#he says that too and how old do you have to be to join the police? (at least in japan)

[rottingghosty]

Wayne Enterprise DILFs | DP x DC

this just in local 23 year old forgets they wear glasses and i’m at work lmao

in this prompt / au ish kinda thing, danny’s around i would say late 20s so he gets along well with the younger bat clan members because he’s just an honorary family member at this point. he’s also an enabler to bruce and thus a retaliation had to be made (im a firm believer that danny gets tall and buff when he gets proper nutrition and is built like a tank)

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Danny squints at his notepad, the words were small and blurry enough that not even squinting helped clear up whatever was written on it. He’d forgotten his glasses— something that occurs occasionally when he’s trying not to be late to work and it always ends with him struggling. Beside him was Bruce who seemed to equally be squinting at the tablet but at an arms length compared to when Danny brought it up to his face.

“I think this is why my kids keep telling me to get my eyes checked.” Bruce mumbles and Danny can’t help but let out a small snort in amusement. Danny’s aware of how often Bruce’s children nag on the older man about getting his eyes checked now that he’s ‘getting up there in years’ as one Tim Drake said.

“Tell me about it, my youngest— Eleanor but we call her Ellie always nagged on me until I finally went to our family doctor to see. She turned out to be right but I forgot my pair today.”

His pair that were gently coated in ectoplasm since apparently normal glasses couldn’t help with his heightened senses that his ghostly side leaks over to his human side and it’s why he needed them. Frostbite had been eager to get him a pair, something that Danny wanted to be upset about but the gentle yeti was too caring for Danny to deny him.

“Don’t worry about it chum, I’m sure we’ll figure out what’s on the schedule for today.” Bruce says and Danny gives the man an encouraging smile.

“Danny.” Tim’s voice says with a heavy sigh and instinctively Danny wilts like a flower and hangs his head low. That was Tim’s ‘disappointed but being polite about it’ tone and Danny hates that tone because it means Danny made a mistake. Mistakes made by Danny must be made better by Danny by doing something like joining the Wayne family dinners or even— he shivers— modeling for when one of the Waynes can’t do a photo shoot.

“Tim.” He curtly replied as Tim shook his head and placed his hands on his desk.

“Please tell me you didn’t forget your glasses today.”

Danny pressed his lips together.

“Well.”

“Danny.”

He huffs as he picks his head up and crosses his arms, leaning back against the comfortable couch in Tim’s office because that man took power naps like it was his third job. Danny isn’t stupid, he knows the Waynes are the vigilantes that go out but he dutifully ignores that fact and doesn’t say anything because he likes this well paying job even if he’s really a bodyguard posing as a secretary for Bruce.

“I may have misplaced them today.”

Tim groaned loudly in response as Bruce’s lips curled in amusement, Bruce waited for Tim to turn away from them to slide Danny a hundred dollar bill which Danny silently pocketed.

He wasn’t going to snitch out his boss that the reason Danny and Bruce Wayne were seen at an aquatic center to help teach kids to swim that ended up with Bruce ‘tripping’ and falling into pool nearby was because a kid ‘pushed’ him. Really, Tim should know better than to think Danny was going to say no to acting undercover so Bruce can get clues about a case he was working on.

It’s Batman! He’s not going to deny Batman. Even if the two completely scrapped whatever schedule was made to do their own thing.

“I’m telling Alfred. We’re also getting you glasses old man, I’m not accepting any excuses anymore!”

Both Bruce and Danny gave offended gasps.

It’d be later in weeks time where Danny would be on the phone with Jazz, coffee cup in hand as he spoke to her about any recent things and how life was.

“So are you going to tell me why people in Gotham and on the internet are calling you a DILF?” Jazz asks and it causes Danny to choke on his sip of coffee, the heat burning briefly before he managed to croak out a weak.

“What- Who… Tim.”

His work phone rings and all he sees is a message from Tim with a simple smiley face as if the man didn’t drop multiple photos of Danny, Ellie and Dan (whose faces are thankfully blurred) on the internet as revenge. Especially when Danny sees the caption.

Tim Drake ✔️@ceoTDW

Wayne Enterprises loves supporting single fathers! I’m sure you’ve noticed Bruce Wayne’s secretary but are you aware he’s a single father raising his son and daughter? Here’s our photo shoot with him to celebrate one of our loved employees!

How cruel Timothy Drake-Wayne. How cruel. It’s even worse when he sees fucking Gotham Gazette make an article about how people have voted that Danny is a DILF alongside Bruce Wayne and Lucius Fox. As well as the fact that W.E. ‘collects’ attractive employees to boost morale. What the fuck who wrote this— Vicki Vale.

“I’m never going to show my face again.”

Jazz laughs in response.

[darkbluekies]

How would the guys react if there kids and darling did the shut the fuck up mom trend ???( sorry for my English)

Warnings: Edmund is not a very good father

A/N: Jerry’s not included because she doesn't want or have kids. Oh and im not sure if I'm thinking if the wrong trend but I've written something

Silas:

Sierra would be the one to suggest it, and the one wanting to test it out. Emelie would watch in amusement with the comfort of it not being her and Darla would find it interesting. Silas, however, would not. He knows how bad mouthy his daughters can be and he lets them, mostly, but not when it comes to you. He'd enter the room quick, too quick, eyes dark.

"What the fuck did you just say? Sierra, you better apologize immediately and buy your mother something she likes if you don't want your allowance to be pulled in for a year."

And when he gets to know that it's just a joke and you're in on it? He'd glance at the three daughters laughing.

"All of you? Really? I'm so close to giving your inheritance to charity."

Dr Kry:

Lydia would tell Nadia to do it, not wanting to join in her sister’s dumb ideas. Dr Kry would react immediately. He'd enter the bedroom, face in utter disbelief.

"Who has taught you to use such nasty words towards your mother? Is it those friends of yours? I knew that they were a bad influence. Apologize. Now."

When you softly tell him that it's just a joke, that you gave them permission, his face wouldn't change.

"Joke or not, we don't say such things in this house. I'll let it slide this time because of your little joke, but do not make it a habit. We have a basement that would love to be cleaned."

King Edmund:

Edmund does not take the treatment of you lightly. Especially when it comes to Ludwig. It'd be a rare occurrence when you and Ludwig get along and he'd be down for a joke, but he'd be cautious, knowing how fas5 his father gets angry. So when be does, he's quick to hide behind you. Edmudn would hear him a mile away and would arrive a second later.

"What the fuck did you say? Who do you think you are, speaking to your mother like that? You should be grateful your mother loves you as much as she does or I'd show you what ungrateful brats get when they think they’re cool."

Ludwig would tug your shirt, signaling for you to tell the truth. You thought it'd calm Edmund, maybe maje him laugh. It doesn't.

"Ludwig, you're too old for these childish games. I'd expect it from Victoria, not you. Go do something useful. I don't want to see you for the rest of the day."

Hedwig:

It'd be expected from Violet, with her temper, but from sweet, shy Astor? That's just why he suggests him doing it. Violet would laugh, nodding. She'd come running the second Astor says it, shocked beyond belief.

"Astor! No! What's gotten into you? I don't want to hear such filth coming from you. My sweet boy, come here. Don't say that to papa, that's not nice."

Violet would tell her that it's just a joke and that you're in on it. Hedwig would sigh.

"Don't do that, that's not nice! But I'm thankful you're not mean, that'd break my heart. Oh well, that's enough heart attacks for one day, can we get some ice cream or something?"

[whatonearthisgoingon]

YES!!!!

REGULUS WANTED TO BE A DEATH EATER!!!

