one last time. Just like the other 50 dozen times he had checked, it was undisturbed. The wrapping paper was neatly folded around his gift and the bow was still placed perfectly in the center of the package. The bag he was currently carrying it in was likewise in decent condition. No threat of a tear in sight.

Thank goodness. He wanted the surprise to be perfect. After all, Jason had been doing much better recently. It had been two months already since he had found the poor boy trying to claw his way out of his own grave. Two painful months of panic attacks, crying, screaming and hitting but it was all worth it.

Of course Jason still had his bad days. The worse were when he would just stare blankly off into the distance. As if he soul was still deciding whether it wanted to go back to his body or stay in the Ghost Zone. Those days terrified Danny because each time, he was always scared that would be the day Jason's soul decided to stay where it was. Yet he was still here and that constituted a celebration. Danny checked his package once again. Yep still there. Danny didn't really get all that Jane Eyre stuff but Jason seemed to like it. The days he chattered on and on about it were some of his best days. The ones where he was fully present and not reliving the worst experience of his life. Danny really hoped the Brontë Sisters Box Set he'd gotten would inspire more of those good days.

As he rounded the corner, now only a couple of blocks away from his apartment, he heard crying. Or was it laughing? Either way it sounded like a child and a kid being out here this late at night couldn't be a good sign. Danny rerouted towards the alleyway he heard the sound coming from.

There he saw a boy huddled in the corner. He was wearing some type of purple and green suit. As Danny approached, the boy looked up to reveal a face smeared with white face paint and fat tears. Danny put his hands up as the kid shrank further into the corner.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Where are your parents at buddy?"

In response, the kid broke out into another giggle fit. But Danny could see from the terrified look in his eyes and the tears that continued to flow freely that the boy didn't mean to laugh. He crouched down and placed the bag on the ground, inching forward slightly.

"It's okay, It's okay," he said quickly, attempting to calm the boy down. "How about we start by getting that makeup off of you huh?"

Danny inched forward slowly but surely, stopping periodically when the boy got too panicked. Eventually, he was right in front of the kid and carefully used his sleeve to wipe his face as clean as possible.

"There. Is that better?"

The boy's giggling turned into snickering which might actually mean he was going from crying to sniffling. At least that's what he hoped was happening. Danny breathed and decided to take a risk by pulling the boy into an embrace. When he met no resistance, he softly rubbed circles in the kid's back and soothed him. He sat like that for a while, just soothing the boy as he got quieter and quieter until Danny looked down and discovered that the boy was fast asleep.

As much as Danny really didn't want to disturb the kid, they couldn't stay in this alley all night and he had to get home to check on Jason. So he slowly scooped the boy up and stood. Luckily the boy remained undisturbed. Danny let go of the breath he didn't even know he was holding and exited the alleyway, picking up the bag as he did so.

By the time he made it to his apartment building, Danny was actively thanking all of his lucky stars. He had made it back with the kid still sleeping soundly. There had been no more disturbances of the night. He hadn't even run into a single robber! Normally he would have encountered at least 3 by now. But now here he was, faced with his final hurdle. How to get inside and to his apartment?

His keys were in his back pocket. Maybe if he put the bag down and reached into his pocket? No, that would require bending and jostling. Besides, even if that didn't wake the kid, Danny would then have to take the steps since the elevator was broken and he lived on the 5th floor. He couldn't risk it. So then how? Aha, the window.

He often kept the window to his apartment open because it helped ease Jason's clausophobia. Of course Danny was well aware of how dangerous that was considering his apartment was in the middle of a place dubbed "Crime Alley" but thanks to the new and improved Fenton Security System which now recognized his signature and was programmed to target and subdue humans, that wasn't a problem. Danny checked his surroundings before letting gravity fall away from him and floating to his window.

Once his feet touched down on the fire escape he studied his point of entry. He had to do this as quickly and as swiftly as possible. One.... two.... THREE.... and what was he doing!? You have intangibility, idiot! Danny scolded himself. He would have slapped himself if it wasn't for the aforementioned kid he was carrying. In his defense though, Danny had put the lid on most of his ghostly abilities since he had brought Jason home.

He blew out some air as he peered into the living room. He didn't see Jason so hopefully the kid wasn't just sitting somewhere he couldn't see. Danny took a step and seamlessly entered his apartment. No surprised screaming from the kitchenette? Good. Good good good.

Danny made his way deeper inside the living room, placing his package on the TV stand. He then gently laid the boy down on the love seat, taking a step back and holding his breath. When the boy didn't stir, he let the breath go and went over to grab the blanket draped over the couch. Coming back, Danny draped it over the kid before moving on down the hall to Jason's room. He eased the door open and peered inside, catching sight of a form bundled under the covers, a tuft of hair peeking out. Danny waited a beat to make sure he saw the form properly rising and falling before he closed the door and crept back to the living room. Then he curled up in the beat up old couch to be nearby in case the kid woke up in the middle of the night.

Danny sighed as he readjusted around a spring poking out. How had he gone from moving away from all of the craziness of Amity Park to taking in two boys? He really hoped he wasn't getting in over his head.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #winter's tales #yes the bats are freaking out over tim disappearing while they were busy with joker #no danny will not be giving his kids back #you can pry them out of his cold dead hands

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celaenaeiln · 11 months

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Bruce: *sees a motorcade come up on his right* *ignores*

Timmy in the back eying the group suspiciously: ….

*tapping on glass*

Dick: B, there’s someone tapping on my side.

Bruce: Don’t roll the window down they could be-

Dick: *already rolling the window down* *GASP* ROMMEY?! ROMMEY! ROMMEY!!

A 45 yr old grizzled man with a smoker’s voice, nicknamed Rommey by Dick: heya Dickie, how it’s going kiddo.

Dick: ROMMEY IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AGAIN!

Another motorbiker with a full claw scar down his face: what about the rest of us, kid? Forget about us?

Dick: MANES! DERRICKA! IZZY!!

Derrick-I take down mercenaries for fun but let a kid I like call me DERRICKA-Rolan: You little shit, why’d we not hear from you after you fucked off to neverland huh?!

Isabella-what? Someone went missing? I had nothing to do with it, it’s total coincidence that I hated him-Hodges: Maybe he doesn’t like us, Der. That right, Dickie?

Dick: *flabbergasted* No!! It’s a long story! After I left I ran out of gas and then some girl crashed into my bike and sent it flying off the cliff but I dove off it first and then I had to walk to the nearest motel on bare feet because I gave her my shoes and then I met this half bear half man and I’ll be pleased to tell you that it was a beary bearable encounter once he got his bearings hahahahaha- *progressively climbing out of the car as the story goes on*

Bruce: Dick! Get back in the car! *having one hand on the steering wheel and grabbing the back of his shirt with the other to keep his wayward son from falling out*

Dick: Wait- *accidently twisting too far and nearly braining himself on the speeding asphalt*

Rommey: DICK!

Bruce: DICK!

Rommey, Derricka, Izzy, and Manes: *grabbing the front half to prevent Dick from becoming like two-face*

Bruce: *letting go of the wheel to grab Dick’s bottom half for the same reason*

Tim: *high pitched screaming from the back* DICK! Tₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ! ₜₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ!!!

Bruce: *struggling to pull his son in while the motorcade struggles to pull him out to sit on a bike thus leading to Dick hanging in limbo out the window of a car going 80mph on a freeway* GRAB THE WHEEL TIM

Tim: *sacrificing a few ribs on the edge of the front car seat* IM TRYING! I CANT REACH THE CRUISE CONTROL AND DONT LEAN BACK AND OH MY GOD SIGN POST! SIGN POST! THE POST! THE POSSSTTTTT!!!

Dick, Bruce, Tim, and motorcade: *furious screaming and shouting and panicking*

*2 hours later*

*Arriving at the manor*

Jason: damn what happened to you lot, you look like you went through hell and back.

Bruce and Tim: *drained, pale-faced, messy, sweating, and heaving*

Dick: *a curl of hair falling elegantly into his shining eyes* I just had the time of my life, Jay!

Jason who is well acquainted with Dick’s “Time of the life”s: ah. My condolences.

Tim: Never again. *flopping on the ground and cater-pilling his way up the stairs*

Damian: Father, this is such disgraceful attire! Fix yourself at once, mother would be embarrassed by such a visage! What in holy reincarnation have you been doing?!

