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[wackyharpy]

Solicitude

Eric (Divergent) x Fem! Reader

Summary: Eric takes care of his girlfriend after the hard day.

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A/N: English isn't my native language. I'm obsessed with this man, oh gods! Needed to write something like this. I'd be very happy for your comments and reblogs. Enjoy :)

Warnings ⚠️

NSFW 18+, fingering, p in v sex, she/her pronouns.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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She enters their shared apartment late in the evening locking the door. Muscles all over the body ache after hard trainings with the squad she's part of. Their commander always keeps them fit.

She finished her initiation taking the third place on the rankings board. Such success for a girl, who was one of the two among other male initiates, ended up with her becoming a part of the squad of the special purpose for secret missions.

Since the day their commander chose her, he has never regretted. It was a right decision. She is smart and witty — former Erudite — calm and placid — a perfect person not to blab plans and inside scoop.

Additionally, she's the youngest leader's girlfriend.

To start relationships with Eric wasn't an easy decision, but two years have already passed and they're still together. Unexpectedly, Eric has turned out to be a simple person to live with. Yes, the character he has, sometimes drives her crazy, although it's not the problem that can't be solved. He's dominant, intimidating and frightening, as he was the first time she met him during the initiation.

Nevertheless, she's discovered much more other facets of his personality. He's not just that cruel leader everybody is used to seeing him. Eric can cook — the first thing that surprised her a lot. He's a good listener and adviser. He motivates her to work and to become a better version of herself — she appreciates time they spend together in the gym where he shares his knowledge of how to obtain skillfulness in fighting, shooting, plotting plans and strategies.

They've learned how to be a leader and a subordinate, a mentor and a student outside the walls of their apartment. But here, they're only Eric and her. Just a boyfriend and his girlfriend.

She walks deeper in the room greeting Eric who is finishing dinner in the kitchen area. Dim lights of lanterns illuminate the space along with the moon whose rays permeate into through the panoramic windows — their apartment is situated on the upper floors of Dauntless compartment.

She rubs red weary eyes with her calloused palms, and sits at the table in the dining area. Exhales heavily. Eric places a plate with baked salmon and veggies in front of her. He constantly pays attention to her diet for her to have energy and be healthy.

"Thanks," she smiles warmly.

Being a leader, he's never provided her with advantages that may assist her easily gain a position in Dauntless. Some people may consider, she got her place in the squad because of Eric, though that's not true. Her efforts are the reason she's there. The only benefits she has is access to products of high-quality, good clothes, domicile and protection.

She eats every now and then looking at sharp features of Eric's face, at his perfect nose and slightly plump lips, at his cheekbones which she adores to contour with the finger. Her eyes go down viewing vividly black tattoos on the neck. She feels how something is tugging in the lower abdomen.

"Eat your meal. Stop gazing at me," she hears his voice's deep timbre. Abruptly, her cheeks turn pink and she chuckles. She sees how a perfect line of Eric's lips twitches in a smirk.

"Salmon is really good," she praises dinner.

"Mhm... received two fresh fish this morning."

***

They finish dinner and clean the table, then do the washing-up together. Eric hides two plates in the shelf above the faucet and turns to her immediately embracing her little petite figure with his strong arms.

"Tired?" The serene tone of his voice soothes her.

She cuddles closer to his chest smelling a pleasant male scent, and just nods. She feels a soft kiss on her forehead, and then Eric rises her from the ground taking to the bathroom.

After brushing their teeth — they've got used to do all this plain routine together, the couple gets ready to take the shower. Eric turns on water and begins to undress her. She yawns finally feeling how much her muscles are strained, in need of rest. Hooded eyes watch how Eric attentively takes off all of her clothes, then undresses himself.

He's not a type of guy to say "love you" and other sweet nothings about his feelings, but she doesn't need that. She's got used to his own tongue of showing love and affection.

Before stepping into the shower cabin, Eric checks the temperature of water, only then leads her inside along with him. She closes her eyes relaxing under warm streams realizing how much her body's got exhausted. Eric massages her shoulders gently once in a while placing kisses on them, her neck, or back. He helps to soothe knots in her strained muscles. She sighs contendetly leaning back on his powerful chest. She feels that Eric is smiling, feels his tender touching on her hips and stomach. She enjoys such moments when he takes a lead, dominates but gently, and looks after her. At times like this, she feels safe and peaceful.

After the shower, he dries her wrapping in the soft towel. Eric takes her face and kisses her affectionately and possessively.

"Fancy sex?" His look is demanding and piercing.

She bites her lower lip that doesn't escape Eric's attention.

She nods, also adding:

"But I'm too tired to be active in bed."

He is silent for several seconds, just rubs her cheeks with the thumbs. Then responds:

"I'll take care of you."

With these words, he leads her to their bed that stands opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows. She sinks in the black linen that smells of them. After coming into contact with the duvet, her head and eyelids suddenly feel heavy. Drowsiness washes over her, foggy curtain falls onto her eyes.

Eric lies beside her and she immediately snuggles her nose into his bicep closing her eyes, giving her whole body to him. He unwraps the towel revealing her steamed, after the shower, body.

His calloused hand creases her breasts, plays with her already hard nipples and then goes down reaching her labia. Eric rubs them leisurely watching her reactions. She's a bit sleepy, though still reacts to his movements gasping quietly. He finds her pulsating clit giving it proper attention until her pussy is wet enough to insert two fingers inside. Her moist insides welcome them and he starts gentle but steady movements back and forth. She breathes out, moans a little, and Eric looms his head over brushing his lips against hers.

"Like it?"

"Mhm," she cuddles closer, still keeping her eyes closed.

"Open your legs wider," he commands whispering.

She obediently does as he orders. His thrusts become faster. She feels hotness rushing to her core, something tugs, then her walls clench, and she releases sticky juices orgasming. She exhales heavily feeling pleasant relief.

Eric takes out his fingers spreading clammy liquid of her pussy all over her entrance and inner labia. He pumps his already hard dick for some time and settles himself comfortably between her lean legs. He rubs pinkish head of the cock against her drenched folds, then starts intruding with his member inside.

Eric bites his lower lip feeling how her enjoyable tightness wraps his member. They both gasp. He looms over her hiding her safely from the world conquering all her senses with only his presence.

"Eric..." sweet moan of hers.

His thrusts are slow and gentle — he's not planning to make rough sex tonight. He wants her to enjoy herself, relax, and ultimately sleep peacefully.

[the-bi-library]

Here is the part 2 of my bi4bi books posts!

Books listed

Truly Madly Deeply by Alexandria Bellefleur The Stand-Up Groomsman by Jackie Lau Something Like Love by Christina C. Jones Bidding for the Bachelor by Jackie Lau Mistakes Were Made by Meryl Wilsner You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty by Akwaeke Emezi Have Me Forever by Ally Blythe Everyone's Thinking It by Aleema Omotoni Heat Wave by Elyse Springer An Act of Devotion by A.M. Leibowitz Passion Over Power by Karmen Lee Party Favors by Erin McLellan Winning Move by Skye Kilaen False Notes & Broken Frets by Elle Bennett Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli Off the Record by Camryn Garrett The Perfect Crimes of Marian Hayes by Cat Sebastian The Hellion's Waltz by Olivia Waiter The Electrical Affairs of Dr. Victor Franklin by Catherine Stein Trouble by Lex Croucher Guarding the Countess by Jess Michaels I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver Things We Couldn't Say by Jay Coles The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco Cutting Your Teeth by Caylan MacRae A Dowry of Blood by S.T. Gibson Death Warmed Over by M.L. Eaden The Blood-Born Dragon by J.C. Rycroft The Dragon’s Devotion by Antonia Aquilante The Envoy’s Honor by Antonia Aquilante Til Death Do Us Bard by Rose Black Baptism of Fire by Jessie Thomas The Brilliant Death by Amy Rose Capetta The Fire's Stone by Tanya Huff Water Horse by Melissa Scott Silverglass, No. 1 by J.F. Rivkin Cool for the Summer by Dahlia Adler Wild by Hannah Moskowitz In The Event of Love by Courtney Kae A Lot Like Adiós by Alexis Daria Fandom by Eden Finley Dare to Live, Dare to Love by Nicole C. Moon Beautiful World, Where Are You by Sally Rooney This Is Why They Hate Us by Aaron H. Aceves Meeting Her Match by Liz Lincoln Wild Pitch by Cat Giraldo Don't You Dare by C.E. Ricci Road Rules by Brigham Vaughn Fire Season by K.D. Casey Home Plate by Christina Lee Blindsided by Eden Finley

[hologramcowboy]

Debunking fandom rumors: Erin and Jensen

It has come to my attention that someone is creating multiple accounts and posing as ITK while claiming that Erin and Jensen have hooked up or have a love story. It seems some bloggers and users actually adopted this person's narrative without digging deeper and asking for evidence. My reason for this post is I have received asks and dms from people actually falling for these rumors and the stories behind them make absolutely no sense and there is zero evidence. I have also received warnings from the people who have, thankfully, not fallen for them and had things to share about the person responsible. There is a huge difference between speculating about your fav celeb and full on gaslighting people with made-up stories.