Book 7, Chapter 10, Hermione Granger: Beneath this was a collection of yellow newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged collage. Hermione crossed the room to examine them. “They’re all about Voldemort,” she said. “Regulus seems to have been a fan for a few years before he joined the Death Eaters"

Book 7, Chapter 10, Kreacher: "For years he talked of the Dark Lord, who was going to bring the wizards out of hiding to rule the Muggles and the Muggle-borns… and when he was sixteen years old, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord. So proud, so proud, so happy to serve…"

Book 7, Chapter 10, Kreacher: “And Master Regulus had volunteered Kreacher. It was an honor, said Master Regulus, an honor for him and for Kreacher, who must be sure to do whatever the Dark Lord ordered him to do… and then to c-come home.” Kreacher rocked still faster, his breath coming in sobs. “So Kreacher went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord did not tell Kreacher what they were to do, but took Kreacher with him to a cave beside the sea. And beyond the cave there was a cavern, and in the cavern was a great black lake…” The hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stood up. Kreacher’s croaking voice seemed to come to him from across that dark water. He saw what had happened as clearly as though he had been present. “… There was a boat…” Of course there had been a boat; Harry knew the boat, ghostly green and tiny, bewitched so as to carry one wizard and one victim toward the island in the center. This, then, was how Voldemort had tested the defenses surrounding the Horcrux: by borrowing a disposable creature, a house-elf… “There was a b-basin full of potion on the island. The D-Dark Lord made Kreacher drink it…” The elf quaked from head to foot. “Kreacher drank, and as he drank, he saw terrible things Kreacher’s insides burned… Kreacher cried for Master Regulus to save him, he cried for his Mistress Black, but the Dark Lord only laughed He made Kreacher drink all the potion… He dropped a locket into the empty basin He filled it with more potion. “And then the Dark Lord sailed away, leaving Kreacher on the island…”

Book 7, Chapter 10, Kreacher: “So what happened when you got back?” Harry asked. “What did Regulus say when you told him what had happened?” “Master Regulus was very worried, very worried,” croaked Kreacher. “Master Regulus told Kreacher to stay hidden and not to leave the house. And then… it was a little while later… Master Regulus came to find Kreacher in his cupboard one night, and Master Regulus was strange, not as he usually was, disturbed in his mind, Kreacher could tell… and he asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the cave where Kreacher had gone with the Dark Lord…”

Book 7, Chapter 10, Kreacher: “M-Master Regulus took from his pocket a locket like the one the Dark Lord had,” said Kreacher, tears pouring down either side of his snoutlike nose. “And he told Kreacher to take it and, when the basin was empty, to switch the lockets…” Kreacher’s sobs came in great rasps now; Harry had to concentrate hard to understand him. “And he ordered – Kreacher to leave – without him. And he told Kreacher – to go home – and never to tell my Mistress – what he had done – but to destroy – the first locket. And he drank – all the potion – and Kreacher swapped the lockets – and watched… as Master Regulus… was dragged beneath the water… and…”

HE WANTED TO BE A DEATH EATER!!! HE LIKED HIS WORK TORTURING MUGGLE BORNS, UNTIL TWO THINGS!!!

VOLDEMORT HURT HIS ELF, REGULUS' PROPERTY, AFTER IT HAD BEEN LENT TO VOLDEMORT.

REGULUS REALIZED VOLDEMORT WAS MESSING WITH MAGIC LIKE IMMORTALITY, AND REG DIDN'T VIBE WITH THAT.

THIS DOES NOT MAKE HIM A REDEEMABLE CHARACTER, AT ALL. IT MAKES HIM SOMEONE WHO WAS EXTREMELY FUCKED UP, BUT HAD SOME LIMITS.

AND THAT LIMIT WAS PROPERTY DAMAGE, AND VOLDEMORT HAVING TOO MUCH POWER. AKA, REALLY BAD REASONINGS. LIMITS THAT EXIST IN BENIFITING FROM PRIVILEGE AND CLASSISM. REGULUS' LIMITS, WERE ESSENTIALLY BUSINESS DISAGREEMENTS!!!

HE WAS A DEATH EATER; THAT IS THE MAGIC WORLD'S EQUIVALENT TO THE NAZIS OR THE KKK. THEY SUPPORTED GENOCIDE OF MUGGLE BORNS. THEY WERE A TERRORIST ORGANIZATION THAT KILLED ANYONE THAT DIDN'T STAND WITH THEM!!!

HE DID NOT HAVE TO BE A DEATH EATER. HE DID NOT. BUT HE LOVED BEING A DEATH EATER; NOW SHUT UP!!!

The day marauders fans stop mischaracterising Regulus, Barty, and Evan by treating them like they’re innocent little babies who “had no choice” is the day i’ll rest peacefully.

[peachhcs]

i saw this tiktok and it was like media girls asking players who there favourite female athlete was and maybe you could write something like that of guys mentioning samy hahahah just hyping her up

WAIT YESSSS i like that because they'd definitely say her just because of how much they adore her and you knoww will is saying her immediately

au masterlist

the boys had never been too into media, especially when it was just answering the same questions over and over. it got old fast and most of the time the social media interns were catching them at their worst moments like after a hard practice or after losing a game, but today seemed like a good day. vicky, the boston college media girl, stood at the entrance to the locker room as the boys came off the ice to grab some quick content for instagram.

"uh oh, vicky's here, you know what that means," drew teased when he saw the girl with her phone and microphone.

"hi, yeah more media. sorry boys," she giggled.

"don't apologize, i'm ready. hit me with whatever you got," drew encouraged as aram, fowler, and vote walked in behind him seconds later.

"you three can join in too, but i'm doing a little series of getting to know the players better, so today's question is who is your favorite female athlete?" she handed drew the mic as the boy pondered his answer.

"oh easy, samy hughes," aram quickly answered with a smile.

"oh agreed. she's a fucking beast," the others quickly agreed after hearing aram mention the michigan soccer player.

"if you haven't seen her play yet, you better go watch one of her games. she knows her shit out there. i've never seen someone so confident on the field before," aram stole the mic to continue his thought.

"i was gonna say her but i didn't know if it would be weird," drew laughed.

"dude why would it be weird? she's our friend," fowler laughed too.

"yeah there are people probably so jealous we can say that," aram commented. vicky grinned at their answers and let them go as more boys came back from practice.

some of the older boys mentioned people like livy dunne, caitlin clark, and paige buckers, but when ryan, gabe, and james came in they were also quick to bring up samy's name.

"favorite female athlete? definitely samy. have you seen her play?" ryan chuckled while the other two nodded in agreement.

"i would also say my own girlfriend, hannah duke," james cut in with a shy blush.

"ah, yes, yes. well you've got your own girl," gabe teased a bit.

"although, both are very good athletes, so i'd say both," the freshman smiled.

"she's scored how many career points? like 100? she had her 100th celebration senior year," ryan said.

"yeah, she's probably close to like 200 now," gabe added.

over in san jose, a similar video was being filmed with the sharks players after they finished practice. will and mack exchanged a glance when they saw the two interns grinning at them with a microphone in one of their hands.

"hi, you know what time it is," vanessa laughed.

"can't evade this time. what's the question today?" mack wondered as him and will stopped to entertain their video.

"who is your favorite female athlete?" vanessa asked and chloe held the mic out for them.

"easy answer, my girlfriend. samy hughes," will quickly grinned without hesitation.

"i'd have to agree and also say my girlfriend, blaire stevenson," mack added.

"can you tell us why?"

"uh, she has a lot of dedication and has put a lot of time into the women's soccer team. she has successfully led them to the ncaa finals since her freshman year and helped win them their first national title in years," will said.

"i echo everything he said about samy. i've never been too into american soccer, but watching samy play is actually like super incredible to watch. she has a lot of raw talent and it's really cool to see her use it. my girlfriend is also a very talented figure skater and i envy the grace she has on the ice. it blows me away every time i watch a meet," macklin grinned.

"awesome answers, thanks guys!" vanessa and chloe waved as the two boys continued to the locker room.

when the videos were posted everyone was gushing about how quick the boys brought up samy and how endearing it was to see how much they love her (platonically and romantically).

comments

user1 STOP this was so cute?? all of the dev boys said samy awww

user2 i actually love how close they all are with samy and it's so cutie to see

user3 wow i knew they loved her but i didn't know this much. i loved seeing them gush about her

user4 u knowww she's so loved by them

user5 oh i'd know they'd do anything for her if she asked

user6 stop will was so quick to say samy

user7 will's blush awwww

user8 i hope they're all friends forever they're so cute

user9 where do i find friends like this????

user10 wait babiesss aw

[ladykailitha]

Spellbound Part 9

I keep saying things are ramping up, but believe me this is just getting started. Though, I think it will only have 14 chapters, so we are nearing the end.

