#jaybird chirps

[jaybirds-chirps]

we fuckin hate Uther in this house but those times he'd look at Merlin and be like "wtf is wrong with Arthur rn??" were so funny

like Uther was very firmly on the you're too close to this boy train but the moment Arthur was doing something weird he'd look at Merlin like "boy fix this rn"

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur #arthur pendragon #merthur #uther pendragon #jaybird chirps

[electricswordfish]

sometimes i just start a conversation and then leave the party i was formerly engaging in said conversation with

#i dont even notice im doing it tho half the time tbh #but just realised this n think its funny #jaybird chirps

[clockwayswrites]

Like Betta Fish Do - Part 16

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. WC: 1974 (ch 13 when on ao3)

Jason rolled off the couch, feet hitting the ground with a heavy thunk. The second round of ectoshot was better, but Jason still felt a little like death (and he should know what that felt like). Danny had been with Jason through the night, soothing back the burning heat, but after they had woken, Jason sent Danny off. Apparently he had a big group project due soon, and Jason wasn’t going to get in the way of Danny getting good grades so he had sent the fish swimming.

He tried to sleep, he did, but just found himself drifting in and out of an uneasy consciousness. He missed Danny’s cool hand running through his hair. He missed Danny’s easy chatter whenever Jason was awake— giving him something to focus on that didn’t require him to respond. He just missed Danny. Now his apartment seemed too quite, even with the TV playing softly in the background.

Now he stood staring, only half seeing, into his fridge. He knew that he needed to eat something but the effort felt almost insurmountable. He rubbed at his aching joints, pressing the palm of his hand up and down over his arm as he frowned at his options. If only his head would stop pounding.

Oh, no, that was someone at his door.

He frowned in the direction of the door for a long minute before he was able to make himself move that way. The hidden panel of monitors by the door showed him Dick, rocking back and forth on his heels and slightly swinging a bags of take out like some sort of fairy food parent.

“Hey! Sorry it took me so long,” Dick said with a grin when Jason opened the door, squeezing himself through before there even seemed to be enough room to do so.

“What?” Jason croaked.

Dick froze for just a moment before spinning on his toes to face Jason. Jason had to steel himself not to lean back as Dick rocked forward into his space and asked, “Jaybird?”

“I just— did we have plans?” Jason asked, trying to drag his muddy mind through his schedule.

“No… I texted like two hour ago asking if you wanted me to bring food over and you said yes.”

“Oh.”

“Yep, ‘oh’. Are you feeling alright?” Dick asked, pressing the back of his hand against Jason’s forehead. “You’re sick again? Jay…”

“What?” Jason snapped.

Dick just looked at Jason with those big, pleading eyes. “Just, you’re hardly ever sick and now twice like this?”

“Just a bad fall for me I guess,” Jason said with a shrug. He brushed past Dick, grabbing the bag of food as he went. “What did you get?”

“I stopped by that chicken place you like,” Dick said, trailing after Jason like a lost chick. He fluttered around as Jason sat heavily down on the couch.

Jason sighed heavily at Dick’s anxious energy. It was exhausting just to watch. “Get the trays, Dickie. And grab me some water?”

“Sure thing!” Dick chirped, obviously happy to be put to task.

Jason even let Dick deal with taking out the boxes of food and set it out. Dick, the child that he was, got chicken tenders. Jason was happy to have his chicken burger instead; he could even taste the sharp tang of the cayenne ranch over the lingering taste of ectoshot that still stuck on the back of his tongue.

He ignored Dick shooting him worried looks between bites.

Or tried to.

He lasted until the food ran out.

“I’m fine, Dickhead.”

“You’re sick.” Dick countered.

“It’s just a cold or something. It’s not even that bad this time,” Jason said. At least some of that was true.

True enough to keep Dick from asking any more questions for the rest of dinner.

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Dick frowned as he took the trash into the kitchen. Jason wasn’t lying too him about being ill, but he wasn’t tell the truth either. The half truth rankled at Dick because he didn’t know which part was the truth and which was the lie. Was it really not that bad? Was it really just a cold? What was going on with his brother?

Holding back a sigh, he headed back to the living room only to be stopped in his tacks.

Jason was staring down at his phone, obviously chatting with someone as his fingers tapped across the screen. Jason was still a little awkward with his phone sometimes, having been dead and then with assassins for a few major developments in the devices, but at least the family had got him using the group chats.

Dick knew from the lack of buzzing from his own phone that this wasn’t one of the family chats. Besides, Jason looked… besotted. That same soft smile that Dick had captured on his suit cam yesterday was back. The soft smile, the present, letting himself be vulnerable; the pieces clicked into place. “Oh my god Jay, did you get a boyfriend?”

“Not my boyfriend,” Jason mumbled, ducking his chin down to his chest. For a moment Jason looked like the unsure little boy that he used to be when he first came to them.

It made Dick want to wrap Jason up and never let him go. (He resisted, for now.)

Dick settled for flopping back onto the couch and letting their shoulders bump together lightly. “What’s this not boyfriend’s name?”

“Like I’m telling you.”

Ouch. Time to turn his large, conveniently watery eyes on Jason; patented pout in place. “Why not?”

Sadly, Jason was immune to the look. “Because if you know then Babs knows and then the poor fish will never know peace again.”

Say what now? “Fish?”

“It’s a nickname.”

“Okay, but fish?”

Oh, Jason was glaring at him now. “Shut up, it has reasons.”

“Mhum,” Dick hummed in a completely patronizing way, which was a dangerous move. Clearly this nickname meant something to Jason, but what was a Bat if they didn’t live dangerously? “Okay, so this fish— not a boyfriend, but… do you want him to be?”

The way that the tips of Jason’s ears flushed said everything.

Oh, and wasn’t that precious! Jason had a crush; Dick didn’t know if he’d ever seen Jason with a crush before outside of the puppy dog one he had had on Diana. And to be fair, who didn’t have a crush like that on Wonder Woman?

Dick leaned forward to dig around in the second plastic bag to pull out a bag of Sour Patch Kids to toss at Jason. He’d brought them to butter Jason up into talking about the stranger, and they still had that use, but Dick never thought the conversation would go like this.

“Tell me about your fish.”

“He’s not my fish.” The blush spread.

“But you want him to be,” Dick sang. He laughed as Jason shoved him away. “Tell me about him?”

The look Jason sent him made Dick sigh. “I’m not going to use anything you tell me to look him up or stalk him or tell any of the others. I promise, little wing. I just want to hear about my little brother’s crush.”

Jason frowned, nails clicking idly on the phone screen for a second before he let out a full body sigh. “He’s just… He’s clever. Which means that, yeah, he’s smart. I don’t think he knows how smart he is. He’s…”

Jason hesitated. His expression more clearly debating what to say than he would normally let through if he wasn’t sick. Dick did his best not to fidget, focusing on stealing one of the yellow candies to give Jason room to think.

“He got a full ride to Gotham U— he’s going to be an aerospace engineer.”

Oh. Jason was giving him actual information. Between that and Fish’s appearance that would be enough for Dick to find him. He won’t. He told Jason he wouldn’t.

“Our little literature bird, with a science boy?” Dick gasped dramatically.

“Shut up,” Jason said without any heat. “Clever also means he’s snarky. He’s got a bite to him, but that doesn’t change that’s he’s just… fuck I sound cheesy but he’s got a good heart. He’s sweet. It’s… it’s fun watching him explore Gotham. Every place I take him is like a new adventure for him. You should have seen him at the beach last week. He’d never been before and his face… yeah. He spent ages running in and out of the surf like a bird.”

“Yeah?” Dick said. He couldn’t keep the sappy smile off his own face at the adoration on Jason’s voice. “Is he who got you thinking about school?”

Jason ducked his head with a little nod, rooting around in the bag of candy for a specific color. Dick let him have the moment to think. For all that Jason loved literature, or maybe because he did love it so much, he sometimes needed the time to find the right words. Even as impatient as Dick was, he’d never begrudge his brother that time.

“He… life’s been cruel to him too, but he still shines so bright. There was an accident in his parent’s lab. He died.”

Dick’s breath caught.

“Electrocution. His heart stopped. It’s left some… lasting effects on him. His dream was to be an astronaut, but because of health reasons he can’t do that anymore. He’s still here though. He’s still living.”

Dick couldn’t resist it any longer, he leaned over to wrap his brother up in a hug. For once, Jason didn’t try to push out of it. He even leaned into it a little.

His next words were muffled into Dick’s shoulder. “He makes me want to live too.”

Carding his fingers through Jason’s loose curls, Dick propped his chin up on top of Jason’s head. “Then I’m very glad you found him, Jay.”

Jason let Dick cuddle him for a moment longer (Dick was thankful for it) before he pushed away with a mumbled ‘yeah’. He cleared his throat and handed Dick more of the little yellow candy people. Appeased by his sour offering, Dick leaned over, laying down on the couch with one leg swung over the back of it. He popped one of the candies in his mouth. It gave him a moment to consider how to approach this.

“So… not to, like, push you here, but why haven’t you asked him out yet? You’re clearly gone on him.”

Jason scowled. It made Dick’s heart break a little for his brother. “I don’t know how, okay? It’s not like I’ve done this before. And I don’t know if I’m thinking about it in the right way ‘cause I’m… um, the word for it seems to be demisexual? What I am?”

“Okay,” Dick said easily. He didn’t want to have even the littlest pause and risk making Jason feel like he was wrong somehow. “So, whatever way you want to go about it is good, Jason, because it’s your way. It doesn’t have to be like anyone else’s. But if you want to talk through your ideas, I’m all ears.”

“You can’t really want to spend the night giving me dating advice.”

“Jason,” Dick said, twisting enough to reach up and place a hand on Jason’s shoulders. “Giving dating advice is a sworn big brother duty and I would like nothing more than to spend the night giving you dating advice. We’ll stick on playlist and settle in. We’ve got a big bag of Sour Patch Kids and the whole night ahead of us.”

