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imagineandimagine · 1 year
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Satisfy Your Taste chapter 4
Pairing: You x Alfie Solomons
Warning: A bunch of inuendoes. ;)
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You stood up clumsily when you saw Tommy approaching the two of you, you almost tripped over something but Tommy moved quickly and grabbed you by the arm to prevent you from falling.
The expression on Tommy’s face was grim, “We have unfinished business, but let’s discuss that another time.” Tommy looked Alfie over “Perhaps you should cool off first Mr Solomons. Neither of you seem to be in an appropriate state to discuss such matters.” He added mockingly.
Alfie couldn’t exactly stand up without proving Tommy right, “Soon.” He said with a nod.
Tommy gestured for you to follow him,“Y/N.” he said as he gently pushed you forward, still holding onto your arm.
You looked back to give Alfie a reassuring smile, Alfie tried to hide his irritation by smiling back at you.
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You sat in Tommy’s car, embarrassed about being caught in such a compromising position but you also felt like Tommy was overreacting. You tried to explain that it was all a joke and you were getting back at him for before.
Tommy did not say a word during the entire car ride as he white knuckled the steering wheel.
When you finally arrived at your destination, you realized that Tommy had brought you to his house.
You crossed your arms over your chest when Tommy opened the door for you. “Take me home.” You huffed.
Tommy was having none of your attitude, without a single word, he picked you up bridal style and carried you inside his house.
You screamed and kicked, but it was all in vain, “Hey! You can’t do this! This is kidnapping!” you screamed causing some of the servants to run and see what was going on.
With a whistle and a single jerk of his head Tommy signaled for everyone not to interfere.
You continued to scream your head off as he carried you upstairs .
He dropped you onto the bed in one of the guest rooms. “Get some rest.” he said coldly.
The entire situation was over the top, your head was pounding and you were loopy from all the alcohol. There were many things you wanted to say to Tommy but in your state all you managed to blurt out was, “Why are you doing this?”
Tommy stopped with his hand on the door handle, “I’m keeping an eye on you, so you don’t do anything stupid.” He said before he shut the door behind him.
At that point, you were too tired and too drunk to make any attempts at an escape, so you staggered towards the bathroom to get ready for the night.
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The next day you woke up with a killer headache.
You walked downstairs to get yourself a glass of water but when you passed Tommy’s office you heard shouting and another voice…Alfie.
More shouting.
Despite your splitting headache you decided to enter the office to see what was going on. The moment you walked in you saw Tommy and Alfie pointing their guns at each other.
The two men noticed you come in but that did not make them put their guns away.
You looked back and forth at the two of them, “What is going on? Put the guns down.”
But neither of them moved.
You had no other choice, so you stood between them.
Tommy clenched his jaw, “Step aside y/n.”
You gave Tommy a tired look, “Please, it’s too early in the morning for this.” you said trying to deescalate the situation.
Alfie spoke up, “Let’s not do this in front of her.”
Tommy was silent for a moment, “I agree.” he said with defeat in his voice.
The two men slowly put their guns down.
Tommy put his gun back in the drawer and looked up at Alfie, “You should go.”
Alfie tipped his hat but as he did, he discreetly winked at you before he walked out.
You smiled at him, keeping your back to Tommy so he wouldn’t notice.
The moment Alfie was outside, Tommy spoke up. “Are you keeping something from me?”
You forced yourself not to smirk at the question as you turned around to face him with a serious expression on your face “Please don’t start.”
Tommy lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair,“You’re avoiding the question. So that’s a ‘yes’ “
“It’s nothing that concerns you or the business” you tried to make a save but it wasn’t very successful.
Tommy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Y/N…we really need to have a talk about what has been going on with you and Alfie, but right now I need you ready for another business meeting with Luca.”
You scrunched your nose “That guy?! Again? Why do you insist on doing business with him? He is just so… so…” you were trying to think of a more polite term for the word ‘creepy’.
