#baby bart points @ him SO SMALL

[pup-pee]

hi i did it

srry don i cut u out i rlly didnt want 2 draw 2 adults ;;

#angways thisbis the 1st time ive drawn mel & liked it??!?!? #ignore baby anotomy pls this is only the 2nd tkme ive drawn #the 1st will rot in my sketchbook 4EVER IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY #i rlly didnt eant 2 draw super short hair on bart bc its either hair or bald 4 him srry not srry SO I #i lost my train of thought #GODDMANIT DONT TALK 2 ME WHEN IM THPING TAGS NOOOOOO #cries sobbs anyways uhm #aw man i 4got everything #meloni allen #meloni thawne #bart allen #baby bart points @ him SO SMALL #puppee art #dc

[suzukiblu]

Day twelve of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Tim waits until the next morning, after their latest Young Justice sleepover has both occurred and concluded, and catches Kon while Cissie is bullying Bart away from the pancake mix and taking over the kitchen for her and Cassie to make everyone breakfast. It’s their turn, which is for the best; last time was Kon and Suzie, and they’d absolutely wrecked the kitchen before finally confessing that Kon had never actually cooked before and Suzie didn’t know if she knew how to. 

Breakfast had been Pop-Tarts and it’d taken them two hours to clean up the kitchen. Tim had just decided not to ask questions, at that point. 

“I’ve got a summary of the intel you asked for,” Tim says, holding out his single-page “report” for Kon, tucked nice and neat into a manilla folder. Kon looks startled. 

“Huh?” he says, blinking down at the folder. 

“I looked into Tim Drake,” Tim clarifies. “Long story short, you’re in the clear. His grades are stable, his disciplinary record isn’t concerning, and his psychological profile falls within acceptable parameters. His mother passed away a couple years ago, but his father just got remarried and he and the stepmother aren’t involved in anything shady, there’s no other relatives or criminal associates on record, and the family business’s practices are only a little morally dubious, which in Gotham is practically sainthood, frankly. Maybe don’t accept any unsourced archeological finds from him if it comes up, but otherwise you should be good. Go ahead and make friends.” 

“Uh, right,” Kon says, a brief flash of embarrassment crossing his face as his ears redden. “Friends. Yeah. Uh–you seriously checked him out to Bat-standards that quick, though? Geez, man, you didn’t have to do that. I coulda waited a couple weeks.” 

“Just rearranged a little casework that wasn’t time-sensitive anyway,” Tim replies, repressing a wince. Maybe he should’ve padded the time a little more on this. He doesn’t want Kon to think he wasn’t taking his request seriously. “Also, he’s a civilian high school student with exactly two family members and a fairly small friend group. There weren’t a lot of rabbit holes to go down.” 

“I guess not,” Kon says, looking awkwardly at the folder for a moment before pushing it back towards him. “Uh. I don’t need to, like . . . read that or anything. If you say he’s good, I mean.” 

“You don’t?” Tim asks, a little mystified. Kon looks embarrassed again. 

“It’s weird enough asking for a background check on a dude who’s apparently just trying to be nice,” he says. “I’m not gonna read it if there’s nothing I actually need to know.” 

Tim blinks, still more mystified, though he’s not sure if it’s Kon turning down perfectly-presented intel on a stranger or Kon trusting his opinion enough to turn down that intel that’s doing it. 

“Okay,” he says. “If you’re sure.”

“Uh, yeah. You really didn’t have to rush it, though,” Kon says, still looking embarrassed; tucking a loose curl of hair behind his ear in incredibly distracting fashion that Tim has to struggle to not be distracted by with limited success. “Like–it’s cool of you, but I really could’ve waited a couple weeks. Like, he’s probably not gonna go full mask-off supervillain day one at the mall, you know?” 

“I had the time,” Tim says, still feeling a little odd. “And it’s better to know before you spend too much time around him anyway, isn’t it?” 

Also, better to know so Tim can progress on bribing Kon out of his shitty lab-life and into a cute little cul-de-sac somewhere. Or an apartment building. Or an apartment block. 

“I guess, yeah,” Kon says, his face inexplicably reddening. “Um. Yeah. Uh. Thanks, Rob.”

Then he zips off abruptly without another word, and Tim is left mildly bewlidered and looking at the empty space he was just standing in. 

“. . . you’re welcome,” he says after a moment, no less bewildered, and puts the report away. 

He doesn’t really get Kon as a person, sometimes, but at least this is another step forward on the plan. He still needs to talk it all out with him as Tim Drake and work him up to it, because even Kon’s very weird socialization clearly still thinks it’s kinda strange for somebody to just offer to rent an apartment for him out of the blue, but then again, maybe that’s just because he thought Tim might be a supervillain. Which Tim still isn’t, technically. He’s like, a proto-supervillain at best. And only when it comes to bank fraud and pre-planning, because if he’s learned anything from Bruce at all, it’s that being the most prepared person in a situation absolutely always pays off. 

Maybe he can get Kon to quit Cadmus completely, if he plays his cards right here. He’ll start with a place that Kon can commute from, or at least by pretending they’re looking for a place that Kon can commute from. Maybe Cadmus would actually fucking pay him more than a pittance and an expense account, then, and Kon could save up a little. Tim should look into what the other field agents get, actually, though chances are “free room and board” is probably on most of their paychecks too, since Cadmus more than likely made most of them too. 

Fucking shitty asshole cloning labs. 

Maybe Tim should actually bribe some lobbyists the next time clones’ rights come up in legislation. Or just as soon as he has Kon safe and settled and secure outside of Cadmus, whichever comes first. That would definitely be a good use of his trust fund. 

Or just all of Drake Industries’ profits for that quarter, depending on how effectively he can distract his dad for said quarter. 

Tim’s a reasonably resourceful person. He could work something out. 

Also, clones’ rights implies getting Cadmus potentially shut down or at least more closely monitored, and maybe conning Superman into paying back child support for being irresponsible with his DNA. An incredibly powerful alien specifically primed for the local environment absolutely should’ve known better than to not have something arranged in case of his death besides just letting someone bury him, of all things. Incredibly stupid idea on his part, frankly. Isn’t there an AI running the Fortress of Solitude, to say nothing of all the androids? He absolutely could’ve set up a failsafe to come collect his body and lock down the Fortress once it was inside. Not a perfect solution, obviously, but definitely a better one than “let Metropolis just do whatever they feel like”. 

Much better, in Tim’s opinion. 

Seriously. Kryptonians are basically invasive predators on Earth. Superman absolutely should’ve known better than to leave his own dead body lying around. Frankly, Tim’s disappointed in Bruce for that one. He really should’ve had a talk with Superman about that particular oversight before Kon even happened. Not that Tim’s complaining about Kon existing, but Kon is basically the best-case scenario they could’ve gotten out of that. What if somebody’d possessed Superman’s empty body? What if they’d stripped it for parts and made a whole army of Supermen? What if any fucking number of things had happened? 

There’d better be something in place now, is all Tim’s gonna say. 

. . . maybe he’ll set up a high-yield savings account for any potential future Kon 2.0’s, just in case Superman decides to be stupid again. Just make monthly deposits and let it all collect interest. Tim’s not ready to be a clone-dad, but he can get the groundwork going. 

Hell, maybe he’ll make a Kon 2.0 one day. 

. . . that is an insane person thought, Tim recognizes. And way farther down along the supervillain pipeline than he wants to be right now. 

Still, Kon’s a hybrid, so he’s probably infertile, right? Which means if he ever wants to have kids or anything, he’d need–

Oh god, Tim thinks, and immediately hides his bright red face behind his fake summary of his own life story. Okay. New thought processes. New thoughts. New . . . everything, at this point. New all-the-things. 

He’s sixteen, he reminds himself accusingly. There is absolutely nothing about the idea of Kon with a little Kryptonian-ish baby that should appeal to him at all at this stage in his life. 

Just, well, his inner future supervillain apparently has a thing for punk telekinetic DILFs, he guesses. 

Well, given the timeline he’s intending to go supervillain on–

If Tim ever meets a telepath, he thinks he should probably just quit, actually. Like, for good. There is no possible way it wouldn’t end in absolute mortification. 

Oh god, Dubbilex is a telepath, isn’t he. Tim is never going to be able to be in the same room with the man again without employing every possible meditation technique he knows, because otherwise his brain is just going to be screaming about what Kon looks like soaked in Kool-Aid with his hair slicked back. Or how he smirks when he’s flirting with a civilian stranger at a café. Or the mental image of him in a crop top and Daisy Dukes version of his superhero costume, ngh–

Tim can definitely just never be in the same room with Dubbilex again. Or Martian Manhunter. Or maybe just anyone. 

Dammit.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon #long post

[gretahayes]

more core four repair shop au thoughts;

the fixing shop gives very much cosy small candy shop vibes despite it being like...two stories tall and a mix of a woodworking station, a metalworking station, a forge, a car mechanic, a tech store, a tailor store, a toy store, a library (tim and bart like to read and go through reading material fast, so they figured they may as well), and a sort of bakery.

(it's only a bakery when kon keeps everyone else out of the kitchen (yes they have a kitchen, keep up) for long enough to bake successfully. if he succeeds, you get whatever new recipe he tried out that day, or the old reliables. the old reliables come out when he's having a busy or rough day and wants something low-effort and comforting.)

(also, he doesn't sell what he bakes. he gives them out. unless you've got three hours to argue over paying, you're getting it for free.)

it's got a big winding staircase leading up to the second storey and just like a hole. smackdab in the middle of the store, so they can lean over the railing and yell to each other

it's also much bigger on the inside than the outside. how? magic. (when the core four says this, locals laugh and take it as a joke. it is not a joke. they now owe zatanna a favor)

new branches are constantly being added, and new stuff. one day they picked up crocheting and suddenly there was crocheted stuff for sale. anita popped by and for a few days, second hand kid toys/clothes were offered.

it's not a cafe but they've got a good coffee machine, a lot of mugs, the Good Coffee™, and all know how to make good drinks. if you've got a few bucks to spare, it's heavenly.

tim fixes cameras sometimes :) he's had a lot of cameras through his lifetime and marvels at antiques, well-loved cameras, and newer models all the same.

cassie fixes weapons! cosplayers and people who just have weapons on hand come to the shop, drop it off, and a day/week later their weapon is fixed.

if you come when cissie's visiting, she'll help you with your bow.

traya visits with flowers and is a very chatty and helpful salesperson for the day until she's got to go back home. she also refuses to "sell" stuff without collecting any money.

bart knows how to do almost everything so he does a lot of the work, but it keeps him busy and there's a lot of different stuff to be fixed so he never gets bored.

when asked by the titans or the jla members they're related to/mentor them how it's going, they usually only tell the hero stuff, which is wild because Small Town Nonsense, so the justice league is like oh my God???? are you guys okay over there?? are you sure you don't need help??

they're like no we're living our peaceful cottagecore dream literally fuck off??

justice league: you got dismembered yesterday??

core four: the demon was just a scared kid, plus they gave us our limbs back, it's literally fine.

justice league: we don't think-

core four: we're about plant a garden. fuck off.

the titans at least visit Sometimes (dick, donna and wally obviously, but they won't object to a visit from kori or vic or gar) so they know the core four are happy and mostly vibing so they don't have many protests.

sometimes they've got baby heroes their shop, jai and irey poking around, damian petting their emotional support dog (her name is buddy. she is not a trained emotional support dog but she is very good at listening. she's part golden retriever and part princess of hell. don't ask.), assorted speedsters and arrowfam teens coming and going.

their town (and shop because they've got an alien, a speedster, and a demigod. it's a cauldron of magic) is sort of at the point where the dimensional barrier is sort of...thin? so sometimes they've got other versions of baby heroes in their shop, just chilling until they can get them back home.

on one notable occasion, they've had a teen mar'i, a toddler jackson hyde, a pre-teen cerdian and robbie, and a six-year-old chris kent all at the same time. that's the most like parents they've ever felt.

tim knew they'd all end up crashing in one bed so he just bought like...an alaskan king size bed in one room then regular beds in the others. he was not going to lie to himself.

#my rambles #tim drake #yj #bart allen #core four #cassie sandsmark #kon el #90s young justice #young just us #core four repair shop au

[cthulhusstepmom]

Another dichotomy Soap finds is just how jarring it is to wake up from the best sleep he's ever had in the arms of the man he's been obsessed with since they'd first collided. He doesn't slip out while Ghost is still asleep but it's an embarrassingly near thing, largely stopped by the tight grip his Lt has around his middle. He doesn't register drifting back to sleep but the next time he wakes a heavy hand is jerkily stroking through his hair in absentminded movements. It's the best thing he's ever felt. He doesn't want it to end, especially considering the talk that would follow it, awkward at best and soul crushing at worst. Soap doesn't want to lose this, not when he'd just barely got it.

He can't remember what he'd tried to say, something stupid he's certain, but before the first syllable is even out of his mouth Ghost drops the hand from his hair, he doesn't even have time to be disappointed before the same hand is cupping his jaw and the rough pad of a calloused thumb is passing gently over his lips. Soap feels more than hears the quiet, content sigh from behind him. Normally he would rail against being hushed, he's grown goddamn man for gods sakes, but all he can bring forth is an answering sigh as he feels the tension leave his shoulders. Soap doesn't remember falling asleep again but when he wakes up, the bed next to him is empty and he feels a bolt of cold dread before he hears the quiet sounds of a rain shower from the attached bathroom. At his feet on the bed are two sets of clothes. He doesn't feel much like showering, unless it would be with Ghost and that idea appeals to him all too much, so he simply forces himself up. Both of the offerings are Ghost's clothes though one could be considered slightly smaller and Johnny quickly slips them on before he has to explain himself. He sits quietly as Ghost finishes his own routine and no words pass between them as Ghost slips on his own clothes as well as what Soap has dubbed the "around base" balaclava and they leave side by side to get breakfast from the mess to eat in the rec room. And if they stand closer together than would strictly be appropriate, it's no one's business but their own.

Johnny grabs his bag of arugula from the communal fridge as Ghost gets up to follow him, snagging a couple of strawberries from Gaz's side of the fridge to loud protest. There's somewhat if an awkward pause at his door and he can see doubt start to well in Ghost's eyes. Can't fucking have that, Soap decides.

"I wasnae lying when I said it's a mess."

"S'alright" Ghost replies quietly, angling himself to leave.

