#scary capable Dick my beloved

[erebosblue]

honestly just putting this here so that I remember but I really wanna write a fic from some villain's POV as they're working with Nightwing for whatever reason. (maybe they have an in with a network of criminals Dick is trying to take down.)

point is: this villain is working with Nightwing and therefore seeing him through the lens of someone that Dick would want afraid of him rather than someone that Dick loves or at least wants to be perceived as friendly with.

so obviously Nightwing is going to be fucking scary to this villain even though they're gonna be at least a somewhat established villain. and, since the entire thing is from their POV, the reader is gonna see Nightwing as scary too.

not only is Nightwing just very capable and that's scary, but he's actively manipulating this villain and lying.

like example:

"You won't kill me. Bats don't kill."

"Are you really in a position to make that assumption?"

"You've never killed before!"

"You seem pretty sure of that."

the villain has no idea how much Dick is stretching the truth or straight up lying. the reader can only assume based on canon and their knowledge of the character.

like in that example, obviously Dick is not gonna kill this random villain, but at the same time he's not entirely lying either. they really aren't in the position to assume Dick will stick to a moral code, (especially if this is a villain that knows about Red Hood,) and Dick has killed before. but that knowledge is only the reader's.

again, Dick is still actively manipulating the villain here, but what are they gonna do about it? they can't know for sure and even if they did assume, are they really gonna be able to beat Nightwing?

Nightwing who from their perspective seems to be calm as can be. walking with pure confidence as if there isn't a villain right behind him.

a kind of confidence that can only come from a man with the skills to back it up.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hi!! I’m a little lurker who only did one request once and I forgot what happened to that one so I have a different request!!

can you…uhm…write a little thing about priest!fyodor who believes reader to be a god but reader just a normal human?

And like human is a virgin and…you know where I’m going with this.

A worshiper Fyodor taking his beloved God’s virginity by riding reader until he passes out from how many times Fyodor bounced on his cock.

idk I just can’t stop thinking about it but I don’t think I worded it pretty well and you have pretty words soooo…

I’m sorry for bothering you with this imma just

go back to lurking once more…

but if I could bother you again? Can I be 🕶️ anon please?

This is similar to something I have started long ago! On my old blog! But it got deleted along with my drafts :’)

Dom!reader x sub!priest!fyodor - reader is gender neutral

Warning: pegging (I use dick), use of condom (wow scary), no prep, cum play (licking), hierophilia, corruption, taking virginity, worshipping, fucking in a church, dacryphilia, handjob, cumming untouched, mind break, sub space, bruises, god - worshipper relationship

It happened the moment he laid his eyes on you. When you walked in, pass the grand wooden door and slandered through the small halls. That miraculous day was Sunday, morning to be precise, and you came in late for the morning chant. Everyone who sat on the benches turned their head to look at you, some with scorn, some with a mocking grin. You looked unfazed and went straight to the first row, keeping eye contact with one single person, the priest in charge.

That cold attitude despite the loud voices, the way your every move was as smooth and elegant as clear water. Your expression after sitting down, lips shut while keeping your arrogant eyes on him, as if to judge him, to attest to something. All that appeared divine in his eyes, superior even, it caused a shudder to run down his spine. He had never felt such a pressing sensation before, it was the first time.

You were staring at him so much, though he couldn’t read your intentions. Nothing, only emptiness. A gentle breeze, that brought forth comfort, turning into an icy storm capable of destruction. These words would be perfect to describe you, or how his view of you, because everyone else seems to think otherwise. Most of them scoffed about you coming in late, those little complains soon changed into more vicious words. Like a devils curse, causing the once friendly guests to sin.