Tommy let out another heavy sigh, “ I’m sorry it’s so out of the blue but I literally got the call an hour ago and then Alfie suddenly arrived...it doesn’t matter. Just get yourself ready. He’ll be here soon.”
You cursed under your breath as you turned around to run upstairs.
Tommy called out to you before you made it to the door, “Oh, and Y/N….”
You looked back at Tommy who seemed to be smirking at you, ”Yes?”
“Don’t fall in love with this one too.” He teased.
A moment later he had to duck in order to dodge the shoe you threw at him.
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You tried not to look tense but every meeting with Luca was a stressful one. He was being difficult per usual, bargaining over every little thing, always insisting on having the next meeting in some restaurant or changing the subject to some mundane things like, ”Do you find tall men attractive Miss y/n?” or commenting on your shoes and that you had “Such pretty feet.”  Constantly blowing smoke in your face as he spoke. It was as if he wasn’t there to do business at all, it was like he was only having these meetings to annoy the both of you and waste your time.
After two hours of this, you just couldn’t take it anymore, you needed a breather so you excused yourself to get everyone a cup of coffee.
When you asked Luka what kind of coffee he liked, he answered with, “Oh…I’ll have the same thing you’re having my sweet.” He said as he licked his upper lip.
It took a lot of willpower not to cringe in his face.
When you were out of earshot Luca leaned in towards Tommy, “Regarding what I said last time. My offer still stands.” He gave Tommy a knowing look.
Tommy extinguished his cigarette, “And my answer still stands. Not interested.”
Luca wasn’t giving up that easily, “Maybe you should ask her.”
“I don’t think that would be appropriate.” Tommy answered through gritted teeth.
Luca smiled mischievously, “Then maybe I should ask her.”
Tommy looked at Luca with disgust, “I’m pretty sure her answer to that question would be a lot more violent than mine.”
“So what you’re saying is… she’s a feisty one. I like women like that. Makes it more challenging,“ he chuckled “Oh, come on…are you sure you can’t arrange a private meeting with Miss y/n…”
Tommy cut in, “I already told you…”
That’s when you entered the room, carrying a tray with steaming cups of coffee but before you even put the tray down Tommy spoke up, “Mr Changretta was just leaving.” At those words Tommy’s men straightened their posture and casually rested their hands on their firearms.
Luca did not seemed too phased by this, “I would greatly appreciate it if you reconsidered my proposal Mr Shelby. In fact, I insist that you do.” He said putting on his coat.
Tommy simply answered with a stern “Good-bye, Mr Changretta.”
“Miss y/n. I hope to see you very soon.” Luca tipped his hat and exited with his men.
You sat down across from Tommy, “That sounded ominous.” you said grabbing a cup.
Tommy had a grim expression on his face, “Changretta wanted to take you to some soiree tomorrow. Considering your general attitude towards him and the fact that I wouldn’t be able to protect you in case anything went awry, I decided to tell him that you were not interested in his proposition.”
You quickly sat the cup back on the table so you wouldn’t drop it, as the colour drained from your face, “A Soiree… Tomorrow?”
Tommy noticed that something wasn’t right, “Was I wrong? Did you actually want to go with him?” he arched his brow.
“No! Of course not! Don’t be silly.” you appeared calm, but internally you were screaming.
Tommy wanted to push the subject further but in the end he decided not to, mainly because he was feeling guilty. He tried to convince himself that he was protecting you. The truth was that what Chagretta wanted a lot more than just a little outing to a soiree, and Tommy knew that it wasn’t something you were willing to give. Tommy was starting to reconsider whether concealing the entire truth was the right thing to do.
The both of you sat there in silence, nursing the cups of coffee that were quickly getting cold.
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Author's note: This chapter was quite short, but in order to keep my sanity intact I really needed to post something today. There definitely wasn't enough Alfie, so I promise to make it up to you guys in the next chapter. ;) All I can say is: Alfie really misses you. Who knows if he'll be able to contain himself when he sees you again.
Feedback is always greatly appreciated. :)
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lunamugetsu · 4 months
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Delivery!