"But if you want ta come in you can meet mah wee babes?" He offers. "Course got a couple snakes wouldnae want to make you uncomfortable, Wee Man is a big bastard but I promise yeh he's-"

"Ok."

Blue meets brown and there's a momentary heavy silence before Soap nods and reaches to unlock his door.

It's surreal, seeing Ghost in a space he's dedicated himself to keeping Ghost-free. At the same time it feels so right, like a missing piece he'd just realized was gone. Soap stands by the door as his Lt moves forward into the room, partly for a ready escape and partly because neither of them are small men and it would get very cramped very fast.

"What eats that?"

Soap sits there for a long moment blinking dumbly before he realizes Ghost is pointing to the arugula in his hand.

"Oh uh this is for the lizards, blue tongue up there named Yzma and the Beardie next to her, her name's Freya" shortly after receiving Yzma the skink he'd been able to hook up a home for Bart the leopard gecko and even quicker after that ended up with Freya, an 8 year old leatherback bearded dragon. "They also need some bugs, hope you don't mind roaches."

It's an awkward dance to get past Ghost to his closet and it ends with Ghost sitting cross legged on his bed for which Soap isn't complaining. It's easy, slipping into prepping the salads with easy familiarity. Ripping greens into smaller bites for the baby skink and slicing the strawberries as a treat. As he preps the salads he finds himself talking at Ghost as he usually does, unsure if the man is listening but not necessarily needing him to. He talks about his childhood and his Da's reptiles, Martha and Bowser back home, he talks about his first snake bite from a wild grass snake he'd found when he was 10. He talks about his rescues as he rummages around in the dubia roach bin for the right sized bugs, talks about why he does it and a little about each animal as he dusts the bugs with calcium powder. Soap undoes the lock on each cage, dropping them in and smiling as the lizards jump after them, before relocking the tanks and turning back to face Ghost, startling at the intensity in his eyes.

"You really love them don't you." It's more of a statement than a question but Soap answers anyway.

"Aye."

"And he's the one who bit you?" Ghost looks a little unsure nodding towards the corner of the big tank where Wee Man is barely visible curled up amidst the plants.

"Och it's a stupid story, poor lad just has shite depth perception s'all. He's the friendliest fucking snake though I'll tell you what. "

"Friendly?" Soap's heart hurts at the confusion in Ghost's voice.

"I know you haven't really had a...good experience with snakes but I promise most of them are the sweetness things."

Ghost looks deep into his eyes for a while before turning back towards Wee Man. They sit in silence for a long moment before Ghost nods minutely.

"I'll try." He turns back to Johnny. "For you I'll try." Johnny feels a weight in his throat and can only bring himself to nod.

"Thank you."

#“So it's just him?” “Ah...no theres a cobra in the bathroom.” “THERES A FUCKING WAT” #ahhhhh my heart i love these goofy goobers #look at them go watch them communicate and become their best selves for each other #Ghost is still mad at Wee Man for biting Soap #hes not going to do anythjng about it but that snake is on thin ice #meanwhile Wee Man is just 0v0 #no thoughts head empty #cod mw2 #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #reptile person soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #fish person gaz

[dairy-farmer]

I call this the Highlander Au! >:Dc There can Be Only One! (Unless he REALLY enjoys the process and the world stops going to shit for like... FIVE god damned minutes!) (The second is sadly unlikely)

Tim? Fully Cis gendered male. Not terribly ATTACHED to this, physically, but certainly identifies as Male and has a male body.

Maybe it's been all the near misses. The "all my friends fuckin DIED on my and I mentally spiraled like you wouldn't believe". Could be him finally reclaiming his life. Or yet another horrible mental spiral. Who knows!

But he's decided.

He wants to be a Dad. *sound of various Bats choking and/or dropping things*

Is even seeing anybody? Nope. How the FUCK is he gonna get a baby?! Oh, normal, Bat Paranoid fashion. Cloning tube. Same way Damian happened. He just needs to figure out the maternal DNA and he's golden. Figure out where to hide his tech to stop Villainous Baby Snatching Plots.

Because that's a very real concern.

No you can't talk him out of this. Timmy want himself a baby. Is already designing a nursery and studying child development books. Parenting manuals, getting those little animal onsies, lazer death grids to ward of Ra's ninjas. The works.

Bruce is off to the side, quietly having an aneurysm and choking to death on his own spit. Baby boy? Fatherhood? OFFSPRING!? Alone and not going to LET HIM HELP!? But why would he help!? Bad idea! But. But he needs to BE THERE to TAKE CARE of TIM and the future BABY! Aaaaaaaaa-!!!!!

It's a... "Fun" time. Dick is nearing a nervous breakdown. Bruce not far behind. Damians having Feelings(tm).

Then! At a Wayne Charity Event(tm)? Small glowing child. Looks alien. Is getting upset. People backing away IN A HURRY because they just watched this child WARP REALITY to turn the nearest table into candy.

Tim is there as the face of the family. A hero. Already feeling generally Paternal. Upset baby is Bad. So he goes in, dispite clear protests. Gets low and talks soothing.

But the alien Wants Her MOMMY!

And? Oh. Well there goes the protective amulets JLA Dark made for him. Now he's in an alien dress and? Very much no longer Cis. Guess he would have and DID inherent from his dad's side of the family, no boobs. Tiny. At least he got his mom's killer legs.

And the kiddo isn't scared any more. Since he "looks like mommy".

Except not even remotely, because she warps into being an HOUR later, looking for her daughter and is made of pure light. Thanks him. Doesn't FIX anything. And just leaves. Gee, thanks lady.

There were REPORTERS there. Tim Drake has tits now. Front page news. Great. Ra's is GOING to know and get WEIRD about it.

Tim shrugs. Off to Leslie we go, though. Check up time!

Yep. Full lady bits action. And, hey! Shiny new spleen! So that's nice.

It DOES change his plan though. He didn't, you know, collect any "samples" yet. But? Does... does he NEED too? He COULD concoct a story of "rich person hires mystic to get penis back" after going and getting magiced back.... OR?

He could have someone put a baby in him! *simultaneous Bat Choking Noises*

MUCH easier to defend. THEN he could be changed back, after the baby is weaned. The problem is who to trust? Ra's is ABSOLUTELY going to do everything in his power to get his seed inside Tim new puss. So a seed bank is out. And-

*hands slam on the table*

Obviously! We can't trust anyone outside this house! Villian plots and Ra's specifically! Bat paranoia! W-we will just have to make this sacrifice for you!

.....Weirdly intense, but okay.

Objection! Says Tim's newly no longer Dead team mates. Tim tried to CLONE Kon! OBVIOUSLY it should be Kon! And Bart! Bro Threesome! Let nature decide! (Then kid number 2 is the other Bro, is only FAIR)

ALSO a good point. He did have that promise, if one of them ever got turned into a girl. And a Kon baby WOULD be nice...

Shit! Grayson pulls "last of my legacy and I have so much to make up for" cards!

Is betrayed by his OWN FATHER (Bruce! How COULD YOU!?) Who plays "you saved me from the time steam and nearly died for me, let me help(emotional)" to devastating effect!

Cheating! Howls the Speedster! You're CHEATING!!!

And Tim stands there... kinda confused but finding he's actually Really In To This as people argue over how much THEY want to be the one to put a baby in him? He's never felt this badly WANTED. Desired.

He may not want to go through the whole "actually carrying a baby for 9 months then pushing one out" thing more then once.... but the fighting over him thing? This might be awaking something.

And, well, Kon already made a good point. Why try to control it? Let nature decide~

Everyone can help.

The argument stops dead. For all of the seconds before "who goes first?" Occurs to everyone.

Sadly for THEM, Bruce is a bastard willing to play dirty to get what he wants. And his house his rules. He goes first. After all, he no doubt smirks, none of THEM have the... experience, to handle a virgin properly.

He refuses to allow Tim hurt on his watch.

Got it? Good talk. Tim, with him.

Which is what leads to Tim clawing at the bed and begging like his life depends on it, soaked in sweat, hours later. As Bruce STILL gently, teasingly, RUTHLESSLY eats him out. Puddles worth of lube ruining the sheets and easing his way, as he works calloused fingers DEEP to find spots Tim didn't know he had yet. As they rub and tease and fuck against those spots so relentlessly it feels like Tim's coming apart.

He didn't even know he could MAKE half these noises.

His hole is so wet and sloppy, it's like it's given up. Like his body can do nothing but quiver and twitch under Bruce's hands. Given how big he is? Probably the point. Because he crawls up to loom over Tim like a giant. Presses kisses to his whimpering, sweaty face. And rocks into his exhausted body, filling every inch of him.

It doesn't even hurt. Something that big probably SHOULD for his first time, but Bruce isn't a legendary playboy for nothing. And it just fills and Fills and FILLS. Rubs against everything in a way that makes his toes curl. Makes him want to gasp and cling, even though he's so exhausted.

Bruce just shooshes him. Pulls him close. He won't have to do a thing. He can just cling to Bruce and feel good. Bruce is here. He's got you.

And it's the best thing Tim's ever felt. Forget masturbation, sex is AMAZING. Bruce rocking then thrusting then pounding into his body. Holding tight like something precious. Hammering his good spots still he sees stars. Til he's nearly sobbing, hiccuping, from how good it feels to have his insides all messed up.

Bruce fills him up. All gooey and warm. Picks him up and carries him to a clean bed to get wiped down and tucked in. Cleans up then joins him. Fills him back up and tucks him close. He feels boneless and precious. Sleeps like the dead.

Discovers sex with a puss is AWESOME.

Next morning, he's barely out of Bruce's room before Dick is scooping him up and dragging him into his room. Almost franticly bending him in half as he presses him to the bed, kissing the air out of him. Holding his face as he whispers filthy praise into his lips. Hips relentless as they slam home, pounding at just the right angle.

Like he's trying to make for YEARS of mistakes by pouring it all into pleasure NOW. Clinging tight and trying to fry Tim's brain with how good he can make him feel. Dick buries his faces against Tim's neck and rutts like he's making up for lost time. Fucking Tim through orgasms, spilling again and again, like he's determined to drain his balls dry and wring every last bit of pleasure he CAN out of Tim's exhausted body.

Tim has to threaten to hit him with an alarm clock to let him up. Tim wants LUNCH damn it. They missed breakfast. By a LOT.

But then work calls. Damn it. So he has to get dressed. Double damn it. And he does it, but refuses to be pleased about it. Resolves things. Even gets ahead on work. Only for DAMIAN to walk stiffly into his office. Sus.

The gremlin hands him a frankly VERY well put together report on why he, Damian AL Ghul... should be allowed to fuck a baby into Tim. He has brought along a slide show and genealogical report.

.......Explain.

Damian does. He REALIZED some things about himself. When Tim was discussing becoming a Father. Using the same method as he, himself, was created. Went through a whole "go to the Kent farm and have a life change adventure" character growth arc, as you do. And? Now realizing that he potentially COULD be DIRECTLY involved in the Hypothetical Child's life instead of as an uncle?

He wants in. They could be glorious, combined. AND he firmly believes Tim will be a magnificent Mother. Let him Father your child.

It's a bad idea. Tim knows this. He literally JUST slept with Bruce yesterday and nothing good comes from sleeping with AL Ghul's. They Obsess. But? Fuck it. Maybe THIS is the thing that finally stops the Tim-Gremlin cold war and bring peace to house Wayne once and for all. He unbuckles his belt. Walks over to his resting room.

And Tim KNOWS, even as he's being urgently fucked into the fold out bed, that this is an AWFUL idea. No way in HELL, from the desperate and sloppy thrusts, clinging, panting and whines, is this NOT Damian's first time. He's utterly undone.

Pounding load after load into Tim because it feels too good to stop. All enthusiasm and no skill. Half the pleasure Tim's even GETTING is his own hand, relentlessly teasing his own clit. But? Oh. The feeling of being wanted so BADLY. Of cum, gushing and gushing into him. Knowing it's HIS hole that's so good, it's driving Damian incoherent.

He feels... sexy. It DEFINITELY does something for him. He may not be able to go back. Could see himself enjoying being a milf.

But of course. Business hours end. And he PROMISED! Is swept up by Bart for their threesome. Which, after several rounds and untold loads of near-no-refractary-period speedster cum dumped inside him? Is kinda spotty, in his memory.

All he knows for certain is he wakes up to his sheepish best friends, "Sorry we fucked you unconscious repeatedly" bribes, no voice, and a warm bath. He's also plugged up and FULL full of that premium speedster/half-kryptonian blend cum, because apparently his friend intend to WIN and nothing says victory like overwhelming odds. He'd call them fuckers, but they ARE and hold no remorse. He can't move.

Carry him you bastards.

When he asks where Cassie is, he learns she's apparently trying to harrass the magic users into a making her a temporary "turn me into a dude" amulet. Both as a gift AND so she can join the race for Father Of Tim's Baby. Huh. Interesting new options.

Obviously, throughout ALL of this, ninjas. Because Ra's has never wanted to smash so hard in his LIFE.

Instead, Tim is out here, on Jason's shitty couch. Getting lifted up and slammed down onto his cock. Called baby girl. Princess. Jason's never been harder. Already planning their kids graduation dinner and baby number three.

Tim feeling precious and taken care of and DESIRED. Like the young adult with a first shitty apartment he never got to be. Something so close to normal. Put a baby in him. Fuck him like you love him, like they do this every Saturday night, then eat pizza and watch trash TV. Fill him up.

And if course~ it's a VICIOUS game of Fuck The Tim keep away, up until one day he starts to show. Then Everyone is loving and coddling and in a "No I Am The Father" cold war. The birth is a nightmare, because Tim is slender and more scar tissue then not. But?

Adorable quarter-Kryptonian! With the biggest blue eyes and Tim's porcelain doll face.

Tim is NOT doing that again. Ffffffuck giving birth. And being pregnant! Granted, the EARLY part? He loved. He glowed. Getting pregnant was AWESOME. But later stages? God awful. Clone tube babies from here on out.

Absolute Devastation in the Tom Fucking Community. Babe no! You can't MEAN IT!

Woah, hey! He never said he'd STOP. "Getting Pregnant" is very, VERY enjoyable. He's just refusing to carry SHIT. Birth control for HIM. Scooping that slurry of "leave it up to Nature" out and storing it. Now... Kon stop being smug and hold your son.