And it gave Dick and excuse to keep an eye over Jason while he was sick. (Brotherly bonding and mother henning- a true win win.)

Jason sighed, slumped back into the couch, and held out the bag of candy. “Sounds like one hell of night.”

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AN: Some more Dick POV! He’s concerned! He’s learning things! He thinks Jason and his crush are adorable! Will Jason regret telling Dick anything? Who knows! (Okay, well, I mean, I know, as the author, but-)

ALSO- assuming that no more chapters get added, this marks the half way point of the fic! Woohoo!

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#dp x dc #dead on main #danny fenton/jason todd #like betta fish do

[artzysyam]

My take of Jason's reaction after Danny throwing hands at Joker in locked cell

Based on @xysidhequeen AU part 15

Jason blinked his eyes open slowly and groaned. It had been Nox, the blasted sleep ghost, who had forced him to sleep. When Jason asked about Danny, all Nox gave him was a mysterious smile. 

“That fucking Sandman…” he muttered under his breath as he reached out for his phone, which thankfully was fully charged. He'd grudgingly admit that Nocturne had been a good father figure to Danny in some ways—though it still annoyed him how the man would always tease them about their possible relationship. 

Jason's eyes widened in disbelief as he read the headline of Gotham News on his phone - "Authorities Stumped! Joker Assaulted In Locked Cell! Corruption In Arkham?" He ran a hand over his face, still struggling to process what he had just read. Then, loud stomping and shouting from across the hallway caught his attention.

"DANNY JAMES NIGHTINGALE!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?"

Sam sounded furious. Jason jumped out of bed, throwing on a red tank top and black boxer shorts. His heart raced with anticipation as he heard Sam kick Danny's door open. He couldn't believe what his best friend had done - Danny must have throwing hands at Joker while he was locked up in Arkham Asylum. As much as part of him wanted to celebrate Joker being incapacitated, Jason knew that this could mean another prison break and it would be even more dangerous now that he had been in Gotham for over a week. He suppressed the urge to dance with joy at the thought of finally getting revenge on the Joker and instead decided to remain quiet so Tucker wouldn't add one more picture of him in his blackmail collection.

Sam balled her fists and slammed the door shut with a resounding thud. She shot an annoyed glare at Jason before pointing her finger in his direction. “Your boyfriend—you handle this situation!” she snapped, leaving before he could deny their relationship status.

Alone in the hallway, Jason's gaze fell to Danny's door. His stomach fluttered with anticipation as he wrestled between yelling at his crush or embracing him with a hug. After a few moments of internal deliberation, he decided a hug was in order and opened the door.

Letting out a gentle chirrup of contentment from his core, Jason saw Danny stir and wake up from his nest of blankets. He looked exhausted.

"What..." Danny slurred, barely able to keep his eyes open. 

"Asswipe, I saw the news and..." Jason said before hoisting himself onto Danny's bed and enveloping him in a tight hug. "Thanks for making sure that fucking clown stayed put." 

Jason felt Danny's body humming with relief and appreciation as he nuzzled closer into his chest.

Danny, his eyes heavy with sleep, murmured a sleepy “Anything for you, Jaybird.” Jason smiled. This cuddle time was a reward he thought they both deserved in the happiest of circumstances. He tucked them further under the thick, warm blankets and laughed softly as Danny made a satisfied chirping sound before snuggling closer against him, looping an arm around his strong waist and resting his head on Jason’s chest. Gently, Jason encased Danny in the embrace of his toned arms to keep him from falling off the bed and secure in his loving protection. As one, their contentment washed over them like a warm wave and they drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

#the king and his red knight au #jason todd #dcxdp #dead on main #snippets #tkahrk #Jason Todd wants to dance but can't because Tucker have Blackmail library on everyone #instead Jason reward Danny with a hug and cuddle session #platonic cuddling #or is it something else :3c #two gay halfas pining over each #ghosts is ever patient #but the living cant

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Wait, wait, wait. Batmom and Bruce teaching Damian and Cass about American holidays bc they have no clue? Helping them carve pumpkins and make a Christmas list? I love the idea of Batmom being adamant they have at least one normal family activity a week which goes crazy during holiday season

"Jaybird," Dick said, "Quit watching porn and come carve pumpkins."

"I'm not- wait- pumpkins? Mom is still trying to make us all normal, huh?"

Dick smiled, "And she's got two shiny new murder babies to give a childhood to."

"Damian is participating?"

"Sulking. It's bumming her out-"

Jason shoved back from his desk and tossed his headphones down carelessly, "The things I do for love," he sighed. "Mom better-"

"She's got everything to make the spicy pumpkin seeds and she just put cider on- Alfred is making cookies," Dick said. And when Jason smiled a little, his own memories of standing with you at the tables in your greenhouse, covered in pumpkin and giggling floating to the surface, Dick grinned. It was good to have YOU back. The Y/N who reminded them all that they were human- reminded Bruce that they were children.

____________

"This is Juvenile," Damian pouted. "It's a distraction from-"

"It's tradition," you tell him gently, putting a wad of pumpkin guts into the waiting colander.

"It's a stupid tradition-"

"Damian," Bruce sighed, "Just relax and-"

"Mom do I have a pumpkin?" Jason broke in, looking around.

"He can have mine," Damian huffed.

"I pulled enough out of the garden for everyone," you say, patting his forearm and gesturing to your wheelbarrow, beaming when your oldest sons take places and pumpkins, cheerfully bickering.

"I'm gonna make a shark," Dick said, "What are you gonna make, Dami?"

"I'm not-"

"Cat!" Cass said gesturing at her pumpkin, crinkling her nose as she flipped seeds and pulp off her hand. It was cold and squishy. Weird. But it smelled nice at least.

"Cats are good, sweetheart," you tell her, leaning over and kissing the top of her head.

"Mom always used to do cats. Bruce are you gonna do a spider web again?" Jason said, picking up the big knife to cut into his pumpkin.

"Mine's a surprise-"

"Mom's is gonna be better than everyone's," Jason snorted, "How'd you get so good at it? You didn't do pumpkins until you came here, right?"

You shrug, "I used to carve little beads as a kid. I just do that but... bigger." You break off and smile at Tim and Stephanie who just wandered in, "Come on! The quicker you guys get them cleaned out the quicker I can start roasting."

"Oooh snacks," Steph chirped, "I love pumpkin seeds."

You turn your attention from Damian and pay attention to your children that are participating, if not enthusiastic, at least present. Tim hates carving pumpkins and Bruce isn't super fond of it, but- they still come and have fun. They still eat seeds and watch House on Haunted Hill. So you reward them. Kisses for Bruce and fussing for Tim. Teasing Dick, complimenting Jason. Encouraging Cass and snarking at Steph cheerfully. They all need something, and Damian needs to not feel left out.

So finally, when he picked up a knife, you smiled a little. Catching Bruce's eye but otherwise not drawing attention to it.

"What are you going to Carve, Damian?" Bruce asked, picking up a smaller knife to add some little details.

"Something Better than whatever Y/N is doing," he scoffed.

"Ooo competition," you chirp, unphased, "Love that for me." And when Alfred offers you a mug of cider with a conspiratorial wink, you grin. Everyone needs something. And Damian, as much as any of them, needs to be a child so he can learn to be a man.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #batmom!reader #ask answered #minors dni

[shirleywritesonthemoon]

Cacophony Of Chirps;

The next day was Saturday, so nobody was up at 8:00 AM but Jay. He yawned as he poured a generous amount of milk into his cheerios. Taking his bowl over to the living room, he saw that his step-mom had moved his father to their bedroom. It was now 8:10 AM, so Jay cleaned the living room. His bird program began at 8:30, so he had time to throw out the bottles and fold the blankets. There were three bottles in the room that Jay had to squeeze into the trash can, but he managed to fit them. The blankets that were thrown around the room were almost twice as tall as the young boy, but he folded them to the best of his ability. Mary tip-toed down the stairs. 

“Hey dweeb,” Mary mumbled, rubbing her eyes. Jay placed the folded blankets in the basket. 

“Hi Mary,” he cheerfully greeted, wrapping his tiny arms around her skinny waist. She smiled a bit and ruffled his bird’s nest hair. 

“My bird show is starting soon,” he began, looking up at her, “do you wanna watch it with me?” 

His older sister's smile widened, “Of course.” Jay cheered, clapping his hands together, and darted to the kitchen to make Mary a bowl of cereal. She yawned, and sauntered over to him. 

“After the show how about I make us some pancakes?” she asked, shaking the pancake mix. 

Her little brother whooped, “Double breakfast?” 

“Heck yeah,” the blonde grinned. 

The two sat down in front of the boxy television and started watching the show about birds. Jay informed Mary of many other facts about blue jays that weren’t said in the show, and she listened intently. After the show, which was about forty-five minutes, Mary started the stove up. 

“Do you want chocolate chips in the pancakes, Jaybird?” She questioned, calling him by her favorite cheesy nickname. Jay got embarrassed by it in public, but giggled in private. Mary wished her little brother wasn’t as embarrassed of her. I’m such a hypocrite. She knew it was because she was dismissive of him in front of Kathy and Amber. 

“Yes!” he answered, jumping up and down next to her. The pancakes smelled delicious, and Jay devoured 9 large ones before Mary stopped him so she could have some. A silence stretched between the two, but it wasn’t awkward like it was at dinner. 

“Mary, why does dad touch me?” Jay asked, looking at her with his  large brown doe eyes. She froze. She wasn’t confused, she knew exactly what he was asking. How do I tell an eight-year-old that his father is a s**t human being? Think Mary, think! She inhaled sharply and put her fork down. 

“Dad confuses you for your mother sometimes,” she started, shifting in her chair, “and he starts treating you like her.” 

Jay furrowed his dark brows and cocked his head, “Doesn’t he know that mama died?” 

