#HE IS TRUSTING SUPERMAN TO KEEP YOU SAFE WHILE HE IS TRUSTING YOU TO WATCH OVER GOTHAM

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC X DP Fic idea: Retired-Rouge.

Danny gets into making teddy bears. He didn't start that way; honestly, he was mostly trying to fix Bearbert Einstein after his mom accidentally burnt him with a misfired ray gun.

Jazz had broken down into tears, and it had ripped apart his heart and his core to see her so distressed. He went to the local- and only- fabric store in Amity Park to find materials and try to repair his sister's beloved teddy bear when his mom's attempts to fix the bear only made him look worse.

Just his luck that the only fabric shop for miles around was Weston Fabrics and that the person manning the cashier was Wes himself. The other boy had nearly thrown him out when Danny walked in, but thankfully his older brother Kyle had talked Wes down and helped Danny find fabrics for Bearbert.

Surprisingly, Wes had even helped him set up one of their sewing stations to get started on Bearbert.

The strange part was when Danny turned the machine on and found his hands moving independently. As if he had been doing it for years, he expertly put together the bear and even went through the other fabrics to make him new outfits. Wes had watched the whole time, raising a brow when Danny got up to pay.

"Thought you didn't know how to sew?"

"I thought so too. Must be a ghost thing." Danny replied then smirked as the redhead glared.

"A ghost thing?" Wes all but sneers. He still trying to expose Danny as Phantom and had yet to get proof, even with Danny teasing him in the open. As it were, Kyle, who was unpacking new needles rolled his eyes behind the red hair teenager.

"Yeah, since I have a protection core as Phantom, it sometimes transfers into my human side. Do you know how teddy bears guard children at night against bad dreams? Same thing"

Wes pauses, then slowly blinks; he whispers with a small baffled smile, "That's kind of adorable. A teddy bear to keep you safe through the night."

And Danny? He didn't mean to, but he found Wes sort of hot at that moment. Not the Wow, that guy is a celebrity hot but a Be careful who you call ugly in middle school because Puberty made them delicious over the summer break hot.

He will admit that he returned to Weston Fabrics to flirt more with Wes and made so many teddy bears as a disguise. The good news was that all his works were a hit, and even some kids at school started asking for special commissions when word got around about the special Nightmerica teddy bear he made for Sam's birthday.

He makes money, gets a boyfriend, and when he donates the teddy bears to a local hospital, he discovers a new power. Through items he made himself, Danny can send waves of comforting energy to the people around the item, like a miniature zen distributor. The patients that have his toys start to show greater rest from both nightmares and lower anxiety, depression, and general sadness.

He lets Wes name this power, which later becomes the name of his teddy bear business- Phantom Relief. After dating for two years and graduating, both boys agree the spark had been lost but remain good friends. Danny takes his thriving teddy bear-making skills to his new college in Gotham while Wes leaves for Star City.

In Gotham is where things get....stranger. See, Danny knows someone new to the city will never truly understand a city's problems. But the rapid amount of homeless kids is so shocking he starts making clothes and blankets to try and give them out because they shouldn't be out there freezing like that! He even tries passing along some teddy bears to them, hoping to soothe their pain with some Zen waves.

The key word is tries.

Gotham kids do not trust or like free handouts. Danny burst into tears when a thirteen-year-old asked if he wanted the kid to use his hand or mouth in exchange for the new blanket. The street kid seemed surprised when Danny was horrified by the question. No one else found it strange, the kid said, wrapped in a Superman blanket that Danny made only a day before, it's just how things are done around here.

The worst part is the homeless thirteen-year-old is right. Everywhere he looks, Danny finds more people needing protection- physically, emotionally, and mentally. Gotham is just filled with people suffering. He couldn't keep up. It's tearing him apart trying to help everyone.

His core feels like it will burst from all the overloaded cries of help it can pick up. One night Danny can't take it anymore, so he shifts into Phantom and flies out to the old Drake manner, abandoned since Janet Drake's murder, where the cries are muffled, and dials Wes' number with shaking hands.

His ex picks up listens to his sobs and tells him "You can't save people who don't want to be saved. But you can try to reach them in a way they understand."

It's precisely what he needs to hear.

Ancients, but he misses the man sometimes. Why did Danny ever let Wes Weston go? Well, as they say, Right person, wrong time. Maybe that was why.

So Danny decided the only way to get to Gotham was to be like Gotham. And who were the people that dramatically changed the city with every random plot? With every random heist?

Gotham Rogues.

So all Phantom had to do was become one, which shouldn't be too hard since people in Amity Park still debated if he was good or not years later. He fixes up his Phantom suit to something more Gotham villain, keeping the colors but removing the jumpsuit and adding a suit and vest alongside a mask and two giant needles.

He appears in Crime Alley- because that's where the most cries come from- and just challenges everything and everyone to take the area from him. He fights off so many gangs- even Red Hood, who puts up a great fight- but after the dust settles, he now runs the place.

He then starts- fixing the place. Starts sending out clothes for the homeless, starts fixing up buildings, gives Phantom Reflief out-teddy bears to kids, fake emulates to adults, starts sending the gang kids back to school, forces landlords to lower the housing, and illegally makes everyone get along.

He spreads his tyranny to the rest of the city, fighting the good and bad sides of the law. The bats give him one hell of a challenge, but Danny beat the Ghost King when he was an untrained brat. This is nothing. Batman gets better with every fight, and so do his associates.

Things look good until the Joker tries him too much when the clown somehow gets to Wes. Has the love of his life tied to a bomb with enough Joker Venom to fill half the city, and Danny sees red.

When he comes to, it's to Wes holding him in his arms, whispering reassurances, and Joker nothing but a smear on the ground. Danny can't live with what he's done; he runs away, shifts into his human side, and vows to never be Phantom again.

After four years of peace due to Phantom's hostile takeover, Gotham mourns the loss but doesn't fall into so much crime now that the ghost crime lord is gone. Danny thinks he's done his job and chooses to melt into the background. He opens a little shop for fabrics and custom-made teddy bears.

Wes finds him, agrees to try and rekindle their love, and a year later agrees to the marriage.

All is well until seventeen-year-old Tim Drake strolls into his fabric shop. Clutching a superboy teddy bear, he gave a shivering fourteen-year-old the first week as Phantom Gotham Villain with a stern look in his eye.

"Phantom- I need you to help me find Batman, who is lost in time, or I will expose your secret identity to the rest of Gotham."

Well, shit.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Wes Weston/Danny Fenton #Tim Drake blackmails his way #Danny became a villain to illegally get people to get along. #He's retired now! #And gotham 's dangerous rate went down 60% thanks to his efforts #No the bats still don't know who he is besides Tim #Danny is too old for this shit

[yanderes-galore]

Honestly, the Injustice version of Batman is one of my favorites, can I ask for a romantic concept of him if that's okay? Thx!

I can try! He's probably not too different from the usual Batman :)

General Yandere Batman Concept Here

Yandere! Batman/Bruce Wayne Concept

(INJUSTICE)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Paranoia, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Dubious relationship, Stalking.

Batman would overall be the same as he is in his general concept.

What changes here is the plot, the background.

Batman has a lot more to worry about when it comes to his darling in this situation.

He's nervous to lose you to The Regime.

That or Brainiac if we are going that far into Injustice 2.

This Batman's biggest fear is the idea of losing you to another faction.

He's still oblivious to the pain and neglect he may cause you while trying to protect you, just like his usual universe.

I feel this Batman is more prone to kidnapping/isolating you in the Batcave rather than watching you from the shadows.

He'd try to take things slower if he could but the recent events harm his mental state.

Think about what Injustice! Batman has gone through in the entire series?

Think of the games, think of the comics...

By the time he's isolating you he's already lost Damian to The Regime and begins to wonder if you'll leave too.

Even if we talk about the time between Injustice 1 and 2, he'd still feel a bit insecure at the idea of letting you out of his sight.

I'd call this Batman more paranoid than the others.

Can't really blame him as this is a version who has been through more trauma than your average Batman.

He feels safest if his darling is in the Batcave with him, right by his side and in sight.

You are probably one of the only things keeping Bruce together during this entire journey.

Batman is not typically an affectionate yandere, still isn't but there's times he just needs to hold you.

He needs reassurance that he won't lose you to another side.

He understands you may not like being in hiding all the time, even before the "relationship" between you, yet in his eyes it keeps you safe.

Be it a rogue Superman, a new criminal group, or a deranged alien obsessed with collecting... as Batman he promises to keep you safe.

He just hopes you trust him.

This Batman does seem like the type to convince his darling to stay on his side if they have doubts.

If you like another faction or begin to distrust Batman due to his behavior, he'll try his best to convince you he's on the right side and doing the right thing.

If he felt you were going to try and leave him I can see him caging you.

He hates the idea of you leaving him because you don't believe in him.

Ironically, locking you up in a cage is his solution, as if it doesn't confirm your thoughts of dissent towards him.

I feel Batman is really trying to protect and love you in his own strange way.

He's just stubborn and oblivious to the fact his way is not always the right way.

Superman isn't much better in this series if I'm being honest.

He has a tendency to not listen to your attempts to reason with him and just expects you to listen to him.

He does what he does because he loves you.

He still never kills, but he will defend you with his life.

He doesn't care if the only way to keep you is isolation with just him to monitor you.

Batman has seen what this world has become.

You'd die out there with The Regime, The Society, and Brainiac.

You're safest here with him, in his arms in a pleasant kiss, even if you never wanted it.

#yandere dc #yandere dc comics #yandere injustice #yandere injustice 2 #yandere batman #yandere bruce wayne

[cerealboxlore]

i just remembered another small idea for de-aged billy thats been playing in my head

so like billy’s been very bitter around the league for the whole time they’ve seen him de-aged and end up taking him out of the watchtower for whatever reason (or he finds a way to leave himself if the league doesn’t let him because they think it’s unsafe for him or whatever) and villainous shenanigans ensue, theres a lot of damage and a very, very, scared child

of course our dear billy goes to help said child (maybe the league try to stop him since they don’t think he can comfort the child in his current bitter state but can’t really stop him?) and that’s the first time they really see captain marvel in him

like they’ve seen his physical similarities (eyes, hair, ect.) but now they see him put on a big cheesy grin for this kid, his posture becomes so much more open and friendly, and he just manages to look like he can handle anything despite the fact that by all means a boy so malnourished should not look that way

i also imagine that the way he talks suddenly holds so much wisdom and kindness (he was very mean to the league lol)

also it’d be so cool if the moment the child’s safe and out of sight he just switches up immediately and looks so weary and tired, the moment he notices the league so much as glance at him funny he switches again to super feral

(seems i had more to say than i thought dear cereal)

I always love answering your asks, sorry that I end up procrastinating so much!

Now time to cook this baby 🔥

De-aged Billy (but not really) is one of my favorite things ever, and it brings forth so many opportunities for this small child to open up and talk about his traumas and problems to the world. (Once more people has seen the newest movie I will be creating my own post about Billy's traumas and how they affect him despite being coined as the immature, childish superhero by every other superhero in his world.) But the beauty and tragedy about Billy having every opportunity and chance to open up and be vulnerable with others, is that he's too scared. Too convinced that what he wants to discuss isn't going to be important to others and that his problems are his problems alone to face and conquer, when he's just a kid. A kid who's grown up too fast for his own good.

I imagine if the league tries to keep little mortal Billy Batson in the watch tower, he'd definitely try and fly the coop. The zeta beams, trying to hitch a ride with another hero back home, or just straight up using a spell he saved to float in a hamster bubble back to Earth in space. (Superman stopped him from that last one).

Ultimately deciding on letting this small and feral child version of Captain Marvel outside in his own city for some fresh air is the smart decision. There may be some of his villains looking for him for any opportunity to strike at him, but I trust that the Justice League wouldn't leave him alone without a partner/chaperone, as they joked. It was supposed to be just Billy and Green Arrow accompanying him while things got sorted out.

Unfortunately Plastic Man hitched a ride on the zeta beam at the last second and completely threw plans WAY off.

They end up getting spotted by a villain, Dr. Sivana possibly, and things get messy, as you said. Green Arrow shoots down his mechanical dummies while Plastic Man deals with dangling the bald man upside down a lamp post. But the catastrophic effect to the clean and nice street was evident. Buildings were crashed into and torn apart by Dr. Sivana, nearly killing off innocent civilians, had it not been for Billy Batson guiding them to safety routes and easing their escapes.

In the chaos of it all, I like to believe that Billy will still find calmness and ease in it, after living a life so full of it for so long. He'd still remain focused, especially when he hears the cries of a familiar voice. A classmate.

They don't know that he's secretly Captain Marvel, and he doesn't know their name. But what does that matter? They're both kids. They're both too young for any of this to be happening to them. Guiding them away from all the falling debris and rubble, Billy keeps his classmate calm enough to bring them away from the dangers of the battle close to them.

Green Arrow and Plastic Man manged to shoot/sneak a concerned and worried look over to their supposed de-aged teammate's way, only to be surprised when they see that Billy is smiling as confidently and with his big cheesey grin as before.

That's when they realize. Even if it wasn't real or a moment in bad vision, it felt like Billy's shoulders were much broader than they seemed. Like the weight of the world was on his shoulders more than they should have been, but that the boy would never complain and only ask for more weight to hold in return. Just like their regular Cap.

It's strange. They never noticed this side of Captain Marvel before. They were meeting so many new sides of him in just one day, despite knowing him for years at this point. Just how much of their friend had they not known?

"Hey, come on, hold my hand! I'll get you out of this, maybe you'll still have time to help give me the math homework answers for tomorrow!"

"B-but! I'm too scared to move!! Everything is falling, a-and I-"

"It's going to be alright. You have to make the first step if you want to keep moving forward. I'll be with you, I promise. Let's get out of here. Together."

At the end of the terrible, no good, very bad day for Billy Batson, and Dr. Sivana is dealt with and his classmate is sent home to their family safe and sound, Billy just collapses, intending to hit the grass and sleep off everything, had it not been for the swift and caring stretched arms of Plastic Man catching him in time.

Billy wants to argue and maybe even tries to scratch at Plastic Man to let him go, but Plastic Man is already swinging and rocking him in the air in his super stretched arms, singing loudly and annoyingly an out of pitch made up lullaby.

Green Arrow gets them zeta beamed back to the watch tower before Plastic Man can start on the next chorus, but at least they were able to give the de aged Captain Marvel some free time for once (even if that was ruined halfway through).

Billy looks so peaceful and soft when sleeping. Malnourished and scruffy, yes, but right now, he was safe, and that was all that mattered. They'd figure out how to age him back to normal soon, and Billy would find a way to get out of this troublesome situation....eventually. But for now? Billy can enjoy this well-earned sleep.

Whew. It feels like I had a lot more to say than I thought, Markus.

#This was such a lovely ask #Tysm #I love answering asks #ask me anything! #Billy batson #dc captain marvel #Shazam #justice league #oliver queen #green arrow #patrick o'brian #plastic man #Funny things happen when you're traumatized and sleep deprived #Go Billy Batson Go #Billy Batson getting burned out is also one of my favorite things #If you see spelling errors #No you didn't #Also #We need to see more uncommon Justice League Co-Workers/friends team ups #That's all for now #Send me more asks anytime!

