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cypherscript · 2 months

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Perpeptual

Some of Young justice are teleported/isekai'd during one of their battles to an underdeveloped world barely out of the iron age.

The planet confuses them, perpeptual night but the climate is warm and the flora abundant regardless of the missing sunlight. It has a single yellowy green moon that is stuck in orbit at the same point in the sky as the stars move around it.

Some of the locals have accepted them into their small village, their language is close to spanish; esperanto Wally says. Atleast they can somewhat communicate now. The people are unsettingly human with only slight changes to their body; lighter skin, pointed ears and glowing eyes.

They spend a little over two weeks helping the locals with their building some kind of stage for a festival. A large corridor of metal, spires of green crystal that Connor says make him woozy on top of his already low solar energy from the weeks stranded here and thick braided cord wound around the bases of the spires and inlayed into an intricate pattern winding their way to the corridor of metal.

The chief, Degelinta Stellumo, is happy to say the festival can begin early. When asked about the festival they cant translate much other than it's to thank their god for keeping them safe. About how thousands of years ago the day god Rox tried to consume their world, the night god Phan covered their world in protective night to protect it from Rox's anger.

The team is perplexed as the festivities begin, rhythmic chanting fills the air as one of their young men, that Megan recognizes as Stelo, walks forward dressed in furs and a iron crown upong their head. He steps into the corridor, the crystals glow brightening as he does so, almost alive in the perpeptual moonlight and the chanting getting faster and faster. Duh-duh-duh-duh-da-duh-duh-da-duh-da~.

There is a massive flare of light coming from the corridor, the crystals shatter and fly everywhere and the people cheer. Stelo steps, no floats from the now blackened corridor changed; his body glows in a pale white light, hair once black now pure white while his eyes are toxic green from his previously white and a cloak of stars floats behind him in an invisible wind.

He looks around confused, tired, until his eyes settle on the young superheroes going from Connor's house of El crest to Miss Martians skin to Robins stylized R.

Everyone is shocked as the being speaks to them in echoy but clear english, "You lot are a long ways from home, arent you?"

"Uhm, yes... sir," Tim hesitantly asks hesitantly unsure how to address this being? God? Entity?

"Right, well not to belittle your situation but we're holding up the festivities I'm certain the Sheo'lp people have been working on for some time. Let us celebrate a bit then we can talk about your situation."

"What are you," Megan blurts out, confused, "Stelo stepped into that corridor and his mind is gone and now theres just static."

"I suppose i can answer that easily enough. My name was/is Danny and I dont know what I am anymore. Once the festival ends, Stelo will return to himself. I promise."

The now named Danny stops floating and walks over to the tribespeople, stopping to hug and greet everyone by name and accepting food and drink happily. He cries as he eats the food and drink, thanking the people in esperanto repeatedly as he does so, this goes on for several hours before the partying starts to die down and Danny takes the group over to a dying bonfire.

"Right, I suppose you have questions but I would like some verification."

"Verification?"

"Yup, just need to know if you are who I think you are. It's been forever since I've been around earth but you look familiar.

He points at Miss Martian, "M'gann M'orzz?"

Pointing to kid flash, "Bart? No... Wally West."

Points to Robin, "Damian Wayne."

Points to Superboy, "and that would make you Jon Kent."

They partially confused, partial perturbed that this entity knows some of their names. Tim looks him square in the eyes, studying him, thinking about protocols for what to do when a godlike entity just namedrops your baby brother like its no big deal.

"Its just Robin as I am," Tim says, eyes never leaving Danny's.

"Shit right, apologies I forgot about superhero 101, no names. Its been a while since I had to worry about names, time is blurry these days to me. Now! What about those questions?"

"Can you get us home," Tim asks straight forwardedly. "We've been missing from earth for a few weeks now."

"Sure," he says nonchalantly, surprising the team, "Well yes and no. *I* can get you home but I know something who can but you need to Promise me that you'll follow my directions once you go home. Deal?" He holds out his hand to Tim, who looks at it before shaking it.

"So long as it doesnt endanger those i care about then Deal."

Danny nods before taking a deep breath and holding out a hand, a small crack running through the seam of reality as green light fills the area, from the crack a scroll flies through at high speeds as he catches it. "Hello old friend," he says tiredly, seeming to have dimmed greatly from that stunt.

"A scroll," Connor asks incredulously.

"A map," Danny corrects, "of everything. Take hold of each other before taking the Map, once you do take the map and say where you want to go." He looks at connor briefly, "it wont be a pleasant trip for Jon but it is nessesary for you to get home. Hopefully this trip should innoculate your biology against ecton radiation."

"Wait radiation," wally yelps.

"Its harmless to humans, mostly. Its the fastest way to get back to Earth, youre on the other side of the universe kids. Now, once you're back on earth tell the Map to return home and let go. So take the map, i need to go speak to the chief for a bit. Thank you for being here and letting me help." Danny groans as he slowly gets up and walks over to the chief's tent.

"Do you think he's okay," Megan asks the group as Tim looks the rolled up map over.

Connor watches as Danny leaves, "He's low on energy. Like how Kryptonians are without yellow sunlight."

"Unfortunately we cant focus that right now, grab hands its time to go." They each take the others hand as Tim holds up the map, "take us to the Justice Leagues Watchtower on Earth." The map unfurls as a blue energy grows over the group as they begin floating and the scroll begins to drag them across the sky, a similar crack as before opens before them and swallows them up and the next couple of seconds are filled with blurred visions of vast green voids, purple doors and massive beasts lurking in the distance, the eyes following the team as the fly past.

As quickly as it began its over as a final crack tosses them out at a fast speed into the Justice Leagues cafeteria, scattering on impact and flinging food everywhere as the security systems begin to screech as the team sigh in relief.

"We're home..."

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"So you mean to tell us you've been trapped on another planet for all this time," Barry asks as the members of young justice sit at the conference table with the other adult members of the justice league.

"Yes sir."

Batman is pensive as hes thinking, "and this entity called you by your names?"

"Mostly, he thought Kon el and I were our younger counterparts."

"Hnn."

Kid Flash leans over to Megan and whispers, "that's bat for I dont like this." Barry cuffs him over the head.

"So should I return the map to Danny?"

"Did someone say my name," a chipper young voice says as he sticks his head through the table, familiar glowing green eyes and white hair who freezes at the sight of the map, "how do you have that? B What's going on?"

"The young justice team has been stranded on a distant planet for several weeks, they just got back with the help of this artifact. Do you recognise it?"

"Course I do, don't know how you have it because its supposed to be with FB in the zone."

"Wait a second," megan exclaims, suddenly recognizing the static she was getting from him "You're Danny! What happened to Stelo?"

"Who?" That takes the wind out of her sails, "oh... i get whats going on here. Classic time travel, don't tell me anything. If you have the map then FB or I gave it to you for a reason. You should send it back."

"Do as he says Robin," Batman says nodding in understanding.

Tim takes the map in his hand, "go back home, uh... map?" He drops it as it unfurls and zooms off through another green crack. "What's all this about?"

"Dunno," Danny says as he leans back as he floats through the table, "hasn't happened yet."

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Authors note:

Little more detail on what happened between the gods in the Sheo'lp's tale. Their sun was going supernova and Phantom in a last ditch effort to save the planet wrapped his being around the planet as the sun exploded around them. His ice core cooling the suns now explosive heat, his body giving them stars to look at and his core to give them light. Their planet is essentially a terrarium surrounded by a critical nuclear reactor. Due to time dialation from earth to there hes been holding back the sun for over a thousands of years by the point YJ arrive.

The festival is a recreation of the fenton portal that they offer one of their own for Phantom to overshadow to partake in their food and drink as thanks. Once he runs out of energy from the crystals his overshadow breaks and he returns to his duty leaving the host with memories to later become the chief and lead their people with their knowledge.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #young justice #kid flash #tim drake #conner kent #megan morse

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wondersinwaynemanor · 3 months

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i think there's an act for thinking that the batkids lie, making up stories all because Dick told the Teen Titans when they were kids that Bruce Wayne is Batman. so when they tell the truth, the others think they are straight up lying.

Dick: Little Wing is back! He's Red Hood.

Donna: Here we go again.

Gar: Nice one, Dick. But nah.

Wally, pouts and hugs him: Hey, I know you miss your brother. It's okay, Dick.

Dick returns the hug regardless.

Roy: Nah, cus Red Hood is built like a brick. By the way, I have to say it, he's hot as fuck.

Dick: Heyy, that's my brother you're talking about!

Donna: The last time we saw Jason, he was tiny and so adorable.

Raven: And he wasn't violent at all.

Dick, whines: I know but trust me, Red Hood is Jason.

Kory touches Dick's forehead to check if he has a fever after he hit his head during a mission.

---

Jason: I'm living with Roy and I'm going to adopt Lian.

Artemis: Really? The Big, Bad Red Hood?

Bizarro: You and Roy? You adopting little girl?

Kory shakes her head, patting Jason's head.

Jason: Why are you all looking at me like I'm making up bullshit?

Roy: We're getting married, live with it!

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Tim: I'm missing my spleen.

Cassie: That's crap!

Bart: Ha, not funny, Rob. That's not crash.

Kon: Really? How come you're alive then?

Tim, rolls his eyes: Cus it's just my spleen.

Cassie, Bart and Kon look at each other and laugh.

Cassie: Reminds me of that time when you told us you're straight.

Kon: That was funnier though.

---

Cass: I killed.

Steph stops eating.

Babs stops typing on her computer.

Steph: We're waiting for the punch line, babe.

Cass: Not a joke.

Steph and Babs exchange looks, before shrugging and continuing their tasks.

Steph: I could kiss you right now, but I'll do it after I'm eating.

Cass rolls her eyes, but she's smiling.

---

Duke: I'm a meta.

Daxton: Whaaat?

Duke: You heard me.

Izzy: How come you never told me about this?

Riko: Cus he's obviously lying.

Izzy: Besides, doesn't Batman only have human kids or?

Duke: Doesn't mean me being a meta isn't true.

Daxton: Uh, anyways... Let's get some burgers!

Duke is getting ready to show his powers, when Izzy holds his hand and he just shuts up on cue.

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Damian: I'm gonna call my dragon bat.

Jon: DRAGON BAT????

Damian: We need back up. And he's the best one.

Jon: Why didn't you tell me you have a dragon bat???

Damian tts.

Jon: Don't tell me you have a dragon rat too.

Damian: Do they exist is the question.

Jon: You're so funny, Dames.

Damian: I wasn't telling a joke, Jonathan.

#i mean who can believe bruce wayne is THE batman #it's like it's passed on to one sibling to another #incorrect batfam #incorrect dc #batfamily #batkids #batsiblings #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #they have TOO many friends so i am not tagging all #dc comics #yel chronicles

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iwanttoshareamorange · 3 months

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Idk if I’ll ever write this but I love the fics where one of the robins is brought to the future to see the modern fam but often times they don’t get to meet the adult version of themselves so this is what I think that would look like for them.

Let’s put Damian at about 14 here so it’s a fresh from the league, maybe a few months into living with Dick as Batman. He is enraged to find his older self so soft. He wastes his time on pointless things like painting, animals, and video games. (No he is not jealous, he is disgusted by how happy and relaxed he looks in the future, of course)

I imagine Tim’s mini popping up when he’s around his team. Cassie, Bart and Kon can’t stop gushing about how cute the baby Robin is. Red Robin Tim is trying to talk baby Tim out of a panic, because where is Batman? Why isn’t he with him? Who are these teenagers who keep trying to hug him and make comments about his bowl cut? (He can’t believe how self assured his older self is, or how comfortable he is with receiving attention. Or how obviously loved he becomes)

Steph’s Robin sees the spoiler costume and asks if they’re back to working on their own again. Steph smiles sadly and makes the kid a plate of waffles and tells her that she doesn’t need to be one of Bruce’s adoptees to be one of his kids. (She is a part of the family. Tiny Robin Steph is amazed by the confidence she injects into the words. They don’t sound like a mask anymore)

Jason Todd’s Robin finds himself in a dark living room at night. It’s clean and decorated. A little girl walks through holding a cup of water, she can’t be too much younger than he is. Lian sees him and calls for her dad(s- she hasn’t called Jason her dad yet but she considers him her other parent). Once both Jason’s figure out who the other is, both have very different internal monologues. Bitty jay is shocked by how domestic he gets to live, he gets to have a loving family and a home with a big bookcase, warm blankets and a full kitchen. (Older Jason is suddenly terrified because he does not remember being that tiny when he was that age. Lian is a couple years younger and they’re the same size.)