“Yes,” Mary mused, dragging out the word, “but when he’s really sick at night he gets confused.” Please don’t make me explain it. Jay, I love you, but please don’t make me explain this to you. As if the universe had answered her pleading, he shrugged and gobbled the scraps of pancake. 

It was now 2:00 PM, and Jennifer and Peter were still (passed out drunk) sleeping. Jay and Mary worked on a one thousand piece puzzle, Jay made the outside while Mary focused on the interior. They had been working on it since 10 AM, and about a third had been completed. On the box an image of hyper-realistic savanna animals laid happily under a tree. Mary remembered the day Jay received the puzzle from Peter. Jay smiled at the puzzle, but she knew he was a bit disappointed it wasn’t about birds. 

“Your birthday is coming up soon, what do you want?” Mary suddenly asked, glancing at him. Jay paused for a moment, holding a puzzle piece in his small hands. He would be turning eight in a week, but his parents would most likely forget. 

“I’m not sure,” he replied. 

Mary sighed,“Peter ripped up Azul, would you like a new bird stuffed animal?” Jay nodded, sadness creeping into his expression. His older sister noticed, and furrowed her brows in concern. She usually bought Jay presents quite frequently, she hoped it would help Jay take his mind off what happens to him behind closed doors. She knew it was bad not to talk about it, but she didn’t know how. 

“Jennifer left her wallet out y’know,” the blonde started, forcing a smile, “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind donating some money to get you a new friend today.”

Jay frowned, “But aren’t you getting me a stuffed animal next week?” 

“Well yeah, but we wouldn’t want Azul junior to get lonely when you’re at school, would we?” she convinced, her smile turning genuine. 

The raven haired boy (who was not as elegant as the title made him sound) grinned, showing off his missing tooth, “You sure?”

Mary nodded, standing up and holding out her hand to help him up. He took her hand and looked up at her with an adoring smile. Mary grabbed a large amount of cash from her mothers wallet (not that she’d notice, she’d be too hungover) and slipped on her shoes. 

“Where are you going?” Jay questioned, cocking his head. 

“We’re going downtown to get you a stuffed animal,” She corrected, tossing him his coat. He gasped and clapped his hands together. 

A fifteen minute bike ride later (Mary biked and Jay held onto her for dear life while sitting on the edge of the seat), they arrived at the busy town square. Jay skipped towards the small toy store as Mary chained their bike to a pole. She walked inside the cramped store, glancing around for anything she thought her little brother would like. She spotted a large plush toucan in the corner of the store. She took it off the shelf and began to look for the young boy. She found him staring at a wall of bird plushies, many smaller than most of the others in the store. 

“Hey, look what I found,” she held up the plushie, “do you like him?” Jay turned his attention to the toucan, and his eyes lit up. He smiled and took the plushie into his hands, observing the intricate details and stroking it’s beak. 

“I like him,” he whispered, “can we get him, Mary?” 

Mary nodded and pulled out a bill and handed it to the cashier before ushering Jay to the bike. 

For the rest of the day, he cuddled with his sister and the toucan, who he dubbed Duncan. They flipped on a cartoon and ate snacks.

#1980s #fairytales #original piece #please read #please reblog #writing #creative writing #writing project #supernatural #mystery

[jaybirds-chirps]

Merlin with Jesters Privilege would be unstoppable

#prob why Uther made him a manservant #he just knew this idiot boy was gonna be a problem #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #jaybird chirps

[electricswordfish]

nothing like getting off work at 1am and staying awake until ur 11am class because. well. a combination of adderall and an energy drink too late but to be fair, im a stagehand so

#jaybird chirps #also a film major so very used to sleeplessness but now i kinda wanna sleep but im afraid of going Schlumpt

[normal-piece-of-shit]

Villain Attack

Good luck remaining sane after this :)

@jasonette-july-2k20

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“We have your girlfriend.”

Jason stared at the phone, his expression falling into panic every passing second.

“Oh my god.” He whispered into the air, his panic clear in his voice. “OH MY GOD. NO-”

“Yes! We have her right in our palms! You want her alive? Pay up!”

Jason moved around, checking the contents of his jacket and secret spots. “No, no! Don't be stupid!”

“We- wait, what?”

“Quick!” He exclaimed. “Tell me that the colour combination of your outfit does not hurt eyes!”

“I-” The voice now melted into pure confusion. “I beg your pardon?!”

“You heard me!” He growled, getting into stealing the batmobile.

“Well- uh, its bright green and purple? I don't think it would hurt eyes-” A scream sounded from the background of the call.

“Oh my fucking god.” He was getting closer to where the tracker pointed. Thank Tim for his pre-prepared Code Pixie plans. “You have got to get out-”

“Look,” The voice grunted as gunshots sounded in the background, “I don't know what you've planned, but- UGH-” The voice sounded pained by every second, “We will take your girlfriend’s life!”

“Me? Lil’ sweet innocent me?” He groaned. “I could never do anything as terrible as the things that are happening around you.” He even sounded disappointed.

“Wait a mi- AUGH-” The voice screamed. “YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS A MONSTER-”

“Ah, shit.” He could see the warehouse now- and was that a fire he saw?! “How many are dead?!”

“Oh, no worries, Jaybird.” A familiar, honey sweet voice chirped. “I didn't kill them. Didn't want you to have to deal with Bruce a third time.”

He sank in the chair, relieved. “Oh god. I love you so much, pixie. I’ll let you continue.” He paused, slightly grinning. “Unless you want help?”

He heard her sigh happily into the phone. “You're the best! I'd love some help.” Now, he was fully grinning. “Kwami knows what these morons had to go through to think bright green and purple were a good combo.” She muttered.

He chuckled.

It was going to be a long night.

#maribat #Jasonette #jasonette july 2020 #hahA #yeah #id set everyone on fire too #no problem there

[internalsealpanic]

All That Glitters

Summary: Pandora’s box is a black box covered in silk and embossed with the initials R.S.

a/n: So uh this work is a follow up to my fic Better Die than Doubt but it can be read as a stand alone. This thing resulted from the combined might of  @knightfall05x,  @lucy-roo​, and my thirst. I said the follow up to that fic would be fluffy. The chronological follow up will come out at some point. I  just have a single braincell and it decided it wanted to write more Black Mask being an absolute bastard. Thanks to those two hoes for enabling and proof reading. See you both in hell

warnings:  This is smut. I was being haunted. This work contains noncon, past noncon, violence, Roman being an asshole, daddy kink, size kink, strength kink (if you squint ), yandere themes, stalking, exhibitionism, a dude who cannot take no for  an answer and choking.  

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“Hey Jay,” You chirp into the phone, maneuvering it over your shoulder carefully so you wouldn't drop it while you held your soda can at an arm's length away from you hoping it wouldn’t explode on you when you attempt to open it. 

 “Hey, sweet-” You blow out a raspberry halting the correction in its tracks. You can practically picture Jason’s mouth swerve into an odd shape caught between proceeding with his correction or backtracking.  He chose neither. You hear him swear viciously. You snort making him huff. 

 “What’s up, asshat?” He asks, endearingly. You can pretty much hear him rolling his eyes from this side of the world. You frown hearing how winded he sounded. 

 “Jay, if this is a bad time, I can-”

 “You’re fine it’s just a little-”

 “JAYBIRD, A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE”

 “Roy sounds like he needs help. I can call back later.”

 “Roy can handle himself.”

 “Thanks for the confidence, Jaybird, but I think I’d prefer if you kept shooting straight.”

 You snort feeling warmth build up in your chest despite the chilly weather. You chirp delighted when you open the can and it doesn’t explode. You hear Jason chuckle. The smart remark he had on the edge of his tongue dies on his lips when your breath hitches audibly at the sound of his gun firing. Jason makes a noise, the kind you use to prompt someone to tell you if they’re ok without having to ask. You swallow and nod and curse remembering he can’t see you. You blow out a breath, making sure it comes out steady. 

 “Y/n...”

 “I’m-” You wanted to say fine but you knew the word fine was wholly inappropriate and untrue for this situation. “I’m gonna survive. I promise.” 

 Jason doesn’t make a sound of agreement or disagreement. He simply acknowledges it. You silently thank him for the neutrality. 

 “JAYBIRD”

 “SHUT UP, HARPER”

 You hear Kory sigh in exasperation somewhere in the distance.  In the background, you hear a shriek which you assume is from Jason. Then the line cuts out. 

You try to redial. 

 Nothing. 

 You try again.

 Nothing. 

 A laugh rips out of your chest. You cry out in pain, the fizzy drink rushing up your nose. You wince and curse and settle on blaming Jason.  You suspect they somehow broke the phone. You wouldn’t be too surprised by that outcome. You sigh but there was no point in complaining about it. You might as well finish your lunch in peace. 

   You chew on your cheek as you walk back to your cubicle, everyone’s eyes are on you. You feel your breathing pick up a fraction of a second faster. 

 One

 Two

 .

.

.

.

 Two

 Fuck

 You dig your nails into your palm. Your footfalls become heavier and a little louder even against the white noise around you. You slowdown and shake your head. You haven’t had an attack at work so far and you aren’t about to start now. You inhale deeply, letting your chest expand as you run through the things Dinah taught you.  

 Take stock of the situation around you. 

 The world around you was buzzing with life-shuffling papers, ringing phones, humming of machines, and blips of voices here and there. The room is bright and clean under the light of sterile fluorescent lights. You take in all the voices around you. You’re not alone. The knot building in your shoulders loosens. You continue. 

 Take stock of your body. 

 Your body is trembling, the beginnings of a panic attack looming over you. Instead of cursing it, you let it. It was only natural to relapse once in a while. The trauma wasn’t fresh. Not in your opinion, at least. Dinah and, apparently, everyone else had a different opinion. You’re good at being ok but you were human. You let out a  long breath, half-tempted to let your eyes slide shut but you’re afraid of finding yourself in that room again, of seeing him, of feeling him on you. Revulsion spasmed in your body in powerful waves. Sure, you’re a showboat, Jay had said as much, but showing off and causing a scene were two entirely different things and you weren’t entirely sure you could endure the looks of pity from your coworkers every time you came through those doors. 

