#jason garrick

[dcbinges]

All-Star Comics #4 (1941) by Everett Hibbard & Gardner Fox

[edanzavala]

DC really needs to up their creativity when naming the speedsters.

Bartholomew (Barry) Allen

Bartholomew (Bart) Allen II

Wallace (Wally) West

Wallace (Ace) West

Donald (Don) Allen

Dawn Allen

And finally the first and also the only one without a similar name in the family.

Jason Peter Garrick (not to be confused with Jason Peter Todd)

I hopefully rest my case.

[delsin-r0we]

Earth 2 (New 52) + Covers [Issues #1 - #6]

[lonestarfangirl2014]

When your knowledable Enough on everything dc comics related to know that back in the 90s flash show jay who was known as jay allen(related in the adaptation trope in full effect) had a son named shawn.

SO I FULLY ACCEPT JUDY GARRICK

Like honestly honestly its about time jay has a original bio kid of his own again!

No I don't think it takes away from his pseudo father figure surrogate child relationships. Like honestly Jay's whole thing since like the 90s, is being a mentor and stuff to the next generation so let him have this!

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

"My favourite superhero is Green Lantern!"

"My favourite is the Flash!"

"Mine is Robin!"

[homicidal-slvt]

"I could fix him"

Ok but- what if he could fix me? What if a single hug from him would make it all feel better?

[yjhariani]

I wanted to make a full version of this, but I can't decide who I should write it for.

He always preferred wired earbuds. Regardless of his wealth, his friends' influence, or just the development of technology in general. He always preferred wired earbuds. For various reasons.

He preferred it even more when he wanted to share some songs with you. If he could, he would put one of his earbuds on your ear. If you had some or if it was of access, he would tuck your hair behind your ear beforehand.

Sometimes, even when you were sitting next to each other with one earbud on, he would slightly lean to the other side so you had to lean closer to him to prevent your earbud from slipping.

If you told him that you really disliked the type of earbuds that he had for whatever reason—especially comfort reasons—he would change earbuds right away. If he disliked the type of earbuds that you liked, he would even take the time to modify his earbuds to have one of them replaced so the both of you could use it together comfortably. Even better, that now you had two pairs of modified earbuds, you could swipe which side you wanted to listen on. He figured it would be a good investment.

Sharing it while watching a movie on a laptop was one of his favourite times to spend with you. If you fell asleep, it would always be on his shoulder. If you cried, he would instantly console you. If you paused the film and removed your earbud because you had to go to the toilet, he would wait for you patiently whilst holding your side of the earbud until you returned.

He did not only share his wired earbuds with you when it was convenient. One time, on public transportation, you got yourself a seat, but not him. Instead of letting you stand with him, he insisted that you stay seated while he hunched himself down a little so that you did not have to strain your neck whilst wearing one of his earbuds with him.

One time, he tried sharing bluetooth earbuds with you in public. It took only a few minutes until the two of you were accidentally separated and he disliked it a lot. He never used his bluetooth earbuds since.

He would never, however, get an earbuds splitter. That meant the two of you could use two different wired earbuds and that meant putting a distance between the two of you. That meant when someone wanted to talk, they had to pause the music so the other could hear.

So, if someone asked why he preferred wired earbuds, his honest answer—though he might not say it out loud—would be that it got you closer together and it felt more intimate that way.

[peaches-creek]

“It’s actually fucking freezing out.”

“Bit chilly.” Is all he says

“Bit chilly? BIT CHILLY? My hands are fucking blue, LOOK!” You exclaim, showing him your hands.

“Mhm quite blue,” He says as he grabs one of your cold hands, “better?”

“A Bit” you huff.

He looks at you with a big bright smile, admiring your fake annoyed face, knowing that his actions just melted your cold heart.

Simon “ghost” Riley, CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne.

[wttcsms]

wttcsms winter writing week;

𝒘𝒕𝒕𝒄𝒔𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌

throughout the month of december, i’ll be gifting all of you fics! all fics combined will be well worth over 60k words of content + featuring a variety of characters to ensure everyone has at least one fic for their fave! happy holidays 🤍

DEC. 1, love cuts just like a knife (you make the knife feel so good)

pairing phillip graves x f!reader synopsis lover and victim are synonymous when it comes to those who fall into phillip graves’ trap. you learn this lesson a little bit too late. alternatively: an ambitious twenty-five year old graves will do anything for recognition and a promotion. even using you, a renowned general’s daughter, as a means to an end. collateral damage is insignificant when it comes to reaping the rewards of love and war, after all.  content contains age gap (reader is 19, phillip is 25), manipulation, loss of virginity, possessive sex, possessive!phillip, lovers to enemies, naive + inexperienced!reader, mentions of pregnancy, power imbalance, breeding kink, minor depictions of violence + blood, literally heavily inspired by taylor swift’s “all too well (10 min version)” + “would’ve, could’ve, should’ve” </3