In this we have the kids trying help, and Eddie gets into a spot of trouble.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Steve was up with the first light of dawn. The mist clung to the earth like a death shroud and a chill went down his back that had nothing to do with the heavy rain the night before.

Jim, Wayne, Callahan, and Billy all showed up at Steve’s door.

“Where’s Eddie?” Steve asked Wayne. The sense of dread building up like a fire in his gut.

Wayne shook his head. “He said that he would join us later, there was something in town he needed to take care of first.”

Steve frowned but wisely said nothing. He lead the group all the way to town gate where he stopped. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Dustin, Mike,” he growled, “come out of those bushes now.”

There was some rustling and some clear shoving and Robin, Max, and Lucas all stumbled out of the bushes as well.

“Robin!” he hissed. “You’re supposed to keep them home not join them!”

Robin shrugged. “They want to help find their friend and you need as many as people as you can get.”

Steve let out several harsh breaths through his nose. He turned around and said, “By the raise of your hands, how many of you know the difference between a red cap cry and the sound of an actual child in distress?”

No one raised their hands.

“Uh, what now?” Jim said tilting his head. “You mean to tell me that these bastards hunt by sounding like a child in trouble?”

“How do you lot not know this?” Steve huffed. “There are creatures on your very doorstep that you simply should know! The reason Will is even out there in the first place is because this town is so woefully ignorant that he wasn’t taught how to look for the signs.”

“We usually don’t leave town,” Callahan said with a tilt of his head. “I guess we just didn’t think it was necessary.”

“You have a changeling in your house, Jim,” Steve insisted. “The Hendersons have a brownie. There are now three witches with familiars in this town. How can any of you think that magic would stop at the town gate?”

Wayne frowned. “It’s like there is something there that I want to remember, but I just can’t. Every time I try slips away like a moonbeam.”

“I don’t have the time or energy to reverse such a spell if there is one,” Steve said with a pout. “But it has to be of magical origin.”

The older adults nodded.

“Can we get going now?” Mike bit out. “My best friend is going to be eaten if we sit here dithering about old farts and their faulty memories!”

A gold light flicked from Steve’s hand to Mike’s mouth. “You best watch your tongue. If we going in there half cocked then we risk far more harm than good. And you listen when your betters are talking.”

Mike opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He tried shouting but there were no sounds coming out of his mouth.

“So that’s what that spell looks on someone else,” Robin said blinking at him for a moment. “Don’t worry it wears off in a few minutes. But Steve is right, we need a plan and knowledge on how to avoid getting ourselves eaten by thing. How do you think Will would feel if he got rescued at the cost of your life?”

Mike’s shoulders slumped and mouthed ‘I’m sorry.’

Steve let out a slow breath. “Right. One of the first ways to tell the difference between a Redcap and an actual child is not how it’s said, but what is said.”

“What do you mean?” Max said, tilting her head to the side.

“No scared child is going to be able to give you clear instructions on how to get to them,” Steve explained. “But a redcap will say things like ‘you’ve gone too far’, ‘I’m on your left’, ‘I need you to come closer’.”

“Oh!” Dustin said, eyes wide in shock. “But you’re so worried about finding a hurt child you don’t stop to think that you’re being led!”

Steve snapped his fingers at him. “Exactly that. Also and this is the worst part, they will try to sound like someone you know.”

There was some murmuring and shuffling and distinctly not looking at Steve.

“Which is why I wanted the kids to stay at home,” Steve said, glaring at Robin, who had the decency to look ashamed. “If I knew the kids were home safe with her, I couldn’t be tricked into failing for their illusions.”

They were all silent for a while before Robin spoke. “I’ll take them home. Bav will keep them safe.”

“No!” Mike cried, balling up his fists in rage. “I won’t go! My best friend needs me!”

Steve took him by the shoulders. “You especially, Mike. How do you think the redcap captured Will in the first place? It mimicked you.”

That brought everyone up short and there was a stillness that wasn’t there before.

“You don’t know that,” Mike muttered, hanging his head down as his fists were clenched in rage. “You can’t know that.”

“I can and I do,” Steve said firmly. “Because he was in love with you. Is in love with you.”

Mike’s head shot up and he looked Steve in the eyes as the realization hit him. “Oh.”

“He would want you safe!” Steve insisted further. “Please if you care about him at all, you’ll stay clear of this! Please!”

Mike let out a shuddering breath. And then another. “Yeah. Of course I care about him. I always have.”

“So you’ll stay here?” Steve pressed. “For his sake?”

Robin reached out her hand. “Come on, Mike. I’ll take you kids back home.”

Mike looked at her hand for a moment and nodded. He took her hand and the rest of the kids followed her back into the town where they would be safe.

“All right,” Steve said turning back to the men. “Let’s do this. Let’s bring Will Byers home!”

~

Eddie had been suspicious of Chrissy since that day with changeling and Chief Hopper, as both Wayne and he had been home and when he asked her who was at the door she said it was no one. But when Steve told him to take the packets for Wayne’s arthritis? He knew exactly who had been at his door.

So while she seemed genuine about mooning over Robin and let him rant about Steve, even when it turned from complaining about the near constant stream of people thinking the witch’s house was Eddie’s to realizing he had fallen in love with the bright, happy man, Eddie made sure to keep their goings on out of his mouth.

He didn’t trust her.

He had decided to stay behind while Wayne went to hunt for Will to see what Chrissy would do with the house empty. He didn’t have to wait long.

Sure enough Chrissy came down the lane followed by Jason and another man. He was dressed all in black and wore an expression just as dark.

They reached his house and the dark one stopped.

“This is the witch’s house,” he said firmly. “Do not seek to lead us a stray, woman. I have been to many a witch’s house and this is one if ever I saw it.”

Chrissy stopped and looked at his house, shaking her head. “I thought so as well, good sir, but the witch’s house is yonder.”

She pointed at the bright yellow house with green accents and cheery garden.

The man grabbed her arm and shook her violently. “Do not speak against your betters, wench. To accuse some poor fellow as a witch when the real witch has been hiding in plain sight all along.”

“Jason,” Chrissy begged. “Tell him that Steve is the witch and not Eddie.”

“He has clearly place a spell over you,” Jason said with a sneer. “You weren’t supposed to cozy up to him, you were supposed to pump them for information.”

Oh shit! Eddie thought before his door was being kicked in by the newcomer. He sprung for the back door, but Jason was blocking the way.

“Chrissy!” he cried as both men advanced on him. “Help me!”

But Chrissy stood there motionless, eyes unblinking as they dragged him out into the daylight.

Jason and the newcomer dragged Eddie to the town square.

The townspeople came out of their houses to see what the commotion was about.

“Good people of Hawkins!” the newcomer cried. “I am Witch Hunter Thomas Hagan and I have been brought to your town to root out the witch! A lo! Here he is!”

“That is no witch,” someone said. “That is merely Eddie Munson. The witch isn’t here!”

“Witches aren’t evil!” Joyce cried out. “Steve is a good man who is looking for my son!”

“To eat him!” Hagan cried. “Do not be deceived! Witches will live among you for a time until you let your guard down, then they will devour your children! They will feast on the blood of your animals. Use their entrails for their dark magic. They will suck the life force out of every good person here and then move on to the next town!”

There was some murmuring from the towns people but before Hagan could speak again, a furry little body bit down hard on his hand, letting Eddie loose.

Eddie grabbed the ferret and ran. He tucked his friend into the inside of his shirt sprinting for the town gate.

“Seize him!” Jason cried.

Suddenly there were sounds of many feet rushing to do the mayor’s son’s bidding.

Eddie had no desire to see who had taken it upon themselves to bring him back so he just put his head down and ran.

~

Steve felt a sense of unease build the further he got away from town. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the fight with the redcap that was sure to be coming or if there was something more sinister going on at home.

He brushed the thoughts away. He needed to concentrate on finding Will.

