#for the brown kids that never got to see a superhero that looked like them growing up

[hobiebrownismygod]

I wrote the second part to this analysis here:

Hopefully this helps answer the second part of your ask!

I think you have talked about this before, if so, i’m sorry for ask, but what about a more in deep analysis on Pavitr’s personality and why he’s not some emasculated uwu boy, especially for the ones who wants to write about him

I actually haven't talked about this before, so thanks for the idea! Hopefully what I wrote answers your ask properly, and if not pls let me know! <3

I made two posts to answer your question, the first being this post and another being an analysis on Pavitr's personality which I'll post as soon as I finish it. Let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list or if you would like a specific place for me to post it! I'll link it here once I've written it <3

Stop Writing Pavitr As An Emasculated uwu Boy

He's not.

So why do people write Pavitr Prabhakar this way in the first place? The main reason is:

Internalized Toxic Masculinity

We as a society have become so used to seeing men being aggressive and brooding, ESPECIALLY male superheroes. We see a lot of superheroes like Batman who're extremely broody, don't talk a lot, and are overall the strong silent type. We have superheroes like Captain America who never cry, rarely get angry, and rarely show vulnerability. In general, celebrated male characters in the media tend to be dominant and aggressive, because those are the traits that society has decided make men men.

Note: I'm not saying that these characters never show emotion and I'm not saying every celebrated male character is like this, I'm just explaining the connections between what I've noticed and the research I've done on the symptoms of toxic masculinity

Gender norms have corrupted our understanding of what it is to be masculine. Women are expected to be polite, calm, accommodating, and take good care of the way they look. Men are expected to be bold, aggressive and strong. Women are supposed to spend a lot of time on their hair and clothes, while men don't care about those things. Men are supposed to spend their days watching sports and wrestling, but women aren't interested in those things.

Because of these celebrated norms, when people see a character that cares about the way they look, is optimistic, calm, caring, sweet, they immediately think that that character is feminine. Why? Because we've been told that women are all those qualities and men are not. We've been told that women are kind and sweet while men are bold and strong.

So how does this connect to Pavitr's characterization in the media?

Note: This does not apply to headcanons. If you want to headcanon him as trans, as a femboy, or some other OOC thing, feel free to do so. This is specifically for people trying to write him accurately.

Pavitr was introduced as an excited, carefree young boy who's optimistic, kind, funny, etc. He talks about his hair, he openly talks about his relationship with his girlfriend, Gayatri, he swings around by dancing and doing poses, and has a love for street dogs.

He is not portrayed as bold, aggressive, dominant, competitive or stoic. He is not effortlessly attractive and he cares about the way he looks, and he cares about how he presents himself. He is not self-sufficient and he talks about living with his aunt, having friends, having a girlfriend, and the Spider Society.

These are all traits which traditionally masculine men portray, but Pavitr does not.

But does this make him feminine?

NO.

Having feminine qualities does not make you completely feminine. Having masculine qualities does not make you completely masculine. Just because you have one or two feminine qualities, it doesn't mean your entire personality and actions are all going to be feminine.

Pavitr portrays some feminine qualities. However, he also proves that he is strong, quick-thinking, tough, and sarcastic. Are these are traditionally feminine traits? No. But, people are ignoring all these qualities and switching them to turn him into an emasculated femboy, which just isn't accurate.

Note: The same thing happens vice versa where a female character will show a couple of masculine traits and people will say she's trans, or just call her a bitch because she's "aggressive" which is extremely sexist and a product of years worth of internalized misogyny.

Just because he likes the way he looks, doesn't mean he's gay.

Just because he dances when he swings, doesn't mean he's a femboy.

Just because he has a colorful suit doesn't mean he's an uwu boy.

Stop feeding into gender norms and write characters properly. Write him like the 13/14 year old Indian boy he is, and integrate the qualities he has in the movie to make him accurate! If you don't know how to write him, ask an Indian writer how to make him accurate to his character! Ask an Indian fan how they believe Pavitr would act and I promise you, it'll be twice as accurate as whatever random headcanons people are placing onto him right now.

Why is this harmful?

Lets talk about SOUTH ASIAN REPRESENTATION.

For the longest time, South Asians have been portrayed on screen as nerdy techies, comedians, cabbies or corner-store owners. These inauthentic portrayals of South Asians, especially Indians are harmful to the South Asian narrative and help further negative stereotypes about our race and our culture.

South Asian culture has been portrayed by Hollywood as dirty, overly traditional, and movies representing South Asian culture ten to be Oscar-baiting movies made by white men that border on poverty porn.

There are few and I mean FEW well-made and well-researched South Asian characters in the media. I'd say two of the only well-written Indian characters in western media right now are Kingo from Eternals and Ali from Squid Game and even they have kinks they need to work out.

PAVITR IS IMPORTANT TO US!!

We finally got a South Asian character who speaks Hindi, lives in India, eats and drinks South Asian cuisine, has a South Asian girlfriend and a suit that screams cultural representation! His character was written by Indian writers and contained elements of India that aren't poking fun at our culture and our traditions!

He is REPRESENTATION.

So represent him properly.

Write him properly

For the brown kids that never got to see a superhero that looked like them when they were growing up.

As always, sources under the cut <3

[fryingpan1234567]

DC high school au… mayhaps…..

I’m not sure if anyone’s done this before

But I’m doing it now

So the JL, right. These are famous alumni who made school history and now obvi they’re billionaires and reporters and museum owners but they’re not superheroes— just regular people

Liiike Clark Kent was the best quarterback the school has ever seen

Oliver Queen essentially revolutionized the archery team

Diana Prince convinced the school to start a fencing league

Barry Allen slayed both track and any and all chemistry competitions thrown his way

Arthur Curry… I shouldn’t have to say anything about his swim team career. That’s where he met his wife

Bruce Wayne was one of the smartest people probably ever, especially to grace that building

And so on and so forth

Anyways so these people are famous, and they’re up on the walls and display cases and shit

The staff!! Was so thrilled!! To be getting their children!!!!

(The principal counted down the days on his calendar after the news hit that Brucie adopted his first kid)

So.

Dick and Barbara are seniors. Dick is the cheer captain and Babs WAS on the team until a fun little accident that has her wheelchair-bound. (It’s fine, she discovered she actually likes computers better. She’d hacked the entire security system one day at lunch because she got bored)

Dick is kind of the queen bee of the school, which is hilarious, because he KNOWS but refuses to let it get to his head. This man will start water gun fights in the hallways for fun

Jason and Cass are juniors

Jason is one of the drama club’s absolute best (singing and acting). He played Billy Flynn in Chicago, Prince Charming in Cinderella, Aladdin in… yeah. He slays pretty hard

Cass is on the dance team and regularly misses class for some competition or another. Sometimes, when cheerleaders and the dance team collab on stuff (like assemblies), she actually likes the pompoms. She does not like the skirts.

Tim, Steph, and Duke are sophomores— people are s c a r e d of these three

Tim is known for constantly having a stockpile of energy drinks in his locker; sometimes a few of his friends get access to it. He’s also terrifyingly smart. And he’s got a bike. SOPHOMORE YEAR. TIM WHAT

Steph’s whole entire TikTok presence is lifting/ workout challenges against any poor scrub who tries to go up against her. She can lift the same amount as Jason Todd. That gives her a very confident “don’t fuck with me aura” around school, which is good, because she’s got zero interest in any guy there anyways (bi f pref queen)

And Duke… Duke is the golden boy, so the first time you see him in a sparring match with any of his siblings (they do that for fun at lunch), you’re very shocked to see him holding his own against Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. He also slays

Damian is the only freshman in his family. Jason and Tim make fun of him endlessly

It is pretty impressive that a freshie organized the biggest fundraiser the school has ever seen— and it was for local animal shelters. Nobody knows how he did it. Probably intimidation. You never know with that kid

Now the superfam. Ohoho, yes, these legends go to that school too

Kara is a junior, Kon is a sophomore, Jon is a freshman. They’re all on the football team (their dad comes to every game🥰)

Did anybody expect a woman or freshman to land on the varsity team the first year either of them tried out? No. But they made it anyways. Good for them

And football is just so different from their day-to-day personalities, sometimes it gives people whiplash

Kara pretty much runs the broadcast and yearbook teams, and she does it along with dominating the football field and gym

Conner looks like he’d deck you for looking at him wrong (I mean he might but like he won’t… probably), and he’s like. He makes good fashion choices. He’s the Bad Boy, which is funny considering his nerdy bf is the one with the motorcycle

Jon is fluffy?? So nice?? Sir who let an actual decent person on the varsity football team?? When someone spots Dami wearing his letterman at some point, they become the most popular couple at school. As freshmen. Slay for them tbh

Donna Troy is a senior. Fencing and beauty pageants is a weird combination. But she knows she’s pretty and she’s gonna make damn sure everybody else knows too

Cassie is a freshie, but she’s already on the fencing team as well and several people have seen her sparring with Damian (wHERE did he get KATANAS), and it looks like a couple of war gods who happen to be fifteen are fighting to the death for a few yards of shitty grass behind the school

Conner Hawke, Artemis Crock, Emiko Queen, Roy Harper, and Mia Dearden are the archery team captains. Yeah, there’s five of them, yeah, the coaches couldn’t pick because the kIDS ARE BETTER THAN THEM

(Ollie laughed so hard he fell out of his chair when they came home and told him that)

Roy is a junior and definitely brings his bow everywhere he shouldn’t. He also “accidentally” shot Jason once. Whenever someone asks about their meetcute they just laugh until the person gets scared and runs away

Conner is a sophomore but a bitter old man in his soul. What a king

Artemis is also a sophomore and everyone thinks she’s Ollie’s favorite because she’s like a mini-him, but Ollie doesn’t actually HAVE a favorite and she finds this claim hilarious

Mia, third sophomore, has a very strange attraction to the color yellow. She LOVES it. And she actually pulls it off, how awesome is she

Emi is a freshman but gets along with Dami pretty well, which isn’t surprising considering their matching deadpan humor and lowkey murderous rage constantly

Jackson Hyde broke Arthur’s record for fastest lap on his fourth try. He spends more time at the ocean than literally anywhere else

Wally West and Bart Allen are technically not related?? They’re like. Cousins. But Barry ended up officially adopting Wally (long story)

Anyways they’re actually cousins with Jesse Quick

The three of them DOMINATE track and field/ cross country/ physics club (yeah you read that last one right don’t even with me)

Wally is a senior and working towards becoming a forensic scientist for the cops. When someone asks why the fuck he wanted to do that to himself, he always jokes, “I’m not fast enough to be a serial killer so I guess I’ll help catch ‘em” and everyone is scared

Bart is a sophomore but should be a freshie, because he’s almost a full year younger, except that he skipped fifth grade and went straight to sixth. Tim and Kon pretend to be his adoptive parents and it’s like a soap opera watching these three act out a dramatic divorce arc

Jesse is a junior (alliteration go brr) but a younger one (summer birthday WOO) she definitely takes after Barry, especially in speed

SO people call their friend groups chaotic. What are you gonna do, go up and fuck with any of them? Bad idea

For fun, these assholes run a fight club after school with betting and rosters and everything, with anyone who signs up. FOR FUN. Once the batkids learned their dad has a black belt in like six different martial arts, it was all over

They say it’s a good workout

They’re probably not wrong, but still

Who the fuck wakes up and chooses violence on all their friends and family all in good fun to make MONEY OFF OF BEATING THEM UP

The most viral videos taken from their school is a push-up contest with all eight batkids, seven competing, Babs filming

Cass won.

LET me know if you want more for this. Because I’m gonna write more. But if you had specific suggestions or characters or scenarios or questions, I would love to write them

Good morning/ night/ 4am!! (PS BACK TO SCHOOL WOO)

[homelanderbutbig]

A Sweet Weird, Kinda Like You (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1080 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You sneak into The Seven's meeting room for early morning smooches.

It's an early morning at the Vought Tower, and the employees are just starting to pour in.

Deciding to take advantage of the early hours, you ride the elevator up to the 99th floor to visit Homelander. You don't have to start your shift for 15 minutes, and you know he would appreciate seeing you before you have to slave away at your desk job.

The Seven's meeting room is quite a sight to behold, with the table and chairs built taller to accommodate Homelander's height, so he doesn't have to feel like an adult sitting at the kid's table. His chair was also made custom just for him, which he is grateful for as no one else can reach that high to sit on his 'throne'.

As expected, you find Homelander alone, arms behind his back while he stands by the windows to survey the city. Although he doesn't turn around to acknowledge you as you walk up to him, you're pretty sure there's a smile on his face right now.

"Morning big guy," you say, leaning up against his leg. At long last you look up at him, getting to see him beaming down at you and showing off his pretty canines.

"You're here early," he chuckles softly, lowering one of his large hands to your shoulder. He uses his long fingers to stroke your shoulder while his thumb splays across your back.

"I wanted to see my favourite supe before I started work," you remark, tilting your head into his hip.

"Oh? I'm your favourite am I?" he taunts cheekily, giving your shoulder a playful squeeze. You can't uphold your unimpressed frown for long as your expression causes him to laugh, and you giggle along with him.

Homelander bends down to lift you up to his chest, rubbing his nose against yours. His big eyes sparkle like two flawless sapphires, completely taken in by the sight of you. With his face so close to yours, you can feel the slightest quivering of his lips and you know what he is waiting for permission for. Even though he takes what he wants from everyone else, he would never dare to do that to you.

When you finally give him a nod he kisses you, doing his best not to let your love consume him lest he not be able to listen for approaching footsteps. However, he finds himself getting lost in your adoration, especially feeling one of your hands caressing his cheek. He strains himself trying not to keen too loudly into your mouth, appreciative that you aren't using your wicked fingers to scratch along his undercut.