“Dear father, may we continue with the morning prayers?” Among the low whispers of the devil, a voice akin to an angels emerged. “Excuse me..?” Fyodor murmured, eyes subconsciously darting to the direction of the sound. Once again, it was you who called out to him. A blush crept onto his cheeks when he noticed your piercing gaze, it was a little embarrassing that he dazed out there. “Yes, of course, pardon my inattentiveness.” The priest said, glancing at you a last time before focusing on his duties. Or at least he tried, because he couldn’t concentrate. The entire time he found himself stealing glances at you, watching you. This wasn’t like him, he couldn’t even recognise himself.

From then onwards, he found himself searching for your eyes or attention. It began with him asking around about you, then it gradually turned into him actively seeking you out. Your meetings became more frequent, and more private as well. One day, he found you kneeling in the confession box, boringly staring through the bars. He quickly positioned himself, then asked, “what brings you to me, my child?”

Seeing you up close was a new experience, he felt the tingly sensation crawling around his body again. “Father, I’m here because I believe you have something to confess.” You said with a voice coated in sweet honey. “Me, confess?” The priest mumbled, obviously baffled by your words no matter how he adored your voice. “That’s right, I can see. If you have something to say, do it now.” After hearing you out, he swallowed the lump in his throat, before smiling at you meekly and admitting, “I fear I’m not loyal to my god anymore.”

It took a lot out of him, a servant of god, to utter these words. Of course it wasn’t without reason. Simply being in your presence made him feel special and watched, as if those nonchalant eyes of yours were the watching gaze of god. He couldn’t explain it, it was a chilly feeling, but at the same time it burned him from the inside. “Speak, father.” You spoke, then he suddenly slammed his hands against the wall separating the two of you. “My lord, you don’t have to speak politely with me. I, Fyodor, this lowly subject of yours, am ready to serve you with all my heart.” The male announced, smiling at you in delight, cheeks rosy as he declared you as his new god.

Anyone who heard this would have thought he was out of his mind, staring at him with a face that screams the word disbelief. But not you, contrary to what one would expect, your expression stayed neutral. “My subject? Lord?” You questioned his choice of vocabularies, tilting your head to the side. “Yes, oh lord, please let þis servant worship you.” Then, to your surprise, the father you were supposed to confess to kneeled down and clasped his hands together, praying to you with a sickening obsession.

That shivering, oppressive feeling didn’t leave him alone, it gnawed at him and told him this was the right thing to do. He couldn’t care less what he was supposed to do or not, all that wasn’t important anymore. Since his deity has come down and granted him an audience, he only has to follow their- your orders from now on.

Whatever got him acting this way was all in his head, you were nowhere near of being a god. Quite the opposite, you were just a human like him, and you found his actions irritating. But you weren’t any better, you didn’t correct him, rather, you liked that desperate look on his face. You wanted to test his limits, to see how far he’d go for you. In truth you enjoyed playing god for him, depending on who you are asking this might be even more twisted than what fyodor was pulling off.

It started with you getting him to do bothersome stuff for you, sometimes it also became materialistic. Other times you would just converse with him and enjoy his company. He’d ask tausend questions about you, some trivial, some existential ones. Most of the time you’d put up with his antics, acting like a benevolent and nice deity. That’s when one day, one of his curiosities caught you off guard. It was when he asked you:

“my lord, do.. you want me to comfort you?” You stared at him with furrowed brows and scoffed “comfort? Where did you get that idea?” “You look stressed my lord, I wish I could do something for you.” Fyodor said, he was on his knees in front of you, who was sitting on a bench in a huge room. The room where each Sunday a crowd of people would come in for morning prayers.

He looked up at you with foggy eyes, hands itching to worship your body. How could someone be this divine and perfect? Obviously he was the chosen one, he was born to meet you. “That… I’ve never done anything like that before. Speaking of which, have you, as a priest?” You questioned, a tiny bit interested. “No, I kept my chastity for you, my god.” Fyodor answered shamelessly, then thought about what you told him.

If what you said was right, then he awfully wanted to give his first to you, and to be your first as well. To take the virginity of his most beloved god and to give, there was nothing more he could ask of. “Is that so?” Your warm voice broke off the momentary silence, then you continued with, “come here.” You tapped your thighs, wondering if he would do it. Did he believe in you enough to commit something that has always been taboo for him? A part of you doubted it, but you wished he’d obey you yet again.

