#Barry Allen is a Bottom

[jess-bear]

Barry Allen is a Bottom with any shipp and I will not discuss it with anyone.

Good luck trying to change my mind

[shrinkthisviolet]

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This is for the Barry POV fic:

Oh these two 🥺 writing their catharsis from Barry’s POV is gonna hit so good (plus, some bonus scenes y’all didn’t get to see due to Morgan’s limited POV!)

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[maxinstoresnow-remaking]

this is my 119th post so how else should i commemorate than with this tribute to the flash #119, the one where barry allen joins ralph and sue dibny. on their honeymoon

[qlala]

giving myself an idea for a new fic and trying to stealthily open a blank word document but the tiny edna mode that i installed in my brain for exactly this reason immediately wakes up from a dead sleep and begins smacking me over the head with a rolled-up newspaper

[thallenaddicted]

For Thallen shippers out there.

I created a channel in WhatsApp for Thallen shippers.

Here's the link: Thallen Channel

I kinda want to talk to people about the ship, so feel free to join.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

perfect little toy

a/n: I cannot tell you how quickly this came out of me after I watched the movie... like bro, I felt like barry allen with the way my fingers flew over those keys. I'm just crazy about the fantasy of being his personal stress toy grrrrr

I wrote a part two for this because I just couldn't get the fantasy out of my head.

warnings: Miguel O'Hara x reader, smut, kissing, foreplay, oral, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, impact play, his fangs and claws, biting, lowkey marking, being paralysed from his bite (but kinda mild I guess on the scale of how it could be)

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Feeling yourself succumb to the dizzying sensation of lips attacking the rabid pulse on the curve of your neck, your eyes fluttered to the back of your skull as your weak protest came out more as a needy whine, ”I thought you said last time was the last time,” feeling like the wall might break behind you from how fiercely the burly man clutching you pressed your spine against it. Thighs trembling, locked around his hips, his grip on them suddenly shifted as he, completely ignoring your squeak, unceremoniously hoisted you further up, tossing you far enough up to be caught in his arms, “Miguel!”

With your legs flopping over his broad shoulders, your hands quickly shot down for support, not because you feared he would drop you, but purely out of reflex. Cradling you in his arms, he nipped up your inner thigh, inhaling deeply as he neared your throbbing centre. Feeling his muscles flex beneath you, his fingers dug into your goosebump-ridden skin, his sharp talons just shyly poking out and tearing holes in your dress. 

Growling against your soft flesh, he suddenly nipped you in a way contrary to any of his other love bites. 

Letting out a sharp yelp, you exclaimed, “did you just bite me?” the stinging pain suddenly became less significant of a problem as you felt your body begin to lock up, paralysis spreading from the bite and like waves slowly seeping out into your muscles.

“Relax, princesa,” his deep voice rumbled as your body slackened in his grasp, your lower half seemingly more affected by the toxin than your upper, “it’ll wear off,” he crept a claw under your dress and tore off your drenched panties, “just let me have this,” his head disappeared under the billowing fabric, one of his limps easily taking over all of your weight so that the other could arc down upon your bottom, landing electric smacks upon the curve, “let me have you,” rumbling against your drooling petals, you choked out broken moans as he feverishly lapped up your juices before latching on to your buzzing pearl, “let me use you like the perfect little toy I know you are.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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I Guess So

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summary: butcher is furious when he learns you’re a supe.

pairing: billy butcher x female supe!reader

rating: R for language

word count: 4.3k

warnings: language, butcher being a complete asshole, cancer

timeline: set in an au after season 3 — in a world where becca doesn’t exist and butcher got into supe-hunting when his sister went missing.

author’s note: when i reference the flash/barry allen i’m picturing grant gustin, not ezra miller lol

It was a quiet day in the office. Everyone was going through the several boxes of information on Vought that they had gathered at the last hospital they investigated.

“Jack pot!” Hughie exclaimed.

“What’d you find?” MM asked from across the room, head still down as he stayed focused on the box he was working on.

“There’s tons of names here of babies Vought dosed,” Hughie said. “And pictures of them now, looks like they were keeping tabs on the ones that didn’t go great.”

“Makes sense,” MM replied. “If one went off the rails they’d wanna know.”

“But why risk it?” Annie wondered out loud. “Why would Vought want these Compound V babies out there if they didn’t respond well to the serum?”

“Yeah, knowing Vought it’d make more sense to round ‘em up and put ‘em down,” Frenchie said.

“Wait, what the fuck?” Hughie’s eyes widened a little as his brows furrowed. “Uh, Y/n? Do you have a twin?”

“No, why?” you asked half-heartedly, buried deep in the box you were looking through. You had found some info on Temp-V and were hoping there was something in there that could help Butcher.

You were confused as to why Hughie hadn’t answered you so you looked up from your desk. Hughie was now standing at Annie’s desk as she read over the papers he’d just handed her. Frenchie and Kimiko looked up from their desks but didn’t bother going to see what all the fuss was about.

“Uh, MM,” Annie called him over. When he saw what Annie and Hughie were so freaked out over, his eyes widened.

“Holy fucking shit,” MM mumbled before he glanced at you. Annie tapped his arm a little and pointed at something written near the bottom of the page.