The story seems to vary a bit from person to person as it gets passed down by the people who have been misinformed. The web is so spun some have adopted these claims as truth. Let's debunk a few of those versions. Please note that I don't know them by heart and so they aren't super precise but the claim behind them is the same:

You may have heard that Erin posted about Austin and then deleted the post. - An actress going to Austin could be about an infinite number of events, from art to auditions to modeling etc. There is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary there because Austin is bustling with entertainment industry opportunities. Jensen was in the process of moving to Connecticut, moving involves preparing everything not just the actual move. If someone keeps insisting Erin was there for Jensen then please ask them for clear evidence and you will soon find there is none.

You may have been told that some woman who worked on set for the Boys caught Erin and Jensen in the act. - First off, Erin and Jensen barely intersected each other on set. Secondly, on-set crew signs NDAs. Thirdly, no professional actor would risk getting fired over flirting or anything related, that's a super fast way to get fired. A set is a professional environment. Most of all, people who are a part of the crew don't have so much access to the stars. They may get to interact and be around them when doing make-up, costume and other set-related situations but actors have their own designated areas and security is tight. Aside from this, rumors on a set travel at lightning speed and yet no such rumors about the cast ever surfaced. I can also add the fact that actors are trained to create chemistry and so they use various exercises to achieve this. Often, people end up believing they are in love precisely due to the powerful chemistry those exercises generate. Don't believe me? Cool, have a look here.

Some friend of a friend saw Erin in Jensen's lap in some social media post. All that was visible was the beard. 🤣🤦🏼‍♀- The beard belonged to Jai Courtney. No Jensen was involved.

Erin and Jensen got matching tattoos - In reality, Jai tattooed Erin's ankle, which had zero to do with Jensen. Here's a pic:

These are just a few examples, in some cases, the person sharing these rumors claims to be Jensen's hookup and that Jensen confided to her that he is involved with Erin. The person responsible for sharing these stories has multiple sock accounts and is posing as multiple people. The person has even resorted to stealing someone's online pictures to pose as that friend so as to differentiate one of her sock accounts from her original one.

Aside from this, this person has also taken to SM to harass the actors in their comment sections, in an attempt to make it seem as if the rumors have taken off. They have not.

Neither Jensen nor Danneel nor Erin deserved to be harassed over made-up stories. To avoid doxxing anyone involved, I have made this a general post to bring you awareness and give the person responsible a chance to reassess their actions and do the right thing. As mentioned in my disclaimer, I want to strongly remind everyone that anything you read online or on my blog or any other blog should be taken with a huge grain of salt. Just as when people contact you claiming they are Misha, Jensen etc. ask them for evidence and once they fail to provide it report and block. If someone contacts you to share gossip, stay grounded, ask questions, ask for supporting evidence and details, and make your own decision rather than adopting someone's idea of the truth. It's one thing to entertain a rumor and quite another to harass real-life people over adopting these rumors as truth. Gossip can be fun and entertaining but it should never, ever cross the line into slander, impersonation and other violations. Let's keep in mind that there are teenagers with naive perspectives, fans who suffer from erotomania or other mental disorders or people who simply lack information who might all fall victim to these machinations and suffer consequences. We all play a part in keeping fandom safe so let's exercise caution. Please stay safe online and help others do the same. I am feeling kinda tired so I apologize for not being able to compose this post as clearly as I wanted, feel free to DM me if anything is unclear.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

It Takes A Village

Fandom: YJ98, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: After witnessing Bart murder someone, his friends scramble to cover Bart's tracks and stumble upon an international scandal as a result.

(Minor background: Bart took a gap year, and Conner did two years of community college. This starts shortly after Bart's 19th birthday. So, Conner and Jenni are 20, Bart and Cissie are 19, Tim and Cassie are 18, I made Greta 17 for the sake of the fic, and Judy is 15. I decided to make Owen 22 and Thad 16 for plot reasons. Clark and Conner are brothers in this fic, and Clark is 12 years older for the sake of this fic, so he's 32.)

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake, Greta Hayes, Jenni Ognats, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Clark Kent, Wally West, Linda Park, Courtney Whitmore, President Thawne

Relationship(s): KonBart, CissieCassie, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Serial Killer AU, No Powers AU, Angst, Dark Comedy, Bart Allen Kills in This Fic, Minor Thad Thawne, Separated in Childhood, Some Smut in This

Chapter Eleven: The Road to Hell

Bart lay motionless for nearly an hour, staring upward with laser focus. His mind played over everything he’d planned, and he kept his breathing even and slow. The door opened, and he heard a weak cough, Bart waited for the car to go dark as he raised up. His arms rested on his chest as he used his stomach to raise up, gently and quietly to keep from shaking the car. By the time the man noticed him, it was too late. Bart pulled the cord tight around the man’s neck, He leaned back, bearing down as he tightened his gloved grip on Dr. Donnovan’s neck. The man struggled for air and a grip on the cord, fighting for nearly two minutes before he lost consciousness. Bart held on for several minutes before he finally let go. The man was dead. Undeniably dead. Bart got out and opened the front door. Bart took a melon baller and scooped the man’s injured eye out. He set it on the dashboard, a tongue in his back teeth as he focused on the act. He shut the door with his hip and quickly shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked out the opposite end of the alley before placing his soiled gloves in a plastic zip-sealed bag. He walked to his grandfather’s office and washed the coveralls and gloves in the washing machine twice while he showered. 

The ice-cold water kept him calm while his adrenaline pumped. He slowly turned the water up as he deep cleaned. Despite wearing gloves, Bart still insisted on scrubbing his hands. He conditioned his hair, trying to calm himself down, but he was giddy and warm inside. The warm water didn’t help, so he turned the water down again, rinsing and scrubbing his body under ice water until he started shaking violently. Bart moisturized his skin, putting powder on, and lightly spritzing himself with cologne.

He stashed a few pairs of underwear in the locker and dressed in another one of Barry’s sweatsuits. He put the coveralls in the dryer. His sweatpants fit baggy and the sweatshirt swallowed him, but he left in them as soon as his coveralls were dry and put away. Bart’s car was parked out front with his travel bag in the car, so he drove straight from there to Conner’s. 

He was a day early, so Conner didn’t expect him. His hands shook and his heart pumped as he approached Conner’s dorm apartment. He called Conner, so he wouldn’t wake Cassie and Greta. And Conner crept to the door, half-asleep and smiling. “You said you’d be here tomorrow mor—.” 

Bart kissed Conner’s neck as he reached underneath his shirt. “Take your clothes off,” Bart whispered as he kissed Conner's neck, up his jawline to his lips. He rubbed the front of Conner’s shorts as he begged. “Please…” Conner pulled away. 

“Not here… You’re gonna wake the girls up,” Conner whispered. Bart let his teeth graze Conner’s neck as he breathed on him. “Let me show you my room.” 

Bart followed Conner to the bedroom where he dropped his bag and stripped down to nothing, and he lifted Conner’s shirt, kneeling on his uninjured knee as he kissed Conner’s stomach, his lips dragging against Conner’s belly button down to his waistband. Teeth caught Conner’s waistband, and Bart pulled his basketball shorts off with his mouth, his chin grazing Conner’s bulge on the way down. Conner stopped him. “What are you doing here?” Conner chuckled. 

Bart looked up, blinking hard as Conner pulled him to his feet. “I couldn’t sleep… I got so hard on the drive here just thinking about you—.” Bart stopped mid-sentence to pull Conner’s shirt off. “Why do you still have your clothes on?” 

Bart lifted him up before falling onto the bed. Bart kissed Conner all over, his mouth open and hungry, tongue tasting skin, teeth gently biting tender flesh. “Don’t stop,” Conner whispered. 

Bart nodded, spreading Conner’s legs to kiss his inner thighs. He lay on his stomach while he did it, grinding against Conner’s sheets as he came up for air. Conner reached into a tin lunchbox and gave Bart a condom. Bart was impatient, returning to Conner’s inner thighs. He sucked and kissed them, and Conner spread out on the bed, reaching out to clutch the sheets. Conner accidentally grabbed the remote, turning on the TV, and it drowned out his moans. “I missed you too… but if you don’t slow down—.” Bart pressed a knuckle to Conner’s taint as he took Conner into his mouth. Conner’s toes curled, and he arched into Bart’s mouth. Bart bobbed a few times before rising up for air. 

“You can cum. It’s okay… Whenever you want…. Wherever you want,” Bart whispered, almost begging. 