Flash was currently being held captive in a black of ice. How he got like this he wasn't sure. All he remembered was that he was running across Central City keeping the peace until suddenly an ice beam shot out of nowhere and froze his feat to the ground.... and the rest of him.
"Alright you got me! Show your face!"
"Well I was going to regardless. No need to yell." Out pops Danny Phantom carrying a bag with him and holding out an envelope.
"What? Who are you?"
"My name's Phantom. Danny Phantom. I have a message for you. I couldn't get your attention earlier so I thought this was just the next best way to get you to stop." Danny said as he unfreezes the speedster.
"Uh, okay." Flash said as Danny gives him an envelope.
On the envelope there are drawing in crayon and stickers and in marker it says: to Flash.
"It's from Susie, she'd said you'd remember her."
He remembered a Susie, a little girl that he used to see in the children's hospital. She had leukemia. He spent any minute he could making sure the kid was smiling when he was there. He was heartbroken when the nurses told him that she had passed away before he could give her her birthday present. Flash examined the crayon written words, it was just like Susie's writing.
"How did you?"
"Just read it."
The letter reads:
Dear Flash,
I'm sorry, I wasn't there when you showed up for my birthday. I never got to tell you, but thank you for being at the hospital with me when I was scared of going to treatment or when I had to take my medicine. Thank you for making me smile even when I didn't feel well. Thank you for playing games with me when I couldn't go outside. Thank you for talking to my mom and dad at my funeral. That was really nice. I drew some pictures for you but I never got to finish them when I was in the hospital so I drew you some new ones. Danny says that he'll give them to you.
In the envelope was a series of different colored papers all with different crayon and marker drawings of Susie and him playing in different scenarios. One where she was a doctor and he played the injured patient. One where they were both superheroes. Another one where they were playing shadow puppets when she wasn't feeling well. Page after page were different drawings of them playing with the last one was covered in glitter with a big heart with a crayon drawing of him and Susie.
"Susie said that her biggest regret was that she couldn't say thank you to her hero before she passed. So I bumped her up on my delivery list."
"What?"
"Oh yeah, I never fully introduced myself. I'm Danny Phantom, you can call me Danny. I'm the designated delivery person for the afterlife to the living realm. Any messages or special requests from the dead are delivered by me!" Danny hands him a business card all official.
And it does say: Danny Phantom special delivery service for those of the non-living variety!
"She also said she wanted to give you one last hug before moving on."
"What do you?" Flash is halted from saying anything else as he feels a pressure against his legs. He looks down to see a translucent small figure. She was a picture of what she looked like before the chemo. Susie gives him a smile and a hug before fading before his eyes.
Before Danny officially takes up the mantle of Ghost King he's trying to do a job that would have him interact with all of his citizens first so he could get a feel of it. Hence him making connections with both the living and non-living people (he went big-brain for this idea)
Extra scene:
"Oh that reminds me, I have a card for you from someone else."
"A card?" Flash opens the card only to get sucker-punched in the face. (like one of those cartoon boxing glove punches)
"A punch card." Danny said
Flash groans as he looks at the card that has the words: STOP MESSING WITH TIME! from CW
Obligatory Gotham Scene:
Danny standing in front of a beaten up Joker that has been tied to a chair.
"Just so you know I have a back order of a lot special requests for you. And since I can't exactly kill you, that would create so much political tape. I can let them make requests for certain actions. So right now I have over 50 requests for me to break your legs and over 30 to pull out your teeth and break your jaw. Some of them contradict each other because they want to make every word you say hurt you but others want me to curse you so you can't speak again. So I'll just have to get creative." Danny says winding his arm back and form.
He is for sure being completely professional about, he gets no personal gratification from beating up a crazy clown at all. (said nobody ever)
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bruciemilf · 2 years
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It's " Harley's DEFINETLY a honorary batfam member" hourssss
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moider-time · 1 year
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Y'know what I want? I want sick Bruce Wayne.