Carefully, he walks backwards to sit down into his oversized chair, keeping you seated in his lap. He can't help but treasure how your body fits so perfectly on his thighs, like you were meant to be there. During the kiss he moves his hands to your hips, loving how impeccably his palms conform to them.

After breaking from your kiss, Homelander belatedly notices the little brown bag you've been holding onto this entire time. He decides not to use his X-ray vision to look at what's inside, but he can't help but notice the sickeningly sweet smell emanating from within.

"What… is that?" he asks, furrowing his brow at your questionable breakfast.

"I got a couple cake pops from Jitter Bean before I came into work," you explain, cracking up at his confused expression.

"I bought one for you and one for me," you tell him, pulling them out of the bag. He feels accosted looking at these little dough balls on lollipop sticks, coated in pink chocolate and dusted with rainbow sprinkles.

"It's good, trust me. Just try it," you proclaim, holding one out for him. He glares at you like you've told him you shot JFK, just utterly dumbfounded at what you're requesting of him. You, a mere human, are asking… nay, ordering the world's greatest superhero to eat something so childish? But his faux outrage doesn't scare you, and you simply wiggle one of the cake pops in front of his mouth.

With a heavy exhale and a hard swallow, Homelander succumbs to your fiendish demands. Painstakingly, he takes the cake pop in between his teeth, chewing it hesitantly like he's unsure if you're really just trying to poison him. You eat your cake pop as you watch him go through this assault to his taste buds, snickering at his overly dramatic theatrics.

"Well? What do you think?" you inquire as he finishes his diabolical breakfast.

"It's… weird," he utters, his face scrunched up like he just ate a whole lemon.

"A good weird?" you ponder, seeing his lips twitch from your question as he shoots you a sly smirk.

"It's a sweet weird … kinda like you," he chuckles, leaning back close for another kiss. The sugary taste of the cake pops mingles in with both of your lips. As much as he would rather never eat one of those death balls again, the fact that you thought of him when you bought two is enough to set his heart aflame. More than anything, he wishes this precious morning would never end.

Suddenly, Homelander lets out a deep sigh from his nose. He hears movement closing in on the meeting room. Unfortunately, your time is up.

"My team's on their way," he grumbles, rolling his eyes. "Five minutes late, as usual. Like they don't think I notice."

"I should get going too," you note. "I have to start my shift."

"Promise you'll stop by the penthouse later?" he asks, unable to hide his subtle concern. Even though you never would, he can never fully mask that voice in his head that makes him worry you won't want to see him anymore.

"Of course I will. Try and stop me," you declare, giving him one last kiss. A relieved smile spreads across his face; the disaster has been averted. You always know just what to say to calm his anxieties.

He lets you down off his lap and you quickly shuffle out of the meeting room, giving Homelander a wave goodbye before heading off for the elevator.

Standing back up, he returns to his position solemnly gazing out the windows.

Homelander holds onto the faint taste of cake pop on his lips, the little reminder of how you like to include him in your basic human rituals. The little reminder of how you make him human too.

[brucewaynehater101]

okay so I think I recall an ask here about Jason and Tim who got JJ'd having to work with an alternate Good Joker and it got me thinking about those actor AUs where canon is just a live-action piece of media, specifically this post

So now I'm thinking of Actor!Joker having just left the bar after a good day of drinking, not drunk enough to not get home by himself, only to get non-lethally isekaied into DC

From his perspective, one minute he was walking home, the next he started seeing himself playing the most lucrative role in his career. Dissassociation if he had to guess. He might need therapy

Oh, the Joker he plays is trying to kill him. Self defense it is-- he killed him. well he can't fault himself for it if he never learned self defense now can he :/

Is that a camera? Oh yeah, Joker and loads of his other roles break the fourth wall, and improvisation is expected of him

He looks straight into the camera, the audience, "this is why we don't method act kids. hallucinations" he points at not-him with that final word

"but you all see me pointing at nothing, don'tcha?"

Fuck it, for added humor, the minute Batman gets on the scene & Actor!Joker lays eyes on him, he say "now I'm hallucinating my fiance's role too, what a day," and also Jason and Tim and Duke are there for maximum psychic damage

Hey maybe the three were hostages because the Joker wanted to torment the top three bats he fucked up the most on live television for all of Gotham to see only for Actor!Joker to ruin everything

But also the three seeing this go down through the screen would be funny as shit too

Actor Universe lore; Actor!Joker and Actor!Bruce met through previous roles, kicked off a friendship that became a relationship and soon to be marriage and thats how Actor!Joker met Actor!Bruce hoard of children

this would lead to much of the quote on quote Batfamily Plotline being concieved, through Actor!Joker and Actor!Batkids scheming together to make the most drama-filled superhero story they could

So Actor!Joker and Actor!Batkids would cook up the most gutwrenching ideas, building of eachothers ideas, and cheered eachother on as the Batfamily lore became more and more emotionally devastating

Actor!Bruce can testify because years later into Batman, he still cries fountains of tears when he reads the script and something awful happens to the roles his kids plays, or Bruce Wayne is a shit father

actor!joker: my love, I have propositions the directors will grovel for

actor!bruce: oh no

his kids: daddy I have a new idea for my role >:3

actor!bruce: OH NO!

I think it goes without saying that the actors and characters they play don't have the same name, but I can't be bothered to come up with any mysel lol

Yo!!! This is a wicked cool idea. I dislike Joker/Batman (unless it's the Lego Batman), but I am vibing with this one.

To add on, what if Bruce and Joker became directors specifically so they could sort of adopt their kids? They would be those actors that also direct and screenwrite their own movies.

I want to see Crystal Brown being on set (not necessarily on scene) whenever Steph is, and Bruce and Joker chatting with her when they aren't working. Arthur Brown makes plenty of jokes and pulls pranks on his daughter.

Willis and Catherine cheer on Jason (and sometimes *can't* be on set when certain scenes play out) and smother him in affection after he's done.

The Drakes have their own careers they have to pursue while Tim is filming, but they try to make it on set at least once a week and watch every premiere with Tim. They are good friends with the other parents and only allow Tim to be on set without them because they trust Bruce and Joker.

The Graysons are acrobats in real life as well. Dick wanted to pursue a career in acting instead. They support their son, and he often does performances with them.

Would Damian still be Bruce's kid? If so, I wonder what Joker and Talia's relationship is like. Talia is obviously a fierce but loving mom in this AU. She viciously protects Damian, his privacy, and his ability to stop acting at any time. Damian enjoys acting and being on set with his dad. I also hc that Talia is famous as well. Maybe a model, maybe another actor, or maybe something else. Ra's is the owner/head of a really famous entertainment business. It has branches all over the world, including America.

The Thomases take turns with who's on set with Duke. They both work as well so that a majority of the income Duke makes goes towards his savings or his own spending.

I didn't talk about Barbara or Cass or Alfred or Kate or etc., but feel free to add more!

Actor!Joker would be appalled and disgusted with Batman. Actor!Bruce was playing a role. Yes, the role was somewhat based on Bruce, but he would never harm his kids. He would rather kill than allow them to come to harm.

When Actor!Joker gets transported to that universe, his distaste for Batman is the truly jarring piece of it all. He's not obsessed like their universe's Joker. Actor!Joker shows understanding for their hatred/distance from him. He accepts their boundaries and considers their feelings (in his own very weird way). He doesn't torment. He killed the other Joker.

Just Joker's mannerisms of "whelp, what can you do?" as he murders the other Joker. He still laughs a lot, does harmless pranks, and makes a ton of jokes. Somehow, he does this while lecturing Batman on treating his kids better.

[novathevibe]

I don't get jealous. After all, I'm Gotham's sweetheart, the only ethical CEO I know, AND the Dark Knight. I don't have TIME to be jealous. Still, as I walk into the cafe that my husband promised to meet me at, an unfamiliar gnawing grows in my stomach. Clark Kent - the love of my life, the man I entrusted my kids to if something happened to me, the one I bottom for - is smiling at someone near the back, whispering with him in a way that feels too flirty for my liking.

I know he's not cheating. Mrs Kent raised him better than that, and he hasn't shown any signs that someone as keen-eyed as me would miss... But what if he is? The man that MY Clark is speaking to is relatively small, has fluffy brown hair, and large round glasses. His entire appearance is rather cutesy, the opposite of me. Does Clark find that attractive? Then, right as I'm about to approach, Clark grabs a napkin, writes something down, and hands it to the twink with a blush.

Did he just give him his number?

The gnawing feeling inside me only grows, but thankfully by the time Clark sees me at our usual table, it's been long enough for me to play it off.

"Good morning, my love." He says with his usual Smallville charm, but along with the usual fluttering heart is a sort of nausea.

"Good morning, handsome."

We eat for a while, then get into the car and return home, the queasy feeling never subsiding. He's cheating. He wouldn't. But what if he is?

As the car pulls up, I open my mouth, but hesitate. What if he's not and me accusing him destroys our relationship? I can talk to him about it tonight...

He 'helps' me out of the car and up the stairs, pausing at the door of Wayne Manor before kissing me deeply and opening the door, eyes locked on mine. "Happy anniversary." He says, gesturing inside.

The entryway is entirely decked out with flowers. Not only roses, but anything with petals. My mouth opens and closes a few times before I look back up a him. "You said you didn't want us to do anything big this year, just have coffee." Which was rather suspicious, now that I think back on it.

"Because you always out do me. This time I could show you just how much I love you." He leads me inside by my hand to the theater room we have family movie nights at, the room decked out in flowers and candles, with a picnic in the middle. "It was a pain to coordinate this with the florist, but before you got to the cafe, I was told that everything was ready."

Any remnants of jealousy turn into guilt. The twink was setting this up. "I..." Tears prick my eyes but I blink them away. I'm Batman for fucks sake... I don't cry. "I saw you with him and I thought that..."

Clark's face immediately morphs into sadness before it's overtaken by a gentle smile. "I would never cheat on you. I have eyes for only you, and if I ever even hug someone for too long, you can use Kryptonite on me."

"And the number on the napkin?"

"In case something went wrong and I had to keep you out of the house even longer." Guiding me to the picnic, he picks up a bottle of wine and gives us both a glass, then presses play. It's...

Us. It's a skillfully crafted montage of all of our moments, both as our civilian and superhero selves. He went through all of this trouble... "I love you. I'm so sorry I thought that. I know you're not that kind of person, and I've never been happier to be wrong."

"To ten years." Clark says, offering his wine glass.

"To ten years." I echo, clinking my own against his.

[ian-galagher]

This tag game was brought to you by the lovely lemony @depressedstressedlemonzest 🥰🧡

What are some movie /tv quotes that you quote often?

The Office, all the time... When I'm frustrated I'm Jan going JUST JUST JUST JUST!!!!! She then violently kisses Michael which I can happily say I don't do :)

What is your favorite flower?

I like the butterfly bush! For attracting butterflies 🥰

If you were in Avatar the Last Airbender what element would you want to bend? Earth, fire, water or air?

Fire!

What was your first job?

Newspaper round. I hated getting up at 4 but I saw sooo many animals around town! A buzzard once swooped down in front of my nose, chasing a jackdaw. Lots of hedgehogs out and about too. Plenty of snoring to be heard from open windows as well...

What is your favorite breakfast?

Plain yogurt with fresh fruit and honey!

What's a meal from childhood that you love?

A big bowl of steaming porridge with sugar on top and soup made from homemade broth! The best!

What's your favorite joke to tell?

Uuh ooh... I don't really have a joke ready at hand. I usually play off other people... I'm sure I'll think of LOADS later....

What's your favorite animal to see at the zoo?

SO MANY! I absolutely love polar bears, the sarus crane is stunning, and sloths! There's a couple at my local zoo who are being fed quite well and they RACE through the trees at an alarming speed really... apparently they're the best breeding sloths of any zoo 😅😂 not that lazy after all... 😏

What's your go to quick meal to cook/make at home?

Noodles with lots of veggies and nuts or a bowl of spaghetti!

What's your go to meal to cook someone to impress them?

Oeh! Coq au vin or chicken roast, which funnily enough is super easy to make but people LOVE it. It's all in the spices...

What's something you want to do better?

Talk to people, be social, which I struggle with a lot

If you're working do you like your job?

Anything keeping me away from writing is evil! But no, I love most of it 😁

Do you collect anything? What?

Souvenirs, trinkets, and I like to take home streamers after a concert 😁 I've got a great scrapbook with setlists, ticket stubs, that sort of thing

If you were trapped in a kids tv show, what show would you be okay with being trapped in?

The Powerpuff Girls! Just as a bystander though, not a superhero 😬 too scary!

An adults tv show?

Our Flag Means Death? Not sure I'd survive for long but it looks like so much fun! Being on a boat with a bunch of fellow gay people! I guess it's the most like being on Tumblr 😁

What kind of job did you want as a child?

A writer. In school I wrote endless stories about the most beautiful goose I'd seen in a field nearby. I named her Daisy. She was far prettier than the other boring white geese, with her brown stripes and busy pattern. It wasn't until years later that I read that the females are white and the males brown... I was ahead of my time writing about a trans goose.

Do you follow any sports? What team do you root for?

Nope! None! 😁

If you could be any animal what would you be and why?

Something with wings so I could fly with my head in the clouds 🥰

If you could be any mythological creature what would you be and why?

I've always like the Phoenix! Wings again, and their colors are so nice, orange-red 🥰 okay I looked up why they're always that color and they're based on the gold pheasant! Even better!

(look at the DOF in that photo... what do we think guys, F2.8?) 😉😂

What's the most obscure thing you've had to google for a fanfic you were writing/reading?