He reached the edge of the marsh where Argyle was waiting for them in fox form. He pulled out a bit of cloth from his pocket.

“His mother gave me this,” Steve said kneeling in front of Argyle. “She says she hasn’t washed it yet and should have his scent.”

“Yes,” Argyle said solemnly. “I can smell it from here. It smells like Jonathan without the spicy scent of magic.”

“Duly noted,” he said with a nod. “Will Jonathan be joining us?”

“No,” Argyle said with a huff, “he wants to stay home in case Will escapes closer to his house then to their mom’s.”

“That is wise indeed,” Steve murmured and then stood up, turning to face the other searchers. “This Argyle Foxspirit he will be helping us find Will. He is a shapechanger and friend. Argyle, this is Billy, Jim, Wayne, and Callahan. They will be aiding in the search.”

Argyle yipped while the other four men stared at the kit fox in amazement.

Steve looked over at Wayne and Jim and tilted his head to the side. Their features seemed smoother and their brow was lighter and not furrowed. Whatever the spell was that prevented the elders of the town from knowing about supernatural creatures seemed to be wearing off the further they got from town.

He licked his upper lip slowly and then motioned for them to follow Argyle.

It was truly something to pondered, but not now. Not when Will needed him.

~

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[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: Port Mafia member Doppo Kunikida.

Doppo Kunikida was what some would call a dreamer and many others would call a delinquent.

A boy with such promise and skill but chose to squander it. He’d be a top lunch tables preaching the cruelties of the world. All while the world turned a blind eye against him.

Kunikida was a name known to teachers because that boy got many a fight here and there. Having no hesitation to throw himself in hands first if someone was in danger.

They told him to pick his battles and he looked at them confused.

Why should he? How could he just stand by and watch as others get hurt? When he had the power and the strength to help him.

He understood the world but it did not understand him.

They say he cared for nothing but the truth is Kunikida cared too much. He might’ve been destined for the life of an outcast rotting in prison cell.

If not for a chance meeting in the underbelly of Yokohama when Kunikida, brazen and brash boy that he was got his arse handed to him by a bunch of thugs.

A lowly doctor found him on his afternoon walk and let him come to his clinic.

Kunikida expected a scolding but to his surprise the doctor, Mori was more intrigued by his actions than anything else. And so he explains that those thugs were messing with a friend of his.

“So I took his place. I told them my ability would give them anything they wished. I got proof of their crimes just as they caught me.”

“A valiant effort but what if those weren’t just any thugs. What if worked for the Port Mafia and have surely paid the police off. Would that change anything?”

“Not to me.”

“Not afraid of any consequences are we? But is it because you hate this place to its core…or is it because you care?”

Bingo.

“I love this city and I know it could be better than it is. I don’t care who stands in my way of realising that dream of an ideal world.

If people are suffering those that hurt them must pay for it. The Boss of the Port Mafia could kick my arse instead and it’d change nothing of my goals.”

To Kunikida’s shock Mori simply chuckles.

“On that, we agree.”

“We do?”

“Of course, I love this city. I even love its dark side but parasites like that must pay dearly for plaguing it with their filth.”

The aura around Mori gets darker but rather than feel any fear all Kunikida only feels relief.

He finally found someone who understands him.

Little does Kunikida know that Mori feels the same way.

The boy has promise.

He could become something great if given the right guidance.

And oh they meet again quite frequently. Sometimes Kunikida’s hurt and other times he’s fine. His desire to protect only grows and Mori only serves to fuel that fire.

When the day comes where Mori lays out his plans and asks Kunikida to join him. Kunikida does not hesitate too accept the offer.

The old boss needed to go after all, he was only serving to poison this city. And now they could finally have the reach to do something about it.

There’s tales among the lower ranks of the Port Mafia of a boy with fire in his veins and the temperament to match.

Of one that obeys no one regardless of their rank if he disagrees with them. Unless they’re the boss who he follows unquestionably.

To be whatever is needed, judge, jury or executioner. He’s punished his own men for defying orders and saved the lives of innocents caught in harms way.

He doesn’t shy away from death or brutality but he does not relish in it either.

No one’s truly certain what his moral code or his intentions are.

Only that he serves the city above all.

And the boss is the only person who he could ever follow. His blood flows as black as the night while his eyes shine with a light that can only be found in darkness.

He is Doppo Kunikida.

And you’d do best to never cross him.

[vyzoi]

This is for @demiitria as a thank you for hyping up my Yukimiya loving agenda today!

Contains: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst, fic only goes up to U-20s, gender neutral reader

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You were watching your fellow classmates play football while you sat on a nearby bench. You kind of wished you knew how to play. But you also weren’t confident in your skill abilities for the sport. Even though your classmates weren’t even playing competitively. You still felt like you would ruin the fun.

Out of nowhere a boy walks up to you. “Hey, are ya okay? You seem to be spaced out.” You snap out of your thoughts and you look up at him. “Yeah, I’m fine, thank you for asking.” He smiles big. “You’re welcome! My name is Karasu by the way. What’s yours?” You gave him your name. “Ya have a nice name! I like it.” He then reaches his hand out. You reach his hand and you shake it.

Since then, your friendship has been a strong one.

On your first day of middle school, you felt overwhelmed. So many people and so many new things you never knew. You panicked when you realize you haven’t seen Karasu all morning. He wasn’t even in your first class. During the class period change, you sat down against your locker. You didn’t even bother showing to your second class. You were just too overwhelmed.

You pulled your knees up to your chest and you crossed your arms on them. You buried your head in and started to cry. You hear footsteps but you ignore it. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You then sit your head up because you recognized that voice from anywhere. “Karasu? I haven’t seen you all morning. I thought you went to a different school.” He laughs. “And leave ya all alone? Never.” He sits down next to you. “Tell me, what’s on yer mind? I’m here for you.”

You both skipped that class period together just to talk about things. You even developed a crush on him. But you were too afraid to say anything. You thought he didn’t like you that way.

In high school, he got an invitation to join Blue Lock. That was when you feel like that now was the time to confess. You don’t know how long he’ll be gone for or when you’ll see him again. So the time is now.

You’re both sitting in the stands alone and facing the field. “Karasu, there’s something I need to tell you.” He looks and sounds nonchalant about the sudden question. “Don’t even think about it, I like ya too. Will you be mine?” You couldn’t help but blush. “Yes, of course I’ll be yours!” You then hug him tightly.

When it was time for the U-20s to start. You immediately bought a ticket. You’ve missed your boyfriend a lot. You’re still a loner and you never did pick up the sport. But seeing your boyfriend play will feel so much better and much more different than watching old classmates play.

After the match, you make your way down to the field. Otoya is the first to notice you but that’s only because he’s walking past you. “You’re so pretty, do you know anyone here?” Karasu steps in. “That’s the love of my life, Otoya.” He then backs off. Karasu hugs you tight and spins you around. When he puts you down, he kisses you. “I miss ya so much dear. I hate that we have to make this interaction short.” You nuzzle your head against his chest. “It’s okay, I’m just glad I get to see you again.”

He smirks down at you. “When all this is over and I’m out of here, I’m going to ask for your hand in marriage.”

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I hope you loved this !!

[wenosgf]

COMPETITIVE NATURE

IN WHICH Y/n and Nicholas always seemed to be in competition with one another throughout childhood. What happens at the greatly anticipated HYBE picnic where they have to compete once again?

chapter 1: stalker

wc: 950

Your friends like to tell you that you’re very competitive by nature. You disagree. You just happen to always be the best at what you do. Wang Yixiang - he is competitive. And when a competitive person isn’t the best at what they do, that’s when things get sticky.

It started in elementary school. The badminton team was mixed gender, and you joined and quickly became the most valued player. Then, a boy from the year below joined, and everything seemed to shift. He was swift to master the basics and then took no time to become skilled, and soon he was a player you were concerned could actually beat you. The two of you weren’t allowed to be paired together in practice because it would simply be unfair to the opposing team.