-🐼🐼🐼

😭😭😭 tim getting everyone to come to dinner and they all think it was alfred and are like 'this was a great idea alfred! we should all get together like this more often' only for tim to cough and say well actually i called you all here, i figured you all deserved a heads up since i'm going to be undergoing some serious life changes. everyone's confused and then tim says he's going to have a baby.

immediate panic and some disappointment from bruce because he thinks this is a teen pregnancy and he expected better from tim only for tim to have to yell to interrupt everyone and say there is no 'girl', not yet anyway. he's just announcing that he's GOING to have a baby. they're not yet conceived and now the family is dealing with whiplash of how of course TIM would do something like this now they're sitting their listening to him talk about the ideal gene pool given tim's family has a history of mental issues and he's going into some very detailed things like nurseries and everyone just wants him to slow down because tim is still a kid!!! dick is older than him and even HE doesn't feel ready. so everyone is trying to talk tim out of it while tim insists he's ready, he's been going to a therapist for 11 months trying to deal with his issues so he COULD be ready to be a parent.

which of course baffles them even more because???? dick has been trying to get them all into therapist for years and tim just???? went??? on his own????

bruce is of course the least welcoming of tim's ideas of teen parenthood. because what about highschool, college? at least ONE of his kids has to go to college!

tim however says no, says his GED is more than enough.

bruce tries finding other angles, asking what if he just sets tim up with babysitting gigs? make him see kids aren't that great and tim just huffs and said he already did a bunch of babysitting and volunteering at the children's centers in gotham as part of his adoption application!

which ???? just stressed bruce out even more?! because tim had tried to adopt a baby first? but apparently got rejected because of his age, lack of partner, and lack of job which tim loudly says is unfair because bruce was in his 20s when he took in dick and HE hadn't had a partner or a job!

so the family is protesting, despertly trying to get tim to change his mind,,, then tim gets a womb and suddenly the protests die down VERY quick.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[axcel-lucci]

Height bullshit.

Trafalgar law x fem! reader

Warning: reader being EXTREMELY tall like at least 8'9 in height while law is 6'5. Also, slightly ooc law cause you know... For the sake of this oneshot. Also, reader being slightly scary.

(Also, I KNOW jean Bart is huge but for this one shot, reader is a tad bit taller cuz what, do you want to b a giant compared to our beloved victim dear, law?)

"I hate being this goshdarn tall..." (Y/n) grumbled to herself as she had to duck her head on multiple branches of the trees.

"What do you mean? Being tall is cool!" Ikkaku gasped

"To you that is, look at me. How much am I fucking suffering?"

"That's right, because taller people usually gets found easily..." Jean Bart scoffed

"(Y/n)-ya, jean bart-ya" law called as the two 'giants' stared down at him

At (y/n)'s stare, however, law shivered.

No one has ever seen (y/n) looking up at anyone, literally. She never placed herself under anything taller than her, even Jean Bart is slightly smaller than her.

"(Y/n)-ya... Stop staring at me like that" law muttered

"Ah... Sorry captain" (y/n) apologized and stopped staring.

"I need you two to carry some crates up since the rest of the crew finds them oddly... Heavy" law said

The two nodded and headed off to carry said crates

While they were talking about whosh going to get specific crates at the wooden port, law looked down at both of them while standing on the deck.

'how can a normal person like (y/n) have grown as tall as 8'9?? Isn't the average height for a woman is at least 6 feet?' he thought, 'i can understand on Jean Bart cause he has some genes that are art giant... Thinking of that, I have never seen her genes... Maybe I need to get some of her DNA to run some tests regarding her genes.'

"Yes... I'll take this and you take that" Jean Bart agreed making her smile

"Okay"

....

Reading a book under a tree, law walked up to her.

Even her sitting height was as tall as him.

"(Y/n)-ya" law called making her hum and look up from her book, "do you mind if I sit next to you?"

"Oh, of course!" She answered brightly and scooted over to give him some space to sit on

He sat down and looked up at her.

From his point of view, (y/n) had shadowed dark eyes, her neutral expression could be mistaken as a scowl, and really, she's just really scary.

"Hope you don't mind but will you please stop staring?" She laughed softly without even looking at him, "it makes me self-conscious"

"Oh... Sorry" he looked away for just five minutes before looking back up

"Why do you keep staring at me like that? Do I have something in my face or something?" She asked with a small nervous laugh

"I just want to know how the fuck did you get so tall like that, do you have gigantism?" He asked

"Hmm? Oh, no... My father is just... Really tall. About ten feet... So yeah, my normal height is 8'9... It's liked the height in my genes are relatively strong no matter how tall the other DNA particles are." (Y/n) hummed

"I see... Have you always been like this?"

"No... I remember being the average height when I was 15, but then I suddenly hit a MASSIVE growth spurt and now I'm this tall" (y/n) laughed a bit

"No, like... This scary, I mean no offense but, have you always been like... That"

"Oh! Yeah... My parents said I mostly have father's everything, like from the eyes, skin tone, sometimes even the voice. I think the hair is from dad though..." (Y/n) hummed

"Dad?"

"Hmm? Oh, you don't know.. haha... I have two dads, one I cal dad and the other I call him father or papa. So... Yeah"

"But... Two males can't possibly make a baby, I know because it's genetically impossible!"

(Y/n) hummed as she shrugged, "I don't know exactly, but just know that I am a hundred percent their child." (Y/n) scoffed

He swallowed thickly, 'does she not know surrogates or adoption exist? Or she knows but her parents have never told her about it...?'

....

Exploring an abandoned lab, it was just (y/n), law, Shachi, and penguin, it was... Rather unexpected because it was purely out of curiosity that they explored.

(Y/n) already didn't feel good about the place but didn't object seeing as though how her captain's eyes glimmered when he wanted something.

So right now, they were walking through the endless halls of the lab until they found something that is... Worth something.

Law inspected it to his own interest.

'that... That's something called a "test tube". It allows experimented beings to never wake up until the liquid called 'mortalization' is powered off...' she thought as he inspected it further wishing to know what it is.

'and that is a control panel, it controls how much shock and energy goes through the said test tube's liquids inside...' she thought again when Shachi was inspecting the control panel.

"Penguin... I suggest you mind your steps, right behind you can cause a massive fire." She said as penguin looked behind him only for his elbow to bump some of the chemicals over.

Before anyone could even process what just happened, the fire immediately spread throughout the entire room.

As it turns out, the whole room was flammable, and maybe that's why, was because the whole place was SOAKED in old gasoline that it doesn't have a scent anymore

The fire spread out faster than you can imagine.

They all ran out the room and into a burning hallway.

Shachi and penguin ran first while (y/n) ran last to make sure no one was left behind until law caught his foot on something and tripped

"Captain!" (Y/n) yelled as she helped him up only for a large pile of burning wood to separate them, "penguin, Shachi, you guys go ahead and find an exit from there, we'll find one here!" She yelled as the two looked at each other and nodded before running off

"(Y/n)-ya, my foot's stuck!" Law panicked as (y/n) helped him out of it

"Calm down captain, limit your oxygen intake" she warned and got it out before starting to run again, only this time, she was carrying him on her back considering she's running so fast now.

Her head was kept low as to not overwhelm him with all the smoke and the height difference

Law may or may not have accidentally took this chance and took a good look on her face.

Despite the panicked expression, he can still see the determination and the gears in her brain work as she runs through the endless halls.

He sort of felt proud...? He just kinda did.

Now, she turned the wrong way by accident and now being cornered by the fire with him on his back.

Her first priority was to save HIM for some reason... It's like her own health was negligible at this point. Looking around until she saw an air duct vent right above her.

She placed him down momentarily and removed the grid easily due to the rust and threw it away. She had to lean into her tiptoes just to see where it led. And it lead outside!

"Captain, quick. There's not much time, jump into these vents, they lead outside" she instructed and lifted law to the vents.

"Quick, hold my hand, I'll pull you up." He offered as (y/n) looked behind her.

"No... I won't fit..." She sighed and looked up at him before smiling.

Law was entranced, all the time he only saw her look down at him menacingly, but with this angle... She looked like a sweet angel...

"Go, law... I promise, I'll find my way out. Please save yourself" she reassured him as he swallows thickly and nodded

Law's pov

Leaving her behind, I can't help but worry if she's really going to be alright, the crawl space was just right for me and found the way out.

"Did you find it, law?" She yelled

"Yeah!" I yelled back and pushed hard on the grills

It DID lead me outside as I jumped out of the air duct, "I'm out!"

"Good! Meet up with the two, I'll find my way" she said before I heard her run off.

I went back to the main entrance where we had entered and saw the two idiots there

"Captain!" Shachi yelled as the two ran up to me

Penguin hummed, "where's (y/n)?"

"She's still inside, let's go get here... Quick!" I said and turned to the building before it exploded in fire.

"(Y/n)!" I unconsciously yelled out her name.

Why was I doing this...? Did she matter to me more than I had known?

All the times I can't help but feel off about her, the temptation to cling unto her was enormous, even the fact that I wish to be with her 24/7 without any complaints.

Do I have to admit? Of course I do... Maybe it's too late...

My ears started ringing as the explosion's afterglow.

It is too late... (Y/n)...

"(Y/n)..." I muttered

I love you...

"Captain!" Shachi yelled, "were you okay?!"

Maybe seeing as though with unshed tears in my eyes, the two backed off entirely, maybe not literally but they did back off.

"Captain... Are you..." Penguin mumbled as I turned to him without even leaving my glance at the burning building, "are you alright...?"

"I..." I simply muttered before hearing glass break.

Of course it was on the top floors of the building,

So it turns out, (y/n) had to jump out of the second floor window just to escape the second explosion and landed on the hard ground along with the glass shards.

She groaned for a bit and immediately sat up, I saw a rather big glass shard pierced her shoulder and some light wounds on her body because of the broken glass.

She saw me and looked glad I was alright

"Law! La- uh- I mean... Captain! You're alright!" She said as she ran up to me, clutching her arm tightly with pain wincing in her eyes, "I hope you are!"

"I'm alright, but your shoulder!" I managed to yell

"As long as you're fine, I'm fine... Now let's get outta here before the marines catch us!" She yelled and we ran off.

...

"Aww... Too bad I have to wear this cast for a month just to recover" she sighed as I groaned

"You're also in a strict month off where no work, no activities that involve physicals, and just relax. Alright?" I ordered as she pouted rather cutely

"Fine!" She scoffed.

I can't help but chuckle at her immature pout and glare, at this point, I kind of... Stopped bothering about her height... It was just height, after all.

"How old were you again?" I asked

"24, why?"

"You're 24?!" I gasped, "I thought you must e been at least like... I don't know, maybe 29??"

She just stared at me blankly before furrowing her brows with a groan, "I don't look THAT old... Do I?"

"I mean... The height is just... You know"

"Hmph. It's just height bullshit, it shouldn't determine my age" she pouted and looked away, sulking.

I can't help but laugh at how absurd I probably was, even before, I thought she was all death considering her glare was different from other piercing flares people have sent me in the past, but after all that has happened, it somehow made me realize I'm focusing on the wrong points...

Because even after her own height and eyes, inside, she's literally just a child.

"That's very cruel of you captain, to laugh at my misfortune" she scoffed

"I'm sorry, really, I am." I seized laughing, "I knew you were slightly different from the others but I didn't expect you to be like a child."

"Hey!"

It caused me to laugh even harder and also effected her to laugh softly as well.

For some odd reason, her laughter filled my ears and soon my senses as everything I had in me broke loose and just made me want her... A lot.

"Do you really think I'll be healed in a month?" I heard her ask as I snap back to reality

"Hmm? Oh, that's the estimate. If you take care of yourself, then yes, it will"

"Oh... Oh. That's too fucking long"

"You really can't speed EVERYTHING up. You know?"

She just huffed

Meanwhile outside...

Shachi and penguin giggled to themselves when they saw Law's rising blush on his cheeks whenever (y/n) would strike him unknowingly with her cute administrations or actions.

"Captain's being lovestruck~" penguin sang

"Will he even realize that?" Shachi asked

"He should, eventually... You know? If he doesn't, then might as well help him out right?"

"True."

Later...

(Back to 3rd pov)

"(Y/n)-ya, how's the cast? Are you adjusting well?" Law asked over diner as she nodded

"Kind of an odd feeling, but I'm adjusting to it well." She answered, "good thing it's on the arm I don't typically use, or else I'd be totally useless" she laughed

"I see... Just don't flex it too much, slight? Especially the shoulder."

"Copy that" she muttered, "is it normal that it kinda stings? The wound, I mean"

"Of course, it's healing."

By this point, the crew noticed how law would mainly talk to (y/n) and his way of speaking to her,

By this point, the crew, except (y/n), knew he liked her.

Of course (y/n) never knew cause she just thought he was just doing his role as a captain and a friend, that's why he was acting as such.

(And partly because she thought he was guilty since he got out pretty much harmless while she got out with several wounds)

But in actuality, she kinda(?) Liked him from day 1. He was caring and compassionate about his own crew but she somehow thought he was unto her considering he glares a lot and she doesn't know why.

(And here folks, is a classic example of miscommunication)

After a month had gone by, it was time to remove the cast in which was held after dinner.

And all throughout dinner, Shachi and penguin were pestering Law into admitting how much he liked her while (y/n) was on the other side of the room speaking to Ikkaku about a few stuff like makeup and dresses because Ikkaku wanted a second girl's opinion.

"Do you really think a red dress would suit me?" Ikkaku asked

"With your skin tone and eyes, of course it would." (Y/n) grinned making Ikkaku hum

"I imagine it and yeah... It hink it'd look cool!"

"Do you have a dress in mind?" (Y/n) asked

"A puffed up sleeve-"

"Ew. No" (y/n) grimaced, "I suggest an off shoulder one. It's much more... Let's say classic but helps the elegance your personality holds, but that's just me personally, alright?"

"How come you know a lot of these, (y/n)-chan?" Bepo asked

"Father used to give me a shit ton of 'lessons' about fashion and stuff, which is just him showing his wardrobe to me and showing color pallets that might match with a person's skin tone, like how yours would be perfect with either red or blue. And if you pair it right, yellow."

"Really? What's his wardrobe like?" Ikkaku asked excitedly

"Mostly suits in different colours, and sometimes, he shows me beautiful gowns and dresses he wore himself, sometimes platform heels and shiny heels with a pointed tip. He loves the shiny ones specifically"

Ikkaku gasped with sparkles herself, "your father is a crossdresser?! And he's very open about it ?! That's cool!"