DEC. 7, yours to keep

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader synopsis when your family is facing international death threats, your father requests security assistance to keep you safe. you’ll do anything to get rid of your brand new 6′4 shadow that follows you everywhere you go, but you underestimate just how far this soldier will go to follow orders; but when it comes time for him to move on to his next assignment, you find it harder to let him go. content contains diplomat’s daughter!reader, bodyguard!ghost, light degradation, praise kink, spanking, brat taming

DEC. 12, do you think i have forgotten about you?

pairing könig x f!reader synopsis when your father needs help securing his company’s biggest deal with the private military faction, kortac, you jump in with a solution. you’ll prove that your father has nothing but this group’s best interest in mind because family loyalty is practically unbreakable — and you’ll help him secure this supposedly unbreakable bond by calling in a favor with your childhood best friend: könig, who’s supposedly one of their best operators.  content contains weapons manufacturing company heiress!reader, childhood friends to strangers with a history to lovers, mutual pining, size kink, loss of virginity (for könig <3), marriage of convenience/contract marriage, forced proximity, oh no! there’s only one bed! muhahaha

DEC. 13, i know there’s a blade where your heart is (and you know how to use)

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader synopsis secret intelligence isn’t the usual career path for most individuals, but you’ve been born into it. trained to be the best, you find yourself as the only spy on task force 141. you don’t expect simon riley, one of the people you’ve had to play while on a mission, to be one of your teammates. alternatively: five times the two of you miss out on the chance to be together + the one time you two finally let the tension snap. content contains semi-slow burn romance, international spy!reader, forced proximity, almost lovers to enemies to reluctant allies to lovers (relationship status: it’s complicated), mutual pining, requited unrequited love, oh no! there’s only one bed!, overstimulation, size kink, clothed sex, semi-public sex

DEC. 14, i won’t ask you to stay if you don’t ask me to wait

pairing alejandro vargas x f!reader synopsis for as long as you can remember, alejandro has always been larger than life to you. growing up, he was the boy in the neighborhood who wasn’t scared of anything; he chased off the bullies for you, he killed the bugs for you, he’s the one that carried you on his back when you scraped your knee playing outside. but then he and rodolfo leave you behind to enlist in the army. they stopped visiting and stopped returning your letters, until eventually, they’re nothing but sweet memories from your childhood. one night, though, you open the loud banging on your front door, only to be greeted by the boy from your memories all grown up and wanting closure.  content contains slight angst, hurt/comfort, ambiguous ending, childhood friends to almost lovers to strangers to one night stand, unresolved feelings, requited unrequited love, mutual pining, childhood crushes, soft sex, possessive sex, breeding kink

DEC. 15, you’re out of touch, i’m out of time

pairing keegan p. russ x f!reader synopsis you work at a high-end brothel catering towards vile, rich men and brutal mercenaries. there are rules you girls must abide by, but the owner of your brothel fails to add some important guidelines: don’t fall in love with the masked sniper who treats you like the most precious thing in the world; do not help him in taking down this whole crooked organization; and absolutely do not run away with him to start a new life.  content contains possessive sex, possessive/obsessive!keegan, slightly forbidden romance (you are a sex worker at an enemy owned brothel, keegan is here to expose the owner and take down the whole operation), breeding kink, size kink/size difference, praise kink

DEC. 16, it will come back

pairing jason todd x f!reader synopsis you should’ve known better than to take in strays; that soft heart of yours is going to be the reason why you meet your early demise. alternatively: jason todd, your first love, comes back from the dead... after hearing about your engagement to someone who is most certainly not him. ouch. content contains socialite!reader, size kink/size difference, huge breeding kink, slight dubcon, possessive sex, possessive!jason, mentions of virginity loss/first time, jealous sex

DEC. 17, i thought the plane was going down (how’d you turn it right around?)

pairing kyle “gaz” garrick x f!reader synopsis five times kyle pretends like he’s not hopelessly in love with you and just plays off his not-so subtle confessions as a joke + the one time he admits to it being real.  content contains lovesick!gaz, weapons contract auditor!reader, mutual pining, gaz has got it bad for you, praise kink, sweet n soft sex, love confessions, gaz is a golden retriever bf confirmed, jealousy