“I—.” Conner patted the bed, searching for the condom he dropped, and he touched Bart’s chest with it. Bart gripped his thighs, pulling him close as he thrust inside him. “Bart—. Fuck.” 

Bart pulled out, unsatisfied with their position, and he flipped Conner onto his stomach. Before Conner could catch his breath, Bart grabbed his hair, pulling him up by wrapping his arm around Conner’s chest, and driving into Conner by rolling his hips and stomach. Conner gasped, surprised at how fast and rough Bart moved. Bart wrapped a hand around Conner’s dick, licking Conner’s neck as he pumped into him. Bart grunted. “Cumming,” Bart groaned. Conner fell onto his palms, and Bart stroked Conner faster before stopping to spit into his hand. Conner reached for a towel with just seconds to spare before he collapsed into the pillows. 

Several minutes passed in silence. Conner lay on his stomach, his eyes drooping, and his body warm. Bart caught his breath, but he couldn’t turn off his mind. As soon as Conner started to nod off, he felt Bart grinding against him. “Bart?” Conner chuckled. 

“Please… More,” Bart mumbled as he kissed Conner’s shoulder. Conner lay on his back, gently stroking as he looked at Bart. “Can you—?”

“I can…”

**

Conner trembled as Bart kissed his neck and shoulders. “Okay,” Conner sternly whispered. 

“Okay?” Bart asked.

“I’m exhausted,” Conner answered. Bart lay on his side, pushing Conner’s bangs out of his face. 

His eyes softened as he looked Conner over. “Did I hurt you somewhere?” Bart asked. He could make out a few bruises on Conner’s thighs, and he frowned at Conner’s ruddy and sweaty appearance. 

“No. No, you didn’t hurt me… I just didn’t expect—. It was crazy,” Conner laughed as tears streamed down his cheeks. Conner couldn’t catch his breath, his body and mind were completely overstimulated by their exchange. Bart sat up. “Oh no, I’m not… I just need to cool down. You didn’t hurt me. No… I’m just a little overwhelmed. Let me catch my breath for a minute.”

Bart grabbed his sweatshirt off of Conner’s desk and offered it to Conner to keep him warm. “I’m sorry. Maybe I could get you—. I won’t do this—.” 

Conner pulled Bart into his arms, and he kissed Bart’s cheek. “You didn’t hurt me. I promise. You didn’t do anything that I didn’t like. I promise… How are you feeling? Do you feel better?” Conner questioned as he wiped the sweat from Bart’s brow. 

“I feel better… I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Bart replied. “You’re so soft.” 

“That’s because I’m sleepy,” Conner whispered. 

“Okay… Goodnight,” Bart whispered. Bart got up, searching his bag for a sleeping pill, and he took one with water. Conner was fast asleep before Bart returned to the bed, and he climbed in, closing his eyes as he allowed sleep to flood in. 

**

Bart woke up before dawn, stretching out and glancing down at Conner who hadn’t moved an inch since they fell asleep. He pulled the blankets over Conner’s shoulders before going to shower and brush his teeth. 

After he got dressed, he joined Conner, sitting beside him. Conner smiled, still half-asleep as he reached for Bart. “You smell so good,” Conner mumbled. 

“Thanks,” Bart whispered. He traced the line of Conner’s jaw. “Gorgeous… Good morning.” 

“It’s morning?” Conner questioned. 

Bart chuckled, reaching under the covers to rub Conner’s back. “Do you want breakfast in bed?” Bart offered. Conner opened one eye. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Conner grinned. Bart scrunched down beside him, looking him in the eyes as he moved close enough to almost kiss him. Close enough for Conner to lose his breath. 

“I just want you to know how important you are to me… And I want bacon,” Bart replied. Conner laughed. 

“Eggs and pancakes too?” Conner asked. Bart smiled, his lips brushing against Conner’s. 

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll never leave,” Bart teased. “Go shower. I’ll start breakfast.” 

**

Greta yawned as she left her room, smelling the bacon, and she shuffled toward Bart with her eyes shut. Greta’s head drooped forward drowsily against Bart’s back. “Good morning,” Greta mumbled. 

“Are you hungry?” Bart asked. Greta opened her eyes and squealed as she embraced him. Bart chuckled. “I missed you too.”

Bart turned toward her, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. “When did you get here?” Greta asked. 

“Two-ish. How’s school?” Bart asked. 

Greta stood on her tiptoes, looking at the bacon sizzling in the skillet. “School’s fine. I’m taking a film class. I think you’d enjoy it. We’re in this unit called Elements of Genre. It’s a two-term class. At the end of this unit, we have to write a paper on our favorite genre and pick a few key elements from a movie of our choice. Conner said you were a good writer, so I was wondering if you’d proofread it for me when I’m done,” Greta requested. Bart turned the fire off and turned his attention to the eggs. 

Bart grinned at her. “I’ll do you one better... When you pick a movie, I’ll watch it with you. How about it?” Bart offered. Greta nodded excitedly before she noticed something… And she always noticed something. Even if she didn’t say anything. She cocked her head, letting her pursed lips tilt to the side. “What’s wrong?” 

“You’re different… Why are you different?” Greta asked. 

“I was sick last week… But I’m better now,” Bart answered. 

She shook her head. The distinct glimmer in her downturned eyes told Bart everything he needed to know. Greta saw the shift in his behavior, but she couldn’t attribute it to anything he’d seen or done. He pinched her cheek and turned away from her, trying to keep her from digging further. “You’re happier today. A lot happier,” Greta whispered. Bart pinched her cheek between his pointer finger and middle finger knuckles. 

“Does it scare you?” Bart asked as he leaned forward. Greta shook her head. 

“You don’t scare me,” Greta grinned. It set Bart’s heart at ease. “Cassie’s still sleeping, but I can wake her up.” 

Bart turned the fire low, and he shook his head. “Do you think she’ll mind if I go in there to talk?” Bart asked. Greta shook her head. “Can you do me a favor and watch the eggs? I’ll come back.” Greta took the spatula from him, and he left the kitchen. 

He entered Cassie’s room and nudged her. She opened her eyes and jumped. “Bart, oh my—. When did you get here?” Cassie asked. 

Bart scrunched his nose up as he grinned. “Two. I didn’t wanna wake you guys up, so I texted Conner. I couldn’t sleep, so I got on the road... If you don’t want me here, ” Bart teased, “Sorry, Cissie couldn’t come. She had a game.” Cassie hugged him. 

“That’s alright. How are you? You were sick,” Cassie replied. 

Bart softened. “I’m good. It was an overexertion thing,” Bart replied. Cassie frowned and nodded. “If I rest any more, you’ll have to put me in a coffin. I’ll bring you guys breakfast in a minute.” 

**

Bart typed his paper for class while Conner did chin-ups in the doorway. The news played in the background, and Conner watched quietly. Bart’s phone rang, and he answered. “Hi, Thad,” Bart greeted him warmly. 

“My doctor is dead… Dr. Donnovan was—.” 

“Which one is that?” Bart interrupted. He hated lying to Thad, but he refused to pull him into a mess. 

“I want to talk to you. I have to tell you I’m scared,” Thad cried. 

Bart sat up straight. “Don’t be upset. I’ll get you a ticket here if you need me. I’m not home until Monday, but you can come here then. Will you be okay until then?” Bart questioned. Thad sobbed and gasped. “Thaddeus, breathe. I promise you can come with me as soon as I get home.” Conner dropped down from the chin-up bar, and he cocked his head. 

“I can wait,” Thad cried. 

“Good… Now, give the phone to Helen or Max. I gotta explain this to them,” Bart gently commanded. It hurt his heart, and he had to step up and do something to make it better. 

He listened as Thad gave his phone to someone, and he could hear Helen’s boyfriend in the background. “Bart, what’s going on? Thad won’t explain anything to me, but he’s been hysterical since he woke up this morning,” Max asked. 

“He wants to stay with me for a little while, but he’s afraid you’ll say no. I told him I’d fly him out on Monday if it’s alright with you. I’ll take him to class with me,” Bart offered. 

“What’s going on?” Max questioned. 

Bart sighed. “I’m not sure… He sounds like he’s freaking out, though. I don’t want him worrying himself sick. Let me fly him out on Monday, Max,” Bart pleaded. 

“Okay… How long do you plan on keeping him?” Max asked. 

Conner wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt before kissing Bart’s temple. “Um… I don’t know. Maybe a week. I’ll call you beforehand if something changes,” Bart answered. Max hummed.

“You know what, Bart? I’m proud of you. I’m glad you’re offering to look after your brother,” Max whispered. 

Bart lay back on the floor. “It’s good… Let me give him the good news,” Bart replied. His stomach was in knots as he listened to the exchange. 