One time, he had the nerve to challenge you to a singles. You supposed everyone was curious about who was better. You heard people on the team talking about it all the time. The match went on for thirty minutes before the shuttlecock had hit the ground even once, and the coach called a draw. The boy had then claimed that since you were a year older, you had an advantage, and that if you had been the same age he would’ve won. That is simply the kind of stupid shit an eleven year old would come up with as an excuse for not winning, but from that point onwards, you hated Wang Yixiang.

When you moved up to middle school, you had peace for one year. And then he moved up too. You started seeing his annoying face around again. And worst of all, he always smiled at you in the corridors. Sometimes he’d even call out your name and say hi. But it was always in a teasing, condescending way. Like he knew how easily he could get on your nerves. Still, you were in different years, so you never had any classes together. And there were no mixed gender sports clubs in middle school, so he had no way to weasel his way back into your life. That was, until the school picked representatives for a national sports festival, which was a two hour drive from your home in Taipei.

Of course, both you and Yixiang were among the representatives, and he was very adamant on talking to you the entire time. He would simply try to make conversation, but would never be deterred when you only gave back half-assed responses, or just ignored him completely. He was persistent like that. The most annoying trait someone could have.

He was persistent throughout high school, too. You decided you wanted to pursue dance and transferred to Jangkyung High School, department of performing arts. Guess who transferred the next term? You signed up for the school musical. Guess who bumped into you at the audition? You even ended up in the same dance crew, and the most annoying thing of all, was the fact that he was fucking good. Exactly like what happened in elementary school with badminton, he picked up street dance quickly and rapidly became one of the best. You got crazy deja vu when you started hearing some crew members debating on if you or Yixiang were the better dancer. He’d always come to you after the practice. Say something casual like ‘good work today, Y/n’, or ‘tough one today, Y/n, wasn’t it?’ and you’d mumble whatever in response. You could tell by the smug smirk on his face that he was never actually trying to have small talk - he was teasing. The competition between the two of you may have been unspoken, but it definitely wasn’t one-sided. You knew he felt it too.

In 2019, Big Hit Entertainment held an audition at your high school, and you decided to go for it. Guess who also auditioned? Guess who also passed?

You and Yixiang moved to South Korea as trainees at the same time. Yixiang, however, was transferred to Belift Lab and participated in I-LAND after eight months. You weren’t very happy about that. The mere idea of Yixiang debuting before you made you want to chew your nails off. You’d been competing with him since literal childhood, but never had a clear answer as to which one of you is actually better. If he debuts before you, that would be unofficial confirmation.

Luckily for you, he didn’t debut through I-LAND. You didn’t really have the heart to celebrate over that though, because as you watched I-LAND, it looked rather traumatic. And while it may have been entertaining for those who had no personal connection to the participants, you’re stomach churned every time you saw Yixiang struggling on your screen. You didn’t like him, but he was still the kid who’d once chewed on a shuttlecock as a dare in elementary school, and still the kid who’d beaten himself up after not winning an event at a sports festival. Because you knew him, he was more humanised to you than the others, and you hated seeing the way he was suffering in there.

You saw him in the HYBE building after his elimination, and he seemed different. He saw you walk past him in the corridor, and he didn’t even say anything. You don’t think that has ever happened before. You almost turned back around and went up to him to make sure he was seeing okay. Never had he not spoken to you when he had the opportunity. You replayed the moment you passed each other a million times in your mind, and you realised he hadn’t just not spoken to you, he’d avoided your eyes. As if he were ashamed.

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Changing Destiny

About the story: A sudden tragedy in your life leads you to getting reincarnated in your favorite book of all time "Fourth wing". Now you are determined to save lives and change the destiny of your favorite character's. The question is will you succeed in changing their destiny?

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Chapter 1

19 years later….

It has been 19 years since I was reborn in this universe and everything has gone according to plan

I made sure Dain listens to me more than our “father” I played the act of a very innocent younger sister who loves her brother so much. I did start loving Dain as a big brother eventually. I am his only blood sibling and reading fourth wing I realised the boy only needed love

Since my father doesn’t care about my life I am entering the Basgaith War College a year earlier than expected why? I want to meet Liam and change his fate first

I made sure I was Violets best friend throughout our lives so she is like family to me now more than a character in a book I read in my previous life

I am now looking for my brother as I crossed the Parapet with Violet. I already met Rhiannon which was a blessing it took everything in me to stop fangirling over her. Rhiannon sure is hot as hell

“Y/n! Violet!” I heard my brother say before coming near us “What are you doing here?” he asked Violet as he continued “I didn’t know father would agree to such reckless thing sending you a year before what were you thinking!?” he asked me as he gripped my arm

“One question at a time brother” I told him with a soft voice as I let Violet explain on how her mother- General Sorrengail- forced her to join the quadrant ‘he’s going to act all high and mighty now’ I thought to myself as I remember the book Dain throwing a fit trying to make Violet go to the scrib exam forcefully

“Brother before you say anything” I started as soon as Violet ended her explanation as I don’t have time to listen to Dain throwing what I call a tantrum “Violet wants to be here fair and square she crossed the parapet on her own so DO NOT underestimate her at any cost nor try to force your thoughts on her!” I glared at him

He sighed after hearing that “of course you’d say that why are YOU here again? Weren’t you supposed to enter next year? And why are you wearing makeup? Y/n you have to know Basgaith isn’t a fashion school” he lectured which made me roll my eyes

“I know brother and I am strong enough to take care of all these things now okay? As to why I am here…. Well I crossed the parapet too! Father gave me permission to cross it now since I am very physically and mentally capable of taking care of myself” I said proudly

Ever since I entered this universe as Dains sister- Y/n Aetos I made sure I was trained physically so I can be skilled when I entered Basgaith. I died when I was 19 years old so I had all the knowledge I had previously so I was a child prodigy here I excelled in everything even high school math when I was 5 years old. Of course everyone was astonished but it was all for one goal that is to enter Basgaith a year or two earlier than anyone

Unfortunately for me I didn’t get permission to enter when I was 16 or 17 or 18 but now is the time I will make sure to change everyone’s fate and make it happier

Speaking of my previous life I died after I broke up with my boyfriend he was a scumbag who cheated on me with several other women even so I loved with my entire heart. After getting my heart broken by him several times I decided not to go near a boy here I need a man anyway. So I will start dating after I save Liam from his fate I will make sure to date the hoties of Fourth wing.

I died looking like a mess I am sure there was a mascara line streaking down on my face, my hair was a mess, I know for a fact there was snot in my nose and I looked absolutely disgusting. So for a change I decided to go all out in this life of mine. I made sure my skin is clean my hair is groomed and I wear the tiniest bit of makeup at the right places to make sure even if I die any second I will look too beautiful. The trauma of myself looking like that during my previous life made me take these drastic measures

“Fine but you have to take care of Vi too okay?” Dain finally said ruffling my hair which made me swat his hand away

“It took me about 30 minutes to get my hair done Dain don’t mess it up” I said annoyed as I looped my hand with Violets “And you don’t have to tell me what to do” I stuck my tongue out before dragging Violet with me to the formation where we met Rhiannon

That’s when I saw HIM the man every Fourth wing fan dreams to be with Xaden Riorsen in the flesh and he looked so hot. I could only stare at him from my line of formation I didn’t care who started talking because I already knew Dain would have me and Violet in his squad and then Xaden would shift us to another so I took my time fangirling over him

He must’ve felt my stare that he caught my eye…. WAIT THE XADEN RIORSEN IS LOOKING AT ME. I wanted to squeal and throw up all at once gosh why is this man so UGH obviously I cant do anything about it. I will be able to witness his and Violets enemies to lovers arc before my eyes which will be even more amazing. Can I bag Liam if I change his fate? I will most definitely try

My thoughts and fangirling were broken when Violet nudged me “you are staring” she whispered “Commandant Panchek is about to start speaking”

I pouted a bit when I looked away “I can’t help it he’s hot” I whispered back

“Don’t say that in front of your brother he will have a heart attack” She whispered which made me giggle a bit. Dain gave me a glare which shut me up in an instant

"As the Codex says, now you begin the true crucible!" Panchek started as I started to concentrate on what he’s saying "You will be tested by your superiors, hunted by your peers, and guided by your instincts. If you survive to Threshing, and if you are chosen, you will be riders. Then we'll see how many of you make it to graduation."