DEC. 18, no more keepin’ score (now i just keep you warm)

pairing dick grayson x f!reader synopsis the two of you have never been the type to befriend the opposite sex without some sort of benefits being involved, but with the both of you too prideful to give in to the other yet too weak to stay away from each other, something’s gotta give eventually. alternatively: playboy extraordinaire dick grayson meets his match — and much to his dismay (and desire), you just might play the game better than he does. content contains womanizer!dick x maneater!reader, slowburn, banter, mutual pining but pride and arrogance gets in the way, play stupid games; win stupid prizes, this whole fic is so taylor swift coded, size kink, jealousy, possessive sex

+ potential surprises during the week of christmas 🤍

[zombie-hickey]

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" While riding their face.

[dcbinges]

"Two Comic Magazines You Can't Afford to Miss" from Flash Comics #12 (1940)

[stillinracooncity]

having days off is like … y'all, I would give one kidney and half of the other for a story with more than 10 chapters, enemies to lovers, drama, angst, mentions of a dark past, misunderstandings, detailed and explicit descriptions, character development, slow burn, fluffy little things, nsfw and jealousy. (send help) and links.

[captain-mj]

Celebration or Funeral

Graves invites the crew out to a bar for seemingly no reason and hopefully no ulterior motives.

Price was dumbfounded at the audacity honestly. Graves had sent out an invite to the 141 and Alejandro and Rodolfo. Even included plus ones if they had a partner to bring.

He didn't understand at all. It was so bizarre. The invitation was safe. They had a team to check for anthrax and the like. But everything had been given the seal of approval.

There was a time, date, location, even coordinates in case they didn't know the place. He had checked. It was a bar in Texas that was close enough to the border that the Los Vaqueros wouldn't have to travel too far from home. It was close to where they had chased Hassan originally.

The 141 would have to fly of course, but that's cause they were stationed in Urzikstan at the moment.

Price mentioned it offhandedly to Farah, planning to toss it out and never ever seeing that traitor again.

But Farah had smiled at him. "Oh! Yeah, Alex and I were going to go. I'm glad Phillip decided to invite you guys."

"Phillip? You guys are on first name basis now?"

She frowned at him, immediately looking displeased. "Price, remember what we talked about. We've been working together for a while now."

"You can't trust him."

"I never said I did. I simply ask you trust me." Farah huffed. "And I will be going to their outing. He does this with his closest Shadows often and Alex and I always have a nice time. Maybe you all need to come along. It might be good to clear the air since we will continue to work with each other."

Price really wished he could convince Farah to stop working with him, but if she insisted on doing so, he would be there. "Fine. I'll come."

The other three agreed to come immediately, not wanting Price to walk into an ambush, relatively, alone.

The plane ride was... uncomfortable to say the least.

Ghost was currently glowering at Alex who kept glancing over at him and grimacing. He'd sigh passive aggressively and Alex would turn around to glare at him back.

"And why are those two acting like jilted lovers?" Price aske Gaz and Soap.

"Oh, Alex said he and Graves had become friends and Ghost is made because the two of them and Alejandro are friends. He considers it a betrayal to their friendship." Gaz explained.

"Ah. Are you also upset, Soap? You did get shot."

Soap nodded. "Well. I am pissed. But with Makarov around, Graves helping Farah to fight him, and him betraying Shepherd to throw him under the buss, I'm trying to stay level headed about it."

It was a shockingly grounded take. Price wished he could do the same. Inside, the anger was too hot. Too volatile. He didn't know what it was about Graves that just got under his skin, but forgiveness wasn't on the table.

Honestly he wanted to just beat him into the ground. Hurt him like he had hurt Soap and Ghost in Los Almas. Like he had hurt the Vaqueros.

He felt like a rabid dog when he thought of it. Normally, he was so much better at keeping his emotions in check.

Farah patted him suddenly and he glanced up at her. "Do you want a drink, old man?"

"Yeah. I could use one." He stood up and followed her to the cabin. The plane used to be a private one, but it had been repurposed for Farah and her Freedom Fighters. It was better for long distances than a helicopter and it had better optics when they had to make speeches or talk with government operations.

Farah didn't keep much alcohol on board, but she did keep a thing of whiskey for the two of them to share. She poured them both a glass and he took it from her gratefully.

"I understand why you're upset."

"And I understand why you're working with him." Price interrupted. "I do. I promise. It's just an adjustment. Especially finding out you socialize with him."

"Mostly I socialize with Oz actually."

"Oz?"

