#Cass watches GA

[brbremaking]

yj owes me money for making everyone (myself included in a past life that we no longer talk about) think that Di/nah La/nce is this emotionally intelligent therapist and all round hyper competent person she could kick my ass in half a second but I would never talk to her

#Dinah honey from one disaster to another please. #let’s do get help #she’s not a therapist she needs a therapist #convincing myself to reread grell run again like I don’t have 8 tabs open and that gl/ga thing #I didn’t watch birds of prey but I’m curious to see her characterisation in there. #although someone said that cass was basically just Steph in there so high hopes. #i need a self obsessed tag

[hellfirenacht]

Water Balloons

Summary: You’ve been dating Eddie for a few months, but never talked about the future.

Tags: Eddie x Reader, sfw, fluff, neither reader or eddie want kids, mentions of breeding kink but it’s Reader being a little shit, NO ACTUAL KINKS INDULGED IN, no use of y/n, fem!reader

Notes: I have nothing against breeding kinks or parent!Eddie fics. But this is for anyone who does NOT enjoy those specific things. 

Bassed off of this post by @deathbecomesthem 

You and Eddie laid on the roof of his van, a blanket under you both as you stared up at the sky. The two of you had been watching the late summer sun slowly disappear over the horizon in shades of fiery reds and oranges. Now the two of you stared at the stars above, creating new constellations as your fingers intertwined. 

This had been the best summer of your life. Eddie had asked you out the second he ran off the stage in his graduation gown, diploma in hand. You had barely said yes before slamming your lips against his. He’d been waiting two years to ask you out, not wanting you to have to explain to people that you were in your early 20s and dating a high schooler. 

Summer days were stretched with Eddie visiting you at work, day long games of dungeons and dragons, hanging out at the pool, and driving around with music blasting. Nights had been endless memories of the Hideout, watching him play, sneaking into his trailer when Wayne was at work, and long conversations that would only end when the sun came up. 

You didn’t think it could be better than this, which is why you had been putting off this conversation for so long. 

Eddie was talking about how he’d snuck into the High School to play Dustin’s latest one-shot. Without Eddie as the DM, the other members had been taking turns running different smaller campaigns. 

“The kid has imagination.” Eddie said, his hand giving yours a squeeze. You could feel the clunky rings on his fingers digging into your skin but you had grown used to the feeling by now. “He always threw me off when I was in charge but he’s on a whole other level as the DM.” 

“Did anyone catch you sneaking in or out?” you asked, looking at the small sliver of moon above. 

“Not a soul.” he looked over at you and grinned. “Besides, what would they do? Expel me?” 

“Arrest you for trespassing.” you nudged him with your own grin. “Remember, I don’t have bail money.”

“I’d break out.” Eddie said. “Get myself a spoon and start digging.” 

You giggled and ran your thumb over the back of his hand. You’d always had a thing for his hands before, but after dating they were one of your favorite parts about him. His fingertips were rough and calloused from playing guitar, but the rest of his hand was smooth and soft from the lotion you’d always put on him when you applied it to yourself. He used to pretend he hated it, but now he always offered his hands whenever you pulled out your lotion. 

“I ran into Cass Finnigan earlier.” you said, trying to keep your tone casual, as if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest. Things were going so good, why ruin it?

“Cass?” Eddie sounded surprised. “Huh, I haven’t seen her since she graduated."

“She’s pregnant. Probably about three months.” you said, your voice going a little quiet. The pause between the two of you was closer to term than Cass. 

“Yeah?” You could hear a strain in Eddie’s voice that you wish you knew what it meant. Was that stress? Yearning? Gas? Most times Eddie wore his emotions on his sleeve but your own anxiety was clouding your reading of him.  

“Yeah.” you echoed. “Surprised me, considering how young we are.”

“Too young.” Eddie said, and you felt him shift next to you. 

“Way too young.” 

The silence between you stretched miles, each of you trapped deep inside of your minds as you thought about a former classmate's pregnancy. 

You decided to rip the bandaid off.

“I don’t want kids.” You said, staring harder at the sky. You held your breath, waiting for the shoe to drop. Kids had never been something that appealed to you, not in a million years. The idea of children, pregnancy, parenthood, none of it sounded rewarding or exciting. It only filled you with dread and anxiety. 

You’d lost boyfriends over it, partners that you had really liked. They all said the same thing. That you were still young, still in school, of course you didn’t want kids now. You’d change your mind. 

You never did though. 

As you held your breath, Eddie deflated next to you. Shit, this was going to end the same. He was going to repeat those same tired lines and you’d have to break this off. 

Then Eddie started laughing.

“Oh thank Christ.” he said, rubbing his face. “I was terrified you were dropping a hint that you wanted to start a family.” 

“What? Oh no- Eddie. Eddie, no.” you shook your head quickly, the tension in your body starting to ease up a little. “But I mean it, Eddie. I don’t want kids. Ever. Like, ever ever. I don’t want pregnancy, I don’t want to adopt... I don’t want to be a parent.” 

“Me either.” Those two words could have knocked the wind out of you. 

You sat up and looked down at him. Eddie looked so pretty with his long hair splayed on on the blanket and brown eyes that reflected the stars that you had just been looking at. 

“Do you mean that?” you asked firmly. “Because I mean it.”

Eddie sat up and faced you, not letting go of your hand. “I’m not dad material.” he said. “I never have been, and I never will be. Being a parent scares the shit out of me. I wouldn’t even know what to do with a kid even if I had one.” 

“I think you need to feed it sometimes.” you gave him a smile. “Take it for walks twice a day and teach it not to poop on the floor.” 

Eddie laughed, and pushed you down so that he was on top of you. “No, that’s me you’re thinking of.” he joked. Moving his legs on either side of your hips. 

“Oh, I hope you’re housebroken, Munson.” you laughed. “Otherwise I want a refund.” 

“Sorry, I don’t do returns. You know this.” he kissed your cheek.

“You’re so fucking weird.” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I believe the word you're looking for is freak, sweetheart.” 

Your fingers ran through his hair and he closed his eyes, a faint smile on his face. “You’re really okay with that?” you asked. “I know we’ve only been dating a few months, but I don’t- I’m not just dating you to date you. I want this to be real. If you want kids, we can stop this whole thing and-”

Eddie didn’t let you finish, cutting you off with a kiss. “No returns.” he said firmly before kissing you again. “I don’t want kids.” Kiss. “You don’t want kids.” Kiss.

You couldn’t resist messing with him, and looked up at him with a grin that Eddie learned quickly meant trouble. 

“Oh but Daddy, don’t you wanna knock me up?” you said, batting your eyelashes. The look on Eddie’s face was priceless as he looked at you like you’d eaten a bug. He tried to get off you but you grabbed him and pulled him back. “Come on, Eds, let’s make Granny Eckard right and get some Munson Jr. Jrs running around!”

“Absolutely not, oh no. Get off me, woman!” Eddie struggled to pry you off, but you just held him tighter. 

“Don’t you wanna... uh....be my Daddy and also be the father of my children?” you laughed, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“I think my poor dick just went into early retirement.” Eddie said dramatically. “I may never get it up again because of this conversation. And what will you do then, hm?”

“You have fingers and a tongue still.” you wiggled your eyebrows. “And I have plenty of toys if those go limp, too- MMFFF...!”

Eddie had covered your mouth with his hand, and despite how pale he had gone for a second he was now laughing hard. “Stop talking. You’ve abused your talking privileges for the night.” Eddie looked down at you. “I’m gonna let go, and you’re gonna stop making it weird. Can you do that?”

You nodded, still shaking with your laughter. It was tempting to keep going, but you wanted to check just one more time. 

His hand pulled off your mouth and you both sat up again, your giggles echoing in the small park that you were in. 

“I mean it.” Eddie said, taking your hand again. “I don’t want kids either. I could live the rest of my life with just you and I’d be happy.”

Your heart jumped up in your throat. “The rest of your life...?” 

Eddie realized what he said quickly. “I mean, you and I have been friends for years and I know that the whole dating thing is new for us but... yeah. I know I’m not exactly Mr. Romantic, but...”

That was enough for you, and you took his hand and kissed his knuckles gently. “So... kids no, but open to marriage?” 

“Not right now.” he said. “Later.” 

“Aww, am I not enough for a whirlwind, runaway marriage?” you smiled. “Not gonna drive me to the courthouse right now and make an honest woman out of me?”

“Considering how your specialty was always a bluff check, I doubt anyone could make an honest woman out of you.” Eddie snorted. 

“I guess you’re worth the wait.” your leaned closer to him. “You were always worth the wait.” 

“You’re gonna make me blush.” Eddie said, cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. “You know... since we’ve agreed that kids are off the table, I do have a half used box of condoms in the back of the van that could be used right now.” 

“Oh, and what happened the the other half of the box?” you smirked, knowing full well what happened. 

“Well, you see sweetheart, a few weeks ago we decided to have a water balloon fight but we ran out of balloons so me and Jeff had this idea-” 

“Eddie no!” you laughed, smacking his arm. “Seriously? Where was I during all this?”

“You abandoned me.” 

“I was at work wasn’t I? Remind me to quit tomorrow.” 

Eddie pulled you in closer “Well that’s only where a few of them went. The rest went to this really hot chick who somehow decided to take a chance on the biggest freak in Hawkins.” 

“Lucky her.” you said, pecking his lips. “So... wanna show me these makeshift water balloons? For science, of course.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Eddie said with a smile. 

Eddie helped you down from off the top of his van, and you just knew that this was it. No matter what happened after tonight, you knew that you both were in it for the long haul. No need to change or force things just because of what everyone said you should do. From then on, it would be just you and Eddie, and that would be enough.  

#nacht fic #eddie munson x reader

[nobodyfamousposts]

Another Miraculous Crossover Nobody Wanted (DCxML)

In the midst of so many Batfamily/Miraculous crossovers, the thing I feel so many people forget is that the Waynes are...well...themselves.

Sure, they're awesome vigilantes. Trained in martial arts and with great mental fortitude to help them against the likes of Scarecrow's fear gas, Joker's venom, and Mad Hatter's manipulations.

...the problem is that Hawk Moth is a whole different ballgame.

He doesn't target their fears or dreams. He targets ANYTHING. Like petty annoyances. Frustrations. Sleep deprivation. Obsessions. Things the Batfamily generally try to ignore on a regular basis.

If he can akumatize and reakumatize the same man over his love of pigeons and people who feel they've been wronged over silly reasons, there's SO MUCH that could come from the complete dysfunction/emotional constipation that is the Wayne family. Remember, ANY frustration or annoyance or upset counts. 

Meaning Ladybug and Chat will be having their hands full with the Waynes until they leave.

And given that Hawk Moth comes up with the silliest costumes and powers...

...the others would never let them live it down.

...

It was a beautiful day in Paris. And an absolutely wonderful vacation to the City of Love, where everything was peaceful and nothing was wrong.

Dick stood at the window looking out over the city.

Tim was on his computer doing some reports. Possibly Wayne Enterprises work, but more likely mission work.

Damien had apparently gotten tired of grumbling and was focused on sharpening his sword—which Bruce really shouldn’t have let him bring. But given the situation, he couldn’t argue against letting Damien have something that would help him stay calm.

Cass had found a magazine to occupy her time, though she seemed somewhat confused as to the male teen model that kept appearing in nearly every line.

And Jason…

…he was grinning. And watching Bruce with such anticipation, looking downright hopeful as he waited. Not helping was that he was holding what appeared to be a brand new camera, fully prepared to start recording.

Bruce knew why.

But he would not give him the satisfaction.

Because nothing was going to happen.

Absolutely nothing.

Bruce twitched.

SNAP!