Dick Grayson sees his older self and thinks he went back in time. Why? Because that man looks like his Tati who is dead. It’s a heartbreaking realization for Dick who, despite having pictures of his parents, had no idea he looked so much like John Grayson. (It’s a difficult conversation, to explain to a child who just wants to see their dad one more time that you aren’t him)

#Bruce obviously sobs when he sees his kids as babies again #he can’t help it #their just all so tiny and cute #also I just have this image of my head of Tim holding the baby Tim in a hip carry #he’s so precious I can’t #batman #robin #damian wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #jason todd #dick grayson #red robin #red hood #nightwing #spoiler #batboys

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heartfeltcierra · 1 year

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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet. (Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo)

AN- Here lately I've been making friendship bracelets and thought this would be a fun idea! I hope you enjoy and let me know if you'd like to see a part two with more characters! (Find part 2 with Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bart, Sabo and Law here)

Characters- Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo.

Warnings/Content-Fluffy, Minor mentions of violence/blood, Very Suggestive/NSFW themes in Doffy and Shanks's part.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ More under the cut

Ace

🔥Ace would in utter shock, saying something like “You really made this for me???” 🥺

🔥After you confirm it is, be prepared to be pulled into the biggest most heartfelt hug you’ll ever experience in your life (He couldn't help it, he was just so happy :)

🔥As we all know Ace can be pretty crafty, so I feel he would learn how to make them so he could give you one too!

“Y/N! Y/N!” Ace came running up to you with his signature wide smile painted on his face.

“Hey Ace.” You return the smile as he catches his breath. "What's up?"

“Close your eyes and hold your hand out!” You do as Ace asked and feel something slip over your wrist. “And open!” You look down and see Ace had made you a bracelet. “And the best part.” He held his wrist up next to yours, showing off the bracelets you'd made for each other. “We match now!”

Totally didn’t take him 100 different times to make it because he kept accidentally setting the twine on fire. With that being said, the poor Moby Dick almost caught on fire 100 different times.

(Thank you Marco for making sure that didn’t happen.)

🍍- You're welcome, yoi.

Roger (SFW)

🗡️-The king of the pirates absolutely lost his mind when you gave him the bracelet

🗡️-Thinks of it as a good luck charm (he would do something corny like kissing it before going into a fight)

🗡️-Shows it off to everyone and I mean everyone (especially enemies)

“Look at what my sweet Y/N made for me.” Roger held his wrist out to the confused pirate laying half dead at his feet.

“Who cares, It’s just a stupid bracelet.” Stupid???? The bracelet that you worked so hard on?

“Aww he didn’t mean that.” Roger cooes at the bracelet, causing the now even confused man below to quirk his bloody brow.

“Are you insane? It’s just a-“

“DIVINE DEPARTURE!”

(“Oh wow what a lovely bracelet!”-- Literally everyone who witnessed the scene above.)

♬~Smart ways to live~ ♬ ~So many smart ways to live~♬

Marco (SFW)

🍍 When you gave Marco the bracelet you didn’t get much of a reaction because he was super busy doing paperwork

🍍 He’d pull you down for a quick kiss before saying “I love it.” without even looking at it

🍍 But he didn’t have to look at it to know he loved it, it already met the requirements because you made it.

“Wake up sleepy head, I need you to sign off on this.” Thatch threw a report on Marco’s desk, rudely waking up the blonde up from his much needed nap. “Nice bracelet by the way.” Marco raised a brow hearing the man holding back laughs.

“Yeah it is nice because Y/N made it for me.” Marco held his wrist up with a smirk, attempting to make the other man jealous.

“Oh I know~” Thatch could no longer control his laughter as he pointed at the bracelet. “It’s pretty obvious she did.”

“Huh?“ Marco grabbed his glasses and took a closer look to see what had the chef doubled over in tears. “Are you serious?” His hand slams over his face after seeing what the beads on the bracelet spelled out. “I swear that girl is going to send me to an early grave.” He stood up and shoved the now signed paper into his friend's chest. “You tell no one about this." Marco glared daggers at the laughing man. "Thatch.."

“Oh don't worry, I won’t .” Thatch smiled innocently while slowly making his escape. “Y/N’s babygirl.”

"THATCH!"

(Needless to say the entire Whitebeard crew knew within five minutes.)

Shanks (NSFW)

❤️ He loves anything you give him, and I mean anyyything

❤️ You could give him a single grain of sand and he would go show it off to the whole world

❤️ So when you came up to him holding a bracelet that you had hand made, he was over the moon smitten.

“Shanks hold your hand out?”

“Which one?”

…..

“That was funny and you know it was!” You roll your eyes as the red haired man starts laughing at his own joke.

“Just hold your one and only hand out for me please and thank you.” He's all smiles as you roll on the bracelet before adjusting it to fit snug against his wrist.

“Aww you really made this for me?” His grin grows wider while taking a closer look at it. “Um, sweetheart this is real thoughtful and all, but does it really have to say #1 DILF?” He looks up at you with a raised brow.

“Yes it does.” You hold out your hand to show off the bracelet wrapped around your wrist. “Otherwise we won’t match.”

“DILF destroyer huh?” Shanks smirks. “I’m curious to see just what kind of “destroying” you can do when I have you whimpering under me.”

(You literally cannot win with this man.)

Doffy (NSFW)

🦩He looks down on the bracelet on his wrist with a rather displeased expression

🦩In all honesty he found it quite adorable that you put time and effort into making something for him

🦩But it’s what you called it that has him unamused

“What did you just call this thing?”

“It’s a friendship bracelet…”

“How ridiculous.”

“You don't like it?..” Doffy notices the dejected look on your face and with a flick of his wrist, pulls you into his lap.

“Don’t get me wrong my sweet girl, I do appreciate it. But..” A wicked smirk forms on his face while large hands trail down your curves, slowly making their way under your skirt. “I’d say me and you are…. a little more than ‘friends’~, wouldn’t you agree?”

(The same bracelet decorated hand found its way around your throat as he proved his point to you.)

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cryptocism · 7 months

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Since I think about clones like I’m getting paid for it, I've been rotating those alternate universe "what if Bart and Thad were actually raised together" scenarios in my brain, with Thad either post-redemption-arc or pre-villainy. Because adjusting Thad's character to fit an ally role while still keeping true to his core motives and personality is so so fascinating to me.

Like I think there's an immediate first instinct to slot Thad into a "bad" twin category: ie rebellious and prickly, doesn't get along with people, mean lil shit. And obviously it's not wrong bc we're outside the realm of canon, but the reading still feels a little left of center.

Because Thad is mean and prickly in canon. In the Impulse comics he belittles Bart and Bart’s friends/family constantly in his appearances. He loves to goad, and monologue about his own superiority and intelligence. He’s very Not Nice, and he causes many problems, and he even does it on purpose.

But, I think it’s important to consider the context. From the jump Thad knows very little about anything except which team he’s on and who he’s playing for. He gets his orders from an unseen authority and he carries out his tasks because success means his team wins.

For all his self-aggrandizing talk, everything he does is in service of an end goal that doesn't actually center him. He's trying to get revenge for grievances he's never personally suffered, retribution for actions never committed against him. Everything he does is on someone else's behalf.

Thad sees in black and white, us or them. Up until the final few issues of Mercury Falling, Bart and co. are Thad's enemies, of course he's not going to be nice.

So Thad's motivation seems pretty simple: Thawne Supremacy™.

But it’s in Mercury Falling where this starts to fall apart, and the real core of his motivation gets revealed. Thad pretends to be Bart and suddenly Helen is nice to him. Bart’s friends think he’s funny. Bart’s teachers are impressed with his grades. Max ruffles his hair and gives him hugs and tells him he’s done a good job.

If he was actually an inherently mean and standoffish character, if Thad actually had significant personal stake in the Thawne VS Allen conflict, the weight of such tiny acts of kindness wouldn’t completely break him the way that it does in canon.

Thad thinks his goal is superiority and revenge and Thawne Supremacy™, but he's chasing validation. Thad doesn’t have a personal stake in the Thawne VS Allen conflict. He wouldn't get much satisfaction if he actually destroyed Bart and his family. Thad's personal victory would be the recognition after the fact: the praise and attention from the other Thawnes (a group of people he has literally never met) for his success.

He wants validation. That's basically it. And the fact that he gets it so easily from Bart's family and friends doesn't align with how he's told himself things are supposed to work.

Actually tangentially, Bart and Thad’s respective relationships to authority is so diametrically opposed and tbh kind of subversive in a superhero narrative. Where the hero is the one carving his own path without regard to social or societal rules, no fucks to give what anybody thinks of it. And the villain is a chronic people-pleaser.

Just based on Thad’s reaction to simple praise and affection from Max I really think Thad’s motivation has more to do with the response he gets than whatever the details are of any given task. He has no actual personal convictions beyond getting positive attention, and whatever he did have crumbled as soon as Bart’s friends laughed at his joke one time. Which of course leads into the core of his whole conflict at the end of Mercury Falling. He cares too much about Bart’s friends and family now, he doesn’t want to kill them, but worse than that, he’s faced with the sudden realization that he’s on the wrong side.

The Allens gave Thad everything he actually wanted and needed, but his conception of himself is inexorably tied to the Thawnes: who gave him jack shit. These two facts are in opposition to each other, and he can’t reconcile the reality of it.

Anyway all this to say, in an AU where Bart and Thad are raised together or Thad gets an actual redemption arc etc etc, I think my personal take on Thad’s personality whether it be pre-or-post-villainy would be one that is extremely socially conscious. He is much more of a people-person than Bart. Whether he's actually accurate in assessing people's feelings and how to respond to them can be hit or miss, but he wants to behave in a way that gets people to like him.

Pretending to be Bart isn’t remarked upon as, like, a difficult task for Thad. In his internal monologue he’s literally bragging to himself about how easy it is. But what’s especially notable to me is where his act differs from Bart's typical MO. Everyone notices, and lots of people comment, and presumably if Thad didn’t have the excuse of Max’s illness to “motivate” Bart to do better he would’ve been found out immediately. And those things are, specifically: paying attention in class, doing his chores, staying on task, and being helpful around the house. The one thing about Bart he chooses not to emulate is Bart’s rebelliousness.

Thad wants to prove himself, constantly, to whatever authority he respects (probably Max in this scenario) and will do whatever it takes to make that happen. In contrast to Bart, who only listens to authority when the shit they're saying actually makes sense to him. It’s excessively difficult to convince him to go against his own interests. (And I think a key part of that is Bart’s security in knowing that no matter how much he fucks up or doesn’t listen, the people he loves will always love him back.)

Thad’s got the people-pleaser in him that has to deserve whatever he’s given. It’s why he’s happiest when he’s given a clear goal or objective to complete, because it gives him an opening to prove himself.

All this to say that if we are quantifying Bart and Thad as a "good" or "bad" twin, in the eyes of every authority: Bart is the bad twin. Bart is the bad twin, Bart is the bad twin. Bart is the one who doesn’t care about school and whose grades vary wildly depending on his personal interest. He’s the one who goes off to do dangerous shit for fun and gets in trouble constantly and doesn’t do his chores and is thoroughly unconvinced by any authority figure trying to sell him bullshit.