"Mhmm... He's the one who kinda told me that clothes never had gender, just sizes. Choose your size and if it fits, you wear. Literally. He never even cared if I wore a 'boy' outfit, even if it was against school codes back home but he wouldn't care and question the principal if he was a little perverted bastard for caring what a child wore to school." She shrugged, "father is more into dresses though, he can fight freely with them."

"Your father is a fighter?!" Klione gasped

"Both my parents are, actually... One of them is skilled with a short almost four times bigger than themselves while the other is equipped with a big ass bow that literally can be snapped in the middle to turn them into two identical hand scythes."

"That's awesome...!"

"Truly, they are pretty awesome" she hummed

"(Y/n)-ya, it's time" law called as she looked at him and nodded before cautiously standing up and following him to the infirmary.

...

"Okay... This feels refreshing" she hummed softly and stretched her arms

"Let me remove the bandage in your shoulder" law said as he moved to be behind her.

She sat on a bed that was lowered enough for her to be at least eye level with him

She removed her uniform and let him remove it.

A pretty big scar being left behind in the previous stitched up wound.

"It seems to have healed quite fast, let me remove the threads" he mentioned before he started doing so.

She waited patiently for him to finish, and when he did, right after cleaning the wound, he kissed it causing her back to straighten and an electrified shock go through her spinal cord down to every single nerve her system has.

"Eh? Captain...? What was that for?" She asked and tried to calm the heat gathering in her cheeks

He just stared at the wound for a few moments and walked to be in front of her, "look... I'm sorry I got you hurt like this"

"Huh? It... It's alright, really" she smiled softly

"No, no... If I hadn't tripped-"

"Captain." She cuts him off, "it wasn't your fault... It was an accident... Don't apologize for something that was never your fault. It's really alright, and besides... It was the only way out and I wouldn't have fit even if I tried."

"I...-"

"Captain... I promise you, it is not your fault, I don't blame you... I'm glad you... Everyone got out safely without repercussions or whatsoever..." She smiled brightly at him

At this moment, he knew she was the one he wanted to spend his entire life with, well at least what's left of it.

"I... Still... Thank you for thinking about me first..." He let out a small smile making her laugh

"That's the spirit!" She grinned

He didn't know what came over him but he stepped forward and smashed his lips over hers.

It made her froze but eventually, she came over the initial shock and responded to him.

His arms wrap around her waist as hers were wrapped around his neck, pulling each other closer to one another's embrace

"But seriously though..." He mumbled against her lips, "don't do that... It scared the living shit out of me... I thought you died."

"Sorry... But don't worry, it was just a burn scar..." She smiled as he hummed and pushed her down into the bed.

"Captain..." She gasped

"Just my name..." He muttered and placed his hands on her hips.

"Law?" She hummed and leaned up, propping her elbows against the bed.

"Yeah. Just use my name... It's up to you if you want to use it privately or publicly, I don't care..." He hummed and proceeds kissing her passionately

"I don't think a hospital bed is the place to do what you want" she laughed as he agreed with her

"Let's go to my room" he smirked making her hum

"If it fits me" she shrugged

"Oh it will... It's kinda big considering Bepo sometimes sleeps with me in there."

....

"Law... Hng-" (y/n) sighed as law rode out her orgasm while he go straight to his own.

"(Y/n)... I'm close" he groaned as he bit her neck

"L-law... Please" she cried softly as her nails were dragged across his back.

He grunted and felt himself so close to release.

The feel of her plush, velvety walls clench around his member was overwhelming but pleasurable.

"(Y/n). Where..." He panted and felt one of her hand caress his head and her legs circle around his waist

He smirked with a chuckle and kissed her passionately

...

"Law..." She groaned at the aftermath and curled herself against him on the bed

"Hmm?"

"I'm kinda hungry" she muttered

"Let's go get something to eat then,.there's a bar in town" he says as (y/n) slowly sat up and felt her legs literally go numb and be sore at the same time

"Fuck..." She groaned to herself

"Oh shit... I fucked you pretty good, Huh?" He grinned darkly as she scoffed at him

"Whatever" she rolled her eyes with a pretty satisfied smirk

Law smiled softly and kissed her cheek before helping her up and making sure she doesn't hit her head on the ceiling

#trafalgar law #law x reader #random #trafalgar law x reader #night thoughts #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law x reader smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #law smut #law x you

[mxtantrights]

the interview

this is a snippet from the famous dc!au that started with The Greatest Hits [read here] you don’t have to read it but a lot of things would make sense if you do! hope you enjoy.

It was nice to have to wait on someone else to arrive for once. You haven’t gotten used to California traffic so you’ve been late to several events.

But the one time you arrive on time, your counter part for the day is late. You don’t mind really. It gives you more time to think about what you want to say.

Sitting down with Iris isn’t something you’re too nervous about. She sat down with you once for 60 seconds. This would be way calmer than that. This is an interview for her bi-national newspaper which reaches California and New York.

Iris is running late because one of the twins left something at home. You’ve met them once at a small gathering. Nora and Bart. They were equal parts her and Barry. Running at the speed of light and asking questions at the same time.

You pull out your phone as soon as the makeup artist backs away from you.

You: got a couple of minutes before the interview

Jason: wanna see your face

You: why????

You: what did you do????

Jason: answer my call hun

it takes a split second.

Suddenly your phone starts buzzing. Incoming FaceTime call from Jay in white letters scroll across your screen. The picture you have set is of him sleeping in his set chair, Jane Austen book in his lap.

The ringing coming from your phone is loud as you press the volume down button. You finger hits accept and the screen fades to black. Then the picture clears.

On your phone screen is Jason with a big grin on his face. You're not sure what he's been up to there's nothing in the background to tip you off.

"What did you do?" you ask again.

"I got you something you've been missing." he answers.

He props the phone up. You can see the familiar background now. He's in your house. You two had traded keys about a month ago and it's safe to say you've used his key more than your own key. And he yours.

Seeing him in your house isn't a surprise. What is a surprise is the coffee store sign that is leaning on your wall. The coffee sign to the shop you used to work at.

A few weeks ago you saw on social media it was closing down. It was bittersweet. You thought the place would be there forever. You thought you would work there forever. How things change!

The owner, George or "boomerang", had finally achieved his dream though. He told you it would be the only reason he closed the shop. Him and his family were moving back to Australia.

You brought it up to Jason once, exactly once, that you were sad about it. And now the sign is inside your home.

"No way!" you laugh.

"Yes way! I got there in time too, they were about to dump it." he explains.

The smile on your face reaches your eyes. You cover your mouth with your free hand. There was no way you could cry right now, not after getting finished with makeup for an interview that was about to start in a few minutes.

Jason see's how watery your eyes get. He didn't need to though. With how quickly you got silent and the way you keep looking up are all the things he needs to see to know you're getting emotional.

"Don't cry, baby." he says.

You shake your head, removing your hand from your mouth.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just really sweet. More than sweet, it's everything." you say.

"You deserve it. I can help you put it wherever you want it." he says.

In your peripheral vision you see something move. You look up. It's Iris. She must've walked in while you were on the call with Jason.

She's being touched up by the makeup artist but she's looking right at you. A smile on her face.

You nod your head, "Jay I really mean it. Thank you."

You notice the red flush across his cheek. He'd been blushing around you a lot. Ever since you two decided to finally stop beating around the bush with your feelings. He was easy to tease. All you had to do was touch him at this point and he'd go tomato red. The tips of his ears too. It's cute.

"You're buttering me up sweetheart. I'm gonna let you go though, you're gonna do great." he smiles.

"Thanks. See you later."

"Can't wait. Bye baby."

You hang up first. That was a bit common since before the two of you started this whole thing too. You would hang up first most times. And other times Jason would hang up first and still say goodbye via text.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Iris says.

She's taking the seat in front of you now. Even though she's late she looks incredible. It's hard to believe that she just breezed in like this but it's also Iris so you wouldn't expect anything less.

"You're good. Everything went well?" you ask.

She snickers, "Yeah Nora left her favorite hair clip at home. Can't go without it."

"She's adorable I won't hold it against her." you joke.

"Thanks. Was that the co-star?" she asks.

"Technically while production is halted he's not my co-star anymore." you joke again.

Iris laughs at that. You do too. She fixes the mic on her shirt a bit.

"Right. So what do you refer to him as?"

Iris wasn't honestly expecting an answer. You were joking, the two of you had easy banter. It was refreshing. So she wasn't expecting you to say what you said. How could she? You were in the biggest will they won't they situation in Hollywood at the moment.

"Boyfriend."

She respects your privacy and keeps to the listed topics during the interview. You talk about your journey so far, your dream film projects, dream co-stars, etc.

When the interview is over Iris congratulates you and Jason on your blossoming relationship. You joke that she'll be the first to know when you two are ready to tie the knot. And she wants to desperately tell you that one of her friends, Cisco Ramon, has a prediction about you and Jason actually marrying a couple of years in the future. But she keeps that to her self.

She wouldn't tempt fate. And she liked the two of you together.

#famous dc!au #jason todd x reader #Jason Todd imagine #dc x reader #dc imagine #Jason Todd fic #dc fic

[not-quitenormal]

DVD commentary game:

At that moment, the kitten went to gnawing on Galinda’s index finger lightly. Galinda frowned at the green girl. “But… Elphie, I can’t put him back,” she said quietly. She looked into the kitten’s wide green eyes, her heart once again melting. “I’ve never seen anything so helpless in my life. He was obviously abandoned by his mother—he’s so young. And he must’ve been so terrified being in such an uncomfortable place without anyone to love and care for him. Not to mention the storm could have killed him….” She sighed. “I believe something brought him to me so he could be saved from such an ill fate.”

Jesus. Okay. So. I wrote that fic in June 2007. I was 14.

If you really don't wanna read a DVD commentary, start scrolling now. I am high and unnaturally talkative.

Around that time, to kinda set the stage, I lived with my family in the middle-of-nowhere, Louisiana. (If you look at the map of the state, the GPS marker should look like you shot Bart Simpson in the arm. And YES that is how I learned where my Parish was on a map, thank you.) Three years prior, we had moved back to be closer to extended family. My grandparents (my mom's parents, specificially) owned at least 72 acres of land. They sold 1 of it to my mom for, like, a dollar, and then arranged so that we could move a double-wide trailer in asap. Our properties shared a driveway for the most part, but the only other connecting point was a gate in the back that led to my grandparent's back pasture.

Right outside of the gate was a small barn where my grandparents kept their hay. They had six cows. They also had a really bad problem with feral cats. I had counted about 20 of them when we first moved in. Most of them weren't socialized - they only came around because Nana put dry cat food out on all four porches twice a day. But there were some who allowed us to pet them, and eventually they would come running to greet us whenever they heard the gate latch open. The female cats had their kittens in the hay barn every mating season. The ones who liked us or didn't mind us allowed us near their kittens. The others? Unfortunately, ferals are avoidant by nature, so their babies were abandoned because humans were around. My sister and I learned how to make milk bottles to make up the difference and help the other mothers out.

Three years later. One of that year's batch of kittens, Leo, was my twin's favorite. He was a healthy orange tabby and often got into things he shouldn't. I can't remember who his mom was, but she was new and wasn't very certain of us being around. There was a thunderstorm one night. The details are fuzzy because I was at home while this happened, but when my sister went to go feed the kittens she found Leo caught hanging somewhere outside of the barn, in the rain, and she needed to rescue him. She later came home and begged our parents to let us bring Leo inside. She was denied because we already had a cat and didn't have space for another pet. (Our dad got a dog the next month.)

Something about the way she described it made an idea click for me. Elphaba, book-verse, was neglected by her mother. Elphaba was often put into uncomfortable situations by her father because of her green skin - something I hope Maguire elaborates on in his prequel. And the destructive impact of water? I mean. That speaks for itself. The whole fic was written around this passage specifically, tbh. So if the rest of it feels kinda crusty I apologize lmao.

(I was also just starting to write for the Wicked fandom. Character associations and descriptions are kinda wonky around the 2006-2007 timeframe, but by 2008 I got it locked in. Zero character analysis went into this - I had no idea what that was, lol.)

I will let y'all enjoy your Wendys in peace now.

#friendly anon #max answers asks sometimes

[ethmaron]

mer au ramblings under cut ↓

i was thinking about the mers and their behaviors in particular-- i can't remember if i've ever really talked about it (if i have it's on one of the older posts? probably under one of the asks from capricorn) but bc i had spotted that recent thing i drew in my canvas library the mers are so cat-like in my head. or something. i do think they hide under their tails a lot when they get upset or embarrassed and stuff but that's probably more coming from i think they hide away in little caves and stuff normally and its like just a placeholder behavior sorta deal. they like the dark and small spaces bc like tims got that cave he likes to go to a lot (he takes kon there eventually--idk if ive ever mentioned tims little hideaway lol)

i do think they also like to smack each other with their tails as a playing thing which is fun until its a human and they get absolutely wasted by 30+ lbs of pure muscle. i do think it would be hilarious if in some of the first interactions dick smacks someone and there is very quickly rules established. he ends up only being able to play with jason until he goes . "missing". (tbh this is making me think about little dick and jason and im getting very teary. thinking about bruce deciding to reach out to the humans as a way to help protect both himself and his sons from poachers and stuff. gets them access to medicine.)

i DO think that dick and jason woulda been much closer in this though and i feel like being honest mers kinda have shorter lifespans in the wild? (bruce is probably still pretty young by human standards i think, but is getting up there by mer standards) limited access to food + getting into fights + poachers. actually the fighting aspect is interesting to me because i dont think i've thought much of it before? the only natural defenses they have are teeth, nails and tail. i think mer fights would probably be very quick and typically escalate fairly fast. (also realizing bruce would definitely be a killer in this au by virtue of protecting his territory + his family. wonder if it would turn into a more he doesnt want his kids to have to ever kill? but idk bc that would be a part of the lifestyle of a mer, and they would need to know how to defend themselves anyway) weak points definitely tail fins and throat. fins specifically because they cant swim without them so they'd just kinda sink and rot at the bottom of the ocean if they dont have someone helping them; which is to say in the case of shredded fins because jason kept his fins but theres holes in them which Does effect his swimming speed but only because of the holes and not the material of his fin (i do think the humans have tech that could theoretically replace tail fins in order to help them swim again but they wouldn't be as durable as their natural fins. wouldn't be able to tolerate fast swimming. probably what would've happened to babs--i don't think ive ever addressed her in this au? i should go and design some of the people that are missing. i think shed be reallyyyy pretty.) but i think that once a fight is determined to be to death they just go for the throat/gills.

regardless that is to say that the hiding behavior i think is funny and i do fully believe the first time kon or jon sees it they immediately make a cat comment and then show pictures. depending on who the mer is/their landside education they dont even know what cats are which would be kinda funny i think. hilarious to me if damian convinces jon to bring a cat because he wants to meet it (he definitely still loves animals--probably bffsies w some of the sharks and other animals in their territory.) I DESPERATELY WANT KON TO BRING KRYPTO oh god kory would have a heart attack if he snuck krypto in. bart would love him. i think tim and cassie would be a little ehhh about him but krypto so sweet just a little baby .

i had talked about a while ago that i should try to work bernard in--i think itd be kinda silly if there were a bunch of tims like comic HS friends that are just interns or something in different areas of the facility and stuff and they all end up kinda becoming friends anyway. bernard, darla, ives, etc. idrc if it doesnt make sense this entire au is a trainwreck anyway lol

ACTUALLY very funny to me i was thinking abt how tim gets a little demanding in getting carried/carted around on land and he finds out kinda quick most the people there can't actually lift them up (kon can technically lift tim/bart/cassie but he Struggled at first). him asking ives to take him to a different tank and ives just gives him a really long look before getting a wheelchair and helping tim drag himout of his current tank LOL i think there would be lots of cursing and sniping from both sides .

ill wrap this up but now im thinking abt mer courtship stuff--idk if ive ever talked about that here? its kinda silly LOL

#hush lumi #mer au #if you read all this ily #this is literally how my messages to emmy go its just word vomit #i apologize for typos or grammar mistakes i only type properly for fic or school

[cartoonist-ks]

Brad Meets Bernia

About: A Humble Beginnings Sequal Short; Bert invites his brother, Bart, and his nephew, Brad to come over to his apartment and see the new baby.