I want a Bruce that babies his kids when they're sick. He goes all out. 6'4 muscle-bound Jason Todd is getting tucked into bed with a kiss on the forehead to check his temperature and whines if Bruce forgets.
As good as his memory is, Bruce can't exactly remember what Thomas and Martha used to do when he was sick. They had a routine but the intricacies of it constantly escape him. As little as that may be, it does pang every now and again that he's forgetting them, forgetting how they loved him. He doesn't want that for any of his kids.
So he babies them, treats them like the little kids he knows they aren't and rarely if ever got to be. He deals with any vomit, tears or just general irritation that comes with being sick. It gets to point where when the kids are sick and Bruce isn't home, they can barely function.
Dick: THIS IS IT- THIS IS THE END
Wally: dude you just have a cold?
Dick: JUST A- JUST A COLD?!? WALLY, ARE YOU INSANE?? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MANAGE WITHOUT MY HOT CHOCOLATE AND HOME MADE BUNNY MARSHMALLOWS??!?
Wally: ok one, bunny marshmallows? adorable. and two, i've seen you walk off a fractured collarbone, two bruised ribs and a twisted ankle???
Dick: ....yeah but the marshmallows
Wally:
But Bruce? Oh when Bruce is sick, he powers through. But when he's so sick he considers himself a liability, he curls up in a small, dark room like a pregnant cat. It's practically instinct for him – when he's compromised like that, he needs to be in a place that he's knows is safe.
Very Sick Bruce also goes into Mama Bear Mode. He wants his kids in his sight at all times or he's practically inconsolable. If they're not with him, then they might be in danger, anything could happen – how can he protect them if they're not there? Just anxiety out of the wazoo.
I can see him trying to drag his 7 kids into one room so he can keep an eye on his babies.
Damian: baba we cannot all possibly fit-
Cass: -we will
Damian:
Damian: who's going first?
The kids do make things more comfortable. Fluffing his pillows, getting him tea and making sure he has his stuffies. Bruce appreciates it but he just says that all he needs are his kids. That always has them sobbing.
(happy holidays to my cold twin @bruciemilf i was inspired by our mutual sickness lol)
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Danny thinks he's done a wonderful job all things considered. His city is safe, no one has died yet, no major injuries, Vlad had screwed off after Danny beat him within an inch of his afterlife (Danny learned that Vlad was a revenant abusing dirty ectoplasm for powers-not a halfa), ect.
Most of his rogues gallery also stopped bothering him once it became clear he was having trouble keeping his increased power in check and was trying hard not to hurt them. Unfortunately there was one who refused to leave him alone. A warrior princess was demanding his hand in marriage as she needed to be married by the summer solstice of next year or the throne would be passed down to her younger sister, who was already married.
It didn't matter how many times he said no, she kept coming back and challenging him for his hand. Each time she came back stronger and with new tactics and weapons to try. He was starting to fear she might actually win one day. That day might be sooner rather than later as her latest scheme was cutting it close.
Deciding that 1. Amity didn't need him anymore if he closed the portals 2. He was probably going to have to leave anyway if he loses and 3. He didn't have a future in this world as Fenton anymore he leads her on a wild goose chase back into the GZ and causes the portals to collapse in on themselves. The princess laughs, thinking he had given up. But no.
Danny put a curse on himself to turn him into a bat for the next year or so, a full month longer than the princess had left to find a spouse. She screams. Appearently she had a phobia of bats, who knew? Anyway he was left alone to fly through the Infinite Realms and find a new home.
He found a new world easily thanks to the natural portals of the IR and crossed though. Immediately being pelted on all sides by freezing cold rain was not what he expected but its what he got as he flew over a sign that proclaimed the city beneath him was called Gotham. The little glowing white bat flew through the night for hours before seeing a fruit bowl laying innocently on a kitchen counter through a window. Whats more it was in some giant manor so the occupants probably wouldn't mind if he ate an orange or two.
Right?