Bruce: Never again, Dick.

Dick: it’s nothing Dami, they were just helping me.

Damian: Father, I am ashamed of you. Why must you devolve to such a state when you assist Grayson, he is perfectly capable of extraordinary feats without your input. I suggest you refrain from interfering with his success again.

Bruce:

Bruce: Damian, you-

Dick: Bruce. *smiling pleasantly*

Jason: *immediately sneaking off*

Bruce’s life momentarily flashing before his eyes: …..nothing. Go finish your homework. *trudging off to whine to Alfred about how no one’s gonna believe him*

Dick: *sincerely* what a great day! 😊

#Alfred who has heard so many ‘no one is going to believe me about Dick’ conversations on a regular basis and is tired of listening to them:#well sir what did you think would happen when you threw an 8 yr into the Batmobile and gave him full freedom to drive #Bruce: *moment of clarity* wait am I the cause of this #Bruce whose clarity never stays: nah I can’t be the cause of this #Alfred who is used to this conversation too: *sarcastically* ofcourse not sir. not at all #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #bruce wayne #batman #dicks secret wild adventures catching up to him because no one ever checks in on this loose canon #jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #robin #batfam incorrect quotes #Damian thinks dick can do no wrong ever #if dick ran someone through with a sword he’d merely take notes

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aprocessionofthoughts · 7 months

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Calling All Bats

ai-less whumptober 2023 day 26- came back wrong fandom- dp x dc TW- none summary- Jason starts looking for Danny

ao3 ailesswhumptober23 masterlist part 5 of DLM

Danny found himself pleasantly relaxing with this strange liminal. Which he figured was why Gotham had directed him to that apartment. He had been surprised when he reached Gotham’s border and immediately felt the city’s presence. He had never encountered a living city before even though he knew they were possible. He had hesitated at first, not wanting to intrude on what felt like a haunt. But Gotham had assured him with feelings of temporary protection, she couldn’t do much. She was too weak from constantly being surrounded by corrupted ectoplasm from all the disasters. But she could offer temporary asylum and let Danny know when the GIW entered Gotham’s border.

Of course Danny hadn’t known that Gotham would be sneaky and direct him to a liminal’s apartment. Danny had not expected a liminal to come in, usually he could sense a haunt, but with Gotham as contaminated as she was, he figured the criminal's presence was hidden. It was also probably because Jason’s ectoplasm was also corrupted.

He wished he could have stayed longer in that apartment. He might have even been able to help Jason. But when Gotham whispered to him that the GIW had come, Danny knew he had to leave before the agents found Jason. Hopefully Gotham’s corrupt ectoplasm would help hide Jason. It might even make it more difficult for the agents to track him down as well.

But he couldn’t risk it. He wasn’t sure where he’d go next. At least he had gotten his bandages changed and eaten a few cookies.

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Jason didn’t know what to do. The kid was just gone.

How was he supposed to look for him? Where even did he go?

And these GIW agents or whatever were clearly after him. Jason wasn’t about to abandon the kid.

Leaving behind his hot chocolate and cookies he walked over to his room and put his uniform back on.

The kid was like him. They both came back wrong. Jason grimaced. He’d always described himself as coming back wrong, but thinking about the kid like that was wrong. The kid was fine. Who cared if he’d died before. And maybe, Jason wasn’t messed up either? Danny acted like all this was normal. And maybe it was.

Whatever. Existential thought could wait till after he’d found Danny and beat the GIW to a pulp.

He left through his window and made his way up to the roof. He paused. He wouldn’t be able to search the whole city by himself.

That meant he’d have to call in reinforcements.

Ugh. What a pain.

He activates his comm. “Hey, Oracle. Anyone out tonight?”

“Hood, I thought you were ending your patrol early today?”

“I did. Then I found something. I need anyone out to help me out with the situation.”

“Red Robin’s out right now, but Nightwing is still suited up if you need him too.”

“Go ahead and patch them both to my comm.”

“Will do.”

A moment later Dick’s voice came through. “What’s up, Hood?”

“I need your help looking for someone.” Jason said, grappling over to the next roof. “Who are you looking for?” Tim asked.

Jason hesitated before answering, “He’s a kid about fourteen or fifteen, he’s some kind of meta. I was talking with him and he just disappeared. But he mentioned he has government agents trying to hunt him down to experiment on him.”

“What’s he look like?” Dick asked, voice serious.

Jason paused before getting it over with. “He was wearing jeans and had a black hoodie on. And he has black hair and blue eyes.”

There was silence for a moment before Dick started cackling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know this is serious, but really Little Wing? You’ve found us a new brother?”

“Shut up. We need to start looking for him.”

“Of course.” Dick said, sounding serious, but Jason could tell that the man was still smiling.

“Do you know what agency is after him?” Tim asked.

“A group called the GIW. I don't know anything else.”

“I’ll look into them. I’ve also got my systems looking for any black haired, blue eyed kids.” Babs said.

“We’ll find him, Hood.” Dick said.

Jason hoped so.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober #day 26 #came back wrong #jason is liminal #Jason todd #Danny fenton #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #fanfic

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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Ok I have to be honest I am a sucker for scenarios where Jason has a crush on y/n but she's dating Eddie. Eddie getting to rub it in jasons face is just so satisfying. Idk maybe I just really love Eddie and really hate Jason. Soooo I was wondering if I could request that. Maybe Jason is always flirting with her and Eddie is finally just like “fuck it” and kisses her right in front of him?

Tysm I'm in love with your writing btw ❤️❤️❤️

You were sitting with your friends on the lunch table, when you felt a heavy hand land on your shoulder. You look up, already starting to smile at the idea it was Eddie, only to come face to face with Jason Carver. The smile freezes. "Oh. Uh. Hi, Jason," you said, and took a sip of your CapriSun to cover your awkwardness. "What can I do for you?"

He smiled at you, and you swallowed thickly. "Well," he said, shifting his weight. "It's the big game tonight, and I was wondering if you'd like an invite to the afterparty. It's at mine."

You blinked. "What, on a Tuesday?"

"Um." He stared at you. "Yeah?"

You bit your lip. "I dunno, Jason. It's a schoolnight. I've got plans, too," you added. "I've got to do homework. Yeah." You nodded twice. "Mrs. Bryce is on my ass. Maybe next time, then?"

"Definitely next time," Jason responded, and winked at you. "Just you and me, I promise." When he left, your friends closed ranks around you, howling at what had just happened. You caught Eddie's eyes above their heads -- he was watching you, chin in his hand.

"What was that all about," he asked, walking you out of the cafeteria. "Jason wanted to recruit you to his Bible study, or something?" He tucked you hair behind your ear and twisted so he was leaning against a locker, watching you fumble.

"I think," you said slowly, piecing together the encounter in your brain, "he asked me out."

Eddie slipped against the locker. "What, like a date?"

"No, like a multi-level marketing scheme," you retorted, and flipped your hair over your shoulder. "Yes, like a date, Eddie." He crowed, punching a fist in the air. "Uh. That's not the reaction I was expecting."

Eddie grinned, pulling you into his arms. "That asshole has been a stick up my ass for almost my whole life," he exclaimed. "Finally I have the high ground."

You looked at him drily. "What am I, chattel?"

He cooed, pressing your cheeks together between his palms. "Just the prettiest chattel this side of the Mississippi, babygirl." He snuck a kiss from you. "Aw, princess. This made my week. Nothing could make this better."

"Okay," Eddie huffed against your mouth as he pressed you up against the hood of your car, "this could definitely make my week better. Get my lawyer to scratch that from my record."

"Oh my god," you muttered, pulling him between your legs. "Literally, shut up."

"Shutting up."

Eddie threaded his hands through your hair, tugging it gently until your mouth opened against his, sticking his hands in the pockets of your jeans and grabbing. "Eddie!" you gasped, wrenching your head back. "Quit it, we're in school."

"Mmm," he mumbled, nosing at your neck. "It's technically after hours." That was true. You were picking him up from Hellfire, taking him back to yours for dinner with your parents, like you did every Tuesday night. "Is a school still a school if it's not operating as a school?"

"I dropped AP Philosophy," you whispered, entirely too focused on how his hands were snaking up your back. "So I have no idea."