Author's Note: If you are a newcomer and are seeing this story for the first time, I would suggest you read Humble Beginnings first before reading this story. Thank you and enjoy.

Ratings: All Ages

AU: Bernia

Humble Beginnings

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It’s been a couple days since Bert and Ernie brought their new baby home. So far, living with her hasn’t been too difficult. Bernia doesn’t cry a lot, if at all. That’s mostly thanks to Bert making sure to feed her every two hours to make sure she’s full. Ernie was just sitting in his chair, rocking his new baby to sleep when Bert walked into the living room with exciting news.

Bert: “Hey, Ernie. Guess what?”

Ernie: “What is it, hon?”

Bert: “My brother Bart is coming over with Brad to meet Bernia.”

Ernie: “Oh, really? I haven’t seen your brother since the wedding. And I kind of missed having Brad visit.”

Bert: “Yeah, he’s been wanting to come meet Bernia for a while now. But he’s so busy with work.”

Ernie: “Isn’t he a salesman?”

Bert: “Not anymore. Didn’t I tell you, he’s a clothing designer now.”

Ernie: “Oh, I think you might have mentioned that. But I must have forgotten.”

Bert: “He should be coming over any minute.”

Just then the doorbell rings.

Bert: “That must be him now!”

            Bert walks over to the door and opens it to be greeted by his twin brother, Bart. He was holding his son’s hand. The little red head was also very excited to see his uncle after so long. Bart walks up and gives Bert a hug.

Bart: “Hey, Bert! What’s happenin’?”

Bert: “Bart! It’s good to see you!”

Brad: “Ankle, Bert!”

            Bert kneels to his nephew’s level and gives him a big hug. The little toddler hugs him back.

Bert: “Hey Brad, how you been? Did you miss me?”

Brad: “Uh-huh!”

Bert: “Are you ready to see your new cousin?”

Brad: “Baby?”

Bert: “Yes, baby. You wanna see the new baby?”

Brad: “Baby, baby!”

Bart: “Yeah, I too am excited to see your little one.”

Bert: “Well, alright then, come on in.”

            Bert holds the door back and gestures for his brother and nephew to come in. Once they did, they were greeted by Ernie who was still sitting on the couch. He had put the baby down in the crib that was placed near his chair.

Ernie: “Hey Bart. Hey there, Brad. How are ya?”

Bart: “Hey, Ernie, how you been feelin’?”

Ernie: “Oh, fine, thanks.”

Bart: “Now, where’s the little tike? I’ve been itchin’ to see the little bundle of joy.”

Ernie: “Oh, she’s right here in this crib.”

            The orange muppet points to the crib, Bart walks up to it and looks down in it to see the little girl sleeping inside. She had on a little white hat with thick blue stripes, and skinny red stripes on it. She was also wrapped in a blanket with the same stripe pattern. Bart was awed by how the baby looked so much like both parents.

Bart: “Aww, isn’t she the cutest. And she looks so much like both you and Bert.”

Ernie: “She does, doesn’t she. She’s really cute too.”

Bart: “She is. What’s her name again?”

Bert and Ernie: “Bernia.”

Bart: “Oh, I see what you did there. You combined both your names together. That would make sense since she’s a mix between the both of you.”

Brad: “Baby, baby!”

            The toddler muppet could only see the baby through the bars of the crib, but he wanted to see her better from above. Bert noticed this and picks up Brad, so he can get a better look at the inside of the crib.

Bert: “There you go, Brad. See? That’s your little cousin. Bernia.”

Brad: “Ber-ti-a?”

Bert: “No, Ber-ni-a.”

Brad: “Ber-ni-a. Bernia!”

Bert: “That’s right! Good job!”

Brad: “Yay! Bernia! Baby!”

Bert: “Yes, Bernia is a baby. She’s small too.”

Bart: “Can I hold her? Or would you rather let her sleep?”

Ernie: “Oh no, sure you can.”

Ernie gets up from his chair and reaches down into the crib to carefully pick up the small baby. He then gives her over to Bart, who carefully takes the baby from Ernie. The orange muppet didn’t feel the need to instruct him or anything since Bart was already a parent himself. He’d know how to hold a baby.

Bart: “Auh… she’s so small. She reminds me of when Brad was this small. He was such a cute little bean.”

Ernie: “I bet he was.”

Bernia began to fidget a little in her uncle’s arms, but Bart rocked her a little to keep her calm in case she wanted to cry.

Bart: “There you go, little one. Your uncle’s got cha’.”

            The little newborn remained calm and quiet in Bart’s arms.

Ernie: “Hmm… I think she likes you.”

Bart: “Well, of course she does. The ladies aren’t the only ones who like me.”

Bert: “Oh, Bart…”

            Bert just rolled his eyes.

Ernie: “Well, you’re a dad too, Bart. Maybe little Nia sensed that in you.”

Bart: “Could be.”

Brad: “Baby! Baby!”

Bert: “Oh, you wanna hold her, Brad?”

Brad: “Baby!”

Brad nods his head as a yes.

Bert: “Alright, let me put you down to sit.”

            Bert sits his nephew down on his chair next to Ernie’s. Bart walks up to his son, with the baby still in his arms. He then carefully rests the newborn down in his son’s arms. He takes Brad’s hands and placed one of them under Bernia’s head and the other around her body. He slowly walks back a bit. Brad was holding his little cousin. The older muppets in the room were touched by the pretty sight.

Ernie: “Aww, Brad. You look so cute holding Bernia.”

Bert: “Oh, boy, I gotta go get my phone.”

            Bert leaves to get his phone in the other room.

Bart: “Lookin’ good, son. Be careful when you hold her. She’s smaller than you are.”

            Brad looks down at the little newborn. He then gives Bernia a kiss on her forehead.

Ernie and Bart: “Awww!”

Ernie: “That’s so sweet of you, Brad!”

Bart: “Bert, hurry and come in here.”

            Bert rushes in with his phone in hand.

Bert: “I’m here, I’m here! What did I miss?”

Ernie: “Only the cutest thing ever! Go on, Brad! Do it again.”

Bert points his phone camera towards Brad and the baby and takes a few snapshots. He was able to catch a picture of Brad kissing the baby once again. And it was the most cutest thing Bert ever witnessed. Just then, Bernia started to cry, which startled Brad.

Ernie: “Oh, no.”

            Ernie then goes over and gently takes the baby from Brad. The red head toddler was also on the verge of crying, but his father quickly comforted him, rubbing him on his back.

Bart: “It’s alright, Brad. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Brad: (sad) “Baby, crying.”

Bart: “Yes, the baby is crying. That means, she probably needs something.”

            Ernie started to rock Bernia in his arm, but she just kept on crying.

Ernie: (cooing) “It’s alright, little Nia. It’s okay. Daddy’s here.”

Bert: “Here, let me take her.”

            Ernie hands the baby to Bert.

Bert: “It’s alright, little one. You’re okay.”

            Bert began to smell something starting to linger in the air.

Bert: “Ugh, I think Bernia needs a diaper change.”

Ernie: “I’ll do that. I’ll be right back.”

            Ernie takes the baby back and begins to walk in the other room to change her diaper real quick. Brad by this point had already calmed down.

Brad: “Baby gone.”

Bart: “Yeah, the baby went to get her diaper changed. See? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Bert: “Yeah, Brad. Everything is gonna be fine. Ernie will be back with the baby soon.”

                        After a minute and Ernie was back with a now quiet, Bernia. She was awake, just barely being able to keep her eyes open since she’s used to them being closed most of the time.

Ernie: “We’re back~.”

Brad: “Baby, baby!”

            Ernie sits down in his chair; Brad was already standing, and he looked at the baby with excitement. Bernia stared back at him with a little smile.

Ernie: “Aww, I think she likes you, Brad. See, she’s smiling at you.”

             Bernia stretches her hand out to Brad, the toddler allows Bernia to take his finger, and she grips onto it tightly.

Bert, Ernie, and Bart: “Awww~.”

Bert: “That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Oh, I got to get a picture.”

            Bert captures a picture of Bernia holding Brad’s finger. The yellow muppet will treasure these sweet moments forever. And when Bernia is old enough, he will share them with her.

The End

#sesame street #bert and ernie #sesame street fanart #sesame street fanfic #the bernia au #bernia

[nrth-wind-a]

♫ for bart

5 + 1s: ♫ - five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is II Accepting

Uploading… New Data: Fake Dating AU

Simulation One: Retroactive First Date

It was weird to lie about dating Kon. But if Kon really wanted to do this, then Bart was certainly not complaining about being his go-to choice. A small part of his mind reminded him that he wasn’t actually his go-to; he was just in the wrong-right place at the right-wrong time.

So he envisioned decking that small part of his mind, and it made him feel a little better.

At any rate, while he was relishing in this pretend relationship, it still felt odd. Especially because they’d decided what their first date would be not as if they were a couple planning it, but as if they were preparing an undercover story for one of Tim’s stealth missions.

And, yet, somehow, Kon had hit the nail on the head on what a fun first date might be for him, as if Kon knew him so well already. When he’d suggested it, Bart had honestly been surprised—and more than a little tempted when Kon then went on to point out that they could actually do it. It might help their alibi, he’d said.

Bart felt selfish when he agreed.

But he also knew that he would have agreed every single time—which startled him no small amount to realize, because until then, he’d never even considered what a date would be like with Kon.

According to this one: it fucking ruled.

Kon had taken him to a rage room, where they could let their powers loose and simply smash things for an hour, and it was awesome.

“Fore!” Bart yelled, hurling a fancy china plate in his direction, which Kon literally punched out of the air—god, he had the coolest friends.

Bart was positively beaming as they left, damn near vibrating at Kon’s side, as they took a walk through the park after—and it wasn’t even a second thought for Bart, as he looped his hand through Kon’s, entwining their fingers together like they somehow belonged there—

…But they didn’t.

Because this wasn’t actually a real date; it was a cover story.

“Well,” Bart started, as Kon dropped him off at his room in the Tower, like a true gentleman; and didn’t that just ache? He was going to be someone’s perfect happy ending someday…

“I had fun! I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow.” And with a boost of his speed—just fast enough for him to be gone in one second, but just slow enough that Kon could see the second go by like normal, if he decided to keep up—Bart pressed a kiss to the kryptonian’s cheek.

“Goodnight! Happyfirstfakedate.”

This wasn’t gonna become a thing.

Simulation Two: El-Gazing

Being still was not often something Bart could bear for very long—not that he couldn’t do it, or didn’t know when it was really important—but when Kon had looked at him with a silent plea in his eyes, what was a speedster to do? Say no to Kon-El’s baby blues? As if.

This was how one Bart Allen, metahuman speedster and founding member of Young Justice, thus found himself pressed up against his fake boyfriend’s side, as they laid on a checkered blanket—seriously, it was like it came out of a stock photo—in the middle of the Kent property’s fields, staring upward at a sky that moved so slowly, Bart would swear it was standing still, even though he knew it wasn’t. The Earth rotated at roughly one thousand miles an hour—midway between machs one and two, which was a great cruising speed for exercise—and yet, with its mass, Bart would call it sluggish, lazy.

If he could figure out how Kal-El spun the Earth backward one day, he swore he’d turn it forward, and bring everyone up to his speed. Wouldn’t the world be more efficient that way?

He knew it wouldn’t, but it was still funny to think about, and considering that he and Kon had been sitting in relative silence for what felt like years, he’d had to entertain himself somehow.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Starboy?” The petname rolled off his lips easier and easier these days, the more he used it.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“Saturn. Right above us.” Kon pointed at one of the bright ones, which wasn’t nearly as bright for Bart as it was for him and his super-eyes, so Bart had to squint to see it.

“Huh. Cool.” He hummed idly, his eyes dropping back to Kon’s face, which he’d been watching much more than the sky above them.

He’d been watching his face, his eyelashes, the bob of his Adam’s apple, the rise and fall of his chest, any small twitch or flex of his fingers, every shift of position he made to get comfortable; Bart had seen and catalogued it all, right next to his theories about the earth’s rotation.

Like he’d said: he’d had to entertain himself somehow.

“What are you looking at?” Kon asked, and Bart had to take a millisecond of paused time to force down the sudden fear that he’d been caught—because, after all, this wasn’t a real date, so he shouldn’t treat it like one—before he put on an easy smile and turned his gaze upward.

“Just… one of the pretty ones.”

This still wasn’t gonna be a thing. It was fine.

Simulation Three: Mile Rock Beach

It’s not a date. Just like the other ones haven’t been. This is not a date, and Bart Allen is not Kon-El’s boyfriend.