Needless to say a kid around the age of 11 or twelve walked in on him clutching an apple like his life depended on it while furiously munching. The kid looked...excited? He started going on about names and what he would need to care for him. Danny wasn't really listening, he didn't realize how hungry he had been until he started eating. He waited until the kid had looked away to turn himself and his apple invisible. This bothered the kid who looked suspicious but went to look for "the bat" anyway.
Later, while Danny was taking a shower in the kitchen sink to wash off the remains of his meal (I headcanon that Danny is a bit of a neat-freak) some other guy walked in holding an empty coffee mug and wearing eyebags that would put a raccoon to shame. They just stared at eachother for a solid few seconds before Danny started squeeking in rage and covering himself with the washcloth he was using to scrub himself clean. It looked like something out of a cartoon. Tim thought he was hallucinating but why would he hallucinate a glowing white bat with hearts all around it (that part isn't real) taking a shower in the kitchen sink. Was his subconscious trying to tell him something??
The next victim person to spot him was Duke who just stood in his doorway as this glowing white bat rolled an orange down the hallway. He decided this was a problem for the night crew and went to tell them.
Alfred saw a small shock of white fur and heard squeeking. His first thought was 'rat' and he didn't even hesitate. Danny dodged 3 bullets and got the hell out of the kitchen.
The batfam are debating on whether this was a shifter or an meta animal that was experimented on.
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kaiyaamin · 3 months
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Stuff the Bat family has said...Part 2
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Bruce: I don't understand how one person could be so gorgeous.
Batmom: well living with it every day, I tell you, It's not easy!!
Bruce: You live with them???
Batmom: I live being gorgeous
Bruce: WOOSH!! *feels the fast breeze above my head as I am obviously a moron*
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Alfred: What do you kids get high on?
Dick: life
Jason: Drugs
Tim: Caffeine
Damian: Eating McDonald's breakfast in the parking lot at 1 in the morning.
Batmom: That part in Shrek 2 when the fairy godmother sings " I need a hero".
Bruce: My family *sighs*
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Dick: are you sleeping?
Damian: No I am training to die!
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Jason: you can't make everyone like you. Your not Dickhead.
Tim: What? not everyone likes Dick.
Jason: what? who does not like Dick?
Tim: Um-
Jason: Names, Tim. I need names.
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hypewinter · 11 months
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After Danny exposed Vlad and his corrupt dealings, the older halfa got the last laugh by getting his blacklists from all engineering jobs. Desperate for a job Danny ends up applying for a personal assistant position and he actually gets it. It only takes him a week to see how detached Bruce Wayne is from his own company. AND he has his 16 year old son running it as CEO!? No way is he letting that slide.
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randomer4567 · 4 months
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Run (Alpha Damian x Omega Reader)
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Summary: You ran away from your alpha, years later he and his family tracked you down.
You despised the galas that Bruce would incessantly throw, primarily because of the other Omegas in attendance. They were nothing more than spoiled brats from wealthy backgrounds. In contrast, you hailed from a low-class family and had to fight tooth and nail to rise to the top. Eventually, you managed to secure a job at Wayne Industries, where you crossed paths with Damian Wayne. What intrigued you about him was his scent, a rarity since you rarely found yourself drawn to the scents of other Alphas, save for your dam and your older sister, who was also an Alpha.
Damian stood apart from the rest, as he seemed disinterested in the typical Alpha behavior of seeking out a harem of omegas.
You didn't actively pursue him, but to your surprise, he took the initiative and asked you out on a date. Initially, you almost canceled because you lacked a suitable fancy dress. However, Damian came through and sent you a dress and heels to wear. The two of you hit it off, leading to him asking you out again. This time, you had a wonderful time together. Love blossomed between you, and soon enough, Damian's rut coincided with your heat.
You decided to spend this intimate time at your place since Damian preferred not to be around his brothers and father during his rut, fearing he might go feral. That's how the two of you officially became a couple. In the beginning, Damian was sweet, treating you with gentleness, care, and respect. He showered you with attention, making you feel special and safe. He seemed to have a deep understanding of you. However, over time, he grew distant, concealing your mating mark in public and distancing himself from you. Your inner omega blamed itself, leading you to make the difficult decision to leave.