"I don't really care," Eddie agreed, "but we can totally have a Socratic debate about it la-aaaaah the fuck?"

He was hauled away from you by his collar, arms flailing at his assailant. Jason. "The fuck are you doing here, freak?" Jason spat, before turning to look at you. "Hey. Is he bothering you?"

"Uh," you said, intelligently. "No?"

Jason blinked. "Wh-- you? What are you doing here?" he asked you, staring. "I thought you said you had to do homework?"

"Hi," Eddie said, dangling from Jason’s iron grip. "I'm homework."

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #jason carver x reader #lol

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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What would happen if the team finally squeezed cowboy!reader’s birthday out of him. He tried and tried to keep it under wraps but obviously Garcia won’t stand by and let him not be celebrated.

Maybe his first surprise party? idk really I just want him to look around and realise how loved and at home he is within the team. 🥹

- 🦕

Warnings: implications of claustrophobia, it's his first birthday party so he's a bit overwhelmed bless him (I say over a fully grown man)

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"Mornin'!" You chime as you walk into Garcia's office, "How is my favourite lady?"

"I thought JJ was your favourite lady," Garcia smirked, she gave a chuckle when you turned bright red.

"I regret sayin' that to you," You huffed.

"No you don't," She grinned, "But that is not what I need to talk to you about."

"Is somethin' wrong?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows, "Do I need to hur' someone?"

"No, no, nothing like that." She's quick to reassure you, "I just need to ask you a question."

You give her a smile, "Course, anythin',"

"When's your birthday?" You gave a small chuckle, shaking your head.

"I don' celebrate my birthday," You said with a shrug. "I gotta go, JJ said we had a case."

Garcia groaned, following you into the bullpen. "When's your birthday?"

"I ain't sayin',"

"Why?"

"Because it's not a big deal,"

"That's it. I'm bringing out the big guns. Just remember, I tried to do this peacefully." Garcia warned, you furrowed your eyebrows and gave a shrug as she walked off.

A few hours had passed when JJ approached you, you closed the filed as you turned to look at her, giving her your undivided attention. "Hey (Y/N),"

You beamed at her, "Hey JJ," You said, "You a'right?"

"I was wondering..." She began, "When's your birthday?"

"Garcia put you up to this, didn't she?" JJ gives you a sheepish grin and you sigh slightly, "May 12th,"

The months passed and you had forgotten all about this encounter, purely focused on the cases you had worked, on volunteering, your usual daily and weekly routines. That morning, you sighed, noticing the date and switched you alarm off. Pulling the charger out of your phone you check the notifications, a happy birthday from your Mama and Pops and your brother Jason, and a video from your brother Aden.

Curious, you clicked on it. The image of your brother popped up, wearing a party hat.

"What's up old man? I know you don't like a fuss being made but you're y'know, gettin' on in age so I though I'd send you this!" Aden gives a grin before pulling out a party horn and blowing into it. "Happy birthday!"

And then the screen goes blank. You give a small chuckle, responding with a 'thanks, you idiot x' before clicking send.

When you got to work, you pulled your truck to a stop, shutting the door and locking it, before walking into the building. You greeted the receptionist as usual, held the door open for the cleaner as he rushed past (apparently one of the sinks had broken and he needed to mop it up ASAP).

You paused at the elevator, a level of anxiety sitting in the bottom of your stomach at the thought of being trapped in a tiny box for even the smallest amount of time. You withdrew your hand from near the button and decided on taking the stairs. The exercise would do you good anyway.

You took a moment to pause when you got to the top of the stairs and gather yourself (turns out, six flight of stairs tires a man out). And then you walk through the door - ready to give your usual greetings (a nod at Reid with a small chat about some facts, asking Morgan how his date went, asking Emily how Sergio was, ask JJ a string of questions about butterflies and how she was doing), but no one was there. Usually everyone was there...

You scanned the room before your eyes settled on the briefing room, where they all stood, which only meant one thing. You have a case. You give a small huff before making your way to the room.

"Good morni-"

"Surprise!" The team all stood in slight worry, your face unreadable.

"What?" Is all you manage.

Penelope rolls her eyes as she walks towards you, "It's a birthday party!"

You blink, you didn't understand. Obviously you knew what they were, what they were for, you weren't an idiot. But this didn't make any sense...

"Hang on," You turn to Penelope, "You found out my birthday n what? Just did all this?"

"Yeah!" She grinned, "It's a surprise birthday party... Surprise!"

You swallow slightly, looking around at your colleagues, giving you small smiles. "I-" You flushed slightly, rubbing the back of your neck, voice now hushed, "I never had a party before..."

"Never? Not even when you were a kid?"

You shook your head, "Nah, by the time Mama and Pops took me in I was fifteen n then I didn't see the point in them," You gave a small shrug and Penelope gasped.

"Well, we're just going to have to make it the best surprise birthday party then, aren't we?" She said, "Wait 'til you see the cake!"

Penelope took your hand, leading you to the table where a cake the shape of a cowboy hat is sat. You huff out a small laugh, still processing everything. "We also have twister! Boss Man said we can play one game if we promise not to break anything."

"Bones or things?"

"Both. Apparently either way it's a lot of paperwork." Prentiss shrugged.

Penelope turned to Hotch, "What about two games?"

"Garcia-"

"But Hotch, it's his first birthday party! It needs to be a good one!"

Hotch looked at her for a moment before nodding, "Fine, two," Hotch said, "But then after we play Musical Statues,"

Two games of twister and three of musical statues, you all sat down (now slightly out of breath) to enjoy some 'cowboy cake' as Garcia had insisted on calling it.

"You know... JJ did a lot of the planning," Garcia whispered, sending you a wink, giggling as you blushed heavily. "You should ask her out,"

"'M not gonna do that," You chuckled, shaking your head.

"Why not?"

"'M not getting rejected on my birthday,"

Penelope rolled her eyes as she stood up, "Chicken." And with that, she walked over to Morgan.

With a sigh, you stood, joining JJ at the table of food.

"I have been told by the Tech Genius that a lot of this is thanks to you," You said, bumping her shoulder lightly as you grabbed a chip from your plate.

"I helped out a bit." JJ said with a shrug. At your raised eyebrow she sighed slightly, "Okay so I made the cake, but honestly, it was all a team effort-"

You gave her a small smile, placing your plate on the table before doing the same to hers. You gazed at her for a moment before gently wrapping your arms around her, you bury your head into her shoulder. You couldn't help but smile as she did the same, it only widening when you felt her heart rate pick up during the embrace.

"Thank you." You whisper, furrowing your eyebrows slightly. "So much."

Morgan gave a low whistle, "Morgan, I will stab you with a fork." You warned, both you and JJ gave a small laugh as you broke the embrace - both bright red. "I- er, I'm gonna go say hi to Garcia," You mumbled, giving her a small smile.

"Yes?" Garcia asked as you approached.

"I think you're right, I think she likes me back,"

"It's only taken you how many months to realise this?" She scoffed, "Your birthday or not, you're an idiot."

"Hey! 'M tryin' my best!"

"Try harder." She huffs with a smile.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #emily prentiss #david rossi #jennifer jareau #x male reader #cowboy reader #bau x cowboy reader #x cowboy reader #male!reader #male reader

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shirasuchiru · 1 month

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My Candy Love (MCL) - New Gen Ep.02 - The Law Of The Jungle - Roy & Jason Walkthrough

!!— Please make sure to check the answers and the points they give! Unfortunately, you can't get both of their CGs in a single playthrough.

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- Hello, are you the owner?

- (I didn't say anything. He'll end up leaving eventually, right?)

- Hahaha! Yes, thank you, I know. ( + with Jason)

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- After your little ditty when I got here, I think I believe them, Jason... ( + with Roy and Devon, / with Jason)

- Maybe we should play his game...? ( - with Roy and Devon, + with Jason)

- (I didn't say anything. Clearly, I don't have all the information...) (If I remember correctly, this should give / with Roy and Devon, - with Jason)

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- Don't listen to him, Sir. We know very well what we're doing.

- Don't mind them, Sir. I apologize, they don't know how to behave.

- Jason, maybe you can calm down with the cutting remarks? ( + with Jason)

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- Don't speak too soon, and may the best win! ( - with Roy and Devon, + with Jason)

- As long as everyone follows the rules... ( - Jason)

- It is for me, now. We're going to crush you! ( + with Roy and Devon, - with Jason)

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(After some dialogue, you can go to the cafeteria to start Roy's chat. I think it doesn't matter who you encounter first.)

