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little-pondhead · 1 year ago

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[This has me in a chokehold?? Holy shit. Also I’m not skilled with fake text generators so y’all get a painfully typed out group chat.]

Oh, Danny was pissed.

He didn’t know what a Speedster ™ was, but like hell he was going to let his hard work he wasted like that. Fixing the timeline was hard! It was tedious! Danny had to be fully aware of the butterfly effect at all times no matter where and when he was!

And Clockwork is telling him that this happens on a regular basis?? No wonder the old fart got a little cryptic and smart-mouthed at times! Danny would go insane if all he was doing was preventing the extinction of an important beetle but someone fucked it up and now the humans are doing surgeries on grapes and making meatballs out of mammoth meat!

This would not do, Danny decided. If Clockwork was making his apprenticeship official as of thirty seconds ago, Danny was going to take full advantage of that fact.

He stuffed Clockwork’s note into a belt pocket and zipped over to his favorite Nap Room. It was the only room in the entire tower without a clock, which was invaluable when Danny was trying to catch up on sleep. Right now, though, he was more focused on the tiny closet in the corner than his galaxy-themed bed.

Danny threw open the dark purple door without hesitation, almost breaking the handle off in his haste. Sure enough, a mini version of Clockwork’s cloak and scepter were laying innocently on a shelf that wasn’t there before.

Danny didn’t even think twice about it and slipped the cloak on, fastening is together over his shoulders with a little moon pendant. Tugging up the hood so it cast his face in a dark shadow, Danny noticed how the edges of the cape seemed to flow unnaturally, turning into a fine mist that made the cloak seem longer than it actually was. Well that was kind of cool.

He grabbed his new staff next. The scepter was small, a bit shorter than Clockwork’s and closer to the size of a baseball bat. The top held a similar ticking clock his mentor’s had, but it was smaller and nestled in the curve of a Cheshire moon. The body had tiny stars etched into it, and the letter D was stamped on the very bottom like a wax seal.

Danny smiled nastily and took an experimental swing. The weight was good. It felt pretty similar to a baseball bat, too. So Danny was confident he could bonk someone with this if they got too rowdy. Might be useful if he was dealing with the living rather than the dead.

A green sticky note popped into existence on his forehead.

The Medallion is in your cloak pocket. Put it on, the portal will open in 5.2 seconds. Don’t eat any of the grilled cheese.

Reading this, Danny cursed and scrambled to find the Medallion and slung it around his neck, just as a swirling portal opened up under him and sucked his entire being into a vacuum of green and purple.

At least he knows his clock has pockets.

———

Barry Allen was supposed to be enjoying his day off. It was rare when he was free from both his civilian job and his hero one. He was taking the opportunity to run some much-needed errands and was determined to enjoy the day, no matter what happened.

Well he barely made it past noon before those plans were ruined.

Honestly, Barry didn’t even noticed the figure at first. He was just returning from the dry cleaners with fresh laundry in hand, silently nodding along to some music in his headphones and weaving through other pedestrians on the sidewalk. It was the busy part of town, and while usually he tried to avoid these areas just for the sake of peace and quiet, there was only one dry cleaner in all of Central City that could tackle the tough and nasty stains he accumulated through his forensics job.

The point is, Barry didn’t want to be on the street any longer than he had to. But a twitchy shadow in the corner of his eye had him whipping his head around, scanning the crowd to find the source of his sudden discomfort. He looked once and then looked again, sure he was missing something. There was something here. Something dangerous.

More movement drew his eye to a shop window. The store was an electronics one, and had a stack of tvs facing the street, all turned to the local news channel. A figure draped in deep purples was standing there, inches from the glass and seemingly transfixed on whatever the news was showing. A commercial came on and the figure shifted a third time, turning their head to check the other tvs.

The figure’s outline was misty, like they weren’t completely solid, and the turn of their head revealed floating white bangs and a tapered ear. They clutched a short staff in their hands, messing with it like they didn’t know how to hold it. They were anxious about something, Barry could tell.

He sighed, and stopped, leaning against a lamppost to shoot a quick text to the inter-dimensional Flash family group chat.

⚡️Ketchup&Fries⚡️

Hey guys, I just spotted an unknown meta downtown. I’m not suited up so if I need backup I’ll let you know.

⚡️Fries&Ketchup⚡️

i’m in class rn. is this permission to skip if your old knees can’t outrun a meta?

Every Ho

Jay and I aren’t even in the same dimension as you right now, so count us out.

Garrick

Speak for yourself. I’d gladly skip this meeting on Mars-32 if Barry needs help.

WallyWorld

I’m in China at the moment, so I can be there if you need👍🏻

🐰OURspeedforce

off world

MustardRuns

Why am I still in this group chat.

quickie-or-quiche

because we hate you

WallyWorld

Oh hold on Hunter showed up. Might take a moment.

Zhu Zhu Pet🐹

Stop running away! I’m trying to make you a better hero dammit!

WallyWorld

Sprinting around your problems won’t make them love you back, Hunter :)

quickie-or-quiche

f o u l

⚡️Fries&Ketchup⚡️

taking a test, shut up guys

Every Ho

Just turn your phone off, Bart

⚡️Fries&Ketchup⚡️

These old phones can turn off???

⚡️Ketchup&Fries⚡️

I’ll just go see what they want.

🐰OURspeedforce

don’t die

MustardRuns

I hope you die.

“They have inter-dimensional cell service in this dimension?”