 Stiffly, you walk towards your cubicle. Your neighbor, Chelsea, smiling conspiratorially at you while your manager glares daggers at you. You raise an eyebrow at Chelsea who waggles her eyebrows in return.   

 “This is how you tell me I got fired?” You sigh, a smile twitching at the corners of your mouth. 

 Chelsea rolls her eyes at you. “Nope, but the boss man did want me to tell you to tell your boyfriend that he really shouldn’t be sending you gifts at work but honestly, I …...” Your brows knit in confusion, cold dread licking at the pit of your stomach. 

 “I don’t have a boyfriend.” You say slowly trying to keep the mounting panic out of your voice. You could hear your blood pulsating in your ears, heart threatening to jump out of your chest. Your feet are itching for you to run outside and call Jason or Dinah or anyone but the stupider part of you- the curious part of you was clawing at your mind to proceed. 

“Y/n, are- are you ok?” You blink and look at the clock. Two minutes. You blacked out for two minutes which, if you were being totally honest, was a huge improvement. 

 “Yeah. I’m fine.”

 “If you say so” She shrugs, her eyes still not pulling away from you.  

 Mechanically, you turn to your desk. Your entire being freezes when your eyes land on the black box sitting on the desk and the large bouquet of red roses sitting next to it.  The box was rectangular, black with silver trimmings embossed on it. Large ‘R.S.’ written in fancy lettering at the bottom right corner of the lid. You wanted to vomit. 

 You draw a breath and flex your fingers. You can feel your teeth digging into your cheeks. 

 “Hey, Chel?”

 “Yeah?”

 “Can I borrow some tissues?” You ask your voice barely above a whisper but still miraculously steady. She frowns at your handing you a couple of tissues. Normally, you keep your vigilante habits out of your civilian life but considering the initials embossed on this obnoxiously expensive-looking box sitting on your desk, you think this level of paranoia is justified. 

 You stop to calculate the odds that the box contained explosives which turns up zero. You sigh but a shiver climbs up your spine when you run through the possibilities of what Roman could have thought of as a gift. 

 “Y/n, what the fuck?” If Chelsea wasn’t watching you before, she was now. You glance at her quickly and give her a weak smile. You swallow the lump forming in your throat. Cautiously, you lift the lid quietly regretting not calculating the possibility of anything toxic being in it. You’re honestly surprised nothing happened. You roll your eyes upon seeing the expensive-looking black silk covering the inside.

Yes, rub your money in my face while you scare me shitless why don’t you, you fucking asshole, you think grumpily peeling the fabric away. 

 Your heart comes to a full stop when you’re met with a pair of lacy lingerie. Your lacy lingerie. Your USED lacy lingerie. You blink trying not to focus on the white stains. You sincerely did not want to think about that. Moving them aside you find a bloody shirt, the sound of its shifting fabric making gooseflesh spread all over your body. 

 You recognize it. You didn’t want to, but here it was. The bloodstains were dry but they were still visible even against the dark fabric of the shirt. Your skin prickles where the scars on your body sit. The knife wounds sting and throb as if freshly cut.  It takes everything in you not to vomit.

  It was probably the single-minded curiosity that kept you going. You maneuver the shirt carefully making sure it makes as little sound as possible.  Underneath it is a collar, simple but clearly expensive leather with the tag R.S. glittering under the sterile lights. Your throat constricts. You tear your gaze away. Your eyes sting. Next to it was a stack of photos. The top photo showed you with your, shirt torn exposing your breasts. Someone was inside you, gripping your hips. You gag.  You reign your mind in. You flip the stack over and gather your breath. Your heart stops again when you see Roman’s familiar handwriting on the back of a photo.   

 “Miss me?”

The drive back to your apartment was a blur consisting of what was most likely several severe traffic violations but you needed- you need to get out of town as quickly as possible. The odds of Roman himself showing up to your little town was low, very low. Not that you’ve actually calculated it. You don’t need to. The man walks around like his feet bless every surface they touch. The man has a loaded god complex the size of Russia to put it generously. Fetching you was simply beneath him. He had henchmen for a reason after all. 

 You wave to your landlady and her husband amiably as you walk past them keeping the nervous thrum out of your movement. Your landlady returns the gesture, elbowing her sneering husband. You know what he thinks of you and your habits. Take a few guys home with you and suddenly you’re a slut. Your promiscuity was none of his fucking business. Your body was yours to do with, to give, and to take back. It was yours. It’s yours, you assure yourself but the feeling of your body and mind hanging loosely off of each other feels painfully vivid at the moment. 

 You shake your head. This wasn’t the best time to sort out your hang-ups.  

 You press your ear to your apartment door then remembered just how thick it was and remembered that you didn’t exactly have super hearing. You sigh. What you would give to be Supes right about now. You enter the apartment careful not to make your steps audible. That, however, was rendered moot by the two very large and blocky men standing in your living room. You exhale both in frustration and relief. If Roman Fucking Sionis thinks he can scare you with two meatheads, he was clearly insulting you. Well, at least, he didn’t hire anyone actually competent considering all your gear was in a duffle bag tucked neatly away under your bed. Yanno, just for this sort of eventuality. Now that you think about it. You really should have just kept it in your car but small-town crime seems to have softened you. 

 You smile letting the irritation mold you into something sharp and venomous. You throw the box at one of the henchmen goading them to attack you. Its contents scattering all over the floor. You can’t bring yourself to care that some of the photos land right side up. 

 “Tell your chicken shit of a boss to come scare me himself,” You laugh, manic relief flooding through you. You feel like you’re going mad but you don’t care. It’s so much more feasible to deal with these men than it is to have to even think about Roman. “He doesn’t even have the balls to-”

 “Well, it’s nice to see you too, Sweetheart.” comes a gravelly voice from the bedroom. Your stomach drops. Roman strides out of your bedroom adjusting the cuff link of his obnoxiously expensive suit.  He looks down to the photos and gifts scattered on the ground, frowning he bends down to pick up the collar, dusting it off and stuffing it in his pocket. 

 Your fight or flight response freezes. You back into the door, the material feeling too solid for the moment. You inhale sharply, only managing short shallow breaths as Roman slowly closes the distance between you. His footfalls loud, heavy, and deliberately casual making your blood thrum. 

 No. No. No. 

 Your eyes flicker wildly around the room looking for any weapon within reach, your mind running through the numbers, the probabilities melding together into incoherent blotches of red in the back of your skull. Roman slams his large hands on either side of your head. The impact makes the door creak. You can’t stop yourself from flinching visibly, surprise and fear carving themselves on to your face. Roman barks out a derisive laugh as he trails a leather-clad finger down your chin, your throat, then to your cleavage. The contact against your bare skin makes you bristle. 

 “This here?” He emphasizes, his fingers playing with the top button of your shirt popping it carelessly revealing your baby pink, lace bra hidden beneath. “This is a little low cut for the office, isn’t it, princess?”  

 Annoyance overwhelms your sense of self-preservation. “I’m not about to take fashion advice from a guy who looks like he watches Scar Face daily.” You snipe, teeth bared.  Roman hums the undercurrent of rage filling the air. Your ribs ache, remembering an old injury. Your mouth slams shut cutting off any other snide remarks. 

 “You wear these clothes to wind me up, don’t you?” Roman drawls, his leather-clad fingers tracing up the expanse of your thigh exposed by the slit of your skirt, bunching up the skirt and playing with the waistband of your thong as he does so. His thumbs pressing circles against your inner thigh, you can’t help but quiver under his touch. “Oh the fun hasn’t even started yet...just wait”, he bites your ear lobe and tugs it between his teeth. He pulls back and glares at you. “Do you want to know how I found you in this dead-end town, princess?” He asks tilting your chin with his gloved hand. You shake your head not really interested at the moment. You’re too distracted by how flush your body was getting as he presses you further into the door with his bulk. You note with disgust the arousal suffusing through your limbs. 

 “You were all over the news, sweetheart,” You’re trying to remember what he could possibly be talking about. He leans in closer, leather-clad hand brushing against his thumb against your bottom lip, your lips parting automatically for him. He places his gloved thumb between your parted lips. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize that goofy smile of yours?”  You shiver lips wrapping around the intruding digit.  Your tongue flicks and swirls around it in a practiced gesture. “Good girl.” Roman hums, a grin spreading across his face while thick shame blankets you. You frown at how familiar the taste of the glove is against your tongue. You push your thoughts away wishing your mind would fall away. 

 “Baby,” He draws his hand away from your lips, wiping the thin string of saliva on your face. His hands glide down the sides of your body. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize these hips?” His hands grab at your hips roughly, lifting you and pulling them flush against his own. “Baby. I know what’s mine and this time I won’t let you get away from me.” He whispers against your neck, voice husky and rough. You swallow feeling his lips brush against your pulse. 

 Roughly, he wedges a thigh between your legs, the friction against your core making you keen. The friction woke something in you and loosened a few other things. Your hips roll desperately against the thick muscle of his thighs. Roman grins against your neck,  loosening his grip on your hips and letting you fuck yourself on his thigh. You will yourself to stop but the heat twisting in your gut is too much. You hate yourself. You well and truly hate yourself. Your cheeks warm, breath coming out in pants. 

 Roman places a kiss on your collarbone, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh. Your tongue is caught between your teeth to hold back a moan but the shiver spreading throughout your body says it too loudly. Roman chuckles, vibrations deep within his chest making you weak. Roman licks a stripe up your neck, planting kisses and hickeys along your jaw. “God, you taste sweet, princess.” He murmurs hot against your neck, the smirk dripping from his voice. It feels like acid against your skin. 