“What’s wrong you guys?” you asked, even though you had an idea about what they could be looking at.

You thanked your lucky stars Butcher had left to get lunch for the team, even though you knew you’d have to confront him about it at some point. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t mean to keep it from him! But you were putty in his fucking hands and when he said he didn’t like Supe’s you weren’t gonna tell him what you had coursing though your veins. And after the ‘I love you’s had been said it seemed too late.

“Anything you wanna tell us, Y/n?” MM asked.

“Please don’t tell Butcher,” you said.

“‘Don’t tell Butcher’? Seriously, Y/n? You’re sure that’s what you wanna say?” Annie asked, silently begging you to just come clean.

“Don’t tell me what?” Butcher stepped into the office and you stood up quickly. “What’re you guys all looking at?”

He put down the food and took a few steps closer to where MM, Hughie, and Annie were. Before MM could move the papers around and help you keep your secret a little longer, Butcher grabbed what he was holding and started reading. By the time he finished, angered tears were forming in his eyes before he looked at you.

“You’re a fucking Supe?” Butcher asked you through gritted teeth. You stayed silent, completely frozen as he stormed over to you, papers still in his hand. “Fucking answer me!”

“Y-Yes,” you said quietly, unable to look him in the eyes as he towered over you. (He wasn’t that much taller than you, but right now you felt about two feet tall and didn’t dare look up at him.)

“What’s this mean?” He pointed to a note at the bottom of the pages. “‘Full power unknown’? ‘Extremely dangerous’?” he read. “What the fuck are your powers, Y/n?”

“Billy, please-”

“Oh, no, no, no! Don’t fucking dare Billy me! Answer the goddamn question!”

“I can sometimes run really fast,” you mumbled

“The fuck you mean, ‘sometimes’?”

“The Compound V in my system randomly acts up and I can run like the Flash. It’s always temporary, never lasts longer than a day or two.” (You could’ve used A-Train as an example instead of Barry Allen, but given your audience you made the right call.)

Butcher looked at you and for a second you thought he might just pull you into a hug as tears slipped down your cheeks as well as his.

“Fuck you,” he spat. “How dare you fucking lie to me, about this of all fucking things!”

“I-I’m sorry-”

“Sorry don’t fuckin’ cut it, love,” he said, teeth clenching again.

“Please, Billy I love you so fucking much!” You tried taking his hand in yours.

“No!” He pulled his hand back. “You fucking lied to me.”

“I had to! You said you hated Supe’s and I didn’t want you hating me!”

“Good job with that,” he scoffed, hurt flashing over your features. “Fuck you.”

He turned away from you before leaving the office, ignoring the others as they asked him where he was going.

**

MM was the first to talk to you about the whole ordeal; he went to your apartment that night to see how you were doing.

“Hey,” you said as you opened the door. He pulled you into a quick but tight hug.

“You could’ve told me, you know,” he whispered before pulling back to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry about Butcher, has he talked to you since?”

“No,” you shook your head, “but he, uh, I think he’s done with me.”

“I’m sure he just needs time,” he tried to assure you as you both walked to the couch before sitting down.

“He came by and got all his stuff, MM,” you said. “It must’ve been right after he stormed out of the office because when I got home all his shit was gone and the key I gave him was on the nightstand.”

“Fuck,” MM mumbled. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“It’s my own fault, I should’ve fuckin’ told him.”

“Yeah, but he’s always saying shit about Supe’s,” he countered. “He has to understand why you wouldn’t tell him.”

“But I’m not even technically a real Supe! When I’m not fast all I get is the bad side effects of Compound V—headaches, nausea, blurred vision—it fucking sucks!”

“I gotta ask, did Butcher really never notice?”

“He did, I just never told him the real reason. He was worried about my headaches and even asked me to see a doctor. I told him I did and they said it was nothing serious. I think that’s why he’s so mad at me; it’s not the Compound V, it’s the fact I’ve lied to him so fucking much.”

“I think he’s gonna get over it,” MM said. “I think he’s gonna realize how fucking miserable he is without you and just how happy you make him.”

You scoffed a little, “Don’t give me false hope.”

“I’m serious! You didn’t know pre-you Butcher! He was a complete asshole! Now? He’s… Well, he’s still an asshole but he’s not as annoying as he used to be.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” He nodded. “I remember when I first caught on that he liked you; he’d try not to raise his voice, he’d make room for you to sit next to him on the couch, so many little things about him changed whenever you walked into the motherfuckin’ room.”

“He wasn’t like that before?” You smiled, feeling those familiar butterflies over the thought of Billy fucking Butcher having a crush on you.

“Never!” MM assured you. “You need to give him time and space right now, but I know he still loves you.”

**

The next morning you went to work, not knowing what else to really do. If Butcher didn’t want to see you, he didn’t have to come in.

When you got there and saw him at his desk (which was now moved a few feet further from your own) you knew you made a mistake.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Butcher asked.

“She’s part of the team,” Hughie said.

“Come off it! She fucking lied to all of us! She’s a fucking Supe!”

“And we get why she lied!” Annie came to your defense.

“A Supe defending another Supe, what else is new?” he grumbled.

“Butcher,” Hughie warned.

“Alright, let’s take a fuckin’ vote, how about?” Butcher suggested.