Barry almost yelped and almost dropped his phone, pulling out an earbud as he turned towards the voice. The figure was two inches away from his shoulder, burning green eyes staring curiously down at his screen. Barry hurriedly turned the chat off and slipped the device into his pockets, but the figure didn’t give any sign of being offended.

“U-uh…” he stammered.

The figure continued, ignoring his startled behavior. “I knew this place had to be high-tech in some way, but I didn’t know it was far enough to let civilians send signals through the Zone.”

“Ah, yeah, some of us can…” Barry honestly had no idea what to say. Initiating conversation with an unknown was different than having them come up to you first. His mind was racing, trying to find the perfect response. He decided to play along. “What dimension are you from? I haven’t seen you around before.”

The figure shrugged. Their misty purple cloak moved oddly with the action, spilling farther onto the street and sidewalk. With a mental jolt, Barry realized no one was paying attention to the figure at all. In fact, some of them were even walking through them.

“Oh, I’m not actually sure.” The figure mused, twisting their staff between their fingers. “This is my first time meeting a living human who could traverse the Zone so seamlessly. I’ve never had to give my home a name. I do wonder why you can see me better than the other humans, though.”

“Oh, ah,” Barry scratched his neck. Was it too late to bail? Come on man, think of an excuse! “Well, on this Earth, some humans carry something called the meta gene. It gives people special abilities. I’m not sure who (or what) you are, but metas only take up a small part of the total population nowadays.”

The figure hummed over this new information. The clock on their staff made a light ticking sound, as if to remind Barry of the time. “So you’re a meta, and only metas can see me?That’s very interesting and important information. Thank you, sir. I’ll keep that in mind when going about my business.”

“No problem,” Barry chuckled awkwardly. “If I may ask, what’s your name? If this is your first time here, I can probably help with whatever you got going on.”

The figure shivered. From what, Barry couldn’t tell. Their hood was too far forward for him to see their face, and only a few strands of their whispy white hair could escape from the massive cloak. Their glowing green eyes appraised him seriously, examining every inch of his body. Barry felt like they were picking apart his soul.

Finally, they reached a decision and pulled their hood down. “Please, call me Phantom.” The hollowed face of a young boy smiled unnaturally at him, holding a hand out to shake. “I want you to assist me in my work, until I release you from my service. Will you agree? Ah. Humans still shake hands for important things, right? ”

Barry sucked in a sharp breath. He didn’t understand everything the boy had said, but honestly, his looks had grabbed Barry’s attention more than the grating static of his voice.

The boy’s skin was pale and glassy. Smooth, like the color was painted on. Like how a mortician adds color back to a corpse. His teeth were too sharp for a human’s, and Barry instinctively knew that one good chomp from Phantom would land his ass in the ICU immediately. His ears were pointed like an elf’s and his face was angled like one, too. This boy was not human in any way.

Barry almost wished that the civilians around them could see the wispy kid, floating in the air to match Barry’s eye level and looking around with innocent wonder. Just so there was proof that he was most likely about to make a deal with some sort of Fae.

Instead, he forced himself to smile, take Phantom’s offered hand, and recited very carefully, “Yes. Nice to meet you, Phantom. Please call me Barry Allen.”

Phantom’s eyes lit up in recognition. “You’re Barry Allen? Oh, this is great! This makes my job so much easier!”

The hero was almost too scared to ask. “Your…job?”

Phantom nodded and grabbed his forearm, dragging him back to the tvs with surprising strength. “Yes! My mentor gave me your name as a hint, so I suppose you’re going to help me find something.” He jabbed a thin finger at the screens. “This man right here! He’s the source of my mentor’s headaches at the moment. I’m rather upset with him, too. He messed up a timeline I had just fixed, one that I worked so hard on!” The boy released Barry and pouted, looking rather put out. “Do you think you can help me find him?”

Barry stared at the news channels with distant horror growing in his gut. Currently, they were showing a recent clip of himself, as the Flash, zipping through the city like a bolt of lighting.

“I’m not sure…”

Phantom giggled a bit, his eyes turning hard as he watched the Flash clip play again. The two anchormen were discussing the latest crime Barry had stopped.

“Too late! You shook my hand! The deal is set,” Phantom twirled his staff and smiled, like he was telling Barry about a prank he’d just pulled. A medallion hanging around Phantom’s neck glinted in the light as thee boy took his hand again and flipped it over, showing Barry a shimmering mark of a D branded into his palm. “Ah, don’t worry. It’s temporary. I won’t let him hurt you just for helping me. And I won’t hurt him (much), either!”

The boy’s smile dropped. Barry couldn’t pull his hand away.

“I just want to talk.”

DP x DC prompt/one shot :

After another tiring missions of helping Clockwork fix the timeline, Clockwork always assigned him "homework" of rewatching what he did and write a report on how he thinks he did (good, bad, what need to improve, what been improving,…)

As Danny was rewatching the scenes of a timeline being changed by him from one of the many screens in CW's lair like always, suddenly a static displayed on the screen for a few seconds and all his hard work of the week go up in smoke in front of his eyes as another completely different timeline take it's place.