Thad is the one who needs to know all the rules just so he can experience the joy of following them. Relentlessly obedient. He'll put all his effort into doing all the right things that’ll endear him to whoever he wants to impress - meaning he’s the asshole who reminds the teacher about the assigned homework. Bart might be the most popular boy in school, but Thad is a pleasure to have in class.

Like Thad can (and should) still be high-strung and short-tempered and sarcastic and edgy and mean, because he is. But he can’t be doing all that without rhyme or reason. Colouring every interaction has to be that one-zero binary of ally or enemy. He needs to have somebody he’s proving himself to: a team he’s on and a team he’s against. He’s not an inherently rebellious character. He can go up against The Enemy, whoever he deems as such, but it has to be in service of a hypothetical future in which somebody eventually tells him he did a great job.

And in the interest of continuing to beat a dead horse, it connects to their respective upbringings. Thad and Bart were both raised in VR, but Bart’s experience had the side effect of basically hard-wiring him against insecurity. His world was a playground tailor-made for him, and he was never made to feel bad or insufficient about any aspect of himself. His first interaction with a real human person was Iris moving heaven and earth to save him, without him knowing her, without her knowing him, with no reasoning for the act needed beyond Being Her Grandson. Which is probably a significant factor in why Bart moves through the world with frankly atomic levels of autistic swag.

Thad’s VR upbringing installed self-consciousness in his psyche before any other personality trait. As in: he is immediately made conscious of himself and his relationship with everyone he will ever encounter. He’s told two things: he’s a clone of someone else (inherently derivative, lesser) and that he was made to be superior (a status to achieve). Which is such an instant clarifier for Thad’s everything. Where superiority is a condition that everyone either has, or does not. It’s the one-zero binary again: are they better than me or am I better than them. Being above others is mandatory, and if his superiority is ever challenged by hard evidence or god forbid nuance Thad’s brain physically cannot take it. He needs to be better, to be worse is unthinkable, and there is no other way to be.

And this status of better or worse is, crucially, not up to Thad to decide. He needs The Authority to validate him. Bart never tries to prove himself because he has nothing to prove. Thad’s entire identity hinges on the self-worth he gets from doing a Good Job.

It is such an inherent part of his motives in the Impulse comics canon, which is why it always feels a little off when he’s interpreted as a jackass indiscriminately.

Like I don't think he needs everyone to like him. But I do think he has either one person or a set of very particular people that he needs to like him. Everyone else is either in that circle or outside of it.

(Which is why Bart is such a great foil for Thad tbh. There is no set of words or behaviors that’ll change Bart’s opinion of Thad, because Bart is unaffected by obedience or charm. So ironically Bart is probably one of few people that Thad doesn’t bother to put on even a little bit of an act for.)

While Bart goes with his instincts, his personal beliefs and convictions at all times, Thad is hyper-conscious of big-picture goals. They balance each other out that way. Thad's keeping track of whatever expectations he has placed on him, and how his actions reflect on him and the team beyond short-sighted solutions. He's a team player. AND he's an asshole.

#soapbox #dc #thad thawne #thaddeus thawne #inertia #bart allen #impulse #like he cannot be mean indiscriminately... u must interrogate WHY hes mean and to whom #if hes being raised with Max and Helen he would not intentionally do anything to make their lives more difficult #if hes being raised by Meloni same situation #he needs to be trying to get validation from SOMEWHERE u know #and of course he'll mess up and hurt the people he loves or wants to impress he is a human being #but while that can sometimes be the result #that is never the Goal u kno #not his Core Motivation #i feel like the more i talk about this the less sense im making

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suzukiblu · 2 months

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Winner of the "🧮❓" poll, "be the person you needed when you were younger", aka "YJ accidental baby acquisition". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Our kid,” Kon corrects, and hugs Kenley tighter. Kenley loops their arms around his neck mechanically, clearly still not familiar with the process. Bruce is going to see that mechanical body language and see someone who’s acting, Tim already knows. Not someone who’s just learning something they weren’t taught in development.

And they can’t, actually, prove that assumption wrong. Not without getting a telepath or a truth spell involved, and even then, well–Kenley was being programmed as much as they were being educated, so who knows what might be in their head to deal with or work around things like that?

Bruce might be right, if he thinks Kenley’s acting.

They don’t like him or Cassie or Bart. They don’t like Superman. They don’t like Dick or Vic or Kori. They don’t like anyone but the only other clone available, in fact, who just so happens to have one of the strongest possible superpower sets on the planet–one that has been visibly evolving into something stronger and stronger in the public eye for years–and also a very well-known affinity and sympathy for other clones, including literal supervillain ones, and also is dedicated to that sympathy up to the point where he has very publicly started shit with the government and other superheroes and the fucking Suicide Squad over it.

And if it only took fifteen seconds to make Kenley–if the security system didn’t trigger until specifically Kon was there and close enough to do something about it, even though the team had been clocked as breaking into the lab long before that–

Well. That’s definitely something that Bruce has thought of by now.

But it would make sense, though, for a newly-produced clone to trust the only other clone available more than anyone else. Especially for a child. Especially for a technical-newborn who’d met that other clone before anyone else in the world. Especially after that other clone had saved them and carried them out of a burning lab wrapped up in his arms and his jacket and immediately declared them “ours” and refused to turn them over to government custody or even let the government know they existed. It’d make sense, for Kenley to trust the person who’d done all that for them without a single moment’s hesitation and to ask that person for a name and to listen to that person above anyone else.

But they also knew to ask for mango.

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underthe-redhood · 8 months

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our last chance

- a/n: it's mentioned that the reader is the daughter of bruce and selina, but it's never mentioned that she's biologically related, so you could definitely interpret it as her being adopted by them!

8. blueberry icing

- synopsis\\ you watch as dick runs off after batman betrays him for the last time, causing the family to fall apart. after an explosion, and a time machine, with a speedster to help you, you have one last chance to stop history from repeating itself.

• word count: 1,253

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INCOMING CALL: dick :3

you quickly looked up at bart, very nervous about why dick could be calling. "pick up before it goes to voicemail!" bart panicked.

"relax, there's no way we got caught," you tried to reassure him but your tone was dripping with anxiety.

"hey y/n, turns out barbara's not here. she texted saying she got an alert, is everything okay?" he asked.

this wasn't totally unexpected but nonetheless your heartbeat was speeding up. "oh uh, i can probably go down to the batcave and check?" you offered, hoping he wouldn't take you up on it.

"no that's okay, we're probably just gonna pick up some donuts and head back. they have blueberry icing, you really like that one don't you?" he suggested.

"yeah i do, you're the best," you said. saying that out loud made some of the guilt go away, because it reminded you why you were doing all of this.

"anything for you," he chuckled before hanging up. you were a little worried that your plan was going to lead to them having fights; but then that was sort of the point, wasn't it?

"what now?" bart asked you. you thought about it for a second, you couldn't just cause one small inconvenience and then move on to the next step of the plan. obviously you would need to cause several more for this part of the scheme to actually work.

"i think we should keep this up for at least like another week or so,” you told him. he nodded his head at you a little bit.

“won’t it seem suspicious if the problems just suddenly stop though?” he asked with slight concern.

“not necessarily,” you said. “if we can make the problems seem subtle enough then it should just seem like they went through a little rough patch.”

“okay yeah, that makes sense,” he said. “but what exactly are we gonna cause next?” he asked, still not totally clear on the plan. but, to be fair, neither were you as you still hadn’t even perfected the plan yet.

“i’m not really sure yet,” you looked down as you thought about it. “oh!” an idea came to you. “she works at the university’s library, so we could pose some fake events there and convince her to work extra shifts to help out with it. the more time she spends at the library, the less time she’ll have with dick,” you proposed the idea and he looked at you in thought.

“i mean yeah, i don’t see why that wouldn’t work,” he said. “we could also try convincing dick to spend some time going over some extra training with the titans. i know starfire really loves it when he comes back to visit and he seems to enjoy getting to help us out every once in a while.”

“that’s perfect,” you smiled. “then it won’t just be babs ditching dick, so it won’t be a ton of negativity just immediately dumped onto them.” you hugged him out of joy, you were so thrilled because it really seemed like things could actually work out and that you could actually get your brother back.

bart loved that you were hugging him, and he couldn’t deny that being around you felt just a little bit more special every time. it was clear to him that he was falling for you, but it didn’t bother him or freak him out. you had always been so perfect to him, even when he only saw you as a friend. it only made sense to him that he would start to catch romantic feelings for you as well.

however, he could tell that you hadn’t caught onto his actual feelings yet. you just assumed that he was a flirt the same way his cousin was before he finally got a girlfriend. and while bart was a bit like wally in some ways, it was different with you and it always would be. the real question to him, however, was how you felt about him. he knew the feelings of closeness and trust were mutual but he wasn’t sure you reciprocated the same feelings.

and, in a way, he was right. the same way you hadn’t noticed the way that he liked you, you hadn’t picked up on the subtle reasons that had led to you acting the way that you did. you weren’t sure why you let it slip that you thought he was cute. you weren’t sure why you felt bubbly when you tried to think about why you called him cute. you considered the possibility that you liked him, but you weren’t sure if you were overreading your emotions or not. that, and you already had so much to worry about with dick that you didn’t think you even had the time to really think much into it.

and so, you let it go. as special as bart was to you, you knew that you would have to work that out later. at that moment you had to worry about dick. it was a little heartwarming, however, to think about how you would never have to worry about bart. he would always be there for you, and for that you were so thankful.

“i’m sorry about your time machine,” you brought it up as your tone became faintly sorrowful. “i know going back home means a lot to you.”

“it’s okay,” he said. “the longer i stay here the more reason i have not to leave.” you didn’t know that he was referencing you, and he was maybe a little glad about that. you meant so much to him, that he would rather tease you about relationships as a friend then try one out when it wasn’t meant to be and risk everything in the process. as long as he got to be around you, it didn’t really matter to him what role he was playing.

his statement filled you with an odd feeling of joy, and still you weren’t sure why. “still, i’m always here for you too.”

then it was his turn to smile, “thank you y/n, that really does mean a lot.” but then his smile became more of a smirk, “so back to when you said ‘if we ever date’..” he trailed off.

you felt flustered, “oh my god you know what i meant!” but there was still that little voice in your head that wanted you to put more thought into it then, rather than later. because, did you know what you meant?”

“i’m just saying, fake dating is such a common trope that your brothers would never suspect it as part of a plan to rewrite the timeline,” he was doing a damn good job at selling you.

“i feel like we might just end up there with the grave i’ve been digging for myself,” you warned him. “why do you want this so bad? is this your way of secretly getting me to fall madly in love with you,” you joked.

“maybe it is, maybe it isn't,” he said with a goofy grin. he was so charming, you really were glad that the two of you became friends– even if it was under tragic circumstances. “i should probably get going before they all come back, though.”

you nodded, “i’ll call you tonight?” he had taken a few steps back but was still looking at you.

“i’m looking forward to it birdie,” he winked, and then he sped off leaving you feeling flustered once again.

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lil-quinnie · 10 months

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Rock Stars never die!

It can be read as a continuation of this or alone

Warnings: +18 smutsmutsmut, p in v, oral (f receiving), dom!eddie, kind of mean!eddie, cheating, angst angst but fluffy.

Summary: Eddie is back in the city, after months of no contact, he decides to show up at the apartment he helped you choose. After months, what could have changed, right?

Wc: 3896

Eddie was back at home! Well, at least in your house.

He could hear your muffled chuckle from the other side of the door, causing a smile to break out across his perfect lips. He hasn't thought about why you never reply to his last text. Life happens and sometimes we don't have a lot of free time, but damn!! That was the longest Eddie had gone without talking to you, and he was hungry! Hungry for your laugh, your lame jokes… hungry for you!

A strange nervousness started to build in his belly, as if his intuition was trying to warn him of something. Eddie tapped lightly with the secret rhythm of the two of you, but after a few minutes of no one coming to open the door, he tapped three times loudly.