- Yes... I would have preferred him to ask me directly if I had any ideas, but hey...

- Yes, it's very nice of him not to leave me on the sidelines.

- At the same time, he didn't hire me to twiddle my thumbs! ( + Roy)

- At the same time, the client seems to have as much ambition as Amanda, right?

- And you don't ever work on anything else? (You can choose this one to learn more about Roy! Except that, it's natural.)

- Yes, I was planning to go see her too.

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- So really, your job is to be nice? That's cool! ( / with Roy)

- Cool! I hope you'll help me to meet lots of people! ( + with Roy)

- It's funny, I thought you'd have a much more aggressive approach.

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!!— Choose the outfit with tie and black boots. It is the correct one for both Roy and Jason.

After some dialogue and one choice (you can get Devon points with the energetic answer), choose "Great, I'll ask Roy if he wants to help me." if you want to get his CG. It doesn't matter who you choose for Jason.

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(You can get a special scene with Roy for 120 Gems. If you have enough affinity and the right outfit, you can get the CG!)

(For to get Jason's CG, please continue to read this thread!)

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- I see that someone is a sore loser.

- It seems to me that's still better than having lost. ( + with Jason)

- It doesn't matter, it's still a win...

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- ( I restrained myself from hurling a few colorful insults at his back.)

- (Perhaps it's up to me to be smarter for all of us, and hold out a hand to him.) (Choose this one to get CG!)

- (And I did the same, resuming the evening with my new colleagues and friends.)

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- (But I swallowed my pride to better focus on the evening.)

- (You pay for everything sooner or later... His turn will come.)

- (No way am I going to leave things there.) (Choose this one go get CG!)

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(You can get a special scene with Jason for 120 Gems. If you have enough affinity, correct answers and the right outfit, you can get the CG!)

#otome game #otome #my candy love guide #my candy love new gen help #my candy love new gen #mcl #mcl new gen walkthrough #mcl new gen help #mclnewgen #mcl new gen #my candy love #my candy love help #my candy love new gen walkthrough

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pxrxcxa · 2 years

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Bated Breath

✶ One shot

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+.

Post summary | Virgin Cheerleader y/n planned on loosing her v-card before heading off to college, after making a pact with Chrissy. But after her original plans fall through, she turns to the only person she thinks could get the job done properly. Eddie 'the freak' Munson.

What to expect | 18 + so minors DNI,

Post Warnings | Mentions of drug use, 18+ smut content. Fem oral and p -v penetration.

Word count | 4.1 K Word Count.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Bated Breath Pt 2 is here

Authors Note | Even though this was a one shot, I lowkey want to write a sequel about why Eddie earned the name "freak". Anyways, this post was a little out of my comfort zone depth, so I hope its good. As always, if you reached this far down, thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed it, love you sunflowers 🌻 P. x

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The beat-up white and blue weather boards of Eddies trailer shone dimly in the moonlight; an icy breeze swirled around me as I mounted his front steps. I pulled my green school jersey tighter around my waist as I swung my head left and right, making sure no one was watching me creep through the darkness. The trailer park was devoid of human movement at this late hour, apart from a group of elderly men lounging in rickety lawn chairs, further down the way. Smoking cigarettes and sharing a whiskey bottle back and forth. Their gruff voices echoed off the surrounding trailers.

I took a deep breath and puffed out a cloud of hot air. My teeth started to chatter, because of the cold or my nerves, I wasn’t sure. It was hard to tell as I hesitated before his front door, my hand shaking as I raised it to lightly knock on it, second guessing my decision to come here. I had chickened out during our meeting in the woods earlier today after school, unable to carry out my carefully intended plan.

Eddie had slammed his metal lunchbox shut as I stuttered over the words ‘drug deal’ and clenched my hands together. It was clear there was no conviction behind my words, and he had given me an easy way out.

“Just say the word and I’ll go.” He had taken my silence for an answer and grabbed his jacket to leave, I didn’t have the courage to stop him and confess to the real reason I had slipped him a note during class, asking him to meet me there. “Swing by my place if you change your mind y/n.” He called out as he disappeared into the trees, leaving me sitting alone and astonished at the gnarled picnic table. I had sat there for hours after he left, absentmindedly carving my name with a rock into the side of the table, churning over my decision. Until the chilly air bit through the thin layers of my cheerleading uniform and I was forced to find refuge in my car back at the school parking lot.

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I wasn’t going off to collage as a virgin, Chrissy and I had made a pact. We were both ending our relationships right after we graduated so we could have the whole ‘college experience’. She had already done the deed with Jason last weekend, at a party at the abandoned Benny’s. But when I had tried to bring it up to my boyfriend Andy, another one of the basketball players, I may as well of tried to seduce a brick wall. I had confided in Chrissy something that had been knawing at the pits of my stomach ever since we had started dating, he never seemed interested in me that way or ever tried to pressure me into touching him. If it wasn’t for the fact that he held my hand around our mutual friends at after game parties, I didn’t think an on looker would have been able to tell if we were a couple or just friends. I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, except every school day at lunch, I listened to all the other cheerleaders complain and boast about whatever sexual encounter their boyfriends pressured them into.

Chrissy had suggested that maybe he didn’t want to make me uncomfortable and was waiting for me to let him know I was ready, so that night after school I invited Andy over to my house, under the pretence of studying for the final exams, planning it so that my parents wouldn’t be home. I had worn the sluttiest matching underwear set I could find from a lingerie shop that Chrissy and I had visited, hoping it would help me look like I knew what I was doing, or at least give me the confidence to fake it. But as I swung my legs over his lap to straddle him, crushing my lips to his in a frantic plea of acceptance, Andy had shoved me off of him, swearing at me and demanding to know what had gotten into me. He had stormed from my living room into the cool night air, leaving me shocked and vulnerable on the couch. My skirt hitched up around my hips and lipstick smudged across my chin as the chagrin feeling of rejection heated my face.

I hadn’t brought up the topic of sex with him again.

But my desired end result remained the same, losing my virginity. There weren’t many options of boys in my school that I could resort to without them immediately running to Andy.

Except maybe Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. He was cute enough for me to enjoy kissing him, but best of all, he didn’t speak to anyone I did. There was virtually no crosser over between us in our daily lives. There was a very low risk of anyone finding out. Even if he did decide to expose me, no one would believe him. The thought sent a slight pang of guilt through me over the fact that I just planned on using him.

But that notion wasn’t what made me hesitate as I rapped my knuckles on Eddies front door. The revulsion spread across Andy’s face as he shoved me off of him, still haunted me. The poisonous thought that I was revolting, that no one wanted me, crept in from the back of my brain and now festered there, completely taking over. If Eddie rejected me, I was certain it would send me into a self-pitying spiral that would end in me never putting myself out there again.

Banging from inside the trailer ceased as my knocking resounded through the thin walls. Someone heavy footed approached the door, my nerves hitched up with every tread that brought them closer. I mentally reprimanded myself for not checking to see if Eddie would be alone right now. I stepped back from the doorstep, panicking that a parent was about to burst through it. But it was Eddie himself who wrenched the door open curiously, peering into the darkness to see who was interrupting his night.

He was shirtless already, his hair wet from a recent shower. Water droplets dripped from his tight curls over a tattoo . My stomach did a little flip as his eyes ran over my body, resting on the hem of my skirt.

“Y/n” he sighed, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Changed your mind?” he questioned, hooking a finger through one of his belt loops and leaning against the door frame.

I averted my eyes from his gaze and travelled down his chest, stopping on the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his jeans. My breathing becoming quicker as I steeled myself to tell him what I came here for. He tilted his head to my level, forcing me to acknowledge him. I glanced up at him through my eyelashes, the intensity of his stare making my cheeks flood. I bailed at the last second.

“I didn’t come here for drugs.” I barely whispered. His eyebrows shot up into his bangs, the cocky grin fading from his face, confusion replacing it.