And his pen cracked from the sheer amount of pressure he was putting on it. Which was admittedly an annoyance, but wasn’t that big of a deal…

…if it wasn’t the 15th pen he’d broken in the past three hours.

It was fine though.

Nothing was wrong.

He was calm.

Calm.

Calm.

A muffled voice could be heard from outside despite the room being on the seventh floor of a building. Which of course was a coincidence and not because someone was actually right outside the room….and the building.

And perhaps if Bruce tried really hard, he could convince himself was just someone singing a line out of “American Pie” and not someone talking about butterflies.

No.

Because there were no butterflies outside. Because he was fine!

Not the slightest bit upset!

At. All.

“That’s thirty-three…” Dick counted.

…

…

…

…Dammit.

Bruce sighed.

“Did she come back to the roof?”

“Actually, she never left.” Tim confirmed, not even looking up from his computer. “She stopped leaving after the last incident and has just been standing there for the past couple hours now, catching them as they come.”

A long pause.

“How…?”

“Her partner has been bringing her water and snacks. And keeping watch whenever she has to leave to hibernate or use the little bug’s room.”

Bruce groaned.

Why couldn’t it be a villain? Or a fan or stalker? He could deal with those. He dealt with them all the time.

It was the well intentioned young superheroes that he had a harder time dealing with. The ones that wanted to help but were misguided in not understanding that their help wasn’t necessary.

“Gotcha!”

“Thirty-four.” Dick droned.

…no matter how many magical butterflies implied otherwise.

“Maybe we should do what the nice Ladybug hero asked and finish up our business in Paris?” Tim suggested.

“I refuse!” Damien shouted, jumping to his feet. “This villain has made a mockery of us and it must not be allowed to stand! I will not leave until he has been caught and my sword has tasted his blood!”

“Damien, we don’t kill, remember?”

“I wouldn’t kill him.” Damien said, looking away with a pout. “Just…dismember him a bit.” He frowned, consideringly. “Maybe cut off his arms. He can’t continue villainy then, right?”

Tim sighed.

“So that’s a no on going home early then.”

They heard a noise from the roof.

“Is she leaving?” Bruce asked, trying to hide how hopeful he was.

“Nope. It’s her catboyfriend back again.” Dick replied, blithely.

Bruce sighed.

“Do you think they’re dating?”

“Dick.” Bruce warned.

“Because the city seems to be really hamming up the romantic angle between the two and it’s kinda hard to not see.” Dick continued. 

“Dick.”

“Even if it is kinda weird that they’re essentially shipping teenagers.”

“Speaking from experience there, Dickie Boy?” Jason cut in, cheekily.

“Stop it. Both of you.” Bruce ordered. “The goal of coming to Paris was supposed to be to deal with the emotional terrorism from Hawk Moth.”

“A little hard with all your emotional constipation there, B.”

Jason smirked.

“Or should I say ‘Justice Man’?”

Bruce twitched.

#ml fic #ml crossover #dc crossover #bruce wayne #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #damien wayne #tim drake #ml crack #ml humor #miraculous ladybug #bruce wayne is bad at feelings #jason is having too much fun #yes I'm making fun of them #I do it out of love

[aingeal98]

I like to think there are two types of mind controlled Cass emergency codes based on the regular Gotham villains that use mental attacks. So for the first instance say the Mad Hatter gets control of Cass. That's a big oh shit moment. If Batgirl is down thanks to a Code Hatter that means every batfam member needs to be calling their superpowered friends for backup because no one is taking any chances after last time when Bruce was all "Let's keep this private and handle it ourselves." and ended up getting kicked around the city by a bloodlusted Cass while the rest of the family either chased after them or Hatter.

But at the same time a Code Hatter is much more preferable to the alternative, which is when she gets hit by Fear Toxin or something similar. Regular mind control they can sort of handle because the villain tends to have a plan for the person they're puppeting. But fear toxin Cass is something else, it's a "Drop everything and find her, yell for Superman if you have to. Just find her and stop her as quickly as possible." situation. It's is a Code Red emergency, batfamily member near the brink of death and needs immediate assistance. Because if left alone with fear gas in her system there's no way Cass doesn't fall back on all her worst mental health moments. Her greatest fear for too long was her own potential as a monster, but she's also very decisive and unafraid of making extreme moves in any battle. This would be no different.

And ultimately they'd all rather deal with a few broken bones than be on 24 hour suicide watch.

#dc #cassandra cain #batfam #dc rambles #Thinking of an old fic I wrote about Cass on fear gas #People write her as going very still and being terrifyingly silent while on it. Which I like #But you can't tell me it wouldn't reactivate those old suicidal wires in her brain #Tied to all the fear that's followed her since her first kill #Suicide tw

[ladytauria]

Jaytim for 38?

thank you for the prompt!!!

i took it in a bit of a different direction—i was a little stuck on what to do, actually, lol. @waffleinator-inator made a suggestion they got the wheels turning, though, even if i didn’t end up going in that direction either! <3

it’s also a little bit inspired by this series which is among my favorite jaytim fics ever lol. the inspiration was mostly the tim driving bits; i don’t remember which fic it’s in, but there’s a line in jason’s pov abt tim driving that just… gets me

this is… either a no capes or jason lives au, w/ a side of possible hs au xD

posted & half-written on mobile so pardon any mistakes <3

i hope you enjoy!!

There is nothing hotter than watching Tim drive.

Well—

Alright.

That isn’t true. But something about watching how calm and confident he is in the driver’s seat is… intoxicating. Maybe it’s the way his long fingers wrap around the gearshift, or the steady grip he has on the wheel. Maybe it’s the way his sleeves are rolled up; exposing the corded muscle of his forearm, and the leather bracelet Jason wove for him tied around the sharp bones of his wrist. Maybe it’s the control he has, coolly certain that the vehicle will do exactly as he tells it to.

It’s enough to make his mouth dry.

Cool blue eyes glance his way. “Can’t get comfortable?” Tim asks, the dry humor in his tone bringing a flush to Jason’s cheeks.

“I—uh.” He has to stop and raise his green tea to his mouth, taking a few sips to wet his throat before he can continue. “I’m plenty comfortable, thanks. Just—a little lost in enjoying the view.” Fuck. Normally he’s more suave than this. Or he thinks he is, anyway. He can’t really say for certain. He doesn’t—do this much. Date. Most of the people in Gotham’s upper crust wouldn’t sully themselves with dating a street rat—except for those who can look past it to get at Bruce’s money.

Tim’s—different.

Jason watches his lips quirk—though, gratifyingly, there’s a bit of pink to his cheeks. “What, Mr. Wayne doesn’t take you out of the city much?” he asks.

“It’s different with you,” Jason says—and he. The cheesy romance of the line makes his stomach flip, but it’s true. Everything is different with Tim. There’s a diner he goes to with Dick and Cass, and Damian if they buy him something vegetarian first, but. He took Tim the other day and— It was almost like going somewhere entirely new.

The blush on Tim’s face gets a little brighter. “We’re almost there,” he says, instead of replying to that. Which suits Jason just fine—he likes when they flirt, but it also leaves his insides squirmy, and skin tight and tingly.

Today was a more—spontaneous date than Jason was used to. Tim was like that sometimes; he’d get an idea in his head and then just decide to act on it. An impulsivity that Jason… well. He wouldn’t say he lacked it, he was plenty impulsive but—

He liked plans.

But it was nice, following Tim’s lead, even when Tim was just making it up as he went along. He had a way of seeming so confident and assured in his plans that Jason couldn’t even tell he was improvising.

Today, Tim had decided the plan of the day was to ‘go fast.’ There was a stretch of road between Gotham and Bludhaven that almost no one used—a place Tim liked to go and see just how fast his car could really go.

Jason is excited. It’s one thing to watch Tim drive in the city. It’s going to be another thing to watch him out here. Couple that with the privacy—the lack of cameras or nosy siblings or overprotective fathers…

His heart thrums in his chest. He doesn’t know how far he’s ready to go, but… It’ll be nice to find out, maybe.

Tim turns onto another road. “Ready?” he asks, rolling the windows down.

Jason grins. “Yeah,” he says; wrapping one arm around the door handle. “Let’s go.”

Tim presses harder on the gas pedal. The engine rumbles, no longer whisper-quiet but a low, rolling growl Jason feels in his belly.

The wind whips through his hair, mussing his carefully styled curls. It brings more color to his cheeks, and roars in his ears. The scenery begins to blur together.

Jason’s grin widens. The wind steals the saliva from his mouth, leaving it dry again, but he doesn’t care.

He glances over at Tim—

He’s gorgeous, a crooked grin on his face; eyes bright and shining. The wind pulls his hair from where he tied it back; the feathery strands whipping around his face, some of them getting in his mouth and sticking to his cheeks. He looks— just as calm and relaxed as he does on the freeway, driving down a neighborhood, rolling his eyes at main street traffic.

Jason wants to kiss him.

He wants—he wants to climb over the glovebox and straddle his thighs, wants to feel Tim’s hands on his hair, splayed over his ribs, on the back of his neck. Wherever he wants, as long as they’re on Jason.

He wants—

He wants.

Tim glances his way. His eyes widen a moment, like he can see Jason’s desire written on his face. Maybe he can.

“Do you want to—“ Tim has to shout to be heard over the wind. He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, though, before sirens blare behind him.

“Shit,” Jason says, as he watches Tim’s mouth form a similar word. Both expletives are stolen, though.

Tim’s mouth twists as he slows down, pulling onto the shoulder as soon as it’s safe. “Sorry,” he murmurs to Jason as he rolls down his window. “There usually aren’t any policemen here.” He reaches into his pocket.

“It’s fine,” Jason says, waving his hand. He’s still not the biggest fan of cops—avoids them, if he can get away with it. But the instant paranoia they cause is easier to swallow these days, if only because he trusts that Bruce would raise hell if any of ‘em tried anything.

He glances in the rear view—and swears.

“Motherfucker.”

A very familiar figure steps out of the vehicle behind them. Jason didn’t talk to Dick for a week when he announced he was going to the police academy. He should have held his tongue for longer.

Tim glances up at the vitriol in his tone, license now clutched between his fingers. He glances in his mirror, and Jason can tell the moment he recognizes Dick. Unlike Jason, though, Tim breathes a soft sigh of relief.

Jason doesn’t have enough time to tell him his relief is premature before Dick approaches the window.

He flashes them both a bright, sunny grin. Jason wants to punch him.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” Dick asks, politely.

Of all the stupid fucking—

“Because you’re an asshole you—“

Tim cuts him off with a gentle touch to his knee. “No, Officer, I don’t,” Tim says; and Jason knows, despite Tim facing away from him, that he’s wearing his polite gala smile.

Dick’s smile dims a bit, but he holds it in place. “This is a forty mile-per-hour zone,” he says. “Wanna tell me why you were doing over a hundred?”

Jason looks in Tim’s mirror; biting his lip to hold back his smile when he sees Tim’s eyes widen, mouth parting. He looks like the picture of innocence.

“Was I? Sorry, Officer, I’ve been meaning to get this looked at,” Tim says, nodding towards his speedometer. “Part of why I drive on back roads; according to it, I was only doing fifty.” He glances at Jason. “Right, baby?”

Jason nods immediately, his shoulders starting to shake.

“Uh-huh,” Dick drawls. “You know it’s a two-hundred sixty dollar fine, right?” He pauses and glances at Jason. “Not to mention the aneurysm Bruce’ll have when he finds out.”

“I think you mean *if* he finds out,” Jason says. “Since, y’know, you’re a cool older brother and will let us off with a warning?”

Dick snorts. “But then how will I know you’ve learned your lesson?” he raises his brows. “It’s a backroad, not a speedway.”