I'm still not over this: glow in the dark condoms?! This one reviewer said he had to sit with his dick in the light for so long that his erection had gone by the time it actually glowed in the dark... amazing. I guess some people wanna get dicked down by a light saber?

What milkovich do you identify with most?

Mickey. I'd love to be him and flip everyone off and not give a fuck but I could never! 😬😂

Which one are you actually like the most?

Tough one! Iggy?? I'm nothing like Mandy, Sandy, or (thank god) Terry...

What Gallagher do you identify with most?

Franny! I've never worn a dress or anything other than a pair of hiking boots (they're SO COMFORTABLE!!!! Why would anyone want to walk on anything else?!) and Ian and Mickey would be my favorite uncles too 🥰

Which one are you actually like the most?

Liam. Kinda serious and looking at everyone like they've lost their minds 😂

Tagging a whole bunch of wonderful people!!

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EVELYN DEAVOR is based on EVELYN / SCREENSLAVER from The Incredibles 2. She is a 40 year old HUMAN, DEVTECH CO-CEO, and uses she/her pronouns. She has NO POWERS.

Important History

evelyn only has eyes for changing the world - no matter the cost or the push back. more often than not, people didn't know what was good for them and it was her responsibility to make them see what was

ever since she was a little kid, she had been too smart for her own good, too smart for her peers or even her parents - even though they'd created devtech from the ground up. intelligence ran through the deavors genes and they were smart enough to try not to hold her back

science was the future; technology would change their lives for the better, if only humanity understood that. but no, instead they relied on Supers instead of trying to better their own lives

the woman hated them, but nowhere near as much as she loathed them when her parents were robbed and decided to put their lives in superheroes hands. hands that were now stained with their blood

they died pointlessly and evelyn has never forgiven them

that anger, the rage that had always been the driving force inside of her, danced beautifully with her belief that she was better than everyone else around her. better and far more intelligent

she never got close to anyone around her, they were cogs in a machine that she held the keys to, and they were all replaceable. even her brother if he decided to work against her but she hoped it would never come to that.

ruthless and determined, evelyn was a force to be reckoned with, never letting a single person threaten her empire or her independence without dire consequences

evelyn is constantly fidgeting, tapping pens or bouncing her leg when she's sitting down. evelyn has so much extra energy and bi vibes that she cannot sit still or normally to save her life. she's always moving around unless she's being serious in which case she is completely still

carries around a sketchbook filled with invention ideas or equations. they often make sense to no one else but they make perfect sense to her. the sketchbook travels everywhere with her and it's not unusual for her to wake up in the middle of the night and furiously start scribbling something

loves a cable knit sweater. though, on principal, evelyn hates anything related to her parents and their weak-willed need to rely on supers, she did love her father's sweaters, wearing them when she was sick as a child. it grew into a symbol of comfort so she wears them often when she's home alone, relaxing for the night

has always been interested in hypnosis. even at a young age, she had started researching it after seeing a gimmicky show at a carnival once with a magician who had asked for volunteers.

ever since, she had been looking into how powerful hypnosis could be and now that she was in evermore with a brother and enemies that couldn't remember a thing, it seemed like the opportune time to change their story

ambition is the fire in evelyn's veins. making discoveries of the century became old hat and there's no limit to what she will do to become the best. to become the greatest tech inventor the world has ever seen

has perfected the act of being a team player and being relaxed and easy-going. no one likes a wound-up, 'type a' employer and at this point, no one knows that's exactly who she is

APPEARANCE

Face Claim: anne hathaway

Height: 5'8"

Build: slim

Eye Color: hazel

Hair Color: dark brown

Piercings: ears (3x)

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: brilliant, innovative, determined, ambitious

Negative Traits: extreme, snarky, machiavellian, cold

Likes: designer bags, controlling others, "unsolvable" puzzles that she can solve, wine, gameshows, hot yoga, pinstripes

Dislikes: her pizza being delivered cold, being interrupted, her brother's love for superheroes, mansplainers, relying on anyone, humanity, doubting science

Phobias: atychiphobia

Hobbies: buying tech companies, inventing, people watching

Aesthetic: hypnotic patterns thrown against a beige wall, white noise machines in another room, worn-in cable knit sweaters, doing escape rooms just to beat the record, the speed of technology advances, soaking in a hot bath with a glass of wine after a long day, knowing without a doubt you're the smartest person in a room, not having time for guilt

FAMILY

Mother: madeline deavor ( deceased )

Father: logan deavor ( deceased )

Sibling(s): winston deavor ( older brother )

Pet(s): n/a

[nightguide]

IWANNABEAHEROOOOOO: kids police toy starter pack

like ur ass wanna feel good as white as white as black as a 'shutup' is to a hispanic community to a traumatised paki on the interwebs rn

this is how you shut the fuck up criminal minds style.

so you think you're Reid

that yt guy at the back does all the counting numbers for you while the black honcho at the right is all u need to feel buff and strong anyday, i get ya

this is how you outsmart tiktok

forget how beautiful this asshole is

you don't want him as your 'boyfriend' or else he will narcissistically whoop ur ass into a swivel chair working for 'his algorithm', u don't want to become a 'script' (R.I.P Penelope Garcia for speaking up sooner) give the FBI badge to her and she would kill you, this is how you give the ranks to her and do criminal shit ur own way in other TV shows to say ur that cool enough to find shit ur mom is worth looking for

Glibness/superficial charm (basically being nice) = you have to see their motives in the end, 'like i know you killed a bitch, how did you do it?' and you have to make a model of their accusation cuz they do in every way, look like a bitch, use ur music tastes to support that motive straight away, like i know it ain't Nicki but the nigga been listening to Drake and he ain't saying shit, so Drake must have had a initiative to weaken his enemies before making the 'kind guy' look like the demon, (and so on) like you gotta support 'the bitch is dead cuz u listened to X artist' and you don't like everybody but to support your own philosophy as a practicing musician (i was a Lovatic from 2008 and Demi does not have shit for me to say that i like her music but i am a self-made musician of my own genre of kick ass to the brown community (most vulnerable) at the back, so i know my fanbase cuz the mf ain't no God, so u gotta protect ur own agenda cuz celebrities are everywhere like zombies

Grandiose sense of self worth (bitch, i know ur dad personally *or whoever family member u got along with 10 years before meeting them in a people algorithm event in time*) = okay, so you know my blog and i got a list, and so you justify your own list. the Glee cast are the good guys, so associate it with them to ur own equivalent and you know the bitch is a reasonable lore post the year Glee ended, (like Harper wanted more than that cuz Finn annihilated her chances from 2019 on)

Need for stimulation (your role as a police officer) = you have an obsession, make that a reality to your works as a philosopher, police force have a theory of their own doing which is why they always work to their own thesis to outdo the last bitch that did them too wrong or too good to be here, you primordially hate the bitch to no reality that you winning an argument is your smug right back, like fuck. go Robocop

Pathological lying (reasons to be a goddamn superhero) = be okay with anxiety cuz u train that shit for optimism, always take the scenic route

Conning/manipulative (stay being a sex symbol, like fuck. sell ur relative/s to science if that means ur now police officer) = what is a police officer to you, yea go Bowie or be yourself, be gay af. be good with ur aesthetic that bitch whining wiccas will copy u in 100 years now that ur wrinkles will never fade... but will remain the same in your X relatives eyeballs seeing you look this good

Lack of remorse/guilt (reasons to be a good man but never a good guy) = okay, something may have happened to you that 'made you feel like you were unforgotten' so that is another life saved, you saved them realistically and they told your story cuz that life was yours at some point and that is you in actual reality (you hated life too deeply and that is how you emerged in the creative arts in kindness) approach that cuz that is your superhero mind emerging as a gold star martyrdom to a life he/she/them life saved elsewhere like yours (you're not acting anymore, that's reality)

Shallow affect (you being yourself is actually a curse, so you be the teacher: how you actually feel like a badass while you are being true to yourself is how you outsmart every other spoiled brat like you existing (your anger) = you're not wrong. if anybody errs then have a reason to fight their 'philosophy' cuz they're more attracted to their parents or siblings to take you down cuz that's how they want what you have, so protect that by speaking up for yourself, be aware of the things you dream are of you, so you're that minority now

Callous/lack of empathy (blame games) go conspiracy theorist on their ass and see who they literally side with (loser (poor background) is good but reminder of 'that one relative that made you famous' is actually a death sentence, so use that excuse to beat them up, karma is real)

Parasitic lifestyle (creating a new ideal to settle other police force agenda cuz one of them now has a mole, so sabotage their career to make them learn humbly) = everyday is a real crime situation that makes a lifelong goal in the end, you don't 'just go there', you are, money is the root to all evilest ways to you have to make sure you spend well with who you are, be charitable to an extent that you know who your real enemies are in the end (poorer backgrounds make very good private eyes in the end, so take initiative to what the evil eye can do to you in the end) just make sure there are no buddha's in the team

Poor behavioural controls (learn how to be an idiot) = play with the idea that you're too good and be okay with losing a fight so you know how to switch controls on them growing up (arrogance in your opponents makes them more weaker knowing the daily pattern, like in that drama Prison Break) so it works in circles and you know how the cycle works rotationally to see where you can find ways to hack their philosophy on TV (give Garcia a break is learning to see through her bullshit to Reid's 'So Random!' on Disney Channel, all crime drama's hell (emotional cavity to a premature baby's life is nothing helps them but be 'that guy' to your mother's reason to abort the winning idea, so no change in the team) is that

Promiscuous sexual behaviour (stay with your best friends for life) = you know who they are, somebody at some point has told you the ideals of that best friend who is like of the 'Glee- no. that was me. i told you that, but how????? you are a... and you know how good as shit you are against a Schue. that bitch is dead on Pushing Daisies and you deserve to make yourself feel seen on 9gag with an open opinion for you to pin a bitch to a goal you hate cuz you're that of the... and you know who's who str8 away

Early behaviour problems (childhood shit that does NOT leave you til your adult self is truly happy af) = you're petty. now never.. stop being petty, find petty role models (mine was personally the White Witch from Narnia, cuz ur cold self is a metaphor of what everybody thinks ur like when ur pissed and when u meet them, ur mind is blown cuz u never thought u would be that cold until u discover that u got a warm side that was shared in ur group of 5 in a DnD game of supreme DC/MARVEL badass bitches that are supergood at something and that is like... rare in your life cuz that is like ur life goals, yk what i mean

Lack of realistic, long-term goals (best friend shit with that brother u love since life is forever) that is like ur the phone case to their phone charm, but u know that is the only 2 that matters but like, u know everybody has a cute side with that brother u love too much for their own good which is like 'u touch her or I WILL KILL YOU' cuz ur lives is too similar to each other like that

Impulsivity (what do bff's do if the world is actually superhero) yea, die for that world. it is shit af. watch ARY or FOX news on BBC or something 24/7, hear ur relatives complain, now die for those bitches that are not even dead before you cuz they're the ones who ruined ur life long term, think about the teachers who ignored ur life by not seeing you, they're now similar to surgeons who fucked up too hard on looking at you when you were the one who needed saving and not them, they're the ones who are too jealous over your stance rn on living. now kill them

[jjtheresidentbaby]

yo jj! (im back again) regarding marvel asks n stuff im just gonna do a wild guess and request something, hmm idk—little!peter related IDK MAN but anything with him in it would be so great

— 🐝

Movie Night

|| Peter Parker x Avengers Team

notes ; The team finding out peters a little? The team finding out peters a little. 🤝

warnings ; pet names, pacifiers, peter being insecure about his regression

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Peter loves having a room of his own in the Avengers tower, it’s decorated how he wants it, it’s freaking huge, and most importantly, the door locks.

The door locks to keep everyone he wants out, there’s even a code on it that only he knows, it’s actually just his and Mj’s birthdays added together typed in backwards, but— who would guess that?

Parker considers himself to be on his own when he sneaks into the bedroom after a long patrol or heavy mission that left far too many injuries with far too little victories. He can regress in his room without worry, asking Friday to make sure the doors locked, grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen beforehand, sharing that weirdly knowing look Natasha and him do when she catches him scurrying towards his room with a bag of cookies hanging from his mouth.

It’s perfect, so much better than when he’d spend his time worrying that May would walk in without warning, catching him with old stuffed animals held to his chest or god forbid a pacifier in his mouth. The tower defeats all that anxiety, letting him be as small as he wants for as long as he wants, as long as the doors closed and he doesn’t tell anyone the code. Two rules, easy to follow and remember.

-

What Peter never accounted for is that Tony can access all of Fridays information with a click of a button, it’s all laid out for him to see, including Peters door password.

But there’s no time to plan around that now as Peter is sitting helplessly in the middle of his bed. There’s cartoons on the Tv, his old brown bear in his arms, soft blue crewneck hanging loosely off his frame, and most notably, a sage green pacifier in his mouth.

He had gone on a mini shopping spree after Mr. Stark paid him for his first mission with the avengers— he didn’t even know they got paid, but Tony gave him cash— which was all spent in the matter of two weekends. Now Peter has a nice selection of little gear tucked into his closet at the tower.

“Kid you’ve locked yourself in here for hours now, Bruce wants to watch some rom com and I need you to pick a better movie for movi—.” The words die on Tony’s tongue when he turns fully towards Peter, eyes wide and mouth open in shock, Parker can only tug his bear in closer to his chest.

He doesn’t know what to do. Neither of them do. Tony looks so confused and maybe- angry?- oh god he looks angry! Peter can’t have Mr. Stark mad at him! What is he kicks him out! Or takes his suit away again, or tells the rest of the Avengers, or yells at him, or tells May—

“Kid? I asked you something, you gonna answer?” Oh he’s closer now, arms crossed over his chest, standing directly in front of the foot of the bed, a quirked brow for effect. Peter didn’t hear a word though, he tentatively shakes his head no.