[eliemo]

Leap of Faith

Summary: Bruce knows this is how things will always go. No matter what he does, no matter how good he tries to be, no matter how safe he might feel for a few precious weeks, it will always come back to this. It's his fault, anyway. He should have known better than to make Superman so angry.

Notes: Superbat fic, tw for past abuse, brief misunderstandings, and panic attacks. Also I'm gonna tag @superbattrash because their writing is phenomenal and reading it inspired me to start posting here <3

“You’re angry.” 

Batman knew it was the wrong thing to say the second Superman's shoulders tensed, the skin around his eyes tightening, turning on Bruce with his face twisted in indigent fury, an expression so few ever got to see on Clark, on the calm and collected symbol of hope. 

It was a painfully human reaction. Bruce felt his heart drop.

“Thank you, world’s greatest detective,” Clark snapped, southern drawl leaking into steely words. “Yes, I’m angry, Bruce. What were you thinking?” 

“I was thinking that we needed to neutralize the threat,” Bruce said, keeping his voice even, holding onto his authority by a thread. Keeping himself blank. “So I neutralized it.” 

“We had a plan!” 

“Sometimes plans need to change,” Batman said, grateful beyond words for the cowl hiding his face, keeping his fear safely hidden away. “So I changed it.” 

“It was your plan.”

“And it wasn’t working.” Bruce snapped his mouth shut, carefully schooling his features back into something unreadable. 

This wasn’t a debate, and it wasn’t an argument with the team in the Watchtower’s meeting room. This was Bruce and Clark, alone in Batman’s quarters, Bruce sitting on the edge of the bed still wrapped in his cape as he watched Superman pace. 

‘Get a room,’ Green Lantern had quipped when their shouting match had gotten out of hand upon the League’s return, oblivious to the way Bruce had gone stiff. ‘The mission was successful, let the rest of us celebrate while you two lovebirds dish it out.’ 

Bruce hadn’t said another word, heart hammering away in his chest as Clark had bid his teammates a terse goodbye and stalked down the hallway, clearly expecting Batman to follow.

A month ago, Bruce might have refused. He would have scowled and planted his feet or gone off in the other direction, refusing to indulge Superman’s anger over something so pointless.

But things were different now. They’d been different since they’d both put their stubbornness aside and finally talked, since Bruce had let go of his past for the first time and trusted someone to catch him when he fell, since Clark had held his face like something fragile. Bruce still wasn’t sure which one of them had gathered the courage to close the distance between them first. It hardly mattered, in his opinion. 

Things were good, better than they’d been in a long time. He’d already done enough to ruin that tonight.

 So Bruce didn’t argue, following Clark through the Watchtower halls without a sound, his cape trailing behind him like a shadow. 

He hadn’t gone to remove any of his armor when they made it to his quarters, a futile attempt to protect himself as much as he could, sitting numbly on his bed, too exhausted to stay on his feet, carefully watching Superman’s every move. 

He knew how this worked- he may not be the charismatic flirt he played up in front of the cameras, but Clark was far from his first. None of them had been Clark, none of them as gentle or patient or kind, none of them knowing both sides of his life, but Bruce had enough experience to know a partner’s anger was always the same. 

He knew what to expect, as sick and helpless as it made him feel. 

But Clark had to understand that he couldn’t do that, didn’t he? Bruce could and would (and had, countless times) have taken it from another man his size, from a woman smaller than him, from the furious daughter to the demon head herself. He’d had worse every night under the cowl, he knew to hold still and let them do what they wanted when they were angry. It was only fair. 

But this was Superman. And as much as Bruce hated to admit it, loathed letting anyone see for a second that he was anything less than infallible, he couldn’t take that kind of strength. Not from a raging Kryptonian who could break all of his bones with one hand. 

Clark could kill him in his outrage, and they both knew Bruce wouldn’t fight back even if he could. 

Clark couldn't do this. He couldn’t. He wasn’t Vicki, he wouldn’t just slap and hit and leave bruises and cuts to be covered up with long sleeves and concealer and a smile for the camera. He wasn’t Talia, so close to Bruce’s equal in strength, always angry, always in control. 

There was a part of him that knew the pain of Superman’s touch wasn’t even what he was most afraid of. He couldn’t handle that kind of treatment this time no matter how much he deserved it, all because it would come from Clark Kent. 

Clark, who had been nothing but kind and gentle and sweet when Bruce deserved anything but. Who held Bruce like he was precious, not broken beyond repair, fit to shatter at the wrong words. 

It was a kindness he’d never had, not like this, and everything they’d built was coming undone, crumbling right before his eyes because Bruce couldn’t help but break everything he touched. This was how it always went. 

“The plan wasn’t working,” Bruce said again, careful to keep the tremble out of his voice. “So I tried something else. And it worked.” 

“You didn’t say anything.” 

“There wasn’t time,” Bruce argued, well aware of how dangerous a move it was. “People were dying, Clark.” 

“You could have died!” 

“I was fine.” He took a steadying breath, white knuckle grip on the comforter beneath him, back kept ramrod straight. He wondered if Clark was listening to his heartbeat, slamming against his ribs like it was trying to break free, the only give away to his terror threatening to spill over. “I’m always fine.” 

“And one day you won’t be,” Clark said, arms crossed over his chest. Bruce felt like he was going to throw up. “You’re the one who always says we have to work as a team, Bruce. You could have gotten someone seriously hurt today.” 

He set aside every defiant outburst, every snide comment, every argument or challenge he usually would have hurled at Superman in a desperate attempt to keep the higher ground. 

“I know,” he said instead, staring straight ahead, jaw clenched tight. He sounded robotic. “I’m sorry.” 

There was a beat of silence, and Bruce could imagine the surprise on Clark’s face, Superman fighting to keep his anger in check. When he spoke again, his tone had only become colder, icy words like knives to Batman’s chest. “Are you? Or are you just saying that so I’ll drop it?” 

Bruce didn’t grace him with a response, raising his head silently in a last show of defiance, staring straight ahead at the hero in front of him without a word. 

Clark’s eyes darkened, a dangerous crease between his eyebrows, and Bruce’s heart skipped a beat when he started forward, shoulders stiff. 

The dam broke and all of Bruce’s defenses came rushing back like a flood, the Bat jerking back with an almost animalistic snarl. “Don't.” 

Clark rolled his eyes, brow furrowing in annoyed confusion as he took a step towards the bed anyway, unfurling his arms from the symbol on his chest. “Bruce, I’m just-” 

“If you hit me I’m leaving,” Bruce spat, holding himself so rigid he thought something might break before Clark even got his hands on him, breaths coming too quick, too frantic. “I swear to god, Clark. Don’t.” 

Clark’s movements stopped in the blink of an eye, Bruce’s gaze dropping to Clark’s boots, breathless as he held perfectly still, bracing himself. 

“What?” 

Clark’s voice sounded like a whisper, like he’d lost all the strength to project his anger, far away and small even in the limited space of Bruce’s quarters. 

“I mean it,” Bruce said, but his voice was shaking. He couldn’t breathe. “I’ll go. I’ll walk out right now. You… I’ll go back to the manor and the League will never see me again.” Like Clark wasn’t blocking the door. Like his partner wasn’t an immovable wall. “I- you can’t. They need me.”  

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d let someone see him like this, unraveling like a ball of yarn, helpless to the fear he was supposed to have mastered years ago. 

Alfred a handful of times, Bruce clutching him like a lifeline, shaking and sobbing and holding on like the word was going to rip him away too. 

Dick once, when a fight had gotten out of hand, when he hadn’t been able to convince his son to leave before his father fell apart in front of him. 

And now Clark, standing just a few feet away, watching Bruce spew panicked lies and bargains in a last ditch effort to protect himself. Because they were lies, they both knew that. Bruce wouldn’t go anywhere, no matter how much it hurt. 

“Bruce-” 

“Please,” came spilling out before he could stop it, chest unbearably tight. He hated this- hated his masks and walls falling away so easily, hated that he couldn’t just sit here and take it. “Kal, please.” 

It was pointless. He knew it was pointless- Bruce couldn’t do a damn thing to change this. He wouldn’t fight or argue once it started, reduced down to nothing, silenced by fear and pain. Because he deserved it. He knew this was how things went. This was how things would always go.

No matter what he did, no matter how good he tried to be, no matter how safe he might feel for a few precious weeks, it would always come back to this. This was the way things were for him.  

He’d done this to himself. 

Bruce couldn’t lift his gaze, completely frozen in his pathetic hunched over position, but he saw Clark move towards the bed, crossing the room with silent strides.

“No.” Bruce curled in on himself, holding out a trembling gloved hand like it would make a difference, squeezing his eyes shut as Superman approached. “Clark-” 

He cut himself off with a choked gasp when something touched the side of his mask, warm knuckles brushing the bare skin of Bruce’s jaw just under the cowl, and Batman flinched, waiting for the pain, for the snapping of bone, for more anger, more yelling. 

“Bruce.” It never came. Bruce couldn’t breathe. “Can you look at me? Come on, B. Please.” 

He couldn’t stop shaking, chest squeezing in panic at Clark’s voice (He didn’t sound angry anymore. Bruce didn’t understand the point of tricking him like this.) but he nodded nonetheless, the motion jerky and uncoordinated, and carefully lifted his head, vision hazy and unfocused, waiting for the first hit. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Clark said, unbearably soft, his hand still harmlessly cupping Bruce’s cheek. “Deep breaths, you’re alright. It’s alright.” 

Bruce shook his head, ears ringing. “Just get it over with.”

“Bruce.” Clark sounded pained, like he was the one who’s been struck and Bruce went perfectly still. “I’m not going to hurt you, I… I wasn’t going to hit you.”

“You’re mad.” 

“I’m frustrated right now,” Clark said carefully, too slowly, deflating a bit at the doubtful glance Bruce sent his way. “I can be angry at you and still control myself, B. I’d never… hey, look at me. I’d never do that to you. I… Jesus, Bruce I could kill you. I wouldn’t do that to anyone, you know that.” 

Bruce nodded, still in that pathetic hunched over position, shaking hands clutching at his cape like someone was going to rip it away from him. He nodded, once, struggling to bring himself back down to earth. “I know.” Clark still had a hand on his face, his thumb gently tracing the seams of the cowl, and Bruce took a shaky breath. “I know. I just thought… because it’s me-” 

“What do you mean, because it’s you?” Clark was crouching down beside the bed, suddenly eye level with Bruce, eyes brimming with enough concern to wash away the anger completely. “Why would that make a difference?” 

Bruce glared, wondering if Clark was just playing dumb to confuse him more, suddenly desperate to regain what little control he could have in this situation. “Stop asking stupid questions.” 

“It’s not a stupid question,” Clark said, carefully moving Bruce’s face back when he tried to turn away with a scowl. “Hey-” 

“I’m Batman, Clark,” Bruce snapped, yanking his face away and immediately missing the warmth of Clark’s hand. “I can take a hit. No matter what happens to me, I’ve had worse. If I deserve it, it’s fine. Really.”

Clark blinked, momentarily reminding Bruce of a kicked puppy. Bruce wished he’d just slap him. “B, that’s not-” 

“It’s not fair to you,” Bruce said, the words spilling out before he could think better of interrupting. “It isn’t fair that you can’t hurt me when I’m…you know. Like this. If you can’t hurt me I should at least be easier to deal with.”

“Bruce-” 

“I’m sorry,” Bruce said. “I mean it this time. I’m sorry. You’re angry, you’re allowed to be I just… I’ve never dated anyone stronger than me. You… it’s my fault that I can’t take it. I’m not strong enough, I- I didn’t know how bad it was going to hurt and I just… I panicked. I’m not supposed to do that.” He was talking too much, making excuses and spiraling downward, still cornered on the bed, and suddenly his chest felt unbearably heavy. “This isn’t fair to you. This isn’t… you were mad, and I can’t-” 

“Bruce, you need to breathe,” Clark was saying, frantic, and Bruce flinched when Superman’s hands were suddenly on his shoulders. “I’m not going to hurt you, it’s just me. It’s just me, sweetheart. Breathe with me, okay? Come on, B. You need to breathe.”

Bruce hadn’t realized he’d stopped, but the weight on his chest was growing heavier and heavier, an ice cold vice wrapping around his throat. There was an awful sounding wheeze in his ear, the noise rapid and panicked, and it took him a moment to understand it was his own breathing in his ears. 

He was panicking, losing himself to the grip of another anxiety attack and he hadn’t even realized it. Clark shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be forced to take care of Bruce when he’d done nothing but piss him off all day. 

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, the sound nothing but a choked off gasp. “Clark-”

“Don’t be sorry,” Clark said. He lifted one hand from Bruce’s shoulder, slowly, looking a bit like he wanted to bolt when Bruce flinched again. “Hey, it’s okay. Just copy my breathing, okay? Just like this, B. I’m right here with you.” 

Bruce’s hand was being moved, handled like he was being made of glass. His palm found Clark’s chest, felt the steady rise and fall of his deliberately slow breathing and his heartbeat under unbreakable skin. 

“Breathe with me,” Clark instructed, but his voice was gentle. “Just like that, there you go. Focus on me. You’re safe, you’re okay.” 

Bruce nodded, desperate to do something right, clutching the material of the Superman suit and fighting to follow the steady pattern. His frantic breathing was getting caught in his throat, vision blurring as his eyes grew hot,  choking on his own gasps and wheezes as he struggled to pull himself back together. 

“I’m sorry,” he said again, and a distant part of him was almost amused at the idea of the rest of the league balking at the idea that he even knew how to say those words. “I can’t-” 

“You’re okay,” Clark said, voice unbearably soft. “Hey, can I take this off?” 

It took Bruce a moment to understand what Clark was asking, his free hand hovering just inches from the cowl, and another before he worked up the courage to give a jerky nod, hunching his shoulders as the mask was carefully removed. 

“Oh, honey.” 

There was no way to hide anymore, no way to deny his red rimmed eyes and soaking wet cheeks. His breath caught on another hiccupping gasp, dropping his gaze as he broke off into a wrenching sob. 

Clark was pulling him forward, slow and gentle, and as soon as Bruce found himself resting against his boyfriend, strong arms wrapped around his back, everything came flooding out all at once. 

He held onto Clark like someone was going to tear them apart while he cried, heaving sobs escaping against his will, his own pathetic cries echoing against the steel walls, thrown right back in his face over and over again. He curled forward, Superman’s cape in his grasp, melting into the embrace, crying until his throat was sore and there was nothing left. 

“You’re okay,” Clark said, over and over again, holding him tight. “You’re safe. You’re safe, sweetheart. I’m here, you’re okay.” 

Superman didn’t loosen his hold until Bruce leaned back, shaky and weak and completely drained. Clark dropped his arms and Bruce dropped his eyes to his lap, shame coloring his cheeks, breaths slower now but still uneven and short. 

Clark carefully laced their fingers together, gently squeezing Bruce’s hand. “Can you look at me?” 

There was a part of Bruce that still expected to be hit, heart still leaping into his throat at the simple request. But the paranoia was dissipating after the cry, the past fading back to nothing more than the past, and he was too tired to risk another argument, carefully lifting his head until he was looking back at Clark. 