The laughter suddenly ceased and strong feet against the floor trembled all the way from the kitchen to the front door. Eddie was smiling in anticipation, as always so determined to memorize every new detail of your face.

His smile disappeared when a strange face appeared instead of yours. He furrowed his brows and cleared his throat, "Yeah, I'm… is that the house…? " The words died in the back of the singer's throat, without letting him finish the sentence, you opened the door all the way, “no way! oh my fucking god! Eddie, what are you doing here?” you didn't let him answer either, jumping towards your best friend, you hugged him by the neck, making the hairs on his arms stand on end as he felt your breath against his neck "I missed you" he said, simply.The man standing at your door, clear his throat, trying to make himself present in the room, with Sir Bart, your cat, on his lap.

The veterinarian introduced himself as your boyfriend, to Eddie's sad surprise.

Boyfriend?! You've had a few affairs here and there but never anyone you've titled boyfriend, Eddie's heart sank a little at that moment. His head was spinning in a spiral of self-pity, inside he felt destroyed but outside he just smiled and offered his hand to your “boyfriend”, “I'm the best friend” he said with a smirk.

A few more seconds of awkward silence “well, nice to meet you Eddie, but… duty calls” Handing the cat to Eddie, automatically holding Bart like he was a baby “like sticking thermometers in dogs’s trunks was a big duty” Eddie rumble, letting the air escape through his nose in a muffled laugh.

The vet and you walked to the door, Eddie preferred to go to your room and spare him the sight of the newly formed couple tender goodbyes. Lying on your bed, petting one of the cat's paws while you weren't back, he buried his nose in your pillow, smelling the peach scent of your shampoo, Eddie knew he only had a chance, it was the situation he always avoid, the fight or flight thing and Eddie hates to fight but for you… he would always choose to fight.

Few minutes later, you emerge from the almost dark corridor swinging your hips by the door. "Hey Ed, I need to take a shower before we can catch up, ok?” you said, hanging the weight of your body at your bedroom door, your eyes never leave his. “A shower huh!?” he raised his brow in a devilish way, making the goosebumps irradiate through your skin.

Eddie felt a pervert, of course he notices your flushed rosy cheeks, the wet hair at the nape of your neck, a few strands of hair glued in your beautiful face, the red marks that adorned the skin of your neck…“Oh! Shut up Eddie, it’s none of your business” you snapped back to him.

He doesn’t respond to your rudeness for a few, to lose thinking about your sorrow and puffy pussy still leaking with the release of his brand-new enemy. “I like when you’re mean, do you know that?” he said, popping up off of your bed, walking calmly ‘till his heavy boots almost touch your bare feet. He left his hand resting on the wall behind your head, trapping your body between him and the wall.

His eyes were burning through your skin, the dark chocolate of his eyes making it harder to get free of his embrace “Oh! get off Eddie,you’re such an asshole sometimes” you tried to get free from his embrace but it was in vain

“Sweetheart, it was just a simple question” his tone was mischievous.

His other hand was ghosting the side of your body, waiting for the right moment to finally touch your soft skin. His menthol breath hits your nostrils, making you feel dizzy. While his wet lips are moving with every word he provocatively pronounces near the side of your face.

You fall out of words, they are all gone, your brain shot down! It was the first time Eddie flirted with you so openly, so much desire burned into those big eyes, sucking all the air of your lungs “I said..I said it's none of your business” your voice was small and almost inaudible.

“You see…” he started “there’s where you are wrong! it is sweetheart.” he simply said.

His free hand touching your waist, exploring that part of your body like he hadn’t done it a million times, holding you at the place he wants. His lips lightly brushing the skin of your neck “I mean… It is my business” he kissed all the length of your neck, biting and licking between his words, testing how far he could push your buttons.

You squirmed under his lips, letting out a whimper that made Eddie’s dick twitch under his heavy jeans. His lips ghost all the way up to your ear, he nape your earlobe between his teeth at the same time his calluses hands bravely grab at your tit, feeling your hardening nipple between his fingers “Tell me to stop” he demand “tell me that is wrong'', still groping your body while you shyly start to hump his thigh, seeking for any kind of relief “Look how pathetic” he mock, “What happen sweetheart, doc dolittle didn’t made you cum?”.

He sunk your body on his thigh, forcing your sensitive cunt against the rough of his jeans, making you gasp, you don’t know if it was because of the humiliation or the fact that you really didn’t finish because of Eddie’s knocks at your front door. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart”, his fingers brush through your wet center “just…please Eddie” you plead.

Your trembling voice gives Eddie signals of your neddy, he could only laugh. “I’ll baby, I promise I will touch you, but first you have to say what I’ve asked you” he patronize,"You need to tell me he didn't make you cum" he took your hand to his hard dick "you need to tell me how needy you are” he whispered the end of the sentence in your ear “and how much you need my dick" giving you his satisfy giggle.

“Eddie please…don’t tease me, need you, I've needed you for so long” you said squeezing his hard bulge into your palm, you could see he wouldn’t change his mind even if you begged for it “he didn’t make me cum” your voice was a mere whisper. He let escape a muffled laugh by his nose, his fingers trespassing the barrier of your panties meeting with a very dripping wet pussy, he lightly explored your center with his digit, collecting all the arousal that was dripping through your tight. He brought his finger next to your face, knowing the release of another man was mixed with the arousal he caused you.

“Open” he demand referring to your plush lips, your mouth was faster than your brain and you had your mouth open, his finger invade your mouth being heavy at your tongue “suck it” he said, the taste was bittersweet, you could feel Eddie’s dick twitching every hard suck you gave to his finger, making you moan.

“Atta girl” he said, his lips touching yours for the first time, soft and strong like you imagined your first time with him would be. His tongue didn't ask for passage as it invaded your mouth, exploring all the flavors he'd craved for as long as he could remember. The bittersweet taste didn't disappear immediately, it disappeared as Eddie devoured your mouth with lust and passion. Your muffled moans caused Eddie's hands to wrap your leg around his waist, lifting you as if you weighed nothing.

Your body pressed between the wall and your best friend's body, his erection pressing you where you needed it most while his hungry lips attacked your neck, chest and before he could grab your nipple you held tight to the man's hair, making His gaze focus on yours for a few moments. The moan he let out was pornographic, making you rub your core against his erection in search of relief “bed, please” you asked.

In a single movement, Eddie had you on your back on the bed, legs still wrapped around his slutty waist, the kisses ended while the giggles began "Are you sure you want this?" he asked in a serious tone, you nodded with your lips trapped between your teeth "words darling, you need to tell me what you want"

“I want this” you said, bringing your hand to the face of the man who was looking at you in such amazement “I want you”. The kiss was no longer so hurried, Eddie knew that you would no longer slip through his fingers, at least not now.

He took his time kissing and re-kissing every part of your skin that he had already kissed,lowered the strap of your tank top over your shoulder and all the way until it left your body. His lips were always in contact with your skin. His hands traced patterns on the sensitive skin of your belly as his lips kissed the mounds of your breasts, a firm hand cupped and massaged as he licked and sucked your nipple.

"fuck, you're so fucking hot" he said in a muffled voice, still positioned between your legs, you could feel Eddie rubbing his dick against your wet pussy, forming a wet spot on his jeans "I need to feel you, fuck, I… I can not wait anymore"

His mouth traveled to your panties, he ran his nose over your center, pulling all your scent into his nostrils "fuck", he continued to use his tongue and tease you, your grip on his hair only increased, and you he grew impatient, tears of lust formed in the corners of his eyes "Eddie, more please, please."

He slowly took off your panties, tracing the length of your leg with his fingertips, thick fingers moving your legs apart from each other, exposing what Eddie was so eager to touch "You're dripping wet, poor thing" he said as he kissed your thigh and trailed the kisses down to your groin. "Is this all for me?" he let his cocky tone win at times, making you feel small, “you didn’t need it, my dear.”

His tongue passed straight against your pussy, gathering all your juices in his mouth, you both moaned together, his tongue invaded your entire pussy, finding your neglected hole. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, teasing the entrance that was already pulsing with lust. His tongue applied enough pressure to enter you, fucking your pussy at a slow pace while his hands adorned your breasts.

The feeling was almost too much, you had never felt this kind of pleasure with a man before, damn! with anyone really. The thoughts emptied your head and you could only feel Eddie's lips around your clit while his two fingers fucked you, creating space to accommodate his big cock.

Eddie felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, your breathing started to become rhythmic, he could feel you were close and he continued to suck harder, determined to have all of your release in his mouth, triumphant at having made you cum, for the first time of the night. your orgasm soon washed over your body, a feeling of euphoria only made you want to return the experience to your best friend.

Your greedy hands went to his belt buckle, which then held her hands between his calloused ones. You wanted to punch that smug smile off his face "I'd fire my bullet too quickly if you did it...you know?" He looked at the size of the tent pressed into his pants, you could only laugh at his silly comment.

His eyes roamed over your naked body, admiring every detail while his cunning hands undid his belt and caressed his cock "Are you sure?" he asked once again "yes, yes I do" you said in a whisper as he pulled down his underwear keeping eye contact with you, his cock jumped free of his black boxers, it was thick and beautiful and just his sign made your mouth water.

He masturbated his dick while the eyes that looked at you with so much affection turned black with desire, the smile on the corner of his mouth before he let a ball of spit fall on the head of his dick, helping to lubricate his movements "that's good" He said, positioning his dick at your entrance.

He didn't put everything into you at once, he started pumping the head of his cock at your entrance, creating space for all the length that was yet to come, he could feel you squirming beneath him "shh sweetheart, it's about to finish" he told you he said every inch deeper he went, "that's it, you can do it" "taking me so well" “you’re gonna feel so good, i promise” he praised until he was deep balls in you. "fucking tight pussy", he placed his forehead against yours, waiting for his signal so he could move.

You had never felt so full in your life, his cock filled all the space your pussy had "fuck, Eddie please, fuck me please" the feeling was overwhelming, your pleas were music to Eddie's ears, the best album Ozzy couldn't compete with the sounds you let escape your sweet lips.

Eddie's hips came against yours, that delicious back and forth movement made you bow in his hands, which, to keep you in place, held you deliciously by your neck, pinning you against the bed while his cock abused your pussy, hitting the right spot.

"Damn kitten, best pussy I've ever had" Eddie just babbled gibberish sentences while lost in the pleasure of feeling your g-spot against the pink head of his dick, his mouth sucking bruises through your salty skin, eliciting moans and sighs from your mouth as your bodies moved in complex synergy.

His thumb came against your swollen clitoris, massaging it lightly while his dick had no mercy on your hole, "fuck eddie, I'm going to cum again" you said between moans and the noise of your skin slapping against his "I'm going to cum, fuck" you sang and he didn't slow down.

But a few minutes inside you "FUCK! I'm going to cum too" he began to fuck you clumsily, still playing with your clit "cum with me, cum with me" the hand that already looked more like a necklace circling your neck and squeezed your breast as Eddie fucked your pussy harder "where do you want me to cum, babe?".

"Inside" you replied in a whisper, "I want you to cum inside my pussy" your orgasm was washing your body, leg shaking and eye rolling, Eddie fucked you throughout your orgasm, praising you "is that what you want? Do you want me to fill your pussy? you dirty slut!" his hands were firmly on your waist now, his fingers were sinking into your flesh "Fuck, I'm going to..." and a loud moan interrupted Eddie's sentence, who collapsed next to him on the bed , still high on your adrenaline.

Not knowing how to react, you did the only logical thing in your head, go take a shower.

"So, I'm going to go take a shower" you jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, closing the door almost all the way and soon Eddie could hear the sound of water falling against the tile. Eddie could see the steam from the shower seeping through the cracks of the door, dancing beautifully between the last rays of sunlight that entered through the large window. Eddie's eyes roamed over the pictures methodically hung on the wall, over some potted plants Focusing on every new ornament and adornment around her room.