“Are you still coming to movie night?” No, he can’t, not like this, they’d all laugh at him— he’s supposed to be a big strong superhero, not a little kid that really just wants to be held and told everything will be okay.

“Okay. Are you sure? I’m sure the team can put on a kids movie?” Tony urges in an oddly soft tone, his face falling away from the initial shock to a gentle smile.

It does sound kinda nice to watch a movie on the big Tv in the living room, and Peter really likes movie nights where he can sit between Natasha and Tony…….

“Nothin scary.” Tony breaks into a grin as he nods easily, reaching to ruffle Peters hair.

“Nothing scary, I promise. You ready to go?” While Stark does offer up a hand, Peter wants to be picked up, it’s the one thing he’s unable to do on his own, so he makes grabby hands for Tony in a sheepish way until Stark rolls his eyes before bending to place Parker on his hip.

-

They make their way down the long hallway with Tony murmuring facts he knows about age regression, telling Peter how proud he is that the tower is somewhere he feels safe enough to regress, how Tony’s always going to be there if Peter needs— really just turning Parker into a blushing mess before they reach the living room.

“There you two are! Where have you bee-?” Bruce immediately stops talking, eyebrows furrowed thickly together, making everyone else pause their conversations to turn towards Tony and Peter, all equally as surprised.

“Nat!” Peters whole face lights up seeing the redhead, his pacifier almost falling to the ground if Tony wasn’t there to secure it back in place.

“Spiderling! You havin’ a good night?” She stands immediately, abandoning her spot beside Clint to rush over to where Tony and Peter are.

“Mm! Mr. Stark said we watchin’ good movie, nothin scary.” Natasha hums along, plucking Peter into her own arms despite Tony’s huffing of disapproval.

“Well now we are, can’t scare you can we?” The brunette giggles when Nat scrunches her nose up with a head shake, flopping down onto the couch back beside Clint, wrapping an arm around Peters back to make sure he won’t fall.

“Did you just do this to get out of watching my pick?” Bruce turns to Tony to roll his eyes at the other man’s shrug.

“Look at him, how could you say no to that Bruce?” Tony defends with a motion over to Peter, his smile beaming when Banner turns to laugh lightly at the sight of him sprawled over Natasha, bordering on also crushing Clint.

“Touché Stark, but we’re so watching my movie next time.” Everyone agrees to that, quickly settling down once a child’s movie gets chosen, although the team is all too consumed watching Peter nuzzle into Natasha’s side while reaching an arm over Clint as he feels a bit bad only laying with Nat, nobody complains over the adorable sight.

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Colour of Fire

Summary: Sky High, Warren Peace/Reader, Soulmate AU, you see colour when you first see your soulmate; Reader transfers after the events of Sky High

Powers, you have powers. You knew it was a little more common that everyone let on, all those heroes and villains had to come from somewhere and you never had given thought to where they went to school. You had assumed they could all control their powers but as you realised walking up to Sky High that it was not the case. You grimace a little, worried you’ll slip up and get on someone’s bad side.

There’s a group of people sitting around and you’re about to walk past them when one calls out.

“Y/N, right?” You know he must recognise you from the news, or maybe all people with powers get told of each other; it would make sense, easier to hide that way.

You were nervous, you’d developed powers overnight, neither of your parents had powers and you weren’t sure where they came from. Everything was black and white still, you were a little surprised that going to Sky High, the school for superhero’s didn’t reveal your soulmate. You’d gotten a tour from Layla and she was happy to let you sit with her and her other friends.

They were saying how you’d come into the school at a good time; there had been some issues with a villain at the school, but now that it was resolved a loy of the clique problems had vanished. You’d learned that the school usually divided the students into heroes and sidekicks based on their power levels.

While they still did that; you didn’t have the best control so you were in the sidekick group, it wasn’t as an intense social divide as it had been.

“So your soulmate here?” Magenta grins and you shake your head.

“No still black and white for me, you?”

“Saw them the second I laid eyes on these two.” She gestures and laughs and you grin at her, happy that your new friends are together. Layla and Will had been soulmates since they were little kids so no one was surprised.

“Warren hasn’t found his soulmate either, so you won’t be the only one to not understand colours.”

“Warren?”

“Mhm, he has a cold today..” Will howls with laughter and you frown, wondering why his friend being sick is so funny.

When Warren shows up later in the week, fire dancing on his fingers you understand why him having a cold was so funny. When they flames disappear and he shakes your hand, looking you in the eyes, do you realizes how relieved you are that your powers are water based. You blame his heat on the steam between both of you, not the sudden realization at how beautiful the brown of his eyes is.

“Oh.”

“What?” Lyala interrupts and Warren grins, your stomach fluttering at it.

“Never thought I’d be happy to have my flames extinguished, but here we are. What else can you do then?”

“Not much, I don’t have good control…”

“Well let's turn up the heat and see what happens?” He laughs again and you can’t help the water that soaks him, causing steam to rise up from his hair and clothes as he dries himself off.

Warren stays by your side and carefully explains the best way to get to every class, what the teachers are like and the best places to sit for lunch, one of which is with him. He winks when he says that and it makes you blush a little.

“So you don’t know how you got powers?”

“Yeah both my parents are non-powered. Little bit of a shock when I woke up and everything was floating…”

“I’ve heard of that happening before, I mean Mr. Big Shot himself was a late bloomer.” Warren waves his hand over to where Will and Layla are sitting.

“Yeah and you're half the reason I ended up getting them in the first place!” Will waves back. You know there’s probably a really good story behind that, like all hero’s you supposed but you focus back on what Warren is saying.

“Being a late bloomer isn’t anything to be ashamed about, just means you get more free passes.” He smirks a little and you shrug,

“I have okay control, well unless I get scared or angry, or…”

“Too emotional, yeah I understand that. I’m pyrokinetic, so I feel a little too much and then things go on fire, not the safest.”

“Sounds pretty bad, have you had any issues recently?”

“No, pretty much after the whole uhh villain thing, with Royal Pain…”

“What happened there? All the civilians got told was that there was an issue with some superheroes.”

“That’s basically it.” He grins at you and you smile back.

You’ve been dating Warren for three weeks. In that time he’s actually helped you figure out your power control and the things that seemed to trigger it the worst. So far the biggest trigger seemed to be you being cold which was something Warren was always happy to cuddle you to relieve.

“You okay Y/N?”

“Huh, yeah…” You blink out of your stupor and Warren gives you a look that say you’ll be talking later.

Later is actually in the hallway on the way to class when he pulls you into one of the empty classrooms.

“Whats..”

“My mom cheated on my dad which is why my powers were late…”

“Oh. Fucking hell Y/N, when did you figure that out?”

“Last night.. He was a villain, got out of jail, my mom made a comment about it and my dad got pissed, then they argued and she told him and I was coming back from school so i heard it..”

“You should be, uh not here. I was going to say go home, but that’s probably not the best..” You can't help but laugh at that and Warren grins back. 

“Glad I didn't upset you.”

“I do think you could ever upset me, one of the things I love about you.”

“Love?” he questions and now you're laughing nervously.

“yeah, I uh, I love you.”

“I love you too, now how about we go get some chinese food?”

“You’re just saying that because I can get you a staff discount.” He grins and you nod laughing when he pulls you in for a hug kissing you.

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Part 2

Dave Lizewski x Reader

Request by @butterflyangelsworld2002: Hey! Thank you for my story request! The tutor fanfic was actually awesome! I wanted to make my request more specific as you mentioned before posting the story! I wanted to make the story about Valerie Hazelwood being the new girl at school, sits nexts to Dave Lizewski in one of her classes and that's where the love sparks come in place where they become friends into lovers while seeing each other. I dont know if it's too late to put in that request but that's my idea.

Warnings: Innocent Flirting, maybe just a little cursing, a tiny hint at drugs

A/N: Just so you know, Dave isn't Kickass in this. He does still get jumped, and the rumor of him being gay still happens.

Usually, when you see a beautiful blonde-haired girl, you usually aren’t quick to assume that she likes nerds. You would normally think she’d go for a guy who likes sports and manly things. But that was the complete opposite of what Valerie Hazelwood wanted.

Valerie is a beautiful 17-year-old girl with blonde hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, full round lips, and high cheekbones. Growing up, many compared her to Barbie. But she wasn’t Barbie. She wasn’t the stereotypical popular blonde girl. Sure she had many friends but were they really her friends if they knew nothing about her. Her “friends” at her old school would try and hook her up with other popular kids, but Valerie found no interest in them.

Now, Valerie wasn’t dumb, but she also wasn’t the brightest. Her father had hired a boy named Xavier Washington, who was a nerd, and that was when she found what type of person she clicked with. Xavier would talk for hours about Star Wars, superheroes, and some video game that had just been released, and Valerie would just listen, fascinated by the sound of his voice and how excited these topics made him feel. It was their 3rd tutoring session, right before a test, where Valerie expressed her interest in his interests. Xavier thought she was trying to get him to help her cheat on her test, and wasn’t for it. He never spoke to her in the halls, and it made her sad that he would just assume like that. Valerie’s parents saw that she was no longer the happy, cheerful girl that they had raised.

Valerie transferred to Millard Fillmore High School, all the way on the other side of town, where she would have a completely new start. She was happy when she heard the news. No one knew her. No one to judge her. Somewhere where she was an equal.

Valerie stood on the steps, outside the school, taking a deep breath before entering the massive building. She asked a random kid for instructions to the front office where she met the principal, got her schedule from the lady at the front desk, and made her first friend. Her first friend was a girl named Katie Deauxma, who was also her guide. Katie was a brunette with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Katie showed her the library, the computer lab, where her classes were, and the cafeteria all before the "5 til school starts" bell. Katie was nice, and Valerie was sure that she was a true friend.

Just in case Valerie forgot, Katie led her to her first period. "I'll meet you outside your class to help you to second period, okay?" Katie tells the girl. Valerie nods and smiles before walking into class. She walked into her first class, chemistry. Students walked in and sat at their designated lab tables. The teacher was nowhere to be found, so Valerie awkwardly stood by the door, waiting.

Three boys entered the class. The boy in the front looked uncomfortable, while the other two boys behind him were laughing at him. Valerie had to admit that they were all cute, granted, they all looked like nerds. The boy in the front had silky brown curls and circular glasses. One of the boys behind him also had glasses, but his glasses were more rectangular. The third boy had curls that were just as curly as the boy in front, but a lighter shade of brown.  "I can't believe you've been keeping this secret from us!" the boy with the lighter brown curls said pretty loudly.

"Todd, I already told you that I'm not gay," The curly-haired boy replied annoyingly. They walk past Valerie, not even noticing her. She continues to watch the interaction. "You're just in denial, Dave. It's okay, we support you and your choice to date guys," The other boy says. The boy who I guess is Dave rolls his eyes and says, "sure, Marty." They sit down at their assigned tables, right as the bell rings.

The teacher walks in, noticing the girl standing by the door. "Oh, you scared me there. You must be our new student," the teacher says. She grabs her clipboard and says, "Valerie, is it?" Valerie nods, earning a smile from her teacher. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Valerie. I'm Mrs. Evans, your new chemistry teacher. I think I'm going to sit you next to Dave. Dave, raise your hand!" She calls out.

The boy with dark brown curls and circular glasses looks up. Noticing what Mrs. Evans had asked of him, he complies, raising his hand. "That is Dave, your new lab partner. He'll catch you up on this week's notes. Now, go have a seat."

Valerie complied, walking toward the seat next to Dave. She sits down in her seat, placing her bag next to her foot. Valerie looks at Dave to see him looking back at her with a shy smile. She gives him a smile back, and he looks away, embarrassed. Even though he turned away from Valerie, she couldn't help but notice Dave's beautifully long eyelashes. She wanted to see them once more, so she decided to get his attention. "So, Mrs. Evans says you can help catch me up with this week's note," she says, pulling out her notebook.

Dave looks back at her, and Valerie stares into his steel-blue eyes lovingly. Dave nervously goes into his backpack, pulling out his notebook. "Um-yeah-uh-sure. Yeah, you can borrow my notes," He says, handing over his notes. Valerie doesn't respond. "Uhh- Valerie?" Dave says, getting Valerie's attention. She shakes her head, bringing her focus back to the notes. Her hands start to shake as she slowly grabs onto Dave's notebook, their fingers slightly touching.

"Thanks!" She says, turning her head away from the curly-haired boy. She spends the rest of class collecting notes from Dave and Mrs. Evans.

After class, Valerie quietly hands back Dave's notebook and makes her way out of the classroom. Dave notices and calls out to her. "Valerie!" Valerie turns at the call of her name, seeing Dave. "Hey, I-we- me and my friends were wondering if you wanted to join us at the comic shop, after school."

Valerie can feel the air leave her lungs as she watches Dave look at her with a hopeful look. "Um." She looks behind him to see the two boys from earlier. She's reminded of the conversation he was having with his friends earlier. "Is her really gay?" Valerie thought to herself. Her face grew sad, but she responds with, "Uh- Sure."

Dave smiles, "Okay, so I'll see you after school then."

"Okay."

Dave, with the same smile on his face, leaves the classroom. His friends follow him out, but not without Valeri receiving a wink from Todd. She blushes. At least she knew that if Dave didn't like her, there were plenty of cute nerds here.

When she knew Dave and his friends were gone, Valerie left the chemistry classroom. Valerie forgot about what Katie told her earlier and was spooked when Katie was right in her face as she exited the room. She jumped at the sight of the brunette in front of her. "You know Dave Lizewski?" Katie asked right away. We started our walk to my next class.