You concocted a plan to convince Damian that you were unwell. Convincing Alfred proved to be challenging, so you simply informed him that you were going through a rough week and desired some solitude. With Alfred being an omega himself, he understood your need for privacy and even aided in making it appear as though you were coming down with a cold. And now, you found yourself packing your belongings into a bag, including essential clothing, toiletries, scent blockers, enough food for several days, your cellphone, and laptop for communication with work (having transitioned to freelancing), a small first-aid kit for minor injuries, and a few books for entertainment during your journey. You had meticulously planned everything and were ready to go.
"Omega," Damian's voice called out, causing you to freeze. You mentally cursed yourself, and he approached, peering into your bag. "Are we going somewhere?" he asked, though the look on your face made him rephrase his question. "You're going somewhere," he stated, this time without a hint of uncertainty. You desperately searched for a way to lie or at least avoid getting into trouble.
"Something came up with my sister," you replied, avoiding his gaze, although his mesmerizing green eyes captivated you. Damian raised an eyebrow and remarked, "And you faked being sick just to visit your sister?" Your heart raced as you tried to think of a response. You knew you had to come up with something soon. Taking a deep breath, you attempted to explain.
"Yes, I needed to see her. She hasn't been doing well lately," you quickly added, "I just wanted to make sure she was alright." Damian regarded you with a suspicious expression, and you could tell he wasn't entirely convinced.
He nodded slowly and said, "Alright." Damian walked away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Sighing, you glanced out the window, feeling a sense of relief. You knew Damian would keep an eye on you. You slung your bag over your shoulder, opened the window, and cursed silently. Why did Damian have to choose a bedroom on the third floor? Fortunately, the presence of vines provided a stroke of luck. You grabbed onto them and climbed down.You fled the Wayne property, having purchased a one-way ticket to Gotham months before, before you had met Damian.
You applied scent blockers before boarding the plane. Your laptop was turned off, and your phone was set to airplane mode.Years passed, and you built a new life for yourself. Adopting an alias in your freelancing work, you altered your appearance slightly. While you didn't have a new mate, you lived with your beta cousin, who willingly helped conceal your omega scent. Despite occasional bouts of loneliness, you found contentment in your new existence. That is, until the day you unexpectedly encountered someone you never thought you would see again—Tim Drake.
You pretended not to notice him, grateful for the scarf you had borrowed from your cousin. By a strange twist of fate, you ended up in the same grocery line. Tim attempted to engage in small talk, questioning how you had been, why you left without a word, and urging you to call Damian as he had been searching for you. Feeling a surge of anxiety, you swiftly made your escape, driving a few blocks away before abandoning the car to avoid any potential tracking. With groceries in hand, you approached your cousin's home, only to be confronted by a startling sight—Red Hood and Damian holding your cousin at gunpoint.
To be continued...
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batmanlovesnirvana · 15 days
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Nah, because everyone says that Damian speaks Arabic. LIKE, OF COURSE, BUT WHICH DIALECT THOUGH? Lebanese? Palestinian? Yemeni? Saudi? Or perhaps the league has its own accent and dialect? Does he understand the different North African dialects???
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to-the-stars8 · 2 months
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Learning to Love Slowly
Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3
66- Nepo Babies and Little Thoughts of Getting Old
“Are you technically a nepo baby?” You asked, looking up from your phone. 
Jason didn’t look at you right away, eyes training in on his book even harder than before as he tried to link the idea of what you said to his situation. It wasn’t until a minute later that he stopped thinking to look at you. 
“Explain,” Was all he could say. 
You explained, “Well, your dad is a big-time vigilante, and he trained you. Now, you use some of his connections and a lot of his techniques—”
“No. No, I’m not even entertaining that anymore.” Jason closed his book and let it fall onto his lap. He looked at you, seeming so hurt by your words. “That’s so offensive.”