Bart had taken to reminding himself of this every time they went out—for their cover, of course. The best lies were the ones that had grains of truth in them, so whenever they told their friends that they were having a date, they proceeded to actually do the activity, since it was always fun to hang out with one’s best friend anyway, and it made the lie extremely convincing.

It almost tricked Bart, even.

…Almost.

As they walked along the coastline, however, Kon seemed to catch onto him and his racing thoughts that time, because moments before Bart went over the tipping point into the same full-blown spiral he’d had their last three dates, there was a splash of salt water directly to his face, shocking him from it immediately.

And Kon was smirking, too proud of himself for someone who had no idea what he’d just started.

Bart’s grin was enormous and touched with danger.

“I’ll give you three seconds to apologize, before I unleash hell on you, stella.” Bart called over, already gearing up, because—

“I’d love to see you try!” Kon was not going to apologize.

Which was perfectly fine with Bart.

It was all too easy to send a deluge of water crashing over Kon by simply coming to a skater’s stop in the waves right next to him, and with that, the fight was on.

Bart didn’t know how much time passed then, as it went slippery and evasive—a phenomenon which was rare for him. His sense of time was skewed, of course, but he could do the conversions in his head as easily as he could breathe, because ever since he was born, the passage of time had been different for him, and the moment that he started to learn math was the moment that he started converting Bart-Time to Everyone-Else-Time, but—he didn’t know how much Bart-Time had passed, and that was rare.

He liked it, though. Because, sure, he was soaked, and, sure, so was Kon, and, yes, they had made a ruckus in the middle of a national park beach, but there weren’t very many other people around, and they’d found a secluded corner of it all to themselves, and he was spitting brine back into the sea, because the last time Kon had splashed him, his mouth had been open in laughter, and hell, it was perfect.

This date was perfect—

Or, at least, it would have been.

If it was actually a date.

This still still still wasn’t gonna be a thing. It was absolutely fine. He had nothing to worry about.

Simulation Four: This Is A Serious Mission… Could Be a Date.

“Come on, now, twenty on four? That doesn’t seem fair.” Kon grinned.

Bart chimed in with a chipper tone. “Yeah, for them.”

“Less taunting, more hitting.” Tim’s voice in their ears came out tinny but amused, which ruined his attempt at chastising the pair.

“On it, Rob.” Bart slapped Kon’s offered hand in a super-powered high five, before he was off like a rocket. He could practically hear the sound of bowling pins being knocked over as he sent one mercenary flying into another, with just a bit of speed and a well-placed shove, and he took just a moment to say, “Strike!” before he scanned the field for nearby enemies. One of them almost managed to sneak up behind him and get in a good whack, but unfortunately for them, all their baton hit was open air.

“Yikes! Missed one.” Bart chattered. “Maybe I can still go for the spare.” He smirked, speeding through an uppercut that was just on the side of not breaking the merc’s jaw. Dodging their second attack like before, he gave them a good hit to the temple, watching as they crumpled after that.

“Nice. Ten points for Impulse.” He said smugly.

Kon laughed into the comms unit. “Great work, angel.”

Cassie joined the conversation, then, with a, “Grody. We can all hear you two.”

“Aw, come on, where’s the happiness for your best friends being cute and in love?” Kon shot back with a snicker, and—

Bart took a knife to the gut. Literally, not metaphorically.

He’d frozen at in love, and one fortuitous contestant had gotten the chance to stab Impulse—not that it was as dire as it seemed; his body was already starting to heal it, but—this was gonna hurt again. He had to pull the knife out before the wound closed around it, so he gritted his teeth and yanked, and before he even had a moment to return the favor to the mercenary in question, Kon had the guy dreaming of sugarplums (and probably murder).

“Imp, you okay?” Kon was close.

“Uh… Yeah, fine. Lucky shot.” Bart forced a smile. “I’m fine. Let’s finish these guys off, shall we?”

On instinct, he held out his hand for Kon to take. And in a heartbeat, his hand was there, a comforting pressure.

Automatic. Thoughtless. Beautiful.

“We shall.” His eyes danced with reckless excitement, and Bart felt himself come alive.

This… was maybe gonna become a thing.

Simulation Five: Going Global

“Can I open my eyes now?” Bart currently had his squeezed shut, as he did his best not to give into the temptation to peek. Partway through their flight, he’d had to shove his head into Kon’s neck just so that if he did, he still wouldn’t see anything.

He could feel the exact moment Kon touched down on the ground. “Yeah, you’re good, now.”

When Bart opened his eyes, they were—in an alley.

“…Avoiding getting spotted?” Bart asked.

“Avoiding getting spotted.” Kon confirmed, before he grabbed Bart by the elbow and tugged him out onto the sidewalk.

And Bart’s jaw dropped. “Are we in—where are we?”

“Italy. Rome, to be exact.”

“Rome?” Bart laughed. “You took me to Rome for a fake date?”

Kon winked. “Gotta sell it somehow, angel. Now, there’ll be time to sight-see later, but we have a reservation, courtesy of Tim Wayne’s connections.”

“Oh, I’ll have to thank him for this date, then.” Bart teased.

“Hey, he got us in. I’m the one doing the heavy lifting—as usual.” He flexed with a smirk.

“Because dating me is that hard, huh?”

Kon raised an eyebrow. “No, it’s pretty easy, actually.”

“Oh.”

Bart wasn’t sure what to make of the expression on Kon’s face, which he knew he was trying to hide from him; he considered pushing the issue, even, but before he could, he was being dragged off again, in the direction of a restaurant that was much too fancy for either of them—Bart wasn’t even wearing dress shoes, much less a suit that he hadn’t purchased at the Belk at Jasper Mall, a few minutes outside of Manchester.

He suddenly felt wildly out of place—but he couldn’t even bring himself to care, because Kon looked so pleased with himself, and, frankly, the maître d’s face upon seeing which name they were listed under was a little too priceless. He and Kon had to work to stifle their laughter as they were led to the table.

Unfortunately, elbowing Kon with the one he’d previously been leading him by only made Kon laugh harder—a fact which Bart was sure was the reason for why they were given a very nasty glare as the host returned to the front, and this only made Bart laugh harder.

What a giggly mess the pair of them made.

Bart wouldn’t have it any other way—if he was even allowed to have it at all.

Because this wasn’t a real date.

…But this was most definitely a thing, for him, now.

Uploading… New Data: I’m In Pretend Love With You a.k.a. Keats Has Got Nothing On Us, My Dear

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

“Date night, tonight?” Kon asked, as Bart turned upside down on the couch beside him, working his way through a Metroid Dread level for him.

Bart hummed softly, noncommittally, and double-jumped to a new platform.

And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

“Bart?” Kon waved his hand in front of his eyes.

And Bart rolled his, pausing the game to sit up.

“I was asking you if you wanted to have a date night, tonight.” Kon frowned.

And, crap, Bart hated that expression. “Well—I dunno. I like going on dates with you; it’s just…”

“Just?”

The moving waters at their priestlike task

“Can we stay in, tonight?” Bart asked.

Kon reeled, confusion written all over his face. “Of course, we can. Hey, did you think I’d be upset if you asked that?”

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

He didn’t answer.

So Kon took one of his hands into both of his, playing with his fingers. Bart moved closer on the cushions, drawn in by the contact.

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

“You can ask me for whatever you want, Bart. This relationship is a two-way street.”

Bart pursed his lips. “…Right. I don’t know, I guess… I think I like dates with you. It’s just, like… every date we’ve ever been on has been pretend, and they kinda felt—”

Kon raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue.

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

“Performative.”

The common room went silent.

No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

“I like showing off my love for you.” Kon said, finally.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have love for me during the other ones—”

Kon stared at him.

Bart stared back.

There was something in the kryptonian’s eyes…

Wait.

“…You mean—?”

A smile bloomed on Kon’s face.

“You—really?” Bart gaped.

Kon nodded, and then Bart punched his shoulder lightly. “Dude! How long were you holding out on me?"

"Hey! How long were you holding out on me? It was like pulling teeth from you just to make you admit that you loved me for real—and that was after I had just told you I loved you for real!”

Bart tipped his head back and laughed.

“Okay. Okay. We can do a date another day. I still wanna stay in with you tonight.”

Kon curled an arm around his shoulders, and almost immediately, one of Bart’s circled his waist in return.

“I think we can do that, angel.”

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Hours later, they were still tangled together on the couch, Bart’s head resting on Kon’s chest, his hair splayed out like some kind of octopus all over his front, and while they weren’t asleep, they were lying in an easy, happy silence, just existing—just breathing—

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

—Together.

#[oh my god this is a monster of an ask answer but here u go lol] #{answered asks} #{but for now it's time to run} #{i could put a little stardust in your eyes - konbart} #aureum-li

[tojigasm]

can you do toji taking care of her s/o after a rough sex , pls im just obsessed to a soft toji

Oh my god anon, you know soft toji is my absolute SHIT YUHH but omgg I have this theory that he's super sensitive when it comes to actually seeing the aftermath of sex. Like he understands in the moment of sex that you're both enjoying him being rough with you but after he almost can't forgive himself for hurting you to a point where you're sore. Beware, this lil drabble was supposed to be vry fluffy and giggly and it ended up turning much more angsty lmfao?? I think im starting to enjoy writing angst a lot more tbh, but I digress, I hope you enjoy!

Cw: mentions of cum, bruising, and biting, sad toji + soft toji + angsty toji, he's lowkey giving bart simpson edit toji here

Words: 682

Toji's still hunched over you, resting all his weight on you, sweat-slicked skin of his chest stuck to your hot back. He's panting, hips jutting and twitching - cum still spilling from his cock and filling your tight cunt. "God..." he groans, pushing himself up, holding your hips in one hand as he pulls out of you, spreading the lips of your pussy to see his cum drool out of you.

Biting his lip at the sight, he sits back on his haunches, rubbing the small dent of your back, helping you to lay down on the silk-sheet bed. "You feel okay, sweetie?" He whispers, Stroking your cheek softly.

"Yeah just sore," you mumble into the meat of his thigh. He scoffs at that, low and breathy, "yeah I can imagine," he smiles down at you, running his fingers over your arm comfortingly, sending chills throughout your tired body.

He feels guilty at the state of your body: legs still shaking, dried cum and spit caked onto your soft skin, lips swollen and eyes lidded with exhaustion. So he picks you up, cradling you in his arms, stepping over discarded clothing thrown around the floor on his way to the bathroom.

You whine lightly, the amber lights make your head pound, blood throbbing against your skull. Toji brings a hand up to cover your eyes, shielding you from the intrusive light. "sorry, baby," his voice is hoarse.

Its okay, you mumble; you can't even hear your own voice, did you even speak...you don't know. Grip on his bicep tightening when he bends over to place you in the tub; you lean against the cold porcelain, shivers tremor throughout your body - your nipples hardening against the open air.

Water begins to fill the tub - you hear it before you feel it - splashing against the china tub and submerging your bruised legs and bit skin.

You suddenly think of Toji, turning your head sharply in search for him; your neck is sore, a streak of white-hot pain running up the base of your jaw making you wince. Hissing, you rub the side of your neck gently, your small hand being pushed away by a much larger one.

"Toji?" you croak, eyes struggling to focus on his figure sitting next to the tub - he's dressed, when did he do that - he gently massages the muscle in your neck, other hand running up and down your leg that's covered in suds.

"'M right here, baby," he watches you closely, "shh..." pouring a watermelon-scented shampoo into the water, he grabs a loofa from the side of the tub, running it up and down the dark blotches of blood littered along your thighs.

he's always rough with you, too rough and he knows it. biting and grabbing and tearing - he can't help it, you're so soft and so easily broken by his words - like a string he unveils, puling and pulling and pulling on the thread of your body until you're holding onto him for dear life before he sews you back together with sweet words and comforting touches.

You let him comfort himself - bringing himself back to some sort of stability with the way he apologizes through touch. You know he needs it; needs the finite reminder that you're still with him - that even if he's rough with you that you wont break. It's aftercare for him as much as it is for you.

You want to tell him that its okay, that you wont break, that you love him but you know those words won't carry any gravity in the face of his guilt. He does it for himself, he needs to care for you, sew your body back together, comfort you and remind himself you're okay so he can be okay. so you let him - the soft strokes of his fingers relaxing you and pulling you into a heavy sleep.

When you wake up, you're dressed in one of Toji's shirts, snuggled into his broad chest. his chest rises and falls heavily in the midst of his sleep, and you know he's okay.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji fluff #toji zenin x reader #toji #toji fushiguro #toji angst #toji drabble #toji imagine #thanku 4 requesting anon!! #working on my 2k special rn!! #loved writing this #bart simpson toji is now my favorite #ansgty toji is the best to right tbh #jjk #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen

[fanficwritersworld]

Fangirling Is Hereditary I Guess?

Summary:Go back in time they said. It will be fine they said. Say that to the two grown men fangirling over who your father is.

Pairing: Nora West-Allen x Super!Reader PLatonic!Bart West-Allen x Super!Reader

Requested: by this anon. Hope you like it.

Word Count: 864

Warnings:it's kinda crack fic, enjoy. Carmen is Cisco's kid and Essie is Chester's. Carmen is an oc so please don't steal. They're only mentioned

Masterlist|Prompt List

Nora and Bart stopped outside of STAR Labs, the feeling of time travelling foregin in their system. You landed gracefully next to the siblings. “You too are gonna meet your Dad and I’ll fly around the world, see if he has any clones anywhere else” You told them. Nora pecked your cheek, “Be safe, please” She told you.

Bart made fake gagging sounds. You flared up a bit of heatvison, slightly missing his feet. “Watch it kid, you heal fast. I don’t need to, behave” You warned him before flying up into the air. Bart looked at his sister with a puppy dog face. “Why did you start dating the indestructible one?” He asked her. Nora slapped the back of his head before running off to find their father.

After explaining to their family what had happened in the future, Nora and Bart tried to contact you.

“Supergirl, what’s your status?” Nora asked over the comn link.

You were flying near Central City taking one last look. “On my way, need me to pick up some food?” You asked, knowing how hungry your girlfriend and her brother get. “Please pick up that Chinese place on 5th street! It’s to die for” You heard Bart’s plea, already knowing that he was on his knees thinking about it.

You rolled your eyes, laughing at his expression of words. “What about you, City Girl?” You asked, changing into some civilian clothes in a nearby phone booth. “Same for me. I owe you” Nora answered before the line went dead.