"Not really, but he is my lab partner, and he invited me to a comic shop later. Why?"

"He's the talk of the school... Well, besides you. I heard from some of my friends that he was gay," She said cautiously.

"How do you know this?"

"Dave's friend, Todd I believe, said that Dave was jumped. And when he arrived at the hospital, he wasn't wearing any clothes. Everyone in school believes Dave was jumped while doing some suspicious activities. I think the "gay" rumor is better than the "drug dealer" or "drug addict" rumors."

Valerie was confused. So, everyone believes Dave is gay based off of a rumor? "Did Dave ever accept these rumors?"

"No, but it's okay if he wants to stay closeted."

Valerie really had to think about all that was said in the past hour. She wondered if she truly had a shot with one of the cutest nerds she's ever seen. Dave had looked fine to her. He didn't look like he had been jumped. She couldn't help but wonder if this event occurred a while before her arrival and if this was just some old news. But the way his friends talked to him, she wondered if maybe he had just recovered from what happened.

And that was how the rest of her day went.

Dave, Todd, and Marty all waited outside for their new friend. It was weird for the boys. Girls never really found anything they did interesting. So when Valerie agreed to go to a comic shop with the three of them, they were ecstatic. Anytime Todd or Marty talked about Valerie, Dave would stay quiet to not bring attention to his beet-red face, but his friends knew. The rest of Dave’s day was full of his friends rubbing his newfound crush in his face.

When Valerie walked out of school with Katie, Dave's torture had just gotten worse. "Oooh, Dave!" Marty called out in a sing-song voice. Dave looked to where Marty and Todd were watching to see both of his crushes walking out together, and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before his friends started cracking jokes about it.

Dave heard laughing right next to him. “Dave must have a massive boner right now, don’t you, Dave?” Todd chuckled. Dave rolled his eyes and continued to watch the two girls socialize with each other. He watched as their heads slightly rolled back with laughter as they spoke about whatever they were speaking about.

“Hey Dave, you okay there?” Dave didn’t know who had just spoken, but it did bring him out of his trance. He turned towards his friends and saw the smirks that lay on their faces. Marty scoffed and said, “Damn, you’re hooked!”

Dave was going to say something but was cut off by Valerie walking toward them. “Hey fellas! How’s it going?” She said with a bright smile.

“We’re doin’ okay, beautiful. How about yourself?” Todd asked the girl. The girl blushed at the compliment. 

“It’s going well. Are you all ready to go?” The wind blew, causing Valerie’s hair to flow through the air. Dave watched the girl's hair lift up, revealing her pierced ears. It was only when Valerie turned to notice Dave’s brown curls blow past his face, that he noticed that he was staring. 

Valerie and Dave continued to stare at each other. “Oh- um- yeah, we can go,” Dave answers, nervously. Todd and Marty move their heads back and forth between the two, watching how they respond to each other before slowly leaving the two.

“You’re really pretty,” Dave subconsciously admitted. Valerie giggled and the boy, making him blush. “I have to say that you are just as much handsome,” She responded to his comment.

“I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Oh!” Valerie became sad at the thought of him being gay.

“No! No, not like that! I mean- you are very pretty, but-” Dave was cut off by Valerie.

“You’re gay. Is that it?” She asked.

She watched as Dave’s eyes furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Well, everyone was telling me about how you were in this accident, and you were without clothes. They told me you were gay,” Valerie explained.

“What? That’s absurd! I’m not gay! If I was, I wouldn’t like you the way I do, now would I?” He scoffed.

Valerie was confused, “You like me- like me?”

Dave looked at the girl, nervously scratching his head. “Yeah,” he said sheepishly. Valerie blushed a dark shade of red. She stared the boy in the eye with a loving smile. “I like you too,” She smiled. 

Dave took one more second to look the girl in the eye before pulling her in for a kiss. The kiss deepened as Valerie kissed the boy back. Their lip moved in sync for a whole minute before they pulled away from each other. Once again, the two watched each other with loving eyes.

“Ahem!” someone sounded from beside them. Their attention broke away from one another and onto the one who made the sound. They turned to find Todd and Marty once again next to them with smiling smirks on their faces. “I knew it!” Todd yelled out. Marty hit his chest and said, “No you didn’t! You thought Dave was gay, just like I did.” He rolled his eyes. “Now, are you two coming or not?”

Dave looked at the beautiful girl next to him. He held out his arm and said, “Shall we, my beautiful princess.”

Valerie grabbed ahold of Dave’s arm, and gave him a nod of her head before saying, “We shall, my good prince.”

“Then we shall ride through the sunset together on a beautiful steed!”

“Wow, you really are a nerd,” Valerie said, making the four of them laugh as they made their way through the New York streets.

Taglist: @littlered6307

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey Olivia !! I hope you’re having a wonderful day ! I I was wondering if I can request a fic !! Bucky celebrating your birthday with friends . Maybe husband/dad Bucky or best friend (to lover) Bucky ! Whatever you feel like ! Sending you love Ollie xoxo

Don't Wanna Miss A Thing || Bucky Barnes

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, unprotected sex, fluff WC: 1.8k

Bucky Masterlist

You woke to a soft kiss on your forehead and watched Bucky’s silhouette flutter into focus as your eyes adjusted to the predawn light. Your eyes closed once again with a sleepy smile and you rolled off his pillow to give him space to join you.

“I missed you.” You murmured, feeling the bed dip as he climbed in and pulled you into his arms.

“I missed you too beautiful,” Bucky said with a yawn. “Sorry, it’s been a long few days.”

You knew that meant he hadn’t had a wink of sleep since he left your bed and so you snuggled closer to rest your head on his chest. “You’re home babe, you can sleep now.”

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not missing a minute more of your birthday."

His fingertips drew lazy circles across your skin as you both watched the sun break the horizon and flood the room in its warm glow. All too soon you heard the creak of the floorboards in the hall and Bucky’s smile grew wider at the sound alone before he grabbed the blankets and pulled them over his head. 

A head of brown hair and pair of blue eyes peeked through the doorway, the excited smile quickly drooping when your son didn’t immediately spot his dad. He looked at the teddy in his hand, a superhero Build-a-Bear that had an embroidered vibranium arm - just what Bucky had promised he would get while he was away. 

“What’s wrong JJ?” You asked as you nudged Bucky to stay quiet.

“I thought…daddy was home.” JJ hiccuped as he started to get emotional and hugged the teddy. “I miss him.”

The sheet fell away and JJ screamed with excitement as he climbed up the bed and scrambled across. 

“I missed you too buddy.” Bucky soothed as he pulled his son into his arms before reaching for you to join. “So, so much.”

“If you really missed us that much you wouldn’t go away again.” JJ pouted, his blue eyes shimmering with tears.

Bucky ruffled the dark brown hair atop James Jr’s head and placed a soft kiss on the mess. “I have to go away sometimes but I will always come back.”

“There’s a lot of people out there that need daddy’s help, sweetheart. It makes it his responsibility to try, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss us terribly when he’s away.” You explained. “He still makes it home for all the important things, the unmissable things. Did you know he was on a mission the day you were born?”

“No.” The young man sat up straighter with eagerness to hear the tale. 

“He sprinted the entire length of the city trying to make it in time to see you arrive.” You laughed remembering the day like it was only yesterday. You had been so worried he wouldn’t make it but then he crashed through the doors and into the delivery room where you were holding back the urge to push. “And he made it, just like he promised.”

“I promised I would never miss a birthday and do you know whose birthday it is today?” Bucky asked JJ as he pointed to you. “It’s mommy’s! So you need to give her a super big hug before we all get dressed and go out for breakfast.”

“It’s not a birthday without birthday waffles.” JJ giggled as he wrapped his little arounds around your neck. “Happy birthday mom.”

“Thank you again for looking after him, Morgan. If you have any trouble just call me or Bucky or your mom, or call out to EDITH.”

“Relax Mrs Barnes, JJ is a great kid. We will be fine playing the new VR game I made, totally immersive, he won’t even realise you guys are gone.” She grinned as she continued unpacking the electronics she had brought with her, so much like her father was except more responsible thanks to Pepper’s genes.

“Come on, doll. Taxi is here.” Bucky called from the doorway. “Morgan’s got this.” 

“Ok, ok.” You sighed and retreated to the honking cab driver, waving once again to JJ before he got too distracted by the new toys she had brought him. “See you in the morning, be good for Morgie, I love you.”

“Love you too mom,” he said as the last of his focus was lost and he grabbed the headset and controller that had emerged from Morgan’s bag.

“Do you remember when he used to cry for us not to go?” you asked as you slipped into the taxi while Bucky held the door open for you. “Where did that little boy go?”

“He grew up and became independent.” Bucky chuckled and sat beside you, slipping his hand into yours. “Maybe that means it’s time for another.”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “Can you imagine going back to sleepless nights, changing diapers, teething? You really do have a short memory my love.”

Bucky cringed as you pointed out the struggles of a newborn. “Must have been that knock to the head I took.”

“We are not conceiving from a concussion, no thank you,” you teased as you brushed your fingers through his hair, feeling a slight bump at the back. “It must have been hard, it still hasn’t fully healed.”

“It’s that damn shield.” Bucky sighed, rubbing the spot. “Some asshole threw me right into it as Sam launched it. You know, for someone who doesn’t have an ounce of serum he’s bloody strong.”

“Poor Sam.” You frowned before laughing at Bucky’s incredulous face.

“Poor Sam?” he repeated. “I got hit.”

“I just mean, Sam would be feeling so guilty," you said as you kissed Bucky’s cheek. “Did that make your boo boo better?”

He turned to catch your next kiss on his lips, humming in satisfaction. “Much better.”

“$25.40,” the cabby shouted through the perspex divider as he came to a stop and you jumped apart at the sudden noise.

Bucky shoved $30 through the slot and got out to open your door while you fought the urge to tell the man to use his inside voice. All words were lost as Bucky took your hand and pulled you into the bustling street and across to the restaurant that was full of all your closest friends. 

“Oh, Bucky, how?” you asked as you waved to friends you hadn’t seen in years, the path of parenthood and life married to a superhero taking you away from them. Seeing them brought back all the memories and when they rushed to embrace you it was a relief to know that time distance couldn’t change the friendship. 

“Where can I find a man like that?” your friend sighed as she watched Bucky continue to greet the other guests. “You are so damn lucky.”

“Don’t I know it.” You chuckled, looping your arm through theirs and aiming for the bar to catch up on everything you had missed. 

You were well on your way to being tipsy when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you leant back into him, inhaling deeply as he cologne filled your senses. 

“Having fun, doll?” he asked quietly in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

“I am,” you said as you turned in his arms and gave him an appreciative kiss, giving your thanks with your lips. “I can’t wait to get home and show you just how much I appreciate the hard work you put into this.”

His eyes darkened beneath the string lights that were hung around the bar and he pulled your hips to his while his lips caressed the sensitive spot at the hollow of your throat. “You had to tell me this now, didn’t you. Torturing me with your tempting body and teasing promises. It’s a good thing I love you.”

You jumped as he nipped your throat and he chuckled at the squeak you produced before stepping away. “Go, have fun.”

“Where are you going?” you asked as he turned you back to your friends. 

He jutted his thumb over his shoulder towards the bathrooms and whispered in your ear. “Bad case of blue balls because of a certain little minx.”

 “Do you need a hand?” you offered, biting your lip at the growl that rumbled from his chest.

“You will be the death of me, Mrs Barnes,” he said with a shake of his head and a small smile as he wove through the crowd to the bathrooms. You were still watching him when he looked over his shoulder at the door and sent a wink across the room.

Your friends had stopped talking and you realised one of them had asked a question. “Sorry, I’ll be back shortly. I think I left my phone in the bathroom.”

They giggled knowingly as you skirted the room and slipped through the darkened doorway. A hand clamped over your mouth as you were pulled into the cleaning closet on the other side and Bucky shut the door behind him. 

“I thought you might follow,” he chuckled in your ear, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” you promised as you unbuckled his belt, his hands working to shimmy your dress over your hips. 

Your movements were rushed with the need to feel him inside you so there was no hesitation when he hooked your legs around his hips and buried himself to the hilt with you braced against the door. You prayed the music of the club drowned out your moans as he stretched and filled you with a furious pace that left your head spinning.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear. “Been wanting to fill you up all day, doll. Feel how hard you make me.”

You couldn’t articulate a response as he pounded into you, your orgasm quickly approaching with every long, hard thrust. Your fingers clutched at his dress shirt, wrinkling the material as you desperately grabbed anything you could for purchase.

“Shhhh,” he chuckled as your cries crescendoed and he silenced you with a deep kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth as he his cock dominated your cunt.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m so close,” you panted breathlessly, the wave of your orgasm cresting and breaking over you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shuddering against you as he found his own release.

“We should get back,” you murmured as he gently lowered you to the floor on shaky legs.

“In a minute, doll.” Bucky straightened your dress and pulled his own pants up before wrapping you back into his arms. “I’m not ready to share you with everyone again just yet.”

[undercoveravenger]

Spitfire

Pairing: Peter Parker x Vigilante!Male!Reader

Requested: No

A/N: It’s a Marvel/DC crossover because I was watching the Flash, Joker would absolutely go on a chaos roadtrip to NYC, and because I said so. Just a heads up, this one turned out long (10 pages in google docs)

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“I dunno, Mr. Stark,” Peter spoke quickly, his voice being transmitted through the headset in his suit, “There’s been basically no villains at all for the past two weeks, hardly even the typical muggers!”

Tony sighed, voices echoing quietly in the background on his end of the call, “Maybe that isn’t a bad thing, Parker.”