 He guides your pliant arms to loop around his shoulders. You obey soundlessly, tipping your head back giving him room to ravish your neck. He does with unbridled enthusiasm. You feel trapped in your own body. You don’t want this. You want to push him away but the fear coursing through you leaves you a passenger in your own body. Your breath hitches with each bite and kiss. 

 “Mine.” He rumbles resolutely, sliding the cloth of your top placing a bite on your shoulder. It stings without even looking, you know it’s deep. 

 “No” You whisper, low and unsure. 

 “No?” He challenges pulling away from your shoulder. 

 “No” You echo voice frustratingly unsteady. He sneers down at you, smile condescending. A biting rebellious part of you demands that you snarl and spit something brisque and witty at him but it’s pushed down by something viscous filling your chest. How are you drowning and why are you not dead yet?

 Just let it pass, your mind whispers to itself. Just let him get his fill and he’ll be on his way. You don’t even have to get hurt. You sincerely want to believe this. You just want this to not happen. The thought of it summons a wave of nausea deep within you. Tears well up in the corner of your eyes. You blink rapidly chasing them away. He likes it when you cry. 

 “Baby, you can’t tell me you don’t want this,” He emphasizes, pressing his thigh against your sopping pussy. The pressure makes you whine.  “Not when you’re being all cute and fucking yourself on my thigh like the dirty slut you are.”

 No. No. No.

 Rat-tat. 

 You will your hips to stop their movement but they’re too lost in their momentum. Your eyes flicker to Roman’s men, large eyes pleading. They stand stiffly doing their best to ignore you. They’re doing a damn fine job of it. 

 “Oh they won’t do anything, they’re here to watch,” Roman whispers hotly against your ear.  Your eyes flicker to them again. Your breath catching when your eyes meet one of theirs, seeing not an ounce of pity. You shove the bile rising in your throat and the quirk on their lips deep somewhere else, somewhere away from you.   

 You try to squirm away but Roman’s arm presses into your windpipe pinning you in place. You thrash and kick and hiss but your head feels light. You hear fabric shift and you still. The sound of the zipper is too loud and too real.  

Roman takes your lips in a forceful kiss making you gasp. His tongue forces its way into your mouth.  He releases your neck. You feel his fingers trail up the slits of your skirt. You try to focus on them rather than what’s pressing stiffly against your inner thigh. The fabric of your skirt bunch up by your hips. You feel your panties getting pushed aside by large fingers. You whimper again, clawing at the expensive fabric of Roman’s suit. “Please don’t do this.” You plead breathily against his ear. 

 He laughs, voice gravelly and harsh. Without further warning or preparation or ceremony, Roman shoves himself inside your warmth, pushing you further into the door. You gasp, the burning stretch making your body tremble all over. He bottomed out with a loud groan. You wanted to cover your ears or have your mind fall out of your reach but here it was painfully present along with your frozen body. He’s loud, groaning and panting as he fucks into you. He thrusts into you with wild abandon, hips clashing against each other with bruising intensity. You can feel his cock dragging in and out of you, hitting every spot violently. He wants this to hurt. You hope it would too. 

 Your cheeks burn with how your walls spasm around his cock. You want to push him away, to take him out of you but it feels so good. You try to smother the lewd sounds you make into his shirt.  Roman’s hands squeeze tightly around your waist in warning. “Yeah, that's it, baby. Let daddy know how much you want this.” You don’t protest. Instead, you let your mouth hang open and let the lewd mewls and keens tumble out. He drills into you more violently seemingly spurred on by your sounds. 

 You come with a whimper. You want to bury yourself in a hole. He comes not long after still fucking into you as he does, making sure your pussy takes all of his cum.  

 He pulls out of you, the slick sound of it absolutely sinful. Your body is slack against the door, too drained to hold itself up.  Roman pulls back, grinning down at you and whistling appreciatively as he admires his work. “Let’s dress you back up, sweetheart.” Roman coos locking something around your neck.  You don’t need to look down to know what he’s put there. The cool metal of the R.S. hanging off the collar presses stark against your hot sensitive skin.

 “You look sooo much better like this,” Blearily you look past him. Your duffle bag is already in the arms of one of his men. He grabs your face roughly making you look him in the eyes. “All mine- just as you should be.” 

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Thanks for reading! I swear I will do more fluff in the near future. I just needed this out of my system. 

Tag list:  @batarella, @anothertimdrakestan, @lucy-roo, @multifandomgirl-us, @idkmanicantenglish,@birdy-bat-writes,  @boosyboo9206, @americasmarauders , @l-horizon11, @arestorationofbalance , @cloudie-skay, @wunderstell

#yandere blackmask #yandere dc #yandere roman sionis #reader insert #dc reader insert #warning: smut #dc smut #black mask x reader #roman sionis x reader #yandere roman sionis x reader #my writing

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Jason Todd with baby fever 😅💚

The only person that didn't seem to realize anything was amiss, was you.

The entire family watched Jason stop in his tracks and visibly melt. He'd started surly, his boots thundering on the floor. But as soon as he saw you, bouncing a fussy baby- a half-human half Kryptonian baby- but still, on your hip, distracting them from the discomfort of teething with something cold to gum and a lullaby as you worked on other things. His face softened and the tension left his shoulders.

He went from being about to go yell at Tim to having to go-anywhere else. Because if he didn't he'd not stop staring at you. Or thinking about a way to get you to agree to have a baby with him- He'd have to get you to agree to dinner, first.

"Need a cold shower, Jaybird?" Dick muttered, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Shut up," he grumbled.

"I think he needs to take the batteries out of his biological clock," Stephanie opined, grinning.

"Extra shut up," Jason growled, shouldering a door open and squeezing through, careful not to let it slam.

Dick watched him go and suppressed a snort with difficulty, "You can't deny- they'd make really pretty babies."

"Bite your tongue, Master Richard," Alfred drawled, "The last thing we need is to experience Master Jason with anxiety about becoming a father."

"You realize I can hear you right?" you ask them, glad your back was turned so they couldn't see how flustered you were.

"Yes," Stephanie chirped, unrepenant, snickering when you leave the room, shortly after laying the now sleeping baby in her playpen.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #anon ask #anon answered #minors dni

[crystalgirl259]

How to Train Your Dragonblood 3: The Dragonblood Alpha Ch4

"Ground all dragonbloods!" Cliff shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran through the underground stone corridor to the hanger. Jay and Kai were trailing after the chief as he ran ahead, bellowing orders to anyone who would listen. Cole and Ed were also following them, also concerned about Cliff's fear. The others were following Cliff's orders and locking down the island, even though some of the dragonbloods weren't happy about it. They hated being controlled and ordered around, especially after all those years of being enslaved by that monster at the nest.

Unfortunately, as they were living on Cliff's island, they had to live by his rules.

As soon as Jay confirmed Iron Baron's name, it was like Cliff suddenly became a completely different person. One not seen by his family or anyone in Ninjago. As he was growing up, Jay had seen his father in chief mode, father mode, over-protective mode, and sometimes he could just be an insensitive and condescending jerk. This Cliff was very different, however. He looked downright terrified as he ran around the hanger, and it was very unnerving for Jay to see.

"What?! Why?" Jay cried in shock, but Cliff ignored his son.

"Seal the gates! Lower the storm doors!" He shouted as they entered a bigger cavern. Jay tried to keep up while Kai followed him, just as bewildered.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait, wait, what is happening?" The brunette asked as everyone rushed around.

"Come on, you heard the man, lock it down!" Ed echoed around the underground cave with dragonbloods and humans milling around as the group climbed down the stairs, one-half alert and the other half confused. People began to pull down levers and the gate that led outside slowly closed.

"No dragonblood or man sets foot off this island until I give the word!" Cliff bellowed and dragonbloods and humans start running around in near panic at their Chief's sudden alarm. Cliff ignored the stairs and jumped down the platform along with Kai and Ed.

"Wait, all this because some weird guy you knew is stirring up troubles on some faraway land?" Jay asked in shock. He had never seen his father run from anything in his life. Without warning, Cliff suddenly got into his son's face, a look of fear, anger, and determination plastered on his face.

"Because Iron Baron is a madman, without conscience or mercy, and if he's built a dragonblood army... Gods help us all!" He muttered in horror before he started to scream orders at his men again as he paced around. Jay wasn't discouraged by this and caught up to him, cutting off his path. Ed had to give the kid some points for audacity. He had always known the lad had it in him to stand up to his own father.

"Let's ride back out there," Jay suggested, trying to be positive. "We'll follow those trappers to Iron Baron and talk some sense into him."

"No! We fortify the island!" Cliff insisted.

"It's our duty to keep the peace!" Jay argued.

"Peace is over, Jay! I must prepare you for war."

"War!?" Kai exclaimed in shock. He could tell Cliff was scared of the Iron Baron, so was Kai, but the brunette didn't expect it to go so far.

"Dad, if this Iron Baron is coming for the dragonbloods, we can't wait around for him to get here! Let's go find him and change his mind!" Jay pushed, but the chief was too stubborn to listen.

"No, some minds won't be changed, Jay; Ninjago is what you need to worry about! A Chief protects his own!" He snapped at the young man before turning back to the panicking humans and dragonbloods running around the hanger. "Secure the stables! Latch every stall!" He ordered as he ran ahead, leaving Jay and Kai alone in the middle of the hanger. As he left, Jay looked at Kai and gave his hotheaded boyfriend a comforting look, sensing his unease.

The Fire Dragonblood then went and gently touched his arm, already knowing he was up to something from his determined look.

"Jay, don't!" He tried to reason with his boyfriend, but Jay was just as stubborn as his father.

"I have to baby, you know that." He replied as he leaned down for a quick peck on Kai's cheek and that was all it took to convince Kai into transforming into his dragon form. Cliff saw the flash of Kai's transformation, but before he could turn around completely, Jay was already on top of Kai's dragon form and then they were in the air and swooping underneath the closing hanger gate. The couple tried to find a way out as the windows and other openings of the cave were closing off.