“Listen to me,” Clark said, with all the steady confidence of Superman, unwavering and grounded. “I will never hit you, Bruce. Not out of anger, not out of frustration or annoyance or boredom, not for anything. I will never want to hit you.” 

Bruce had never been one for eye contact, not without the cowl, but he found he couldn’t look away. “You could probably control your strength well enough. I've- we know I have a high pain tolerance, anyway. If you-” 

“I don’t want to hit you, Bruce,” Clark said, and Bruce snapped his mouth shut. “That’s not how relationships work. The fact that someone did that to you is…” He trailed off, dropping his steely gaze for just a moment, before swallowing and lifting his head again. “You should never be hit by your partner. Whether they were stronger than you or not, whether you were Batman or Bruce Wayne. That… that’s awful, B. That was abuse.” 

Bruce’s chest felt tight again, the cape on his shoulders suddenly too big, too heavy, and he took careful breaths around the rising panic. “I deserved it.” 

“No, you didn’t.” Some of the anger was back in Clark’s voice, but it didn’t seem to be directed at him this time. “Nobody deserves that, especially from their partner. Especially not you.” 

Bruce scoffed, the sound quiet and tired. He tried to look away, only to be met with the gentle touch of a hand on his cheek again, Clark’s thumb wiping idly at stray tears. Somehow, Bruce managed not to flinch this time. 

“I need you to understand something,” Superman started, almost frantic beneath the forced calm. “This isn’t about my powers. If we were in a room full of Kryptonite, I wouldn’t hit you. If you had my powers and couldn’t feel a damn thing I tried to do, I still wouldn’t raise a hand against you. It isn’t about that, B. I won’t hit you, no matter how angry I might be, because I love you. I love you, and I’ll never hurt you. That’s a promise.” 

Bruce’s mouth felt dry, his tongue heavy, but the panic rising in his chest felt different this time. It didn’t feel suffocating. 

They’d never said those words. Not out loud. Not yet. It made Bruce want to run, lock himself away, shut down, deny any display of emotion or affection, desperate to protect himself. 

Because love like this only meant something bad in the end. Love like this was going to crash and burn and leave Bruce all alone again. Love like this wasn't something Bruce was supposed to have. He didn’t deserve it. 

But Clark was looking at him so earnestly, something terrifyingly vulnerable in his eyes, the ray of sunlight Bruce had been shutting out his entire life. It was a look none of the others had ever bothered to give him, patience he’d never been granted before. 

Maybe this time, just this one…

“I love you too,” Bruce said, the words foreign and strange on his tongue. “I love you.” 

It was a leap of faith, offering something like this, his trust nothing but a battered and broken thing, broken and unwanted. But the look in Clark’s eyes when he smiled, the sunlight shining through Bruce’s dark cloud, made it all worth the risk. 

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I’m Not a Hero (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Reader with a deadpool personality!!

I love this idea and I’m finally feeling better so we’re back to posting! Ear is still in some pain, but I am feeling much better! Also thanks @charleetheefictionalfucker​ for the request!

Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of sex, violence, some angst, some fluff, cursing, making out, mentions of abuse

What’s a hero?

A hero is defined by a multitude of things. Someone brave or selfless! If we’re gonna go by the literal meaning then a hero is,

‘A hero is a real person or a main fictional character who, in the face of danger, combats adversity through feats of ingenuity, courage, or strength.’

A hero carries qualities that make someone a good person. A hero would sacrifice the people they love and themselves with remorse to save the world.

It’s for this reason only you hate the word hero or anyone who describes themselves as one.

Heroes are cowards. Heroes are people who use their abilities for good while also acting recklessly to save everyone, They get praise while some prisoners  who do the same things as a hero but with bad intentions get put away for life.

It’s not fair.

Life isn’t fair and neither is society and unlucky for you. You live in a world full of heroes. The justice league for example. God you hated Batman and especially Superman.

There was only one hero you actually admired and it was because he was like you. He was goofy and silly. He is also the love interest of this story so of course you’re gonna admire him. 

Adrian Chase or as you know him Vigilante. 

You were kinda obsessed. Mostly because he did what you did and his name was so fitting. He wasn’t a hero but he also wasn’t a bad person and you respected the hell out of him for that. 

So you kinda watched out for him. It wasn’t like you were stalking you just made sure he stayed safe. In the two months you’ve been watching out for him you had secretly saved him a total of seven times.

Not like you were counting though...(you totally were)

You just wanted the one person you considered genuine safe and his ‘partner’ Peacemaker never really did that.

Adrian didn’t meet you though not until he went on a mission with the team. You’d been following him since he joined project butterfly. 

One night the team had managed to get separated and Adrian was cornered. He only had six bullets and there were four men who were all armed.

Well they weren’t really men more like aliens. 

Adrian was cornered though, so with no hesitation (100% hesitation) you jumped in. 

“Get down!” You yelled at Adrian jumping in between him and the butterfly approaching him shoving your gun to it’s throat shooting him. Once he dropped the other three began to shoot.

Adrian stared in shock as you took all the hits easily. Blood gushed from the holes on your body as you groaned out in slight pain.

“Ow fuck! That hurt!” The butterflys stared in shock as the holes patched themselves up while you removed one of your katanas moving in to decapitate them. 

You panted grimacing jumping as you heard a gun cock. Adrian stood behind you keeping his pistol ready to shoot you. He shook from slight nerves as you tilted your head in confusion.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Are you seriously thinking about shooting me after literally watching me walking off getting shot?!”

“Yes!” Adrian yelled back, “Fucking hell I don’t know who you are and while what you did was very fucking cool and kinda hot! You’re a fucking strong bitch!”

“Okay and?!”

“What do you mean and?! I don’t trust you! You took down four butterfly’s on your own and took gun shots with ease! Not to mention how incredibly skilled at fighting you are! Now who the hell are you?!!”

You groaned, “I don’t have a name but I know who you are Vigilante and had I not stepped in you would’ve died!”

“Yeah appreciate it! Who the fuck are you and how the fuck do you know who I am?!”

“That doesn’t concern you! Now take care!”

“Wait wait! Don’t you dare walk away from me-” Adrian grunted as two clips of bullets were thrown at him. 

“They’re the ones you need. Now go kick alien ass!”

“Wait no! How do you know- Where did you even come- HEY!” You disappeared as Adrian stared in shock. 

Needless to say after meeting you, Adrian definitely wanted to see you again but you were hard to find.

“So she knew what the butterflies were?” Emilia asked in shock by what he just relayed. 

“Yeah she was weird! But in a badass way!” Adrian exclaimed with a hint of excitement. 

“That’s impossible for her to know the butterflies though! We know them because of this whole project thingy. So she either is a butterfly herself or Adrian you have a stalker.”

“I mean she did do something weird..”

“Which was?”

“She uh got shot in the chest about four times and walked it off.” Everyone looked at him in shock,

“And you didn’t mention this earlier!” Adebayo yelled out exasperatedly. Adrian shrugged.

“I didn’t think it was important.” 

“That is important you idiot!” Emilia sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. Chris laughed a bit as John chuckled.

“I guess this means we have to find this person.” John muttered. Emilia nodded.

“Until we know she is not a threat or a butterfly then yes we have to find her.”

“Well how are we gonna do that!? I’ve been trying for two weeks and I have no luck.” Adebayo hummed at Adrian’s words.

“Well she said she knew you right Vig and that she’s been watching out for you well it seems that way so...”

“So?” Adrian raised an eyebrow at Chris. 

“So if you were to say be in danger again do you think she would step in?” Emilia sat up a bit.

“Christopher Smith that might have been the first actual good idea I’ve ever heard from you.” Chris flipped her off as Adrian glanced at everyone.

“So what I put myself in danger and hope she shows up?”

“Yeah pretty much.” He scoffed not thinking they were serious.

“Well obviously it wouldn’t be actual danger we’ll get someone to attack you-”

“If she really has been watching me then she’ll know I can take down one person no problem-”

“Not if they’re bigger than you and you’re unarmed.”

“Who will do that-”

“Obviously the person who thought of the idea.” John smirked pointing at Chris.

“What no way! From what he said she sounds like an absolute monster who will kill with no remorse!” Adrian laughed at Chris.

“We’ll stop her before she kills you but for now we need to make the setup.”

That led to now, Adrian groaned being thrown against the ground harshly. Chris laughed a bit seeing Adrian struggle to sit up.

“Do you have to hit me that hard?”

“Gotta make it believable Vig.” Emilia’s voice rang out in his ear as Chris kicked him down.

Adrian grunted coughing out a bit as Chris sighed glancing around before pulling out his gun.

“Time to die Vigilante-” Another gun cocking next to his ear cut him off.

“You sure it’s his time?”

Adrian sat up seeing you standing behind Chris. “Drop the gun.”

Chris obeyed as you eyed him suspiciously, “So Vigilante wanna tell me why your best friend Peacemaker is trying to kill you?”

“Wait you know who I am-”

“Everyone knows who you are fuck face. You’re known as the racist hero-”

“I’m not racist!” You scoffed.

“I told you that you came off as racist!” Adrian stood up coughing a bit. You hummed putting your gun down glaring at the both of them.

“You stopped him from shooting me-”

“Please you dumb fuck I know he wasn’t gonna shoot you. I came out because I knew you were looking for me.”

“Oh..”

“Yeah idiots. You both made it obvious.” Adrian chuckled a bit as you smiled under your mask.

“So Christopher Smith and Adrian Chase-”

“YOU KNOW MY NAME NOW!!”

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You gasped out feeling a sharp pain in your arm. Chris had stabbed you with a needle.

You yanked it out angrily glaring at him. “You s-stabbed me..” Your words came out slurred, “No..You drugged me! You son of a bitch!!”

You pulled your gun out pointing it at Adrian and Chris. “Both of you stay b-back!”

Adrian sighed raising his hands up, “Calm down..” 

Your eyes began to droop as you swung your gun frantically. 

“I don’t think she’s a butterfly..Drugs like this don’t effect them.” Chris muttered out as you fell still holding your gun up.

“W-wait y-you thought I butterfly!...” You garbled out head slumpng.

“In our defense you did take bullets and healed them right up..”

“Not alien..failed experiment....” 

You slumped down groaning before falling asleep. Adrian winced as Chris raised a questioning eyebrow.

“I feel kinda bad..She really was just looking out for me..”

Chris sighed as Emilia came out with everyone else. “Well pick her up and let’s get going. Drugs are only gonna last-”

“Two minutes for me!” Your head popped up a bit lazily. “Knocked me out and once I can move again I am gonna kick all of your sorry asses!!”

Your words were still slurred and you were immobilized. Adrian sighed picking you up. “Okay here we go.”

“Put me down! Fuck! Stupid bitch! Dumb whore!” Adrian laughed a bit as you slurred out insults.

“Okay so we gotta move fast.”

Adrian and Chris tied you down in a chair leaving the room after removing your weapons. You groaned out feeling your limbs start coming back to normal. They all surrounded you eyeing you with a small amused look.

You struggled in your restraints as Adrian grinned. “I was a boy scout. You won’t break those ties easily.”

“Take off her mask.” Emilia told Adrian.

“NO!” You yelled out shaking your head. “Don’t fucking touch my mask!!”

“I’m not removing her mask.” Adrian said as you yelled out. 

“Chase we gotta see who this is-”

“No! You touch my mask I swear when I get out of this chair I will kill every single one of you motherfuckers!”

“Okay okay we won’t remove it!” Adrian reassured you. Chris groaned standing up.

“I’ll do it!” You flinched in your seat as he grabbed the edge of it.

“Hey!” Adrian stopped Chris from doing it. “She said she doesn’t want her mask off! We’re not removing anything!”

You wiggled your ties before deciding to screw it and break your arm so you could slip out. Adrian yelled out seeing your broken wrist snap back into place. 

You untied yourself using everyone in shock as an opportunity to break free. Adrian grabbed you as you stood up trying to run out.

“Fuck Off!”

“Stop stop! We just wanna know who you are?!”

“Oh why didn’t you just say so?! I am not an alien and my name is-” Adrian covered your mouth.

“Don’t give away your secret identity!” You bit his hand stomping on his foot throwing him away from you.

“My name is Y/N and I honestly don’t give a shit if you know it and to be quite honest the author doesn’t really know how she plans on getting you to know my name!”

Adrian and everyone shared a questioning look with each other. You sighed grabbing your stuff from the corner.

“Hey! We’re not done questioning you-”

“No you’re not! But I will cooperate!” You moved taking a seat across from them.

You lifted the edge of your mask pulling out your vape. “Now ask away on my terms.”

“So your name is-”

“Y/N as I’ve said before.”

“And you’re not a alien?” Chris asked you. Adrian couldn’t help but to admire the bottom half of your face showing as you puffed out smoke.

“No I’m not an alien.”

“You mentioned failed experiment?” Emilia spoke up now just as intrigued as everyone else.

You nodded taking another hit, “Yes they tried to make a weapon. Someone to call a hero and got stuck with me. I uh..Shit was fucked and I’ve never looked back after I left.”

She nodded as Adebayo leaned forward, “So you left and became a hero on your own terms-”

“No no let me stop you there sweetheart I am not a hero.” Adrian raised an eyebrow at your words.

“Wait you’re not? I thought you were...”

“Heroes don’t kill Vigilante and Heroes aren’t selfish..I’m selfish. I know I am. A hero would sacrifice themselves or whoever they deem necessary to save the world while a villain would sacrifice the world to save whoever they wanted including themselves.” 

“So you’re a villain?” Adrian asked removing his mask. He realized there was no point you knew his name. You smiled seeing him take out his glasses.

“You’re cute..and no I’m not a villain either..I honestly don’t know what to call myself..But I’m not a hero.”

Emilia and the team didn’t know what to think of you, but they were sure of one thing.

“We can’t leave you alone.”

“What?” You coughed a bit at Emilia’s words.

“You’re a liability since you know Vigilante’s identity and you know what the butterflies are. We can’t risk you blabbing your mouth to random people-”

“How do you know I haven’t already?”

A gun cocked loudly as Chris pointed it to your head. You raised an eyebrow giving him a smile.

“I’m kidding. I wouldn’t give away Vigilante’s identity.”

Adrian sighed a bit in relief, “So how did you figure out my identity?..”

“It was easy. Look I’m a contract killer, but I only kill people who deserve it and make money from it and I’ve had shitty people come to me with your identity wanting me to kill you.”

“Wait-”

“Relax. I always kill them and whoever they told. I consider you one of the good ones and I always take care of whoever they work with.”

“So you watch out for Vigilante?” Chris asked a bit doubtful.

“Yes in a way after getting the first hit job for him. I usually study whoever I have to kill and I watched him for two weeks before deciding whether to do it or not...Vigilante is someone I...He’s a good person.”

Adrian couldn’t help but to grin at your words. Someone actually thought what he did was good and not bad. Not to mention you described him as something no one has ever. 

A good person.

Adebayo smiled as well. You cared for him. Not that you would admit it though.

“So what’s the plan then?” You asked Emilia curious of her decision. 

“You’ll be joining the team.”

“Wait really?” John asked her.

“It’s the only way I can think of us being able to watch her on a tight leash and what’s one more killing psycho.” John chuckled at her words as you nodded.

“Alright. I’ll join or whatever.”