“Oh?” He stood up straight, crossing his arms as he faced me, waiting for me to explain myself. I brushed past him, inviting myself in as I looked around his trailer. I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this. It was cosy, filled with personal artefacts, not as metal and satanic as what people made him out to be. The smell of weed lingered in the air as I spun back to face Eddie, my grip on my jumper loosening. My hands fell to my side and fiddled with the hem of my skirt, becoming acutely aware of how short it actually was. I took a deep breath to relax, straightening my shoulders to push my chest out. Fuck it.

“I’m a virgin.” It was clear, that whatever reason Eddie thought I might have had for turning up at his doorstep at 9pm, shivering and nervous, wasn’t going to be me clueing him in on my sexual inexperience.

“Oh.” He repeated, his own blush reddening his face now. He crossed his arms and leaned forward, as he sort of paced in front of me. Concerns churned in my stomach as my admission hung in the air between us, every second that passed without a deeper response from him brought all my fears to light. I was seconds away from running when he stopped suddenly, turning to me.

“And you’re telling me because...?” He motioned his hand into the empty space between us, probing me to continue. I had come this far, apart from my ego there wasn’t a whole lot I could lose or damage.

“I’m telling you… because I want… you... to make me... not... a virgin.” I waited with bated breath for his outraged reaction, for him to laugh derisively and shake his head at me. But he froze, his eyes searching my face to see if I was serious. In a flash he was across the room, planting himself directly in front of me. I leaned back against the kitchen counter, the ledge digging into my hips as he hovered over me.

“Are you joking?” He splayed his fingers on the bench, placing his hands on both sides of me. He was close enough now that I could smell the mint body wash radiating off of his skin. “Why?” He asked me, looking between my eyes.

I licked my lips as I got full body shivers, unable to answer him. His eyes softened as he began to lean away from me. I reflectively reach out to grab his upper arm, holding him in place as my nails dug into his skin out of desire.

“Because I want to.” Was all I managed to get out before my gaze dropped from his in embarrassment, staring at the ingrained dirt in the kitchen floor tiles. A warm strong finger lifted my chin up, locking his eyes with mine.

“If you’re sure…” He trailed off, watching my face for a flicker of doubt. There wasn’t any. I nodded meekly, my breathing becoming irregular.

“When?” He questioned, allowing some space between us. I shook my head, my voice surprisingly steady given how fast my legs were trembling.

“I leave for a family holiday in a few days, then I’m back for graduation and then off to college. I don’t have any more time.” My words were frantic, trying to make Eddie see what I meant. He was smarter than people gave him credit for.

The words had barely passed my lips before he closed the distance between us, still giving me plenty of time to stop him before he crushed his lips to mine. Their warm softness moulding to mine in an unfamiliar feeling. I melted against his strong body, his arms pinned on both sides of me moved closer to rest on my hips, practically holding me upright as my knees buckled. I moaned against his mouth as his tongue caressed my lips, the taste of him better than I could have ever imagined. His pace picked up at the noise, his hand leaving my waist to grip the hair at the back of my neck, tilting my head back to allow him deeper access.

“Tell me what you want.” He breathed as his mouth moved against my neck, leaving soft kisses as he trailed across my jaw. I moved my own hands to twist in his hair, mulling over how it was softer than mine. I considered his words briefly. What did I want? Apart from a few light drunken make out sessions at high school parties, I had had no sexual experiences that helped me discover what I enjoyed. Stress twisted in my stomach again as I realised that I was going to have to instil all of the trust that I had, in Eddie, allowing him to hold me as he guided me through the entire night.

He broke apart from my skin, the cool air hitting the warm wet patch his lips left behind. He dark eyes gleamed with something exciting. Only one thought consumed me as I recognised the hungry look in his eyes.

“Just be gentle, please.” I pleaded, he gulped and gave me a sweet smile, running his large hands down the sides of my stomach to rest just above my ass.

“Of course, princess.” I jolted at the foreign nickname; a different feeling other than lust crawling up my frame. Before I could react, he bent down and hitched his arms around the backs of my knees, picking me up and wrapping my legs around him so I was straddling him while he was standing. A gleeful squeal fell from my lips as he headed down the hallway, presumably to his bedroom. He kicked he open door wider, exposing a slightly messy room to me. The smell of weed was stronger in here, but I didn’t mind. Legions of band posters covered his walls; similar looking magazines littered his floor and bed side table. I averted my eyes as they landed on an issue with a naked woman adorning the cover, butterflies churning in my stomach, I focused on an unlocked pair of handcuffs hanging from a nail hammered into the opposite wall from us, innocently wondering why Eddie had them. He hesitated at the open door, his hands slowly moving up from my knees, up my thighs to cusp my ass. His eyes meeting mine to silently ask if that was okay.

I tightened my hands around the back of his neck, twirling my fingers in the stray hairs at the nape of his neck.

“So yeah, welcome to my kingdom.” He tensed under me, like he was embarrassed and waiting for my reaction. I tickled his throat to try and relax him, flashing him a comfortable smile. After we shared our first kiss, most of my nerves had evaporated. After he promised to be gentle, I knew Eddie would be a man of his word, and even though he was doing me a favour I wanted tonight to be as pleasurable for him as it would hopefully be for me. I brought my mouth to his neck, leaving delicate kisses along his strong jawline. I found my way to his ear as I nipped at his earlobe.

“I like it.” I purred, his hands tightened around my ass as he laid me gently on his bed, hovering over me. He held his body flush against mine but carried all of his body weight as to not squish me.

“Are you sure you’re sure?” He murmured again, watching me carefully like he was waiting for me to change my mind. I smiled and nodded, urging him on to keep going.

That was all the confirmation he needed, sitting back on his heels he ran his big hands up the length of my thighs, pushing my short cheer skirt up to my midriff, exposing my lacy panties. I hoped that the growing patch of wetness between my thighs was hidden behind the black colour of my matching set.

Unlike Andy, Eddies eyes devoured me. Soaking up every part of my exposed skin – which wasn’t a whole lot. A pretty smile played on his lips as he caressed the soft inner skin of my thighs, squeezing them as he got closer to my sensitive spot. I gasped as his fingers brushed past my clothed slit, almost like he did it accidently. His eyes burned as they flashed up to meet my flushed face, spurring forward to kiss away the moan from my mouth. I bent my knees, widening my legs as he settled in closer to me, pressing his hardened cock against me. Another quiet gasp slipped past my lips as my eyes broadened. Fear filling my throat for the first time, the pressure between his jeans, pulsing against me was impressive and daunting. I had played with myself before, so I knew roughly how tight I was, I could not comprehend how he was going to fit all of him inside of me. Laughing a little at my expression, like he knew what I was thinking, Eddie pressed his forehead to mine.

“It’s okay y/n, I’ll go slow. I’ll be soft.” He pressed another passionate kiss to my mouth, running his hands over my chest. My nipples had already become erect at my arousal, his fingers playfully pinched them through the fabric. I moaned loudly and arched my hips into his, begging for more. He grinned against my lips and lifted his head up, his hair falling in a curtain around both of our faces, protecting us from the world outside and concealing us in our own little bubble.

His purposeful fingers trailed down my abdomen, tracing my bare skin above the band of my skirt. I groaned with frustration, my impatience breaking through. I leant forward , bumping against Eddie’s nose to rip my shirt over my head, wanting him to see more of me. All of me. I laid back down as my tits bounced dangerously in the half cups of my new bra, threating to spill over. He groaned seductively as I sprawled against his pillow, running his hands over the lacy fabric. He pulled it down to expose me, quickly enveloping one of my nipples in his wet mouth, his hand twisting the other one as to not leave it out. I knotted my fingers through his curls, my hips bucking up with each pleasure shock his mouth sent through me. His removed his lips from my boob to trace kisses down my sternum, pausing as he reached the top of my panties.

My heavy breathing stopped as I looked down to meet his eyes staring back at me through his thick lashes. I splayed my hands across my stomach as the vulnerability of my position hit me. He pried my hands away and pinned them at my sides. He intertwined our fingers together, his thick rings pressed against my knuckles. His free hand slowly rubbed up and down my slit, damping the already wet patch in my underwear. I moaned and rolled my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as a tight warm feeling burned in my lower abdominal.

Cold air hit my pussy as he pulled my panties to the side, I barely had time to marvel at the temperature change before he pressed his tongue inside of me, running it along the length of me. He spread my lips with his free hand to open me up better, bringing his mouth higher and sucking at my sweet spot. I gasped and writhed madly as the new sensation took over me.