You began to laugh and opened your arms to drag him onto you. “Awe, baby! I’m sorry.” He dove head first into your arms, hiding his face in the nape of your neck as you peppered kisses into his hair, and mumbled about how much that what you said hurt him. Of course, you knew he was joking, but played into his want of comfort and affection. 
“You’re the best vigilante in all of Gotham,” You said. “Batman’s been copying you.” Jason’s laugh tickled your neck, and he held you tighter. Having him hold you so tight was one of the guilty pleasures in life that you could never forgo. You did the same to him, squeezing him close to you so that he might never slip away. 
You hoped it would be this way for years and years until there was gray in his hair and you couldn’t remember the days. What a happy life you could live with him, you thought. The picture was so clear in your mind, the days together turning from hundreds to thousands as you watched him get older and more beautiful. Laugh lines, gray hair, joint pain, and blurring eyes—All of it you could live with if it were with him. 
Jason laughed again and you were brought back to the present. Looking down at him, you blushed. You never thought you’d seen a more perfect person before. 
“Okay, I forgive you,” He said playfully, moving himself up to look at you.
You smiled, reaching up to push some of his hair out of his face. “Thank goodness, I was worried there for a moment.”
Jason kissed you sweetly before laying his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. You wondered if this was the knowing that people talked about. The kind of knowing of when someone was it, that they were the one you’d been waiting and craving for. You liked the thought of it being Jason, because, nepo baby or not, it just felt like he was it. 
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imagineandimagine · 2 years
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Update: So the imagine has turned into a oneshot because I got way into it as I was writing and the “imagine” turned into something else entirely. BUT! Since I promised to post an Imagine tonight, here is the original idea for it:
Imagine that Bruce is trying to find you or Alfred as he walks around the mansion like a big dummy because he can’t find clean socks that will go with his Batsuit. Meanwhile... You and Alfred are having sex in the Batmobile. 
So stay tuned for a oneshot!!!
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renonv · 7 months
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Been meaning to draw them as Barbie and Ken 😭💖
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8bit-mau5 · 1 month
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One-hour experimental comm i finished in January! This is my first time drawing a marvel villain and my big-men loving self was overjoyed to get to draw one of my fave depictions of Doc Ock ever, tied with Spiderverse's Liv 💚
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bruciemilf · 9 months
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"Alfred is way too chill with what Bruce is doing" my good bitch it's probably because Thomas and Martha were 10x worse. Bruce is like a sundae ice cream compared to those two
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what-thisiscrazzzy · 28 days
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The difference in canon vs fanon Tim is insane but have you also considered the difference in how Tim Drake is perceived within canon?
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Halloween prompts year 2 day 28
Thomas stared down at Bruce-no- Danny as he led him by the hand toward what he had dubbed as his "Secret Lair" which was just an old fall out shelter in the woods that had been well hidden and forgotten about. The door to it was old and still buried under years of dirt and plant growth, requiring Danny to phase them into it which made Thomas wonder how his grandson had found it in the first place.
Inside was surprisingly high tech. "You have a secret lair filled with all this equipment but don't have any weapons or armor?" Thomas asked, making mental preparations to fix that.
Danny sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and explained his only allies were two other 14 year olds who were also untrained, unarmed, unarmored, and unsuper-powered which would explain why Danny was so excited to be working with an adult vigilante who at least knew what they were doing.
The kid didn't even mind when some of his more evil or harmful rogues "stopped showing up" thankfully no one would really question the reclusive Vlad Masters "going back to Wisconsin" only to never be seen again. No one saw much of him before coming to Amity Park, it made since he would become a hermit again once he had his fill of human interaction.
And if hes later found dead in his cheese castle? Well, the body had decomposed too much to really say what killed him. His will left everything to a Daniel James Fenton/Daniel James Masters which visibly infuriated Danny. Thomas mentally patted himself on the back. It was a good call to get rid of that one. The will was a surprise, though one that can only benefit Thomas in his crusade of protecting his grandson. Its not like he can return to a timeline that no longer exists anyway.
Unfortunately this doesn't stop the bats from hearing about "Batman" operating in a city in Illinois for the past few months...
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