“Like you didn’t do way worse at our age!” Jason has heard the stories. Some of them he wishes he hadn’t.

Dick snorts. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time,” he relents. “But, seriously. If you want to speed, I know of a couple places you can go. No more speeding on the backroad.”

Tim nods seriously.

Dick gives him a pink slip. “Alright, you two. Have fun, be safe, don’t do anything Uncle Clark wouldn’t do. I’ll see you at dinner, Jason—Tim?”

Tim shrugs.

“Probably,” Jason answers for him.

Dick nods, and walks back to his car. Jason pauses, then unbuckles his seatbelt to lean out the window and shout, “And stop following us, asshole!”

Dick gives him a lazy salute before slipping into his car. Jason doesn’t trust him a bit.

He flops back in the seat, buckling himself back in. “Sorry my brother is such a dick,” he says.

Tim smiles at him. “Don’t worry about it, Jay,” he says, leaning over the console. Jason meets him halfway, receiving a short, sweet kiss for his trouble. Both of them linger, breath mingling.

“Sorry your plans are ruined,” Jason murmurs.

Tim hums. “I wouldn’t say they’re ruined. I’d be happy just to drive with you.”

The flush is back in Jason’s cheek. “I, uh. That sounds nice. Maybe, uh. Maybe we could find a nice place to park, too?”

Tim turns cherry red. “I— Yeah. Um. We could. Probably do that.”

Jason grins.

If Dick tries to get them for public indecency, Jason’s going to commit fratricide. Hopefully Tim will be willing to go on the run with him.

#is it obvious i didn’t decide they were teenagers until 3 paragraphs in? #jaytim #timjay #dcu #lovely anons #asks and answers #tauriawritesfanfic

[judgementdaysunshine]

May I please request headcanons for Shang, Mulan, Tadashi, and Tiana reacting to their S/O (who's a firefighter) noticing a gas/methane leak and saving lives in the process?

Of course!

Tadashi

He was walking out with Cass and Hiro after having lunch when he looked over and saw you and your crew walking up to an officer

He walked over to see if he could help in some way despite being a civilian and knowing few medical issues

But he jumped in and helped comforting people and helping others to the ambulance when they could walk unless they were in a lot of pain

He heard you talking nearby and stopped when gas was mentioned looking at you and your captain right before you realized it was a methane leak

You ran in to grab a member of a crew as everyone backed up and ran away watching as the building exploded running out with your friend on your shoulders right before the rest of the building exploded

He felt his heart as Cass started crying and Hiro yelled for you as he saw you running and hugging you with tears in his eyes

After making sure your friend was okay you went home with Tadashi and hugged him tightly when you saw him crying telling him you were okay and that he didn't need to be afraid or cry which broke your heart

Mulan

She had come to have lunch with you since you would be off after the call but she felt something in her heart that something wasn't right

She parks and waist watching you help people until you stopped making her get out and jog to your crew as you tried to find your friend Natalie and crew member

She noticed yelling and saw you run in going after you but being grabbed by your crew leader and friend Andrew and pulled back as half the building exploded

She watched terrified and helpless crying as you ran out with nat on your shoulders as the last part of the building exploded behind you thankfully no one was hurt

She is shielded running when she sees you on the ground but is relieved that you're not hurt but terrified of the fear and terror on your face that she will never get out of her mind

As soon as your friend was in the ambulance she ran up and hugged you with tears streaming down her face as she tells you never to scare her like that ever again

You go home giving her a long sweet kiss spending the rest of the evening apologizing until she stopped you with a kiss telling you that it wasn't your fault but she thought she lost you

Shang

He went to meet up with you and his friends to have dinner at your shared place meeting nearby where you and your crew were taking the last call of your shift

He felt a feeling in his gut deciding to go and watch your call seeing Mulan, Yao, Chien-po, and Ling watching on the other side ready to jump in like he was

He saw you freeze and the look of realization and horror cross your face before you ran in the building running down right when mulan heard your captain say it was a methane leak and soon he and his friends helping the injured and warned people to get away

He felt his whole heart drop and his breath stop watching the building explode hearing yao yell out looking to where his friends were looking to see you and a member of your crew on your shoulders

He watches as people help get your crew member in the ambulance and check on you as you sit down hearing your friends yell and hug you before the next thing you knew you were lifted and all you could see was the grey shirt shang was wearing

He held you for awhile both of you going home and after awhile he hugged you again crying telling you he thought he was going to see you dead or plan a funeral without your body

You hugged him back promising him that you would never leave him and that he did have to worry about losing you sealing the deal with a kiss before you both went to bed

Tiana

She was going to get things to make dinner for the two of you and your parents that night noticing your truck and number across the street as she was walking in

She waved at your friend and crew member Jesse walking in and getting everything she needed going over to see you before she left and waited for you at home

She noticed you run in and people running away and yelling immediately feeling everything stop yelling at you as you go in as jesse grabs her and pulls her away from the building

He tells her that your friend and other crew mate Pam was in the building and hadn't come back out after going to do one last sweep for survivors and you realized

The building exploded making her scream in agony crying on the ground not seeing you run out with pam on your shoulders as the rest of the crew put pam in an ambulance while you saw tiana on the ground

"Baby are you okay?!" she looks up crying more hugging you as you took the groceries to the car and you went home as she said how terrified she was of the thought of losing you

You hold her telling your parents what happened rescheduling dinner as you both calmed down from the explosion just holding each other tightly saying I love you and kissing each other's foreheads as you watched tv

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[makethatelevenrings]

Hear me out… “can we go home?” Prompt as a part 2 to “did I do good?”

this got long and i applied to jobs and had an identity crisis in the middle of writing it, hope u enjoy LMAO

TW: discussions of the explosion from "did I do good?" and medical talk wheeeee

You were growing tired of the hospital.

The pain meds warded off the sharp bite of pain everytime you moved, but they also kept your head in a continual fuzzy state. Sleep released its hold on you for only an hour or so before another dose of medicine sent you back under the veil of dreams.

Whenever you were awake, you found one or more of your children propped up in a chair in the corner of the room. Dick would be furiously jabbing his knitting needles into the air as a new project materialized between his fingers. Cass joined him occasionally, but sometimes she scooted her chair closer to your side, her slim fingers encased around yours, and watched whatever show played on the television. You were partial to Animal Planet so that meant she sat through hours of shark week and River Monsters.

Jason read, of course, sometimes silently and sometimes, when it was just him and you, he read aloud. His soft baritone voice was a comfort over the occasional beeps and shrieks of alarms out in the hall. Tim made sure to come by at the same time everyday so the two of you could watch Jeopardy and then Real Housewives. Although you were usually high off your ass because of the pain meds, you made sure to let him know what a fucking liar Erika Jayne was.

Stephanie, your little demonic angel, propped herself up in the chair next to your bed and played Sims, the sound of her laptop a steady thrum that helped put you to sleep. Your own personal white noise machine. Damian drew in his sketchbook, quiet as always, but he made sure to bring it to you during your moments of lucidity so you could see his art. Duke, however, was the hardest to pry away from your bedside. You understood his hesitation at leaving another parent at a medical center. So you didn’t say anything if you woke up to find him seated next to you, one of your hands in his, as he muddled over another crossword puzzle.

Alfred came by numerous times everyday. He brought treats for the nurses, creature comforts from home for you, and made sure that the children didn’t stay too long. You insisted that they lived their lives outside of the hospital, even their night jobs. Alfred checked over what foods you were receiving from the dining services, humming and marking down nutritional values and if you were getting enough calories. He always plied you with cookies every time he visited and ensured you were eating enough protein to help your wound heal faster. The vase of golden sunflowers next to your bed were always fresh and replenished so you suspected Alfred ensured that they were always replaced when they started to wilt.

But one person didn’t show.

You tried to not dwell on the fact that Bruce never once made an appearance. Even Clark and Diana had dropped by with flowers and well wishes. But your husband remained his usual disappearing act. You didn’t understand why and frankly, you didn’t care. For years you tried to remind Bruce that he wasn’t always Batman. He was a father and husband and friend, both inside and outside of the suit, yet it felt like as time went further, he forgot more of who he was.

It was fine. You had Alfred and your kids. Their love made you wish you could wrap your arms around them, but these damn IVs wouldn’t let you. You knew they were just as disappointed in Bruce as you were, but nothing anyone said would change things.

Until you turned on the news one night and saw the headlines that the perpetrators of the explosion at the Wayne Gala had been caught and the entire organization eradicated. The group had been targeting the Wayne family, reporters said, and they blamed you for the unemployment rate and food insecurity in the city. Well, hell, your family had been working to eradicate the wage gap and food deserts for years, but if anyone was to get hurt, you were glad it was you.

Three broken ribs, a punctured liver, internal bleeding, a concussion, and your body one giant bruise meant that your kids were safe. You would place yourself between them and the blast every single time.

The news cameras zoomed in on the bodies that were slumped against the front of the police headquarters. Faces bloodied and raw, the men stared back at the camera with haunted eyes and your breathing hitched just slightly when you recognized the mark carved into one man’s forehead.

A bat.

“Mrs. Wayne?” Geraldine, one of the day shift nurses, called from the door to your room. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you replied. “I just saw the news.”

The kindly older woman bustled in with one of the new nurses on her heels. The two women had been working three nights a week for the time you had been on the floor and you appreciated their steady, comforting nature. They had both been a little thrown when the Waynes of Gotham showed up on their floor but once you asked Geraldine to treat you like a normal person, she warmed up to you like a grandmother.

“How ya feelin’, sweets?” she asked. Every few hours they checked your vitals and incision spots to ensure that you were healing well and no infection was growing.

“Listen, I love you ladies. But if I have to stay here any longer, I might snap.”

They laughed at your comment and Farah, the fledgling nurse who followed Geraldine like a baby goose after its mama, focused on checking your incisions while Geraldine marked down your vitals.

“You’re so close to being free,” Geraldine promised. “Dr. Huerta will come by later today to check everything and hopefully, you’ll be out in a day or two.”

“Am I the last one to be discharged?” While you were the most seriously injured due to your proximity to the blast, a few people were also brought into Gotham General with varying injuries.

“Yep,” Farah hummed. “They’re all home and Mr. Wayne said he would pay for their bills.”

That made you pause. Farah’s head raised the second the words came out of her mouth and Geraldine turned sharply in her direction. Farah grimaced and sighed. “Sorry, I know he told us not to say anything.”

Your lips parted in shock and you glanced between the two women. “He called the hospital?”

Geraldine sighed and approached your bed. She reached out and clasped your hand between hers and gave you a kind smile.

“He’s been here everyday, sweets. Only leaves at night before he’s back in the morning. He just sits in the waiting room, looking like death warmed over. I keep tellin’ him that he should at least come talk to you, but he refuses unless he knows you’re asleep. Who do you think keeps bringing those flowers?”

“I don’t understand.” Your brow furrowed. “Why the fuck is he here if he won’t even talk to me? Why has no one told me?”

Geraldine pursed her lips and then she patted your hands. “Sometimes, men are stupid.”

That elicited a snort from Farah but Geraldine wasn’t finished. “I think, sweets, that he blames himself and he can’t bring himself to see you when you’re awake because he’s terrified that you’ll hate him.”

You glanced between the two women and narrowed your eyes. “What else has he done?”

They launched into a list of things. Your favorite blanket that you kept in the study at home was draped across your legs because of Bruce, the nurses were now being paid more because of his meeting with the hospital executives (and subsequent buyout of the Gotham General system so that meant more paperwork for you to deal with when you got out), and many other things. Bruce, silent as he was, operated without a word to you because he was so fucking scared that you hated him.

“Is he out there? Right now?” you asked once they trailed off.