His favorite was the first corroded coffin poster autographed by him in a fancy frame! Some pictures of you with students, with friends and with him.

His eyes were soon engulfed by the giant yellow letters on the cover of a gossip magazine"New Girlfriend?" over a photo of the model kissing Eddie “fuck…fuckfuckfuck”, he started to freak out. "Fucking hell" he thought, turning the magazine cover side down. Eddie felt the pillow beside him sink, felt the smell of clean clothes exuding from your pajamas, the heat that radiated from your skin warming the metalhead's bare arms, "it's everything ok?" you said, getting comfortable by his side,"She's not my girlfriend",he promptly said.

"I KNOW she's not your girlfriend, if she was, what she is not… you would’ve told me".

The man could feel the sadness behind your gaze. "It was just a picture, like that actress who made the horror movie we liked” you continue,”what was her name again?" you got up from the bed, trying to escape that conversation. Already going to the kitchen.

You started to put some snacks in the jars "she wasn't my girlfriend either" he said, while following you closely. "Oh! and that model you said you were going to date.."

"Wasn't my girlfriend and didn't say that! Sweetheart, come on!?, what are you trying to do here?" he said gesticulating between you two, you rolled your eyes and went to the fridge, pretended to look for something inside "I mean, this won't be the last picture I'll ever see of you with a woman, it 's you Eddie". Eddie felt all the blood drain from his own heart hearing your harsh words.

You changed the subject abruptly, the remorse of the words that came out of your mouth, in the way they came out… You tried to speak as softly as possible to not trigger Eddie even more "we're out of beer, I think Ethan had the last one" you gave an apologetic smile "can you go buy some more while I put some film for us, eds?".

Eddie felt his cheeks warm at the thought of Doctor Dolittle sitting on your couch, snuggly with you in his arms, even more, he felt mad about you still thinking about him after all that happened with you two.

"Fuck" he sighed, "Yeah! sure, I'll buy you more beer" Eddie put on his jacket and grabbed his keys "but just for you know, princess" despite the affectionate nickname, his tone of voice was nothing more than dry, your eyes glued to the hard face he gave you

"Between the two of us, I've never had a girlfriend, you know that! And if I had one, I wouldn't wait weeks to tell you", he closed the living room door, disappearing through the corridors. you went from the fridge to sitting on the couch, trying not to think too much about what he said "Hope he felt better when he comes back" you thought again.

Eddie couldn't see anything in front of him, his vision too blurred by the tears pooling in his eyes. As soon as Eddie's feet hit the street it was like his world was spinning around him, He rested his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath while his cell phone kept vibrating in the back pocket of his jeans.

"Hey harrin"

"So you found out?" the tone of Steve's voice caused Eddie to snort

"yeah, yeah I found out, she has a fucking boyfriend! Steve what the fuck?! She didn’t even told me" Steve cut him mid sentence

"Oh! come on Munson, the girl has loved you since high school, now that she's moving on are you mad?" silence on the other end of the line

"You know what, I remember you said you wanted her to get someone nice and she did", Steve said, bringing up topics from a conversation they had years ago

"Now I hope you're not an asshole and let her have her moment"

"I love her" Eddie said, still standing in front of your building, fingers pressing down on the bridge of his nose, as if he'd been spilling some secret

"oh! no shit Munson, it took you all this time to figure it out?Now I get the 3 times in high school! You had what? 10 fucking years to figure it out and now that she finally looks happy you want to tell her that? AND WHAT? you have a turnê next week, low blow dude" Eddie hung up the phone without bothering to listen to the rest of Steve's sentences.

Eddie didn't know if he should go back and face the consequences of perhaps the biggest mistake of his life. He could handle losing his fame, his band and even money if you were there to support him. He couldn't bear to lose you, there would be no life or peace or joy in a world without you, you were that for him.

Your cell phone vibrated as you searched for a movie that would make the metalhead feel like a teenager again, like you were feeling at that moment.

"I have something to do, don't wait me up"

you felt paralyzed for a few moments after reading his message, staring at the light that irritated your eyes, only able to lock your cell phone and walk to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Fat tears started to run down your face, you felt used, another one of Munson's girls. Some part of you believed that he felt the same thing as you, that after years and months of distance he also missed you like you missed him. You finished your cigarette in silence and took the walk of shame to his room, which still smelled like his expensive cologne.

While you stayed inside your bubble of self-suffering and pity, Eddie waited in the cold and empty waiting room of an animal intensive care unit, even though he didn't have any animals to consult with. He searched all the rooms until he found the Doctor in a conference room, looking at his cell phone in agony.

"Hey doc! Can we talk?" Eddie asked, already entering and closing the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the unsuspecting Doctor."Oh! It's everythi.." and before he finishes "Do you love her?" Eddie spit at the non reacting doctor, while the doctor's cell phone kept vibrating in his already shaking hand. "What did you do?" he asked hatefully to Eddie, while watching your photo at his phone screen as he tried to call you.

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that1emowitch · 6 months

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Suit Shopping

Prompt by @shinekocreator : "Hear me out: the batsiblings going suit shopping with Dick. Fluffy engaged birdflash. Maybe something around planning the wedding. Also some batsiblings being siblings"

A/N: I had a random burst of inspiration at 10 pm and suddenly wrote this whole this lol

Words: 3006

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2!

TW: None, I think. It's all pretty fluffy. Lmk if I missed smth

“I still think he’ll look prettier in purple,” Steph holds up her phone, showing an image of a bright purple suit. “Like, look at that! All it needs is some glitter.”

“Tt.” Damian scowls at her. “Everyone knows weddings are supposed to be black-and-white.”

“Yeah, the purple looks like the Joker,” Jason points out, nodding. “But hear me out: Red.”

Damian shouts again in protest, basically jumping on Jason. The two start fighting, pulling each-other’s hair and yelling.

“You sure you want them to help, Rob?” Wally shakes his head, his arms wrapped around Dick’s waist as the pair stands just a few feet away, looking at the Bats trying to kill each other.

Dick sighed, resting his head on his boyfriend— no, fiance’s shoulder. “They’re not really giving me a choice, honestly. But this’ll be fun, I’m sure!”

Wally chuckles. “Yeah, Bart and Barry are insisting to come shopping with me, too. So is Iris, actually.” He pulls away from Dick after placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “I’d better get going. Have fun!”

“You too!” Dick smiles as he watches his beloved speed off— he is the fastest man alive, after all. Then Cass walks up to him, gesturing to Damian, Steph, and Jason, then pushing her right hand towards the webbed part of her left in the sign for “annoying”.

He just chuckles, shaking his head. “Just have to wait for Duke and Tim, now, huh?”

Cass smiles and points behind him— where Duke has just entered the living room through the Batcave. “Hey, D,” He waves his hand in greeting as he walks up to them. He gives Damian and Jason— the latter of who is now pinning the younger against a wall with a gun raised— a long look. “What is going on?”

Cass just makes the “annoying” ASL sign again.

“DUKE!” Steph suddenly jumps on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I am so glad you’re here, you’re the only sensible one in this house! Which color do you think Dick’s suit should be?”

She shows him three photos— one exquisite, expensive purple suit made of leather, and two cheap thrift-store black and red suits.

Duke hesitates, carefully extracting himself from the blonde. “Uhh… Don’t you think Dick should decide? It is his wedding.”

“Thank you,” Dick says, pulling Duke closer.

“Heathens, all of you,” Steph shakes her head, disappointed.

That’s when Tim finally enters through the front door— being carried by Kon. Tim quickly jumps out of Kon’s arms, beet red, when he realizes his siblings are already here, and watching. Jon trails after the pair, instantly brightening up when he sees Damian.

Damian stops fighting with Jason just to greet Jon. Suddenly, the young Super flies into Damian, wrapping himself around the Bat, yapping away excitedly.

Everyone in the room freezes.

Oh no, poor Jon is so dead… Dick thinks.

Then.

Damian awkwardly raises his arm and pats Jon on the back, half-hugging him.

Jon pulls away in a second then runs to Dick. “Is it true? You’re getting married? How does it work? Are you excited? Where’s your ring? When’s the wedding? Are you gonna have a b—”

“Woah, woah there!” Dick laughs a little, showing off his ring— a thin gold strand with a Robin on it. “Yeah, I’m engaged to Wally. You know, Flash.”

“WOAH…” Jon’s eyes are wide with awe. Damian pulls him away, tutting.

“Tt. You must be real naive if you don’t know how weddings work.”

“Whatever, man, I just wanna go to the mall.” Jon smiles and shrugs.

Dick smiles back, proud of his Baby Bat for making a good friend. “So,” He claps his hands, getting everyone’s attention. “None of us will be flying to the mall, just FYI. Now, there’s 9 of us here, but one car can only fit five, so we’ll need to take two cars.”

“Um, actually,” Jason stood, twirling keys on his fingers. “I’m taking my motorbike. And only Blondie’s allowed to come with.”

“But this is a family bonding opportunity, Jay!” Dick protested. “We can all—”

“I have a bike,” Kon said suddenly, looking at Tim hopefully. “I can just fly back and get it here. Then we can— uh…”

Tim blushes. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be perfect.”

Kon flashes a smile, and flies out the window.

Dick sighs. I guess that leaves no other choice.

“Okay, the rest of you, come on,” Dick heads to the garage, watching with a soft smile as Damian, Jon, Duke, and Cass pile into his car. While Jon and Damian bicker over who called shotgun first, Cass quietly slips into the passenger seat.

God, Dick loves his sister.

He flashes her a smile, letting her turn the radio to a station to one that plays 60’s ballroom music— she loves music with no words.

He hears the moment the boys realize Cass has taken the seat— they fall quiet, and get into the back, squeezing against Duke, who was peacefully sitting by the window.

He grins, hands on the steering wheel, ready to set off.

They all meet again in the mall’s carpark. Jason and Steph are discussing something about the parking being ridiculously overpriced, Damian’s explaining to Duke how cars work (Duke’s trying hard not to say “I know”), Cass is still listening to ballroom music, Kon’s encouraging Jon to get piercings…

“This is the quietest they’ve all been together, isn’t it?” Tim pipes up from beside Dick, making the older man jump.

“Jesus— Tim, how’re you so quiet?” Dick took a breath to steady himself.

“Years of stalking Batman and Robin paid off, I guess,” He shrugs. “I need coffee.”

Before Dick can reply, Tim walks towards the others, and shouts, “Okay, people. Here’s how it’s gonna go:”

Dick’s brows furrow. “Wait, you’re planning this—”

“There are too many stores, and not enough time. So we’ll split up into groups, find and buy any and all suits we like— in size M, or US 40—”

“—You know my size?”

“—forget about the price, Bruce is paying, and meet back at McDonald’s at 6pm. Jason and Steph, go with Dick to the east wing of the mall. Cass and Duke, go to the west wing. Kon and I will take the north, Damian and Jon to the south. Got that?”

Dick was stunned for a second when everyone easily agreed and split up— they must’ve discussed this before. Slightly dazed, he let Jason and Cass lead him away, to the east entrance of the mall.

Damian walks through the mall, heading straight to the information desk, where a directory of all stores is put up. His eyes scan the shop names and their descriptions, analyzing each one. After all, Grayson deserves the best of the best.

Suddenly Jon appears beside him, vibrating with enthusiasm. “Where do we go first?”

“Nordstrom.” Damian replies, his eyes landing on the name of the store. “Anything there will easily outshine every suit any of the others manage to find.”

“Oooh, that sounds so fancy!” Jon’s eyes widen in awe.

“It is. Not that a farmboy like you could understand it.” Damian turns to face Jon.

“At least I’m not a crazy trust fund kid who’s going to buy, like, 20 suits just so Dick has plenty of choices,” Jon shoots back, undeterred.

“At least I’m not a 12-year-old who thinks math is hard.”

“At least I don’t have Mommy or Daddy issues.”