‘I don’t want to listen to his bullshit can I just stare at Xaden or Garrick?’ I grumbled to myself as I zoned out ‘I just want a reason to stare at them wait… won’t Xaden speak after this guy?’ I let out an internal squeal

‘As predicted I was in Dains squad with Violet but it was changed by Xaden so I am under him now’ I thought ‘I wouldn’t mind being under him-‘ I shook my head ‘Violet is your best friend don’t do shit that will hurt it’

I gazed up as I heard the wings of dragons

Gosh they were marvellous Sgaeyl the book didn’t do justice to her beauty she was standing tall and proud. She was so so beautiful and I can see why Tairn fell for her. Her blue scales were so mesmerizing and I could watch the whole day and not get bored

I was pulled out of my thoughts when a red dragon burnt a cadet to death

“That sucks” I muttered as Violet held my hand tightly “You know Vi why don’t you go see where our bunks are? I need some air I will be back soon stay with Rhiannon okay” I told her as I started to walk away not wanting to hear any objections

After walking for sometime I found a window which showed the Vale and the beautiful valley the scenery was breathe taking

‘I need to come up with a plan, I need to get close to them but they won’t look at me since I am an Aetos after all gosh what am I supposed to do’ I thought to myself as I rubbed my face with my hand

“Basgaith isn’t for fragile things like you…” I heard someone say as I turned around to face them

‘this day just keeps getting longer and longer for my liking’

[vaguely-concerned]

I was just ambushed within the turbulent halls of my own mind by some headcanons about rye ingellvar's childhood that did 15000000 points of psychic damage to me and my heart personally and also made me almost sure of how I want to play it all at the end (very very differently from how I imagined going in!). some 'oh holy fuck this changes everything' rocking my own world bullshit going on in my neurons right now I'm reeling

[no1cutiepatootie]

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[hauntingblue]

BACK TO ONE PIECE LETSGOOOOO

[attractthecrows]

retconning stroud out of the deep roads so i can shove laure amell and the hawke siblings and varric and anders all into the same little camp. they would all have such a bad time

[eraserbread]

your husband, nanami, never spoke much. until his three-year-old daughter started ✧

→ toddler dad nanami, fluff

on his day off, it started before the sun rose. he's tucked by the waist in bed, sleeping beside you, his maternal, gorgeously caring wife.

it's not abnormal for your daughter, rin, to stumble out of her bed since she retired the crib, but it is abnormal for her to blatantly wake kento up. but he wakes up—he's a good dad, and his little girl probably had a nightmare.

"daddy... daddy's sleepin'?" her little voice calls from his side of the bed, too small to see over the mattress, but faithful, what she heard was true -- his voice last night after she went to bed.

ken's rolling over in bed, pressing the heel of his palm into his eyes. looking over at you, you're dead to the world. completely knocked out. "yes... daddy's sleeping, my dear."

it takes her a second, shuffling on her little bare feet. she can't really reach the side of the bed, but didn't know how to say she wanted up. instead, she chews on her thumb and demands, "rin, too."

so kento sits up, half-awake as he stretches over the side, scooping her up under the arms.

"daddy, did you work today?" kento grunts as he settles rin in a straddle over his chest. his eyes are shut, but he peeks them open to see his little girl, smiling at her ruffled sleep hair.

"yes, love."

"what do at work?"

"a lot of meetings with very annoying men."

"what does tha' mean?"

"it means i had to deal with people I didn't like. it's something of a learned skill, unfortunately. one day, you will have to answer to annoying men, though I have faith you will know how to handle them." kento's speaking with his eyes closed, his deep, slow voice low as rin settles over his chest.

she doesn't register half of that, just content with listening to her favorite person talk. so, when she gets comfortable spread across kento's torso, she thinks about her daddy at work talking to you when he gets all grumbly.

"daddy."

"yes, darling?" kento's standing at the stove as you prepare breakfast that morning, hot cup of dark coffee in his hands as rin stumbles in.

she's holding a half-eaten rice cake you gave her to hold her off, barefoot and bearing it like a prize. "my rice cake is b-brown."

"you know why that is? it's because it's chocolate flavored."

"daddy?" she continues, taking a step closer to him. "are you drinkin'?"

"mhm." he replies, taking a cool sip of his coffee. "where'd you put the sippy cup mom gave you this morning?"

the sound of your name, and you're peeking over your shoulder, blindly tending to your sizzling fish as rin runs back to her room. "anyways, other than that, her teacher says she's doing great in speech class."

"mm, i know. she talks just as much as you, now."

you can't even pretend to be shocked at his choice of words, but you hang your mouth open like you are.

"daddy! look!" rin skids to a stop in front of him, ivory sippy cup held high and proud above her head.

"alright, take a sip—just like daddy, see?" ken squats down to toddler-level, still so stoic and mindful when he's sipping noisily at his coffee. rin joins in, suckling through her straw with a similar noisy fervor. she's a tiny shadow of her dad—that's all she wants to be, with her hollowed cheeks, concentrated arch in her sharp brow, and the proud smile she exudes when kento praises her.

she's so happy. all she ever wants is her busy dad's attention, and even when he's tired or weary, kento is always sure to give his love exactly what she wants.

"yay! my baby! you're just like daddy!"

[iydiamartinx]

UNEXPECTED GUESTS III

jason x reader, platonic!damian wayne

divider by: @cafekitsune & @thecutestgrotto & @omi-resources word count: 737 synopsis: Jason’s secret relationship is discovered by Damian—who keeps showing up uninvited. Jason’s patience is tested, popcorn is made, but at least Damian brought cinnamon rolls.

Jason had rules.

One: No surprise visitors.

Two: No crashing without asking.

Three: No team meetings in his damn living room.

Naturally, all three were broken by Friday.

It started when Damian showed up with a duffel bag.

You opened the door, expecting him to just waltz in like usual. Instead, he stood there—bag slung over his shoulder, hood up, and absolutely no explanation.

“…Is that a sleepover bag?” you asked slowly.

“It’s tactical preparedness,” he stated, stepping inside. “You said we might watch two movies.”

Jason, halfway through a protein shake, froze. “That doesn’t require a duffel bag, Damian.”

“It does if one’s staying at your apartment,” Damian replied, already unzipping the duffel. “You have no throw blankets, your couch is stiff, and your meal portions are inconsistent at best—putting me at risk for low blood sugar.”

Jason blinked once. Twice. “Damian, you are twelve.”

“And I am cold,” Damian snapped, already unpacking a hoodie, pajama pants, and an aggressively folded sleep mask.

That alone would’ve been fine. Maybe manageable.

But then Stephanie showed up.

You barely had time to pause The Princess Bride when there was a knock on the door.

“Did someone say movie night?” Steph beamed, already pushing her way in, balancing takeout in one hand and a pillow under her arm. Her eyes landed on you, wide with curiosity. “Wait—you’re the civilian who tamed the demon.”

You blinked. “Uh—guilty?”

She grinned, completely unbothered. “Stephanie Brown. Spoiler, Batgirl—“

“—Also known as the chaos gremlin—” Jason rolled his eyes. 

She ignored him. “—I brought tacos and terrible opinions.”

Jason squinted. “Why do you have a pillow?”

“Why do you live in this shoebox instead of the manor?” she shot back cheerfully.

Then came Cassandra.

Silent, graceful, and practically materializing behind Steph, Cass gave you a small, warm smile and a nod.

You smiled back. “You must be Cassandra. He talks about you.”

Her brows lifted with interest as she stepped inside and offered a hand.

“I’m Y/N,” you added, shaking it. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Cass’s smile widened, as she returned the nod as if to say you too before joining Stephanie on the couch. 

And just like that, you had four vigilantes lounging in your apartment, trading snacks and movie quotes while you tried to remember how this became your life.

Jason came home from patrol later than usual, hoping—praying—he could slip in, shower, and have a quiet night in bed with you.

What he found instead was chaos.