“Yeah,” Farah sighed. “The more coffee he drinks from the cafeteria, the more I think we’re going to have to admit him soon for cardiac arrest.”

“Bring my husband in, please. If he fights you on it, tell him to stop being such a fucking coward.”

Geraldine let out a delighted laugh and practically skipped out of the room, clearly excited to give Bruce Wayne a run for his money. Farah waited patiently at your bedside and you were grateful that she didn’t abandon you right now.

Light footsteps grew closer to the door and you heard the soft creak of the hinges until he was standing before you. His hair was shaggy and unkempt and a five o’clock shadow clung to his jaw. Bruce was still in his usual daytime uniform of slacks and a button down, but the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his entire ensemble was wrinkled.

“Thank you,” you said to the nurses. They vacated the room quickly, leaving you two just staring at each other. Bruce cleared his throat and glanced towards the door as if he was preparing to leave, but you pointed your finger at him and he froze midstep.

“Sit your ass down, Wayne,” you ordered. He started towards the chairs in the corner but you let out a disapproving noise and he turned to where you were pointing. Bruce sighed and trudged over to the hospital bed you were lying in. His eyes searched your face for any sign of anger or discomfort as he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Bruce Thomas Wayne,” you began. “You stupid man.”

Your hand curled around his and you brought it to your lips, brushing a kiss against his palm. He sucked in a tight breath and you enclosed his fingers around your love.

“I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you think.”

“I should have stopped them sooner. I should have never let this happen to you. I-”

You smoothed a hand down his forearm. “You didn’t let anything happen to me. It happened because people wanted to hurt me. You can’t stop them from their thoughts or their anger, Bruce. You can’t change the way people feel. You can only do as much as you can and you and I both know that.”

He shut his eyes and sighed. Bags cradled his eyes, shadowing the bright blue pupils you woke up to every morning. The lines on his face deepened and he looked as if he aged ten years since you last saw him.

“How can you stand to be near me?” he croaked out. You reached up and tucked some of his dark hair out of his face before cradling his jaw.

“Because I like because, Bruce, and I love despite. I love you despite how many times you make me want to tear my hair out. I love you despite your self-flagellation tendencies. I love you despite the fact that there is something deeply psychologically wrong with you.” He chuckled at your teasing remark and leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed against the soft skin of your wrist.

“I know you are,” you assured him. “But you’re still going to grovel so damn much.”

“Whatever you wish for, you will get.”

You considered his words for a moment and hummed to yourself. “You have to take Damian to the art museum and cannot look at your phone once.”

“Easy.” He ghosted his lips against your wrist and you shivered at the soft touch.

“Okay. How about letting Stephanie drive the car next time?”

He grimaced, obviously knowing you meant the Batmobile and thinking about the blonde’s tendency to take wide turns. “Fine.” He kissed your brow, right over some stitches as if he could heal them with just a tender touch.

“You have to shake hands with Hal Jordan and tell him he’s doing a good job.”

“You’re a fucking menace.” Bruce dipped his head down to kiss you sweetly, but you were grinning too much to let it last.

“Can we go home now?” you whispered against his lips. “I just want to be in bed with you. I’m sick of the food here.”

He cradled your head against his chin and sighed, his breath washing across your skin. Bruce was so careful with you as to not aggravate any of your injuries. For as idiotic as he could be in the emotions department, he knew exactly what to do to comfort you physically.

“Soon, my love. And I will wait on you hand and foot. I’ll never let anything happen to you again. Ever. I swear.”

“I know.” But you didn’t take his promise to heart. Not in your line of work. He could guarantee that the sun would rise in the morning and set in the evening, but no one could promise that the scythe of death wouldn’t come calling any minute.

But you would let him hold you and make promises. It would make him feel better and that, in and of itself, was a gift.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batman x reader #batman imagine #bruce wayne #honey's 3k celebration

[nelkcats]

Hood Assistant

Prompt Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Next Ao3

Part 5

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It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do

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Jason couldn't help but feel a surge of protection towards the boy in his arms, he looked so fragile as he tried to stop himself from shivering and snuggled into his chest.

Even though he should feel uncomfortable since they had only met for a couple of days, he didn't push him away, on the contrary, he hid him. Maybe it was some kind of newfound instinct but he wasn't comfortable letting anyone see the cheerful boy in such a dull way, as if the world was trying to eat him up and Jason was his only refuge.

Strangely the pits began to respond to him, he could feel the fury running through his veins, but he wasn't trying to tear the boy to pieces as usual, it almost seemed like it was trying to protect him. His confusion lasted a couple of seconds before the world became clear to his eyes, everything became extremely dangerous, almost oppressive and he had to suppress a groan when he heard footsteps near his location.

Scarecrow had been distracted by the crow that kept leading him away from the alley by yelling and pecking, unlike his previous chatty self the little crow only said "Kar Kar Kar", in its own way the little bird knew the strange man was a threat and he was trying to protect his new family.

Although Jason couldn't see it, the shadows where they were began to darken, hiding them completely inside the alley, the only thing that could be seen with the naked eye were the bright toxic green eyes he was showing, which, instead of being obstructed by the gas mask, made a more ominous scene for the observer. Scarecrow felt a chill run down his spine as the temperature around him dropped but he brushed it off in favor of continuing to chase the troublesome bird.

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On the other side of the city, inside the mansion the alarms from the Batcave were heard, something extremely rare at that time of day.

"Oracle to the Batcave, it's an emergency" was heard over all the communications.

Bruce quickly moved away from the press conference upon noticing the vibration in his watch, he used those seconds to ask what was happening, camouflaging the question as a cough; he didn't get very far before reporters surrounded him questioning if the millionaire had gotten sick after spending so much time renovating the community pool, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Tim was half asleep on his computer but the call jerked him up, he panicked realizing he had a meeting with Wayne Enterprises in an hour but concentrated on the information Babs was about to tell him, priorities (and a bit of responsibility dodging).

When they were going to the kitchen for a snack, two siblings noticed the alert, they rushed but after considering for a few seconds Cass pushed Dick down the stairs, Dick for his part did a somersault landing perfectly on the floor, his gymnastics skills weren't rusty at all.

"Smug" Steph complained from her place on the sofa, she had come to the mansion to visit Cass, but as was the unspoken rule: she had stayed a little longer.

"This is not the time for games, I need assistance in Crime Alley, Crane started his attack and Jason is compromised" Barbara said desperately over the comms, she needed help fast "Are you guys available?"

"It's 4pm, it's too early for the bats to come out" Steph yawned, she would have liked to go out and show off her status as the best member of the bats but her suit was at home, maybe she could find a spare on the batcave.

"And Gotham has never seen us fight during the day, well, most of us." Tim gave Duke a curious look after he had entered through the mansion gates.

"Oh no, you are not going to let me fight the madman alone" he frowned "I just came for my afternoon snack, I'll go back to my patrol after that"

"This is not the time to argue! I don't care if you paint your costume red or put on a clown nose, I need someone supporting Jason with Crane now" Barbara voiced with frustration in her voice "he has a civilian who succumbed to the fear gas and Scarecrow changed the formula, this is urgent"

"Well, I guess the bats will be out early today, it'll be a scary day" Dick joked, although he didn't feel so amused after hearing about his brother's situation.

"I can help with the formula from the cave, I'm not as good with the Batcomputer as Tim but I can do it" Steph affirmed, even if Spoiler didn't go out on the streets she was going to find a way to help.

"Why? I can manage the computer from here while you go out on the field, Scarecrow's greatest strength is his formula so bats with masks integrated into the suit should be a better option" he stated confidently.

"Master Timothy, I hope you're not planning on skipping your 5 o'clock meeting." Alfred scolded the boy gently from behind.

"There's no time for meetings Alfie, Damian's at school and I can handle the computer better anyway" he smiled.

"No, we are enough bats, you can go to your meeting and Steph can handle the computer in the same way as you, the important thing is to get to Jay, this is not up for discussion" Dick spoke while frowning slightly, perhaps it was his concern as an older brother but he couldn't help but want to get to the place as soon as possible. Tim couldn't help but sigh at the tone and gave up on attending the absurd income meeting.

"Civilian, danger" Cass pointed out worriedly, the real issue wasn't saving Jason in this case.

"Yeah, I don't know how Jay ended up with a civilian but we have to get him out of there" Dick nodded "however, it's true that we can't go out that openly in the daytime, Duke do you think you can do something with that?"

"I can hide you," the latest addition to Bruce's adoption papers grumbled, "and focus on the crazy man while Jason is brought out."

"That will do" Barbara spoke a little more relieved "my break is about to end so I won't be able to help in such a direct way, but I will do my best"

"Okay, Orphan and Signal, it's time for the daytime operation" Dick spoke taking temporary leadership of the mission, he ignored the grunts of his siblings at the name "Spoiler, we'll be counting on you"

With that said, everyone went to the cave to take their respective suits; Except for Steph, who didn't really see the need to do it, and even if she was risking Bruce's wrath over the secret identities, she'd figure it out later, she was sure there wasn't much he could do considering she wasn't actually legally adopted, that would be a problem for her future self.

"It's a shame Jarro can't accompany us" Steph joked "seeing that he's in space and everything"

The other bats seemed distracted, from Dick she could understand it but she didn't know what Cass and Duke were thinking, the civilian? It was likely, she really hoped "the rescue" would go well.

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Danny was scared, once the gas got into his system it didn't affect him like it would do on a human or one of the crows as it was originally intended to.

Hallucinations began to appear before his eyes, confusing themselves with memories, and his ghostly characteristics were more present than ever.

The only thing saving him from a complete transformation was Jason. He could feel Jason's gentle touch hiding him from the world, nestling his head on his chest.

Danny kept trying by all possible means to contain everything that could scare someone; He bit his lip, ignoring the sensation of his fangs gently piercing his skin.

Too ghostly for humans

Spectra's voice was heard perfectly in his head. Though years had passed since that incident, it had lingered within his memory, Jazz would have called it trauma, he wasn't so sure.

What are you?

He wanted to scream as the multiple times being called a monster or a threat played through his head. Until now he had no correct answer to that question, not since he was named a "True halfa" and Clockwork informed him that Plasmius was slowly dying.

Are you dead? That is cool! How did you die? Maybe you're a corpse and not a ghost, or a ghost zombie!

The innocent comment of a little boy brought him to tears, it was absurd. The "hero" Phantom had run away at that moment, he knew there was no way the boy would know that the memory affected him, that he could feel the flashes of electricity under his skin. Remembering the pain and the impotence, that didn't make it any better.

He remembered the nights he'd spent awake wondering if the accident had killed him, if he was really a ghost possessing his own corpse and was just prolonging the inevitable.

We don't need you! You are a threat!

Was there anything worse for a child than being rejected by his parents? Every time Danny heard Dr. Fentons yelling at him, whether they intended it or not, he felt the same way. If they told Phantom he wasn't necessary, Danny was the one listening to his parents, when Danny was shot, because they did not bother to repair the guns in his house so they wouldn't be pointed at him, he felt unimportant. What's the point of being showered with loving words while being stabbed through the heart?

You should leave the city

The only comment he pondered for hours. More than harming him, that random person made him understand that maybe Amity Park couldn't be his home anymore, maybe it was time to move on and stop being just Danny the Fenton creep or Phantom the hated hero. Perhaps it was selfish to want to be both.

Why do you always seek attention? We do not want you here and we will not fall for your games!

One of Dr. Fenton's comments flashed through his head, and Danny couldn't help but laugh as he sobbed into Jay's shirt, probably looking as pathetic as he felt. He hated the attention, he hated it so much.