“You like that y/n?” Eddie muttered from between my thighs, my voice was ripped away from me as he removed his hand from mine to slowly slide his index finger inside of me. I clutched his sheets at my side, twisting and pulling them until they came off the mattress. He let me adjust to the intrusive feeling before slowly pulling his hand back and pumping it into me, as far as it would go until I could feel his cold ring at my entrance. He tongue lapped at my clit and his finger curled inside of me. His pace picked up faster and faster in response to the gasps and moans tumbling from my lips. If I wasn’t so caught up in the growing warm feeling, and massive waves of pleasure wracking my body, I would have been embarrassed of the noises Eddie’s long fingers were coaxing out of me.

As my chest rose and fell rapidly, my moans turning into almost screams, he suddenly pulled out of me and sat back, assessing my shaking body. My body shook as it faltered on the brink of something, I gasped at the abrupt feeling of his body missing from mine. My legs shook as I panted at him, his chin was glistening wet, sending a stab of mortification through me. Curious, I sat forward on my elbows and reached up to wipe my hand across the lower half of his face, licking my essence of my fingers. He stared back astonished.

“What’s wrong?” I puffed, aching for him to bring himself back into me. My eyes flittered down to hips, his bulge now well and truly straining against his jeans, his own wet patch there.

“How do you want to cum?” He asked me, fondling himself through his pants, I reached out automatically to replace his arm with mine, clenching my hands against his length. He groaned and tossed his head back, his lips parting as he let out a moan of his own.

“Cum?” I questioned naively, fumbling with his belt buckle. His quicker hands moved to knock mine out of the way trying to undo his belt.

“Yeah, cum. It’s when all those good feelings sort of come together into one and explode.” He looked down quizzically at me. “Wait, you’ve never came? Not even on your own?” His hands tightened on my wrist, helping guide my fist along his shaft through the thick fabric, I got frustrated and pulled his jeans down his thighs, his grey boxes the only thing hiding him from me now.

“No, I haven’t, well I don’t think I have, maybe, I don’t know.” I watched amorously at his reaction under my touch. His breathing quickened and he rolled his hips into my hands.

“I think you’d know if you had, princess, do you want to cum with me inside of you?” He pulled away from me suddenly, leaving my grasp empty. “Fuck - I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that to me y/n.” He whimpered.

“I want you inside of me Eddie.” Wanting him to show me what he meant, I slowly leaned back against his soft pillows, rolling my body up against him as an invitation.

While always touching me somehow, he leant over me to his bedside table and grabbed a condom from there. He clenched it between his teeth and ripped it open, he reached down between his legs, wriggling slightly while maintaining eye contact with me. I bit my bottom lip between my teeth, nervously waiting for what came next. He hovered above me for a still moment, our beaths mingling. Leaning down on one arm, his hand cupping my cheek, he pressed his dick against my entrance, running it up and down my opening, collecting the wetness his tongue had created.

I gasped loudly as he pushed his first few inches in, stopping for a moment as my walls expanded, making room for him. He continued like that for a few minutes until he bottomed out in me, both of us groaning in pleasure as he filled me up. Pausing for a second to share a sweet kiss, allowing the slight pain to turn to pleasure, he started pumping in and out of me. I grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself, my nails leaving crescent marks on his smooth skin. The burning heat returned as his slipped his hand back to my clit and rubbing soft circles there, hurtling me towards the edge, building faster with each thrust he slammed into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as my body convulsed.

“Fuck -fuck -fuck, Eddie... I think. I think I’m... Eddie, Eddie ahh fuck” I buried my face in the crook of his neck, moaning as the peak of my pleasure rolled through my body in waves. He held me tightly as he continued to thrust into me more for a few more moments, before he shuddered and collapsed against my chest. We stayed locked in each other’s embrace for a private moment. Silence settled around us comfortably before he rolled off of me, quickly disposing the condom out of my sight, pulling my head down onto his chest and wrapping his arms around me.

I shivered and he pulled the covers up around me.

“Cold?” He murmured tiredly, I shook my head and smiled against his chest. The remainder of my pleasure softly leaving my body as my heartrate returned to its normal pace.

“Just happy. Can I stay?” I pouted up to him, only seeing the corner of his mouth lift up in the darkness.

“Of course, Princess.” His arms automatically tightened around me, stroking his fingers lightly up my bare back.

“Oh Eddie?” I asked groggily, sleep moments away from pulling me under its serene depths. Mmmm was his only response, sounding exhausted as I was.

“What are the handcuffs for?” His deep laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my ear that was pressed to his torso.

“I’ll show you in the morning.” He winked down at me, leaning in slowly to place his soft lips once more against mine.

Part Two

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Also Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series.

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analviel · 1 year

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Idea: Batman, and by that I mean the Cowl, is what gives Bruce the ability to Batman. Like of course he went through all the training and all, it's what made him eligible for the new Cryptid status in the first place, but there's also something about that cowl that crosses Bruce from hypercompetent badass of the highest caliber, to hypercompetent bastard who's probably from the ether. Yes, this is another Cryptid Bat thing.

That cowl had picked up a lot of things and got dunked in one too many mysterious liquid of the Gotham variety and at first Bruce was just impressed at how it was able to survive certain attacks unscathed and then it was just downright absurd that it wouldn't be damaged by ANYTHING, like the Venom or maybe blue beetle suit but the sentience is all Bruce, and the cowl eventually starts shifting into itself so it can meld into Bruce's shadows and he could transform immediately. Abilities include but are not limited to an infinite pocket space in the shadow of the cape, white lenses- or what used to be white lenses that appear and perform like actual white eyes, the cowl moves with every shift of his face muscles, it's not just a carved angry mask, shadow travel, Blob-ivism -he's a boneless boi-, physical attacks and even some magical could be dodged by creating a hole in the middle of him, heightened hearing maybe, etc. Add as you will.

Again, the Cowl is not sentient. But, like any single cell thing it can't be there if there's not a specific environment or feature that it could feed on.

Bruce greets Commisioner Gordon and cross paths with young Barbara. There's a circus and something tries to grab at Dick. Kate tried to eat it back when she thought it was trying to devour her.

Tim spends several months with a tiny shadow pet thing.

Jason reads to his little guy he's come to calling Horatio (ahem).

Idk, it's the best of both worlds of Cryptid Batfam who's just dick-ing around, and Actually Cryptid Batfam who's definitely plays it all up.

No one who doesn't have a Cowl themselves knows the truth (does Alfred have one? He certainly doesn't use it to dress up in a ridiculous animal suit).

Which means we look forward to Damian's introduction in the family -Bruce was still human when he trained with them but something happened to the man after he left that turned him to a Thing from what the Al Ghuls had observed in their later encounters.

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cactusspatz · 4 months

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December recs

Whew, I read a lot of fic in December! My Yuletide recs are here and here, and I winnowed down the rest of them to a mere ten recs.

Click on for Batman, Murderbot, and Goblin Emperor fics!

BATMAN

The Time Before by @cdelphiki

One moment, Red Hood was fighting with Black Mask, listening to the idiot go on about how he'd murder Jason long before he'd become a problem. The next… Jason was ten years in the past, nine-years-old, and fending for himself on the streets of Gotham. Bruce might not know about Jason yet in the timeline, but Batman was the only one who could protect him against Black Mask. If only Jason didn't hate him so much…

Excellent time travel fic!

this kind of weather by r_astra / @heyy-its-skip

Jason’s at school when his mom dies, and that’s the only reason any of it happens. If he’d been home, if he’d been with her, he would’ve been in the wind before anyone else even knew. Even if they looked, no one ever would’ve found him. He’d have taken to the sewers if that’s what it took, man-eating crocodile guy and all.

I love Jason in this, and his friendship with Stephanie, and the identity secrets.

seventeen going under by @bonerot19

"Where's your pops?" Terry shouted down the sidewalk. "Dunno," Jason said. "Haven't seen him in a week. I stopped goin' lookin' for him a long time ago." Hell, Jason was happy with the man's absence. Maybe it would stick, this time. "He owes me fifty bucks." Terry, closer to Jason now, was still shouting. Jason spun around and started walking backwards. "What'a'ya know," he said. "Me too." AU where Jason is seventeen, his parents are alive, he works nights at a convenience store, and everything is about to go to shit.