As Danny was currently in shock, suddenly a green sticky note appear on the screen,

[ I am currently occupied with something else today, so as my official apprentice as of right now, i find it upon myself to finally tell you about the Speedster™ problem,

As you can see from what just happened before you, it is rather bad, as the timeline get divergent without considering the consequences, as my newly appointed apprentice, this is going to be your first official mission,

You will find that in the closet inside the room that you normally nap in, there is a new cloak and a time staff that will let you temporarily borrow my power over time, and a medallion, the portal will open after you go out of the lair,

A hint for you: Barry Allen. ]

– C.W

#DPxDC #sorry lads this is unedited #pondhead writes #someone finish this cause I have no idea where to go from here lol #if the chat names are confusing:#⚡️Ketchup&Fries⚡️ is Barry Allen #⚡️Fries&Ketchup⚡️ is Bart Allen #Every Ho is Avery Ho #Garrick is Jay Garrick #WallyWorld is Wally West #🐰OURspeedforce is Ivana Molotova #MustardRuns is Eobard Thwane #quickie-or-quiche is Jesse Chambers #Zhu Zhu Pet🐹 is Hunter Zoloman #sorry if they’re OOC I’ve never read anything about the Flash Family #seriously Danny just showed up and wandered around for a bit #then made a deal with Barry so now Barry is in the service of some fae creature #he’s contracted to a being who wants him to help hunt himself down #he gets Constantine on the line and all the usual tricks to break a fae contract don’t work #uh oh! :) sorry buddy you agreed to this #gotta help a pissed off inhuman teenager hunt down all the Speedsters #cause once he finds out there’s more than one Danny is suddenly on a warpath #Barry asks who his mentor is and Danny just offhandedly mentions the Ghost of Time #and oh god things are starting to make sense

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luveline · 6 months ago

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Maybe KBD Steve being smitten even when he takes the family out to dinner and it’s hectic in the best way possible!

KBD —Steve gets overwhelmed with love at dinner. mom!reader

“I wanna sit with mom.”

Steve ignores Dove’s whine until she says it again. “I wanna sit with mom!”

He finds it all too easy to shuffle her back toward his chest, eyes over her shoulder. He’s a little more interested in his fries right now, but he isn’t heartless. “Babe, you’re not sitting with mom. Do you want me to cut up your chicken?”

“Please?” she asks.

You’re sitting across the table with Beth. It’s easier when you’re eating out for you to sit with Beth, because, while he tries just as hard, you’re better at getting her to eat her fill. And! Despite what Dove wants, she will not be sitting with you because she wishes she was sitting on you, and your belly is not to be sat on right now. Baby Wren is four months old, and sometimes, somehow, you’re still tender. The human body mystifies.

“No.” He smiles at her. “But you can sit on my lap forever.”

She frowns. Looks like she might show off, but ultimately enjoys being smiled at too much. “Will you cut it?”

Steve grabs her knife and fork and starts to shear the meat off of her half-chicken. Beside him, Avery digs into a serving of mac and cheese with vigour, her spoon scratching the bottom of the bowl. The restaurant is quiet considering the time and day; it’s prime time 6PM on a Saturday, and you’d both expected this family establishment to be full to bursting, but besides two tables by the door and a couple of older women at the bar, it’s quiet. It’s quite nice.

The girls are less so.

“Oh, gosh, cheese,” Avery says.

“It’s too wet,” Beth says.

“Do the ‘sparagus too, daddy,” Dove says.

Wren, thankfully, snores in her stroller, the slightest tinge against her collar of waylaid milk.

“Yum! Beth, do you want some?”

“I don’t want any.”

“Bethie, you know, this is just how daddy usually makes them,” you say, stealing one of her French fries, licking salt grains from your fingers. “Except daddy wouldn’t let you have all that salt.”

“It’s nice,” Beth defends.

“Exactly. Better eat it before your daddy notices,” you say, all soft and smiley as you lean down and poke her in the side.

She shies away, but not without a smile of her own. “Mom!” she whispers.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Nothing, nothing,” you say. You reach around Beth as Steve had done to Dove and begin to cut the last of her burger into sections. Steve would argue a burger from here is better than anything he could make, but he likes the compliment.

His own burger grows cold in front of him. Your meal does the same.

He licks his thumb. “Baby,” he says, tapping your ankle with his shoe, “you need to eat.”

“I’m trying.”

“Beth’s a big girl, huh?” he says, giving Beth an encouraging wink. “She doesn’t need you hovering, she wants you to eat your food.”

“Thanks, mommy,” Beth says.

“I don’t care what daddy says,” you say, tapping your nose, “I can help you if you need it. Big girl or not.”

He rolls his eyes playfully and goes back to his own food. Dove eats strands of chicken with her fingers, seemingly pleased, and he pretends she isn’t taking fries off his plate as he relishes in huge bites of big cheeseburger. It’s amazing. Melted cheese, a super fresh slice of tomato, lettuce crisp and not soggy. Steve loves when somebody else makes dinner.

You finish your food fast, and then you're straight back to Beth. Steve realises quickly that it’s not even that she’s struggling today, you’re just being affectionate. He should’ve realised that before.

(Maybe too doting considering Beth has been able to feed herself for more than four years, but Steve can’t blame you.)

“I’m glad they didn’t give you a tomato,” you’re saying, fingertips drawing circles into her arms, clearly distracting her from the task at hand. “Remember last time? They gave you tomatoes and mustard even though we told them you don’t like them.”

“I do like tomatoes,” she says.

“No, I know, just not on burgers.” You wrap your arm around her and turn your gaze on Avery. “What’s your mac and cheese like, Ave?”

“So good! You want some?”

“No, thanks. It looks cheesy.”