“Max said it’s okay… I’ll pick you up from the airport Monday afternoon. I’ll send your ticket tonight. Don’t talk to Mom about the doctor who died. Why’s that got you in knots anyway? Stupid sprokking doctors were evil. I hope they all—.” 

“Bart, don’t… Grandpa might—. I think Grandpa’s going to send people to look into it. Retrieval people,” Thad whispered. He seemed much calmer, but Bart could hear the fear in Thad’s voice. 

“What the hell do you mean? What do you mean retrieval people?” Bart asked. 

Thad didn’t say anything for a long time. “The people that killed our father and aunt… And people from the observatory. Lawyers and doctors. Scientists. I think it’s an observatory kid. It has to be. What if they—?”

“No one will ever hurt you again. Do you hear me?” Bart asked. “I will never let anyone do anything bad to you ever again. I love you, and I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore. Go pack. I’ll call you again before bed.”

“Okay,” Thad replied, “Bye.”

“Bye,” Bart whispered before hanging up. He groaned and pressed his palms to his eyelids. 

Conner leaned over him. “What’s the matter, hon?” Conner asked. 

Hon. That was cute. Bart smiled, but it didn’t take away the anxiety of Thad’s situation. “My brother’s freaking out. He wants to stay with me for a little bit. I said yeah,” Bart mumbled. 

“Do you regret it?” Conner asked. 

“Nuh uh… He’s my baby brother. I knew he’d end up staying with me once I moved out this way… He’s just a kid. I just—. I didn’t realize how much I cared. I just offered to fly him out. I don’t know why I did that,” Bart mumbled. 

Conner pulled Bart up into his arms. “I love you. I sometimes forget how big your heart is. I need you to know that,” Conner whispered, “You’re gonna be fine.” 

Bart didn’t say anything as he let his weight drop into Conner’s arms. Conner kissed Bart’s cheek, pressing his nose to the side of Bart’s face. “Can you tell me again?” Bart asked. Conner smiled. 

“You’ll be fine… And Thad will be, too. You know, this makes me think about Clark and the little bit of time that I stayed with him. Bart, take it from me. Sometimes younger brothers just want to know they mean something to you,” Conner whispered, “I try to pretend I don’t care, but I look at Clark like he’s perfect. I try to look for the flaws sometimes, but I know it’ll just—. Sorry. It’s not—.”

“No. Don’t apologize. I want to hear it,” Bart whispered. Conner smiled against Bart’s cheek. 

“I’ve been through so many phases because of Clark. At first, I wanted nothing to do with him. I was hit with so many comparisons that I was convinced I had to be his polar opposite to be seen as my own person… And then some... stuff happened that made me want to—. I didn’t want to be me, but he figured it out pretty fast. I think it made us close. We both had stuff going on at the time, and Clark was really understanding when I finally told him everything I’d been going through,” Conner explained. Bart didn’t press for Conner to elaborate. He worried that it would only open up old wounds. Without words or any idea of an appropriate response, he took Conner’s palm and kissed it. 

“I—. I feel weird like I’m keeping a secret from you… But, I—. I don’t know how to talk about what happened without feeling like—.”

“Is it something I have to know?” Bart asked. Conner looked down, pondering over Bart’s question. 

“No,” Conner answered. 

“Would it help me treat you better?” Bart questioned. Conner shook his head, timidly pressing his forehead into Bart’s shoulder. “Then, it’s none of my business… And until you feel comfortable, I’m okay with that. You’ve never forced me to talk about anything I didn’t want to.” And he meant it. It was an accidentally transactional agreement. A perfectly expressed and partially selfish loophole, but he thought his heart was in the right place.

[it-is-i-zim]

May I ask you about n°22 -"your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores" for Captain Boomerang?

In short? His whole ass existence is ignored. He's my boy and he's often put in a dumpster and then that dumpster is set on fire and that on fire dumpster is then thrown onto a desert island and that desert island is full of demons that eat on fire dumpsters.

This is ESPECIALLY true when it comes to his comic counterpart. No one even wants to look in his direction unless they're a hater. For 2 years I've been fighting for my life about this man because everyone *cough cough* Tim Drake fans* couch cough* wanted to talk shit on him.

All I ever hear about is Kill the Justice League Boomerang. Don't get me wrong, I love him. He's everything I wish Comic Boomerang was, but it's only Kill the Justice League Boomerang right now. Up until like 2021, it was pretty much only Jai Courtney Boomerang, who I'm not particularly fond of btw. He literally does not even look like Captain Boomerang at all.

But in all seriousness, what the fandom likes to ignore is that he's a former Flash Rogue. For me there was always this sort of complex morality that I liked when it came to the Rogues, but because Captain Boomerang is most often Suicide Squad member, if he shows up at all honestly, that part of him is ignored in both canon and fanon. Canon writers want him to be a mercenary or an assassin so bad but it just doesn't fit him. And fanon doesn't want to touch him at all unless their a Tim Drake fan. Then they'll go overboard with the murder and the stabbiness.

Like... Captain Boomerang is not a killer unless put in extreme circumstances. That's how Rogues work. They aren't going around and killing innocent people and everyone acts like that's what Boomer does because he's killing people (usually fascist dictators btw. Not usually random people) for the US government. Not even of his own free will. He's got a bomb in his head and if he doesn't murder these people he's killed.

Even the game fucks this up btw, using Mirror Master and Top as examples of Rogues that'll be mad that Boomer killed the Flash. Like... If this is Evan McCulloch specifically... Do I need to remind the class he dressed up as Pied Piper to kill Pied Piper's parents to accuse Pied Piper of murdering his own parents? I know that's when he was one of Blacksmith's Rogues, but he's still a Rogue. And with Top... He tried to start a war between Rogues so Captain Cold, who literally made the no killing rule and is a stickler for the rules, murdered the Top. And if I learned anything from the story where Walter West as Dark Flash nearly kills Captain Boomerang... The Rogues can and will have the intention to kill a Flash if they're legitimately a danger to their safety. And Kill the Justice League Flash would have for sure killed countless people if not for the Squad killing him so honestly I don't think the Rogues would actually care at all. They just probably don't want to hear Boomerang brag about it constantly.

Also I would like if they elaborated on the giant humanoid snake people with prehensile tongues that live in the Australian Outback. What the hell I'm intrigued.

[autisticwizardwritings]

Hiiii!!

I'm Leo, or Leon. This is my first account on here for writing, so I thought I'd do an introduction since I see everyone else doing them!!

I'm new to writing for characters that aren't just my own, but I do have some (keyword: SOME) experience with fanfiction and such! My pronouns are he/they, and I'm a transmasc minor.

I think I'm mainly going to upload oneshots and headcanons for Total Drama (I've seen up to All Stars so far, but I'll update this anytime I finish another season!) but I'll also write for a few other things if requested :] (all fics will be gender neutral unless gender is specified.)

Things I WILL write:

Total Drama (seasons 1-5)

Ninja Turtles (2012 or 2018, but I'm better at 2018.)

FNaF? Maybe? Depends on what it's about, I guess.

Gravity Falls

Lego Ninjago

In Space With Markiplier, and all his series like that.

Jacksepticeye egos!!! I might need a little time to get back into it but I'll write some if requested!

Maybe some character x character? Depends on who and what, but I'm willing to give it a shot!

Character x reader (both platonic and romantic)

General character headcanons

Fluffy fluffy fluffy!!! I LOVE fluff. It's so much fun to write

Comfort! Both ways! (but I'm better at reader being comforted)

Probably more stuff I can't think of right now.

Stuff I WON'T write. No exceptions.

Any sort of smut. lemon, lime, whatever it's called. Absolutely not.

No suicide. Bothers me quite a bit. A self-harm comfort/recovery fic? Maybe, depending on how strong it is, but no suicide. Especially if it's like. romanticized. Get out and never come back if you do that with something like that. What the fuck is wrong with you. (I have in fact seen people do that.)

Just.. nothing gross, y'know? Nothing illegal. "Basic DNI criteria stuff", some call it.

No abuse??????? I've seen multiple people ask others for that on other websites and I just. Why would you want to read about yourself or someone else in that situation..? I don't get it.

No pedophilia, incest, or anything of the sort. That much should be obvious.

Um. I can't think of anything else at the moment, but I'll add more if I remember.

Characters I'll (try) writing for:

(feel free to request characters that aren't on this list, this is just here to show who I understand more and will be able to write for better.)

Total Drama:

Basically all the Total Drama cast, but I'll probably be best at:

Mike and any of his alters <3

Dawn

Lindsay

Blaineley

Katie

Noah

Cody

Beth

Brick

mmaybee Courtney or Gwen? Still trying to understand their personalities more.