“But, Mr. Stark-” Peter protested, slumping back against the rooftop that he’d perched himself on. He’d taken up residence when he realized that his rounds were going to be pointless once again.

“Look, kid, I’m busy.” The voices in the background of Tony’s audio had grown louder, demanding his attention, “Maybe that’s the next thing that you look into? Find out why all the criminals are vanishing.”

Peter nodded slowly, determination building, “Yeah! Don’t worry, Mr. Stark, I’ll get to the bottom of this!”

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“C’mon (M/N), you’ve got to have some sort of idea why the crime is disappearing!” Peter whined, looking across the lunch table at his tall (h/c) friend.

The other male glanced up from his food, (e/c) eyes meeting Peter’s thoughtfully, “Most of the guys on the team have been gossiping about some new hero making his way into the spotlight. I wonder if that’s why criminals are so few and far between these days.” It always kind of slipped Peter’s mind that (M/N) was on the football team, since he was basically the antithesis of a typical jock. He was intelligent, interested in superheroes and science, in addition to being physically fit. He was tall, well-built, and his hair was always perfectly styled, but he was constantly clad in nerdy t-shirts. He had only been at Midtown High for a few months but he was as popular as the people who’d been there for years, despite never trying to be. (M/N) (L/N) was a walking contradiction.

Peter’s eyes widened, “Really? There’s a new superhero in New York?” He leaned forward curiously, intent on learning as much as he could about this newcomer.

Ned, Peter’s best friend since childhood, cut in, “Totally!” He set aside the mini-Lego Death Star he’d been tinkering with as he spoke, “I guess he’s got like, fire-powers or something? But get this; he can fly.” At Peter’s unimpressed expression, he continued, “The dude has a pair of freaking dragon wings growing out of his back!”

Peter’s eyebrows shot upwards incredulously, “What?!”

“Yeah! People are calling him Spitfire since he can literally breathe fire,” Ned gushed, voice raising slightly as he grew more invested in the conversation.

“Really?” (M/N) snorted, “That’s what they’re going with?” He glanced apprehensively at the other people sitting near them, watching as his companions’ rising excitement caught the attention of other nearby students.

“Dude, that’s so cool!” Peter exclaimed, deep brown eyes gleaming excitedly. “I hope I get to see him in action one day.”

(M/N) sighed, pushing his food away as he stood, “Look, you guys can sit and talk about this Spitfire guy all you want, but I’m getting out of here. I’ll see you later.” He swung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way out of the lunch hall.

Ned glanced at Peter once the (h/c) had disappeared, “What was that all about?” Peter shrugged, turning back to his food.

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Peter had done some research after learning about the new hero, so now, after he’d donned his Spider-Man suit, he was lying in wait for the appearance of the dragon-themed superhero atop one of the buildings the hero seemed to frequent. Most of the few photos that featured the masked hero showed him swooping from the very rooftop that Peter had hidden himself upon.

Peter’s legs had grown numb and he’d nearly given up when a loud thud echoed across the rooftop. His gaze jerked towards the source of the sound, eyes widening as they locked onto a tall figure holding a portly thug over the edge of the building, massive black wings unfurled slightly from his landing. “Where can I find your boss?” Spitfire snarled, gloved hand curled tight around the gang-member’s throat.

The man struggled limply, “I don’t know!” His hands scrabbled at the black-clad hero’s arm, attempting to free himself.

The (h/c) rolled his eyes, the light of the city making his eyes glow ethereally. “Why don’t I believe you?” He sighed, pondering the situation lightly, “Y’know what? I’m going to give you until the count of three to tell me what I want to know. If you don’t, well, the cops are going to have a fun time cleaning you off of the pavement in the morning.”

The thug’s eyes widened and he struggled harder, straining to get his feet back onto solid ground, “No, please!”

“One.”

“Please! I don’t know!” Peter could feel the man’s fear, frozen in place by the shock of witnessing a fellow hero threatening someone.

“Two.” Spitfire’s hold shifted, muscles in his arm flexing as he moved to let the man drop from the top of the skyscraper.

“Wait, wait! I’ll tell you what I know!” The thug blurted out, panic overtaking his features.

“Good.” A grin passed over Spitfire’s face and he set the man back on his feet on the rooftop. He stepped back, an eyebrow raising over the edge of his mask as he waited for the criminal to speak.

“The headquarters is down by the docks; if you’re going to find the Joker anywhere, it’ll be there.” The thug slumped slightly, his relief clear on his face at the thought that he wouldn’t be flung from the rooftop.

“Thank you for your compliance,” the winged male nodded slightly, turning on his heel and beginning to make his exit.

Peter’s eyes widened as the thug pulled a knife, lunging at the dark hero. The (h/c) let out a pained shout as the blade sunk into his side, his wings exploding outwards, slamming into his attacker and launching him away. The man was forced back the way he’d come, feet skidding at the edge of the roof and arms pinwheeling as he slipped backwards, over the edge.

The brunet gasped, his heightened senses allowing him to process the situation faster than an average person would’ve been able to. He darted out of his hiding place, rushing to try and save the man from falling to his death.

“Don’t bother,” The (h/c) groaned, wincing as he brought a hand up to the blade still lodged in his side, just under his ribcage. “At the force he got hit and the speed he’d have fallen at, he was dead when he hit the ground.” He turned, finally looking over his shoulder at the blue and red suited teen. “I assume you were there the whole time?”

Peter nodded, suddenly thankful for the way his mask shielded the way his eyes traced the attractive form of the dragon-themed hero. “Who was that? Why were you threatening him?”

The other male’s eyes rolled, gleaming (e/c) orbs revealed by the pointed eye-holes of his mask, “He was one of the Joker’s henchmen. He had information that I wanted and there’s no faster way to get information than threatening someone’s well-being.”

Peter’s brows furrowed, trying to place the voice belonging to the male in front of him, “Have we met before? You sound really familiar…”

The (h/c) shifted, hand curling around the hilt of the knife lodged in his side, “Doubtful; I feel like I’d have remembered meeting,” he grunted as he tugged sharply at the blade, yanking it free from his abdomen, “Spider-Man.” He rolled his shoulders, tossing the blood-covered knife to the side. “Whatever, I got what I needed.” He stalked towards the edge of the rooftop, massive charcoal-scaled wings flaring behind him, “If you need me, please hesitate to call.” He launched himself off the roof, allowing himself to freefall before his wings caught the wind and he soared upwards, disappearing into the dark New York City sky.

Peter sighed, disappointed that he hadn’t managed to find out anything about the new hero. Then his eyes locked onto the blood-spattered blade and a thoughtful grin took its place on his lips.

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“I’m telling you, (M/N), if someone had a pair of dragon wings sprouting out of their back, somebody would have to know who they are, right?” Peter complained dramatically, flopping back onto his bed next to the tired (h/c), a can of soda clasped in one hand.

(M/N) slowly rolled to face the brunet, “Not necessarily; what if he has a way to hide them?” At Peter’s puzzled look, (M/N) explained, “Spider-Man has his suit, right? But he’s not wearing it all the time, so what if Spitfire does the same sort of thing? Not like he can take them off or anything, but maybe he has a way of camouflaging them?”

Peter gasped, shooting upright, “That’s it!” He flung his arms outward, the soda splashing from the can and soaking the front of the (h/c)’s shirt.

He flinched from the cold liquid before letting out a pained groan at the sudden movement. “Shit,” he grumbled, forcing himself to his feet.

Peter shot to his feet, anxious about his friend’s outcry, “Are you okay?!”

(M/N) nodded, digging through his backpack for a clean shirt. “Yeah; it’s no big deal, I’m sure I’ve got a clean- ahah.” He tugged out his football jersey and dropped his backpack, stretching back to his full height. He reached to the bottom hem of his shirt and tugged it up over his head.

“You and I both know that’s not what I-” Peter’s voice caught in his throat as his eyes came into contact with (M/N)’s bare back. As any normal teen’s would’ve, Peter’s eyes traced the defined muscles of his friend’s back, freezing when they caught on the massive tattoos spanning the (h/c)’s shoulder blades. His dark eyes widened as he realized the shapes defined by the midnight-dark ink, the joints of the batlike wings extending up to the upper curve of his shoulders and the lower points trailing down past the taller teen’s waist. “When, um, when did you get those done?” He asked quietly, mind still stuck on their previous conversation.

The (h/c) paused briefly, swearing under his breath as he turned to face his friend, “About eight months ago.” He forced the clean shirt on, tugging it down sharply, but not before Peter’s eyes caught on a healing wound on his side. Right where Spider-Man had seen Spitfire be stabbed.

Eight months. Before he’d moved to New York and before Spitfire had made his first appearance. “Hey, shouldn’t you be at football practice right now?” He asked suspiciously, eyes still trained on the injured area.

“I’ve been dismissed for the time being; sprained a muscle in my side and can’t play until it heals.” He flopped back down on Peter’s bed, wincing a little as it pulled at the wound before turning his attention back to his phone.

“Yeah? Was it really sprained?” At his accusatory tone (M/N) turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow warily at Peter. “Or was it cut?”

(M/N) pushed back to his feet, towering over the brunet, “What are you implying, Peter?” He grumbled, anxiety building low in his stomach.

Peter swallowed nervously, intimidated by his friend’s sudden defensive behavior, “I’m implying that I don’t think a torn muscle leaves a stab wound,” he bit back determinedly, hoping that his theory was correct.

The (h/c) huffed, tired of his friend’s accusations. He rolled his eyes, turning away and grabbing his bag as he moved to the door, “Whatever, Parker. I don’t feel like being interrogated today; I’m out of here.” He’d barely gotten the door cracked open when a string of web hit it, forcing it closed again. (M/N) turned, intelligent (e/c) eyes narrowed as they flicked from the webbing back to Peter. “You were there. That’s why you know what happened.”

Peter sighed, lowering his wrist and eyeing the webbing still clinging to the doorframe, “Well, I can’t exactly deny it after that, can I?”

(M/N)’s shoulders dropped, resigning himself to the situation. “And I guess I can’t either.” He chuckled bitterly, taking his seat at the foot of Peter’s bed. “You have questions, I can tell; you’ve got your scientist face on. Ask away.”

Peter sat down in his desk chair, trying to figure out where to start, “How- how did this happen?”

The (h/c) sighed, “It started before I moved here; back when I lived in Central City. It started when Star Labs’ Particle Accelerator exploded. I was working at an animal rescue that was pretty close to the initial blast radius. The energy wave caught a set of loose wiring and the building went up in flames. I was trying to get the last of the animals out when the ceiling crumbled.I was trapped in the reptile section and the smoke was making it hard to breathe. Eventually, I lost consciousness,” (M/N)’s eyes were troubled, distant as he reminisced. “When I woke up, I felt different; stronger, more at ease. The fire was still raging around me, but now it couldn’t hurt me. The smoke was just as natural to breathe in as oxygen, the fire brushing against me didn’t burn.” His eyes hardened, meeting Peter’s, “When I walked out of the rubble people looked at me like I was a monster and I don’t blame them; I must’ve looked like a demon, what with the wings and the flames around me. I didn’t understand what had happened, so I left. I flew off and never looked back.”

Peter crept closer, placing a soothing hand on the (h/c)’s shoulders, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve gotten over it, I guess.” He shrugged, “Any other questions?”

Peter paused, hesitant to ask what he really wanted to, “Could I see the wings?”

(M/N) nodded slowly, tugging his shirt off again before moving to lie down on the bed, resting his head on his crossed arms. His brows furrowing as he concentrated, tattoos shifting and dancing across his skin, slowly tugging upward and outward, away from his skin. The wings lifted from his shoulders, midnight-dark scales winking into existence as the appendages stretched into existence. The wings flexed as far as they could in the small room before curling inwards to sit, folded, against (M/N)’s spine.

The brunet stepped closer, craning his neck to get a good look at the way the light glimmered across the scales, a few gleaming sliver in the fluorescence. “Can- can I touch them?”

(M/N) froze slightly, “Um, I guess so. Just be careful, okay? They’re a little… sensitive.”

Peter nodded, slipping onto the bed next to his friend and extending his hand slowly. He placed his hand gently on the wing, a ways below the joint and near the edge. (M/N) tensed and his wing flexed slightly under the brunet’s fingers, the cool scales sliding easily against his palm. Peter pressed his hand down more firmly, exploring the wide planes of scales and flesh before him. (M/N) let out a slight grunt under him as he touched the place where a wing met his shoulder and Peter froze, hoping he hadn’t hurt his friend. (M/N) shifted lightly, forcing his wing back against his hand. Peter grinned, applying more pressure and watching as the (h/c) relaxed. The brunet paused as (M/N) let out a soft churring noise, his chest rumbling gently under Peter’s touch. He smiled, happy that his friend was so content.

A loud chime rang out through the room, both boys jerking in surprise. Peter’s gaze locked onto the source of the noise and he slipped off of the bed to go retrieve his phone. “It was just Aunt May asking if I needed anything from the store.” He sat back beside the (h/c), watching in fascination as his wings melted back into their tattoo form, their bulk vanishing as he sat up and tugged his shirt back on.

“Well, now that you know my dirty little secret,” (M/N) teased, finally turning back to face Peter once he was sure that the tattoos were securely covered. “Now what?”

Peter shrugged, not entirely sure where to go from there. “Wanna watch Jurassic Park?”

(M/N) laughed but agreed, never someone to have been able to deny Peter anything.

-----

It was nothing out of the ordinary for the boys to curl up together while watching a movie, what was abnormal, however, was the look that (M/N) got in his eyes when Peter laid back with his head on the (h/c)’s lap. His eyes grew soft, admiring the way Peter’s soft chocolate curls flopped just over his eyes and the way he was so focused on the movie. (M/N) grinned softly, appreciating the way the brunet was so relaxed around him.