Loosely inspired by this kind of weather (in that Jason's parents survived longer) but much heavier on the angst and h/c. I'm loving the WIP sequel as well!

coconut and aloe by merils (Tim/Kon)

Tim still doesn’t sit. “I washed it like three times, but my hair still smells like vinegar and death,” he says, and gazes intently into Kon’s eyes. …Ah. Now Kon gets it. “Tim, buddy,” he says, amusement bubbling up in his chest, because apparently Tim can’t just ask like a normal person. It’s stupidly endearing. “Do you want me to wash your hair?”

Soft and sensual and sweet.

MURDERBOT

An Unexpected Quarter by @ilovedthestars

Murderbot is captured by the company, with no one to come to its rescue. Help comes from somewhere it doesn’t expect.

Aimed directly at my id, and a great outsider POV. On a similar theme, I also enjoyed Salvage or Repair by the same author.

words left behind by torpidgilliver

"How do you stand it?" Dr. Gurathin's tone is slow and even when he asks, "Stand what?" SecUnit 3 shares its feelings with someone who might understand.

Beautiful exploration of Three's grief, and a lovely look at Gurathin's life.

Terrible Tactical Strategy by audreycritter

Three is behaving oddly. There's a surprisingly ordinary explanation, it's just that the explanation isn't fun for anyone.

In which Three has feelings about media in an entirely new direction, and a mini breakdown. Achy but kind.

Un/Safe by John_lzhc

Ayda Mensah was in her office cubby, reviewing the last of the council dispatches, when she received an urgent assistance request from Secunit. That… had never happened before. Murderbot has a close encounter of a 3-year-old kind. It is not impressed.

*cackles* Look, Murderbot is so competent that I just can't resist stories where it panics in social situations.

GOBLIN EMPEROR

The Search for Marneise Amalo by Sphragis

"Before we may attend to the truly important aims of our account, we must address a matter that we had rather not. Were it not for the prurient curiosity of the worst kind of people, we would not deign even to introduce the following subject. As we are obliged to speak, we shall keep the point brief: Pel-Thenhior was not marnis. The accusation was always and only vicious rumor." On the (in)ability of love to find expression in the historical record.

Gorgeous fic using historical research (letters, academic writing, and video/interview) to explore the edges of Thara and Iana's relationship and future. Creative and wonderful.

#fic rec #monthly recs #batman #dcu #tim/kon #murderbot #murderbot diaries #goblin emperor #gen #thara/iana

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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 1 year

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A DC X DP IDEA #13 Mirror

Imagine dis…

It is always Danny being sent to the DC dimension to be loved or it is because "Everything's the way it's supposed to be." As Clockwork quoted. But what if we reverse the roles

The Batfam was transported to the Phantom Universe.

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It was a normal nightly patrol for the Bats namely Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin. Until it wasn’t, the very reason why Batman hated unknown meta in his territory things could go off the rail just by a wild factor.

They were rounding up the goons when they encountered from the body language, a new goon he was shaking and was very afraid at the fact that the entire Bat clan had just surrounded him just because he was the last person who had been hiding behind a dumpster.

Maybe it was because of fear when he suddenly threw his hand in their direction and then suddenly a bright light blinded momentarily the entire Bat Clan.

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They didn’t expect to wake up in a middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere. They tried contacting Oracle but they could not even receive a signal which should have been a telling sign seeing that signals on their devices should have reached them in any part of the world to outer space.

Nor they didn’t expect a can rolling towards them and quickly releasing some green smoke, they could not even react quickly enough as they inhaled some of the smoke and immediately passed out with only the color ginger and black as the last things they saw before passing out.

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Waking up disorientated as well as remembering the last thing that had just happened immediately sprung Batman awake, looking around he concluded that he is in some sort of a laboratory if any of those weird gadgets mounted on the wall mean anything. He felt that his cowl is still in place as well as his son’s sons in Jason’s case his helmet seeing that their identities were still not compromised.

Trying to move as well as futile, seeing that he has his hands, feet, legs, chest, and torso bound tightly in some metal. Looking sideways he could also see his other children tied alongside him, he also noticed a table has all of their weapons ranging from Jason’s guns, Nightwing’s batons, Red Robin’s bo staff as well Damian’s katana. Alongside his utility belt as well as countless amount of battarangs and other gadgets leaving them pretty defenses.

Slowly each of Batman’s sons woke up either groaning awake, each trying to remove the bindings that surround their entire body aside from their face. Suddenly they heard the door in front of them open up, the stranger looked at them with a hint of surprise that quickly disappeared seeing that they were awake, as he walked in, they are quite surprised at the large stature of the stranger. Wearing a black t-shirt as well black pants, black hair that is tied in a low ponytail with a goatee, blue eyes that is accompanied by light-dark eyebags below as well a light goatee.

Smirking at them as if he had them where he had wanted them while carrying a double-bladed beam sword that glows eerily Lazarus green.

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Danny Fenton is living his life, his parents had accepted him as Phantom, and Dan is deemed behaved enough to join them in the living, Dani stayed with them as a part of the family seeing that his parents produced adoption papers seemingly out of nowhere the moment Danny explained Dani’s existence to them. Vlad turned into a new leaf now trying to spoil each child including Jasmine despite herself in college, forging documents for both Dan and Dani so that they have proper identity and identification in the living world. His former rouge gallery as well as the people of Amity has now a treaty as his rogues can now come and go through neither portal to the living world to fulfill their obsessions as long, they don’t commit collateral damage as well hypnotizing and harming the living. Driving the GIW agents out of their town as well as removing the stupid law about the ghosts after seeing that Phantom had saved Earth from a giant meteor that according to scientists could wipe out the entire human civilization.

Becoming King of the Infinite Realms was something he didn’t plan, his parents marched towards the chambers of the Observants to tell them off and that they have to wait till Danny finishes his human life before starting to be a ghost, King.

Now Danny sports a pair of heavy eyebags under his eyes seeing that he is slowly fixing the Realms due to the damage as well the negligence of the Pariah Dark. He feels that every time he completes a stack of paperwork ten more appeared in the never-ending stack of paperwork.

Moving to Vlad’s mansion to accommodate the large family as well to provide accompany to Vlad seeing that he needed some sort of human interaction as his cat doesn’t count enough interaction to be considered healthy, despite the Fenton couple's eccentric behavior but for a moment Danny saw the college versions of Maddie, Jack and Vlad where times were simple and they were happy and content.

It has been a few months since they moved in with Vlad their family dynamic is best describe as chaotic.

Dan teases Danny that he is a replacement because he replaced his old, original, and entire timeline to replace Danny’s which Danny just flipped him off. Dani being the gremlin child she is, sees that she had traveled the entire world as well as learned different fighting styles to either a. help Danny or b. put her entire family on edge seeing that sometimes she would throw a dagger towards one of them when she got annoyed. Jazz the ever-peaceful one tries to defuse and fight between the three but the moment she joins in the three immediately quiet down and stop her from committing a felony or two. Danny who became an insomniac just to keep up with the demand of paperwork, refuses to let the pile grow and greet him the moment he steps into his afterlife. Vlad became the targeted uncle and despite him turning into a new leaf he still has that fixation and obsession with Danny to turn him into his heir.

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A few hours before the Bat-family appears in the Phantom verse

It was yet another daily day of fighting while the supposed adults are watching the three children fighting and wrestling on the ground with a bucket of popcorn at hand while the eldest daughter looks like she is done with whatever craziness her siblings put her in. The matriarch of the Fenton family put her foot down and dragged each of them for a short family trip, since the surrounding environment is just a lush’s grove of trees a quick walk around the forest could clear each other’s minds.

As they were walking at the trail that only the locals of Amity Park can decipher, Jazz kept looking at her brother’s hand, a large cup of pure black coffee that contains a past the legal amount of espresso shots that was mixed with red bull cannot be healthy whether it is human biology or ghost biology.

As Dan was about to tease Dani about her shortness when they suddenly saw a bright light in the direction of the deeper part of the forest. Quickly and quietly the two eldest hides amongst the foliage while the adults stayed back to protect the younger ones, much to the protests of the said kids.

Using Dan’s ability to stay intangible as well as his invisibility both saw the supposed source of the bright light or cause are unconscious, a man dressed in a bat fur suit, not that they were judging. Four more were dressed in some sort of spandex or costume seeing each of them have something different on.