"I didn't want to be a hero" he murmured, although his words were hardly understandable at that moment "I didn't want, I wanted to live, why did it have to be me? Why did they force me to protect them?"

Danny continued to babble on in frustration, the only reason he kept acting like the hero was because of Sam and Tucker, but he always thought it was unfair. Why did the whole town expect a dead child to protect them? Why were they not doing anything when they saw him bleeding ectoplasm in the middle of the street? Why didn't they stop the Fentons when they were developing dangerous weapons or talking about skinning him alive?

When did the living stop caring about the dead? Despite all that he did for the city, very few took into account that he was still a child, a child with too much responsibility, a child too wounded, who continued to heal others.

The situation was absurd. How many more times would he have to pick up his broken heart, praying that it could stick again even if they stole pieces? How much more could he ignore how the city never offered to give him a proper resting place?

He recalled a time as Phantom, in one of his weak moments remarking to a reporter that he never had a grave or proper rest. The rumor spread but apart from Mr. Lancer and some classmates giving him flowers, nobody did anything.

It was stupid really, but ghosts needed graves, graves were symbolic to them, it meant you died but you were loved. That no one noticed his death, the fact no one mourned him, had always felt like a void inside his soul. A void begging for affection.

But what was he supposed to do? Ask Jazz, who had her own coping methods, to lay a grave for his half-alive brother? Did he have to remind his best friends that the portal killed him? Perhaps it did it wrong, or halfway, but he died, undoubtedly.

Sam and Tucker liked to ignore the fact that his friend had come in screaming and came out in ashes. They saw it as a setback, and Danny understood, he wasn't going to spiral them into guilt just to make himself feel better, it was unfair.

"Will you leave me too?" He questioned raising his bright eyes to look at Jason "Are you going to break my heart? I'm warning you: I don't know if I can keep fixing it"

Jason gasped at the blue-green look in the boy's eyes, he could feel the anticipation, the way he was waiting for a positive answer. And he realized that no one had the right to destroy a person that much, because he had a feeling that Danny hadn't done that to himself.

But he could see the signs, he could see how this boy with teary eyes and fear of rejection was the same boy who had walked in without a care in the world to serve a bowl of soup to orphaned children, he could see how he needed approval, positive affection; And that maybe hit a little too close to home, because he knew he wasn't the one to give him those things.

"I won't leave you alone" he chose to reply "but you shouldn't offer your heart to strangers so easily Doll"

"It's funny that you say that" the halfa commented sadly "because you're not a stranger, honestly I gave it to so many people that I don't know how much is left of it, I'm sorry if I'm defective"

"No." Jason's grunt startled Danny, who turned to look at him in alarm.

"No?" He asked confused, for some reason Jason's neon green eyes sent him a sense of security, something inside him screaming protected, safe. To the point where he didn't actually wonder if his eyes weren't a different color earlier.

"No, people are not defective because they are not objects" although he was wearing the gas mask it was obvious that he was frowning "I don't care how many stupid things people told you, you are not defective, you are just human and if you have the nerve to say i'm worth it, I can give you back the same fucking feeling, you cute motherfucker"

"Does that mean you don't want it?" The boy asked instead. He didn't want to have another existential crisis over his humanity when he was barely conscious with the effects of the gas, he felt so drugged. Though his heart definitely sped up at the other's words, did Jason believe he was worth it? he'd have to talk to Johnny about it later, and yell for a while, if he was lucky enough to remember.

"Although I'd love to have it, I'd like you to save it for someone who can take better care of it" Jason spoke, noting that the boy wasn't concentrating on the positive things "you're not in the right state of mind right now Doll, don't do things you'll doubt later"

"But I-"

Their conversation was interrupted when they heard voices in the distance. Jason got back into a defensive position as Danny hid in his chest again, barely controlling the memories that threatened to flash before his eyes. He couldn't succumb again, he had to remember: Jason was safe, Jason was safe.

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The moment Duke arrived on the scene he felt a chill run down his spine, the light and darkness in that whole part of town just felt incorrect, and a feeling of wrongness ran through his body.

"I didn't know it was getting cold in Gotham," Dick complained as he rubbed his arms in an attempt to keep himself warm. He momentarily wondered if Crane was working with Freeze.

"Focus, mission, find brother " Cass motioned to both of them, putting on the gas mask and adjusting it correctly around her face; the language was still a bit confusing for Cass, she was used to having her intentions read through their fights so expressing it in words was always tedious. That's why she usually chose to speak in shorter sentences, to the point instead of winding around, a bit the opposite of her older brother in a certain way.

"You're right, we're getting closer to the place marked by Oracle" Dick nodded as he headed into one of the alleys, both he and Signal had their gas masks on. It was then that he heard noises near one of the alleys.

He leaned out to see the cause of all the fuss and saw how his route was divided in two, on the one hand Cane was fighting with a crow? On the side of the road, looking completely exasperated and furious, Dick honestly took pity on the animal.

On the other side shadows seemed to be covering the alley, although it was hard to see through the smoke, Dick could make out a familiar figure, who had completely toxic green eyes and was snarling at him, yeah, that could be a problem.

"I found Jay" he commented unsure, it was always risky to approach his little brother when he was affected by the pits. He honestly listened to his warnings more as a way to reassure his brother that he was safe, he wasn't afraid of him at all, no matter how much Bruce seemed to think Jason was a mindless being during the episodes.

Dick saw it from a different perspective, Jason "Pitter" Todd was a more primitive form (and Jay absolutely hated the pun Dick created, he repeated the word Peter at least eighty times before giving up), but he retained his consciousness, he didn't instantly turned into a mindless being who went for blood and guts, he was more of a very aggressive person who put instincts as the first priority, being very prone to acting out. Still, definitely Jason.

"We have a problem, Cass come with me and help me determine Jay's condition, Duke take care of Crane" Dick ordered over the comms, to deal with "Pitter" it was better to have Cass on his side, although he was considered more expressive, she was considerably better in reading emotions.

"Oh come on, I said I wasn't going to face the madman alone." Signal frowned, although he was relieved not to have to go near the glowing black hole he could see from where Jason stood, no, he'd heard enough warnings to know it was a bad idea.

"Dayshift" Dick sneered from the comms "we can't be as seen as you can, at least the alley can cover us but we cant help it”

Duke still grumbled as he walked to the opposite side of the strange shadows, where Crane could be seen frustrated with a small crow.

"Are you serious?" Duke questioned in disbelief as he watched the little bird beating one of Gotham's worst villains just by pestering him to death.

"What's next, an army?"  He asked mockingly, however he swallowed his words at the moment when he heard a "Kar" above his head, he looked up and felt hundreds of red eyes watching from the beams of the electrical cables "yes, excellent, an army of crows, exactly what we need for a Scarecrow"

"Kar, Kar, Kar" several of the crows began to sing, for a moment he wondered what they were doing until he turned his gaze to Crane, who was covering his suit as the crow pecked at him.

The little crow moved away from Crane to quickly fly with the others and as if he were a general in a speech he spoke "Kar, sacrifice, Kar", the crow flapped his wings looking determined.

Duke was genuinely concerned about what the crows were learning in Gotham, who had taught them the word sacrifice? And why were they so scary?

"You won't be able to beat me, aerial beasts!" Scarecrow yelled furiously, firing more of the gas. The birds were not affected as they only flew a little higher. Some of them looked genuinely murderous, though, so the gas might have caused a reaction in them.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice" the crows began to sing in unison, Duke felt that he had become a spectator in a horror movie.

"Really, what the hell?" Duke questioned in dismay, he was supposed to write this on the report, dammit.

He moved a little out of the way when he saw the crows preparing to fly toward Crane. He knew what his battles were and this was not one of them.

Almost to confirm his point, hundreds of crows swooped down on Crane at once, pecking and effectively trapping him in one of the alley corners. When they finished him off, the villain had minor injuries all over his body and was surprisingly unconscious. Duke was internally grateful that Crane used so much protection or maybe they would have gouged out his eyes, crows were scary.

"Love, love, love" the little crow repeated happily, his attitude had changed the moment they defeated the villain but Duke had learned not to trust the little creature, small and terrifying.

"Yeah, thanks for doing my job for me, I think" Signal wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to the current situation "at least I didn't do it alone, I guess"

Almost as a signal, the crows withdrew and the scary little buddy made its way to the alley where Dick and Cass were possibly standing, well, that was no longer his problem.

His day shift was officially over, better turn Scarecrow over to the police, he would have to tell Bruce to control Arkham in case he tried to escape again. But his current priority was the pancakes Alfred had in the fridge, without a doubt.

He collected a sample of Crane's gas as he returned, he was sure there would be a couple of casualties by the end of the day so it was best to give Steph a sample when he got to the mansion. Also because of the aggressiveness of the crows, he could add some negative side effects to the birds as a consequence for the new fear gas formula, honestly Duke didn't feel like dealing with bloodier crows than normal.

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"Scared, out of it, protective" Cass informed Dick as soon as he was a few feet away from where Jason seemed to be snarling at him in full rage, although he wasn't quite sure as the mask muffled the noise. This reaction was a bit more intense than he had expected at first, but he still felt that he could deal with it.

"It's fine Little Wing, it's me" Dick held up both hands, a sign that he was obviously unarmed, it was better to treat Jay the way Damian treated the feral cats at the animal shelter. Not that he was going to tell Jay that, ever.

"It took you long enough, bastard" he answered annoyed, but still not loosening his grip on Danny, who seemed to be shaking more the more people got closer, how did he know? One more mystery among many.

"Yeah, sorry, we were a bit busy when the alert came in" Dick sighed "now, if you can hand me the civilian"

"No" was the quick answer.

"No, don't leave me, no," Danny muttered, clinging closer to Jason's shirt, barely understanding what was going on in the conversation beyond a few sentences. He was wondering if he should buy Jay a new shirt, his brain felt so tired all of a sudden.

"Alert, danger, stay away" Cass signed from next to him, it was obvious that neither of them wanted to get away. Although strangely, Cass felt more aggressiveness from the civilian than from Jason himself at the suggestion.

The temperature dropped again, but most of them didn't notice, Dick sighed looking at Jay with a frown "What do you expect us to do Jay? Signal registered taking Scarecrow a few seconds ago"

"Go with him" Jason grumbled, if there was no danger, better, he could get out of the toxic air and take Danny away from there.

"Come on Little Wing, you know I can't leave you in this state" Nightwing denied, just as stubborn as his brother "What are you going to do when I'm gone?"

"Take Danny home" he replied, although the green in his eyes didn't shine as brightly, he still looked quite alert about the whole situation, any wrong move could bring the pits back to full.

"I assume you know the civilian" Dick muttered curiously "Okay but I'm still going to help you, where does Danny live?"

Although the question was said in a friendly tone, the silence that followed was definitely awkward, Jason couldn't help but thank the gas mask, at least that way they couldn't see the embarrassed blush spreading all over his face. He was purposely ignoring that Cass would know for sure, she wasn't a snitch

"You don't know where he lives, right?" Dick asked, knowing that kind of silence all too well.

"It's none of your business," Jason complained, although the friendly interaction seemed to be taking him out of his fury.

"That's my business, where are you hoping to take him? One of your safe houses?" He teased, though his brother's silence was definitely revealing "wait, you're not being serious, are you sure you didn't inhale some gas?"

"I'm sure Big Bird, so shut up, go help with the damn antidote and call me when it's ready," Jason said annoyed, carefully getting up from where he had lain down to give Danny more comfort and starting to walk away from them.

"Not a good time, let it go" Cass signed to her older brother, she detected a lot with that little interaction and thought that the explanation required a complicated sentence to clarify.

"I understand Cass, I'm just worried" Nightwing sighed sadly, he wasn't looking forward to telling B anything.