Shoes by the door. Pillows on the floor. An entire army of fuzzy blankets colonizing the couch. Stephanie arguing over whether a vampire or a werewolf would make a better boyfriend. Cass was silently braiding your hair with laser focus while Damian sat beside you reading, pretending not to be invested in the debate.

Jason stood there, helmet under his arm, staring into the eye of the domestic storm.

Tim walked out of the bathroom with wet hair and a borrowed towel. “Hey, you’re out late.”

Jason blinked. “Why are you here?”

“You said the shower pressure here’s better than the Cave.”

“I was being sarcastic!”

Tim shrugged. “Still true.”

“Okay, no,” Jason said finally, tossing his helmet onto the counter. “This is not a Batcave. This is not a bunker. This is not a public gathering space.”

“You’re just mad Cass took your blanket,” Stephanie called, swaddled like a human burrito.

“That was my blanket,” Jason snapped.

Cass just smiled, warm and sleepy, and patted the couch beside her. Jason looked personally betrayed.

Damian—now in sweatpants and sipping tea like a 40-year-old divorcee—barely looked up from his book. “You could always move back to the manor. There’s more space.”

Jason gave him a look.

You grinned from the kitchen, where you were plating up leftover tacos. “You could just stay here and deal with it.”

Jason walked over to you, leaned in, and whispered, “We could also fake your death and move to the Alps.”

You kissed his cheek. “But then who would make Damian’s tea right?”

Jason groaned and dropped his forehead against your shoulder. “I want you. Not the entire rogue’s gallery of caffeine-addicted vigilantes who have colonized my life.”

“You want me and a quiet apartment. You can’t have both.”

He looked at the living room—Steph singing off-key, Cass stealing Tim’s hoodie, Damian glaring at his tea like it wronged him—and sighed.

“…I’m going to the Batcave.”

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GREEDY

─ Dr. Jack Abbot x fem! reader || WC: 3k

SYNOPSIS: You crave to feel your lover differently, and Jack is happy to satisfy your needs.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. NSFW. SMUT. Age gap implied [Jack is late 40s, reader is late 20s/early 30s]. Power imbalance mention [Attending/Resident]. Established "secret" relationship. Creampie. Unprotected sex (p in v). Mentions of oral (f! receiving) & fingering. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Dirty talk. Brief mentions of birth control & safe sex practices. They fuck nasty and are down bad for each other. Reader is described to have hair. Jack Abbot is a really good partner. Brief mentions of Jack’s scars & allusions to a vasectomy he had in the past.

A/N: This all came to me in a dream lmao. I just had a certain itch I needed to scratch and I wanted to talk about getting creampied by a fine ass old man, so this was the product of that thought. I hope you all enjoy this and join me in feening for this man. Proofread by moi. Reblogs, comments, and likes are always greatly appreciated! <3

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You’d never really consider yourself a greedy or selfish person, but when it came to Jack Abbot, you just couldn’t help yourself.

On your first day of residency at the Pitt, your attention instantly gravitated to him. He carried himself so confidently at times, never crossing the line of stepping into arrogance like some of the surgeons he complained about. He kept his head high, back straight, and shoulders flared as he maneuvered around patients and rooms alike, commanding every space with a calm confidence you almost envied.

Coffee and light teasing exchanged in the emergency department turned into cold beers and tipsy laughter at the local bar everyone frequented after long shifts or on their off-days. One drink too many resulted in a not-so-accidental one-night stand with the enigma of a man that was Dr. Abbot. You wondered if he regretted it by the time you woke up in the morning, hair a mess over your head, going in different directions; doing your best to bury the disappointment tugging at your chest when the other side of the bed was found empty.

Much to your surprise, light clanking from your kitchen forced you back on your feet, spotting Jack working over the stove, the smell of eggs and fresh toast wafting through your apartment. His jeans hung low on his hips, unbuttoned, with his black briefs hiding the rest of him. He turns when he senses your presence, the corner of his lips tugging upwards in a small grin at the sight of you, slightly disheveled and wearing nothing but his shirt from the night before.

“Morning. Stole some of your coffee; hope you don’t mind.”

You were doomed from the start.

It never stopped after that; a one-night stand turned into several over the course of one month, and one month turned into two. You found yourself in the consistent presence of Dr. Abbot, who was always there to satisfy your needs, whatever they may be. He learned how to read you, your likes and dislikes, your quirks, and the things that made you happy and tick in agitation. The few weeks you spent with him in secret amounted to the moment Jack popped the question of exclusivity one night, and you were more than happy to say yes.

Now here you were, Dr. Abbot’s favorite night-shift resident at work and his girl when you two were alone. You already had him wrapped around your finger, hitting close to five months of being with him and selfishly enjoying his company in this bubble you’ve created for yourselves away from prying eyes.

And yet you still wanted more.

You couldn’t quite explain what happened along the way, why you simply couldn’t stop finding any little moment to touch him, to kiss him, to taste him. You just knew you wanted every part of him to yourself, and he was ready to give it.

All but one.

Your sex life with Jack was already more than satisfactory, and even using a word as simple as that was a disservice in describing your experiences with him. Hell, you’re pretty sure he’s ruined you for anyone else, and you don’t plan on finding another to take his place any time soon. But there was this one pesky thing that still kept you separated from him.

The damn rubber.

Jack was almost too good for you—a softie despite his take-no-shit attitude, always sweet and considerate when it came to you. Of course, that translated to when he fucked you, prioritizing your safety and pleasure above all else, including maintaining recommended sexual habits. You can’t blame him; he’s not an idiot, and neither are you, but at times it irks you to still have something getting in the way of feeling him the way you wanted.

It almost pissed you off how badly you craved him, desperately holding on to him and pulling him closer when he was too busy fucking you into the mattress. His face dug into the crook of your neck, grunting as your walls fluttered around his length, your arousal covering the thin non-latex material that separated your bodies. Just the thought of it made you whine, clawing at his shoulders and wrapping your legs tighter around his waist.

You knew he was getting close from the way his breathing rumbled deep within his chest, his grip on your hips tightening as his thrusts picked up in force. The words that had been swirling in your head for the past 30 minutes slipped out of your mouth and into his ear before you could stop them.

“Fill me up, baby.”

He groans when he hears you, slamming his hips hard against yours, a curse tumbling from his mouth as he fills up the condom. He draws a final sigh from you before pulling out to dispose of the wretched thing while you remain occupied with taking a peek at his ass as he heads to the bathroom.

Having sex without protection was something Jack didn’t think to bring up or mention. The last thing he wanted was to make you assume all you were to him was a toy to be used when it's convenient and discarded when he grew bored of you. He already had the displeasure of approaching sex that way when he was younger and reckless; he vowed to never do that again, especially with you. And of course, you didn’t want to potentially ruin the relationship you’ve worked so hard to build with your attending.

As much as he wanted to deny it, your words tormented him, playing in his mind on loop so frequently he started dreaming about feeling you with no barriers, claiming you properly. He knows once you hit that stage in your fairly new relationship, there’s no going back. From the way you struggled to hide the slightest tinge of disappointment whenever he ripped open the foil wrapper in front of you, he knew the conversation would happen eventually.

“What if next time, we just don’t use anything? Protection, I mean.” You blurt out to him in the kitchen, wringing your hands together as Jack busied himself washing the dishes after dinner. He finished up and dried his hands, pivoting to face where you leaned against the island.

“Is that what you want?” He asks carefully, his eyes boring into yours gently, the way he always did when speaking to those he cared about. “Surprises aren’t exactly what I’m worried about; we’re good on that end, but, it’s whatever you want to do, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I want to try it out.” You feel his hands coming towards your waist, a comforting gap of space between as you mess with the collar of his t-shirt. “It’s not that our sex life isn’t fun or anything; I very much enjoy sleeping with you.”

“I sure hope so considering how much I risk pulling my back doing all the work.” You playfully slap his chest, rolling your eyes at his teasing smirk.

“I just…I want to feel you, all of you. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch sort of thing, and it feels stupid explaining it, but it’s a thing, okay. Don’t fucking laugh at me.”