“Sure,” MM said. “All those in favor of Y/n staying on the team?” He raised his hand as Hughie, Annie, Frenchie, and Kimiko did the same.

“Five against one,” Frenchie commented.

“Supe’s don’t get a fucking vote,” Butcher said.

“Still three against one,” MM replied. “She’s staying on the team.”

“Butcher-” you started but he cut you off.

“Stay the hell away from me,” Butcher told you. “Don’t you fucking talk to me or touch me or even fucking look at me!”

**

It was a couple days later and you were pouring yourself a cup of coffee when Butcher walked up beside you, clearly wanting coffee as well. You decided you weren’t gonna move from where you stood in front of the little coffee station MM had set up a few months ago. If you stood your ground, Butcher would either have to ask you to move or push you out of the way.

He was getting impatient as you stayed and took a sip of your fresh cup of coffee. You let out a content sigh hoping it would further aggravate him and cause him to say something, anything to you—he’d managed to successfully give you the silent treatment since his angry voting speech.

“Get the fuck outta the way,” he said and you took a step to the side before he instantly went to pour himself a cup.

You were about to gloat a little but when you looked at his face you could tell he hadn’t slept the night before.

“How’d you sleep last night?” you asked, genuinely concerned as you furrowed your brows and turned to look at him more intently.

“Fuckin’ great, I didn’t have a Supe sleepin’ next to me,” he countered. “And don’t fuckin’ talk to me, if it was up to me you woudln’t still fuckin’ be here.”

“So you’d really be okay with me just getting the hell outta here? Never seeing me again?” you asked.

“Drop fuckin’ dead for all I care!” He shrugged a little and took a sip of his coffee before he finally turned to look at you.

“Huh.” You nodded, tears quickly flooding your eyes. “You know what,” you shook your head a little, “fuck you, Butcher.”

“What, now you bruise easy?”

“I have put up with so much shit from you. I have stayed with you through it all and I have proved to you time and fucking time again that I genuinely love and care about you. But this one thing you can’t let go? This one, stupid thing that was given to me without my fucking consent?”

“You lied to me, Y/n!”

“You’ve lied to me, too! You looked me in the eyes and said you weren’t gonna take Temp V then you fucking took it! And what did I do? I stayed up with you all fucking night as you hurled green shit into the toilet! Then you promised you wouldn’t take it again, but you did. And I was angry, but I loved you and I realized you were just doing what you thought was right so again I stayed with you as you puked. I even fucking kissed you after you barely rinsed your mouth out because I just wanted you to know I loved you!” You continued looking at him as his angered expression slowly softened. “And after you learned about the cancer?

“After you made me swear to just ignore it and act like you didn’t have a year to live? I stopped worrying about it in front of you. Instead I lost countless nights of sleep because I’ve been pouring through every bit of research Vought has on Temp V. I even managed to get files that only existed in physical copies kept at Vought Tower. I would’ve done anything for you Butcher because I thought you loved me too.

“The fact you can’t see why I felt I had to lie to you about the shit I’ve got pumping through my veins is ridiculous. And just so we’re clear—you can hate me all you want, but you better start acting fucking professional when we’re on the clock because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Did you have that whole speech planned just to try and get me to fold?” he asked, scoffing a little.

“Fuck you,” you said before brushing past him.

**

It had been nearly two weeks since Butcher and the others found out you were (kind of) a Supe. Everyone except Butcher had gotten over it by now and had even been asking you questions about your “powers”.

Hughie had asked you; “Can you tell when you’re able to run fast? Or is it you’ll be jogging and suddenly you’re miles away from where you meant to be?”

To which you had replied; “No, I can tell when I’m able to run fast; but I can’t predict when it’s gonna happen, you know? Like I have no control over it, I just sometimes know that if I were to try, I’d be able to go super fast.”

Kimko had asked you; “On the days you don’t have your powers, do you ever wish you did? Or are you relieved when you wake up and realize you don’t have them for right now?” (She had texted you while you were seated across from her.)

You had said aloud; “It tends to hurt on the days my powers don’t work. I get really bad headaches and sometimes they’re so bad that I actually puke. I’m happier on the days I can run, not because I’m fast, but simply because I don't have all the bad side effects.”

Butcher managed to ignore you since the coffee incident. He only ever spoke to you about work and never saw you outside the office. Not that you’d admit it, but you missed him like crazy. You hated sleeping without him, you hated waking up and only cooking breakfast for yourself, and you absolutely hated not being able to talk to him about all the random shit you two used to talk about.

He missed you too, though he never showed it. He was losing sleep over how he was treating you, but he figured you wouldn’t want him now. You both knew he only had a little over six months left (nine at most) and he wasn’t gonna go crawling back to you just to die. If he did, you would’ve welcomed him with open arms; wanting nothing more than to hold him while he ignored the inevitable.

**

“Everyone knows the plan?” Butcher asked the group, looking into the back of the truck from the passenger seat. “In and out, no fucking around and finding out what happens when we mess with this guy?”

You and the others beside you (Annie, Kimiko, Frenchie, and MM) nodded.

“I’ll keep the engine running,” Hughie said. “Once we see this guy leave you’ve all got twenty minutes until he’s back—but leave time for getting in and out, so safeside ten minutes.”