"His second in command! He's great. Very cool. He's shown me how to play video games." Farah smiled so softly, almost like she was embarrassed.

Price smiled a little himself, thinking of Farah being... normal. She had fought for so long. Her entire childhood spent in hell. If she enjoyed spending time with this "Oz" guy, he must not be awful. "Okay. I'm going to give all of them a chance, alright?''

"Thank you, Price. I do appreciate it." Farah squeezed his arm. "Really. I hope we can all work amicably."

They settled back down with the others and rested for this rest of the plane ride.

The moment they touched down, Farah and Alex were quickly getting out. Price bit his tongue and hung back, the 141 one quickly following his lead, even though Gaz did glance at Alex and Alex did glance back.

"Try to play nice. No unnecessary fights." Price ordered, patting Gaz's back.

"Aye, Captain." Soap responded.

Ghost stayed very quiet, only giving the slightest nod.

"At ease."

They didn't really separate. Maybe it was unease at being on unfamiliar turf or the fact that they were all enemies.

Alejandro was smoking near his car, Rudy at his right. His body language shifted, relaxing at the same time the grin appeared on his face. "Hermanos!"

Soap smiled. "Alejandro, Rodolfo. Long time no see."

Alejandro grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. Soap did the same with Rodolfo.

Gaz nodded at them. "Colonel Vargas. Sergeant Major Parra."

"I feel we're on a first name by now, Sergeant Garrick." Rodolfo smiled at him. "Nice to see you again."

Alejandro nodded but jumped into business. "Our invitation said this was an... apology. You guy's mention anything about this?"

"No. Just an invitation."

"Interesting. Let's head inside."

The bar itself was full of people. It took Price a moment before he realized it, but, with the exception of the bartender, every person in the room was a Shadow. All of them were in civvies, but he recognized a few of them from chance in encounters. They all talked about their work with no issues.

Alex had a cowboy hat on. For some reason, this was something he noticed immediately. He was currently downing a pint, trying to drink it faster than a dark haired woman who was currently beating him.

Farah was chatting animatedly with a giant man with strange makeup on. HIs hair was set up a bit like a vikings would be. He was smiling at her and nodding excitedly.

Price didn't like it.

The giant man looked at him and quickly looked... embarrassed? It was an odd look on such a big man.

Farah followed his gaze and waved Price over. He quietly walked over, keeping an eye out on everyone. Most people were drunk or getting there so there weren't many threats.

Oz smiled at him, standing up. Price didn't like that he had to tilt his head up to look him in the eye.

"It is nice to meet you, Captain. You too, Colonel. The rest of you." Oz seemed unsure of himself.

"Oz, I'm assuming?"

"Yes, sir." Oz nodded.

Farah smiled. "We were talking about a game he showed me! It's called Terraria. It's so much fun!"

"Now, Osmond." There was that familiar accent. Graves was smiling, looking... stupidly casual. A flannel shirt, tight jeans, a belt buckle. A walking stereotype of American. "Please tell me you haven't converted Farah to your nerdy shit."

"Hey!" Farah defended him. "It's fun!"

Graves shook his head, a bright blush on his face from intoxication. "Whatever you say, ma'am." He looked at them. For a moment, he made eye contact with Price and it was like a lightning bolt. But then his eyes skipped right over to him to Alejandro. He took a deep breath. "It's nice to see you again, Colonel. And you, Sergeant Major."

"The feeling is not mutual."

Graves stepped a bit closer, on the very edge of his personal space. "Alright. Hit me."

Alejandro frowned.

"One free hit. Consider it the start of us getting even with each other. There's no guns in here. No one is going to stop you and I'm not going to hit you back. So, hit me."

Alejandro weighed his options for a split second before socking Graves so hard on the side of his jaw that Oz had to catch him before he stumbled.

Graves took a split second, blinking involuntary tears from his eyes. He faced him again. "Great. Your drinks are on us." Despite the freshly blooming bruise, he still managed a rather charming smile.

Alejandro shook his head but stepped back. Rudy didn't.

"Only fair I let you have one, yeah?" Graves smiled right before Rodolfo hit him hard in the stomach.

"Stay out of Los Almas." Rudy hissed to him.

"I was planning on it, amigo." Graves managed to straighten up after a minute. "You four aren't getting a hit."

"Gonna let me shoot you later?" Soap growled at him.

Graves laughed. "Nah. Have as many shots as you want though." He nodded at them and walked away, clearly hurting a little but playing it off.

Price ordered the most expensive whiskey available. He downed a shot, keeping an eye on Graves as he went to each table. His hands touched every Shadow's shoulder. It was a light touch but Price recognized it. He did the same thing when the 141 came back from missions. A light touch to let him know they were alive.