"At least I'm a man of great intelligence and taste, while you are a farmboy that talks to birds."

"Hey, those birds were awesome... and at least I talk to them... you just sit around being brooding and quiet. The most noise you make is when you're complaining."

“At least I am not a naive boy who thinks the world is sunshine and rainbows!”

Jon crosses his arms. "Yeah, and at least I'm not a brooding snob who's afraid to express his feelings, so he hides behind sarcasm and snarky comments."

That one shuts Damian up.

“So,” Jon puts up a radiant smile again, hand pointing into the air. “To Nordstrom!”

“It’s right there.” Damian points behind Jon.

Jon moves so he’s pointing towards the store. “To Nordstrom!”

Tim and Kon’s hands find each other as soon as they part with the rest of the group— enjoying this feeling of being so close to one another. They head straight to the first clothes store they find, searching around for a suit.

“Hey, Tim,” Kon calls, picking up a red and blue Superboy-themed crop top, complete with leather lining and metal studs. “This would look cute on you.”

Tim blushes. “Kon, we’re looking for a suit!”

“But just buy this too,” Kon encourages, smirking. “Trust me. I can really imagine you in this.”

“And nothing else.” The words escape Tim’s mouth before he can think, and he suddenly slaps his free hand over his mouth. “Um, forget that. Please.”

Kon’s cheeks turn slightly red, but he puts the top in their shopping basket anyway. “So. Um. Suits.”

“Yes,” Tim says awkwardly “Suits.”

The two find a section of the store for formal clothing soon enough, and start rummaging around for something Dick might like.

Everything seems wrong— too formal, too stiff, too not Dick.

“What if we buy a few of these suits, then paint them?” Kon suggests.

Tim turns to face him, thinking. “Good idea, but the only one of us that can paint well is Damian— and we’re competing against him.”

Kon’s brows raise. “Wait, we’re competing against Damian?”

“We’re competing against every other ‘team’ we split up in,” Tim explains, skimming through racks of blue-gray suits. “Damian and Jon, Duke and Cass, Steph and Jason.”

“Oh,” Kon nodded along. “So, how does it work?”

“We all find the best suits possible and present them to Dick, and the team whose suit Dick picks wins.”

“And Dick has no idea about this competition.”

“Helps him be a neutral judge.”

“Uh-huh,” Kon chuckles. “You Bats and your secrecy…”

“Coffee,” Tim says suddenly, turning to leave the store. “We’re not gonna find anything here. Might as well get some coffee. On me.”

Kon smiles, taking Tim’s hand again. “As you wish, babe.”

Then his eyes widen. “Wait, we have to buy the tank top first!”

Duke watches as his sister prances around the store, looking at the different dresses. They’re in a designer boutique (whose manager didn’t believe they were actually here to buy something until they flashed Bruce’s credit card).

He chuckles as Cass picks up a soft pink dress, holding it to herself and standing before the mirror. “It looks lovely, really.”

Cass smiles, and gives it to the manager to add to their cart, just like the many other dresses she did so with before. It doesn’t matter that they’re here to buy a suit— if Cass likes something along the way, she can very well buy it.

Then she finds another princess gown— this time, pastel purple, with shiny sequins and sparkles.

“Yeah, Steph’s gonna love seeing you in that,” Duke grins teasingly. Cass blushes sightly, then hands it over to the manager..

“Also, where are your best suits? Something flashy, not formal and plain.” He asks one of the assistants.

“Oh, yes, I’m sure yellow and black would look great on you, Mr. Thomas,” The assistant replies politely, starting to lead them to a corner.

Duke tries not to cringe at the mention of him in black and yellow. “Um, it’s for my brother, actually. We have his measurements, but is it possible to get it custom-made without him actually being here? It’s a bit of a surprise.”

“Of course,” The assistant nods, leading them to a row of racks filled with rolled-up sheets of fabric. “It would take longer, but you can custom-pick every piece of fabric, every decoration, even talk to our design specialist to make it perfect. It would usually take a few weeks, but for you, we can get it done in just two days, I’m sure.”

Cass walks up to them. “Blue.”

“Of course.”

“Like the night sky. With shining stars, if that’s possible.” Duke adds.

“Do have a chat with the design specialist I mentioned, Mr. Thomas and Ms. Wayne.” The assistant smiles politely. “Shall I check out the six dresses you bought, meanwhile?”

Duke nods, smiling. “Yes, please.”

This was definitely going to be better than the others’ suits.

Steph pulls Dick along by the hand as they both laugh, running through the clothes store. Jason walks behind them, clearly amused but pretending to not care.

“OOOH, pick this!” Steph shoves another bright purple suit into Dick’s hands. He gives her a look.

“Steph… I don’t like purple! I want something blue!” Dick looks around, making sure no one’s eavesdropping, hen whispers, “Nightwing blue!”

Steph pouts. “What do you think, Jason?”

“Red.” Jason replies, looking through some suits. “But if we wanna win, we gotta give him what he wants.”

Steph frowns slightly, but agrees.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dick holds his hands in front of them. “What do you mean ‘win’?”

Both of them freeze. Then Steph replies awkwardly, “Uh, win your heart, of course!”

“Yeah,” Jason adds, his tone dry. “Prove we’re your best siblings ever.”

Dick blinks. “Steph’s not a sibling. She’s dating our sister and she used to date our brother.”

“Potato, Potatoh,” Steph puts on the fakest smile ever, steering Dick away towards the blue-coloured suits. He goes along, confused.

As they peruse through the suits, Steph and Jason exchange glances, silently communicating their plan. They need to find the perfect Nightwing blue suit to win Dick over. They scan through the racks, occasionally holding up a suit for Dick to inspect.

“This one?” Steph asks, holding up a suit that's more on the navy side.

“Nah, too dark,” Dick shakes his head.

“What about this one?” Jason suggests, pointing to a suit that's a bit too light.

“Too bright,” Dick dismisses it.

The trio continues their search, but nothing seems to meet Dick's standards. Steph starts to feel a little anxious— they need to find something soon if they want to win the competition. Just as she's about to suggest going to another store, Jason spots a suit tucked away in the corner.

“Hey, check this out,” Jason calls out, pulling out a suit in the perfect shade of Nightwing blue. It's sleek, stylish, and has just the right amount of sophistication.

Dick's eyes light up as he examines the suit. “This... this is it.”

Steph grins triumphantly. “I knew we'd find the perfect one!”

Jason nods in agreement. “Let's grab it before someone else snatches it.”

They quickly make their way to the checkout counter, excitement bubbling within them. As they pay for the suit, Jason can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not only did they find the ideal suit for Dick, but they're also one step closer to winning the competition.

With the suit in hand, they head towards the designated meeting spot at McDonald's, eager to show off their find and see what the others have come up with.

The group rendezvouses at a particularly large booth in the mall’s McDonald’s just at 6 pm. Everyone’s carrying shopping bags— Damian and Jon are carrying three each. They settle into the booth, arranging themselves comfortably, excitement evident in their expressions.

Dick, seated at the head of the table, can hardly contain his curiosity. “Alright, everyone, let's see what you've got!”

“Not right now!” Duke shouts suddenly, and Cass nods along. “Cass and I have customized the perfect suit for you but it’s going to take two days to make, so, just to be fair, we’ll present our find in two days.”

Damian scowls. “Why should we waste our time over your fault?”

“It’s not a fault, it’s a—”

“It’s not fair,” Tim chimes in. “We spent so long—”

“GUYS! Guys,” Dick interrupts them before the argument gets too heated. “This is my suit, so I make the rules. I choose that we wait for Duke and Cass’s suit to be ready. I kinda wanna see it.”

Duke leans back, relieved, and Cass wears a smug smile on her face, as if saying, “Ha, I win!”

It makes Dick wonder, again, what exactly the competition is about.

“Well, let’s at least get some food, if we’re not doing show and tell,” Kon speaks up after a long beat of silence. Everyone agrees (for the first time ever), and place their orders quickly.

Once their orders arrive, they dig into their meals eagerly, savoring the taste of fast food after a long day of shopping. Dick watches with a fond smile as his family enjoys their meal, feeling grateful for their presence in his life.

After they finish eating, Dick leans back in his seat, feeling content. “So, what now? Do we head back home?”

“Nah,” Jason shakes his head. “Let’s catch a movie or something. There’s that new action flick playing at the cinema.”

Steph’s eyes light up. “Ooh, that sounds fun! I’m in!”

“I’m down,” Tim adds, nodding in agreement.

“I suppose it could be entertaining,” Damian mutters, though there’s a hint of excitement in his voice.

Jon looks around eagerly. “Can I come too?”

Kon slings an arm around his shoulders and pulls him away. “Nah, not this time. Let’s leave the Bats to their boring plans— you and I can go get you some piercings!”

“Um,” Jon pauses, hesitating. “Mom and Dad will not be happy, Kon.”

Kon just smirks and ruffles his little brother’s hair. “I know. Pissing off Clark to make you cool— It’s gonna be so worth it!”

The pair walks away from the Bats, waving goodbye, after Kon places one last kiss on Tim’s lips. The Bats leave soon, too, heading down to the cinema, arguing over who the best Green Lantern is, for some reason— and Hal Jordan’s currently winning over Guy Gardener.

Dick laughs and shakes his head, listening to their banter.

God, he loves his family.

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #kon el kent #jon kent #batfam #fanfic #batman #birdflash #dickwally #timkon #stephcass

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dairy-farmer · 6 months

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Young Justice Fuck Up AU? Tim is Robin, well into it. Not a rookie by any means.

But! Magic users, man. They stumble upon a mad scientist. Who is CONVINCED he can make sense of Magic. Instead it drove him crazy, as it tends too. The duke it out. Good ol punch fest.

But oh no! Perv man has been eyeing Cassie in a way none of them like, this whole fight. Makes a Comment as he levels a ray gun! "More agreeable"?! Oh HELL no!

Tim is closest. Bart still elbows deep, trying to stop some poor harpy woman from bleeding out in front of her kid. Tim pulls that Classic Hero Move(tm) and dives in front of his friend. Takes the beam.

Hits the ground. Feeling like he's on FIRE.

Terror Furious is a SCARY look on Amazons. Cassie breaks his damn near EVERYTHING before Kon can pull her off. Tim's not moving. Ray guns busted to hell. They take it anyway. Free everyone they can, take the "research" to try and make sense of it, burn that nightmare pit to the GROUND.

Tim wakes up with... weirdly nice hair and skin. Like? His complexion? Usually pale and half dead looking. His hair a birds nest. But he looks? Dewey. Ready for a photo shoot. He's also kinda hungry.

But? Nothing touchs it. Not coffee. Not toast. Not even when he breaks down and eats a "real" breakfast. He just feels kinda bloated.

And he notices.

That press ready complexion and such? Slowly gets duller as he gets hungrier. He's not stupid. Far from it. He's a god damned ROBIN. The ray DID something.

He testes his DNA.

It's no longer a match. Fuck. He tears apart the Creeps "research" looking for blueprints of that gun. It takes hours to find it. The missing Model? A young succubus. It's HER DNA in the gun.

He's literally gonna starve.

Obviously, he tells his team. And Obviously they swear not to let that happen. Everyone splits up. Kon flying him back to Gotham. They stop by his safe house. So he can get supplies. And Kon? Well he spent the flight THINKING. Stacks everything to the side, ready to go, and crowds his bro back up against a wall.

Hugs him real close. Fingertips touched to those bits of skin he can find, cheek pressed against cheek as he sucks in air. As he jacks it. Tim wide eyed and frozen, full body pressed against him, staring unseeing over his shoulder from where Kon tucked him close.

It's crazy. Kon knows he should be doing this. But he let's himself get into it anyway. Feel as much lust as he can. Feel as GOOD as he can. Because Tim needs it.