“Any questions? We all know what we’re looking for?” Butcher asked, earning nothing but nods. You raised your hand a little and he sighed with (what seemed like) annoyance; “What?” he asked.

“Uhm, not a question, more like a comment, my uhm, my powers just…turned on?” you told Butcher, and therefore the others in the car. “So just…”

“That’s actually great,” Hughie said. “Thank you for sharing, Y/n.”

“Whatever,” Butcher mumbled.

Another few minutes went by before the Supe left his house and you all broke in.

As everyone looked for what they came for (a file stolen from the office that detailed all the crimes this particular Supe had done with proof that would land him in prison) you noticed something strange in the corner of the living room.

“Is that a camera?” you exclaimed.

Before anyone could answer several shots rang loud through the house. Using your powers, you looked and quickly realized three bullets were headed directly for the back of Butcher’s head. He was looking under a desk on the other side of the room and if you didn’t hurry, he’d be dead in less than a second.

You ran and got between the bullets and Butcher; crouching down and letting them hit you square in the back.

“What the fuck!” the man holding the gun exclaimed. Before he could take another shot, Kimko tackled him and held him down.

Butcher looked at you, his eyes wide as you both realized what you’d just done. You looked down at your chest, fully expecting to be gushing blood.

“You’re fucking bulletproof?” Butcher asked, a sense of awe in his tone.

“I guess so.” You furrowed your brows a little, still looking down and not really believing you weren’t dying. As you stood up, the bullets fell off your back and onto the floor. “Wow,” you muttered, “I’m fuckin’ bulletproof.”

“You…” Butcher looked at you as he stood up as well. He put a hand on your shoulder, turning you so he could look at your back—three small holes in your jacket and shirt, but your skin unfazed. “You just…You were ready to die for me?” He turned you back and looked down into your eyes, keeping his hand on your shoulder.

“Well, I wasn’t about to let you die,” you mumbled, looking up at him. You then looked at his hand and smiled a little before looking back at him. You were prepared to make a snide remark about how he was suddenly willing to touch you, but you kept your mouth shut when you saw his eyes brimming with tears.

He wrapped one arm around your shoulders while the other went around your torso. It actually took you a moment to realize he was in fact hugging you but when you did, you put your arms around him too; one going around his shoulders, the other around his torso.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, closing his eyes to keep the tears from falling. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“I forgive you,” you mumbled, reveling in the feeling of him holding you. You sensed he was about to pull away so you tightened your grip, not ready to let him go just yet, which caused him to do the same.

“I hate to break up this long-overdue hug,” MM said, “but I found the folder, we should take this guy in.”

“We’ll meet you in the truck,” Butcher replied, not opening his eyes or moving a muscle. “Cuff him.”

When everyone was out of the room, you whispered; “I really do forgive you, Butcher.”

“Thank you,” he replied, matching your tone. “Still can’t fuckin’ believe you risked your life for a guy who’s got about six months to live.”

**

That night you went to Butcher’s apartment and when he opened the door, he seemed surprised; “What’re you doing here?” he asked, letting you walk in.

“A couple months ago, I broke into the labs at Vought Tower and stole a shit ton of files they had on Temp V. I got the name of one of the doctors that helped make it, and I found his address. I was ready to threaten him to get him to find a cure for the Temp V side effects but when I explained my situation he said he’d help me willingly. He said he was actually already working on a cure without Vought knowing, because he felt insanely guilty about the fact Temp V kills people. He succeeded. He found a cure and he’s used it to make a new form of Temp V that gives you powers for a day while healing you and at the end of it, you should be back to your old self.”

“Wait, what?” Butcher furrowed his brows. “Why didn’t you tell me weeks ago you’ve been working with this guy?’

“One, I didn’t want to get your hopes up. Two, you told me to pretend you weren’t sick so we could enjoy the time we had left together. And three, he needed my blood for the new Temp V. Turns out I’m like the Ultimate Temp V Supe, and with my blood he was able to make the new serum. Also, I just came from his house, he perfected the new serum last night and texted me this morning. I was gonna come here tonight whether or not you wanted me near you, and I told the doctor if I didn’t meet up with him by the end of the week he should contact Hughie Campbell at Supe Affairs. I figured if something happened to me, Hughie would make sure you got the cure.”

“So…there really is a cure?”

You reached into your jacket pocket and took out the small bag containing a couple vials of the new Temp V and two empty syringes.

“It’ll either kill you quicker or you’ll be cancer free tomorrow,” you told him, handing over the bag before he looked inside. “You don’t have to risk it, but I wouldn’t be giving it to you if I didn’t one-hundred-percent believe it’s safe. If you don’t trust me, I understand and we can pretend-”

“Of course I trust you,” he cut you off. “And of course I wanna be fuckin’ cured, but this seems almost too good to be true?”

“I know.” You smiled. “The doctor tested it on himself and showed me the proof—he’s taken five doses over the last two weeks and he’s healthier than ever.”

“How long did he have powers?”

“Twenty-four-hours,” you said. “But he had the same side effects as the first Temp V; puking, headaches, all that shit. But, after everything, he was fine—no long term or deadly side effects.”

“If I take this…will you please stay with me while it lasts?” he asked quietly, not wanting to go through it all alone.