“Really? We don’t gotta convince you or anything?” Adrian sat across from you.

“Really. I know you don’t trust me, but that’s okay I don’t trust you either.” You grinned widely before standing up to walk out.

“See y’all tomorrow.”

“Will we really?” John muttered under his breath as Emilia told Adrian to keep an eye on you. Adrian agreed. Mostly because he wanted to get to know you.

Later that night during his patrol, Adrian had been sitting in his car waiting for something to happen. He didn’t expect for you to open his passenger door and climb in.

“Hello!- WOAH WOAH!” You yelled out as he pulled out his knife swinging it at you.

“Oh..Sorry hi there!” He put it away as you huffed.

“Jeez. Maybe I should’ve killed you when they offered me half a million.” Adrian laughed at your words before noticing you sliding your seatbelt on.

“What are you doing?”

“Joining you on patrol. Didn’t blonde women say you have to keep an eye on me?”

“Uh well yeah but I’m on patrol.”

“Okay? I’ll help you. I got no kills to do as of late and I’m bored not to mention I’m trying to get into your pants.”

“Well tough luck with that. You’re not getting in my pants. Honestly you’re a criminal if Emilia hadn’t told me anything. I would’ve killed you.” You laughed.

“I’d like to see you try Adrian.”

“Don’t say my name.” Adrian groaned out while starting the car.

“Why? I like your name besides I told you I’m not a bad guy.”

“I didn’t say you were, but you break the law.” You rolled your eyes.

“You do too. Hypocrite. Also I only kill bad people. Only difference between me and you is that I get paid for what I do.”

“You’re basically an assassin.” He exclaimed while looking around.

“You’re basically a Vigilante.” You laughed imagining the blank look on his face under his mask as he turned to you. “That’s were the name comes from huh?”

“Yes and I thought it was cool.”

“I never said it wasn’t. Dude you’re name is fucking cool. It’s why I keep trying to get in your pants.” Adrian couldn’t help but to chuckle.

“Fine Y/N.”

“Oo careful Vigilante if you say my name like that I get all tingly.” 

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

Adrian cursed himself. He shouldn’t be flirting back with you, but it came so easy. You were so carefree and...

“You think I can kill ten people with five bullets?”

Like him.

“If you try hard enough.” 

It was after that the two of you became inseparable. Adrian and you were attached to the hip every mission and when he went on patrol. You even invited him to some of your jobs.

He always denied, but stopped judging you for doing it. The only thing you still hadn’t done was show Adrian your face.

It began to irk him a bit. Mostly because you knew his name and face, also where he lives. You guys had movie nights and he had never seen your face.

“Fucking shit man..Blood does not come out like that!” You complained while the killer stabbed their victim on the screen. Adrian and you usually watched horror on movie nights.

“Can I ask you something?” You hummed while lifting up the bottom of your mask taking a sip of your beer.

“Why do you always wear your mask?” You smirked glancing down at Adrian.

“I have my reasons. Why do you ask?” Adrian shrugged.

“I don’t know. I guess I just find it kinda weird. You’ve seen my face and know practically everything about me. All I really know is your name.” You shook your head.

“No you know more.”

“Not really.” You set your beer down moving to sit across from him. 

“Yes you do. You know me personally. More personally than I’ve ever let anyone know. That sounded weird. Author messed up their words there, but what I mean by that is..I’ve shown you more of me than I have ever shown anyone Adrian...Do you really not know me?..”

Adrian sighed shaking his head, “No..I do kinda know you. Like I know you’re favorite foods and drinks. I know you laugh whenever something awkward happens cause that’s your trigger response..I’ve never seen them, but your eyes grow slightly wide when I flirt with you which is often.”

“See..You do know me, but if it bothers you so much and you think you need to see my face to really know me...” You grabbed the edge of your mask jumping as Adrian grabbed your hand stopping you.

“I don’t need to see your face in order for me to know you. You’re right..I do.” You shook your head moving his head.

“Because you know me you deserve to know. Plus I’ll be able to reveal my face more often not to mention maybe you’ll finally make a move when you see me or you’ll drop me completely after seeing the ugly scar I got on my face from the experiment.”

Adrian’s eyes widened as your face was revealed. You did have a scar. It looked slightly painful. It ran across your left cheek to the corner of your lip.

Adrian wanted to reach out and touch it. He wanted to touch you. You smiled awkwardly laughing as you grabbed your mask ready to slide it back on.

“I know ugly right? I’ll put my mask back on-” Adrian took your mask from you shaking his head.

“Never say that again.” He grabbed your face eyeing your lips. You took a shaky breath feeling vulnerable and exposed under his gaze. His fingers trailed your scar carefully as he grinned at you.

“Dude you’re hot.”

You laughed loudly. “I mean it you’re so fucking hot.”

“Nice try Adrian. I’m not stupid-”

“You’re not stupid and I’m not joking. Holy shit balls dude you’re fucking gorgeous.”

You sat stunned as Adrian studied your face. Clearing your throat after some time, you reached for your mask ready to slide it back on. 

Adrian immediately grabbed it throwing it across the room. You glared at him as he smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry just keep it off..You look better without it anyways.”

“What if someone else sees?..”

“No one will. I promise. We’re here at my place. I’ll close the windows if it’ll make you feel better? Just please keep it off.”

You sighed before nodding, “Close the windows.” 

Adrian cheered doing a small happy dance skipping away to shut the windows. You sighed as he sat next to you wrapping his arm around you.

Reluctantly your eyes gazed over to him catching him in time as he glanced at you. “Can you stop staring shithead?”

“Can’t help it..” He muttered with a grin. 

Adrian had realized something that night. It was something he didn’t ever think would happen especially with you of all people.

He loved you.

He just didn’t know if you felt the same. (You so obviously did)

It became obvious to everyone that he did care for you. He became more protective of you. Adrian was always protective of those he cared for and you just made number one on that list.

It annoyed you.

How were you supposed to be a contract killer when you had a overprotective Vigilante watching your every move?

“So how much do you charge?” You cleared your throat staring down at the young women sitting before you asking you to kill her husband.

“Depends how much are you willing to pay?”

“Whatever it takes. I just can’t live with him anymore and I don’t wanna be in fear of him finding me. I want him gone.”

You nodded, “I’ll do it for a seven hundred.”

“Really? Isn’t that a little cheap-”

“Don’t question it. Get it to me by tomorrow.” She nodded with a grateful smile before walking out of the bar. 

You sighed ordering a beer before jumping as Adrian jumped in the seat in front of you.

“Hey was that a client?” 

“Yeah I have a new case so I’ll be busy for the next couple of days.” Adrian frowned a bit.

“So you won’t come for the mission then?”

“You mean the one in three days with you guys? No I’ll be there I should be done with this by then if I get started now at least.”

“Oh..so do you mind if I ask who it is?”

“I do since we’re in public besides this is boring hot stuff. It’s all a bunch of crap and stupid shit. I’d rather talk about you.” You raised the bottom of your mask flashing him a smile taking a sip of your beer.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Adrian asked you offering you his hand. You took it letting him lead you out.

“Man is this it? You finally taking me to bed Chase?”

“Maybe.”

“I love when you get mysterious makes me all tingly.”

“Shut up weirdo.”

“I know you did not just call me weirdo. Mister I pour the milk before the cereal.”

“It tastes better.”

“It’s the same!” Adrian rolled his eyes as you both bickered the entire way back to your place. 

The night was the usual between you both of watching movies and obnoxiously flirting with each other. 

“Hey...this guy you’re going after is he dangerous?” You hummed as Adrian rubbed your legs. 

“Well kinda yeah, but most of who I go after are dangerous and believe me this guy is not the worse. I’m doing this for his wife. He beats her.”

Adrian nodded, “I hate men like that.”

“I know I also hate them it’s why I do this type of work. Why are you asking though? Don’t tell me you’re worried for me?”

“No why would I be? That’s dumb..”

“I know it is..” Adrian nodded looking away from you. He seemed a bit tense and almost a little angry?..

“Holy shit Adrian are you actually worried for me?”

“No! No! I know you can take care of yourself.”

“I can so why are you so worried?”

“I’m not worried.” You raised an eyebrow as he grew defensive.

“If you’re not worried then I need to start heading out to start this job. You can spend the night here if you want.” You sat up stretching grabbing your mask. 

“You gotta go now?”

“Yep. I’ll see you in three days.” Adrian nodded as you patted his cheek walking out. 

“Yeah three days..”

You smiled leaning down to finally do the thing you’d been wanting to do for a while. You grabbed his shirt and yanked him up to you.

You kissed him. You kissed him hard. 

Adrian’s eyes were widened in shock as he panted softly once you pulled away. “I will be okay. Stop frowning and stop worrying. Promise I’ll be back.”

You walked to the door as he stood up following you, “This is so not fair! You can’t just kiss me and leave!”

“Yes I can dip shit! See you in a couple days!”

Adrian sighed as you skipped to your car. He had it really bad for you..

Which is why he did what he did.

“You stupid fucking idiot!!” You threw your mask off angrily glaring at Adrian.

“Look-”

“No! No! You are a cock sucking piece of shit Adrian!” He sighed as you tossed your guns to your coffee table angrily. “I can’t believe you you just! UGH!!”

“I thought it would help you-”

“No! Fuck you! You did this for you! Don’t use that stupid excuse that you wanted to help me!”

“Y/N-”

“Fuck you Adrian.” You walked to the restroom stripping your gloves off to start washing yourself up. Adrian sighed removing his mask following you.

“Y/N-”

“Go away.” He groaned throwing his hands up.

“Would you fucking give me a chance to speak?!”

“No! Why should I? It’s all gonna be a bunch of bullshit excuses! Cause you are bullshit!”

“It’s not a bullshit excuse! You needed this guy dead right?! So I handled it for you-”

“Not safely! I always handle it in a way they can’t tie it back to the people who hired me! You put his wife at risk for doing my fucking work! I study my kills before going after them take my fucking time! You screwed it all up!”

“I didn’t mean too-”

“I know you didn’t! It’s why I’m pissed off! You didn’t mean too, but you still did it anyways! This is my work here Adrian! One you said you didn’t approve of so I don’t know why suddenly you wanna help!”

“They’re gonna tie the murder to me anyways!”

“I know that! It’s why you got fucking lucky! But they are gonna question why Vigilante went after this normal looking man who doesn’t have a criminal record! Did you ever think of that?! Or were you too stupid!?”

“I am not stupid!”

“You are when you’re reckless! I can’t understand what the fuck were you thinking! Do you know how fucking lucky you are I got there before the cops did!?”

“I know I was lucky!”

“No you don’t we were both shot at! I took the painful hits for you so you’re dumbass didn’t die!” You kicked the cabinet sink angrily as Adrian turned away from you.

“I didn’t ask nor want you to do that!”

“I did it so you didn’t get hurt!”

“But you did!”

“I can heal myself! I can’t die remember!”

“Doesn’t mean I want you to get hurt! I don’t want you hurt you fucking idiotic bitch!”

“Why do you care so fucking much?! I thought you hated me! I’m technically a criminal remember! You said it yourself if Emilia hadn’t told you not too you would’ve killed me! You hated me! Fuck!”

Adrian felt his throat swell up as he choked back tears not wanting you to see him cry. This was all so stupid.

“I should’ve never gotten involved with you Adrian! I should’ve just kept my stupid distance and not gotten fucking involved!”

“Then why didn’t you!” He screamed out.

“I don’t know! I was just as much as an idiot!” Adrian groaned pulling his hair. You moved around Adrian going to your kitchen.

“I need a drink.” You mumbled out as Adrian huffed laughing.

“I just can’t believe you’re upset with me for helping!”

“I’m upset because you put yourself at risk and did my fucking job!” You hissed once you slammed the door feeling your shoulder throb.

Adrian relaxed slightly seeing the grimace of pain on your face. “Your shoulder when we fell it dislocated. Let me help you pop it back in-”

“Don’t touch me!” You snapped at him. 

“I’m trying to help!”

“Well stop trying! I’ll pop my own shoulder in when I want!”

“It’s hurting it’ll literally take a second!”

“I don’t want your help!” Adrian clenched his fist grabbing his mask.

“Fine! Fine! Be angry and stubborn! I don’t care anymore! I’m going home!”

“Good! I didn’t want you here right now anyways!” He stopped turning around.

“See I was gonna leave but then you said that so now it makes it seem as if I’m leaving because you told me too! Which isn’t what I wanted!”

“Oh my god!” You exasperatedly yelled out grabbing your shoulder.

Adrian took a deep breath removing his suit. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna get undressed and I’m gonna crash on your couch we can talk in the morning.” You laughed a bit sarcastically. 

“No! I seriously don’t want you here right now-”

“I don’t care what you want. You’re hurt and I wanna make sure you’re okay.” You sighed looking away.

“Fine. Fine. Morning you’re gone though.”

“After we talk sure.”

“I don’t wanna talk to you!” Adrian approached you offering you a small smile. 

“See you say that but I know you do. You always wanna talk to me. Now let me help you pop your shoulder back in.” You relaxed a bit as he grabbed your arm.

“Fuck!” You yelped out as he pushed it in. Adrian winced himself hearing the crunch. “Mother fucker that fucking hurt!”

It was quiet between you both for a bit as you caught your breath feeling the pain go away. 

“Look..I really am sorry for messing up your thing and for having you get shot for me. I killed him because I was worried for you.”

“I’m sorry for calling you stupid. I told you not to worry for me though. I’m always fine. You said it yourself too. You hate my work.”

“I hate your work, but I don’t hate you. I want..I want you safe. It’s weird for me to say that, but I want no I need you fucking safe. I can’t have you hurt Y/N.”

“That’s selfish of you Adrian..”

“I know. So maybe I’m not a hero like you thought I was because I know I’d throw away the whole world if it meant you were okay.”

You huffed a bit glaring at him. Adrian smiled at you. “I hate you.”

“I know.”

“This doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at you.”

“I know.”

“God screw you for being fucking cute and likable!” You yanked him down for a kiss. Adrian smiled into your lips kissing you back.

“You screw up any of my jobs again and put yourself at risk like that again I will kill you!”

“Okay!” Adrian kissed you again.

“About what you said earlier too..I’m not a hero either I care for you just as much now take me to bed and screw me into the mattress!”

Adrian grinned throwing you over his shoulder. “With pleasure!”

I guess neither of you were heroes, but you both still did your best to do the right thing..

“I’m not sorry for killing him though.”

“I know you aren’t Adrian. I want you to be sorry for screwing me over!”

“I am sorry for that but I’ll kill whoever I need too for you to be safe.”

Again you both tried to do the right thing.

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #fanfic #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

@sicktember 2022 Prompt #5

Fandom/OCs: MCU Avengers, Sick!Clint Barton, Sick!Natasha Romanov

Title: Superman (It’s Not Easy)

Words: 1163

Inspiration: None yet again. (Didn’t realized there was so many like that TBH)

Author’s comments: Surprisingly there’s little-to-no contagion in my Sicktember docs. Probably because I was trying to keep the fics so short, and I like to see the whole contagion scenario play out if I’m going to write it. Even this prompt, which was just begging for some contagion, was not used for that purpose. Mainly because an angry caretaker isn’t my jam, and that was the only way I could read this prompt if the contagion actually happened here. So, instead today you get two miserable sickies for the price of one with our favorite MCU assassins. Honestly this is probably set after the sick!Tony fic from a few days ago. Makes sense to me, anyway. And yet, this is a Clintasha ship AU.