"John." Simon muttered. "How are we feeling?"

"I'm following the Colonel's lead. He seems to be trying to run up a tab. I'm going to do the same. Farah also seems... happy. A normal friendship outside of the military will be good for her. Or as close as this is."

Ghost nodded and sat next to him. They observed them for a good minute before Gaz slunk to Price's other side. Soap was mingling.

There was country music playing. It sounded modern, but Price didn't exactly listen to the genre. He sighed and ordered another whiskey, hoping to keep himself just drunk enough to relax but not so drunk he couldn't fight.

As the songs flipped through, Price got tipsy enough to mildly enjoy himself. His friends had left him at some point, not too far away, just around.

Something came on the radio and Graves climbed on to a table. The top few buttons of his shirt had been undone and he was panting a little bit.

"Turn that motherfucker off!"

"Come on, Graves it's just one song!"

"No! I've hated that motherfucker for ages and suddenly he wants to prounce around like a little bastard. That motherfuckers went to a fucking private school! Get his ass off my radio!" Graves hissed.

Price swallowed thickly. Maybe it was the whiskey, of which he was a few glasses down. Maybe it was the sudden anger and passion in his face. But he felt flushed from more than alcohol.

The next song, which sounded like a love ballad to him, seemed to please Graves who started to sing along. Despite the table being wooden, it held his weight as he stomped his boots on it. He smiled brightly as he did and someone handed him a whiskey bottle to drink during the chorus.

Price made eye contact with him and quickly glanced around to talk to his team.

HIs team which was not there.

Ghost and Simon had started to banter, making fun of people in the room despite never looking away from each other.

Gaz, who now had that cowboy hat on, had gotten swept up in Alex, the two of them currently dancing. Alex was a little out of step, his prosthetic leg probably making it harder.

Farah was now dancing with one of the pretty Shadows. The two of them twirling around.

Even Alejandro and Rodolfo were staring at each other, Rudy's hand was on Alejandro's chest.

Fuck. He didn't have anyone around.

Price looked back up at Graves who had looked away but somehow a few more of his buttons had come undone. His head tilted back, showing off a pretty neck. Fuck, his chest was heaving, breath puffing out of him.

They were making eye contact again. Graves licked his bottom lip and drank more of his whiskey.

Price got up and went to the bathroom. He took off his hat for a moment and splashed his face with water to try to sober up a little.

"Price." That fucking accent sounded from behind him. Maybe he should've hid in one of the stalls. But that would've felt juvenile.

"Graves." He looked in the mirror at him.

The man smiled. "Sorry if I'm interrupting. You alright?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Price growled out, watching those red cheeks got redder.

Graves shrugged a little. "Don't know. Maybe I'm projecting on ya a little." He looked away, drinking more of the bottle.

"I'm angry."

"is it all at me?"

"No. Not just you." Price sighed and straightened up. He walked over until he was standing over him. Graves straightened up a little but he let Price take the bottle from his hand. His eyes followed his lips as he took a long drink.

Graves sighed. "Good?"

"Cheap tasting." Price tried to tease him, but it fell flat.

The pretty blue eyes peering up at him wouldn't let him go. It was infuriating. He found himself leaning down, lips pressing against Graves's, tasting the whiskey off of them. His tongue darted out to deepen it. For a blissful moment, his mouth opened up to let Price in.

Then he was turning away. "This isn't going to fuck up your team, is it?"

Price blinked and it was like reality slammed into him. "It is."

Graves smiled sadly. "John, I'd love to. But I'd be a right ass fucking up what you got going on. I think I've done enough damage."

"It'd feel great. God, I'd treat you right."

He laughed and Price felt his stomach clench. The rest of the whiskey bottle was slipped into his hand. They shared another kiss, tongues chasing each other.

"If you're sober, and still want to, go ahead and call me."

[shyjusticewarrior]

Woke: Jason wears Wonder Woman merch cause she's badass.

Bespoke: Jason wears Jay Garrick Flash merch cause they have the same name.

[caryae-cmsvgp]

asks / requests for CoD (Call of Duty) amd Batfam are open!

I want to try writing little stories for fun and to train my skills. You can ask for any character, and I’ll try to answer the best that I can. I’ll probably take a bit of time but have hang on with me!

Send them in the Mail button!

Rules: (I am not comfortable with the tagged 'no')

no explicit nsfw

female reader or gen reader

any race

no dubcon / non con

angst and gore

character death

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

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