Avery stabs her spoon into her food and pulls it up slowly to showcase the cheese pull. She’s gone a little pink in the face, which isn’t like her, but it’s hot in the restaurant and her food is still steaming. Like you’ve had the same thought, you lift a laminated menu and begin batting fresh air at her. “Babe, you’re red! Are you okay?”

Jesus, he loves you. Steve really loves you. You’re just adorable, and a great mom, and he loves you. He’s gonna do it. It’s gonna piss you off, but he has to.

“Okay, alright,” he says, shuffling out of his seat, lifting Dove to place her next to Avery. “This has been a long time coming. I think nobody expected me to wait this long, but.” He neatens his eyebrows with two fingertips and slicks back his hair. “Honey, I love you.”

“Steve…” you warn.

“I love you, and I want to be with you, ‘cos you’re beautiful and sweet and weirdly good with kids?” He raises his eyebrows at you. “I don’t know. You’re amazing.”

He slips his hand behind his back, shrugs off his wedding ring, and gets down on one knee.

Avery claps and laughs immediately. Dove tips her head to the side trying to make him out.

“Baby, I can’t imagine my life without you, and I can’t go one more day without being your husband. Would you please, please, do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You laugh loud and sudden, then clear your throat. “What do you think, girls?” you ask, leaning back for conference.

“Say yes!” Avery says.

“But he really annoyed me earlier tickling my leg,” you say.

“True.” Avery looks to Beth. “He can learn to be better, right?”

“I thought you were married already?” Beth asks.

Avery giggles. You squash a smile against Beth’s hairline as you give her a little kiss. “We are,” you whisper, “he’s just pretending.”

“This is not pretend!” Steve’s knee hurts, but he perseveres for love. “Please, honey. I love you more than anyone.”

Dove gasps in hurt.

“Except for my Dove, my Beth, my Avery, and my Wren,” he adds. “Jesus, we have a lot of kids. That was a mouthache.”

You meet his eyes and smile like you don’t want to smile. You hold out your hand, unperturbed when he gasps in over exaggerated delight and slips the ring on your already ringed finger.

“Congratulations!” Avery shouts.

She’s hilarious. “She gets that from me,” he says.

You usher him off of the floor for a kiss, not dissimilar from the one you gave when he’d actually proposed —your hands on his cheeks, holding him to you as though he might run away before you’re done. Your smile a palpable thing as he leans in.

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impish-baby · 18 days ago

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A few glimpses into 'both arms cradle you now' reader's childhood in no particular order

"Why do birds suddenly appear evertime you are near.." The wet tears running down your cheeks are gently brushed away, whatever nightmare plaguing your sleep seems so far away now that your dad is here. "Just like me, they long to be close to you.." Damien hoists you into his arms, still humming that familiar lullaby as he carries you to the kitchen.

"Why do stars fall from the sky every time you walk by.." You're set on top of the counter, Damien ruffling your hair softly before walking over to the fridge to fetch a carton of milk. "Just like me.. they long to be.. close to you.." The warm glow of the stove makes the quiet night more cozy, the shadows along the walls retreating as well as any lingering fear.

You can feel you eyes start to droop, a small yawn leaving your lips making the man chuckle fondly. "One sec, ok? Daddy has some angel milk for you so you don't have anymore bad dreams, then we'll get you tucked back into bed."

"Do you want to hold him, sweetie?" Not really, but a nudge to your shoulder has you taking a reluctant step forward anyway. You're not sure how to feel about him, he's your dad's but not your mom's.

Mary scoots over a little so you can climb up on the hospital bed next to her, a tired but kind smile on her face. "Here, it's ok, you just need to make sure you're supporting his head.." She helps guide your arms into the right position, placing the tiny buddle into them, a pair of equally tiny disgruntled blue eyes soon staring up at you.

When you were first told that your stepmom was pregnant, you tried really really hard to just be happy for them. You promise. The sinking dread never went away though, no matter how much you berated yourself for feeling that way.

Babies are a blessing, but the announcement only cemented the fact that the world as you knew it was ending. Your dad isn't just your dad anymore. Even then, he hasn't acted like one to you in a while. Maybe you were just denying the inevitable.

"Ohh, I think he likes you.." Mary's head rests on your shoulder suddenly, distracting you from your sullen thoughts. "See? You're a natural with little ones!"

"He's glaring at me.."

She laughs, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as she sits up. "No, he's just getting used to the world, darling. He loves you, he knows he has the best older sibling he could ask for."

"What's even the point?" You're both supposed to be sleeping even though it isn't a school night, Aunt Lisa is strict when it comes to things like that. What she doesn't know won't hurt her though.

"Because they look cool," Avery shrugs, carful of the fact you're currently snuggled under one of his arms. "And you get bragging points for catching them." You still don't get it, they're the same thing just a different color. "You've watched me play for like an hour, and now you're bored?"

"You were actually doing stuff before.." You huff, "You've been going around in a circle for fifteen minutes."

You scoff at his comment, now filled with spite to actually beat the game. You've barely moved an inch before the battle music plays, a black and purple pumpkaboo greeting you. "Oh, um..

Well, excuse me," Avery sniffs playfully, "You play since I'm not entertaining enough." The console is handed over to you, the older boy simply holding you closer. "I bet you lose the first match you try."

"Huh?" Avery sighs, quickly pouting when he looks back at the screen. "Seriously? Damm, you're lucky." He pokes your cheek, "You catch it for me and I'll buy you some fries tomorrow."

"You're so annoying!"

With how hard you hit the ground, you know you're going to bruise. You weren't even talking, you just wanted to hang out with them.