Peter glanced up, having sensed the (h/c)’s gaze, “What’re you looking at?” (M/N) shook his head in amusement and Peter gasped dramatically, a chuckle escaping him. “How dare you not tell me!”

Before he even realized what he was doing, (M/N) had leaned down and pressed his lips to Peter’s. The brunet froze, shocked, and (M/N) pulled back, the weight of what he’d just done fully hitting him.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” He jolted into motion, scrambling out from under Peter and to his feet, rambling as he snatched up his backpack and made his way to the window, “I shouldn’t have done that; I just ruined everything. I’m so sorry, I’m just going to go; you can just pretend that that never happened, okay?” He sighed, slipping through the window frame and out onto the fire escape before allowing his wings to flare outwards, “I’ll see you around, Peter.”

He was gone before Peter could say anything to stop him.

-----

Days had passed in a blur since the kiss and Peter had still yet to see (M/N). He hadn’t been sitting with Ned and Peter at lunch, he wasn’t showing up to their shared classes, and he’d even been missing football practices. Even his alter ego had gone silent; there hadn’t been any sightings of Spitfire since that night, not even any of the typical signs of his presence.

He was worried about his friend (or was he his boyfriend now? Peter wasn’t quite sure anymore) and (M/N) had shut his phone off, so he couldn’t even text him to talk about what had happened. If he’d started getting careless when he was Spider-Man, Peter didn’t feel like he could be blamed, however that recklessness was exactly what had gotten him into his current predicament.

He’d been facing off with some weird guy in a purple suit with his face painted in clown makeup when all of a sudden the guy had launched a bomb at him mid-swing. The bomb had exploded into a net upon contact and Peter found himself free-falling, for once unable to stop himself as he quickly approached the unforgiving asphalt. His eyes squeezed closed as he got too close to impact, trying to brace himself in vain.

Suddenly he found his descent halted and his eyes shot open again, a disbelieving smile forming when he recognized the black suit and shining scales of his friend, one of his hands clutched tight to the crossties of the net as he dragged him away from the ground and back up to the rooftops. (M/N) set him down but didn’t land, “Get yourself out of there; I’ll hold off Joker and we’ll stop him together.”

Peter found himself nodding as the (h/c) soared back down toward the street level, where he could hear the sounds of fighting ensuing. He tore his concentration back to the present and began to squirm his way out of the netting, quickly moving to rejoin the fight as soon as he’d managed to free himself.

As he swung back in, he managed to time his entrance perfectly to web one of the clown’s- Joker’s, if (M/N) was right- web bombs and toss it back at him, grinning victoriously under his mask when it burst and caught the Joker inside it.

“Gotcha now,” he heard (M/N) grin, swooping down to grab the net by part of its interlocking chains with its captive inside it before Joker could move to free himself. He quickly flew higher, until he was certain that the Joker wouldn’t move to free himself lest he fall to his death.

Peter quickly scaled the side of the building until he was at roughly the same height as the dragon-themed hero. “What now?” he called over the sound of the rushing wind and the beating of wings.

“Now we wait for Batman to show up,” (M/N) huffed. “I’ve got a call in with some contacts who know him, and they say he’s on his way. Shouldn’t be long since Gotham’s just across state lines in Jersey. Twenty minutes, maybe?”

Peter’s brows furrowed nervously as his gaze flickered between his friend and the villain held captive below him. “Can you hold him that long?”

“I’ll be fine,” (M/N) huffed, wings flapping hard to keep both of them aloft. “Just, uh, talk to me for a bit? Distract me so I’m not thinking about it.”

“O-okay,” Peter said, mind reeling as he tried to think of something to say. “Um, a-after this, would you, uh, w-would you want to go to a m-movie or something?”

(M/N) laughed, shifting his grip a little, “Are you seriously asking me out right now?”

“I-I just-” Peter stammered, “You said to talk and that’s what I thought of first!”

(M/N) opened his mouth to respond when he was interrupted by the Joker, calling up to them from the net, “My God, if I had known I would have to deal with kids having a sexuality crisis and their terrible flirting, I would’ve just stayed in Gotham and dealt with Batman and his Robin-of-the-week!”

(M/N)’s eyes narrowed, visibly unamused. He locked eyes with Peter for a moment before releasing the net and letting Joker fall. He gave it a second or two before diving after him and catching the criminal once more, “Got any other funny jokes, clown boy?” he grumbled.

“Nope, I think I’m good,” Joker said, clinging tightly to the netting with a startled expression.

“Right answer,” (M/N) growled, resuming his previous altitude and looking back to Peter. “By the way, I’m definitely up for a date if you are.”

“Absolutely!” Peter agreed, suddenly very glad he was wearing a mask so no one could see just how wide he was smiling or the blush he could feel warming his cheeks.

A relieved sigh came from the net and when the heroes looked down, they found the Joker fixated on the sleek black car speeding toward them. “I never thought that I would be grateful to see Batsy.” The car skidded to a stop below them and the driver stepped out, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked up at them.

“Give me five minutes,” (M/N) said to Peter, before tucking his wings and diving toward the Batmobile.

As Peter watched, (M/N) handed the captured Joker over to Batman (BATMAN, holy crap that was so cool!), exchanged a few words with Gotham’s protector, accepted a small slip of paper from him, and then spread his wings again to take off. Oh his way past Peter, he held his hand out, a wide smile crossing his lips as Peter leapt from the building and took it, allowing himself to be whisked into the sky by the dragon-themed hero.

Flying was almost as big of a rush as swinging through the city, but being like this- held close, wrapped in his arms like he was precious cargo- with (M/N) could beat both. Even if they were just going to the movies, he knew this was a memory he wouldn’t give up for anything.

[salami2]

Ch. 3 - The Monster

& The Superhero

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary - Staying with Eddie at the abandoned house lets you discover some interesting things about him. Leading the both of you to grow closer and closer together…

w/c - 1.4k a:n - not much action, just some Munson fluff!

Warning(s) - Food and drink, mentions of blood, reader kinda fainting/ falling asleep., me not knowing what to write this chapter.

Chapter List - Ch.1 , Ch.2 , Ch.4 , Ch.5 , Ch.6

Taglist - @httpjiikook @castiels-gracex @notxmoo @lily-sinclair-2006

A ray of sun hit your face. You got up, trying to shut out the sun. Wondering why you weren't sleeping on your usual, comfortable mattress at home. Until the events of yesterday popped into your mind.

Fixing your hair and walking into the kitchen, you see Eddie sifting through the empty cabinets of Reefer Ricks house.

“Goodmorning.” He spins around to see your disheveled looking face and yawning.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty,” he chuckles, “I, uh, can’t find anything to eat, so we can’t exactly have a gourmet breakfast.”

You blushed at the words ‘sleeping beauty’. He’s been like this since D&D with quick quips, the little cute things he would say to you or about you. Eddie Munson made you so confused. Confused about what you were feeling.

What you were feeling about him.

His eyes scan the room for food; big, brown eyes.

His hair seemed to bounce with every step he took. So big and poofy, wanting to have your fingers just run through it to feel those silky, curly locks.

And his stupid smile that made you smile, too.

“Don’t worry, the guys will be bringing breakfast so we won’t starve to death.”

You said, finding a somewhat clean cup and sipping on some water.

The silence in the air ended with Eddie leaning into the countertop, where you were currently sitting. “So, I may or may not have a few more questions to add onto last night-“

“Lemme stop you right there,” You finished drinking, “You owe me three questions from last night.” you giggle, making him confused.

You clear your throat and make eye contact with him.

“Why have we never met before, Eddie?”

He went quiet, releasing a low chuckle from his breath. The boy wasn't so sure himself. He was so enamored with so many things this year, it seemed like making new friends wasn’t on his checklist.

“Uh, I’m not too sure myself. I don’t remember ever seeing you around Hawkins. And trust me, I would totally remember seeing someone like you around these dull, uncultured parts.”

You, again, could not bring yourself to give him the answer just yet.

But yet again… he made you blush.

“Ok, next question!” He turned his attention to you. “Why do you wear so many rings?”

Eddie looked down at metal bound hands and laughed.

“What- you dont think they look cool?” He asks, making you smile. “No no! They’re super cool! You’re the only one in Hawkins that just feels… authentic. Y’know? I‘ve noticed I feel less fake- ish when I’m around you…”

His heart panged at your words.

Without even notcing it, he caught himself fiddling with your rings. Like you're in a trance.

“It’s so cool…” You mumble under your breath.

“If you like them so much, you can borrow one.” You gasp, shocked and immediately overjoyed at the notion of wearing these cool ass bands. “Just don’t put it into water, it’ll get really bad.”

“It’s ok,” you smile, “I don’t want to lose it. And trust me, you look ten times better then them then I ever could.” You chuckle.

Quickly, you snapped out of it and let go. Lightly laughing and throwing out apologies. “Uhm… last question-“

The talkie sitting to your side turns on. Steve's voice piping through. Cutting you off.

“Hello? Y/N, are you there?”

“Guess I’ll ask another time.” You whispered. Pulling the walkie close to your mouth, you push down on the button.

“Good Morning to you, too, Steve.” You answered, tired. He sighed, as you could imagine him rubbing two fingers between his brows.

“Listen,” He said, “Did anything happen the night we left? Did that Munson kid say or give anything to you?” You shoot a confused look. “Give? No, no nothing happened, Steve. But what do you mean by give?”

Eddie was currently listening in, a little annoyed at what your brother was spewing out of his mouth.

“I’d, uh, keep your mouth shut. Mr. Munson is currently hearing all of this, Mr. Harrington.”

Eddie smiled at your small action.

“Tell you what- bring ‘the list’ and I’ll make breakfast for the kids and y’all. And remember to buy enough!”

In the background of your little walkie- talkie talk you could hear Dustin and Robin cheering loudly, picturing Max maybe just smiling a little at the thought of having a homemade breakfast. Eddie shot you a confused but excited glance.

“Uhm, what is exactly is ‘the list’ and how does it tie into food?”

“You’ll see.” You sleepily giggled. Yawning and making your way to the bathroom to freshen up.

“Holy SHIT!”

Clamour and laughter filled up the kitchen. Along with the delicious smell of the fresh, breakfast filling every person's nostrils. You smiled.

Eddie immediately gobbled down the magnificent dish.

“How are you such a good cook? Jesus H. Christ! I think you’re good at everything.”

You would agree with him. If this wasn't one of the only things you knew how to make.

“Ah, I’m not perfect. But I’m glad you’re all happy with the food.”

You said, ruffling Dustin and Max’s hair affectionately.

“I think I spoil you kids too much.” You laugh.

With every beaming face here in that moment, it made you almost forget about the murders and the whole ‘Eddie- witch- hunt’ going on. It was just… a nice moment that you wish you could capture.

“As fun as this has been,” Max cuts in, “We still gotta figure out what’s behind this. And, we have some good news and bad news. Eddie?”

Said Eddie looks up from his food, still munching on it. “Bad news first, always.” Everyone explains the unfortunate situation he’s in. Making the poor man miserable. Everyone knew none of this was true, but it was still horrible to hear.

“I mean- there’s nothing to worry… about.”

Dustin's hesitant words made the entire room go quiet.

As you silently smacked your own head. Man, you loved Dustin. But sometimes, he just doesn’t diffuse the situation.

Whispers barely legible escaped your lips. E/C eyes steady on the dead plant resting on a windowsill.

With everything going on in Hawkins, you wanted to practice with your skill more. Y’know to prepare for the worst. And if the past three years are anything to go off of- the worst is yet to come.

Eddie standed behind you, focusing on the plant and then on you.

Very, very confused on what you were doing.

He spoke up from the silence. “So, uh… what are we doing?”

You huff, turning back to him. “I am trying to save this plant. If I can get my powers back to how powerful I was, maybe there’s a way I can save people. Or someone.”

“Wait, are you saying you can be more powerful!?”

He gaped his mouth open. He’s seen how powerful you are, but more? And saving people?

It all sounded like something from D&D!

“Look, for the past three years, I’ve learned that you should never take this… thing! for granted. It always hurts the people I love, and I won’t stand for it anymore. Never again…” Your voice cracked, trying to hold your composure.

Eddie wanted to comfort you, but he didn’t know how.

You groaned, squinting your eyes almost closing them. A ringing buzzing in your ear. The floor started to grow colour again. The stem flowed with life while the petals regained its natural, pink colouring. Gasping, smiling and giggling.

Eddie notices the blood streaming from both your nostrils. Spewing a stream of swears and grabbing a handful of tissues and handing them to you.

“… thank you.” you quietly thanked. Starting to get very lightheaded.

Before knowing it, you started drifting off into the land of slumber. Falling into Eddies arms while his heart pounded against your ear. He held you precariously, not knowing what to do with a sleeping beauty in his arms.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, (Y/N)! Wake up!” He whisper- yelled.

With a deep blush over his dorky face, he brought you to a bed and rested you on top. Slipping off your shoes and tossing them aside.

Eddie would never admit it to you, but when you slept, he took in a lot of your details. Not in a creepy way, might I add!

This man was admiring you: head to toe. The way your chest rising with every new breath. Your mouth is only a bit open, making you look like an angel compared to his grungy, not- so generally appealing looks.

He thought back to your question in the morning.

Why had he never met- or even seen you? A beautiful specimen of mankind that Hawkins was missing?

Without a thought he reached down to your hand in front of him. Taking it in his and rubbing circles with his thumb.

Deep down inside, Eddie Munson wished moments like this would happen more often.