"Understandable" Cass nodded. It was normal that after bringing Jason back, his "old" family would become attached to him, that could be bad in the long run if Jay refused to clarify things, but it was none of Cass's business. Even if she loved her family, she couldn't express feelings for them, it was better to let them figure it out.

No one noticed Shadow leaning out curiously and watching Jason take Danny away before deciding to disappear, taking the darkness that had settled in the alley with them.

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"Amorpho, I need a favor" Johnny called the ghost through his ghost phone, he wasn't going to call it Fenton phone 2.0 because Technus would be extremely offended.

"Not even a hello? Why should I listen to you?" Amorpho questioned curiously from the other side of the line.

"You can pretend to be Danny and visit the human world" the blonde ghost bribed.

"Tempting, tell me more about this favor" Amorpho said, it was not a secret that he enjoyed imitating the halfa.

"Well, the boy has to attend classes, but his crush apparently kidnapped him and he can't" Johnny explained quickly, he had been worried for a few seconds but Shadow assured him that the halfa wasn't in danger. However Johnny remembered Danny's insistence on his attendance.

"You want me to pretend to be him and attend classes?" Amorpho questioned in disbelief, he had better things to do with his time "And what do you mean with kidnapped?"

"That doesn't matter, but yes, If you accept you can do whatever you want as long as nobody dies after it" Johnny assured, Danny owed him a favor for all the work.

"Whatever I want? Okay, you have a deal" Amorpho agreed, though he still had questions about the kidnapping part.

"Great! I will call Wulf to open the portal to the university, your first class is advanced physics, good luck! Don't forget that you already accepted!" The blond hung up the call before the other ghost could react.

"You mean right now? What the hell is advanced physics? JOHNNY-" By the time the ghost reacted it was too late.

"I think that went well" The blond smiled.

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For his part, Jason was grateful to his siblings for being on time. He hated the situation he had inadvertently gotten himself into, but he hated more that Danny was sacrificing himself like it didn't matter. How dare he? He was going to smack the bastard with self-esteem even if he forced it.

He couldn't show it correctly because his head was still filled with that need for PROTECTION before the boy he had in his arms. Jason sighed, deciding to carry him in his arms princess style. Personally he preferred the potato bag style on his shoulder but Danny had been very displeased at the suggestion to get off his chest. Which shouldn't embarrass him nearly as much as it did.

Danny felt calm listening to Jason's heartbeat, it relaxed him as the illusions momentarily disappeared from his head. Jason was the solid ground of him, corny as it sounded.

"I want you to know that this is your fault" he claimed to the boy in his arms as he threw the gas mask to the side of the room once he got to the safe house "but since I don't know where the hell you live you're going to stay here until the antidote is ready"

Jason tried to separate Danny from him then, but every time the boy went more than 5 minutes without finding him he would start to panic and show obvious signs of Scarecrow's hallucinations. Jay was undoubtedly upset to see the bubbly boy turned into a dependent anxiety bag.

Curiously, from the bedroom window a crow could be seen sleeping peacefully, although no one was paying attention to it, the bird looked happy with that arrangement, without noticing the intruder, the boys continued talking.

"Okay Doll, you win, I'll sleep here tonight" Jason finally relented "but we should wake up early tomorrow for a nice breakfast, okay?"

Danny nodded, feeling better now that both of them were in bed and he could hear the boy's heartbeat again. He wriggled in an attempt to get into Jason's arms, where he felt safe and warm.

"You're really persistent" Jay complained, but he let him do what he wanted anyway "What's wrong cutie?"

"I didn't want you to go away in the middle of the night," Danny murmured looking worried, Jason swore he saw one of his eyes being more of a greenish blue for a few seconds, he wondered if he was seeing things "Are you leaving?"

"No, for now I do not intend to do it" the man sighed, wondering if he should add eye color to the long list to investigate "rest, I promise I'll be here in case someone bad comes, okay?"

"Okay" with one last sleepy yawn Danny settled back to listen to the heartbeat of his love interest "I hope Hood doesn't get mad at me"

"He won't find out," Jason teased, feeling a little amused "and if he does he'll have to get over it."

Stroking the boy's hair as he slept, Jason noticed a few familiar white strands tucked strategically behind the black hair. It gave him a bad feeling.

He decided to address his suspicions at another time, when memories of Danny forcing himself not to shake wouldn't flicker in his mind, when the expressive blue eyes didn't look so empty and sad inside his memories, and the sound of his laughter wouldn't change to sobs inside his mind.

Jason knew trauma well, and he wasn't overly happy to admit he recognized Danny having one. He ran his fingers gently over the boy's hand, Danny obviously hurt himself to stop the fear if the marks were a sign. He wondered why only one of his hands was hurt, but when he caught a glimpse of a large scar he decided not to push his luck so much. He needed to learn to wait, and maybe trust Danny a little bit, just a little bit.

I'm going to show you that you're worth it Cutie Doll, even if it takes me all my life.

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Aaand tag time, but first a little clarification: Crane's fear gas was destined to kill the crows after a time to take the gas in their bodies (as an infection) but since it was a prototype, it failed, the crows only became more aggressive; Anyway, the fear gas was destined to affect humans too, this part was a success, except that Danny is not completely human, right? double ups.

The effect worked halfway into him, causing hallucinations but of memories he fears, he is able to resist it if he focuses on something that anchors him to reality (but he is very tired of the mental effort); That is why sometimes he seems lucid and sometimes not, he is a very drugged and sensitive halfa!

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#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #dead on main #jason todd x danny fenton #Hood Assistant #Crows won another time #sorry Crane #Poe the crow will continue following them #this is a little angst #but after this is all hurt/comfort #Jason wants to return the favor #If Danny can't see his own worth he will show him #Danny is a little sad here cause of the memories #Don't worry #he will get better #surprised that I didn't write more about Johnny this time #Johnny thinks he is a solver maker #he is not #he is causing problems accidentally #First Danny and the Bats interaction #I'm not sure if it counts cause he was extremely drugged tho #Jason is starting to believe a little on Danny #Danny will totally remember the Hood part tho #Still they are both helping each other with trauma and that's amazing #Duke had nightmares with crows that day

[psychologeek]

I love your work and fics but because of your support of the genocide in Gaza Strip I am unable to truly continue supporting you.

I know that you believe that supporting the Palestinians is anti-semitic but if you learned about these topics you would know. Zionism is inherently anti-semitic itself, Zionism is a political philosophy that was first created in the 1600s by anti-Semitic Christians who believed Jews from all over the world should be expelled and gathered in one place. And then Theodor Herzl, an atheist, adopted Zionism to find a "suitable country" to colonize, and several countries were suggested: Uganda, Argentina, Cyprus, and Madagascar. But with Jews' rejection and with the support of Western politicians, Zionism secured their interests in the resources of the Middle East, thus Palestine.

Maybe if you learned what it was like to see through the eyes of people like Bisan Owda, Wael Al-Dahdouh, Motaz Azaiza, Hind Khoudary, or maybe even the six year old Hind Rajab who died after traveling through a "Safe Zone" with her family and being stuck in a car with their bodies for 12 days.

This is not a war. This is a genocide. I'm not asking you to change overnight, but knowing the full truth of what Israel is doing under the same excuses that you're telling yourself will help you understand what's really going on.

Thanks for the compliment? I think? 

Uh, ok, this isn't about my writing - this is about you complaining about my thoughts and experiences. Cool.

Edit: I have to admit that I'm curious what brought this up. Was it the A/N in "Some of Them (want you)" (a Damian-centric fic), and the mention of the bombed hospital in Israel? Raising awareness to the facts refugees need to bribe their way into Egypt to save their lives? (From Sudan and Gaza)? Was it the mention of the war in Kurdistan? Or maybe it was the way I talked about the Iranian regime, and how Baluchistan and Akhwaz are a flame?

Or perhaps it was the PSA in "Who am I? (to disappear)", in which I tried to remind ppl that watching and passing forward videos of ppl being tortured/killed/sexually assaulted is a bad thing. Do you not agree with the sentiment?

Or maybe you just don't like Cass. That's probably another option

Anyway -

Support genocide etc.

A. I do not support genocide.

B. What's happening in Gaza rn isn't genocide. It's war. And the use of that term is very disrespectful and dismissive to other places, in which there IS, actually, a genocide.

C. That being said, I don't support war. I don't support death. And I really wish this wouldn't happen.

I Don't??? Think?? Supporting Palestine is antisemic??? 

I do think that pro-palestine rallies with chants like "Gas the Jews" and harrasing jews and Jewish place ARE antisemic, yes.

If you need that difference explicitly said, I guess you should look at the rallies and pro-p things you're talking about.

"But if you learned about these topics"

EXCUSE ME????

If I LEARNT ABOUT IT?

Because of course - my knowledge, as part of a minority group, of a subject that is INHERENTLY related to in-group topics, and the what I learnt from people in-group are obviously less relevant than what you, oh great saviour, has learnt through Tik-Tok.

"Zionism is inherently anti-semitic itself"

Do you even understand how ignorant saying that is??

Do you understand how much this is propaganda?

"I believe that (Jewish people right to self-determination and live peacefully) is a bad thing" - do you even hear yourself?? 

"Zionism.... was first created in the 1600s by anti-Semitic Christians who believed Jews from all over the world should be expelled and gathered in one place. "

No. Just don't.

Idk - maybe this is what they teach in America or idk where, right next to "jews, Muslims and Christians lived peacefully before the evil Zionists colonisers " (look up the massacres in Zfad, the massacre and ethnic cleansing of Habron, Gush Etzion, Gaza-several cleansing btw).

Anyway, Zionism in the older form (yearning to go back Home, Eretz Israel as the Jewish homeland, and a connection between God-People-Land) is one of the first things in the Jewish narrative.

Practically, the Jewish calander is SoLunal calander that based on the seasons, weather, and agriculture in the levant.

Religiously - jews prayed to go back to "build Jerusalem" every year since the 2nd temple was destroyed. We kept practicing traditions and Mitzvahs that are related to the connection to the spesific area.

(And there always, always been jews going to Israel.)

Herzel's thoughts and actions to create the Zionist movement came after he watched the Dreyfus trial and realised that jews will always be haunted and discriminated BECAUSE of their Jewishness. So if you want a place without this, you gotta make a Jewish state.   (There are many kinds of Zionism,  I go with this as a general and simple explanation.)

(more about why this is problematic undercut)

"You don't know what it's like" -

What. The. Fuck.

You said you came here via my fics. 

I'm sorry.

Did you miss the whole long AF a/n I wrote in the last months??

About my personal experiences with war?? 

Both current (the whole saga with physical/mental safety, the evacuation, losing my glasses, etc. ??)

And previous (being bombed and evacuation 1 as a kid. My first PTSD. Terror attack and PTSD number 2 (ft. dead babies. Fun times). Rockets, more rockets, war, friends hurt in terror attack, friends-of-friends DIE in terror attack, more wars, etc.

(And that's not even the reason I was suicidal since young teen).

"This isn't war, it's genocide"

I'm sorry, do you remember how it fucking started?? How it continues?? How there are still FUCKING ROCKETS AIMED AT Israel??

Yes. This is sad. People shouldn't die in war. 

In fact, I truly believe that death-machines and people should not be near each other.

**Which is why I'm so mad at the fact non one's talking or doing anything to make Egypt open the fucking borders and let ppl through without having to bribe their life out**

" the full truth of what Israel is doing"

Right.

You, who's purely immune to Propaganda, of course.

You sure knows much more then me - who, you know, the one who ACTUALLY LIVE THROUGH this, and actually familiar with the history of the country and conflict (no, it didn't start in 1948. Not even in 1918. It was way earlier.)