"Seriously, who even wanted you to come over? I sure didn't!" No matter what you do, Lizzie doesn't like you. Doesn't matter if you're as friendly as can be or give her some space, you're always doing something wrong. "You're wasting good air, you know?"

"M' sorry, didn't mean to bother you." You won't cry, you're too old for that. "Liz-"

"You didn't mean to? Yeah, right!" Lizzie scoffs, kicking dirt into your face. Dust immediately stings your eyes. "You're a pest! No wonder everyone calls you bug, you're clingy like a tick, a parasite."

Your feeble attempt to rub the dirt away isn't really helping, you can barely hold your eyes open enough to look up at her. Miles isn't going to do anything to help either, silently supporting his sister.

"No wonder your dad left you! And your mom, she must be insufferable if you're her kid-"

You don't know when you managed to get up on your feet or when you grabbed a handful of Lizzie's hair. On the bright side, it makes her shut up.

"Hey!"

Your dad emerges from the house, miles trailing behind him. Of course.

"What has gotten into you?" You've let the older girl go at this point, she wasn't even crying until he came outside.

"Ow, dad.." Lizzie hides behind Damien, flashing you a smirk. "I wasn't even doing anything and they decided to be mean.."

Any inking of doubt you had evaporates in an instant. You don't have a dad anymore, you haven't in years.

"God.." He crosses his arms, the stern look would have made you wince if you weren't already shaking. "Don't even try to give me any excuses, Miles told me what happened. You can wait out here for your mom to pick you up since you can't behave yourself. I thought you knew better."

"Can you at least try to eat half, please?"

Your plate sits almost entirely untouched, having just been picked at over the course of dinner. Your mom's worried frown won't leave her face. "You're still a growing kid, I don't like how many meals you've tried to skip."

"I'm not hungry." You really aren't, there's always a nauseous feeling in your gut these days. "I'll eat a snack later, don't worry, mom."

"Baby.." She pinches the bridge of her nose and you feel a pang of guilt for how stressed she must be. "Please? For mommy? Or at least talk to me about what's going on.. i- it hurts seeing you so sad all the time."

What are you supposed to say to that?

Against your will, there's tears starting to drip down your cheeks. You don't think you've ever seen the women move so fast, her chair clattering to the floor in her rush to go to your side. "Oh, my baby.."

"I- I'm sorry.." For what you don't know, maybe the fact that she's stuck with you. "I- I'm so sorry, mom-"

"Oh, hush.." You're too big for her to carry, you both know, but she still scoops you into her arms. "There's nothing in the world you need to apologize to me for."

You sniffle, tucking your head under her chin. "I- I don't want to see dad anymore.. or.. or hear about him or-"

"Shhh.." She runs a hand through your hair in an attempt to soothe you, "you don't have to, alright? We'll figure it out. If that's what you want, you won't ever have to see him again."

(a/n: some ramblings while I start writing the second part to the series..reader will continue to go through it)

#platonic yandere #famial yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere age regression #oc: both arms cradle you now 🌥

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justanoasisimagines · 6 months ago

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Fun at the Carnival

Summary; You and Jackson go on your first date together Pairing; Jackson Avery x Female Reade WordCount; 509 A/N; Hey lovelies, requests are open and my guidelines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the divider and the banner!

Jackson hesitated as he stared at your front door. He'd been attempting to gather the courage now for the past ten minutes. Any longer and he would be late. Not the impression he was attempting to make. Not on the first date. Jason finally got out of his car. Questioning why he was overthinking. It was you after all. He'd known you for years. Smart, beautiful, funny. Perhaps he had every right to be nervous. Pressing the doorbell, Jackson waited anxiously. He was going to take you to the Carnival which arrived in town early on in the week. He thought it would be fun. he could attempt to win you something. When you pulled back the door Jackson's eyes widened. You were breathtaking. Jackson's eyes wandered over you. "If you took a picture it might last longer." He snapped out of his trace as he was met with a twinkle in your eye. "I might have to with the way you look tonight. Are ready to go? " You grabbed your keys and your bag." The ride to the carnival was comfortable. The two of you conversed about your respective days. You both never struggled to find something to talk about. As expected the carnival was busy. Families, friends couples and people all joined together to relax and have some fun. Music and laughter filled the air with a mixture of fried and sugary food. "Where should we go first?" Jackson asked as you both looked around surveying the area. "What about rides then stools?" Jackson loved that idea when the two of you began to ride on various rides. Twister, Dodgems, etc. It was thrilling, adrenaline pumping through them. It had been a good hour since you two had dedicated to attacking the rides. "Come on let's me try and win you something. Jackson pulled you over toward the booths. He wanted to show off a little, to show you what he was capable of. However, so far it wasn't going to plan. He was attempting to and failing miserably. It was frustrating and miserably. It was frustrating. Why couldn't he do it? He threw another ball and it bounced out of the bucket. While he was frustrated you were trying to hold in your laughter. "Are you finding this funny?" "Just a little. I love how you've gone all macho on me?" Jackson glanced at you suspiciously. This time you couldn't stop your laughter. "Sorry," You attempted to compose yourself. However, it failed Jackson wrapped his arms together pulling you towards him. Your laughter was unstoppable. "It's sweet you know why don't you try the ring toss." You lead Jackson toward the ring toss. First attempt. Nothing. Second attempt. Nothing. Third attempt. Nothing. On the fourth attempt, the ring finally landed on the pole. You and Jackson picked you up and swung you about. "You did it! You pressed a kiss to Jackson's lips unexpectedly, your eyes widened, not intending to kiss Jackson yet he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to kiss you.

#greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy one shot #grey's anatomy imagines #jackson avery imagines #jackson avery imagine #jackson avery one shot #jackson avery oneshot #jackson avery x reader #Drabble #Requests are open

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zanzan3023694 · 1 year ago

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Good old days

#staby art #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #oc #patty hall #avery fri #rich

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dol-dolly · 7 days ago

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I’m bored at work and have brainrot so here are my opinions about NPC genders even though nobody asked:

Alex the Farmer

No real preference, although there’s something cool about a young female farmer beating the toxic masculinity of Remy and the town and becoming successful. Plus country girls being dominant are my bread and butter Fried Green Tomatoes babyyyy

Avery the Businessperson

I think they’re hot no matter their gender, although female Avery definitely has fantastic MILF tits. Mommy/Daddy dom(me) feels. Male Avery after the ritual party scene scares me more somehow.

Bailey the Caretaker

Another I could go either way on, but if they have a cock it’s huge. The reluctant exhausted single-dad flavour to Bailey (you have to squint. or close your eyes. it’s mostly just in that he protects younger orphans) is more appealing to me sometimes.

Briar the Brothel Owner

So fucking hot as a woman idk why. Especially a younger woman. She’s more smug somehow. Inspiring. How did she carve her way to the top? I like to imagine that she’s never been a “performer” she was just cutthroat and ruthless until she gained control of the place. (It’s hard to imagine she opened the first brothel in the place).

Eden the Hunter

I have only experienced Eden as a man and the breeding kink + forced trad wife vibes are so sweet I’m tempted to make him a man only every time. But Eden as a woman would also be lovely. My gf suggested I should make her a trans woman so I can project our relationship onto them annnnd that is very tempting. 🙈🥰

Harper the Doctor

Middle aged man. He’s too awkward about getting caught kissing to be the confident crazy woman doctor that a female Harper is to me (Harley Quinn vibes). He’s NOT 25 he’s too damn sleazy.

Jordan the Pious

I’m a fan either way, but men with long hair get to me. I love how their gender, Sirrus’, and Sydney’s all change the dynamics when you consider them together.

Kylar the Loner

I like them either way but something about girl Kylar telling me she’s going to make me a Mummy while she rides my face and we hold hands!!!! has made me cum several times. 🙈🙈🙈

Leighton the Headmaster

Leighton’s particular brand of predatory sleaze screams Man to me. Also he’s described similarly to Elias Bouchard in TMA to whom I would sell my soul so he’s a man and I want to fuck him terribly. But also he has a small dick and he’s insecure about it.

Morgan the Sewer-Dweller

A woman because you’re her child and nursing is so poignant here 🤤

Nikki the Photographer

I saw someone draw her as a woman and it stuck she is a mysterious emotionless woman and she fucks. Or he’s a he/him lesbian.

Quinn the Mayor

Quinn is genderfluid they just are. Could be a political thing lol. They’re whatever fits the most lucratively.

Remy the Rancher

Remy is a man with a thick, perfect cock and I am in love with him. I have nothing else to say.

Robin the Orphan

Male Robin is annoying and needy and I ask him for money whenever I can. What do you mean me winning a video game affects your self worth? Give me a break.

Female Robin is my kid sister in a hot way and I love her and I’ve made her a hundred flower crowns. She is the most fun to tease at school. Telling people you’re dating before you are makes her so flustered. She has the smallest cutest tits. I want to eat her up.

Sirrus the Science Teacher

Same as Jordan about dynamics with Sydney. Either gender is hot in a similar way though.

Sydney the Faithful/Fallen

I love love love any option they’re adorable and one of my favorites (especially Fallen). My current game gave Sydney a HUGE dick which seems fitting and he is very fucking smug about it once corrupted.

Whitney the Bully

I don’t have a preference in game, however, the randomized settings made him a trans man with a giant red strap and now that’s what he is in my head forever.

The Ivory Wraith

Impossible ethereal genderless

Great Hawk the Terror

They’re honestly one of my favorite characters. I don’t have a preference for gender but I do prefer them to be a Harpy rather than just an eagle.

Black Wolf the Alpha

No preferences but in a hot way because I like all the combinations

Doreen, Winter, Sam, River, Landry, Mason, Gwylan, Zephyr

No preferences but in an idc way.

#dol #talkingdolly #talkingdoll #degrees of lewdity

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xxduncandonutxx · 1 year ago

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UN-FUCKING-BELIVABLE (DON'T HARASS/ATTACK)

I'M FUCKING UPSET RIGHT NOW AND I MEAN, UPSET AND DISAPPOINTED. So I was friends with this HH/HB fan, which I won't out but I'll call him 'Alastor'. So basically, I got into a argument with a user on twitter about a character from HB, that being Loona. Basically I said to the user that what Loona's traumatic experience/past shouldn't be a excuse for her to act like a bitch towards Blitz and everyone around her. The user kept calling it "slapstick", so I reply to them with a post by FriedRatRant, so they blocked me and I didn't thought anything of it

Until they decided to make a post on me and Fried.

Including this user too

And look who joined, Saggs.. spreading misinformation (read thread for context)

Oliwe and others accused me of harassing for simply talking to them about why Loona abusing Blitz was NOT a case of "slapstick" comedy, if they didn't want me to continue talking they should've TOLD me instead of blocking and making a post about it or better yet... Block me and move on, learn to agree to disagree. /srs But to make matters worst, I lost a FUCKING FRIEND over this drama.. He'd blocked me over my take/opinion about Loona and proceeded to retweet the post.