“I was planning to, whether you wanted me here or not,” you admitted.

“Thank you.”

You both sat down on the couch and you watched as Butcher took the serum, his eyes lighting up the same way they did before. He tossed the used syringe on the end table next to the couch and leaned back, allowing the serum to do its job and he could almost feel his strength come back.

“How’s it feel?” you asked.

“Fuckin’ hurts,” he said, “but I’m okay. It’s better than wastin’ away.”

“You can say that again,” you mumbled. “Can I scoot closer to you?” you asked, not wanting to be close unless he wanted you to be.

“Please,” he said and moved his arm to the back of the couch as you moved to sit right beside him.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, not really enjoying how quiet things had gotten.

“I’ve missed you, too,” he admitted. “I’m a fuckin’ idiot for how I acted, and you have every right to hate me, but thank you for not leaving when I told you to. Thank you for not walking out of my life for good.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Hm?”

“The only reason I didn’t leave was because I needed to know where you were when I got my hands on the cure. Once I knew you were healthy, I had planned to leave like you asked.”

He moved his arm from the couch and instead rested it on your shoulders; “Are you still planning to leave?”

“Only if you don’t ask me to stay,” you said honestly. “If you want to go back to the way things were a month ago, I’ll happily stay. But if you’re still freaked out about the fact I’m a Supe, I won’t bother you again once I know you’re okay.”

“Please stay,” he said. “I’m sorry about the shit I’ve said and done the past three weeks, but please stay.”

“Stay working at the bureau? Or stay…with you?”

“You can’t quit the bureau, you’re the smartest fuckin’ person there,” he said, making you laugh a little.

“I dunno, Hughie’s pretty smart too,” you teased.

There was another silent pause as Butcher thought of what to say. He couldn’t just ask you to take him back, that didn’t seem fair. He couldn’t just say he’d take you back, because that was even worse. He knew he fucked up big time, and any future the two of you had was entirely up to you at this point.

“Do you want to go back to the way things were?” you asked him quietly.

“I really, really do,” he whispered. “But I was too much of an asshole to deserve another chance with you.”

“After everything we’ve been through together, I’d rather just let all the shit we’ve done be water under the bridge, if that’s okay with you. Just let the lies we’ve both told slide and try to be more honest with each other from now on. Personally, I’ve got nothing else to hide and I know there’s nothing you could say or do that would make me stop loving you.”

“You still love me?”

“Of course,” you said. “Do you…love me?”

“Never stopped,” he mumbled. “And I’d really like all the shit to be water under the bridge too if you’re really willing to forgive me for everything.”

“So it’s settled then; all the stupid, fucked up things we’ve both done up until this point are forgiven and we can go back to normal?”

“I love you so much,” he said, smiling a little as he turned and kissed your temple.

“I love you too,” you replied.

[niiwa-angel]

Justice League Uncanny Valley Headcanons.

The members of the Justice League are all very uniquely trained and most of them aren't human but have to ACT human in their day to day lives. But despite them trying their best, normal humans can still tell something isn't quite right.

Clark Kent has no give to him. Superman is the Man of Steel but as Clark Kent, people find it awkward to hug him, shake his hand, or cuddle because his muscles and skin feel too tough.

Diana Prince is weirdly strong. Her coworkers struggle to move cases of artifacts because they're heavy but she has no trouble. When they ask, she always just says she knows the right way to hold things or push them but never elaborates.

Bruce Wayne is just a normal human, but he's trained himself into a weapon. His reflexes are sharper than anybody else's. Whenever he gets caught on camera catching something before anybody else, or dodging something most people couldn't, he always waves it away as "dad reflexes"

Barry Allen moves very deliberately. Every action looks like it's rehearsed and planned, yet he's twitchy when he thinks nobody is watching.

Hal Jordan spends so much time in space that it's vacuum has removed his scent. It's not something most people would notice but when they spend a lot of time with him, they get the sense that something is missing.

Arthur Curry blends in pretty well in Atlantis but in the surface, some of his Atlantean traits seem odd. His webbed feet and hands are particularly noticable. "A birth defect" he'll say and never elaborate on. Everyone else is a little nervous to ask

John Jones looks photoshopped. His features seem too semetrical, his expressions are too well done. He almost looks like an AI generated image, but he's standing in front of people, they can reach out and touch him. He's real. But his features just seem too perfect.

Clark Kent knows things before they happen. He knows when a storm is coming, he warns people about incoming hail before their weather apps even alert them. He'll look in the sky for a few minutes and eventually, everyone else will see a plane or helicopter coming from that direction. He'll ask people about their colds before they even show symptoms.

Diana Prince seems wise beyond her years. She'll tell stories from when she was younger but will never give anybody an exact age. When asked, she'll just laugh and say "older than I look" and eventually, people are too unnerved to keep pushing.

Bruce Wayne makes no noise when he walks. He's a ditzy playboy, always leaning on things, talking loudly about nothing, and he loves a good cocktail... And yet his steps make no noise. He can sneak up on people, despite his size and clumsiness. It's completely out of character and it confuses people at Galas and parties.

Barry Allen is very prone to static shock. He'll shake someone's hand and zap them, only to apologize and say he's nervous. Touching him feels like holding an overcharged battery and nobody understands it. Sometimes people's arm hair stands up around him and people have to explain it as goosebumps or the chill, because there are no other explanations.