It was Tony’s fault that Clint and Natasha were sick. It had to be. After all, he had been in the office a few days prior, visibly shedding contagion everywhere. The pair tried to stay far away from him, but Tony wasn’t nearly as fastidious about washing his hands as they were, so they ended up catching his germs anyway. There weren't many things that kept them from their duties, but illness was definitely one of them, especially when they were unfortunate enough to be ill at the same time. When the symptoms started and they realized what had happened, they did what they always did in times like these: they made their way to one of their more comfortable safe houses, stocked up on supplies, and prepared to lay low for the duration, cutting off communication with the rest of the team temporarily. 

Lounging in the living room of the aforementioned safe house, each to their own couch, the topic of Tony came up as Nat and Clint discussed their unfortunate luck with no small amount of bitterness. 

“What do you think is a good punishment for someone who comes to work knowing they’re sick and contagious?” Clint asked idly, giving up on watching TV since watching sideways and lying down was giving him a headache. 

“Reinfect them with another sickness once they’re better, since they chose to infect everyone else with theirs,” Natasha replied sleepily, wrapping her blanket tighter around herself with a sniffle. 

“Hm, that’s clever. I was just going to say make them take care of everyone they infected until everyone was better.” He had to stop to cough before he could continue. “But more painful revenge might be sweeter.”

“You’d really trust Stark to be a good nurse? Because I wouldn’t trust him with anything that wasn’t mechanical.”

“He could at least fetch and carry things. I get so dizzy when I stand up. ‘Tash, do you–”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask,” Clint pouted. 

“You were going to ask me to fetch or carry something for you, and the answer is no.”

“But I didn’t–”

“No. My fever was higher than yours when we last checked. That means I’m sicker than you, so you get to do your own fetching and carrying.”

Clint huffed in irritation, but knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on, so he sat up and slowly got to his feet, shivering and coughing miserably to make a point. 

Natasha was unphased. “While you’re up, could you make me some tea, please?” she called sweetly. 

Clint sighed dramatically, but began to pull down her tea supplies, muttering to himself around frequent coughing fits. 

“My head is killing me, so don’t be surprised if I make your tea wrong,” he called peevishly at one point. 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. As long as it’s hot. That’s all I care about right now.”

A few minutes later, Clnt shuffled his way back to his couch, depositing a bowl of dry cereal, a glass of juice, and a glass of milk before returning to the kitchen. When he came back to the living room once more, he was carrying a steaming mug, which he held out to his companion. Just as she grabbed it, Clint’s breath hitched in an unexpected gasp, and he leaned forward out of habit, putting him that much closer to the mug and the hand that was grasping it. 

“Hih– Hiihgk-KH’SSHHhuue! hh!-HYYIIZSHH’uuhh!! Ugh, god, sorry…” He belatedly brought his hand to his nose, a poor excuse for cover.

“Clint! Ugh, great, now I have your germs all over me,” Natasha groaned. “You sneezed right into my tea, too!”

Clint gave her a look as he returned to his own couch. “Pretty sure we have the same germs at the moment, ‘Tash. I don’t think you need to worry much.” He rifled through the mess of blankets he had been lying under until he found a package of tissues, pulling one out just in time to catch the pair of drips quivering at the corners of his nostrils that had been threatening to make him sneeze again. 

“It’s still gross,” she muttered. Yet she had already taken a sip and was holding the mug close to her face, inhaling the steam. He had made her tea perfectly as always. She smiled a tiny bit at this thought. When she glanced back at him, though, the smile turned into a concerned frown. “You okay, Hawk?”

He had not touched his cereal yet, and was pressed back against the couch with his eyes closed, breathing slowly. “ ‘M really dizzy. Just give me a second,” he mumbled, clenching his fists. 

She did as he asked and didn’t pester, but waited in silence. Eventually he unclenched, slowly opening his eyes to meet hers. They exchanged a tiny nod, checking in. 

“Most days I’m pretty happy not being Superman, or super anything. That super immunity could really come in handy though,” Clint said, wiping his nose again as he at last added the milk to his cereal. 

“It’s not easy being the weak ones,” Natasha agreed. “No one likes being reminded of their humanity.”

Clint tried to scoff, which turned into a cough. Natasha laughed at this, which also became a cough. The pair would have laughed at this too, but feeling it might be unwise, settled for exchanging a wan smile instead. 

In due time, Natasha finished her tea. She assumed Clint had also finished since he’d been motionless for a bit, but when she turned to ask him if he would get her a refill, she found to her surprise that he had dozed off where he sat, the spoon still resting in his hand as his chest rose and fell in deep breaths. With a little sigh, she stood and went to fetch her own refill, casting a worried look at her partner as she passed him. 

She made her tea and set it down by her seat, then moved to Clint’s side. She pressed a hand to his forehead, anticipating the burning heat she felt there, but worried by it nonetheless. Upon feeling her touch, the archer opened his eyes blearily. 

“It’s not like you to fall asleep out of nowhere,” Natasha sighed, removing her hand and clearing his used bowl and glasses for him. 

“I get sleepy when I’m running a fever, you know that.” He stretched carefully, yawning. 

“It’s still unsettling.” 

He smiled a little. “And you get anxious when you’re running a fever. Some things never change,” he chuckled, coughing over the last word. 

She smiled too in spite of herself as she returned to her spot. “No, I suppose they don’t.”

“Well, you know what always helps both of those things? Sharing a bed for a nap. You get to feel safe and protected, and I get to sleep. Win win.”

Natasha smiled. “You’re absolutely right. At least that’s one thing that’s easy.”

#sicktember 2022 #prompt 5 #mcu avengers #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever

[bought-the-bank]

After watching Shipper'sGuidetotheGalaxy SuperBat videos, I was curious to see what movies I could find and watch online. The following fanfic is inspired by Superman/Batman: Apocalypse, where through the lens of a shipper is like watching Clark and Bruce act as a married couple trying to keep their adopted daughter, Kara, safe.

If you like this story, please be sure to like, reblog and even comment - - bonus points if you want to offer any constructive criticism so that I can get better at writing these two! <3

Now, onto the story!

Water splashed up against the rocks as the waves came rolling in, one after the other. The smell of fresh, exotic flowers lingered in the air as a breeze brushed past Clark. His sigh lifted up from slightly chapped lips as he leaned further down, against the white marble railing that circled around the cliff's edge.

He knew that Bruce and Dianna were right. Of course they were right. Kara couldn’t be around, no-.. She couldn’t be trusted to be around other people until she had control over her own powers.

The scene that had unfolded two nights ago, the destruction that Kara had caused, Dianna was right to point out that no one would be safe until Clark's cousin understood, and mastered, her powers.

They were all lucky that night that the only damage that Kara had caused was directed to that of a couple of trees, a park bench, and a statue of Superman. Him. He remembered how the statue’s head fell to the ground with a thud, cracked the pavement and rolled an inch or two towards the grass. What if that had been Batman or Wonderwoman? Lyla? An innocent…

He closed his eyes, shoulders hunching, as he breathed out. How could he let it come so close to that? How could he risk other people’s lives so carelessly? Feeling his breath start to grow cold, he opened his eyes and watched as the railing in front of him started to freeze over. He had spent years learning how to control himself, but Kara…

Kara was not ready, not yet.

Was he truly ready like he had once thought that he was, when he was ready to blindly trust family over what he knew to be right and rational? Bruce had been sceptical from the beginning and while Clark had teased him about, saying that Bruce was always ready to be so cynical, was he right to do so? Clark’s blind optimism had already led to one evening where someone could’ve gotten hurt.

It just didn’t make any sense. In any other situation, had it been someone else, someone that he didn’t.. know… Clark would’ve  been there right beside Bruce and Dianna, making the necessary steps to make sure that a new ally could be safe to be around others. That they had control over their own powers in the way that Kara certainly did not. Was this something that Clark didn’t realise about himself, that he’d be willing to risk others for family?

‘Trust me,’ Bruce had urged him that night at the park, standing just outside of the shadows and just a few feet away from Superman’s own decapitated statue. Trust him.

In the moment when Clark couldn’t trust his own judgement, he could trust in Bruce’s. The closest connection that he had, outside of his own family, and until Kara had come falling from the sky was Bruce. Clark had always counted on Bruce, on and off the field, but could the same be said for him?

Would Bruce still trust him, if he was so quick to be rash and illogical?

“I know that you don’t agree with us bringing her here,” started Bruce as he stepped up onto the landing, close to where Clark was.

“It’s not…” Clark lifted his head up, “that I don’t understand why she’s here, it’s just…”

“You’d rather that she was somewhere closer to home base. We don’t have the resources there. Dianna’s people have offered to help, that is… if you stop interrupting their training.” He made a pointed look to Clark.

“I told  you, I don’t want Kara hurt.” Clark frowned. “And Lyla’s vision has me on edge. We don’t know who could be planning an attack or when. We don’t know if it’s someone from within or-..

“Do you really think one of Dianna’s people would betray her like that?”

A silence stretched out between them, only filled by the gentle sound of waves crashing, as their eyes met. Clark imagined that to a lot of people, Bruce hiding his face behind his cowl would make having conversations like this hard, not being able to read the other person’s facial features, not being able to see what was being said in the other person’s eyes. But as the silence dragged on, and they continued to look at each other, Clark could tell that Bruce knew that there was something more that he wasn’t saying. And Bruce was simply waiting for Clark.

“I made the wrong call,” admitted Clark. “I thought she was like me. She wouldn’t hurt anyone, not intentionally,” he quickly noted, noticing how the cowl was slightly pinched above one eye - Bruce raising an eyebrow at him. “But I forgot… Kara has only been here for less than a month. She hasn’t had the time, like I have, to learn how to use her powers, how to control them… I fought you and Dianna because I believed that she would be like me, but I-

“Got it wrong,” finished Bruce.

Clark lowered his head and looked back down at the ocean, letting out a sigh. Getting it wrong meant putting others at risk, something that he swore he would never do again.

“Your blind optimism,” started Bruce, stepping closer over to Clark until their shoulders brushed, “while at times, frustrate me to no ends, is still an admirable quality. Certainly not something you’ll see me emulating anytime soon.” He smirked as he heard Clark let out a soft chuckle.

“Kara is your cousin, Clark, and we will keep her safe. We’ll train her to be able to use her abilities as well as you do, and in time, she’ll prove to be a useful member of our team just like you thought she’d be.”

“That is,” started Clark, “if she wants to be. It has to be her choice.”

“Of course,” agreed Bruce, “Now, what do you say we head back down there? $50 says that Kara will keep her next opponent on their toes.”

Clark smiled. “Reporter salary, remember? And there’s no way that I’m betting against my cousin.”

#superbat #superman x batman #clark kent x bruce wayne #finishing each other's sentences #fix it fic #missing scene fic

[e-l-forever]

What is your opinion on Smallville Lana and Clana?

Oh wow a Smallville question! And what a question at that, right? I feel like I should preface this with a lot of stuff, because I actually have huge history with this character and the ship (which, believe it or not, I used to ship at some point).

First of all, I LOVE Kristen! I adore her, I've seen several cons with her and she's the sweetest and kindest and is stunning inside and out. And looks like she's also aware of the problems with her character's storylines and wasn't much happy about it.

Second, I watched Smallville as it was airing in.... god knows what year.... meaning, I was very young at that time and coming straight out of Lois & Clark TNAOS series, which turned me into a Clois shipper for life. So once Smallville started and was a huge hit right away I was hesitating about getting on board, because: "How do I, a Clois shipper, watch a series about Clark and another girl's big love?" And I vividly remember reading an article in a magazine with one of the producers, who was promising that this was about school years ONLY, that there would be no Lois, so we were all free and safe to root for this cute young couple. So I trusted them and started watching and just loooved early Lana and Clana, it was adorable and just age-appropriate cute teen love for me at that time. (I keep mentioned my youth because I think the show aged with the viewers and the early seasons/ships were more younger viewers-appropriate, while the more adult and mature Clois relationship was more for the older viewers, like you would grow out of one ship into another. And I think that's also how the different age groups gravitate towards these ships). After the first couple of seasons it started to get a bit tiring but I was still holding on, to the point that when they announced Lois's arrival after S3 I felt so betrayed 😂, I was like "you promised!" and I tried not to like her, but nobody could resist Erica and I fell for her in 1(ONE) episode 😂

After that it just all went downhill for Lana/Clana. Storylines kept getting worse and more unbearable. The back and forth and the constant will they won't they was super tiring, especially compared to the breath of fresh air that was Lois/Clois. Whenever Clark and Lana were sharing screen it was sheer misery and they were just bringing out the worst in each other. Their plots separate from each other were so much better (whenever Lana was allowed to have one, that is, which wasn't often). I remember genuinely loving Lana with Jensen's character until he had to leave and went psycho, and - unpopular opinion - but I even loved her story with Lex and their own love-and-war twisted games they were playing, at least it made her interesting and exciting as compared to the horrible stuff she was given with Clark! Basically with time I could stand her less and less.

I also think she overstayed her welcome, because the writers had no idea what to do with her anymore, especially in an adult Superman's story. In S7 I felt they were nicely building up to her exit and showing in excruciating painful details how Clana just was NOT working at all, no matter how much they tried (and GOD, they tried gazillion tiring times!!), and even the characters were saying it like a million times how maybe they weren't meant to be, but sadly the Arc of Suck in mid-S8 shit on all over it obviously... That was the worst written, most offensive, character destroying bunch of episodes I've seen in any show and I'm embarrassed on behalf of Smallville producers and writers for doing that. That exit and the horrible taste retroactively ruined all my fond childhood memories I had of the character and of shipping that ship. I can't stand either anymore, sadly.

I think I would have loved if they had kept her as just a friend for her last couple seasons, like Oliver was with Lois, I think her character could have been redeemed that way and could have been made likable again. Because I know they brought her back in S11 comics as a friend and that was pretty nice. But oh well.

#smallville #anti clana #I guess? #just to be safe

[savofid]

Been working on a fanfic for over a year now. Not actively the whole time, really more "a lot to start, big lull, back at it again at Krispy Kreme." Anyways, in all that time, I've rewritten the intro chapter some 4 or 5 times. Still needs to be edited but I'll do that after I at least finish the first real chapter.

But I've got these big, grand ideas for it, along with a spinoff in the concept phase: an alternate timeline. However, while planning this out, cause I wanna be able to write with functional plot points and not make it up as I go, I'm looking at the CYOA system I'm using and I'm just confused. Not by the system or anything regarding the rules, but by my reaction to certain things.

People that know me personally would not describe me as prudish. When given the proper audience and a fitting segue, I have plenty of stories about some fairly unorthodox things I've done with my exes and by myself. However, when it comes time to write a scene that even tries to express love, let alone sex, I never want to.

Most people would assume that means that I'm bad at it or something because who wants to do the things they're bad at? Fair point, but I'm quite capable of writing erotica. I can go into full detail about how you should structure your sentence and which words fit best for a certain mood or how to make a sentence feel sexy, how to influence the breathing of the reader themselves and get them into it, too. Believe me, I can do that. Plenty of experience with long distance relationships and gently building anticipation over days or weeks, and that was just the foreplay to the foreplay.