And Tim tries not to think about how it feels like perfection. When Kon cums on this thigh. How he can feel it even through his armor in a way he shouldn't be ABLE too. How he DOES, actually, feel so much better. Because he's going to "fix this". Turn back.

Except...

Except it doesn't seem to be working. Even with the awesome power of the Batcomputer and the advanced labs he has at his disposal in the cave? Everything pointing to his body not being able to HANDLE two full DNA changes back to back. Maybe in a DECADE... but...

No. He's running out of time!

And he IS. The other Bats have noticed he's not eating. Worse, they're clearing noting his physical decline. Digging for answers.

Finding them.

Dick storms up to him looking like murder Very Much is an option on the table. Doesn't so much slap the printout down as rest it like a death warrant on top of his keyboard. It's a print out of the ray gun. Fuck. He knows.

A second page. Print out of a conversation with with Zatara. How long can Succubus go with out eating? He passed "medically advisable" two days ago.

He refuses to look at Dick. The disappointment and no doubt disgust. That's why he doesn't see the arm coming to sweep him up and out of his seat. Barely has the strength to object and struggle. Dick ignores him. Carries him up stairs.

To his room.

Does he want Tim to rest? Conserve strength? But then why is he taking off his shirt? Tugging off Tim's sweats? The thought is so wild, so unimaginable and out of reach, it doesn't register until Dick has him pushed back and by the legs. Is leaning forward towards the hem of Tim's baggy sweater.

His entire body JOLTS.

He feels like he's been holding his breath too long and suddenly sucked in air. It doesn't JUST feel good, he feels light-headed with how hard it hits him. Dicks hands have slid up. Seized him by the hips so he can't escape. Now he's being devoured.

Dick is mad at him. Has to be. It goes beyond just being careful with a virgin. Wet, teasing, and relentless. It takes forever for there to be fingers. Then they're overwhelming and GOOD but not ENOUGH. It could only be on purpose. It's too deliberate.

Maybe he decides Tim's is gushing wet enough, or maybe it's the whimpering, like Tim's going to cry. But Dick decides to eventually take pity of him. Too shush and sooth. Scoop up and pull close, as he lines up and starts rocking DEEP.

And it's fizzing in Tim's veins. Fuller and fuller, closer and CONNECTED in a way that feels like he can KEEP. And Dick? Feels closer then he has in years. To anyone. He never wants to pull out. Wants to stay like this, rocking lazily in and out, riding the afterglow, FOREVER.

Wants to take him hard and deep, slow and sweet, bent in half and gasping for air. His, his, his~.

But? Guess who forgot to grab those papers? Dick. Guess who is Worried About His Son(tm)? Bruce. He snoops. He finds them. He has his moral panic and brooding session on a gargoyle in the rain. He does the mental gymnastics necessary to live with himself.

He tracks down Tim.

Because really, who else could they TRUST with this? And yes. Bruce has not been... the best mentor. But he has been trying to be better. Will be better! And he is not about to let some Creeps lay their filthy hands on his boy.

So Tim gets to live out his teenage hormone dreams~☆

Pulled into Batmans lap. Kissed as gentle, powerful, and calloused hands slide down his pants. Between his legs. To tease and rub. To slide deeper then in. Filling him, fucking him, stretching him in preparation for something BIGGER. All while his mouth is plundered by that commanding mouth. All while he squirms in his lap, feeling the thickness of what's going to be buried DEEP pressed against him.

Clothes discarded. Being lifted up. And pulled down onto something that feels like it can't possibly fit. Whining and breathing through it. Leaning forward and just breathing in the scent of Bruce's aftershave, concentrating on the beat of his heart. Being pulled all the way down to the root. Listening to him GROAN and rock Tim's body just to FEEL it.

Up and down, up and down. Lifted and dragged, like a sleeve. Held like a TREASURE. Listening to Bruce rumble out praise in a way he NEVER does. It drags against every good spot inside him. How could he not come apart? Over and over until his bones feel like goo and his head full of honey? Drooling and twitching against Bruce's chest.

At least he's not hungry when he wakes up.

The problem? BRUCE left those damn papers in the cave, too. And both Jason AND Damian found them. Independently of each other.

AND no one in this family TALKS to each other. So EVERYONE thinks that Only They(tm) can prevent him from starving to death.

He... he should tell them. Honestly, he's ABOUT too.

But then? The little nightmare is... not NICE, so much as civil to him? Something about a victory being meaningless if Tim starves thanks to his team mates slow reaction time. Tim likes to think NOT punching him for that remark is being rather mature, on his part. Still, it's nice he's largely backed off.

Only THEN? Tim finds out he backed off because he was going on some weird, DEFINITELY Bruce's Son, "journey of soul searching" about whether or not to fuck him to save his life? Did it never occer to EITHER of these two, to FIND him someone trustworthy? No? HAS to be done by their own two hands, huh?

Is control-freak a genetic trait? Asking for a friend. Who is Tim.

The answer was apparently "yes, he will do it", by the way. And was apparently Preparing himself mentally. How does Tim find out? He finds out in the showers, completely naked. Leg bruised to heck and back, trying to balance on wet tiles, when hot hands too small to be Dick or Bruce, steady him.

It's Damian.

Who is flushed and refusing to look at him. Embarrassed scowl all but carved onto his face. Helping wash with the same efficient but careful method he lovingly washs Titus. Crowding close to him. Sliding an arm around his waist to keep Tim upright. A bold but fumbling hand down and down, like he has a right to what he'll find.

Spreading and curling, under the sprays of water, everything slick. Pin pricks of water hitting his skin, as everything starts to feel so SENSITIVE. Damian pressing against his back like he wants to hide how badly he WANTS, even though Tim can FEEL how hard he is against his back. How greedy his hand is, as it explores.

Sliding to their knees, then the floor. Because Damian's legs have gone weak and Tim can't bear to put pressure on one of his. Damian scrambling forward, eyes almost manic, as he finally learns what all the FUSS is about. His Rival so magnificent beneath him.

Hands tracing scars. Rutting, slick and desperate, under the pouring showerheads. Clawing at those strong hips, to finally put theory into practice. Whining like he's WOUNDED against drenched skin. So HOT. So good.

No technique or skill.

Just frantic pounding. Deep. Again and again. Hips trapped in a desperate hold, as Damian throws everything he HAS into fucking the hot body beneath him. Overwhelmed by the need to milk himself DRY into the perfect vice around his young cock.

Tim not only isn't hungry the next few days, the little gremlin? A doting, if stabby, little shadow. Dick is thrilled they've "become friends". Tim wonders if this is what Talia was like with Bruce. Tries to keep track of his DNA.

Goes to Jason, because honestly, he's probably MET some Succubus before. What with his "Scew You, Dad!" World tour. Might know something. Problem is? The SECOND he climbs in the window? Jason just puts down his guns, turns, and pulls him into a kiss that melts his brain.

Tim's not even sure HOW he loses his clothes. Jason doesn't give him time to think. Next thing he knows, he's bent in half, being held still by his hair, as Jason both sucks the air out of his lungs and pounds him through the mattress. Grinding some little vibe he got from SOMEWHERE against his clit, like Tim isn't ALREADY losing his damn mind.

He absolutely loses time, after the second earth shattering orgasm.

All Tim knows is he wakes up with a drool and tear stained face, bones made if jello, and the bruises like he went a round with Bane. He's practically GLOWING with how well fed he is. Is bordering dangerously close to... to PERKY and Cheerful! In the MORNING!

If he could move, he would accuse Jason of some sort of dick based witchcraft.

Instead he's pulled close like some sort of lover and Jason mumbles something about breakfast after he wakes up. It BETTER include coffee. Tim can't move. Well, the healing ability is kicking in. But he gets to complain anyway!

He does not, in fact, remember to tell anyone.

They NEVER fucking communicate because of course they don't.

So each one of them, Secretly of course, keeps Tim's Super Secret Succubus Secret from the other's. And helps him feed. Secretly.

Tim is extremely well fed. And never DOES figure out how to change back... not that he tries too hard.

-🐼🐼🐼

tim being magically turned into a succubus and his family all independently deciding they will take on the oh so hard task of "helping" him and keeping him fed 👀👀! and then tim being in absolutely no rush to change back because he's well fed and taken care of so it's not like he's on a time crunch or anything 👀👀👀

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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ambcass · 1 year

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ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇꜱ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

𝓢𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽 (𝔂𝓮𝓽..) 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷! (𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮.) 𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭

->Jaime is extremely touched and starved. I mean when he "saw" Traci again, he immediately ran and tried to give her a hug. Tell me that this man isn't touch starved!!

->Kaji-Da was definitely skeptical of you. The scarab thought that you would distract Jaime from his hero life. "See! She isn't distracting me from my hero life!" You definitely were but in the best way possible.

->If you don't live in El Paso, he would fly all the way to your location when just to check up on you. Assuming he couldn't zeta there of course.

->Brenda loves you. She thinks that you're such a great girlfriend for Jaime and is glad that there is going to be another girl in their group.

-> If you're a hero, patroling would be your dates. Spending quality time during those patrols are the best! You both would rant about nerdy shit or any problems you two had.

->His favorite type of love language is Physical touch. Always needing a hug or wanting a hug from you. Holding your hand when you two go out is a must. His least favorite but he'll still do it from time to time is probably gift-giving. He would get so overwhelmed picking gifts for you. Plus, he's kinda...kinda broke.

->Would not go overboard with nicknames (Bart would but not Jaime) Would call you stuff like Babe, Baby, Mi Vida, Corazon, Mi Amor, and Hermosa.

->Speaking of quality time...Jaime loves it when you come over. It can literally be for anything. If you just nea shoulder to lean on, he gottchuu fs. You hungry? Don't worry, he'll try to cook something up for you.

->Brenda and Paco would tease the both of you none stop! Saying stuff like "Get a room", "Here comes the bride", and "Look at these love birds" But the second you comment anything about Brenda and Paco being together. Brenda gets really mad but flustered at the same time. Paco would try to deny it but...(we all know he's the one in denial).

->If you're struggling or feeling demotivated to work. He's your personal cheerleader. Always there for you and shit...(so happy for yall...) "C'mon hermosaaaa. Just one more problem. You can do this baby"

a/n: this isn't my best work but I gots to post smth *sobs*

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lixiebokie · 19 days

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we can’t be friends

idol: ni-ki x idol

authors note: things are starting to get interesting..

warnings: mentions of not eating, ni-ki and sunoo are both abit mean

chapter 4

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“god weres ni-ki he’s not picking up.” jay said staring at his phone after niki had ignored his call for the 7th time.

“ik if he doesn’t hurry we’re leaving.”

“who?” y/n asked playing dumb even though she’d been sitting there the whloe time listening to their conversation.

“ni-ki.”

“oh did he not tell you? his bike is broken he’s fixing it.”

“i mean he could of asked for me to fix it.”

jay said picking up his bag.

“wait, why’d he tell you and not us?” sunoo asked stopping jay from walking out.

“idk but at school he seemed pretty upset about it.”

“ni-ki showing emotion? you sure you two don’t have a thing?” jake asked snickering lightly.

“we can be friends you know.”

“whatever we’ll stop off at his house to help him-“

“no! i’m actually going to help him.”

heeseung stepped forward grabbing his keys. “oh well we can drop you off then.” he smiled wrapping arm around her shoulder.

“no it’s fine i’ll walk-“

“walk? his house is like 20 minutes from here no way.”

——

“what are you doing here?” ni-ki pulled her inside before heeseung, who walked her to the door, could ask any questions.

“well my lie must have seemed abit realistic.” she shrugged. “i just told them you had to fix your bike and i was helping and heeseung insisted he drop me off sooo.”

“ugh.” ni-ki sighed. “well you can go now.”

“or i can help you with we’re ever your going?”

“no.” he grabbed his bike about to ride off.

“you can’t go on that what if they see you it will show it was a lie and they already think we like each other.”

“what?” ni-ki scoffed.

“doesn’t matter but i have nothing better to do just let me come.”