(And just as you mention - have you heard about Ellin (9) and  Eithan (5) Kapshiter? They were shoot in the car with their entire family.

Ellin was considered missing for 2 weeks, before her body was identified. That was a couple of hours after her family's funeral.

For some reason, I didn't see any "where's Ellin?" On Tumblr.

Oh, and do you remember Kfir and Ariel Bibas? Kfir just had his first birthday.

They are still held captive, btw. For some reason, I don't see anyone in the "ceasefire now" crowd talking about how CRUCIAL it is that Hamas bring back the people they, you know, kidnapped. That they should get medical attention and visits from the RC. 

In fact, in the last hostage deal, this was something Hamas refused to include.)

Calling it genocide is problematic in many ways. Including for the people who suffer from this war.

Calling it genocide allows the the activism to be mostly anti-Israel, instead of pro-palestine.

For example, focusing the efforts on "stopping Israel" and "Israel is bad" and "boycott Israel", instead of "how do we save lives" and "why Egypt not opening the borders".

Less "ceasefire now!" (Though a good target) And "defund Israel!"

More "release the hostages and let humanitarian aid in".

(not to mention that all those efforts, for some reason, never go to other places and other people who suffer. Never even go to Palestinian in refugees camps - in Jordan, Lebanon, Syria.)

Pro-tip:

If someone tells you "a (very important thing in a minority's group culture) was actually created by (A majority group) as a (bad thing)", then you have one of those options: It's a lie, reclaiming, and "yes but no" .

1. It's a lie - aka: Just bc you didn't know about it, doesn't mean it's not real. (Sort of like the term of "dark ages" - that come to portray the intellectual darkness in Europe between the fall of Rome and the Renaissance. Though it wasn't the same if you look at non-european history.)

And in a simpler example-  Pasta! Usually considered "Italian", but only got there at 4th century BC. Evidences in China during the Shang Dynasty (1700-1100 BC). There was also African form of pasta, made of kamut crop. 

2. Reclaiming (see "queer" - was used as a general term, then a slur, going back to an Identity.)

3. Yes, but actually no (take for example sign language (s) - languages, as community languages, started to form when schools-for-deaf became a thing. Residential schools, where the students lived together and worked together ehad to learn to communicate.

Then they learn sign language - of the area/country/etc.

It doesn't mean that "Hearing created SL". The languages were built from home-signs (look at the difference between simple words, like "eat" in different SLs - like brit vs. Japanese) , and gained depth through the creation of Deaf communities. 

#psy reply #shavua tov #or not #asks #anon #anonymous #antisemitism #israel #history #propaganda #anti zionisim #Zionism #I'm actually pissed of this #like I'm happy anon let it out so communication can be #but also #the blant IGNORANT and self-centred one must have to go and tell someone #“let me explain to you about your own history” #“let me explain to you what's happening in the place you live #i never met a shelter but sure I know better than everyone what is/isn't war #I'm pissed #try to calm down and write a more polite version of it

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment Part 17

If you are new to the story or just need a reminder, please use the hashtag SP Special Containment. -MJ

Contains character throwing up.

Cass saw Caretaker answer a text as he walked back to to the group. Caretaker then rushed to Whumpee's monitor room. Cass quickly followed.

"What's happening?", Cass heard Caretaker ask worriedly as they both came in.

"Whumpee just threw up. They scrambled to the side of their bed, and it came spilling out. I don't think they would have made it any farther", a guard was zooming the camera in to get closer to Whumpee, "after that, they went into the fetal position."

Caretaker quickly got onto the radio.

"They won't talk", a guard watched, "we've tried."

"Whumpee what's going on?", Caretaker watched the camera, "can I come in."

"My stomach has been making strange noises for a little while, I don't think it liked breakfast", Whumpee groaned, "I don't think you want to come in here. Whatever came up smells horrible."

"I'll be in in a second", Caretaker replied, "don't worry about us."

"Call the doctor and have them come up to check on Whumpee. This may be possible food poisoning, but I'm not sure", Caretaker turned to Cass, "I guess you get some action today after all. Grab some gloves."

Cass followed Caretaker to the door and listened for the buzzer.

The moment they stepped in the stench almost knocked them down.

"Mmmmmm", Cass gagged.

"Don't be like that. If you can't handle the smell get out", Caretaker frowned, then turned their attention to Whumpee.

"More's coming", Whumpee hurried to cover their mouth.

Cass grabbed the waste basket and handed it to Caretaker, who then held it under Whumpee.

Whumpee groaned after they were done.

"That is not pleasant", Whumpee moaned.

The buzzer went off, and the door opened.

"Few", the doctor waved the air away from them, "that is not a good smell. I think you were right on food poisoning", they eyed the shaking Whumpee.

"We're aware", Caretaker grunted in annoyance.

"I need the guards to open a vent. This room is going to turn into a gas chamber with these fumes", the doctor started to walk to Whumpee.

They heard the vents open and the air turn on.

"You", they handed a vile to Cass, "collect a sample of the throw up and run it to the lab, let's see if anything can be found", the doctor set a few things down on the table, "what happened?"

"Whumpee had breakfast this morning like normal", Caretaker thought back, "we did a sponge bath. A few things happened, such as laundry and an issue with one of the other weapons. I was coming back when I got the text they had thrown up. Buy the time I got in here they were ready to throw up again."

"Did you just start feeling sick?", the doctor turned to Whumpee.

"It's been bubbling for a while and making noise", Whumpee frowned, "I laid down after breakfast, then I decided to cuddle with my stuffie. I think it really started after talking to Jaimie."

The doctor frowned when they saw the puke on the floor. They pulled out some shoe covers and put them on to protect their shoes.

They sat on the bed and checked Whumpee's vitals.

"Do you feel like you can at least drink water, you need to stay hydrated", the Doctor watched Whumpee's slow movements.

"I feel like I want to throw up again", Whumpee frowned.

Caretaker handed the waste basket to the doctor and watched as Whumpee threw up again.

"I need to get Whumpee down to the medical wing. Definitely something is going on, and I don't have what I need to help them here", the doctor frowned.

Caretaker went and grabbed the wheel chair and got Whumpee strapped in.

They rushed through the halls, trying to get Whumpee to med as soon as possible.

"What's happening?", someone yelled, "Caretaker what's happening?"

Caretaker turned to see Aramais stretching against the straps of his chair.

"I don't have time to stop", Caretaker yelled back, "I can't leave Whumpee."

"Aramais it's okay", Andy hurried to his side, "they're with the doctor. They know what to do."

"Put me back in my room and go find out what's happening with Whumpee", Aramais shook and continued to strain against the straps, "please. They looked like they were dying."

"Okay", Andy nodded, "let's go."

Aramais was too nervous to sit down. They paced around their table several times before the buzzer went off.

They turned quickly to see Andy come in.

"Sorry that took so long", Andy sighed, "I had to wait for Caretaker to update me, I wasn't allowed to go into the room with Whumpee. I was helping Cass clean Whumpee's room. It smelt really bad."

"Wh-what happened?", Aramais frowned, "you couldn't have told me first."

"They think Whumpee has food poisoning. Something from their breakfast may not have been right or their body just didn't like something from it. They are running tests", Andy sat down, "they started feeling sick after Jaimie got out."

Aramais was finally calmed enough to sit, but their leg bounced up and down nervously.

"It smelt horrible. I went in and heard Cass gag... I knew I had to help them", Andy smiled weakly, "it was disgusting."

"Will they be okay?", Aramais looked up, "I didn't enjoy the sight of Whumpee being rushed past and a doctor following. I felt helpless, and I wanted to go with them."

"They will be okay, unfortunately it has to go through their system. The doctor has them on fluids and the nurses are taking care of them", Andy nodded, "it should only be a few days for it to pass."

The buzzer went off again and Caretaker walked in.

"Hey I am so sorry for leaving you like that, I didn't want to stop moving though", Caretaker frowned while looking at Aramais, "that probably scared you a lot seeing us rush by."

"Whumpee looked like they were dying", Aramais frowned as Caretaker took the seat Andy was offering.

"I am getting too old for this much excitement", Caretaker sighed in relief, "I hope you don't mind if I sit."

"It's fine", Aramais nodded, "is Whumpee okay?"

"They're fine, the nurse is taking care of them, and one of their guards is on duty", Caretaker grinned, "I appreciate you and Cass cleaning that puke up. I don't know what came up, but it wreaked."

"I was walking by when I heard Cass gag, I figured they could use a hand", Andy laughed.

"They walked in and gagged to", Caretaker chuckled, "I think they went to check on Mitch. I'm just waiting for that IV to go through Whumpee to get their fluids up. The doctor is going to see how they look after that, and hopefully the labs will be back."

"Have you talked to the Director?", Aramais frowned.

"No, there was a problem they had to attend to in a different part of the facility, I'll update him later", Caretaker looked at an empty cup, "how was the milkshake?"

"Really good", Aramais and Andy said in unison.

Caretaker went to help Cass take care of Mitch for a while, before they received a text.

"The results are inconclusive for food poisoning, but there are a few tests that need to finish up", Caretaker read out loud while in Mitch's monitor room.

Another text came through.

"Whumpee is requesting me", Caretaker looked up at Cass, "will you be okay finishing this up?"

"Yes absolutely, go help Whumpee", Cass smiled, "I'll come find you when I'm done."

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[mamawasatesttube]

ask game: “and yet we persist” or “all i ever wanted was the world”? or for one that feels like a different tone “topsy-turvy”?

"and yet we persist" is stoic, long-suffering, and straightforward enough it makes me want to subvert it somehow, so therefore i posit: this is the fic of tim, steph, cass, and kon having to undergo a multi-day roadtrip, for some reason. (why can't kon just fly them wherever they need to go? idk but let's assume i came up with a reasonable justification. the point is they need to all be trapped in a car together, for several hours on end, for a few days.)

tim and steph are in their divorce era. kon and cass are their usual cozy "very affectionate friends who understand each other really well" selves. timkon and stephcass are both in their mutual pining/late-stage slow burn phases.

what this means: most of the roadtrip is tolerable! even when tim and steph are unhappy with each other, they know how to get along. most of the time. the exception is when one or the other says something unnecessarily bitchy, the other goes "oh are you fucking serious don't fucking start right now--", and then tim is bitching while driving and steph is furiously kicking the back of the drivers seat just because she knows it'll piss him off if she gets scuff marks on the leather. kon, shotgun, twists around to start talking to cass very pointedly about each song on his wendy/pierce playlist, because he's recently gotten her into wendy the werewolf stalker. tim and steph are bickering. and yet, kon and cass persist.

at one point the arguing starts at a gas station while tim is filling the tank. steph leans out the window and asks something. tim gets snippy, steph gets snippy back, and 15 minutes later when they're still at it, kon and cass have run out of interesting things to look at in the gas station mini mart. and yet... they persist...

they stop at a motel one night. tim meets steph at the vending machines when she's coming to get some ice and he's trying to get a zesti (and mad because apparently this far from gotham, they don't carry them?). they don't fight, they just kind of awkwardly nod to each other like sooo... are we good? yeah i guess. ok well you don't have to sound so put out about it. oh don't start this again. but they both freeze when cass opens the door for her and steph's room, crosses the hall, and knocks on tim and kon's door. kon lets her slip inside. she's dressed for bed already. tim and steph both freeze. did tim just get sexiled? fuck. of course steph will let him hang out in her room but this can't be happening. surely not. they're in dismay. and yet... they persist...

meanwhile kon and cass are happily snuggled up together watching season 3 of wendy. when tim doesn't come back they both kinda go "uhhh.... did he and steph... surely not." and decide not to think about it. it's fine.

it's a miserable roadtrip but it's funny as fuck. do you see my vision

#answers #crimzoncrow #tim #steph #kon #cass

[that1emowitch]

For inspo: stephcass wedding ceremony/day? Or something connected wit it 🙏

I'm SO SORRY it took me so long to answer! I SWEAR i didn't forget.