It's using third person limited as a perspective in those scenes that I don't like. Maybe it's the vulnerability that the characters are sharing with each other and using the moment to keep our eyes fixed behind theirs, knowing their thoughts and feelings, that makes it feel wrong in some way. To watch, to listen, to experience it through them feels like a betrayal of their trust, this rapport we've established with them as we've journeyed together since the beginning. Who are we to invade their most intimate of moments?

I know most people would likely say, "Savo, they're not real. It doesn't matter." They might not be real but I still care about em. I want to see them happy and healthy and where they needed to be, and I'm the author that can make that happen but they're working for it just as much as I'm working to get them there. Some moments write themselves, a natural conclusion built out of what's long been established, not some Superman power of the week, but writing a character that would both draw him in and keep ahold of him long enough to stick in his life is gonna be extremely difficult and hard to justify. I can "make" them do whatever, yeah, but that's not a good story. Why is she there? Why him? What drew you in to want to spend time with this guy? What motivation would one have that would make them want to actively spend time with a guy who can't do basic math, travels around with a bunch of strange animals, and openly admits that his goal in life is to "fight (God)." He's clearly deranged, likely on some intense drugs, and possibly homicidal. This is not a safe person and alarm bells should be sounding to get away.

Without context, sounds insane. It's a Waifu Catalog-ish SIOC CYOA jumpchain that starts in Pokemon with its second stop being in Star Trek. Both similarly utopian, but much different in size, scope, and intent. Also no Pokemon in Star Trek, so gonna be tough trying to explain away one, especially if it's actively on fire, made of magma, or a sentient pile of garbage or slime. He wants to have a fistfight with Arceus because he thinks that it was Him who interfered in his Isekai and sent him to the manga version of the universe instead of the game version, resulting in him almost getting mauled to death by a group of angry Rattata. He's sworn an oath of vengeance.

Anyways, moves on to some federation colony and starts learning some math and science because what would be basic education there is guaranteed beyond college level stuff in today's day and age. It's at the school that I want him to meet his first true friend of the journey, someone hell be in and out of a relationship with for a number of years to come, failing every time until they decide to just be friends, moving on with their lives, and time passes. There's a quiet in their conversations, the knowing that that might be failing, too. They've become different people than they were before, and worry sinks like a stone into their stomachs. In some instinctive urge to put your all in just before it looks like death, they crash together one more time and it works. They've both grown and matured and become the one that the other needed, which led that sputtering ember to finally ignite a roaring blaze within their hearts.

The scene I'm worried about writing isn't gonna even happen for the next few real life YEARS at this rate, somewhere around the midway point of Arc 10 or 11 with another 7 or 8 beyond that, so the ⅔rds mark in the story, which is where it happens best because it often leads into the story's climax. Two people fall in love, bad guy learns about it, innocent partner is now a hostage and hero but fight to save their love. Those sorts of tropes.

But, again, what draws her in? What motivates her? Why does she want to be his friend? Why does he want her as a friend? Does he want friends this time around? Does he even want to try again with another potential ex? What's the point? He'll be moving on in time, so why bother putting down any roots at all?

Then again, he did just spend a year wandering the first two regions and suffered some pretty rough injuries throughout. Probably wants to take it easy and that's always best with friends. I've made really close friends over less, like a girl who worked in my office and at my old desk from before my mental break. Came in for two days straight and she was just gone. No one asked about it. Third day, she was back for only a few hours and just spent that whole time crying. Last day of the work week and she's back and still just crying at her desk. After about an hour of it, I decided that I was done hearing her cry and was gonna drag her out of this slump if I had to. I miss you, Jess.

But, again, why is she drawn to him? What is her motivator, the very thing that drives her to try him of all people? Maybe she's smart and is tutoring him? Nah, that's tired. Big dumb jock is failing a class and he gets the average looking nerdy girl as a tutor, but he's actually got a sensitive side and she falls for him but the popular girls don't like it so they bully her by pretending to be friends with her just to learn her secrets and publicly embarrass her, but she's too worried that BDJ will see her differently now and he actually still cares. Very tired formula.

I think I've got it: it's initially for selfish reasons. Not only is she smart and a bit of a geek, but she's an astrobiologist. He has living, breathing Pokemon. Also, Star Trek is just set in the future, so it's possible that maybe some Pokemon cards or games survived, especially digital copies, and she just so happens to be a fan. Basically, she's a weeb and a dude just showed up one day with a group of very real Pokemon. Dude just walked out of a literal manga and into her life.

Cool. Thanks, void. You're a good listener.

[out-of-context-batfam]

Batman and Robin Eternal #21

#HE IS TRUSTING SUPERMAN TO KEEP YOU SAFE WHILE HE IS TRUSTING YOU TO WATCH OVER GOTHAM #THERE ARE CLEAR LIMITS ON BRUCES TRUST #HONESTLY I THINK THIS WAS FOR DICKS BENEFIT... BRUCE DOESNT TRUST ANYONE #I KEEP IMAGINING SUPERMAN CIRCLING OVER GOTHAM WITH HIS X RAY VISION WATCHING DICK FIGHT CRIME #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #out of context #batman and robin eternal #batman #bruce wayne #batdad #robin #dick grayson #first robin #funny #dammit bruce #some trust #there is a limit #that last bit was the real truth #900

[bokutosworld]

home sweet home | hq boys with their kids! 

character/pairing: msby black jackals boys with their kids - hinata, atsumu, bokuto, sakusa!

wc: 1.5k words, pure fluff!

summary: when they finally get a much-deserved break from volleyball, there's nothing that the boys want more than to spend time with their little ones. but what do they do if you're not around for the day?

a/n: inspired by my fave korean show the return of superman! i just cant stop imagining how the boys would be like if they were left on their own with their kids<3 hehe

part two with schweiden adlers trio here!

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HINATA SHOYO He wakes up feeling warm. When Hinata opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is the sight of his adorable son laying peacefully on his chest. He brings his hands to ruffle his messy hair, the little boy pressing his cheeks closer to his father's body. It's been a long time since Hinata felt relaxed in the morning, and he honestly thinks that he could stay in this moment forever. But after a few minutes, he finally gets up and stirs the little boy in his arms awake.

"Dad? Where's mom?" Seiji asked, his bright, inquisitive eyes mirrored Hinata's own and he felt proud that his son took after him. He explains that you were off to your parents' house for the weekend and this makes the five-year-old pout. Despite looking a lot like him, Hinata knew that Seiji was a mama's boy and, though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes felt jealous that you were hogging all of his son's attention. So he was over the moon to have time alone with the boy.

"But don't worry! The two of us will have a great all-boys weekend," he declares. All of a sudden Hinata lifts Seiji over his head and places him on his shoulders. The little boy then got excited, starting to loosen up and laugh as they ran out to the living room. "Wow, look at that, Seiji, you are flying!"

With his dad's hands carefully holding him tight, Seiji felt safe and extended his arms in the air as they playfully circled the house. When they got tired, the two boys collapsed on the sofa. Hinata reached over his to mini-me, wiping some sweat that has formed on his forehead, "Are you hungry now? What do you want dad to make for breakfast?"

Seiji looks up at his dad expectantly, waving his fists excitedly with a big smile on his face, "Can we do that again?" And Hinata happily complies, already looking forward to a great father-son bonding.

MIYA ATSUMU "Papa, can we pwease go to Uncle Osamu's shop today?"

This was the third time Atsumu heard the request from his daughter. The four-year-old has taken a strong liking to his twin, and while Atsumu mostly finds this endearing, he wonders if she likes Osamu better than him. He takes the little girl from her sitting position on the floor and sets her on his lap, brushing some strands of hair that have fallen.

"Aya, do you like Uncle Osamu more than me?" As if on instinct, the little girl shakes her head. Worried that she might hurt herself, Atsumu cups her cheeks to stop her movement, but only to be shocked to see that tears are threatening to spill from her doe eyes. Shit, he thinks. "Okay, darling. Don't cry." He brings her to an embrace in an attempt to calm her down. "Let's get you ready, huh. We'll ask free food from Uncle."

When the door to Onigiri Miya opens, Aya immediately goes to Osamu's side, slipping past the counter and running to his open arms. Osamu lifts her up, "Hello there, little girl. Do you want to cook with me today?" She beams and nods her head enthusiastically, waving a hand to her dad who was standing by the door. "Hey, 'Tsumu. Just take a seat wherever, we won't be long here!"

This was the fourth time this week that they have been to his brother's shop. At this rate, he might as well have Aya sleepover with Osamu and let her spend time with her cousins. He opens his camera and takes a selfie, along with a message that he sends to you. Back at Uncle Osamu's again. She loves food just as much as you, it reads. He hears a bell coming from the kitchen, followed by a pitter-patter of footsteps. When he looks up from his phone, he sees Aya running towards him holding a plate with a small riceball on it.

"Papa, look! I made it for you," she excitedly tells him. Atsumu is touched by the gesture, taking the plate to place it on the table and tacking his daughter in a hug. He peppers her cute face with kisses and Aya is giggling, her laughter fills the Onigiri Miya shop. Osamu smiles and takes a photo of the father and daughter.

"I'm so happy, Aya, thank you." Before Atsumu eats it though, he makes sure to take a photo of her masterpiece. Our little chef made this, he proudly captions it before sending it to you.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU When you left Bokuto alone with your two kids, he was confident that he can handle them on his own. But boy, was he wrong. The whole house has been turned upside down with the seven-year-old Naoki jumping all over the place, and the two-year-old Suki crying on her baby chair. Not to mention their golden retriever barking to add to the chaos.

Sighing exasperatedly, Bokuto approaches Suki first, taking her from the chair and swaying to calm her down. He's having a staring contest with the dog, Tama, as his eldest son continues to wreak havoc. Then an idea pops up in his head.

"Naoki, what do you think of taking Tama out for a walk?" The playful boy stops in his tracks, turning slowly to look at his dad. Bokuto moves closer to him and grins. He knows how the young boy has always wanted to walk the dog, only you were opposing in fear that he might let go of the leash. But Bokuto has complete trust in him, and if things go south, he could always chase the dog. He crouches to his son's level, looking at him in the eyes, "We'll keep it a secret from Mom. What do you--"

Before he could even finish his statement, Naoki was already putting on the dog's collar and leash. Bokuto smiles and walks to the kids' room to change Suki's clothes. He pulls out a baby pink dress and carefully dresses his daughter. He also pretties her up, tying her hair in two ponytails with pink ribbons. When they finish getting ready, the trio proceed to walk in the park.

He notices that Naoki is much more behaved and more mature this time, thinking that he definitely looks the part as an older brother. Feeling much more at ease, Bokuto walks with a spring in his step, subtly bouncing the little girl who is strapped to his chest. Suki giggles at his father's actions, and he can't help but kiss her forehead.

"Hey, dad," Bokuto hears Naoki quietly call out to him. He sees the big smile on his son's face and feels like a proud dad. "Thanks for letting me walk Tama." Oh, you bet he was going to brag to you about today.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI Sakusa and his six-year-old daughter, Shiomi, were currently taking a vacation at your parents' house. As much as you wanted to come along with them, work held you up and you had to send off your daughter and husband, wishing them a good time in the countryside.

It's been three days and the little girl has been enjoying time with her grandparents. Sakusa could feel his heart warming whenever he watches her helping her grandmother doing household chores or when she is sitting in the garden and reading a book to her grandfather. He knows how you never want to miss a moment of your daughter's life so he sends you random snapshots and videos throughout the day.

He was lounging on the tatami in the living room, a book in his hands, when Shiomi came running to him. The little girl tugged on his hand, "Papa, come with me! We're planting a tree!" Completely smitten by her, he puts down the book and goes along with her to the back garden.

Shiomi helps him put on some gloves and hands him gardening boots. "Wear these so your feet don't get dirty!"

As soon as he wears them, the two of them proceed to get their tools and start working in the garden. Time always seem to pass quickly when one is having fun, and before Sakusa knows it, they have planted three sprouts of trees and sowed vegetable seeds in the family garden. He glances at Shiomi who is still full with energy, her eyes shining as she proudly looks at her work.

Sakusa hurriedly takes out his phone. "Honey, come here." He beckons her, and removes his glove before wiping a towel to her face. "Let's show Mama what we did today."

Shiomi goes to the other side of tree, pointing at it before displaying the widest grin. Sakusa sets the front camera and their faces are shown on the screen. With the biggest smiles on their faces, he takes a photo and sends it to you, the caption reading: We missed you. Planting is fun!

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuucreations #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu!! #the way my title doesnt make sense but ofc we wont talk about it

[catxsnow]

HAPPINESS B.W.

Request: Will you do a Bruce Wayne x reader where the reader gets hurt because of his life and he just like super sorry and regretful? If you wanna change the bat boy that'll be okay.

Warning: mentions of blood and injury, fluff, angst 

A/N: hello good day one and all, my writing inspiration has plummeted even more but I hope everyone enjoys this. 

Word count: 1.9k 

Bruce never wanted you to be part of his life for this reason. He didn't want an innocent civilian to get caught up in his life as Batman. Someone who couldn't take care of themselves like he or his kids could. He didn't want you to be trapped in the crossfire of his battles and be the one to suffer the consequences.

You knew the risks of being with him. One night he may never make it home because of his fights. Or maybe that one of his sons or daughter would fall again, and this time never return. You knew that maybe, you would somehow be the one to get the bullet instead of someone that would have known how to dodge it.

Maybe if Bruce would have been faster, or if he ignored his pride and asked for help everything would have turned out fine. Maybe if he sacrificed himself, you would have ended up safe. Instead, you laid in a hospital bed. Cast around your arm, brace on your neck. Cuts and bruises laced your skin from the accident.

Except it wasn't an accident. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time and there was nothing that Bruce could have done to help, no matter how much he beat himself up over it. He was saving the lives of others - you would never shame him for that.

Being Batman was something you had to learn to deal with, but his need to save lives was something you could never chastise. You had your fights over it, the crying and screaming matches that seemed to go on for hours. Your pleads to get him to stop when things were going too far.

The times a young Jason Todd would come into your room with red eyes because he heard you and Bruce fights. An older Jason coming to you for comfort after hearing yet another argument with your husband. Tim crawling into your bed with you as Bruce headed out for a night on his own after yelling at you.

Dick, the child you never got a hand in raising, but being there for you because he knew Bruce's antics more than anyone. All his kids adored you, and they all knew what it was like to be on the other end of Bruce's stubborn Wrath.

Bruce was worth it. He was worth every tear, every kiss, every second. Every moment you spent with him, whether it be love or hate, you wouldn't change it for anything. Even if his love was the reason that you were in that bed.

"It's not your fault, Bruce," Dick stood behind the chair in which his adopted father sat. He came back to Gotham the moment that he heard about what happened. Damian had told him scene by scene what occurred - nothing of which Bruce could have stopped. Maybe not even if he was Superman.

Unfortunately, Dick knew all too well that Bruce would feel guilty for this. He was more protective of you than anyone else in this entire world. He would go to any length to keep you safe.