Gravity Falls:

Dipper

Stanford

Mable

Wendy

Lego Ninjago:

Jay

Zane

Morro

Cole

Kai

Nya

Lloyd

Any fandoms I didn't specify in this list means that I'm willing to try and write for any of the characters. You can request characters that aren't on this list, but these are just the ones I'll be better at. <3

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Dawn of the Duelverse - (an alternate Post-Crisis DC Historia)

by IGeo An alternate history of the Post-Crisis DC Universe. The Anti-Monitor's mad dream of erasing positive matter from existence has been dashed. By all accounts, The Multiverse should've been made one. Instead, by some unknown means, mitosis occurred. Now what was five is only two. In the aftermath of the crisis, with the worlds of the Justice Society and Justice League dividing the spoils of the other surviving three between them, the new "Duelverse" finds itself settling into a new paradigm. Worlds have lived, worlds have died, and nothing will ever be the same. Words: 1205, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Justice Society of America (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics), Justice League of America (Comics), Infinity Inc. (Comics), Kingdom Come (Comics), Green Lantern (Comics), Superman (Comics), The Question (Comics), Power Girl (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, Multi, Other Characters: Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Alan Scott (DCU), Kent Nelson, Al Pratt, Kal-L | Earth-2 Superman, Bruce Wayne, Vic Sage, David Sikela, Kyle Rayner, Karen Starr | Kara Zor-L, Sandman (Character), Nathaniel Adam, Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Jared Stevens, Jessica Cruz, Simon Baz, Doomsday (Superman), Ultra-Humanite, Amanda Waller, Ted Kord, Michael Carter (DCU), Peter Cannon, Sonia Sato, Sparkington Northrup, Yolanda Montez, Lyta Trevor-Hall, Koriand'r (DCU), Wesley Dodds, Jim Corrigan, Mar Novu | The Monitor, The Childminder, Matthew Tyler, Courtney Whitmore, Diana (Wonder Woman), Iris West II, Olivia Queen | Oliver Queen's Daughter, Avia | Scott Free and Big Barda's Daughter, Jennifer Pierce, Mar'i Grayson, Helena Wayne Relationships: Helena Wayne & Original Character(s), Kara Zor-L & John Constantine, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Mary Batson | Mary Bromfield & Freddy Freeman, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Jennifer-Lynn Hayden/Kyle Rayner, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Pre-Crisis, Post-Crisis (DCU), Earth-2 (DCU), Earth-1 (DCU), Justice Society of America (DCU), Mentioned Teen Titans (DCU), What If? (Marvel Comics), Elseworlds, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Parallel Universes, Alternate Universe - 1940s, Earth-22 (Kingdom Come Comics), Documentation, Alternate History, Worldbuilding, Super Squad (Legacies), Superheroes via https://ift.tt/SdfeWmI

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Justice League: The Beginning

by IMAXStories

What if Earth-Prime wasn't just Earth-1 and Earth-38 merged? Instead, it is a different Earth with profound changes. And what if it's all due to Oliver staying alive?

(This story is formerly known as Heroes of Earth Prime)

Words: 1252, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arrow (TV 2012), The Flash (TV 2014), Supergirl (TV 2015), Batwoman (TV 2019), Man of Steel (2013), Wonder Woman (Movies - Jenkins), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, F/F

Characters: Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Kara Danvers, Sara Lance, Kate Kane, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Tommy Merlyn, Laurel Lance, Felicity Smoak, Roy Harper, John Diggle, Nyssa al Ghul, Thea Queen, Patty Spivot, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Ronnie Raymond, Hunter Zolomon | Jay Garrick, Iris West, Joe West, Alex Danvers, Lena Luthor, Winn Schott Jr., Lyra Strayd, Mon-El (Supergirl TV 2015), M'gann M'orzz, Diana (Wonder Woman), Nate Heywood, Lindsay Carlisle, Rex Tyler, Courtney Whitmore (DC's Legends Of Tomorrow), Ray Palmer, Ted Grant, Dinah Drake, Mar Novu | The Monitor, Margot (Batwoman), Luke Fox, Alfred Pennyworth, Alexandra (ofc), Lex Luthor

Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Barry Allen/Patty Spivot, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Lindsay Carlisle/Sara Lance, Kate Kane/Margot, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Dinah Drake/Tommy Merlyn, Nyssa al Ghul/Laurel Lance, Winn Schott Jr./Lyra Strayd, Ronnie Raymond/Caitlin Snow

Additional Tags: other characters not mentioned in tags, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags

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[imgoldielikehawn]

HAPPY JAI THURSDAY YA FILTHY ANIMALS 😍♥️😍♥️😍

[wackyharpy]

Headcanon | Eric (Divergent) X Fem!Reader

Summary: You tell Eric that you're pregnant.

To find more stories — masterlist

9 years have passed since the 1st Divergent movie was released OMG!! And i still love Eric. I've read enough fics with him but pregnancy isn't common so i've decided why not? :) enjoy!

P.S. English isn't my native

You've been in relationships for about four years since your initiation when you transferred from Erudite.

Eric was that type of a person whom it's hard to develop the relationships with but you two managed to get used to each other and become a loving couple.

He has still remained dominant and intimidating, at times rough and cruel (not towards you) but as quite enough time has passed Eric opened his soft side to you.

Still you knew it would be difficult. For both of you. Though mostly for Eric.

Once you were talking about how other couples develop their relationships and decide have children. At this point, you noticed Eric's tension about the topic. He always refused to keep on talking about potential babies.

You were on birth control and Eric hated using condoms. Pills were more useful though as you hadn't always had opportunity to take condoms with you or to find one in the process of undressing each other.

Yes, occasionally Eric was horny. Other times EXTREMELY horny. You couldn't help but being grabbed and pressed to the cold wall of the dark alcove, or being locked in some closet and then Eric would fuck your brains out.

Life at Dauntless was never easy and hard work or long missions often took away your opportunity to take pills on time.

And Eric was so impatient and fucked you hard...

And often spilled inside of you...

And now you were sitting on the floor of the bathroom in your shared apartment looking with shoked round eyes at the pregnancy test. Your hands were trembling and you felt as if your heart could stop at any time.

You, ultimately, were Dauntless so you had to tell him.

That evening you were sitting in the kitchen having late dinner.

"Do you feel well?" Eric asked and you lifted up your head from the plate.

"Yeah, why?"

"It seems you don't have appetite," Eric pointed at your portion of food which you barely were eating.

You puckered your bottom lip and lowered your gaze at the plate again toying with your fork.

"Y/N..."

"Eric," you interrupted him and sighed heavily trying to collect your at that time chaotic thoughts together.

He was looking at you carefully and waiting.

"We need to talk," you put aside the fork and looked straightly in his grey eyes.

Your muscles were tensed and Eric noticed it. He said nothing, still was patiently waiting for you to continue.

"I am pregnant," it was all you said and then arrived long silence that suffocated you so much.

Eric's jaw clenched and he strongly squeezed his fork that you thought it might be bent.

"You hadn't been taking pills regularly," Eric stated coldly looking at the surface of the dining table.

"And you had been refusing to use condoms."

Eric immediately through at you his sharp gaze.

"Eric, we are both responsible for this. We have sex regularly and when people sleep together they have children."

"Fuck!" His voice was nervous. "You imagine how it sounds? You're pregnant, Y/N!"

"Thank you for pointing out," you snapped indignantly.

Eric drastically got up from the chair and stepped a little away from the table turning towards the windows.

You saw how his muscular back was tensed, you knew he was anxious and even outraged.

"I'm not ready to be a father." He stated coldly and sharply. This tone as though grinded your heart.

"I'm not ready to be a mother either. But, Eric... This is our baby." The last sentence you said almost whispering. Still you knew he could hear it.

Eric clenched his hands into fists and tsked. "Shit," he hissed and moved towards the door disappearing in the corridor leaving you alone.

That night you slept alone trying to block all intrusive thoughts that wanted to capture your mind while Eric was training hard in the gym till his knuckles were bleeding.

The following day you didn't see each other. He was busy with his leader's work so as you. But the day turned out to be shitty for you as intrusive thoughts, however, took hold of your mind.

What if you would break up and you would be a single mother? Should you terminate your pregnancy? Or should you shrugg off Eric and bring up a child by yourself?

Somehow you were able to finish your work and went back to your shared apartment where you were readying yourself to sleep.

You were sitting on the bed taking off your trousers when you felt somebody's presence. Turning your head you saw Eric standing at the door way looking at you attentively.

You ignored him and continued undressing.

"Y/N..."

"What?!" You suddenly cried out. "What, Eric? You wanna add something? I guess your yesterday's reaction was quite clear!"

Eric sighed heavily and came up kneeling down in front of you. His hands rested on your hips squeezing it lightly.

"Listen, I'm not gonna break up with you. Understand? I told you the truth yesterday that I'm not ready. I don't think I will ever be a good father."

"You can't know exactly, Eric." You placed your hand on his forearms.