Luckily, they managed to get into the open air before the last gate was closed.

As the Chief and Ed watch him go, another dragon swooped down behind them and takes after them. When they saw what was happening, Pixal also transformed and she and Zane chased after the pair. Zane frowned as the gate slowly rose and the light was blocked but in the last second, he and Zane were out right before the entrance was locked. Cliff sighed and shook his head as he watched his son and Zane fly off into the distance...

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As the sun began to set, a ship was sailing in the icy sea near some huge cliffs. At the front of the ship stood Clutch Powers, watching the horizon before he walked back on the deck where his men were working and pulling ropes. They all had to keep their eyes peeled. With this wind, they would reach Iron Baron by daybreak so they had to fill up the ship with dragonbloods and quick. It was no time to be picky. Not with riders showing up to rescue their targets almost every night.

He just couldn't understand how anyone could like those flying, murderous, monsters.

As Clutch examined his maps, trying to pinpoint the most recent dragonblood sightings with their route, one of the sailors looked in the sky, and Clutch noticed that and followed his gaze. Everyone was watched the two dragonbloods appeared in the distance and flew towards them. Clutch brightened up at the sight of two healthy-looking targets.

"Get them, lads! Take them down! He ordered as he aimed the crossbow with a satisfied smirk. It was wiped off, however, when he realized who the dragonbloods were. The same riders and dragonbloods that they had met earlier that day. As the men around him yelled and prepared themselves for capture while Clutch frowned and pulled the machine.

"You're not getting away this time!" He shouted at the riders.

"Jaybird, please tell me you have a plan at least." Kai gulped mentally as they flew closer to the ship. The ginger-haired man didn't say anything to his boyfriend, however. He wasn't confident enough to even look at him. "YOU DON'T HAVE A PLAN!?" He roared, catching Zane and Pixal's attention.

"Is everything alright?" Zane asked in worry, but Jay gave him a comforting smile.

"Yeah, we're good, Kai's just being paranoid as per usual." He reassured as he petted the Fire Dragonblood's head. Kai only snorted in disbelief, but before he could respond, Clutch started firing net at them. The launched nets were gracefully avoided and Kai got closer to the ship until he could leap on the deck with Pixal following seconds after. Jay removed his helmet while Zane spun his large shurikens and Clutch takes out his blade.

"And here I was worried I may turn up empty-handed," Clutch smirked as he prepared for the riders to make the first strike.

"Nope! It's your lucky day, we're here to give up." Jay chirped as he held out a hand for Zane to put down his weapon and for Pixal and Kai to return to their human forms, which they all did. The hunters and Clutch were shocked to see the dragonbloods transform into humans. They knew dragonbloods could do this, but they rarely saw this. When they all finally registered Jay's words, everyone blinked in shock. Even Kai and Pixal were confused, and Kai practically shared a mind with him.

What was his human boyfriend up to?

Zane looked at him like he was crazy as Jay put his arms up in surrender. Everybody else was too busy gawking to even remember to pick up their fallen jaws. Clutch also almost dropped his knife as he raised a confused eyebrow. Jay and Zane walked away from their dragonbloods and Jay leaned down to take a net.

"That's one Fire Dragonblood, one Ice Dragonblood, and two of the finest riders from the sunny island of Ninjago; that ought to make the boss happy, right?" He smirked as he suddenly threw the net over his three friends all froze in shock. Kai really hoped Jay did have a plan or else the human would be sleeping outside for a week. Mutters of insane and worried rumbles flew in the air around them. Pixal mentally begging the crazy boy who apparently was willing to sell them to a bunch of hunters to explain himself faster or she would happily freeze him right where he stood.

Jay said nothing to his friends as he pushed Zane's shurikens into Clutch's hands, who was still rooted to the spot and watching Jay in disbelief. He backed off when Kai bared his fangs at him to follow.

Jay then shoved out of the way the weapons of the dumbstruck crew while Zane, Kai, and Pixal finally got the net off. They all climbed down in a cage built below the ship while the men are still watching.

"What are you doing Jaybird?" Kai hissed at his boyfriend as Jay followed after him, pulling down the barred opening. This only made Kai more worried as he was a bit lost by his boyfriend's actions. They were among enemies yet the boy and Zane were not aggressive. Granted he somehow doubted Jay would ever intentionally be aggressive. He just didn't seem to carry that type of intimidating aura like his fellow humans. He was also concerned that he willingly entered a cage.

He whined in his throat at Jay's confusing gestures that made a dragonblood as mighty as he behaves like a mother watching its hatchling from falling out of the sky.

For the life of him, Kai just couldn't understand his human, boyfriend, rider sometimes.

"Kai, just relax." Jay pleaded as he turned back to the hunters. "Dragonbloods don't really care for cramped spaces, but they won't be any trouble." He promised, but this had a very opposite effect to what he was hoping for. The people suddenly pointed all of their weapons at the Fire Dragonblood, making Kai jump in fright as he transformed, eyes like needles and back arched like a cat. Pixal quickly followed his lead, also feeling incredibly threatened.

She had spent many long and grueling months locked up in a cage in the arena back in Ninjago, so this was all brought back some very painful memories.

Zane seemed to sense this and gently rubbed her head to help her relax. It worked, but only a little bit. Kai lowered his body to the ground and growled. Jay resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he poked his head through the bars. Clutch stared at him with a flat look. Beside him, a hooded man fidgeted with his weapon. After a short staring contest, Clutch rolled his eyes to the sky when a sword sticks out of the cage. The crew jumps back when it lit up in flames.

Jay popped out again, hitting his head as if reprimanding himself for not remembering.

"Can't have armed prisoners." He smiled as he gave the sword to a man while down below Ka, Zane, and Pixal watched everything unfold with trepidation.

"How is this a plan?" Kai mentally glared at the back of his head. But Jay was more focused on the trappers and gaining their trust.

"Just what every dragonblood trapper needs." He smiled as the men inspected the device he made curiously. One end coated the blade in saliva from Kai's dragon form and the other sprayed gas from Tox. As the men looked at the weapon, they accidentally activated the gas. They desperately tried to shut it off, and Clutch stepped away while another man clicked the lighter by mistake. Jay ducked below as an explosion rocked the deck. The two men that caused the explosion were covered in soot and coughing.

A spark was floating around and glided into the cage.

Without thinking, Kai and Pixal leaped onto their back legs and played with it, trying to be the first to catch it with their paws. Jay almost squealed at the sight and Zane smiled. Despite being intelligent, powerful creatures, dragonbloods were still animals deep down. Jay would even use light reflecting off his knife to make a little dot for Kai to chase like a cat. When he finally regained his senses and the spark faded, Kai moaned and covered his face with a paw.

He hated it when he acted cute when he was supposed to be daunting and remarkable.

He always told Jay and anyone that he was a fearless creature, not some cuddly toy. Having enough of the show, Clutch stomped to the men and grabbed the sword before he turned to Jay.

"What game are you playing?" He demanded.

"Eh, no game, ee just want to meet the Iron Baron." He shrugged innocently.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to change his mind about dragonbloods." He replied, looking more serious than Clutch had thought the small man was capable of and the crew started to laugh. Zane sighed in disagreement but said nothing.

"Some minds cannot be changed, Jaybird, you really have to understand that." Kai mentally mumbled with a tired thought when Jay caught his eye he shook his head and that visibly hit the ginger-haired man judging by his surprised look. The teen was silent as he stared back until he finally gathered his thoughts.

"Well, you changed yours, so did my Dad and all of Ninjago." He shot back just as determined but a tad more subdued, and Kai looked away. Zane and Pixal shared a look, knowing that the couple were having a private talk, and were feeling very uncomfortable at being in the middle. When he knew he had won their short argument, Jay slowly climbed out of the cage and was joined by Zane and the two dragonbloods. The trappers raised their weapons but waited for Clutch's command.

"He can be very persuasive," Zane added, trying to help his friend.

"Once you gain their loyalty there is nothing a dragonblood won't do for you." Jay smiled as he scratched the Fire Dragonblood's ear fondly, demonstrating their close bond and showing Kai he wasn't upset with him. But Clutch was still not convinced.

"You won't be changing any minds around here." He snorted.

"I can change yours right here, right now." He promised as he reached for Kai's flying gear, pulling a lever that spread the prosthetic tailfin.

"You sure about this Jaybird?" Kai asked nervously, but his boyfriend sent him as much love and reassurance as he could through their link. Once he was sure Kai would be alright, Jay turned back to Clutch.

"May I?" He asked as he extended his hand for Clutch to take. Only he didn't get the chance to do anything because all of a sudden, a dark green shape moved across the ship and snatched him away. Another dragonblood flew by and ripped the sails. Within seconds, the trapper's ship was surrounded by a few dragonbloods. The sailors tried to stay on their feet as Clutch glanced around at the sky for the assailants. Fearing for his boyfriend, Kai leaped onto the mast and sails growling loudly, until he stopped when he saw they were the other riders from Ninjago.

He was relieved to see Jay in Morro's claws.

"Put me down! Harumi, what are you doing?!" Jay screeched as he struggled in the Wind Dragonblood's claws, but Harumi and Morro had to suddenly duck with everyone else as the trappers started firing nets at them. As most of the riders managed to dodge the nets, Dareth and Tox weren't as fast and one of the nets wrapped around them. They would have fallen into the icy sea if Rocky hadn't caught them in the air. The Earth Dragonblood hovered in place as Cole climbed down and cut the net away with a knife, freeing the pair.

While they were all distracted, Jay finally managed to push his legs up and released himself from Morro's grip.

As he fell headfirst he looped his hands through the bands around his legs and unfolded his wings. On the deck, Zane rushed Clutch and pushed him away from the catapult, but the net was still fired. Luckily, Jay avoided it as he glided back down to the ship. He grabbed a rope from a sail and slid down on the deck. Kai jumped beside him as he took off the wings and nuzzled the human affectionately. He would have transformed and hugged Jay, but he still didn't feel safe enough to do that yet.