Bruce held your hand in his. The faint pulse was the only thing keeping him sane in that moment. His hair was tousled, likely from the stress he had been under these past few hours. It wasn't often Dick saw him like this. Then again, it wasn't often Bruce ever let anything happen to you.

"I knew a day like this would come and yet I still agreed to let them into my life," Bruce's voice was hoarse - nearly as much as it was when he was under the cowl. The only difference, was now he wasn't hiding behind a mask, he was forced to face the reality of what could happen to those he loved because of his life.

"Growing up, I never thought I'd see the day that you'd fall in love," Dick sat down in the chair across from Bruce. He refused to take his eyes off you, even with his son showing himself. "And then you met (Y/N). I remember them coming over to the mansion for the first time. I wasn't living there anymore but you wanted me to come to meet them.

"I've never seen you laugh, genuinely laugh, so much in one night. I could tell, from that night that they were different than the other woman you brought home. You cared about them from the start, Bruce. (Y/N) wasn't just some other person that you seduced to uphold your playboy act. They knew what they were getting into with you. You can't just force everyone away because you're scared of potential outcomes - that's part of life. Even for Batman."

"They wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me," Bruce tried to argue. Always the glutton for punishment, even when the hand didn't need to be delivered to him.

"And they might have ended up far worse if it hadn't been for you," Dick spoke, his voice steady. He too hated seeing you like this - but if Bruce wasn't going to be the stable one then he had to take that burden. "If there's one thing in this world that people like us struggle to get... it's happiness. You found yours in (Y/N). Don't lose that because of one accident."

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"Father."

It had been days since you had been admitted into the hospital. Yesterday morning you woke up sore, but alive. Bruce was yet to leave your side. Stubble littered his face from going days without shaving. A look that you weren't able to truly appreciate from being asleep half the time.

By this time the next day, you would be allowed to leave, but that didn't make your husband any less worried about your well being. Bruce still blamed himself for what happened, even after you had told him it wasn't his fault in the slightest. You could see the guilt on his face, just as he wore every time something went wrong with you involved.

"I brought you food," Damian held a bag of take-out in his hand. If he knew his father well enough, he'd know that he hadn't eaten anything all day. It was confirmed when he heard the loud growl of Bruce's stomach the moment that he got a whiff of the food in the room. "Eat."

"I'm not hungry," Bruce waved off his son. It was clear he was in need of something to eat, though he was too stubborn to take care of himself while you were in need. Even if it was just watching over you while you slept. Damian shoved the bag directly in front of his face until he reluctantly accepted.

"You need a shower," Damian's nose curled up. He stood looking down at his father. As worried as he had been, he also was acting immaturely. Refusing to take care of himself, constantly under surveillance while you were in good hands as it was. "(Y/N) will be perfectly safe with me. Go home. Get some sleep. We'll be here in the morning and ready to go home."

"I'm fine."

"You're not." Damian eyes the food until Bruce took a bite. It wasn't often that he was worried about his father, but it had been days since he had properly looked out for himself. It was clear how far his love for you went after seeing him like this. Or more so, his guilt for letting this happen. "Do you not trust me to take care of them?"

Bruce's jaw tightened. Truth was, he didn't trust anyone with you. Not even himself. Not even Clark. Damian took his silence as an answer. Of course not. Bruce couldn't trust him for a night out alone on patrol, how was he supposed to trust him with his partner?

"It's my fault they're here, Damian," Bruce sighed. "I've never been so scared before."

This was the first time that Damian had ever seen his father so truly vulnerable. Never in his life did Bruce admit that he was scared, yet here he was completely unscathed and terrified. Dick was right, he found complete and utter happiness in you, and the thought of losing you hurt more than anything else.

He wasn't just scared. He was horrified. Nothing in this world put more fear into him than seeing you suffer, or worse.

"It's not your fault, Father," Damian assured, just as his older brother had. "You always taught me to be brave, to face what scared me most. There's nothing wrong with feeling scared sometimes. It reminds us that we're human, that we're allowed to feel things. (Y/N) loves you, this won't change anything."

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"Bruce would you stop hovering over me, I'm fine!"

You thought getting back to the manor would mean Bruce would finally be off your back about your injuries. It couldn't be more of the opposite. He was constantly trailing behind you, ready to give you aid whenever you needed it. Honestly, you weren't even that sore.

The brace on your neck was gone before you even left the hospital. Your dark bruises were lighter in color and the cuts that required stitches were healing just fine. The only noticeable injury was the cast on your arm, and you could still function just fine without it. Bruce was just being his overly-protective self.

"If I would have known that all I needed to do to get this much attention from you was to get myself hurt, I would have done it a long time ago," You tried to joke. He remained stoic about your comment, your health was no joking matter. You placed your palm on his cheek, the warmth of his skin being soaked up by your own.

"Seriously, hun, I feel perfectly fine. I'm just thankful for you being there." He didn't look convinced. There was nothing worse than failing you, and he had done exactly that.

"Except I wasn't there," he muttered. Bruce tilted his head in shame. He wasn't there to save you fast enough, he should have been. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry that my life put yours at risk."

"Bruce, my love," your fingers caught under his chin. He reluctantly met your eyes. Shame filled his entire body, he was supposed to be able to save the world, and yet he couldn't save the one closest to him. "I will never blame you for anything like this. I need you to know that. No matter what happens to me, It will never be your fault."

"I love you," Bruce's lip trembled. You were quick to bring him into a kiss. After everything that he's done, the last thing that he deserved was guilt. "I can't live without you. You're my happiness, my everything. I was, I was so scared. I can't live without you, (Y/N)."

"And you'll never have to."

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[butwhyduh]

The Art Gallery

Kyle Rayner x batsis!reader fluff

Summary: the reader has a charity benefit at an art gallery and hopes that Kyle will actually show up because he’s not the most punctual boyfriend.

“Be there. Show up,” you begged him and Kyle nodded quickly.

“I’ll be there. I promise,” he said. It was the 3rd time that week that he had flaked on you. Why was he the sweetest guy when he was with you but a complete flake otherwise?

Kyle kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “Don’t worry. I won’t miss it for the world,” he promised. “I know how important this show is to you.”

“Thank you,” you said giving him a kiss.

3 hours later

Kyle was having a much harder time keeping his promise. It was an hour until the showing and he was currently fighting some kind of 12 leg tentacle monster in the Bronx. He used a giant hammer like they use at a carnival the smack the monster who was currently trying to eat him.

His phone went off. He knew it was you. But his hands were a little busy holding the monster from biting him with its nasty beak. God, what kind of cryptid is this??

“Hey Kyle, I hope you are on your way and that’s why you aren’t answering. I’m getting ready to leave and I’m going to be leaving in the next 30 minutes. I’m going to be mad if you don’t show at all and I’m hoping you ride with me. This benefit,” you said on his voicemail. “It’s a big deal for me. I didn’t have the easiest childhood growing up and this is my way to give back. Change the actual foster home that I grew up in for the better. If you don’t show.... Kyle, I don’t know how things will work. I really need to know you’re there for me. Anyways, call me back when you get the chance. I’ve got to go.”

Kyle got the alert that he got a voicemail just as he threw a green boulder at the monster. It growled at him but was slower to get up. The voicemail was forgotten as he swung a wrecking ball at it. The beast went down with a thud. Kyle dropped the wrecking ball on it and it finally stopped moving. Right before it threw up purple slime all over him.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” he groaned. Kyle checked his watch. 15 minutes to be on time. And he had to shower and throw on a suit before going across town. Good thing he was Green Lantern. Kyle started flying over when his phone started ringing.

“Hey, I’m on the way. Work had me tangled up but I’m on the way,” he said quickly.

“Your work as a freelance artist?” You asked, suspiciously. “If you don’t want to come Kyle, you should just say that,” you said angrily. Yeah, he deserved that.

“No I do,” he said in earnest. “Trust me. I’ll be there. I know how important it is to you. I’ve got to go so I can get there.”

You sighed heavily. “Fine. But you better show,” you warned.

Kyle was in the process of unlocking his door when he heard a scream from down the block. No no no, that isn’t what he needs today. But clearly someone’s in trouble. He hurried over to see 4 guys surrounding a woman who was clutching her purse in fear.

“Seriously? You can’t do anything better with your time?” He said before flying down between her and them. It didn’t take much time to disable them and tie them up but it was 5 minutes he couldn’t get back. Kyle didn’t even wait to see the cops arrive before he ducked inside to shower and change.

It took 7 minutes to scrub all the goo off and 4 minutes to put on a suit, which Kyle thought was impressive. Now if he could just fly across town he would only be 5 minutes late.

Kyle got halfway there before he saw an emergency. A freakin train was driving dangerously fast into the city. Kyle looked at his suit and groaned. It was probably gonna get ruined, even under the green lantern suit. He flew close to the train to see the conductor panicking and pressing all kind of buttons. Okay, that wasn’t going to fix it.

Kyle made a new brake on the train and pulled the lever. For a minute the train started slowing before the brake snapped and the train sped up. “Shit, okay okay. Don’t panic.” Kyle strapped a huge parachute and 4 brakes on the train and it slowed down a lot but not enough. Not enough for the sharp corner it was going to need to make. Kyle created a Superman to push on the front of the train. He groaned under the strain of multiple projections. The train slowed down more but he couldn’t tell if it was enough for the curve. Kyle joined the Superman and pushed the train with his ring, willing it to slow. It whipped towards its side as it sped around the corner and he could hear the passengers screaming. Kyle created a huge hamburger helper hand to hold the train upright and it made it through the curve in one piece.

The train engineer stood up in triumph and the train started slowing on its own. It finally came to a stop on a bridge over the highway. Passengers cheered to be safe. Kyle winced when he realized he would need to get these passengers to safety off of the tracks. He made some green gondolas that started carrying the passengers to the street where cops were already arriving. It took another 20 minutes to get them all to safety.

Kyle looked at his phone as he flew of. “Shit,” he breathed. He was 20 minutes late and you had left 3 more messages. He hurried to the side entrance and almost went in without taking his green lantern suit off. He grabbed some flowers from the flower bed along the walkway, sorry, to give to you.

“Hey,” Kyle said straightening his tie as he walked over to you. He hid the collar that was black with whatever was on the train. You grinned and suddenly his frantic activity was worth it. You gave him a big hug and took the flowers from him.

“You made it,” you said, kissing his cheek. You threaded your fingers in his and gave him a tour of the gallery. “And this is the acting coordinator of the exhibit,” you said, introducing Kyle to an older woman. She shook his hand with a polite smile.

“Yes your girlfriend, she’s our biggest contributor and has made a huge difference, both for local artists and her charity. It’s pretty amazing. I couldn’t have done it without her. Do you smell motor oil,” she asked with a frown. “Or some kind of chemical smell?”

“Probably me,” he laughed nervously. “Had a flat tire. That’s why I’m late.”

“Oh that would make sense,” she nodded before excusing herself to speak to other people.

“There’s something I want to show you,” you said with a shy grin. Kyle looked at you curiously. You took his hand and a bit of a breath and guided him over to a particular piece on the wall.

It was a charcoal sketch of a woman in a bed, clearly nude but under covers, asleep. To be more precise, it was you. You watched Kyle nervously. He stared at the art and the frame and the small metal plate beneath it that simply said his name and phone number along with the title ‘freelance artist.’ He stared a little too long and you started to get nervous that he didn’t like it. You should have asked. You grasped your elbow in your hand and Kyle suddenly turned to you with a serious look.

“You didn’t have to-“

“I wanted to,” you answered his unasked question. Kyle grinned and picked you up in a hug. He twirled you in a circle and you giggled while holding his shoulder. “Put me down,” you yelped with laughter.

“Sorry, yeah. Not the place,” he said with a nervous laugh at the people staring. He rubbed the back of his neck and big his lip. “That’s amazing tho. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I did chose local artists and I happen to know a guy...” you said playfully.

“Gosh I hope it’s me,” Kyle replied with a grin.

“Of course it is,” you said holding his hand. “So why do you actually smell like industrial oil? And why were you late?”

“Well, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you later,” he said giving you a knowing look.

“I’m tingling with anticipation,” you answered dryly. “You’re okay that I picked that particular sketch...”

“Mixed feelings on my girlfriend naked in an art gallery.... but it is a really good likeness to you...... I’m kidding. It’s great,” he said kissing your forehead.

“Okay I’ve got to get back to work but there is a ton of food to try,” you said.

“Fancy food?” He said suspiciously.

“Well yeah. But we’ll go get burgers afterwards,” you said walking off. Kyle had a little grin on his face as he watched you work.

Of course he had no idea that a week later his phone would be ringing off the hook looking for work.

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[galactic-magick]

Three Almost Kisses: Barry Allen/The Flash x Reader

Request: (late night Barry simp returns) So, I had a cute/silly/sappy idea where reader's dating Barry, but like, every time they want to kiss, something comes up and it's rain checked, until like, it reaches a breaking point of "idc if I'm a half second late, I want to kiss my partner!"

Summary: The three times your kisses with Barry were interrupted, and the one time they weren’t.

Words: 900+

Warnings: a swear word or two, otherwise none

Author’s Notes: I loved writing this, it was a really cute idea!

Taglist: @deniedmysign​ @candid-confetti​

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One:

You grip his hand on the bus, sitting beside him for moral support. You offered to come with him on the way to his job interview, hoping to help him calm down or convince him he doesn’t need one more thing on his plate; but you can still feel him shaking with no plans for not going through with it.

You understand why he works so hard, you genuinely do, but gosh you wish he wasn’t dealt such a bad hand in life so he could just have a normal college experience. You’re honestly surprised he has any leftover time to spend with you at all, after all his homework and jobs and basic human needs.

When you finally reach your stop, you give him a hug and tell him you’ll wait for him in the library across the street.

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” he smiles, gazing at your lips.

You lean in a bit, but his attention soon darts to his watch.

“Shit! I’m late!” he stumbles back, running towards the store. “I’ll- um, we can-“

“Just go, Barry,” you laugh.

“Later!”

You tense up as he goes, desperately praying he won’t get hit by a car or something.

 Two:

It’s your first official date in ages, you’ve both been busy, especially Barry, but you’ve got a free hour or so to spend some time together.

Your dates are usually simple. Neither of you have the money for fancy restaurants or buying tons of stuff for each other, so usually you’ll just grab a couple snacks from the dollar store and watch a movie you already own. All you really care about is spending time with each other anyway, it doesn’t matter how or where.

He drapes an arm around you on the couch and presses play, grabbing a handful from the snack bowl.

You get through most of the movie before something happens, right as he was about to kiss you, this time an alert on his phone making a blaring noise.

It’s not uncommon for this to happen. He claims he has to leave quite frequently, coming up with a different excuse each time. Sometimes it’s a work emergency, sometimes family, sometimes an assignment he forgot. He usually rushes out the door, and sometimes you don’t see him for the rest of the night. You have every right to be suspicious, but you trust him wholeheartedly and you’re sure he has a good reason.

You really wish you could have at least gotten that kiss though.

 Three:

“I have to take you somewhere, okay?” Barry says to you, a sense of urgency in his voice.

“Now?”

“Please, just trust me,” he picks you up in his arms and starts sprinting, but soon he’s going so fast you have no sense of what’s happening, and you’re already at your destination before you can scream.