I am not completely sure how weddings really work, so is a proposal scene okay? Also, it's more of a blurb.

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Gotham Park, bathed in the golden hues of a setting sun, was an unusual sight for Stephanie Brown. No muggings to thwart, no rooftops to scale, just a checkered blanket spread beneath a majestic oak, a basket overflowing with picnic goodies, and most importantly, Cassandra Cain by her side. 

Steph, in a rare display of patience, didn't pepper Cass with a million questions.  She simply basked in the comfortable silence, watching Cass's gaze flit across the park like a silent predator, taking in every detail. Finally, unable to contain her bubbling excitement, Steph whipped out a small velvet box.

"Cass," she began, voice trembling slightly. "We've been through a lot together, haven't we? Fear gas, Joker toxins, even that time I accidentally glued Tim's head to the Batmobile and you took the blame ‘cause Bats never scolds you..." Steph winced at the memory. Cass, on the other hand, cracked a rare smile, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

"Through it all," Steph continued, voice thick with emotion. "You've been my rock, my partner in crime-fighting... and maybe even a little more."

Across the blanket, Cass mirrored Steph's action, revealing a small, identical-looking velvet box. Steph's jaw dropped. "Cass, you didn't-"

But Cass didn't let her finish. She knelt on the checkered blanket, her eyes locked on Steph's. A single, perfectly formed sign language phrase hung in the air – "Marry Me?"

Steph stared, speechless. Then, she burst out laughing. Not mocking laughter, but pure, unrestrained joy. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh my gosh, Cass! You too?"

Cass, cheeks dusted with a faint blush, remained kneeling. Steph, with a theatrical flourish, pulled out her own box. Inside, nestled on velvet, was a simple silver ring engraved with a tiny bat symbol. "I, Stephanie Brown," she declared, voice choked with a mixture of laughter and tears, "want you to be my crime-fighting wife!"

Cass's smile widened, brighter than Steph had ever seen. She signed again, a single word this time – "Yes."

The laughter subsided, replaced by a comfortable silence that spoke volumes. Steph reached out, taking Cass's hand in hers. It was a perfect moment, chaotic and endearingly them.  

"So," Steph finally whispered, unable to resist a playful jab. "Who gets to present her ring first?" 

Cass rolled her eyes, the most expressive movement Steph had ever witnessed from her. Then, with a playful nudge of her shoulder, Cass signed, “Both. Same time." 

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, Steph and Cass sealed their unorthodox proposal with a kiss, as sweet and chaotic as their love. 

#stephcass #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #batfamily

[oasislandingresident]

[previous] part 3 of Goths!

There is no real need to beat around the bush - time to get them back on track!

I know Bella, you're a romance sim but he's not gonna live that long. Once he crooks I'm taking you out to fuck the whole town!

Morty is pretty happy

Dakota watching Cassandra pee xD

She found out she liked tinkering in her dreams xD

She woke up in the night going to job as a gas station attendant and that's just not right. She deserves to just sit around and spend money!

Ohhh - what's this?

Talking about fish... swimmers? Morty's swimmers hit the target and now Bella's knocked up? Yeah, I'm going with that.

They are fucking. Alex get the fuck out of there, seriously. You and Lucy. Both weirdos.

Cassandra is still feeling gloomy over the whole getting left at the altar thing. I was thinking about taking her out and then

This happened xD I forgot his birthday - that checks out

He rolled popularity and he'd like to let you know he's going by Xander now to be cooler

And yeah... while I was busy with all that I forgot to check on Bella and she had a miscarriage. I want that baby so we'll knock her up again

I took Cassandra out like I planned and she came across Don

Oh yeah that's the best medicine

Oh it's a girls night out

She has 3 bolts with this guy xD

If that's not rebound material, i dont know what is

I think those are some good candidates for fucking - you did good Cass!

Meanwhile in the house we have a dejavu

Talking about their woohoo xD

1st choice wasnt available so we're going with the second

He's a bit of a nerd I kind of like him

We're literally on a date right now xD so no

Let's start with a toast

And lose our virginities in the photo booth

Oh yes

#sims 2 #sims 2 gameplay #uberhood #pleasantview #bella goth #cassandra goth #alexander goth #mortimer goth

[merymoonbeam]

They said Hunt also ignored Bryce for 2 years like how Az ignored Gwyn for two years. How would you refute that?

Let’s go through this part by part.

1.

GA first meet:

-retcon. Mor wasn’t there in acomaf. This means it wasn’t that important of a scene so sarah didn’t think about it ahead of time so when the time to introduce gwyn in the new book she added mor so she could take her to library where Nesta meets her. It didn’t happen in the same book. There is 2 books in between.

Quinlar first meet:

-not a retcon. It happened in the same book.

2.

GA process:

-azriel was in love with mor by that time after rescuing her nothing changed and on top of that he started to have feelings for Elain. And even after they met in acosf the guy is still dreaming about Elain and wouldn’t call gwyn a friend

Quinlar process:

-Hunt was hang up on his past love who is dead at the time. Meets Bryce. In those two years both of them don’t have thing for other people. After meeting again they are drawn to each other and later in the book they say they love each other and now book two they are mates.

3.

GA mate bahavior(none lol)

When gwyn is thrown into the rite Azriel is more concerned about Eris. Here is a post about where Sarah says Cass wasn’t even with Azriel in that mission because he was watching nesta whereas Azriel is off to save eris.

Quinlar mate behavior:

When Bryce is fighting Micah Hunt is concerned and even Ruhn makes a mention of this in book two.

This was how he was that day with Sandriel, Ruhn said into her mind. When he ripped off her head. He added tightly, You were in danger then, too.

Ruhn glared at her as Hunt continued to glow and menace. It means that he’s going ballistic in the way that only mates can when the other is threatened. It’s what happened then, and what’s happening now. You’re true mates—the way Fae are mates, in your bodies and souls. That’s what was different about your scent the other day. Your scents have merged. As they do between Fae mates.

So one little parallel is not the same. It is the context that is important.

But these people see one little word similarity and say “mates” when sarah is known as the author who uses the same words over and over and over again to the point that people make fun of it.

#anon ask #anti gwynr*el

[wolfverse-stories]

It's the end of the world as we know it (And I'm not fine)

(Reverse Robins / Zombie au)

Chapter 6

     "Cass help me block the windows" Damian ordered laying Wally on the couch "Brown make sure the rest of The house is secure"

     "On it!" Steph called rushing down the hallway.

     "What can I do?" Dick asked following his older brother.

     "Go look for anything that can be used as a weapon" Damian ordered pushing a dress in front of the window.

Meanwhile

     "You guys ready to go?" Tim asked gathering his.

     "Yep!" Bart zipped in front in front of him.

     "Slow down" Tim warned "I got enough superfood to keep you from passing out not enough for you to use your speed"

     "Yes sir" Bart smiled.

     "It's such a shame to leave all these books" Jason frowned.

     "We have every book you could ever want downloaded to the computer in the watch tower" Tim reminded him.

     "Yeah, but it's not the same" Jason pouted.

     "Fine one book but hurry it up" Tim urged. Jason quickly grabbed a book off the top of the stack and ran over to join them.

Meanwhile

     Everyone sat quietly listening as the growling noise got softer and softer until it was gone.

   "Sounds like the coast is clear," Steph said getting up off the floor.

    "We'll stay put for a few days just to be sure besides West needs to rest" Damian nodded ever to the couch.

     "I'm fine" Wally argued trying to set up only for his arms to give out under him.

     "Oh really now?"Damian asked raising an eyebrow.

     "What about the others, they're supposed to meet us at the bus lot" Steph frowned.

     "Tim is a good leader I'm sure they'll go on ahead" Damian reassured her "but right now I have to take care of this group"

     "I help" Cass offered.

     "Thank you" Damian nodded "Right now we need to get West in bed so he can get some rest" Wally did not look pleased about that idea.

Meanwhile

     "So what's the plan?" Jason asked, hopping into the car.

     "Drive until we run out of gas then get another car," Tim said turning on the car "Keep doing that until we reach the bus lot"

     "Do you think the others will still be there?" Bart asked leaning over the seat.

     "Not sure" Tim shrugged "But we need to make sure they don't just keep waiting for us"

Timeskip

    Damian sat across the room keeping an eye on Wally, who was sitting up in bed going on about crazy SpongeBob theories.

     "I'm just saying Krabby patty is a pretty suspicious name," Wally said crossing his arms.

     "West it's a kid's show for goodness' sake" Damian rolled his eyes.

     "Knock Knock," Steph said opening the door.

     "Was that really necessary?" Damian asked turning to her.

     "Man you are a grumpy bird today" she joked "I'm here to take over"

    "I'm perfectly capable" Damian glared crossing his arms.

     "You need sleep" Steph pointed out.

     "Go on it's not like I'm going to fall apart as soon as you leave" Wally teased.

     "Fine" Damian grunted getting up "Wake me up if anything happens"

     "Of course" Steph nodded. As soon as he left the room Wally fell back against the bed breathing heavily "Are you okay?"

     "Yeah... just hurts...a lot" Wally clenched his chest squeezing his eyes shut.

     "I know" Steph whispered gently taking his other hand "It's going to be okay"

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#batfam #zombies #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #reverse robins #ao3 #fanfic #batman

[supernaturalgirl31]

Hes not weak

Castiel was fighting a old friend of his from long ago whos name was ishim and he was not found of the humans because he got his heart broken and for that he broke a angle law . "You know castiel I thought you changed after the war with Metatron and that but you didnt you stay down here Protecting the humans and that makes you weak . Will dont you worry i will take care of your weakness " he was about to attack dean but he was not counting on y/n to jump in on the fight . She Soccer punched him in the face and kicked him hear to a wall .

"You are worng about earth you know ishim I believe you name was " "yes " "ya will your worng about castiel hes not weak hes anything but that . Of course you dont see that because your blinded by Revenge on the human whi broke up with you that you Stoop so low that you killed the to close to her . And when that didnt work you got a whole new outlook . "

the rouge angle laughs. "Now i see your his mate " "i will be sure to kill you befor you ha e the chance to hurt him to "

He got free and attacked y/n she was hurt even more then castiel was . " you will die now and castiel will watch you die " just then he was stabed in the back by a angle blade " y/n looks up and saw castiel . He kneels down and hugs her . "I owe you my life love " y/n sighs and hugs him . She fell asleep in his arms and carried her to the car where the bothers drove .

Dean looks at castiel and smiled a bit . "Hows y/n doing?" "Shes sleeping witch is good " "ya you know what she said is true right your not weak " "really?" "Yes i mean come on cass your a storng fighter who Protects the ones he cares for and im glad that my sister found you " . Y/n started to move around. "Hey hey shhhh y/n its ok we're just stoping to get gas and that " said sam . The bothers went in to get stuff and other things .

Castiel looks at y/n who was just laying there on his lap . "You ok y/n?" "Ya im fine " Castiel sits her up and smiled a bit . "I want to give you your brithday gift or half of it anyway " "oh cass you didnt have to " "i wanted to now hold put your hand " she as asked and castiel put this on her wrist

"Oh wow castiel i love it " he smiled "im glad cuz the other half will be on your brithday " y/n smiled and kissed him . "I love you " "i love you more " castiel smiled and holds her close to him and rubs her back aging . The boys got in and handed y/n something to eat . She tacks it and started to eat .

#supernatural #castiel x reader #cas+x+reader #misha collins