"What are you guys doing here?!"

"We're here to rescue you!

"We don't need to be rescued!

"Enough!" A voice suddenly boomed and a large dragonblood made of metal landed behind a sail, with Cliff Gordon as the rider and Ed as a back passenger. This was Karloff, a large Metal Dragonblood. A couple of years ago, Jay finally convinced his father to partner up with a dragonblood like almost everyone else in Ninjago. After many failed attempts to connect with a dragonblood, Cliff met Karloff in a local tavern and the two of them hit it off right away.

They were now regular drink buddies and partnered up whenever Cliff needed a dragonblood.

Karloff roared in agreement with his rider and Jay turned just as the Chief hopped down with a thud on the floor.

"Well, you just picked the wrong ship!" Clutch sneered as he gestured angrily at them. Cliff just heaved a sigh in frustration. Before the lead trapper could say another word, the chief grabbed his face without a word and pushed him away, being in no mood to deal with other people with attitude problems. He slid down and as he tried to stand, Zane hit him in the head, knocking him back down. Before he could get up again, Pixal suddenly pinned Clutch down, her icy breath leaving bits of frost in his face and hair.

Clutch was smart enough to stop struggling.

"Does anybody else want to try anything?" Cliff growled and the crew reluctantly lowered their weapons. They may be skilled in the art of Dragonblood hunting, but they weren't stupid enough to take on eight different Dragonbloods and nine humans. "That's what I figured." Cliff huffed and turned to glare at Jay. "You, saddle up; we're going home."

"No." Jay snapped. It was so blunt that Cliff almost fell over. That ungrateful, idiotic son of his! What had he done to deserve so much grief from his family? First Libber and now Jay? It must have come from her side of the family, no doubt about it.

"Of all the irresponsible–"

"I'm trying to protect our dragonbloods and stop a war! How is that irresponsible?!"

"BECAUSE WAR IS WHAT HE WANTS, SON!" Cliff shouted louder than he had in his life. The exasperation in his voice had Jay freeze and Cliff realized he had to explain. With a heavy sigh, he began to tell the story of Iron Baron. "Years ago there was a great gathering of chieftains to discuss the dragonblood scourge we all faced." He started and Ed gripped his friend's arm tightly. The Chief was rubbing his eyes and frowning. Ed had a feeling that by the end of this his friend would have aged decades.

Who could have thought that something so old and gone would surge from the folds of the past and haunt him so much?

As Cliff recounted his encounter with the Iron Baron, his mind flashed to the past. A younger Cliff looked around at the other chiefs sitting on high chairs as a pale, hunched figure was stepping in their middle.

"Into our midst came a stranger from a strange land, covered in scars and draped in a cloak of dragon skin; he carried no weapon and spoke softly, saying that he, Iron Baron was a man of the people devoted to free mankind from the tyranny of dragonbloods." He said as he remembered the man speaking to the chiefs and Cliff leaned down in his chair, scratching his chin as he listened with the others. "He claimed that he alone could control all the dragonbloods and that he alone can keep us safe if, we chose to bow down and follow him." He sighed sadly as the sound of the other chiefs laughing rowdily at the man's boldness still ringing in his ears.

In the present day, the teens all started laughing too, Dareth and Plundar the loudest.

Ronin was laughing so loud that he had to wipe a tear from his eye.

"Yeah, we all laughed too; until he wrapped himself in his cloak and cried out: Then see how well you do without me." Cliff shuddered at the memory. "Then the rooftops of the meeting hall suddenly burst into flames and from it armies of dragonbloods descended, burning everything to the ground!" He hissed angrily before it melted into a look of sorrow and regret. "I... was the only one to escape." He muttered and everyone on the deck fell silent at the confession.

Jay still wasn't convinced, however, and everyone could see it.

"Men who kill without reason cannot be reasoned with." Cliff tried to convince him, but as usual, his son was stubborn.

"Maybe, but I'm still going to try." Jay insisted as he walked away. Clutch followed Jay with his gaze as the younger man Jay hopped onto the Fire Dragonblood, just as surprised as the chief. "This is what I'm good at, and if I could change your mind, then I can change his too." He added, sounding sincere but determined at the same time. Ed smiled at his apprentice's courage while the Chief shook his head. With one thought from Jay, Kai took off and Cole runs over to Rocky to follow.

"Let's go!" He ordered to the other riders, but Cliff grabbed his arm.

"No, lead the others back to Ninjago; I've had enough mutiny for one day." He growled as he stepped away from the Earth Dragonblood and his rider. Down with Clutch, Pixal still had him pinned to the deck until Zane managed to pull her off. As quickly as they had appeared, the riders all flew from the trappers' boat, with Ed and Cliff chasing after Jay and Kai and the others heading back to Ninjago. Clutch couldn't move from the deck, too shocked and confused by what just happened...

#how to train your dragonblood #ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago pixal #ninjago harumi #ninjago shade #ninjago plundar #ninjago dareth #ninjago ronin #ninjago morro #ninjago tox #plasmashipping

[ghost-town-story]

Theo’s phone rang in his lap. He picked it up, and frowned at the caller ID.

“Jay,” he explained to Brian before picking up. “What’s up? I can see y’all in front of us, so we’re not lost or anything.”

But before he had even finished his statement, Theo had a feeling he knew why Jaybird was calling him. In the background, he could faintly hear the distinct sounds of Summer and Aiden arguing.

“Hey Theo!” Jaybird chirped, sounding like he was just barely suppressing a laugh.

Theo let out a long sigh and pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose, waving off Brian’s concerned look. “Tell Summer I don’t give a fuck what they’re arguing about, if she gets into an accident because she wasn’t paying attention, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Jaybird laughed, the sound growing fainter. “Hey Sum,” he said. “Theo says pay attention to the road.”

“I am paying attention!” Theo faintly heard Summer say. “Ask him already!”

Theo sighed again. Somehow, he wasn’t at all surprised. Before Jaybird could speak, he pulled the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker. Brian gave him another questioning look. Theo waved him off. Hopefully, Jaybird would explain what the fuck was going on in the other car, and soon.

“Okay, so,” Jaybird laughed, his voice becoming clearer again. “The argument du jour is: Best starter type. Aid says fire, Summer says water.”

“And you couldn’t be the tiebreaker why?” Theo asked dryly.

“Electric,” Jaybird answered.

“Oh, so you’re a hacker,” Theo said dryly.

“Bold accusations from somebody ending up at the same destination as me.”

“Bold words coming from somebody with a sprained ankle,” Theo retorted. Jaybird snorted. “Anyways,” Theo continued, “sorry to disappoint, but I can’t be a tiebreaker.”

“Oh no,” Jaybird groaned.

In the background, Theo heard Aiden yell, “I told you so!”

“Best starter type is obviously grass,” Theo said smugly.

“Damnit.”

“But,” Theo said, drawing the word out, “we do have one more person to decide for us.” Theo looked at Brian expectantly, raising an eyebrow. The other car fell silent, waiting for Brian to speak.

Brian glanced over at Theo, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What the fuck are you all talking about?” he asked.

There was a moment of silence, then Theo lunged to mute the call as one or maybe all three of them in the other car started yelling. After all, Theo had long since decided if he was going to lose his hearing, it was going to be because of a concert, not because of one of his dumbass bandmates yelling.

Once their hearing had been mostly saved, Theo turned back to Brian. “You have no idea what we’re talking about?” he asked.

“Should I?” Brian retorted.

“Pokémon?” Theo tried.

Brian shook his head. “Sounds familiar, but I have no idea what the fuck that is.”

If it were anybody else, Theo would ask if they had been living under a rock for the past few decades. Unfortunately, it was Brian, and Theo already knew Brian’s knowledge of any sort of pop culture was equivalent to that of somebody living under a rock for the past few decades. Really, he shouldn’t be so surprised by this revelation.

“You doing anything Friday night?”

Brian gave him an askance look at the sudden change of topic, but answered easily enough. “I think you already know my plans.”

“Mind putting them on hold for me?”

“What are you planning?”

“I’ll buy you dinner.”

Theo could see Brian wavering at the promise of free food. “Against my better judgement,” he finally said, “knowing your scheming ass, fine.”

“Sweet.” Theo risked unmuting his phone again. The yelling had died down, or maybe Jaybird had just taken his own phone off speaker. “Y’all still alive over there?”

“For now,” came Jaybird’s answer. “Not sure what the status will be when we get to my place though.”

Theo snorted. “Tell them to put a pin in the argument for now. I’ll get a proper tiebreaker out of Bri eventually.”

“What the fuck did I agree to?” Brian asked.

“No take backs.” Theo smirked at him.

Brian groaned. “Dammit hedgehog.”

#writing #in which i write #snippets #band au #and this is how theo and brian end up having friday night pokemon nights #and brian naming so many pokemon after theo bc he's a sappy nerd lol

[taliaquinn]

Why Me!? Chapter 13

s-“Wait a minute. You guys have an almost-deathiversary?” Marinette asked slightly puzzled.

Dick took Marinette to see Jason on his “almost-Deathiversary”. Jason was kidnapped and nearly killed by the Joker when he was younger but they had to stage his death to deter any further attempts on his life.

“Yup, Jason is not in the happiest person on this day for obvious reasons, right now he’s probably somewhere in Gotham getting Drunk” Dick replied, “I'll go look for him later of course but right now I’m here to drop off food from Alfred and your sweets” Dick was most likely gonna spend tonight hunting for a drunk Redhood. What he didn’t tell Marinette was that he was also going to leave a note for him.

“Don't make eye-contact with anyone and stick close, I’ll keep ya safe” 

Safe!? She was currently standing outside an old run-down apartment building in Crime Alley. Everything around her looked dark and scary. The people were constantly scurrying around. Heck, even the rats look sleazy. She's pretty sure she saw a mugging a few blocks back. 