You had your feet on Nora’s lap as you ate some food. Bart and herself were having a burping contest and you were the judge. “Nora, baby I love you with all my heart… but Bart wins” You told her gently, ignoring Bart’s little victory dance. Nora pouted at you, her cute little eyes staring back at you.

You knew her game, and pecked the corner of her lip instead of her lips. Nora pouted more, sadly going back to her food. “I love you Nora” You singsonged, knowing she was only looking for a bit of attention which was very cute. “I love you too” Nora smiled at you.

Bart began to fake gag again. “What is Bart or she’ll burn your feet” Nora warned him jokingly. You hummed in agreement before Barry came in. He looked at you strangely, as if he knew you. “And this is?” He asked his children. “(Y/N) Kent, Aunt Kara’s successor. I’m Supergirl in 2049” You told him plainly, deciding not to get into the backstory details.

Barry looked at you and then the speedsters back and forth for a moment. “You’re Superman’s daughter? But Clark has twin boys?” Barry questioned since you looked around the same age as Nora. “I was genetically created by Lex Luthor using the genetic material left by my father when he uses powers such as heat vision or ice breath and an unknown female participant. My goal was to destroy Superman and Supergirl but I was found at a young age by my father and raised by him and my Jeju Lois. Jordan and Jon are my older brothers” You explained clearly, leaving nothing out besides the fact you were dating his daughter. Barry nodded, shocked at the news. “Her and Nora are a thing” Bart added, earning a death glare from you and your girlfriend. “That’s it, I’m burning your feet” You satted, swinging your legs onto the ground. You were about to chase the younger boy when Nora held you back.

She looked at you with a pointed look. “Can it wait until Godspeed is taken care of?” Nora asked you, holding your hand. You huffed, glaring at Bart with your eyes ready to use your heat vision. “Yeah, got no more stupid jokes” He nodded, earning a small laugh of Barry.

“OH. MY. GOD!” Chester and Cisco squealed when they saw you in your suit. You looked at the two weirdly, looking at Barry. “Is this normal?” You whispered. Cisco had begun touching your cape, while Chester was asking questions about your powers, how you got them or if you were an alien.

“Uhh. Same as Dad due to the yellow sun and I am?” You answered, still in shock as the grown men began spiralling into theories about your powers and how you could time travel. “Nora. Love of my life, the lightning to my thunder what the fuck is happening? Why is this giving me deja vu?” You asked your girlfriend with wide eyes. Nora chuckled at you, kissing your cheek.

“Remember when you told me and the gang about your dad?” Nora asked, you nodded. “That’s Carmen’s and Essie’s dads” She whispered so only you could hear. You looked at her with your mouth wide open. “Fangirling is hereditary I guess?” You shrugged, only to have Cisco pull you by your shoulders.

“Who. Made. Your suit?” He asked in the most serious voice you’ve heard. “Carmen Ramon?” You said slowly, only for the man to freak out once more. This is gonna need a lot of explaining without fucking the timeline.

#nora west allen x reader #clark kent #nora west allen #nora west allen x fem!reader #nora west allen imagine #the flash season 7 #bart west allen #nora west allen x super!reader

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: a baby appears into your timeline to reveal an unexpected surprise.

♡ pairing: Bart Allen (Impulse) x fem reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / for OBVIOUS reasons, it’s altered when it comes to the canon universe because we all know legitimate canon wouldn’t work for this....pain. also!! please if any of you are interested in more characters with prompt, let me know!! 

both you and Bart weren’t together. not in the slightest. at the very least, both of you had flirted with each other, PLAYFULLY and all things considered, Bart liked to talk to girls when he had the chance. he was very much like Wally in that sense. 

since you weren’t exactly the type to try to flirt with every person with a pulse like Bart did, you really only playfully ‘flirted’ with Jaime, Gar, and sometimes Robin when you were feeling extra confident. 

the lair was extra dead tonight with only you, Bart, and Gar sitting down and watching whatever was on TV. you had you legs kicked up on Gar as Bart was reaching over to your lap to grab the popcorn that you were holding. 

“the lair being this dead seems unnaturally calm,” you told the two boys. they nodded in agreement but before you could even take another breathe, all of your eyes were averted to the large blue orb that was suddenly in the room. Bart grabbed his gear from behind the couch and Gar immediately transformed. you grabbed the pocket knife from your pocket and held it in a very similar Michael Meyers pose, “what the hell is happening,” you heard Gar whisper. 

as all of you were ready to attack, all of you saw a baby, no older than ten months pop out. your instincts immediately jumped to grab the infant before it fell on the ground. you looked to the boys with wide eyes before staring back down to the baby, “oh, hi baby,” you whispered as it let out a cry. 

“that’s a baby!” Gar screamed, not knowing what to do. both you and Bart looked at him like he was an idiot, “of course it is! what else would it be?” you retorted, not in the mood to hear his slight stupidity while a child was wailing. 

you grabbed the blanket you were using a while ago and wrapped it around her like your sister had taught you. having a niece you guessed at its perks as the baby immediately calmed down, “call someone!” you whispered to the two, “Nightwing, Megan, fucking hell, even the Bat if you can!” 

both Gar and Bart ran to the nearest COMM link and rang for anyone in the Justice League or your leaders. as Gar was standing behind you, admiring the tiny baby, he looked at her before looking at you and Bart, “huh, she kinda looks like if she was some kind of combination of the two of you,” Gar said off-handedly. 

you and Bart looked at each other before laughing hysterically. a kid? with Bart no less? that sounded like some kind of joke if you’ve ever heard one. Bart sat down next to you and peeked at the hair, “he does have that Allen red hair though,” you stared at him before smacking the back of his head. 

it didn’t take long before Nightwing, Robin, and Batman ran into the lair. whatever distress signal Gar or Bart let out must’ve worked because you had never saw any of the three get here as fast as they just did. you looked to Nightwing and Batman while showing them the sleeping baby. 

“the three of us were just watching a movie when a blue orb came literally out of nowhere and the baby popped out. we swear we didn’t do ANYTHING,” you explained through nervousness. Batman hummed, seeing how calm the baby was, “kinda looks like the two of you,” Nightwing said out of curiosity. 

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” Gar yelled, “it has her hair but Bart’s hair color.” you sighed out of annoyance as Nightwing agreed. Batman on the other hand looked at you and back to Bart who was eerily quiet for someone who talked A LOT. 

he gave Dick a look as if the two of communicating telepathically. on instant, Dick looked to the three of you, “what did we say about leaving stray cups around,” Nightwing told the three of you. you sighed, “sorry, we didn’t have time to pick up,” you said grabbing your pink Solo cup and tossing it in the trash. 

“we’ll see what we can do to get the child back where it belongs,” Batman said giving you a look, “the baby hasn’t given you any trouble, right? come with me and bring the child. we can run a DNA sample and see if he has any connections to any of the members whether it’s in the league or among the team,” he asked. 

discreetly, Tim had gotten a cotton swab and took the spit from the residue on the solo cup and put it in his small pocket before following all of you. you felt the baby stir in your arms and as she opened her eyes, you smiled down at it. you had no idea where these maternal instincts came from but oddly enough, you had this mother bear protectiveness over her. 

you waited for something that had to be brought by Nightwing to the lair and during that time, you played with the baby, who Bart decided to call Autumn for the time being. Nightwing came back a bit later and gave whatever he brought to Nightwing as he watched you and Bart play with the girl. 

while the two of you wanted to hand the baby over to Gar, Megan, Zatanna, hell even Robin, she immediately refused and let out a blaring cry whenever you or Bart let her go. everyone immediately handed her back to you or Bart as soon as she started crying and almost as quickly as she started crying, she stopped when you or Bart held her. 

“do you think I can go feed her? she’s probably hungry,” you told Nightwing. he nodded as you got up with the baby and grabbed her by the arms, holding them high in the air so she could use her legs to walk without falling, “she seems like a great mom,” Nightwing said. 

without a thought or even a second heart beat, Bart nodded in agreement as he watched you walk out. Bart wanted to follow you but didn’t want to seem like he was overwhelming you so he stayed with the Bats and Gar. 

not even realizing, he had fallen asleep against the wall as DNA results pinged up on Tim’s screen. the baby had the closest match to your DNA and using the spit from the previous DNA testing Bart had done on Bart, both of your photos showed up as the parents. Tim got Dick’s and Bruce’s attention without trying to make a scene. 

Dick laughed because of course the two of you were the parents. no wonder Autumn didn’t want anyone to hold her except for the two of you. as Dick looked down to look at Bart, he saw that he had finally woken up. Tim signaled that he was in the kitchen, trying to make Autumn laugh. 

“ironic how that works out,” Gar said. Nightwing and Batman agreed as he told Nightwing to be the one to break the news to the two of you. Gar wanted to hear what you both said when he told you and Tim tagged along as a result. 

as they all entered the kitchen, they heard ‘Killer Queen’ by Queen playing from your phone as you and Bart were playing with Autumn. “hey, did the results come back? I bet 50 bucks it was Megan’s and Connor’s!” you said. 

Nightwing handed you the papers in a manila folder. you couldn’t help but laugh at how eerily reminiscent this was to a Maury TV show segment. you opened the folder to see your team photo right along Barts as the arrows pointed to the Autumn. 

out of sheer shock, you dropped the folder on the floor as you felt like the wind was knocked out of you. Bart looked at the ground to see what the results were but he, unlike you, laughed. you had given Nightwing the baby to hold before grabbing the folder. 

“congrats?” Gar said awkwardly, “you’re parents!” 

before you could respond to his witty comments, you saw the same blue orb enter the lair again. you stared at the orb as two people walked out, arguing with each other at the top of their lungs. you grabbed the baby from Nightwing and held it tightly against your chest as Bart went into defense mode and jumped in front of the two of you. 

“i think it’s the two of you from the future,” Robin said as eerily similar version of the two of you walked into view. future you immediately sighed in relief as she saw you holding the baby, “so she did get sent to the past,” future you said. 

you looked yourself, “so, I’m assuming bird boy here did his little magic and figured out both of you were the parents?” you said. you nodded as older Bart chuckled and stood next to his younger self, “how did we get together?” he asked himself. 

“what’s the date?” he asked. Nightwing gave him the date and Bart laughed, “you’ll see in a few weeks actually. word of advice, don’t piss her off while she’s pregnant. I learned this the hard way,” Bart warned. older you smiled at you as you stood next to Bart, “we gotta go back to our timeline. the twins are killing me and she’s getting restless,” you said. 

“TWINS?” all of you screamed at the sudden confession. older you smacked yourself as Bart warned you about spoilers, “twins....” you murmured to yourself as your older versions walked back into the orb and waved all of you off. 

Nightwing had told Gar and Tim to leave the two of you alone so you could process what you had just found out. you looked too Bart who was scratching the back of his head, “we have kids together, huh?” you told Bart, “three kids at that,” he replied. 

you gave Bart a smile, “whenever you’re done flirting with every girl on the planet, you know where you can find me,” you told him, giving Bart a wink before walking back into the kitchen, “no fair! you flirt with Jaime all the time!” he retorted as he walked into the kitchen. 

#Young Justice #young justice imagine #yj imagines #dc #DC comics #comics #DC imagines #dc imagine #dc x reader #bart allen #bart allen imagine #bart allen x reader #bart allen x you #kid flash #impulse #impulse imagine #impulse x reader

[ragingbookdragon]

I saw you want idea for flash. Maybe Barry falling in love with Bruce's younger sister who is justice league member. Barry has a crush on her because she is a good cook and very optimistic with a habit of making puns. Cue the cute fluffy romance with food.

P.s. sorry if it's too much. I love your works on the lanterns.

Okay, I changed it just a pinch, but I think it works well! I'm glad you love my GL works dear! -Thorne

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Barry had been to Gotham more than a few times. Honestly, the city gave him the creeps and he stayed away, but he’d been a few times. He was probably the superhero besides Superman and Wonder Woman that didn’t have to call before he entered the area. That being said, his Midwestern sensibilities got hold of him more than they did most, and he couldn’t help but call ahead. Except when he didn’t get a response from Bruce, it worried him, and he got to the Batcave in record time.

“Bruce!” he called, skidding to a stop near the Batcomputer, only to find a young woman sitting in the chair with a worried look on her face. “Uh…”

She jumped at the sound out his voice and spun around, the worried look giving way to relief. “Flash! Oh, I’m so glad someone answered!” hurrying over, she took his hand and led him to the screen. “You have to help Bruce.”

He blinked, looking over at her. “Who are you?”

“Who am—” she shook her head. “That’s not important right now.” Pointing to the screen, she explained, “Joker and Harley took over Arkham Asylum and they’re unlocking the cells all across the blocks. Bruce is good, but I don’t know if he can manage that many supervillains at the same time.”

She clicked a button and the screen flashed, showing Bruce in the middle of a fight with Killer Croc and Poison Ivy. “The others are busy across the city running missions.” Turning, she took Barry’s hands in her own, tears coming to her eyes. “Please, Flash. Help Bruce. Please.”

Barry could only gape at the woman and look at the screen again, watching as Bruce took a blow to the side, and he nodded, pulling away. “Alright. I’ll help him.”

Her shoulder sunk in relief. “Oh, thank you.” She picked up some kind of device that looked like a scanning thermometer and raised it to Barry’s head, clicking the button.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a scanner. I’ll be able to get into your suit’s frequency to help you.” She turned and set down the scanner, then tapped at the screen. Immediately, directions to Arkham Asylum flooded the sensors in Barry’s cowl. “There. Can you see them?”

He nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I’ve got ‘em.”

Grinning at him, she winked. “Now run, Flash. Run.”

Barry shot her a look. “That’s original.” And he was off in a streak of yellow lightning.

***

It took less than thirty minutes for Barry and Bruce to reign in the asylum and make it back to the cave. And boy, was Bruce not happy to see his coworker in Gotham city, much less her who’d called him.

“I explicitly told you not to call anyone unless I ever told you to do so.”

Barry watched as she inconspicuously rolled her eyes, but he knew Bruce saw the reaction too. “I made a judgement call.”

“Your judgement was flawed, (Y/N).”

She glowered at him. “Maybe your flaw is being an anti-social jerk.”

The Flash narrowly managed to turn his snort into a cough.

“I didn’t call in another superhero to rain on your parade, Bruce.” (Y/N) grabbed Barry’s arm and yanked him forward. “I called your friend who was going to have your back when you needed it.”