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle dryly at your mild panic, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you, planting a kiss on your cheek and squeezing your hips in reassurance.

“Not laughing at you, I just think it’s cute how flustered you’re getting when you’re begging me to fuck you raw.”

“Now why are you saying it like that? It sounds raunchy coming from you.” He only laughs harder.

“I think we’re way past the point of calling what we do raunchy in our relationship, don’t you think?” There’s a faint glint in his hazel eyes when he takes in your features again, his fingers pinch your chin, holding your gaze. “Besides, you aren’t the only one who’s been thinking about it. I was just waiting for you to crack first.”

That’s how you found yourself in this position now.

Your cunt pulsed from the lavish attention bestowed by the older man above, who already made you cum once using his mouth and again in combination with his thick fingers. Even with the two orgasms you gladly took, your body clenched around nothing as you watched Jack lazily jerk himself off, dark eyes raking over your bare body. By now, he’d be tearing open another one of those flimsy foil packets and slipping inside you. Instead, your legs subconsciously widened even more, beckoning him closer to you in an attempt to take you.

Notching the tip of his length at your entrance, he groaned at the feel of you, shifting his hips to grind against your heat as more of your wetness coated the underside of his cock.

“Last chance to take it back, sweetheart.” He quirked, meeting your hazy eyes—glossed over and feral as you admired his broad silhouette and tempting movements.

“Shut up and fuck me already.” You only seemed to be thinking with your downstairs brain, your thirst for more overriding common sense, not that he was complaining.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He angled himself over you, keeping his observant eyes on your face as he started pushing into you, slowly sinking deeper into your welcoming body. Jack didn’t expect you to feel so damn hot, your walls surrounding his cock like a vice, like you were made for it. Your hands flew to grasp his bicep, gasping at the bare feel of him for the first time. Eyes fluttering closed, a whimper lurched out of your mouth when he was down to the hilt, the trimmed hairs by his pubic bone rubbing against your sensitive nub, causing you to twitch around him on instinct.

As he sat inside you and let you adjust to him, you could feel everything—every ridge, every vein, every swell and throb his body gave you, even his damn pulse. It was bringing you closer to the deep end.

“Jack…” You mumbled his name, blinking slowly as his nostrils flared.

“Hold on, hold on, don’t move.” Large hands clutched your hips, keeping you pinned to the mattress with his strength. “You feel so good.”

“Yeah?” The compliment took the rest of the empty space in your head, your thighs taking their rightful place around his waist, knees bracketing over his sharp hips.

“So damn warm and wet…God.” It sounded like Jack wasn’t talking to you anymore but reiterating his own innermost thoughts, filter gone. His attention trailed down to where your bodies were joined together, shifting his hips back to watch your lower set of lips part for him, your slick covering his skin. You moved towards him, already missing the stretch of him inside you, and Jack was just as eager to give you what you needed.

“Look at her. Taking me so well, like she always does.” Thrusting forward, he didn’t spare you an inch, drawing back just to pound into you again and again.

The friction of his hips intensifies the more he gets to feel you, and soon enough the four walls of your shared bedroom are filled with the audible slapping of skin as you lose yourselves in each other. Jack’s hips pummeled into you with a force you weren’t completely unfamiliar with, but this carnal need to have more of him creeps onto the surface. Your nails raked down his freckled arms and the planes of his shoulders, encouraging Jack to buck into you harder with your sweet cries.

It all felt too fucking good, like a dream.

You didn’t want him to stop, your legs winding tighter around his torso, mewling when he hit that textured spot tucked inside you with practiced accuracy, head thrown back against the pillow as you focused on catching each one of his harsh lunges. A hand sneaked to the back of your head, grasping the nape of your neck and angling your face to look up at Jack, the smallest bit of sweat lining up on his forehead.

“Keep those eyes on me, baby. Want to see your pretty face when you come for me.” He practically snarled over you, leaning down to roughly plant a kiss, his tongue swirling around yours, swallowing all of the petulant sounds he brought out of you. “Perfect fucking pussy, and all mine.”

“All yours, Jack.” You parroted, nodding dumbly from the impact of his movements against you. “I’m all yours, sir.”

His grin turned predatory at your needy words, both hands curling around your thighs to angle them higher up, your knees now pinned to your chest, allowing him to dig just a bit deeper into you. You jolted from the change in position, one hand rushing to press against his lower stomach, fingertips skimming the raised scars along his side, long faded and meshed with the rest of him. 

He was unfazed by your movements, holding you steady, and upped his efforts against you. Your arousal practically seeped out of you, pooling at the base of him and dripping down his balls. Another whimper echoed in the room, your clouded gaze glanced down to watch Jack fuck you, mesmerized at the shine you left over him. You didn’t need to warn him that another release was swirling in your gut; your body language did all the talking for you.

“Know you’re close, honey. Can feel you getting tighter around me, damn near choking me.” He grunts, adding a swivel to his precise advances into you. “C’mon, need you to drench me. Let me feel you.”

Three more drives into you, and your third orgasm hit you so ardently your whole body trembled, a silent cry flying out of your mouth. Jack observed your reaction with hungry eyes, cooing at your cock-drunk expression, drool starting to spill out the corner of your lip.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he hit his peak, the tension in his body building in his core, and with the way you haven’t stopped convulsing around him, it will catch him off guard sooner than later. Through the haze of ecstasy, you found your voice and mumbled at him, the lust-filled mania that started this whole ordeal possessing you.

“Jack,” his attention was drawn to your face, plump lips and warm cheeks mirroring his ravenous stare, “I need you to come inside me.”

“You want it that bad, huh?” He was struggling to keep it together, his mind already hyper-focused on finishing inside until you took every damn drop. “So desperate to have your old man fill up your greedy pussy, hm?”

“Yes! Yes!” Tears streaked down your face at the mere thought of getting to feel him like this; the promise of getting what you wanted after so long was enough to overwhelm you. “Please, Jack. I need it; need to feel it. Want to feel you tomorrow, baby.”

That fired him up; the sight of your watery eyes motivated him to flex his forearms and force you to take all of him as he chased his prolonged release. A few more jabs and he was done for, digging his face into the crook of your neck and biting your shoulder to suppress the loud growl that buzzed through him. His hips were flush with yours, giving you everything he had to give, his thighs trembling and stomach almost cramping from his violent climax.

His orgasm felt never-ending; he just couldn’t stop, your body melting from the inside out as you held him above you until he plopped on top of you, pelvis subconsciously grinding into you more, never wanting to leave your warmth.

“Jesus.” You heard Jack murmur against you, placing light kisses over the indents of his teeth on your shoulder. His mouth followed a path up to the column of your throat, your jaw, and to your lips, offering you sweet pecks. “You alright?”

“Mhm,” you hummed at his affections, the rest of your limbs becoming one with the mattress under you. “Didn’t break me yet, though I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

“Means I did my job well.” Both ends of his mouth curl upwards, mimicking his expression as he gently wipes your tears away.

Carefully, he took hold of your legs, bringing them back down to the bed, rubbing them with an apologetic smile as you quivered. With ease, Jack maneuvers himself to pull out of you, his eyes going to your pussy and the mess he made of you. He catches the way his spend drips out of your opening and stains the sheets below you, a sight he was committing to memory for the first time.

A carnal urge flares within him, his curiosity getting the best of him as he brings a hand to the most sensitive part of you, his thumb spreading you out to get a better look at you. More of his seed dribbled out of you, tainting the thick digit as he smeared more of himself over the rest of your cunt. You gasped at the sensation, his thumb circling over your slick pearl, squirming under his touch from the overstimulation.

“I get the appeal now,” he says to himself again, swiftly bringing two of his fingers to scoop the rest of him and sink them back into your hole, serving as a plug to keep his release inside you. You keened at him, clutching his thick wrist as he breached your body with his hand, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Jack…”

“So pretty when you’re so full of me.” You clench around him, the sensation sending a current of pleasure coursing through him, his cock twitching again at the thought of having you again. “You can take a little more, right?”

Who were you to say no to that? You couldn’t get enough of him, and when it came to Jack Abbot, you always made room for seconds and more.

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