@salami2 , pls like & reblog

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Batfam age reverse AU:

- Damian Al Ghur Wayne is the adoptive son of Thomas and Martha Wayne, the biological lost son of Ra's and has the tittle of Batman.

- Duke Thomas is the first Robin [he got the tittle from his adoptive dad (though he does not know his dad isn't his biodad)], becoming Batman partner after impressing Damian by trying to defeat the Riddler by himself at age eleven and almost succeding. He is the first and only exception to the no metas rule (a rule that isn't Batman's in any media, but that it's Gothams in a sense, the city belives in no metas in the batfam and Gotham almost always gets it's way) and was adopted by Damian after his mom was infected by Joker toxin. After having a fight with Damian about his mom possible recuperation he becames his own hero, The Signal. Protecting Gotham at day.

- Cassandra Cain was Damian second kid. She was a child assassin who he rescued and took under his wing, partialy because he knew if not for his sister, Thalia, that would've been his life in the Order of Assassins. She mostly talks by sign language and non-verbal comunication even though she can speak. Her superhero debut was Orphan, but as she started to fell like part of the family it didn't fit her anymore, instead she went by Black Bat. After Steph was shot, Cass used the tittle of Batgirl for a while to honor her best friend (and future gf).

- Tim Drake is the second Robin. A smart little stalker that forced Damian's hand. The two of them didn't had the best relashionship at the start, but it improved a lot with time. He was adopted by Damian and they were very close until Tim was tricked by the Joker and murdered. He came back, but thanks to the Lazarus Pit he was never the same. Becaming the Red Hood, a cold logician who will do anything for what he considers the greater good. He started as a vilan, but since has rekindle his relashiomship with the family and turned into an anti-hero.

- Stephanie Brown was Tim's best friend and acted together with the Batfamily as Batgirl to try to alert Batman against her supervilan father. After Tim's death she temporarily taked the Robin mantle to honor him. While babysitting young Barbara Gordon she was attacked by the Joker and started to use an wellchair, starting Barbara into the path of Batgirl. After that she became the all-seeing Spoiler.

- Jason Tood was the official thrid Robin - though Steph contests the tittle. Damian found him stealing the tires of the Batmobile and couldn't stop being impressed. After a mental debate he decided to let the kid go as Batman and adopt him as Damian, as he wasn't ready for a new Robin after Tim (specially with the added bonus of Stephanie injury). It didn't work. Jason discovered the Batcave and somehow convinced Damian into becoming Robin. Nowdays he goes by Bluejay, choosing to pass the title to Dick and it's the atual leader of the Teen Titans (a tittle he inherited from Duke).

- Dick Grayson was the forth Robin and indiscutibly Damian's favorite. Being playfull, loyal and genuine and loving his family very much. Adopting another child was not what Damian intended when he took Jason and Barbara to a nice nigth in the circus but life had other plans and after the death of the Graysons there was NO WAY Damian was letting the kid with social workers. Besides the Robin mantle seemed to be made for him, the kid had a previous emotional conection to the name and fited the description "ligth to Batman's darknes" in a way only Duke had truly suceeded before. Jason says he gave Dick the name because he wanted to be something more than Batman's sidekick but Damin knows there is a story there. The truth is that Jason was the one that found Dick after he run away looking for the man who killed his parents and after seeing the kid almost get killed he decides that Dick needed Robin more than him.

- Barbara Gordon is the third Batgirl and the daugther of the aways helpfull Comissioner James Gordon. She was aways struck by Batman heroism and had a growing suspicion of his identity, but it was only after Stephanie Brown took a bullet to save her that she decided to confront Damian and promisses to honor Steph by one day becaming a hero. Stephanie gladly gave Barb the tittle of Batgirl.

- Bruce Wayne is the youngest batkid. A clone created by Lex Luthor using both Damian and Thomas Wayne DNA. Bruce is the closest Damian has to a biokid. He was found when the Justice League was investigating Cadmus, based on Superboy remembering a young child. He has problems adapting to normal life, is very shy and works better with Cass. He also acts as Superboy baby brother more than not. While Damian don't think he needs more kids in speedos, Bruce still became Batboy.

[moonlitceleste]

marinette dupain-cheng’s guide to picking up cute guys

A/N: Chez Vous is real in the DC universe; it’s described as a restaurant but I decided to use it as the name of the café because I didn’t want to come up with one myself. It translates to “at your house,” which basically implies “make yourself at home.”

thanks to @ramos123 for being my beta reader! <3

ao3

“Bet.”

Marinette slapped a crisp 20-dollar bill onto the wooden table with enough force to slosh around the brown liquid in the cup sitting before Alya’s smirking face.

Chez Vous was the name of the café they had been sitting in for the past fifteen minutes. The place had a nice ambience, the quiet chatter of customers and aromatic smells combining to make what was an unusually cozy atmosphere considering the location.

Gotham wasn’t exactly known for being hospitable, but she supposed the fact that it was clearly fashioned after Parisian cafés contributed to the homey feel. It vaguely reminded her of her parents’ bakery as well, so it certainly lived up to its name.

Perhaps it was this sense of familiarity that had her and Alya reminiscing on how far they’d come. It hadn’t been that long since lycée or université—the two were only 22 and 23, respectively—but recalling the good times they’d shared was always fun to do.

Of course, their friendship had momentary blips (ahem, Lila), but the two had managed to sort out their problems eventually. Now that Alya had become more attuned to Marinette’s boundaries and there were no pressing superhero secrets to keep, they knew how to both ground and challenge each other in positive ways. Which was exactly what had caused Marinette to get herself into this situation.

While chattering about their lycée days, Alya poked fun at her once again for what had transpired on the day of the Animan akuma. How could she ever forget that while secretly masquerading as a superhero and locking her best friends in an empty gorilla habitat together, she had somehow helped them end up in a relationship? And now the two were engaged.

This topic somehow lead to Adrien and the stupid puns he spewed both in superhero and civilian form. Alya was insistent that Marinette was charmed by them at some point, to which she replied, No way! They were horrible. Even I could do better.

It was with twinkling eyes that her best friend asked “Bet?” and well, Marinette was never one to back down from a challenge. So after pulling out some spare cash from her purse and setting it down in front of Alya, she raised a brow.

A wicked smirk grew on her best friend’s face, and any lesser person would have faltered, but Marinette was prepared for anything that could possibly be thrown at her.

“Fine. If you’re so confident, I dare you to use a pick-up line on… him.”

As if on cue, the bell at the top of the glass-paneled wooden door jingled, and Marinette followed Alya’s pointed finger right on time to see a very attractive man walk through.

He had a confident stride, but not an arrogant one—his aura was one of someone who was assured and knew exactly what they were capable of.

Despite his seemingly laid-back disposition, she didn’t fail to notice how his eyes darted around the room cautiously, the same habit she had gotten used to doing after she had been given the Ladybug Miraculous. Then again, this was Gotham, so being on constant guard was only natural.

One thumb was hooked in the pocket of his jeans while the other moved up to ruffle his hair, and wow did he have nice hair.

It was perfectly coiffed, and if she didn’t have experience with hairstyling due to her career she would’ve thought it was as effortless as it looked. Most models would kill for the natural luster his locks seemed to have, and even from a distance she could tell that anyone who decided to run their fingers through his hair would be met with softness.

And she didn’t even want to get started on his face. From his glowing skin to his strong jaw and pretty eyes, she refused to believe someone so attractive could be real. It was unfair, really.

“...inette? Marinette? You good there, girl?”

A snap in front of her face broke Marinette out of her stupor, and she offered an instinctual yelp in response.

“What?”

Alya’s eyes twinkled knowingly, and Marinette shifted anxiously in her seat.

“You sure you weren’t checking him out?”

“Alya!”

Said girl let out a mischievous cackle at her hissed response.

“Now get over there!” she said, waving her hands around in a shooing motion.

Marinette glanced over to the line, where the man was no doubt giving the barista his order.

From what she could tell he was just about done, and she watched as he shuffled through his wallet to hand the barista a bill. But rather than proceed normally as most client-worker interactions would, his payment was met with wide eyes and flailing hands.

Marinette was much too far to discern what was being said, but from context clues she could deduct that he had just handed the barista quite a sizable amount. She had already guessed he was well-off from simply observing the quality of his clothes, but this was near confirmation.

It wasn’t as if status or wealth mattered much to her, but she did have a tendency to be wary of higher-class people due to past experiences with them. Being around them really wasn’t as pleasant as it seemed.

Her musing was interrupted when the man suddenly moved, relocating to the waiting line. There was her chance.

Marinette pushed herself out of her seat, steeling herself and lifting her chin high. This was no biggie. All she had to do was somehow convince this gorgeous man to give her his number by making a crappy pick-up line and a pun on the spot. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t done before, but this felt different, probably because it was a total stranger she was about to attempt it on.

She felt Alya’s gaze trailing after her with each step, and Marinette reminded herself that she absolutely had to succeed or she would never hear the end of it.

The closer she got, however, the more her confidence died. Apparently she had made a major miscalculation while gauging her probability of success, because she hadn’t accounted for the brain spasm she was currently having. Why, oh why did he have to be so cute?

Marinette had the sinking feeling that she was about to majorly embarrass herself, but she was determined to win. Screw embarrassment—she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. All the trouble she had gotten into with Alix and Kim as kids had prepared her for this very moment. Nothing mattered besides victory.

So she sauntered up confidently, stopping right in front of her target.

“Hey, you must be Batman’s sidekick.”

“What?”

The man’s head snapped towards her, and Marinette didn’t fail to notice the subtle defensive stance he took. Years of hero experience had made her more perceptive towards these things—it was part of the job, after all. She filed the information away in the back of her mind, making a mental note to dissect all that later. Her priority was winning the bet—and oh, right, she still had to finish that pick-up line.

“...because you’re Robin my heart.”

The quip was accompanied by an uncharacteristically roguish smile, à la Chat Noir. She’d give herself a solid 10/10 points on delivery.

Her target seemed to agree with the verdict, because after a split second of shocked silence, he burst into full-bodied laughter.

The instantaneous shift in demeanor nearly caught her off-guard, but she was too occupied by the bright smile on his face and his melodic chuckle to notice. It was light and carefree, and she couldn’t help but crack a small smile as a result.

The only problem was that the laughter didn’t end, though, and she felt her face heat up more as the seconds ticked by.

Oh, Kwami.

Marinette buried her face into her hands with a soft groan, wishing the ground could just open up and swallow her whole.

She knew it wasn’t the greatest pick-up line ever, but she didn’t think her attempt warranted that much amusement.

The laugher ceased abruptly, and she peeked through her fingers in time to see the man quickly sober up.

“Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you!”

A pause.

“Okay, not exactly. I just—wow, that was a great pick-up line.”

She slowly lowered her hands, though she kept her head down to peer at him through her lashes.

“Did it work?”

He chuckled and offered her a bright smile that made her blush like a high schooler with a massive crush.

“Yeah, you can tell your friend over there that you won your bet.”

If it was even possible, she turned redder.

“What? How…”

At the mention of Alya, Marinette sent a quick glance to their café table only to find that she was doing absolutely nothing to hide her rapt attention. She quickly caught on to the fact that they were looking her way and sent a very obvious thumbs-up and wink.

Oh, I am so going to kill her later!

But Marinette’s momentary vexation made way for embarrassment as the gravity of the situation hit her.

“I guess I wasn’t exactly subtle, huh?”

“Yeah,” the handsome stranger shrugged. “You probably could have been more discreet. But I liked it.”

“Okay, that’s the second time you’ve said that, but I have a hard time believing you. You can’t possibly tell me that you actually enjoy puns.”

“So I’m guessing I shouldn’t tell you that meeting you was a fortuitous aster?”

“Aster? As in the opposite of disaster?” she wrinkled her nose.

“You got it!”

Marinette rolled her eyes in exasperation, though the upwards tug at the corner of her lips betrayed her true feelings.

“Careful there, or you’ll be the one Robin my heart.”

She’d never admit to it, but she flushed a tiny bit before straightening up in realization. Hey, she was supposed to be the one doing the wooing here!

But before she could open her mouth to respond, her companion beat her to it.

“Since you’re stealing something so dear to me, I think it’s only fair that I get my thief’s name in exchange.”

He was clever, she had to admit.

“Marinette,” she proffered.

“Dick.”

She blinked in surprise at the seemingly random obscenity before it clicked.

“Oh, that’s your name!”

The words tumbled forward, and once she realized what she had said, Marinette tried to frantically backpedal. Her spilled apologies didn’t seem to be necessary, though, because that mesmerizing laugh came back.

“No, it’s fine, I get that a lot,” he breathed between chuckles.

She brightened immediately, glad she hadn’t offended him or embarrassed herself too much.

“Well, since I’m already taking something from you, may I steal your number as well?”

“Only if I can do the same.”

Her inquiry was met with a grin, and the two exchanged phones to type in their respective numbers. Marinette’s found its way back into her hand shortly after, and moments after she pocketed it the call of “medium espresso and beignets!” broke the quiet ambience.

“Well, that’s my order,” Dick said, words weighted by a silent apology. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a few things I need to take care of. Maybe we can meet up later this week?”

The end of his sentence lilted up in hope, and Marinette found her chest warming with affection.

“I’d like that.”

She bid him goodbye with a smile and a wave and quickly tacked on an “I’ll text you later!” in afterthought.

She’d forever deny squealing giddily as she unceremoniously dragged Alya out from her seat and through the café doors, but the sound didn’t escape Dick’s attention—or his enhanced hearing, courtesy of Bat-Tech.

As he watched her leave with Alya, a smile slowly spread across his face at the thought of seeing her again.

Yeah, he sighed to himself. She’s definitely Robin my heart.

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