Bruce looked between the two and Barry couldn’t help but blurt out, “I still have no idea what the relationship is between you two, but I’ve seen Wally and Bart argue long enough to know that you guys are family.”

(Y/N) laughed while Bruce merely grunted. “We’re siblings. Bruce is my older brother.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Barry looked between them. “So, are you not a superhero then?”

She smiled. “No. I’m just technical and moral support for the family.” Meeting his eyes, she added, “And the occasional referee whenever someone has beef with another family member.”

He chuckled. “Telling me the woman who has no martial arts training can keep up with the master detectives?”

(Y/N) winked. “It always helps to have a Superman-Stun-Gun on your person.”

Barry all but cackled, and Bruce griped, “Are you two done? I still have business to take care of.”

She stuck her tongue out at Bruce and grabbed Barry’s hand. “C’mon Barry, you’re probably hungry.”

“I’m always hungry.”

***

(Y/N) ushered him into the kitchen and onto one of the barstools. “Sit. I was just about to pull the chicken out of the oven.”

“What’d you make?”

Cracking the oven, she let the steam billow out before opening it all the way and reaching in with her oven-mitted hands, pulling out a glass casserole dish. Inside was a bubbling mixture of chicken and rice and the second the scent hit Barry’s nose, his stomach grumbled like a whale.

His cheeks flushed and he pressed a hand to his stomach. “Sorry.”

(Y/N) smiled and set the dish down on two wooden trivets before removing the gloves; she grabbed a serving spoon from the drawer and scooped out a good helping of rice and one of the larger pieces of chicken, setting it in front of the Speedster.

When he picked up a spoonful and brought it to his mouth, she gently laid a hand on his wrist, stopping him with a quiet, “Careful, it’s hot.”

Barry closed his mouth in a small “ooo” and blew softly, then put the spoonful in his mouth. Immediately he groaned, eyes closing as he chewed.

“Pretty good, huh?”

He swallowed and nodded. “It’s fantastic.” He stuck the spoon back in the bowl. “It reminds me of the chicken and rice my mom used to make.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed with a sad tone, but only for a moment. “My mother used to make this for Bruce and I when we had bad days. It was the comfort food she’d learned how to make when she was young.” She blew on her own spoonful. “I’ve spent almost two decades trying to recreate that loving feeling I used to get when I ate it as a kid.”

Before he could say a word, a shout sounded through the foyer. “AUNT (Y/N)! WHY IS THE OLD MAN ACTING LIKE AN ASSHOLE MORE THAN USUAL!”

She snorted, looking towards the doors when her nephews wandered in; the tallest one stopped and cocked a brow at Barry sitting on the barstool. “Oh. So that’s why B’s in a bad mood.”

“Jason, be nice,” she tutted, spooning the food onto plates, and passing them to each boy that walked over.

The young man glowered at Barry, who was on some level unnerved, but he met the teal eyes with his own firm baby blues. “He’s in my spot.”

(Y/N) nodded to the counter. “Then sit on the counter for now. Barry’s our guest.”

Barry speedily, ate the rest of the food and stood up. “I should actually be getting back to Central.”

“Aww,” she cooed. “But you didn’t even stay for dessert.”

That made Barry perk up. “Dessert?”

She winked. “If you gimme just a sec, I’ll have it whipped up…in a flash.”

Barry cackled while the others around her groaned and then someone cleared their throats, causing them to look towards the entryway at Bruce. (Y/N) smiled and plated some of their dinner, holding it out for him.

He took it and didn’t even cool it off before taking a bite. But the way his expression softened just a moment, told her all she needed to know; he leaned over and pecked her temple, murmuring, “Taste’s just like mother used to make.”

Bruce took the plate and walked back over to the doorway, but stopped and said, “Barry…thank you for the help tonight.” And then he was gone, leaving Barry to gape at the doorframe and (Y/N) smiling.

“I think Hell just froze over, Aunt (Y/N).”

She rolled her eyes and ruffled Tim’s hair. “And there went the loving moment.” Laughing along with her nephews, she looked at Barry. “So, dessert?”

He smiled politely but shook his head. “I really need to be getting back.”

“I understand.” She nodded and gave Jason another serving when he handed his plate over. “Barry?”

He paused, glancing back from the doorway and she gave him a look that made his insides feel warm and fuzzy. “Yeah?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Don’t be a stranger.”

Barry winked in return and was off in a flash.

#barry allen x reader imagine #barry allen x reader imagines #barry allen x reader #barry allen imagine #barry allen imagines #barry allen #flash x reader imagine #flash x reader imagines #flash x reader #flash imagines #flash imagine #batfamily x reader imagine #batfamily x reader imagines #batfamily x reader #bafamily imagines #batfamily imagine #batsis x batfamily imagine #batsis x batfamily imagines #batfamily x batsis #batfamily x batsis imagine #batfamily x batsis imagines #batsis x batfamily #batsis imagine #batsis imagines #dc comics #dc imagine #the flash #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd

[catxsnow]

BACK TO YOU W.W.

Request: Could I be so bold to request a Wally fic? Where he comes back after his "death" (lets be real we all know he is not dead) and Y/N reacts to it? Could it be fluff, angst, a little of both, that's up to you.

P.s. I love you 😊😊

Warning: angst, mentions of death (wallace), fluff

A/N: hello, good evening, I’m tired as fuck. 

I’ve been thinking about a taglist lately so if there’s interest I’ll start one. I always suffer when I make it for some reason but if the people are interested I will suffer for y’all. 

Word count: 2.3k 

Wally coming back from the dead seemed surreal.

The hope you had for his return never diminished, even if those around you gave up long ago. Wally wasn't dead, he was never dead - he was just stuck in a place that no one could save him. Not Barry, not Bart, Not even Jay. Wally was the only one that could save himself and he had done it.

Broken, battered, and barely breathing he had made it out of the Speed Force. He had made it back to you. It put everyone into shock to see him collapsed in the middle of the team's headquarters. His suit was barely hanging to his body, eyes sunken in with exhaustion. He barely looked alive.

It took weeks to get him nourished back to health. Weeks of him being in a coma, wondering how the hell he managed to get back home. Sleeping at his bedside every night because you were scared this wasn't real or that he would be taken from you again. Long nights of crying because even if he was back, was he even going to wake up?

By the time that he was back up on his feet and running around again, every single league member had come to see him. Those who gave up on him, those who never lost hope, even those who never knew him.

Wally West was back.

Unfortunately, it seemed that a lot of him was still missing. His smile that once never left his face hadn't resurfaced once. The laugh that you remembered so clearly that got you through so many hard days vanished. The light in his eyes when he was running or saving lives was dull. He wasn't the same man you knew.

He teetered around you like a stranger even though every night he told you how grand his love for you was. You noticed him bumping into furniture that had moved from his time away or looking at pictures of people he didn't know with tears in his eyes. He stood by the window, watching for nearly an hour, just staring into the void every other day.

Wally wasn't all back from the Speed Force. He had lost a part of himself in there that he could never get back. Dick tried to fill in the gap of time that he missed, catching him up on everything that he missed but the moment that he came back to you he seemed more zoned out than ever. M'gann excitedly told him about her engagement with Conner, Kaldur with his new position in the league.

Everyone tried to make him feel right back at home, but no matter how hard they tried it would never be the same. Wally lost that time, and he was never going to get it back. He could never make it up to his friends for missing so many important moments in their lives or the grief that he put them through.

No matter how fast he ran, how many hours he stayed up wondering if things would have been different that day, none of that would change the fact that he had been missing for five years. Guilt plagued him, fear of being stuck back in there, he was in a constant state of terror because it was so damn easy for him to be lost the first time.

Nightmares woke him up every night. Sometimes he would lay there staring at the ceiling for hours without you knowing, other times his screams would echo in your room and wake you. Tears streaming down his face, clinging to you like his lifeline. Horrible dreams filled his mind of being pulled back there - or seeing his friends taken instead.

Those moments were the only time that it seemed Wally was willing to open up to you. It was the only time that he treated you like a lover rather than a stranger. Only when he was most vulnerable did it feel like he was truly back home, safe and sound with you. Whatever was holding him back from being open to you, it broke your heart.

Wally was always the one that you could go to when you had your issues and now that you couldn't do the same for him... it was hard to accept. You didn't want to push him into relieving his memories where he was stuck or asking the wrong questions to get him upset. Saying nothing at all didn't seem to be working either.

Dick noticed it, Barry, Artemis, even Garfield was worried. No one knew what was going on inside that head of his and he refused to go to Dinah - or anyone - for help. Everyone was worried.

You told them of the times that you woke up to him vibrating the entire bed, still asleep and a pained look on his face. Or the time that he would be perfectly fine before suddenly speeding around the house like he had no control over his body. Wally had become unstable with his speed - and maybe his health too.

"Love you, baby," Wally mumbled out.

He had gotten back from his hangout with Dick to find you sprawled out on the couch. Whatever they had done must have put him in a good mood. The moment that he saw you, he sped over and practically dived into you. His arms kept him hovering over you so he could lean down and kiss you properly - something that he always seemed to avoid since being back.

He found himself cuddled into your chest, arms snaked around you. For the first time since his return, you saw a genuine smile on his face. It was a sleepy, half-smile, but nonetheless, you were excited to see it. His eyes drooped closed the second you started massaging his scalp. He hummed with content as you eased the tension that had been piling up.

Half asleep, shoulders loose after weeks of being tensed at every moment. His heavy breathing was audible and you could feel the warmth of it against your skin. It had been years since you had seen him relaxed like this and it quickly brought tears to your eyes. Wally had been through so much, he deserved happiness, he deserved to have peace in his life.

"I love you Wally, always," you whispered. Silent tears spilled down your eyes - you wanted him to find his joy again, no matter the cost. "I never gave up on you, my love. I knew you'd find your way back home. Fuck-" your voice cracked, "I was so lost without you. Having you back in my arms like this was the only thing keeping me going.

"You mean everything to me, Wally. I know that you did what you did to save the world but..." you sighed. It was impossible to say that you wished that he hadn't done it - or that someone else should have taken his place. "I'm so relieved that you're safe now. I know you've been going through a hard time, and I've been trying my best not to push you - but if you need anything you know I'm here."

You waited for him to say something - anything. Wally was struggling to open up to you but seeing him in a good mood like this may have been the best opportunity to get him to say what was on his mind. Unfortunately, his silence made you worried.

It wasn't until the sounds of a soft snore did you realize that he had fallen asleep on you. His body had become completely dead weight, arms no longer tense around you. The security he felt being with you had lulled him to deep sleep in a matter of minutes. Although you weren't in a comfortable position, seeing him at peace was well worth it.

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"He's getting better."

It had been months since Wally had been home. The process of getting him back to his mental state before entering the Speed Force for years was going to take a long time - but he was well on his way. Being with friends, family - finally admitting that he needed to see someone to talk through all this - dramatically helped.

The original team decided to put together a little surprise birthday for Wally. He said he didn't want anything - but they had several year's worth of get-togethers to make up for. So, you and Dick plotted together to throw something, just with his closest friends. Nothing overwhelming.

Although he originally complained about the gesture, he quickly found himself appreciating the effort that had been put into that evening. The food, the people, he forgot how much these moments meant to him. Seeing the smiles on everyone's faces again, that was the best gift he could have asked for.

He stood on the other side of the room with Conner and Dick - all three of the men were laughing their heads off about something. Artemis stood by your side, watching the three of them just as you were. She handed over one of the drinks in her hand to you. Everyone in the room had been deep in conversation with someone - besides you. She noticed.

"He is," you agreed with her.

"Why're you by yourself?" She got straight to the point. Artemis didn't bother with the small talk or sugarcoating her question. She waited for your answer, watching as your gaze turned from Wally, to the now interesting cement beneath your feet. "(Y/N)."

"Everyone's helped Wally so much and I can't help but feel like... Like I haven't done enough. Wally was always the person that I could lean on and now that I'm the one that has to be strong for him, it just feels like there's more that I could have done to help him. I never had the same bond that you all had with him being on the team and risking your lives, I don't know what it's like enough to help him through this trauma.

"Wally deserves the world and a lot of the time I feel like I can't give it to him. I'm not a hero, I don't have powers, I'm just... normal. Maybe that's not enough for someone who can save the world before I even finish breakfast," Your fists tightened at your sides as the heavy realization that had been clouding your mind was revealed.

It was clear that you were the odd man out in the room. Everyone there had risked their lives to saved the world and what had you done? Wait anxiously at home for your friends to return? Grieve at the losses that you couldn't have changed? There was nothing that you could do in the hero-life besides sitting on the sidelines.

"You do a lot more than you make yourself believe, (Y/N)," Artemis placed her hand on your shoulder. She glanced over at your boyfriend, wondering how different it would have been if they ended up together instead. Wally would have been unhappy, he loved you from the beginning.

"Wally can't stop talking about the support you give him. He wouldn't be where he is today without you. Men are stubborn - especially speedster men - they won't always admit how much they need someone. He gets this look on his face when he's talking about you like you're the whole reason for his existence. Don't put yourself down for not being stuck in a hero life we are - your love for him is the only power he needs."

"Thank you, Artemis," you forced a smile at her.  Although you didn't believe her words at the moment she was right. Your love for Wally was the most important thing that you could ever give him, and that was going to have to be enough for now. Every ounce of your love went to making him happy.

Before she could say anything else, a familiar breeze washed over you both. Wally was suddenly standing right in front of you - and as if Artemis wasn't even there, brought you in for a deep kiss. His lips molded to yours, hand pressed to the small of your back to keep you close.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Wally barely pulled his lips from you. Conner had heard everything that you were saying to Artemis, and although he felt as if it wasn't his place to tell, Wally needed to know. A need to be with you, to assure you that you had done more than enough to get him to where he was, filled him.

"Across every galaxy, every universe, the Speed Force, no matter where I will always find my way back to you. I'll love you through everything," Wally pecked you once more. "Thank you for never giving up on me, babe."

"I'll never give up on you, Wally West. Not even the Speed Force can keep us apart," you grinned.

"Get a room already," Artemis complained. You had forgotten that she was still standing with you. It wasn't just her - the entire room was staring at the both of you. Smiles on their face at how happy Wally was with you. His little move had caught the attention of everyone and he just adored it.

Wally laughed at her comment. He swooped you up in his arms and sent a wink your way. He was already gearing up to speed you both out of there before saying his last bit to Artemis - and everyone else in the room.

"Don't have to tell me twice."

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