Again silence hung between you. Eric was gently brushing your hips with his thumbs. You were looking into his deep eyes seeing hesitation. The Dauntless Leader was hesitating. He was uncertain and insecure about what future you may have. A baby? This was too much.

"Eric," you brushed his cheek smiling lovingly. "You are the bravest man I've ever known, but it's okay to be afraid. I see this fear and uncertainty in your eyes. And... I'm also scared. But I need you. We need you," you placed your right palm on your abdomen. "I need your support and protection."

It was clearly seen how Eric was thinking over everything, how pupils in his eyes dilated. He was figuring out what exactly he needed and wanted from this life. And he wanted you. He desired you. Loved you.

Eric straightened and touched your soft lips with his kissing you passionately. His left hand rested on your cheek and his right arm wrapped your waist drawing your body closer to his.

You felt safe in his embrace and his passionate kiss showed his love towards you.

"I will," Eric said breathing heavily after the kiss. He rested his forehead on yours looking straightly into your eyes. "I will support and protect you both." Eric layed his hand onto your stomach. "I promise."

Your heart melted again just like that time when he finally said that he loved you. You smiled happily and then it was your turn to kiss him. You were eagerly exploring his mouth with your tongue while your skilled fingers were unfastening his belt. You tore up your kiss cunningly looking at him. "I want you so badly, Eric. Now."

Contented smirk appeared on his handsome face and he layed you down on the bed looming over you. "Watch out, darling or I'll develop another kink."

"Which one?" You were running your fingers over his muscular chest under the T-shirt desiring to feel it bare against your breasts as soon as possible.

"Pregnancy sex," he sweetly whispered at your ear running fingers against your pubic bone directly to your clit.

!! I do not own the image nor do I claim to own it!!

[shadowcatgirl09]

Am I enjoying The Institute by Stephen King? Yes I am. Am I dreading when it becomes a movie or tv show? Hell yes

[poedamneron01]

GEORGE HARKNESS X F!READER

Summary: reader and Digger meeting for the first time while on the first mission of Task Force X (set during 2016 Suicide Squad), reader has catwoman/blackwidow like abilities.

TW: swearing

Captain Boomerang AU/Masterlist.

“Welcome to Task Force X.” Rick Flag explained too the convicts of Belle Reve prison that were stood in front of him “You all work for me now, you piss me off or vex me I blow your heads off.” Flag stated as Harley raised her arm to talk. “Flag, you have one more addition too your team, she is pulling up now.” Waller spoke over the comms in his ear as a pickup truck pulled up, with a singular crate strapped to it.

“Copy.” He replied as the crate was lifted up and placed on the ground, where guards surrounded the box and crowbarred it open. “This is Y/N L/N, our final member.” Rick read off his small iPad as the new member didn’t move.

“Oh yeah, nice mate, is she invisible or somethin?” George asked with his arms crossed over his chest, earning a cackle from Harley, before a soldier stomped over, kicking the crate and it slammed sideways onto the concrete and you rolled out and landed on your feet with ease.

You looked up through your curtains of hair covering your face “L/N, welcome to Task Force X.” Flag stated and you stood up, pushing your hair behind your shoulders “Well gee, thanks for havin’ me colonel.” You smirked before walking over and getting in line beside your new teammates.

“Your shit is over there, get changed and grab anything you will need for a fight, we are wheels up in ten.” He finished before walking away and allowing the group to grab their things.

“G’Day.” A husky voice spoke from beside you, causing you to look up slightly and meet the blue eyes of a man wearing a white singlet “Hey.” You responded as the pair of you walked over towards your crates, which happened to be beside one another.

“What are you in for love?” You recognised his Australian accent and your stomach fluttered, you always had a thing for guys with an accent. “Lets just say some rats had a hand in my doing.” You responded while pulling open your crate to reveal your belongings.

You watched as he too began pulling out his stuff, slipping on a blue jacket that read ‘CAPTAIN’.

“How about you, Captain?” You asked sending him a smile and he grinned back “Lets just say some red streak who disagrees with a poor man playing Mahjong with his nanna, peacefully.” You laughed and squatted down, pulling out a black all in one stealth suit with a grumble.

“I’m George by the way.” He added after a few seconds, extending his hand out towards you “Y/N.” You responded and slid your hand into his, shaking it a few times before reluctantly pulling away. You pulled out a pair of black boots that matched your suit before standing up and looking around.

“Is there anywhere I can go to get changed?” You yelled out and received no response, causing you to groan in annoyance “Come ‘ere, I promise I won’t steal a peep.” George mumbled so low that only himself and you could here.

You sent him a pointed look “How are we possible going to do this?” You asked him confused, as where you all stood was so open “I’ll use my coat?” He replied and cocked his eyebrow “Well I have on panties and a bra, I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” You licked your lips and walked towards him.

George wouldn’t lie, you were pretty stunning if he had to admit, nothing like he had seen before. The fact that you were like him, had him feeling more and more infatuated with you. He pulled his heavy, long coat off and allowed you to walk forward, and once you were close enough he held the coat out and around you.

“You know, usually I don’t let a guy see me like this till the first date.” You remarked in a teasing tone and George grinned “Only the first date?” He asked as he tried his damndest to look anywhere but you.

“People don’t use me George, I use them.” You told him as you slipped your prison clothes off and replaced them with the skin tight, black stealth suit. As you pulled it over your shoulders you looked up at George “Can you zip me up?” You asked him with a kind smile.

He looked down and your eyes met his and he stuttered for a few seconds before nodding “Uh, yeah.” You silently laughed at his response as he pulled his jacket back around him, before you felt his rough fingers brush the skin on your lower back, before he pulled the zipper up.

“There you go love.” George let his hands fall by his side as you spun around on your toes “Thank you.” You spoke genuinely as you leaned down and slipped on your socks and boots, tying them up with a huff. “How about we get to know each other? Eh? Could be our last day on this shitty Earth, lets make it a decent one with good company?” George was surprised by his words but now he had to roll with the punches.

You stood back up after attaching holsters to your legs and slipping in small handguns “Is this a date?” You asked with a playful smile and George rolled his eyes “Darlin’, I think it is safe to say we speak the same language, and you are a very pretty woman.” He tried to reason and you chuckled as you began arming yourself with knives and guns and ammo.

“Okay.” You agreed finally and you weren’t so sure he heard your answer “I mean, I’m not afraid to say this might be a fucked up first date, but if you don’t want to I’m cool with that, I was taught to respect women.” He rambled on and you stepped closer to him.

“George,” you interrupted and he looked down at you with his hands propped up onto his lips “I want to get to know you.” He was taken by surprise as Flag walked back over “Time to go dirtbags.” He called walking towards the cargo helicopters.

“Save me a seat will you?” You asked him sweetly, cocking your head to the side and blinking innocently and he nodded “Yeah, sure darlin’.” He turned and walked off, allowing you to admire his tall and well built frame.

Maybe if you guys could get away after this mission, without dying that is, you could work something out, but that was for another time.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

It Takes A Village

Fandom: YJ98, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: After witnessing Bart murder someone, his friends scramble to cover Bart's tracks and stumble upon an international scandal as a result.

(Minor background: Bart took a gap year, and Conner did two years of community college. This starts shortly after Bart's 19th birthday. So, Conner and Jenni are 20, Bart and Cissie are 19, Tim and Cassie are 18, I made Greta 17 for the sake of the fic, and Judy is 15. I decided to make Owen 22 and Thad 16 for plot reasons. Clark and Conner are brothers in this fic, and Clark is 12 years older for the sake of this fic, so he's 32.)

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake, Greta Hayes, Jenni Ognats, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Clark Kent, Wally West, Linda Park, Courtney Whitmore, President Thawne

Relationship(s): KonBart, CissieCassie, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Serial Killer AU, No Powers AU, Angst, Dark Comedy, Bart Allen Kills in This Fic, Minor Thad Thawne, Separated in Childhood, Some Smut in This

Chapter Nine: Rubber Band

Bart played with Conner’s hair while he slept, naked and warm in the summer heat, a leg draped over Bart’s. Conner tucked his body inward, almost in the fetal position, breathing heavy, even breaths. He rolled closer inward, throwing an arm over Bart’s lap, hugging him like a cherished childhood toy. Conner pulled him in close and when Bart couldn’t be pulled any closer, he shifted his body, slowly climbing on top of him to share his endless warmth. The fan oscillated, buzzing low and slow, keeping the room cool and comfortable while Conner clung to him. 

When he was sure Conner was fast asleep, he pulled his file from underneath the bean bag chair, and he started to read through the thick stack of pages detailing his psychological health. It all seemed foreign to him until he read a name. It shouldn’t have been familiar, but it was. Dr. Michael-Marie Pearson... And for some reason, that name reminded him of the previous summer when he came to the Kent house soaking wet. 

“Bart?” Conner mumbled, his eyes still closed. “Bart, you’re shaking.”