Hal Jordan drops things a lot. Not in a clumsy way, not like "I didn't put the whole bottom of the cup on the edge of the table" kind of way. He'll just straight up let go of things he's holding. He always has some excuse. He was looking into your eyes and got lost. Someone pretty walked by. But sometimes he does it and seems just as confused as everyone else.

Arthur Curry's skin feels bumpy and cold. It's like his circulation is terrible but he never complains about a chill. When he isn't wearing a long sleeve, people notice that his skin has a weird looking texture, but some brush it off as old scars.

John Jones seems to know everything another person is about to say, even before they say it. He's answering questions that haven't been asked, only thought. "Good intuition" he'll say or "I'm a detective" but it makes people nervous.

[zylev-blog]

Background info for this post:

Danielle: Diana

Sam: Demeter

Danny: Zeus

Valerie: Artemis

Dan: Poseidon

Vlad: Hades

Clockwork: Kronos

Jazz: Athena

Pandora: Hippolyta

Ghost form: Divine form

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Diana was reading in the Watchtower when Danny sought her out. He stayed invisible, but he knew she knew he was there.

“Hello, Father.” Diana said formally, turning the page in her book. “What brings you by? Did Mother kick you out again?”

“No,” He denied. “She didn’t.”

“Okay.” Diana responded, “What did you do this time?”

“I didn’t do anything!” He insisted.

“Who’s that talking?” Barry asked from the other side of the room.

“Father, you may as well show yourself so that it appears that I am not speaking to myself. But a word of caution; you may want to reign in your appearance.” Diana set down her book, looking up where Danny had been invisibly floating in front of her.

“There is nothing wrong with my appearance.” He grumbled.

“Really? What happened to the last mortal you let see you?” Diana cocked an eyebrow.

“His brain melting was not my fault.” He denied instantly.

“Mhm.” Diana waved her hand. “You don’t even remember his name, do you?”

“Of course I do!” He bristled.

“Really? What is it then?”

“Steve Trevor.” He said proudly, “But you know that I won’t remember every mortal fling you’ve ever had.”

“Are you calling me old, Father? Isn’t that like calling the kettle black?” Diana smirked.

He blushed, but only Diana could see it. “I see you are getting wise in your old age. Would that be Artemis or Athena’s influence?”

“Both.” Diana responded, “But the same could be said of it being Grandfather’s influence.”

“I am so confused.” Barry complained.

“Father.” Diana prompted.

“Fine,” He grumbled, shifting to his human form. He had long since reached adulthood, and his human form reflected that. He was 6”6 tall, with spiky black hair and light blue eyes. Stubble covered the bottom half of his face, but it was immaculately trimmed. He wore black armor with a cape made of galaxies.

“Wow.” Barry glanced at Diana, then back to Danny. “Do I bow?”

“That’s not necessary.” He said quickly. “My name is Zeus. It’s wonderful to meet you, Barry Allen.”

“He knows my real name?” Barry asked, shaking Danny’s hand.

“Of course. He is King. He knows all.” Diana smirked, looking at him.

“Do not compare me to my father.” He complained, “I am not an omnipresent asshole.”

“What?” Barry asked.

“See all, know all, that kind of bullshit.” He shrugged, “I’m not God with a capital G.”

“Why are you here if it has nothing to do with Mother?” Diana asked.

“Hades.” He said as Diana stiffened, “He has… become active lately.”

“Is he back to his old ways?” Diana frowned.

“Not completely.” He responded, thinking of the days long since past when Vlad had messed with clones. “Nobody is sure what he is up to, since we can’t find him.”

“That’s not possible.” Diana sat up straighter.

“He gave up his divine form.” He said, “Taking on a new mortal form.”

“That’s…” Diana trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“You see the dilemma, then, daughter?” He asked.

“Perhaps he is turning over a new leaf, as the humans say.” Diana said slowly.

“Do you trust Hades?” He narrowed his eyes.

Diana had no comment.

“Your grandfather doesn’t think you should be involved,” He continued, “But your mortal friends…”

“I will summon them at once.” Diana stood.

“Great, I’m so glad you both pretend as if I’m not here.” Barry complained.

“I am sorry my friend,” Diana looked over at the speedster.

“It’s okay.” Barry shrugged.

“I had forgotten what it was like to speak to mortals. My apologies.” He apologized.

“You don’t remember what it was like to be a hero, Father?” Diana teased, “Perhaps I should ask Frostbite for dementia medicine.”

He rolled his eyes. “Perhaps I should ask him if it’s too late to have an abortion.”

Diana gasped. “Mother would take offense to that!”

“She will,” He agreed.

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date: 02.09.2024

Yes, I accidentally added "Parent Hal Jordan" twice.. sorry.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Character tags and ship tags were excluded.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

[englandamericaitaly]

What is this? ANOTHER WORK FOR THE BATFAM BIG BANG!! @batfam-big-bang

I got to draw for an AMAZING fic by @adreamfromnevermore !! I've never drawn Duke or Flash before, so it was a great time!!