He sets you down in a big room full of tech and screens, and some of the superheroes you’ve heard about are standing there too.

“Barry- what the fuck is going on?!” you yell. “You’re the red streak?! Why didn’t you tell me? Where am I? Is that Wonder Woman?!”

She waves and smiles at you.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he places his hands on your shoulders. “I wanted to tell you but I wasn’t sure how. And I brought you here to keep you safe. There’s a big bad alien trying to destroy the world right now and we have to go stop him, and I need you to stay here so you can’t get hurt, okay?”

“Okay. Okay,” you take a deep breath. “I just- I’m not mad, I mean, honestly this explains a lot, but holy shit Barry-”

“It’ll be fine, I promise,” he assures you. “Just stay here a while, alright? Batman’s boss Alfred is here too if you need anything, and Superman might show up in a bit,”

“Superman?!”

“I’ll explain everything after,” he leans in to kiss you goodbye, but the team calls him over so they can go.

You slump down in the nearest chair, trying to process everything.

Hopefully that’s not the last time you see him.

 -

 It’s multiple hours before you hear anything, and you end up going home to get some sleep. You’re only going to have more anxiety if you stay here, and Alfred makes sure you get home safely.

The villain they’re fighting is miles away anyway, and honestly you’re not even sure what they’re up against so what’s to be scared of?

Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself to ignore all the nerves.

You try your best to sleep, with very little success.

You hear a knock on the door, and you drag yourself up to get it.

“Hey-“

It’s Barry, and you immediately wrap your arms around him.

“Holy shit Barry, I thought you died,”

“Not yet,” he chuckles. “Hey, I have to check a few things with the team, but I wanted to see you first,”

You frown, “Can’t you stay just for a bit? Please?”

He brings a hand to your face, eyes darting around your features, “You know what, yeah. I can be a few minutes late if it means I get to kiss you,”

“Finally-“

He cuts you off with his lips on yours. It was definitely worth the wait, and you can almost swear you feel an actual spark.

Benefits to dating the lightning fast hero, you suppose.

He doesn’t pull away until he absolutely has to, and he comes back for more without a second thought.

“Maybe I can be a little more late,” he smirks.

“No, you should go,” you smile. “Go be a hero,”

He nods and he’s gone.

#barry allen x reader #the flash x reader #justice league x reader #justice league imagine #dceu #zsjl #zack snyder’s justice league #flashing gif

[kimberly-spirits13]

Roy Harper Dating HC (Request):

Batfam:

This guy is already experienced with the Batfam

He meets you through missions and then gets closer and closer without the help of Jason

That helps a lot since Jason can trust him more

jay knows that you have a good sense of placement and that you can take care of yourself

So he just gives his blessing and moves on

Roy is the kind of guy that Bruce doesn't want you dating

He's the bad boy the dads are always trying to keep their daughters away but eventually, over time Roy earns his trust and blessing more and more

It starts out with him taking you on nice, simple dates

From beach walks and junk food picnics to an amusement park and movies, he makes sure to spend time with you

After any very stressful week of solving cases and patrol, he pulls you onto the couch to watch stupid reality TV or Star Wars movies

Totally an older- classic movie fan as well

Dude's a fanboy to things and you cannot change my mind

he stays in the cave working on his arrows and technique while you either train or work cases

Always teasing you and flirting

If you get a costume change, he notices (like really notices 🙃)

When Bruce annoys you, Roy is the kind of person that'll throw his fingers up like the bat ears on Bruce's suit and mock him

*Roy running around chaotically* I AM VenGeAnCe, I AM THE NigHT, I AM BaTMAn

it's pretty funny but he'd rather die than be caught by anyone but you since that'd be scary if it were B and embarrassing if it were anyone else

Superfam:

This dude SLOW BURN ROMEO AND JULIET

Clark does not approve

Basically the only way that you can get to Roy is when you're on a mission or with the league

Maybe you'd also be hanging with the Batfam since that's a thing for the Super and Bat kids to do

Jon and Kon aint no snitches so they say NOTHING

Kon does make the pact with Roy that he won't say anything but if Roy hurts you, it's done for him

Clark is very sure to make sure that you're always safe and sound

Which is annoying

At first you only really see Roy as the player guy with issues whom your dad always said to stay away from

and of course Superman knows best so you went with it

Lois knew that you'd have a crush on him eventually

After months and months of slowly getting more and more comfortable with Roy, you two went on your first date

It was secret and you had to make sure that your dad would never know

The time that Clark finally accepted it was when you were shot with Kryptonite by Luthor

Clark was devastated that he couldn't get to you since he was tied up at the moment during the same mission a few blocks away

Roy was the first on the scene and extracted the bullet making sure to give you an antidote

It saved your life and Clark owed it to him

You're always hanging out now

he teaches you to shoot with his bow and is impressed when you already know since it's a farm thing

Though he does teach you things that you wouldn't've gotten at the farm

You'll fly him up into the air to practice bird's eye shooting

best team work

Basically your high school sweetheart turned long lasting romance

Speedsters:

Crack heads

you two are insanely chaotic all the time

Going everywhere

Doing everything

Basically you have weekly movie nights, always running around, road trips, insane patrols and missions

Like ya'll do be doin the most

Barry and the rest accept him and love him

Wally is already close with Roy and so he's cool with it

He trusts Roy

Roy basically has the time of his life every single day

Flirting and pun gods

You, Jason, Roy, Wally, Star, Artemis, and Bazzaro are basically the Outlaw Justice League which is pretty awesome

The Justice League but mouthier and more likely to flip off a diplomat

Not that they didn't deserve it

He always makes sure that there's food

Very very important because a hangry Speedster is a terrifying site

He's also prone to having a very might metabolism

So there's always food

He likes energy drinks and was terrified the first time that you got your hands on one

It was non-stop chaos and now he hides caffeine and everything energy drink wise from you

absolutely not happening

Green Lantern:

He is always hanging out with you and that's that

Best friends to lovers

always wants to know things about your ring

Literally makes you create a crossbow or bow and arrows so that he can saw he's used the Green Lantern's weapons

Just so that he can do that, that's the only reason

May or may not have convinced you to create a massive crossbow so he can launch himself at a villain or something stupidly dangerous that you didn't have time to say no to

Always playing pranks on each other whether that be basic pranks or full on elaborate kind of collapse on floor pranks from laughing

Roy always misses you on your missions outside of Earth and makes sure to ask tons of questions when you get back since sometimes the missions are actually really really cool

You drag him to the League's tower since you have to go there for briefings

The best road trip music taste

Just a random thing but he probably has great music

Just sayin

makes you watch old movies especially sci-fi even if you've already seen them

Immaculate tv show taste

You create some really awesome archery courses for him to run which really help with training

All request are completed and coming out within the next few days, went ahead and got this done since my best friend asked for it lmao but they are coming quickly and daily, plus the Dick and then Bruce series are to come

#dc x reader #dc comics #dc characters #batfam x reader #batboys x reader #batfam #headcanon #teen titans x reader #teen titans #teen titans x y/n #roy harper x y/n #roy harper x you #roy harper x reader #roy harper #arsenal #Arsenal x reader #red arrow #green arrow #red hood and the outlaws #outlaws x speedster #outlaws x reader #outlaws

[jayankles]

Something to Consider

Pairing: Diana Prince x Reader/ Wonder Woman x Reader

Summary: Diana walks in at the end of a meeting between Lex and Y/N, she warns her that he is nothing but bad news. Based on the request from lovely anon: hi !! can I request Wonder Woman x fem!reader smut please? 💞 Lex Luthor flirts with the reader and Diana gets jealous af.. Maybe the reader could be related to Batman (while Diana's like Superman) so it's like a spin on the BvS scene 🥰🥰

Word Count: 1659

Warnings: smut, angst?

Written for: @anyfandomgoesbingo​

Square Filled: Angst

“Thanks for the drink, Lex.” You smirked, sipping at the whiskey, never breaking eye contact with the man. Your eyes dance over his face, trying to gage his usual stoic expression. But this time his face was one of the smallest of smiles that you had ever seen on that man’s face that wasn’t a sinister one.

“It’s just a drink, Miss Y/L/N,” Lex says, nonchalantly. Because for him, it is just a drink, it means nothing to him yet the small gesture has meant something because you had taken it from him as if it were a silent peace offering. 

“The glass I have, costs what... thirty five grand?” You shook your head at him but still took another sip. That amount of money meant nothing to Lex, it hadn’t even made a dent in his bank account.

“Unfortunately Miss Y/L/N,” Lex looked at the time on his watch. “I do have another appointment. It was a pleasure talking with you. Just think about my offer, Y/N. My door is always open, especially for a woman like you.” Lex purrs at you, his hand covering yours before he winks and walks away. You turn to watch him walk away and spot Diana in your sight. Your smile widens as you see the woman that plagues your dreams. 

Narrowing her eyes at you, she looks between you and the door Lex just walked through. “What was that all about? ‘Just think about my offer.’ What did he offer you?”

Your smile drops at the seriousness in her question. “What are you talking about? Why are you so concerned, baby? It’s just Lex Luthor, you know I can handle myself around men. It’s the women that make my legs a little shaky.”

“Do you know how dangerous he is?”

“Honey, I know dangerous. He… he is not it.” You reach out but Diana steps away, shaking her head at your actions.

“You don’t know him like I do, whatever his offer is please… don’t even consider thinking about it. He is capable of so many things that you don’t understand.” Her eyes silently plea with you, compelling you to not take Lex Luthor up on whatever it was that he had offered you. Diana didn’t want you to fall into a false sense of security to trust the man that had played a continuous game with her and the people in her team.

Your eyes hovered between both of hers and you knew she just wanted to protect you from something that you didn’t know anything about, there was something deeper going on between the two of them. 

“Okay,” you said, holding your hands out once more waiting for her to take them this time. “I’ll take care of him. I won’t accept his offer.”

“What did he offer you? Was it sexual favors?” Diana mumbles, trying to figure out what it was that Lex wanted from you to offer you something.

“Oh, Diana, are you jealous? Of a man?” you ask, your hands dropping to her hips to pull her close before you cupped her face in your hands, pressing your lips softly to hers. “I’m all yours, Diana. I promise. Let’s go home.”

*

You could feel Diana’s eyes burning into the back of your head as you turned the key into your home. She was on you as soon as she had slammed the door closed. Lips attacking yours as soon as she could reach you, your eyes widened before you start to kiss her back, tugging at any piece of clothing that you find so you can be closer to her.

With no struggle at all, she lifts you into her waiting arms, legs instinctively wrapping around her delicate hips as she harshly palms at your ass. She takes in your face, you’re perfect. The way your eyes never break from hers, the way your mouth falls open just after you bite it, but what tips Diana over the edge is the way she can hear your heart pounding in your chest. Like it is beating so hard just to reach out to her, to tangle with hers as if you couldn’t live without her hearing it.

“I love you.” It’s a hushed whisper and if you hadn’t been looking at her, you would have missed it but you heard the three most important words that meant the entire world to you. It was the three words that you had never heard before nor had you said them to anyone before.

Your lips connected once more. A fire burning low in your stomach, you ached for her. “I love you, too.”

Diana didn’t need to think twice about leading you to your bedroom. She gently set you down on your bed, not breaking the contact between the two of you until she kissed her way down your body, over your clothes, stopping just above the waistband of your pants. Diana looks up from her lashes and you see the desire in her eyes and you can’t distinguish whether it’s love or lust. You determine that it’s lust for now, you could be wrong after all. 

Easily, she removes your shoes and moves up your legs to unbutton your pants, seductively dragging them down your legs. You can feel your wetness seeping through your panties. Diana tilts her head to the side, a sneaky smirk on her face as she ripped your panties in half, tossing them across the room, leaving your cunt bare and in all its soaking wet glory.

“Diana…” you whispered, wriggling your body underneath her gaze. You didn’t know whether you were pleading for. Her lips on yours or on your pussy? You were happy for either event to occur. Diana, however, picked the latter, her body lowering so that she was lying flat on her stomach. Her eyes flickered from yours to your dripping pussy. She softly swept one of her fingers through your folds, licking off your arousal, humming at the sweet nectar she had collected. “Absolutely perfect.”

You whimpered at her praise, your hips rolling up, trying to find any friction to release the ache between your legs. The Amazon Warrior takes her time, pressing soft kisses from your knee and slowly travelling across your thigh, so close yet so far from the spot you needed her to be. Finally, she licked her tongue through your folds to your clit. You hiss as Diana continues to work over your pussy, her tongue flicking over your clit before she suctions it between her lips, sucking it until you are clawing at the bed sheets beneath your body, trying to grab hold of anything that could ground you as Diana drove you to new heights. Your mouth falls open, you squeak out a noise as Diana continues to lick your cunt and swallow down your arousal. She pushes your legs open, bringing her fingers up to swipe through your folds before two of them sink into your weeping cunt, opening yourself up to her, giving her everything you have to offer.

You feel your stomach tighten under her fingers and tongue, her ministrations sending sharp pains through your body, you shoot up, trying to close your legs around Diana’s head but her strength prevents you from moving even an inch away from her. “Keep going. Please… don’t stop.”

Diana obeyed, picking up speed in her movements, her tongue and fingers moving faster to push you to your orgasm. With a final pump of her fingers inside of your pussy, her fingers curl up into your inner walls and you’re putty in her hands, exploding around her digits as she rides out the waves of your high.

“Jesus, maybe I’ll have to make you jealous more often if that is what is going to happen.” You breathed out, trying to find an equilibrium. “I’m sorry that I made you feel inferior. To Lex Luthor of all people.”

Diana rolls her eyes, kissing her way back up your body. “Shut up, Y/N. Next time won’t be as pleasurable for you.”

“So, there is a next time.” You hummed, bringing her face to yours, silencing her with a kiss before she spoke again. “I’ll tell Lex no. I don’t want to upset you when you were just trying to protect me. I get it.”

Diana pulled you close, pressing her lips to the crown of your head, tucking you into her warm embrace. You felt so safe and secure in her arms. That was the point where you knew exactly what you were going to do.

*

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t you again, Miss Y/L/N.”

You peered over your shoulder to see the same man from a few weeks ago. “What is it this time, Lex? You bought me a house? A boat? An entire Island?”

“Oh, dear, no,” the man scoffed out a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. I concocted a serum. For you, I should add.”

“Lex, I told you, I don’t want any part of this and the game that we were playing. I didn’t sign up for it, please. As much as I would love to live a long and healthy life,” you breathe out, shaking your hands in front of you. “I would be forever in your debt. I appreciate your offer Mr Luthor, but I’ll have to decline. I have to live the rest of my life - whatever is left of it - as best I can, especially with the people I love. But thank you, the trouble you went through to help me means a lot.”

With your last words to him, you nod your head at the powerful man and press a kiss to his cheek. You were going to leave this earth whenever someone up there decided that it was your time to go but until then, you were going to love Diana Prince with all your heart. Nothing less.

#anyfandomgoesbingo #diana x reader #diana prince x reader #diana x reader angst #diana angst #diana prince x reader angst #diana smut #diana x reader smut #diana prince x reader smut #wonder woman x reader #wonder woman x reader smut #jayankles #jayankles writes #bailey writes