Bart exhaled, breathing hard as he strained for a memory that bubbled just beneath the surface. His memory was near-perfect when he wasn’t in a dissociative state but the past two summers were spent in a dulled state of consciousness even when he was aware. He didn’t hear Conner’s sleepy whispers or feel the shift in Conner’s weight. Dr. Pearson. Michael-Marie Pearson. Dr. Michael. She noted Bart’s propensity for violence, and his explosive outbursts. She called him a ‘terrorist in the making’ and a ‘potential threat to the Interlac government’. He thought he almost drowned the night he stumbled to the Kent farm, but it was clear now. 

Flashes of a struggling woman, her dress floating as he pushed her shoulders down. She coughed and gasped, struggling against him as he drowned her. She couldn’t grasp his arms to scratch his skin, and he was far too strong for her. And then, he came across a picture showing her face. He remembered her hands, holding him down, bruising his skin. Just a little boy. Helpless. He asked her how it felt to be helpless as he tried to drown her. It took so long to drown her, that he wasn’t sure she died from the drowning. Maybe it was the cold. 

“Baby,” Conner loudly whispered as he sat up in Bart’s lap, sitting face to face with him. Bart shut the file, setting it aside as he looked at Conner. “What’s that?” Conner put his glasses on and sat next to him.

“I’m going to say something, and I want to know if it sounds familiar to you,” Bart whispered. 

“Okay,” Conner whispered. 

Bart took a deep breath. “ I killed her. I need you to come with me, ” Bart replied. Conner nodded.

“What does it mean?” Conner asked. 

“It was a confession,” Bart answered before kissing Conner’s cheek. 

“What were you reading?” Conner asked. Bart shook his head. 

“My medical records,” Bart answered. Conner lay on his side, settling back into bed. Bart reopened the file and continued to read through the pages. Conner grabbed his phone and started scrolling while Bart read quietly. “Conner, I’m sorry that I woke you up.” 

“It’s alright… I don’t mind. I noticed something,” Conner whispered, “You’ve been sober all weekend. What gives?” 

Bart didn’t answer immediately. He was so preoccupied with getting answers from Jacob, that he didn’t feel the need to smoke to calm his nerves. And he already had his sights set on another person. “I wanted to spend time with you,” Bart replied. 

“Baby… It’s getting late. Let’s get some sleep,” Conner whispered as he plugged his phone up and set it aside. “Bart, can I tell you something?” 

Bart nodded as he put the file away and turned toward Conner. “You can tell me anything,” Bart answered, still looking into Conner’s eyes, still wearing his glasses. “There’s nothing you can say that would change the way I feel about you. I love you so much.” 

Conner took a deep breath. “For the longest time, I didn’t feel like a person… Like… I don’t know. I guess I’ve always just felt less important than other people. I didn’t really know who I wanted to be, so I tried to be what everyone liked. I’m—.” 

“You don’t have to be anything with me. Be yourself. We were best friends first, remember?” Bart whispered. Conner smiled. 

“That’s what I’m saying. This feels safe. This feels right,” Conner answered. Bart grinned as he pulled Conner into his arms. Conner took his glasses off and wrapped his arms and leg around Bart, holding on tight as he pressed his face into Bart’s chest. 

**

Bart tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep. He groaned and whimpered, waking Conner out of his sleep. Conner lay there, listening. “Kill me, not them… Me… Not—.” 

“Bart,” Conner whispered. Bart opened his eyes, his body rigid as he tried to differentiate between the dream and reality. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah… My nightmares… I guess they’re different now. It almost makes me miss the old ones,” Bart replied as he sat up and took a sip of water. And the rage he thought he’d beaten came creeping back. It started in his shoulders, stiff and aching as he trembled. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Conner asked. Bart shook his head. The sun peeked through the blinds as Bart’s phone vibrated. Conner’s eyes didn’t leave Bart. 

“It’s my cousin,” Bart whispered as he answered his phone.

“ Jenni, what’s wrong? ” Bart asked in Interlac. 

“ Nothing… Bart, I—. I wanted to check in. What time is it for you? I know it’s later over there than—. ”

“ Jenni, it’s six o’clock… But, you didn’t wake me up. I’m alright. How are you? ” Bart asked. 

“ I’m good! Why are you awake so early? ” Jenni asked. 

“ Conner’s visiting, ” Bart answered. 

“ Oh! I’m sorry! Call me later and tell him I said hi, ” Jenni replied before hanging up. Bart laughed, chewing his lip as he looked at Conner. 

Conner squinted before putting his glasses on. “What’s so funny?” Conner asked. 

“Jenni thought she was interrupting ,” Bart laughed. 

Conner took his glasses off, his eyes wide as he covered his face. “Terrible,” Conner laughed, “I’m gonna get dressed and hit the gym. Wanna come with?” 

“Okay… Maybe it’s time for a shower, too,” Bart suggested as he kissed Conner’s neck. 

“Quit,” Conner laughed. 

Bart pulled away, looking into Conner’s eyes. “Too much?” Bart asked. 

“I’m not saying that… If you start here, we won’t make it to the bathroom,” Conner whispered. 

**

Bart’s doctor cleared him to run the previous year , but he couldn’t muster the emotional energy to get back out to the tracks. He’d almost forgotten how good it felt to let the wind whip his cheeks and blow through his scalp. Conner took it easy, knowing Bart wasn’t ready to run at their old pace, and they stopped at a park bench to sip their water and watch the ducks. “How’s the knee?” Conner asked. 

Bart nodded. “It’s fine. I might feel it later, but I’m good right now,” Bart answered. Conner kissed Bart’s cheek, and Bart recoiled. “No, I’m sweaty—.”

“You were sweaty in the bathroom, too—.” 

Bart laughed, but his smile quickly faded as he noticed a man on the other side of the pond, feeding the ducks frozen peas. His throat tightened as he remembered the physical sensation of a needle in his lower back. He remembered a hand holding his head down, a palm pressed firmly against his ear, and a man cursing at him in Interlac. The pain was unbearable. His jaw tightened as he remembered the scream that escaped his throat. No anesthetic. A spinal tap. God! A spinal tap with no anesthetic. He didn’t know that then, but it was in the medical records. It was poorly done and resulted in an infection that nearly killed him. He was seven. The man in the park nearly lost his eye in the struggle. Bart could never forget that man’s face. The one that held his head down while the others helped restrain him. The one that ordered the procedure be done without anesthetic. 

Conner touched his arm. “Are you in there?” Conner asked. Bart blinked hard and nodded. Bart leaned forward with his head between his knees as he tried to pull himself together. “Do you feel like you’re gonna pass out?” 

Bart nodded. His blood ran so hot, he thought he’d explode if he moved, so he let Conner believe it was something else. He couldn’t bury his rage, so he masked it as illness. Conner rubbed his back. “Stay here, I’m gonna go across the street and get you something to eat,” Conner whispered. Bart nodded. 

**

Bart scarfed down half a pizza when they got home while Conner explained everything to Cassie and Cissie. “He okay?” Cissie asked. Conner glanced at Bart, watching as he devoured slice after slice. 

“I don’t know… I can’t tell if he’s out of it or if he’s just worn out,” Conner whispered, “Will you look out for him when I leave? I’m worried… He seemed like he was doing so well.” 

“What do you mean? Did something happen this summer?” Cassie asked. 

Conner chewed his lip. Bart took a sip of water and dove back in. “Baby?” Conner asked in a slightly raised voice. Bart didn’t budge. “Like that.” Conner lifted a hand, gesturing in Bart’s direction. 

“How long has that been going on?” Cassie asked. 

“A long time… He just told me before the end of the summer, but it’s been going on for longer than that. Please don’t tell him I told you. He’d hate that,” Conner pleaded, “I only told you for his safety. I don’t want anything to happen to him because I stayed silent.” 

“Should we slow him down?” Cissie questioned as she watched Bart eat. 

Conner stood up and walked over to Bart, rubbing circles on his back. “Bart? Can you look at me for a minute?” Conner asked as he reached for the pizza box. “Stop… Okay?” 

Bart blinked hard. “Conner?” Bart whispered. “Do you have a soda?”

“Yes, baby. I’ll get you a soda. Do you feel a little better?” Conner asked. 

Bart nodded. “Mhm… Can I have my box back now?” Bart replied. Conner nodded, sliding it over before grabbing a soda from the fridge. 

“Scared me for a minute there… Bart, maybe you should catch some z’s after your shower,” Conner suggested. Bart shook his head. 

“No… No, I’m good. You’re leaving soon. I’ll sleep after you’re gone,” Bart replied.

“Bart—.” 

“Please don’t baby me, Conner. I’m okay,” Bart insisted.

**

After Bart showered, he fell asleep beside Conner in bed, despite his insistence on staying awake to say goodbye. Conner waited until Bart was in a deep sleep to leave with Cassie. Cissie slipped into the room to check on Bart. He groaned and turned on his side, reaching for Conner. 