And lastly, I'm being accused of being LGBT-phobic by Avery who implied that "because you and fried have a profile pic of Niffty, that means you hate the LGBT". WHICH IS THE WORST FUCKING TAKE EVER.. You guys know me for a long time and you would know that I have never been transphobic or homophobic, and if i were to accidentally misgender someone, I would like said person to correct me so I could not make that mistake again.... or at least try to if I could remember /gen

Avery, what you are saying is fucking gross.. you are the SAME person who accused me of being racist for misunderstanding AAVE? (I think that how you spell it), all because Dani said that she wanted to pop Idolomantises in the mouth and now, you're accusing me of disgusting shit like SUPPORTING A ABUSIVE CHARACTER despite me stating so many times up and down, left and right that I deprise Stella and I only like her for her design, same with Valentino but I don't support their actions. /srs

#helluva boss #vivziepop #hazbin hotel #rant #vent #vent post #venting #tw vent #personal vent #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss cw

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the-friendliest-freak · 1 year ago

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// Mild chapter 3 spoilers!! //

This tape has been living in my head rent free. Like…it not only adds way more depth to Rich’s character (and implies he and Patty got married, woop woop), but it re-contextualises his previous tapes. I’ll have to talk about it in more depth sometime.

It’s also just…the fact that he knows. He’s aware that people don’t like him, which makes the fact he got sent to Reject Storage (where everything unwanted goes) all the more sad. It’s not just the higher-ups - even his fellow employees don’t like him.

Also, it adds a new element to his character - paranoia. Justified paranoia, like his justified anger, but he doesn’t know that yet. He thinks everyone is out to get him, which isn’t far off, honestly.

A lot of people had Avery and Rich clocked as being friends, or at least on friendly terms with each other, and the note “Lunch with Avery Fri” implies they were indeed close.

But listen to the way Avery talks in the first tape. When first hearing it, everyone kind assumed Avery was a little pissed because he also hates working there. But with this new tape…what if Avery just didn’t like Rich at all?

What if his sigh at the beginning isn’t one of tiredness, it’s because he can’t find the damn boxes and now has to resort to talking to Rich of all people?

What if their friendship was one-sided? What if Rich genuinely thought he and Avery were good friends, because Avery always listened to him?

Many thoughts.

Also “you’re just different” is always a “this character is absolutely neurodivergent coded” line.

#just some rambling thoughts #poppy playtime chapter 3 #Poppy playtime #poppy playtime spoilers #PPt Rich #PPt Avery #Poppy playtime rich #Poppy playtime avery

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chichirid · 6 months ago

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꒰ა airi and minori id pack ໒꒱

(names, pronouns, titles)

minori names: alice, alicia, alyssa, april, blossom, bluebell, celia, chloe, clair, clover, daisy, ellie, evie, faith, felicity, fiona, gaia, hana, hazel, holly, hope, ivy, lily, lucy, mai, maple, may, midori, naomi, poppy, sakura, sophia, tulip, willow

airi names: aiko, aimi, amber, amy, ari, avery, cherie, cordelia, emi, freya, hibiscus, isabelle, jacqueline, jasmine, juliet, lovelynn, mari, mia, natalie, nicole, reina, riko, rosanna, rose, ruby, scarlett, stephanie, valentina, valerie, venus, wendy, yasmin

pronouns: kyu/kyutes, macaron/macarons, clove/clover, petal/petals, shi/shine, lace/laces, fri/frill, float/floats, star/stars, melo/melody, spark/sparkles, sing/song, heart/hearts, smile/smiles, flower/flowers, angel/angels

titles: (prn) with a transforming dream, (prn) with a tsundere streak, (prn)’s happy everyday life as an idol, (prn) whose fanchants echo through sunlight, (prn) who stands on a bubbly stage, (prn) whose frills float through the sky, (prn) with a fluttering dress, the singer with a dress made from dreams, the singer with an unwavering smile, the ever-blooming idol, the positive flower, the soaring idol, the idol who won’t back down

song titles: (prn) standing on the place of dreams, (prn)’s sparkling colour, the idol made from the material of love, the singer adorned in the colour of drops, the angel’s clover, the newly edged idol, the idol on a sparkling stage

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bluejaysandblackbats · 5 months ago

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You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 15/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Fifteen: Back of the Closet (Jason's POV)

Every day after I finished dropping Terry off, I spent a few minutes getting Avery-Marie cleaned up for dinner, and I checked on Andrew in his room. He’d taken up painting as a hobby, and he rarely came out of his room for anything. It was our normal. I knocked on the door frame, and Andrew looked up from his painting. “Whatcha working on, Drewby?” I asked.

“Mom’s garden,” Andrew answered. I sat beside him, rustling a hand through his hair, and I kissed his temple. It’d been two years, and I still couldn’t get past the joy I felt looking at his face every day. “How was your day? Is your friend’s son okay?”

“Uh-huh… I’m worried Powers is after him because of something his father found out… I’m gonna have someone look into it,” I answered. Andrew looked at me.

“Are you gonna put the helmet back on?” Andrew questioned. I shook my head.

“I don’t want to. I wanna see if the authorities can suss this out without help… Did you go to therapy today?” I questioned. Andrew nodded. I never pushed him to talk about it, but he’d tell me sometimes if he was in the mood to talk. Andrew continued to work on his painting.