Was the boarding school alternative still available?

Some people just flat out stopped and stared at them. Marinette and Dick did their best trying to dress normal-ish. Unfortunately, that was sort of difficult to do when you're the son and daughter of a billionaire and you're a fashion designer. 

However, they stuck it through since they’ve been itching to check up on him since he hadn’t been around the manor in two weeks. What Marinette didn’t realize that Red Hood was in the Batcave last night nursing a few bruises. 

She caught one guy staring at them for one second too long she inched closer to Dick. Dick quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulder while glaring at the guy. Hey, you can never be too safe. All of the Wayne kids have been kidnapped at least once before. Maybe that explains why Marinette gets constantly targeted by akumas? Scratch that, it’s probably just her luck working against her. 

Speaking of Luck, Tikki demanded to stay behind with the rest of the Kwamis. They claimed to have some shows to catch up on. Marinette left them in her enormous closet with her new tablet and some food. 

Her parents had left to go back to Paris yesterday, of course, there were tears and of course, most of them were from her dad. Dick was sniffling in the background “What I’m a sucker for family moments, bite me” Marinette already missed them but luckily technology existed. 

Her parents were going to send Bruce her transcripts so she could enroll in a school in Gotham. Marinette was regretting agreeing to it. She’s going to be the new girl halfway through the year, bleugh. She tried advocating for homeschooling but she was overruled by all three parents. Apparently, she needed “human-interaction”, pfffttt.

Dick quickly opened the apartment building door to let Marinette in. They went to the highest floor. Once they were in front of Jason's apartment door, Dick was able to quickly pick the lock and disable the security. Marinette placed her platter of baked sweets on the counter while Dick went over to the fridge to restock, taking a glance to make sure Marinette wasn’t watching he slipped in a scotch, the good scotch along with his note. He had to steal that from Bruce's alcohol cabinet. The man has so many kids he needs to drink every now and then.

Marinette thought Jason's apartment looked nice. Which was confusing since the outside looked like a mess. 

“Come on Maribug let's get out before we’re caught by a pissed off grouch” Dick knew that he wouldn’t come home for a few more minutes but he wanted to keep Marinette from exploring and noticing a few interesting things. “We gotta go shopping!!!” 

At that Marinette immediately bolted out. It’s been a few days since she's gotten her hands on a sewing machine or new fabric. Most of the Fabric she brought with her is gonna end up being used on a new dress for Bruces “Girlfriend’ Selina Kyle.  

Her commissions were stacking up and she had ended up filling up her current sketchbook. Hawkmoth has been behaving himself so she hasn't had a good excuse to teleport to Paris and pick up a few of her supplies. Which sucks. Seriously, the one time she needed an Akuma and Hawkmoth decides to be decent. 

She jumped into Dick's car parked a few blocks away in a garage. Dick slides in and off they went to the mall. Marinette couldn’t wait!!! She was gonna be surrounded by fabrics and they’re gonna eat at a cafe with Tim afterward to actually make sure the Dude actually eats.

Marinette took her sketchbook and quickly started flipping through and checking what designs she wanted to create. She jotted down what materials she’s gonna need. 

Dicks’ phone suddenly started blaring to girls just wanna have fun. Uh-oh, it's Jason. Quickly he put it on speaker

“Yello, Cute one speaking”

“YOU FRIGGIN TRESPASSER!!!”

“Hiya Jaybird, Ya like your gifts?”

“Tell Mari thanks for the sweets, she's a gift to humanity YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, CAN GO FU-” Marinette decided that this was the perfect time to intervene.

“Hi Jay!” she chirped.

“UGGER OFF, Hi Mari, your sweets were great!? I can wait to eat all 20 of these macaroons” he said softly. Jason was pretty sure that Marinette was the most sweetest child in the world. And that she must be defended at all costs. Plus it was nice to have a civilian sibling for once.

20!! Marinette knows for sure she made 22, she quickly gave a glare at Dick, who was focusing a bit too intently on the road in front of him. The nerve. 

College Francis Dupont                                                                              Paris, France                                                                                                11:00 am

All of the kids in Francis Dupont were happily eating their lunch in the courtyard. Unfortunately that happiness was soon going to come to an end. Alya was standing up and was busy trying to get everyone's attention, most of the students were ignoring her. 

Once Alya felt that she had the necessary attention she started “HELLOOO everyone, As you all know a spot for the planning committee for the spring dance was suddenly uh vacated,” At that, a lot of people turned to glare at Alya, they all knew good and well that she was the reason why Marinette had to drop out of the planning committee. “which is why I want to recommend that we move ahead without them and ensure that this dance is awesome” Alya finished. 

The only reason she was making this announcement was because Alya realized that any plans they had written up back when Marinette was on the committee were suddenly missing. She needed the rest of the committee to get those plans back. Marinette's original plans had Jagged Stone as a guest performer. The Grand Hotel catering for food and desserts being given by her parents bakery. None of those things can happen without Marinette. And Alya does not want to beg her. 

Chloe Bourgeois wanted revenge. Chloe along with Kagami and Aurores made sure to get rid of all the previous dance plans. She couldn’t possibly let Rossi and Cesaire get away with what they did to Marinette. She wants to watch them flounder. It would be unfair to make the whole school suffer, so they were going to help a bit with the planning for the school dance. But everything else she’s going to make life difficult for Bustiers class. They can say adios to their fun field trips.

Chloe, Kagami, and Aurore stayed up all night plotting their revenge, unfortunately, they had to wait a few weeks to set their plans into motion. Marinette won’t know about anything only until they figure out what she can do to get her revenge. 

They're going to call her tomorrow to give her status updates. Revenge is going to be sweet.

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A/N:

Ha sorry i’m a bit late “celebrating” Jason's’ Deathaversary >.< Also I forgot to announce that I have uploaded my first chapter in my one-shot series. I am creating a seperate tag list for that series :). Stay safe and healthy my peeps :)

#miraculous ladybug #mlb au #maribat #batfam #Marinette deserves better #Damian Wayne #dick grayson #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #bruce wayne #class salt

[shirleywritesonthemoon]

A CACOPHONY OF CHIRPS;

The next day was Saturday, so nobody was up at 8:00 AM but Jay. He yawned as he poured a generous amount of milk into his cheerios. Taking his bowl over to the living room, he saw that his step-mom had moved his father to their bedroom. It was now 8:10 AM, so Jay cleaned the living room. His bird program began at 8:30, so he had time to throw out the bottles and fold the blankets. There were three bottles in the room that Jay had to squeeze into the trashcan, but he managed to fit them. The blankets that were thrown around the room were almost twice as tall as the young boy, but he folded them to the best of his ability. Mary tip-toed down the stairs. 

“Hey dweeb,” Mary mumbled, rubbing her eyes. Jay placed the folded blankets in the basket. 

“Hi Mary,” he cheerfully greeted, wrapping his tiny arms around her skinny waist. She smiled a bit and ruffled his bird’s nest hair. 

“My bird show is starting soon,” he began, looking up at her, “do you wanna watch it with me?” 

His older sister's smile widened, “Of course.” Jay cheered, clapping his hands together, and darted to the kitchen to make Mary a bowl of cereal. She yawned, and sauntered over to him. 

“After the show how about I make us some pancakes?” she asked, shaking the pancake mix. 

Her little brother whooped, “Double breakfast?” 

“Heck yeah,” the blonde grinned. 

The two sat down in front of the boxy television and started watching the show about birds. Jay informed Mary of many other facts about blue jays that weren’t said in the show, and she listened intently. After the show, which was about forty-five minutes, Mary started the stove up. 

“Do you want chocolate chips in the pancakes, Jaybird?” She questioned, calling him by her favorite cheesy nickname. Jay got embarrassed by it in public, but giggled in private. Mary wished her little brother wasn’t as embarrassed of her. I’m such a hypocrite. She knew it was because she was dismissive of him in front of Kathy and Amber. 

“Yes!” he answered, jumping up and down next to her. The pancakes smelled delicious, and Jay devoured 9 large ones before Mary stopped him so she could have some. A silence stretched between the two, but it wasn’t awkward like it was at dinner. 

“Mary, why does dad touch me?” Jay asked, looking at her with his  large brown doe eyes. She froze. She wasn’t confused, she knew exactly what he was asking. How do I tell an eight-year-old that his father is a s**t human being? Think Mary, think! She inhaled sharply and put her fork down. 

“Dad confuses you for your mother sometimes,” she started, shifting in her chair, “and he starts treating you like her.” 

Jay furrowed his dark brows and cocked his head, “Doesn’t he know that mama died?” 

“Yes,” Mary mused, dragging out the word, “but when he’s really sick at night he gets confused.” Please don’t make me explain it. Jay, I love you, but please don’t make me explain this to you. As if the universe had answered her pleading, he shrugged and gobbled the scraps of pancake. 

It was now 2:00 PM, and Jennifer and Peter were still (passed out drunk) sleeping. Jay and Mary worked on a one thousand piece puzzle, Jay made the outside while Mary focused on the interior. They had been working on it since 10 AM, and about a third had been completed. On the box an image of hyper-realitic savanna animals layed happily under a tree. Mary remembered the day Jay received the puzzle from Peter. Jay smiled at the puzzle, but she knew he was a bit disappointed it wasn’t about birds. 

#1980s #writing #creative writing #writing project #original piece #please read #please reblog #supernatural #Mystery #thriller #suspense #What a cute little boy #Surely nothing bad will happen to him

[jaybirds-chirps]

okay but does your gay show have a freaky dream-sequence-looking foursome sex scene between the two endgame couples but not in the way you'd think? no?? then they aren't pining right

#the worst part is that they are literally 50/60 miles apart while this is happening #like the foursome is happening but its not actually happening #you get me? #and all of us fans went: g a y #and we were right #hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #jaybird chirps