Fic: [LINK TO BE UPDATED SOON]

Alt text: Drawing of Duke Thomas as The Signal from Batman and of Barry Allen as The Flash from The Flash. Signal is on the left side of the canvas which is zoomed in to show both characters from the waist up. Both characters are facing each other but angled slightly for a third-quarter view rather than side profiles. Their faces are fully in side profile looking at each other. Signal is standing relaxed and is wearing a yellow and black armored suit and helmet with a white Bat symbol across his chest and a black bat across the front of his helmet and around his eyes. Design referenced from Batman: Wayne Family Adventures. Only part his cheek, nose, and mouth are visible. Signal is frowning slightly and saying "uhhh..." without a speech bubble. The Flash is on the right side of the canvas. He is slightly taller than Signal and wearing a bright red and yellow suit- the classic comic book The Flash design was referenced. Flash is smiling and talking; the bottom half of his face is visible as well as his eyes through his mask. They are bright blue and cheerful. He is standing relaxed except his arms which are blurred with multiple positions and locations superimposed over each other with white streaks to indicate fast movement. Flash's arms are roughly bent at a sixty-degree angle with his elbow. The lineart of his hands and arms is broken and inconsistent. The color of his arms get paler the farther away his arms get from the base sixty-degree angle. He is in the middle of talking and moving his hands with an open stance; his left arm crosses in front of his own body to block out parts of his abdomen. His right hand slightly disappears behind Signal to show he is standing close. Both characters are standing on a sidewalk; behind them, a two-lane road is visible in the bottom half of the canvas. Above the road is a gray sidewalk and then two buildings. The building on the left is a blue-gray, has two steps and a wooden door, and a window beside it. The building on the right is red brick. There is a small alley between the buildings.

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Masterlist

Jjk

- There will be peace when we are done (Bottom!Gojo/ Top!Male!Reader)

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Scream

- Nightly Banters (Ghostface/Gn!Reader)

- You shouldn't have done that (Ghostface/Gn!Reader)

- Partners in crime (Ghostface/Gn!Reader)

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Batman

- Don't Take My Sunshine Away (Bruce Wayne/Male!Reader) 1, 2, 3, 4

- Dirty Heart (Bruce Wayne/Vampire!MaleReader)

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Harry Potter

- Two birds on a wire (Severus/Male!Reader)

- A taste of irony (Sirius Black/Male!Reader) (coming soon)

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Supernatural

- A horned protector (Dean & Demon!Male!Reader)

- No loyalty, none except from him! (Dean/Demon!Male!Reader) (coming soon)

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Stranger Things

- The sins of our fathers (Billy Hargroves/Male!Reader)

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COD

- You are home (Simon Riley/Male!Reader)

- No one is left behind (Simon Riley/Male!Reader)

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Iron Man

- You truly are a merchant of Death (Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader)

- In exchange for two drops of blood (Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader)

- ‘Cause you are mine (Yandere!Tony!Stark/Male!Reader)

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Miraculous Lady Bug

- Hate me, love me, you can't live without me (Bottom!Gabriel/Male!Reader)

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Spider-Man across the multiverse

- 1, 2, 3 scammers get scammed (Miles Morales & Mentor!Male!Reader)

- Like an animal (Miguel O’Hara/Male!Reader) (coming soon)

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Interview with the vampire

- Broken Angel (Lestat/Male!Reader)

- Drama Queen (Lestat/Male!Reader)

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The Flash

- As One (Barry Allen/Male!Reader)

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One Piece

- Drowning his sorrow until he forget (Shanks/Male!Reader)

- Calmer Days (coming soon) (Mihawk/Male!Reader)

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Dead Space

- Haunted second part(coming soon) (Isaac Clarke/Male!Reader)

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Halloween

- Cursed (Micheal Myers/Witchy!Gn!Reader)

- The Darkest Night (Micheal Myers/Male!Reader) (coming soon)

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The boys

- Shameless (Homelander/Male!Reader)

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Pokemon

- Cockblocked (Leon/Male!Reader)

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Gravity Falls

- Of broken bones and broken hearts (past Stanford/Male!Reader & present Stanley/Male!Reader)

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The rings of power/Lord of the rings/The Hobbit

- No longer you (Sauron/Maiar!Gn!Reader & Gil Galad/Maiar!Gn!Reader) 1, 2, 3, …

- From the Shadows (Coming soon) (Bilbo & Male!Maiar!Reader)

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Naruto

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Arcane

- Breaking the cycle (Silco/Male!Reader Jinx & Male!Reader)

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Helluva Boss

- Throwing oil on the fire (Satan/Prince!Male!Reader Stolas & Prince!Male!Reader (Brothers))

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Hazbin hotel

- Surprising Love (Alastor/Deer!Demon!Male!reader)

- Birds of a feather (Lucifer/Archangel!Male!Reader)

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Dune

- Dreams from the Deep (Duke Leto/Male!Reader) (coming soon) 1, 2, 3, …

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Criminal Minds

- Endless Nightmares (Aaron Hotchner/Lover!Unsub!Male!Reader) (Coming soon)

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Marvel

- A bitter taste of truth (Bucky Barnes/Spy!Male!Reader) (coming soon)

- At the edge of reality (Stephen Strange/Cultist!Male!Reader) (coming soon)

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The monstrumologist series

- Like blood upon the snow (Pellinore Warthrop/Male Reader) 1, 2, 3, … (coming soon)