“I talked about you today… And Mom… Why weren’t you and Mom getting along?” What happened?” Andrew asked. It was a long time coming, but I was surprised he finally asked me about it.

“It was my fault… I didn’t pay enough attention to her, and I never listened to her pleas about making nice with your grandfather. She just wanted me to work through my trauma. And I wanted to close it off and pretend it didn’t matter,” I answered, “Your mother was the sweetest woman I ever met. She was a good wife and an amazing mother. We weren’t gonna divorce… I would’ve stayed with her forever if I could’ve.”

Andrew smiled. I’d been seeing a lot more of that recently. Avery-Marie finished taking her bath, and she knocked on the door. “Uncle Andy,” Avery-Marie whispered as she knocked on the door. “Uncle Andy, can I show you something?”

Andrew stopped painting, handed me his brush, and he let Avery-Marie in. He never turned her away. Even on his bad days, he gave her his full attention, showering her with love and affection like he used to do with Maggie. He picked her up and kissed her cheek. “What is it, Sugar Plum?” Andrew asked.

“I made you something,” Avery-Marie whispered. She always whispered to him. He set her down, and she ran to grab her backpack before returning with a handmade suncatcher. “Grandpa put his present in the car.”

Andrew opened his window and taped it there. “Wow. Thank you so much, Avie. Every time it’s sunny, I’ll be able to open my curtains and see the rainbow. This is so nice,” Andrew grinned.

“I’m gonna start dinner,” I whispered to excuse myself. Andrew would help Avery-Marie with her homework while I cooked. It always calmed my nerves. I liked dinnertime. It was the only time I had to clear my head and focus on a single task. I didn’t have to think about Abigail surrendering custody of Avery-Marie to me. I didn’t have to think about Michael being tangled up in the magic scene in Louisiana. I didn’t have to think about Andrew’s agoraphobia. When I cooked, it was just me and the stove. Today, I made burgers and french fries. It was Avery-Marie’s favorite. I brought our meal to Andrew’s bedroom, and we ate at the little table by his closet. Avery-Marie sat on my knee while we ate. Andrew took his pills with dinner. After dinner, I put a movie on for Avery-Marie, and Andrew took a nap beside her.

When nighttime came, Andrew listened to the police scanner before bed. “That’s a code I haven’t heard in a while,” Andrew whispered.

“What’s that, Drew?” I questioned.

“The code for masked vigilantes. At Wayne Powers on the roof. Do you think it’s Grandpa?” Andrew asked. I shook my head. “Dad?”

“It’s Terry,” I answered. There was no doubt or hesitation in me when I said it. It had to be Terry, and I felt my blood run cold. Andrew frowned and nodded at me.

I shook my head, feeling torn between my duty to Warren and his family, and my duty to my family. It felt like the same thing. Warren, Mary, Terry, and Matt felt like family… But Andrew grabbed my hand. “You stepped away because you didn’t want to hurt kids… Now you have the chance to save one. Go ahead, Dad,” Andrew reassured me, “Don’t be gone too long, or I’ll call Uncle Dick.”

“Uncle Dick is in California,” I whispered before kissing his forehead, “Comms are in my bedroom.”

I left the room and got dressed in the last model of my costume. I hadn’t worn it since the kids were babies. They knew about it. That wasn’t a secret to them.

I took my motorcycle through the old passageways to get there faster, and I could tell from the sound of the security guards that Terry was there already. I turned comms on, calling straight to the cave like old times, hoping someone was on the other line. “Anyone on the line?” I questioned.

“Hood?” Bruce’s voice half-exclaimed on the other line.

“What’s his location and why would you let him wear the—?” I heard a gunshot and a hissing noise before looking up to see Terry in the Batman suit tailing a plane. “He can’t do this on his own—.”

“The kid is in the suit against my wishes… But he’s got it under control. He’s got a natural talent for this… Go home, Hood. Stepping in now would only jeopardize his safety. Unless you’d like to talk about—.”

“Listen here, you sick old man. I’m only coming there, so I can chew you out for allowing this curse to take another kid,” I whispered. The drive to the cave felt like it took an eternity, but it was only a few minutes. Bruce sat in his chair, looking more alive than I’d seen him in years. He had a distinct twinkle in his eye. I hadn’t seen that in him since I was a little boy.

“He said he’s heading straight home… I didn’t know he was one of your kids. If I did, I wouldn’t have hit him so hard when I caught him down here. What’s your opinion on his mental state?” Bruce asked.

I couldn’t lie to him. “Terry craves adrenaline, and he’s smart… Intuitive and compassionate. He has a record and a past, but that’s not reflective of how strong his conscience is. Terry feels guilty for things that he’s done, and he has a strong desire to set things right even if they seem completely out of his control. He’s deeply empathetic… More than anyone I’ve ever seen, and I originally planned on partnering him up with a defense attorney before I took a step back from work two years ago… I’m not gonna be able to talk him out of this, am I? And I can’t tell his mother. That’d kill her,” I answered.

“He reminds me of you… He’s got a smart mouth, but I think that comes with being a teenager,” Bruce replied.

“You like him… You lonely old—. You want him back here, don’t you?” I questioned.

“This city’s falling apart. I think he’s fresh, and I appreciate his raw talent. If you say no, I’ll respect that—.”

“But he won’t. I know how this works,” I interrupted. I wanted to blame Bruce this time, but I knew it was as much his curse as mine.

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