“He’s not here,” Cissie replied. 

Bart covered his face. “Do you wanna hang out for a little bit?” Bart mumbled as he patted the bed. Cissie climbed in beside him. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” Cissie asked. Bart made a soft noise. 

“Why am I so tired?” Bart mumbled as he pushed up on his forearms. He turned and grabbed Cissie’s arm. “Did Conner seem upset when he left?” Bart asked. Cissie shook her head. “You wanted to talk to me about something before Conner came—?”

“Oh no… I wanted to know if you had a crush on Conner… Are you okay, though? You’ve been so muted lately,” Cissie whispered. 

“Muted?” Bart asked. 

“Like I don’t know—. Like something in you isn’t as bright as it was when I met you,” Cissie replied. 

Bart sighed as he grabbed his laptop and picked a movie. “I don’t like change… But I’m trying to adjust to how things are now,” Bart replied. He tried to recall the events of his day, poring over useless details until he remembered the man feeding ducks. The microwave beeped, and Cissie climbed over Bart to get it. While she was gone, Bart started thinking about the man and his face. The memory of the pain he felt played in his head over and over. Without realizing it, Bart started to shake. 

Cissie returned to the bedroom, and she set the pizza box to the side. Cissie opened the box and stopped to run her cold knuckles against Bart’s cheek. “Hey? You okay?” Cissie asked. 

“Mhm… I think—. I think maybe I’m coming down with something,” Bart mumbled as he lay on his side, facing away from her. Cissie frowned, and she felt his forehead. 

“Hm… Yeah. You look like you don’t feel good. I’ll put the food away, and I can come—.” 

The memory played over and over as he stared at the cracked door. It overwhelmed his senses as he rolled out of bed. He barely made it to the bathroom to throw up, and Cissie followed him, sitting outside, politely waiting for him to calm down. “Maybe you should call in tomorrow?” Cissie whispered. 

“Nuh-uh. I’ll be alright,” Bart mumbled as he clutched his stomach with one hand. “I’m sorry… Maybe we can watch a movie another time.” 

“Okay… You want me to sleep in there with you?” Cissie asked. 

Bart flushed and stood up, checking the mirror before rinsing his mouth, and he rinsed his face. “Cissie, don’t tell anybody I’m sick. I’ll take vitamin C in the morning… I—.” Bart leaned forward and dry heaved. “God…” 

“Bart, I don’t think—.” 

“I’m alright… I think it’s just the onset of a migraine. I’ll be okay once I go to sleep,” Bart answered. He spit in the sink and released a shaky breath. 

He knew it would take time to do what needed to be done. His jaw clenched, putting pressure on his teeth until they started to feel loose, and Cissie knocked on the door, pulling him back to the current moment. “Bart? You want me to sleep in there with you tonight?” Cissie asked. 

“It’s okay… I don’t want to bother—.” 

“I’ll see you in there,” Cissie interrupted. Bart smiled, but his eyes were sad. He had amazing friends. He knew that… But it wasn’t enough. The desire to hunt and kill consumed him. He knew what he wanted wasn’t entirely realistic, but he knew it’d grab someone’s attention if he could kill a few more. Maybe six people. Maybe all the ones on the east coast. He didn’t see them as people. He saw them as nightmares. Shadows given shapes and faces. Shadows given names and voices. They had to die. 

**

Bart went to work the next morning, his head pounding as he set aside regular customers’ subscriptions in a box of files under the counter. The shop was mostly empty in the early hours, so Bart took that time to organize subscriptions and update the figures on display. His boss was laid back about how the store was set up, but she insisted on organizing the boxes in an intricately specific order. She insisted each section be organized by franchises or companies, which didn’t bother Bart. He liked the challenge, but his headache kept him from enjoying his work. 

He hadn’t eaten, so his stomach growled, adding onto the stress he already felt. It left him in a daze, keeping him from noticing everything going on around him. He almost didn’t notice the customer approaching the counter. “Good morning,” Bart answered without looking up. Holding the counter in a white knuckle grip did nothing to hold him together. Between the anger raging through his already feverish body like a forest fire and the physical pain he felt in his head and stomach, he could barely walk let alone hold a conversation. “Bart?” a familiar voice questioned. Bart looked up, wondering why the person at the counter knew his name, and he painted on a smile, trying to appear normal for a moment.

“Grant? What are you doing here?” Bart asked. Grant set a Star Trek omnibus on the counter while he dug through the pins, looking for a horror-themed one. 

“My friend’s dad has a fight here tonight. I didn’t expect to see you here. How’s it going?” Grant questioned. 

“I’m doing alright,” Bart lied, taking a breath before he continued with something true. “I’ve got a split shift here today, and I’m about to go to my foundational design and drawing classes.” 

Grant leaned forward, getting a better look at Bart. “You don’t look so good—.”

“I’m fine,” Bart interrupted to keep his mind off how he felt, “What time is the fight?” 

“Nine,” Grant replied, “I’ve got another ticket if you wanna go after you get off work.” 

“Sick. I get off at five. I’ll shoot you my address. If I’m running late my roommate, Cissie will let you in,” Bart smiled. 

“Cool,” Grant replied as he paid for his book, “I’ll text you way before then!”

“See you later,” Bart smiled and waved, slumping over the counter only after Grant was out of sight. 

Cissie stopped by a few minutes after Grant left to bring Bart a gel cap pill for his fever and aches, touching his forehead with the back of her hand. “You’re burning up… Bart, you should let me drive you home,” she whispered. 

“I’m fine… But thanks for the pill. I didn’t expect you to come here so early,” Bart replied. 

“Bart, you can’t get through a whole day like this. You should come home. I’ll explain it to your boss—.” 

“You won’t. Because I’m fine. Don’t baby me, Cissie. I know what I can and can’t handle,” Bart interrupted. He didn’t raise his voice at her. He couldn’t. Bart knew Cissie didn’t mean any harm, so he contained his anger, saving it for his task. Cissie smiled with her soft, relaxed eyes, and she kissed his forehead. 

“Okay… I work late tonight, so I might not get home until you’re asleep. The leftovers in the fridge are for you. I’ll be in the car waiting for you to clock out,” Cissie whispered. Bart smiled at her. It wasn’t her fault. He had to keep reminding himself of that, but the tension in his body felt exactly like a rubberband. He had to snap sooner or later.

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Dawn of the Duelverse - (an alternate Post-Crisis DC Historia)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SdfeWmI by IGeo An alternate history of the Post-Crisis DC Universe. The Anti-Monitor's mad dream of erasing positive matter from existence has been dashed. By all accounts, The Multiverse should've been made one. Instead, by some unknown means, mitosis occurred. Now what was five is only two. In the aftermath of the crisis, with the worlds of the Justice Society and Justice League dividing the spoils of the other surviving three between them, the new "Duelverse" finds itself settling into a new paradigm. Worlds have lived, worlds have died, and nothing will ever be the same. Words: 1205, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Justice Society of America (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics), Justice League of America (Comics), Infinity Inc. (Comics), Kingdom Come (Comics), Green Lantern (Comics), Superman (Comics), The Question (Comics), Power Girl (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, Multi, Other Characters: Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Alan Scott (DCU), Kent Nelson, Al Pratt, Kal-L | Earth-2 Superman, Bruce Wayne, Vic Sage, David Sikela, Kyle Rayner, Karen Starr | Kara Zor-L, Sandman (Character), Nathaniel Adam, Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Jared Stevens, Jessica Cruz, Simon Baz, Doomsday (Superman), Ultra-Humanite, Amanda Waller, Ted Kord, Michael Carter (DCU), Peter Cannon, Sonia Sato, Sparkington Northrup, Yolanda Montez, Lyta Trevor-Hall, Koriand'r (DCU), Wesley Dodds, Jim Corrigan, Mar Novu | The Monitor, The Childminder, Matthew Tyler, Courtney Whitmore, Diana (Wonder Woman), Iris West II, Olivia Queen | Oliver Queen's Daughter, Avia | Scott Free and Big Barda's Daughter, Jennifer Pierce, Mar'i Grayson, Helena Wayne Relationships: Helena Wayne & Original Character(s), Kara Zor-L & John Constantine, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Mary Batson | Mary Bromfield & Freddy Freeman, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Jennifer-Lynn Hayden/Kyle Rayner, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Pre-Crisis, Post-Crisis (DCU), Earth-2 (DCU), Earth-1 (DCU), Justice Society of America (DCU), Mentioned Teen Titans (DCU), What If? (Marvel Comics), Elseworlds, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Parallel Universes, Alternate Universe - 1940s, Earth-22 (Kingdom Come Comics), Documentation, Alternate History, Worldbuilding, Super Squad (Legacies), Superheroes read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SdfeWmI