“ugh! you better be quiet.”

——

y/n still had no idea about why they going or where they were going.

“so.. why are we going exactly?”

ni-ki groaned. “i thought you were gonna be quiet.”

y/n looked down. she couldn’t stop thinking about how heeseung basically hugged her earlier when he wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

he smelt so sweet, and his car had somewhat of the same smell. (with a mix of old cigarette smoke coming from sunghoons jacket)

she was pretty annoyed at jay for pushing her to the backseats to sit in the front. she wanted to sit in the front with heeseung but no she was stuck in the back with jake and sunghoon laughing about something ridiculous. she wasn’t going to lie she didn’t mind that much actually.. it gave her a better view of heeseungs side profile. which thinking back to it gave her a question to ask. but she needed someone who wouldn’t go twisting her words.

“hey ni-ki ik we aren’t friends but can i ask you something?”

niki rolled his eyes. “what?”

“does heeseung have a girlfriend?”

“what?” he laughed sarcastically. “why you like him?”

“what! no!”

“omg you like heeseung hyung!”

“no-“

“well he doesn’t but considering he’s 19 i don’t think you’ve got a chance.”

y/n kicked at the stones under her feet.

“well could you help me?”

“help.. you?”

“idk like help him notice me.. idk.”

“depends, maybe if your quiet.”

——

ni-ki fished into his pocket for his phone shining the touch in the pitch black warehouse.

it looked the same as he left in years ago. before the police found him and kicked him out his little hideout.

he walked over spotting a small signature scribbled on the wall.

nishimura riki 2k18~

written in cursive.

he knelt down looking at the old piles of paperwork left on the metal shelves. he pushed them out the way finding a small box labelled rikis possessions. he grabbed it brushing the dust off tossing the lid on the ground.he pulled out his old slingshot. ni-ki smirked remembering the damage he did with it.

“what you got?” y/n peered over his shoulder.

ni-ki stood showing her shoving the box into her hands before stretching his slingshot.

“okay bart simpson so we came to play with your old toys?” ni-ki shot her a cold look grabbing his box and throwing it back on the shelve walking around the storage unit.

he spotted a small envelope similar to the one on his bike. he took out his key tearing it like he did with the other note.a small ring fell out. ni-ki crouched examining it, he felt a small ping in his chest.

“nice ring, was that in the letter?” y/n asked.

“it’s my fathers.”

“omg well you better return it he’s probably worried sick.” she looked at him with big eyes.

“yeah i can’t really do that.” niki sighed opening the letter.

he games just beginning ni-ki..

the lock tree tuesday.

“look ni-ki i’m really sorry-“

y/n looked at the note.

ni-ki looked up to her. “this is a sick game?” he scoffed.

“the lock tree what’s that?”

“it’s the big tree in the woolands forest.”

y/n frowned. “why’s it called the lock tree?”

ni-ki rolled his eyes. “you don’t nothing about this town do you? it’s the tree people have their first kiss under.” he grabbed back the note.

“woolands forest is by school youre skipping on tuesday and going with me.”

y/n’s eyes widened. “sorry ni-ki but i’m flattered but-“

“shut up you’re involved in this shit now i don’t want to kiss you.”

y/n was going to answer but nikis phone in her hand beat her to it.

lee heeseung

ni-ki turned to find some more stuff the crazy person had left for him.

y/n eyes flickered from him to his phone before answering and raising it to her ear.

“ni-ki we’re at your house we’re are you?”

“heeseung-“

“y/n why have you got ni-ki phone? where are you his mum said she didn’t even know you two had left the house!”

y/n laughed causing niki to look at her before snatching his phone.

“what?”

heeseung repeated his question. y/n stared at niki trying to hear what heeseung was saying through the phone.

“yeah alright no well be back now, yeah meet you there hyung.” niki hung up rolling his eyes.

“what he say?”

“there at my house, going to mcdonald’s and thought they’d pick us up so we better hurry so they don’t think anything werid.” ni-ki rushed out y/n trying to keep up with him.

“riki are you still hungry?” ni-ki shook his head at his mother leaving the kitchen were he’d just placed down his cereal bowl.

“did you eat lunch at school? i got a call off your head of year saying you haven’t been buying anything for a couple of months?”

niki hummed. “i had some of y/n’s sushi today im fine school food is shit.”

he tried to leave the kitchen but his mum took his shoulder.

“who’s y/n?”

“sunoos cousin, she’s been hanging with us until she gets some friends.”

his mother ‘ahh’ “would you prefer to have a pack lunch then?” ni-ki shook his head which caused his mother to sigh and grab his hand.

she felt a ring which she’d never noticed him where before.

“where did you get this?” she asked with a sense of shock in her voice staring down at the expensive jewellery.

ni-ki would never have enough money to have one like this so her first conclusion was niki has stolen it but when she took a closer look she had noticed it right away.

“i found it at the warehouse earlier.” he shrugged. his mothers eyes were now watery. she slipped the ring off taking it away.

“i thought he took this with him. oh my gosh! riki! you are not to touch this! i told you to stay away from the warehouse you don’t want anymore trouble than you have!” she placed a hand over her heart and began to sob.

ni-ki was confused, he wasn’t one to hug or show physical effection so he turned on his heels and walked out while his mother was whaling. he felt bad he always did but he also felt angry. he found the ring so he should keep it. and he’s the only other man in the house so why should his mother keep it? his older sister rushed past knocking him out the way to tender the poor mother.

——

when tuesday has rolled around y/n had felt sick that morning.

she’d never skipped school or even a lesson before.

the days prior jay and sunoo had been teasing her and ni-ki for ‘wandering off’ together on thursday and she knew if they found out today it would just add to the suspicion they had.

she had tried to tell niki about how suspicious they looked but he just brushed it off.

“this is bad what if they call my aunt?”

“god youre so paranoid about everything.”

ni-ki rolled his eyes opening his phone and dialing a number.

y/n watched him wait for an answer in confusion.

“hi this is y/n’s father she won’t be in today she’s got terrible diarrhoea and vomiting everywhere, yeah okay. thank you bye.” he hung up looking at her.

“that’s disgusting.”

he smirked at her embarrassment.

“so how are we gonna get there?” ni-ki frowned to say ‘are you stupid’ as she looked down at the bike in his hands.

“yeah well last time i checked there’s only one bike.” she scoffed back at him.

“so?” he climbed over sitting on it before patting the tiny part of the seat still left.

“what want me to carry you on?”

“no, i’m not fitting on there.”

“im not going without you! you could go back and snitch the sunoo for all i know.”

she was quite offended but instead sighed hoping on the bike.

“hold on sweetheart.” ni-ki started peddling soon speeding up causing y/n to grab onto his waist.

ni-ki has a tiny waist y/n noticed. come to think of it she’d never seen him eat before. but she wasn’t going to question it how disrespectful would that be!

——

once the two had arrived y/n felt more sick than that morning.

“since you don’t know the trail follow me.”

ni-ki began walking off.

“oh yeah and you’ve been here loads have you?”

ni-ki scoffed. “you don’t need to know about my love life i could have been here a million times for all you know.”

nikis phone ringed. he opened his phone to see who it was.

“jungwon. what? yeah i’m with her why?” y/n slapped his shoulder he gave her a werid look before turning his phone on speaker.

“are you going to the lock tree?”

niki furrowed his eyebrows. looking up at y/n to say ‘what have you said!’

“no why?”

“everyone at school is talking about your both ditching and you’re taking y/n to the lock tree.” ni-ki groaned holding his forehead.

“where not going! make sure everyone at school knows that! and i’ll have their heads on sticks tomorrow.” niki hung up walking off.

“let’s get this over with.” he grabbed her arm walking off.

“someone must have heard us talking about it yesterday in the canteen.” that was true niki did pull her aside at lunch to talk about where he’d meet her, someone must have heard while walking past.

“well next time i know not to interact with you near another human life.” niki same making y/n laughing slightly.

“so does like everyone have their first kiss here?” she asked trying to make conversation even though she knew speaking to niki it would end in some sarcastic remark.

“i guess, it’s a big deal. there’s a myth if you kiss under the tree you’re suppose to stay together forever.” niki explained waving his hands to mock his words.

“do you believe it?”

“no it’s a load of bullshit obviously. but jay and his girlfriend had their first kiss here four years ago so who am i to judge?”

y/n looked at him. “did heeseung have his first kiss here?”

ni-ki groaned. “why does all our conversations end with you asking about heeseung? yes he did.”

y/n frowned. “with who?”

“idk, it was around 5 or so years ago with some girl named jiha i think i don’t really keep up with my friends ex’s especially since i was 12 at the time.”

y/n wanted to tease niki and ask if he’s ever been with a girl but she knew she’d be scolded and never hear the end of how annoying she is.

——

“where are they?” jake asked as jungwon put his phone back in his pocket.

“he hung up before i could ask.” jungwon sighed and sunoo walked back to the boys.

“what?”

“y/n’s dad rang the school apparently she’s i’ll.”

“did he?” jake asked confused.

“she lives with my family!” sunoo groaned pulling his hair.

“what’s got sunny in a mood?” heeseung asked ruffling sunoos hair.

“y/ns skipped school with ni-ki-“

“shit really? soo what’s wrong with that?”

sunoo groaned again. “she’s got a reputation she’s got a future and niki is gonna ruin that! gosh why couldn’t she have just liked you or something?” sunoo motioned to heeseung.

“woah this is ni-ki we’re talking about, sunoo remember that.”

“yeah sunoo it’s just one day you need to calm.”

reaching the tree ni-ki began searching.

the ground was covered in leaves and the trees were tall except one stuck very much out.

it was wider than the rest and was covered in carved initials and hearts of people who probably don’t even talk to each other anymore.

y/n scanned her finger over a few reaching a familiar name.

“sunoo and sichae? sunoos been here?”

y/n stood in shock she didn’t think her older cousin would do such things.

“yeah like our whloe group has?”

“so where’s yours?” she asked. ni-ki stood straight taking a break from looking.

“why do you need to know?”

“we should put our names.” y/n joked scratching the wood with her nail.

“what? why would we do that? we aren’t together.”

“omg ni-ki your a genuis!” y/n gasped with an idea popping into her head.

niki looked unimpressed and slightly confused at her sudden outburst.

“let’s date.”

“what?”

“no i mean not really but act like it, i get heeseung attention you get a reason to drag me along this little treasure hunt.” niki scrunched up his face giving her a disgusted face.

“no.”

y/n frowned.

ni-ki sighed at her upset face, he was wondering why he’d even brought her along it’s not like she was any help. “look y/n, this is harsh but heeseung won’t care he’d be happy if anything he’s been trying to get me to go out with someone for like two years now, and i can’t act lovey so it wouldn’t be realistic anyway.”

she bent down carving a small Y+H surrounded by a heart.

“you’re delusional.” ni-ki scoffed before picking up a piece of string.

he pulled it noticing it led up the large tree.

he tugged it harder causing it to drop and hit y/n.

“ow wtf.”

“maybe if you weren’t in the way.” ni-ki shoved her slightly to get past and grabbed it off her opening it.

it was another small note with a pen.

ni-ki, you’re good at this. is your little partner helpful?

moonstruck park friday 9pm.

“what? how do they know youre with me?” y/n’s heart skipped a beat. where they being watched? did they hear about heeseung?

“we’re going moonstruck park friday after school.”

“i don’t want to, ni-ki i don’t want to do this anymore.”

“i don’t care you fucking dork. you will go snitch im not letting you get out of this.”

y/n felt hurt. why does everyone thinks she’s a snitch?

“fine, you date me i’ll come.”

“you are so annoying. why are you so persistent on going out with me!”

“i’m not. but your the only boy i am friends with.”

“woah, we aren’t friends first and second heeseung won’t care.” he groaned walking off.

“fine i’m not going then.”

“if you don’t go i’ll just tell heeseung how you feel.” ni-ki shrugged not looking back.

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