As they slowly woke up Dan has already told Jazz that there was something weird and unnatural about the people in front of them. Jazz asked if his ghost sense is telling him something, Dan agreed that his sense is telling him something but the fact it wasn’t about ghosts made him on the edge, especially to the man who wore a bright red helmet.

Both of them are willing to ignore and even help the strangers but the moment they set off Dan’s senses, now they can’t let them go. Throwing a can packed with sleeping gas can knock both humans and ghosts effectively. After releasing the said gas both Jazz and Dan slowly crept up to make sure that their unexpected guests are fully unconscious before telling the rest of them what they have just discovered.

Stripping down their weapons as well as locking them up using the metal that is powered by ectoplasm making it hard for both humans and ghosts alike to escape.

Danny began researching the guests they have while the rest tried to watch over them as the Fenton couple as well Vlad arm themselves including the house in case they would try to escape as well to harm them.

…

Dan came through the doors when he saw the furry brigade now wide awake, now it is quite surprising seeing that they were supposed to be knocked out by a few more hours but shrugging off seeing that people tend to have immunity to certain drugs if administered frequently.

As Dan is sitting in a corner watching the chattering between their prisoners, he can’t help but notice a faint feeling of recognition in each of them. Especially on the man who wore a leather jacket as well the big red helmet.

Dani suddenly entered the premise making Dan release a high eyebrow at her as of telling Dani why on earth she was there. Dani didn’t acknowledge Dan’s invisible question and began skipping to the bound guests and began threatening the largest one (Batman) that if he ever dares to move with the intent to harm, she will not hesitate to swing the Fenton creep stick at him. Of course, that set off a reaction from the youngest one (Damian) which resulted in Maddie sticking her head in and beginning to bite back a threat on Do not talk to my daughter that way, the dominos effect as each member from both sides butted in to defend and verbally fight whoever threatened their loved one. Now each Fenton member has a Bat clan member that they were focused on as they try to outwit the other.

Danny enters the scene with a fresh new cup of coffee in his hand watching the scene with an amused huff and letting out one of the Fenton alarms that created the loudest and most annoying sound there is. Now each individual quieted down and looked at Danny questioningly, Danny mentioned that he wasn’t paid enough to meditate a verbal match between the two and told Dan that he can release them and turned his head to the bounded Bats and told them to cooperate.

Red Hood didn’t like the new guy's attitude and barked out why they would need to cooperate with the people that held them.

Danny blinked slowly and as it, he just come to a realization and told them what he just found out to his audience.

The bound Bats came to their dimension that contains a far different version of their alternatives selves. Danny is willing to get a DNA test between the two sides but he is pretty sure that the one who wore the red cowl on his head between Red Hood and Robin is his alternative self. He also said that each should take a closer look at each other to find which self is their alternative self.

Batman looked intently at Jack and saw that Jack may be broader than him but didn’t deter the fact that he looked almost like him without his cowl. Nightwing asked why on earth his alternate self is a woman which Jazz took offense and Red Hood snarked that maybe it is the world’s way to play his karma seeing that Dick kept dating redheads. Red Robin looked longingly at the coffee at his alternate’s other self and nodded at his lifestyle of having coffee as the only thing that makes him live. Damian is still skeptical at the supposed newcomer’s answer but one look at his supposed other self is sufficient enough to be his alternate self.

As they were releasing the Bats Vlad came through the door and asked Dan if he wanted some lemon juice while he guards.

Now take note they are still wary of their supposed alternate selves but when they saw Ra, they think a version of him, wearing a pink apron that says “Hey BOO” that has a mini-ghosts designs all over the apron. Never in their entire life they will see Ra wear something so mundane and act warm and homey to their alternate selves.

….

Now it seems each Fenton forgot to tell them the reason why they not only have mountains of weapons in arms but also the fact that they have an abundance of ectoplasm that resembles Lazarus' water.

Cue Misunderstandings and Shenanigans

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PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

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Alrighty, here's more notes from my Jason Gotham Knights playthrough. I'm not finished yet, but what I've found so far is interesting. Also here's the link to my other post about the Labyrinth which I'll be referencing.

Starting off with basic observations:

When Jason first encounters and Owl's nest he states "Hello? I'm selling owl scout cookies.

Jason can somewhat play the piano. We only encounter playable pianos in Gotham Knights whenever you're infiltrating either an Owl base or the Monarch Theater, regardless both are one time story plots, making the the ability to play them very limited. While I haven't tried this with Babs and Dick yet, Tim can't (or won't) play. He just takes his hand and swipes it down the keys, whereas Jason plays a small part of a song. I don't know which one though.

The cutscene where Jason and Tim are bonding and working on Jason's weapons. This one is pretty familiar, Jason's weapons are leaning a little to far on the dangerous side of non-lethal. When Tim brings this up Jason dismiss it, stating most of their enemies wear heavy armor so it's fine. To make his point, Tim gets in front of Jason when he goes to shoot at a practice dummy, stating that if he really believes they're safe then to shoot him. Now the major thing people will notice with this scene is that Jason hesitates for a moment (I think he's remembering something, perhaps Titan's Tower if that happened in this universe?) before pointing his weapon away. Another interesting thing I noticed in this scene is that after he points his weapon away, Jason goes as far as removing the clip and also removing the rubber bullets. It's possible he's just doing this so they can work on it, but I think Jason is going to these lengths to show to Tim he won't hurt him (again). It's clear from an earlier cutscene where Jason had a knife and he absentminded pointed it at Tim to make a point about the conversation , but Tim flinched back and Dick subtly intervened. Something along Titan's Tower happened here, but to what extent I have no clue.

So far during my League of Assassins stuff they've not ambushed Jason. If you've played or watched the game then you might remember The Court and the League sometimes set up little traps to attack you while you're patrolling. Sometimes it's a hostage, but mainly it's a few dead bodies of the local gangs and a trapped chest with a bomb. In my other play throughs I've encountered a lot of this from both sides, but Jason's a little different. The traps are still there from the League, but nothing happens. I open a chest and it doesn't go off, it's a normal chest. And it's clearly the LOA because you can see black smoke hanging around the scene, which indicates their presence. With Jason they just back off and only interact during the main storyline. Is this perhaps because he was in the League of Assassins after his little bath in the green jello? Or maybe I'm not far enough in the plot for the League to really start attacking me, or maybe I'm experiencing glitches. Whose to say, but I found it very interesting.

I was kinda disappointed with Harley's and Jason's interactions. I mean, Jason was pretty chill and civil around her which is totally fine, but I was hoping for a bit more backstory nods. We have a lot to assume about the Gotham Knights universe, so any little bit helps. But nothing really was mentioned between those two. Even stuff with Talia hasn't been very fruitful so far. If cutscenes don't show me anything I'll have to do a deep dive in the audio files, codex, wiki, and any written materiel about GK. I need to know these people's back stories!

(A small side note of how I had this whole theory written out on how Tim might have been apart of the family before Jason died based on a cutscene, but then I remembered that Bruce's audio files explicitly state otherwise. Also that'd make my Titan's Tower theory have to many holes.)

Now for my favorite part, The Labyrinth!

(This is where my previous post mentioned before comes into play)

Now, during my last few playthorughs I've been trying to map out the reason behind how certain hallucinations happen, whether it's truly random or if it depends on which direction you take in the labyrinth. I haven't cracked it yet, but I hope that after playing as Dick and Babs I'll figure it out. Right now this is just my observations.

Everything in general has stayed the same, except for the order of what happens. Here's how this time went: Turned right at the Spike room, turned left at the phonograph room, weird floating vision, (accidentally walked into some spikes and got sent to the beginning but it lead to the next room without backtracking), turned right at Bruce's Grave, turned left at the Table Room, Vision of Jason in an Owl mask, Turned right at the Pit Room, vision of Bruce and the ending sequence. I got a couple of things different then my last analysis for Jason, but I'm leaning more on the different paths direction then the randomized. We'll see though.

As for the things Fake!Bruce says, it's pretty much the same thing as he said to Tim, only in a slightly different order. The only thing that was different was in the Pit Room, where he says "You were the worst Robin, no better then a killer. Now you're just nothing."

Anywho, I'm not done with Jaybirds playthrough yet, so I'll add to this post if I find anything else.

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