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Godzilla

- Forever with you (Godzilla & Male!Reader) (coming soon)

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Transformers

- Lonely Road (Optimus Prime & Male!Reader) (coming soon)

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Hotel Transilvania

- Let us fall in love again (Dracula/Male!Reader) (coming soon) 1, 2, 3

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[kiwimidnight]

I think something that was interesting was that to see Barry at rock bottom. When I initially did that take, I thought it was good. And then (first assistant director) Gavin Kleintop and (writer/producer) Duffy Boudreau and (unit production manager) Aida Rodgers all kind of came into that set that we were in and they go, “We think we should go again,” and I was like, “Ugh.” I was so annoyed because I thought I did a good job (laughs). I think it was pretty over the top or something. Everybody’s usually like, “Oh let’s just go again” and Duffy, by virtue of being my friend for so long, he’ll be like, “It just feels like acting.”

So I went back and I was really annoyed and so I kind of was walking back and forth and then I started hitting myself. I could hear Wade Allen, our stunt coordinator, on the other side of the wall go, “There he is,” (laughs). And then I punched the wall and there’s actually a pad there – effects took it out. So I hit this pad and the minute I put my hand down on the sink as the guy is going, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, relax,” right then I thought I just broke my hand and that’s in the take we used. I’m like trying to stay in it but I’m going, “I think I just broke my hand.” My hand was just crazy swollen. It was like my ring finger and pinky were fused together, so for the rest of that scene, if you notice I’m on the ground and you cannot see my left hand because I’m hiding it.

- Bill Hader, BARRY (2018-2023)

[m0nster-babi]

Bunny

Regressor! Bruce Wayne/Batman, Flip! Caregiver! Barry Allen/Flash

Fluff, short but sweet

This is not tied to any particular incarnation of Batman/Justice League. Very text heavy rather than dialogue. The stuffed bunny mentioned is based on the Autism Rabbit from Plushie Dreadfuls (I have one)

Warnings: none

Batman is a very imposing man. He was generally quiet and usually answers in short sentences or grunts, yet when he did speak, like during briefings or interrogating criminals, all eyes follow to him. Granted, he didn't even need to speak; you feel the room change when he walks in. What that change is can be based on who you are or how well you know him. For some, it's fear. Others feel safety.

There was just an air to the man that's impossible to ignore.

Right now, though, he didn't feel very 'imposing.'

. . . He was adorable with how he squirmed a little in his chair, and had a blush able to be seen past the edges where his cowl didn't cover the bottom part of his face. Barry wouldn't tell him that at this moment. But his reaction to a stuffed bunny really was just jarringly cute.

"Do you like it?" Flash asked, accidently slipping into a tone a parent would use on a kid. He was so close to adding 'Buddy' onto the end of his question, but had enough will to restrain himself. His tone alone still had Bruce squirming a bit more and curling in on himself, but kept the bunny clung to his chest.

The bunny in question was a yellow bunny with big, round eyes, and on its chest was a rainbow infinity sign. The inside of its large, drooping ears were a teal and had white infinity signs all over the inside. It was an Autism-themed bunny that Barry had seen online and, strangely, thought of Bruce. One of the first things Batman had opened up about, way back in the day, was that he was autistic after getting a bit snappy at the Justice League all day. He got some time alone to cool off, but decided to explain himself before he left, that he was overstimulated. Barry, the ADHD maniac that he was, completley understood, and since even felt a kinship that left him one of the most understanding of Batman in the group. The rabbit was very bright and cutesy against the Emo Bat facade, but it still made Barry think of B, which makes it a good gift to give for a belated birthday.

Turns out he was right, but in a way he didn't initially think. He's currently the only one of the team (maybe aside from J'onn since he could read minds) that knew Bruce was a regressor. Barry regressed too sometimes; he learned of it through a therapist and did enjoy it. He's even dropped along with Bruce and they played together as Alfred watched them both, but he equally enjoys taking care of people. Right now, he could feel the Caregiver Headspace knocking at his skull as he watches Brucie slip at the mere trigger of a stuffie.

"Whatcha' think your gonna name them? Hm?" He questioned a little teasingly. A BabyBat was too precious to pass up, so might as well dive into it.

Bats started hiding his face with the rabbit, but it couldn't hide the undignified whine of protest.

"Aw, sweetheart! It's okay to be small!" He crouched, holding himself up with his hands on his knees. "No one else is here right now. Just me and you!" He giggled as he accentuated the last word with a forceful boop on the bunny's nose that Brucie could probably feel it through.

The Bat finally lifted his head up to look at Flash with another whine.

"There you are! I was starting to wonder where you went! Aw, don't look so pouty, Mr. Grumpy Gump!" He reached for B's neck to tickle him, which was a success due to the lack of armor making up the cowl. He would NEVER attempt this on Big Bats, but Little Bats had the cutest giggle. And the most pinchable cheeks. And an easy-to-steal nose, which had Bruce smiling and making grabby hands trying to get his 'nose' back. He was starting to babble, which gave Barry a good idea of how young he was.

"Why don't we go show Alfie your new friend?" The question had Brucie enthusiastically nodding, as he got up from his chair. He reached for Flash's hand, which was more than happily accepted.