The boy stared at your moving hands for a while, then did as you instructed, climbing onto your lap with reddened cheeks. “…like this?” He raised his arms, about to wrap them around your neck but decided against that. Then he bawled them into fists and kept them behind his back, before grinding against your crotch with his own bulge. “Nghh... fo-forgive me, hah I-lord, can I please continue?" Fyodor mumbled with squinted eyes, biting his bottom lip while he let his desires take over. You grabbed his waist, wrinkling his black robe and stopping him, whispering, "D-don't move, not in the church." Your conscious forbid you from carrying out such acts in a holy place. Sure, you provoked him first, though you didn’t expect it to escalate this soon.

He begged you with glistening, teary eyes, hoping you'd let him go further than that. It felt so good he couldn't stop, he has never even touched himself before so that simple gesture was enough to make him drool. "P-please." Fyodor groaned into your ear, his voice has never been this needy or lewd, it surprised both of you. Instead of stopping when you told him to, he continued to grind against you and whimper, "use me however you see fit, my lord, please let me he-help you." You clenched your teeth, use is a strong word. It’d be a lie to say you weren't aroused, so you sighed and complied with his request, "dammit, fine. Go and get my bag."

This was how you were going to have your first? Giving it to a crazy priest who believes you were a being above humanity? Who would have guessed…

You watched him get off with shaky legs, the spot between his legs was all wet and sticky already. Was it normal to be this sensitive? It's probably because he's a virgin, just look at him eagerly bringing your stuff to you. Once he came back, you fumbled around in your bag, luckily you always brought your stuff with you in case of a spontaneous one-night-stand. It never happened before, yet you knew you would need it one day. After you were done with the preparations, you opened a pack of condom, about to pull it over your length when he clasped his hand over yours. "L-let me do it." He proposed, hands shaking with embarrassment as he took slowly pulled it down to the shaft. You almost laughed because he was making such a big deal out of it, sweating furiously with an ashamed gaze.

"Do you find it dirty to touch it?" You chuckled after watching him for a bit, finding his reactions pretty amusing. "No-no.!! No.. that, I-I'm.." His face heat up again as he tried to find the right words. In the end he decided to just speed up the entire thing, and grabbed the bottle of lube that was in your other hand. Then he squeezed the contents onto your dick and spread it evenly, wondering if this would even fit. After a minute, you grabbed his wrist and scoffed, "are you done playing?" Out of nervousness and excitement he forgot to stick it inside him, looking away in shame before lining the tip up with his hole.

"HnnGgh.. this is h-hard.." he complained under his breath, trying his best to take you. You wanted to prepare him first, but he said he wanted the first thing to enter him to be you and not some fingers. Since that was what he wanted, you decided to let him be. That's what led to your current situation, where he's desperately poking his entrance with your dick. “NghhHg..! Ah, f-feels good..” Finally he managed to take your tip, already panting like he had ran a marathon. "Good job." You praised him, then caressed his soft thighs. They were covered by his clothes, which annoyed you a little, so you gripped his hips and butt before slamming him down your cock. "AhhHGGgNN.!? AahHH..! H-hurts.." He moaned out loudly, then slumped against your chest, fingers clawing at you for support.

Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, his body shivered at the sudden impact. You were stretching him so much, he could swear his butt was going to tear. At the same time he was so happy, enjoying this to the fullest. His insides were working overtime, trying to accommodate your thickness and length, his rim clenching and loosening up with each inhale. He made such sinful noises when your hands squeezed his snatched waist, to the point you wondered if he was telling the truth earlier. After waiting for him to stop holding onto you like his life depended on it, you cupped his cheeks, making him look up at you. “Look here, fyodor, tell me how good it feels.” Then you grind your hips against his.

The movements were minimal, you didn’t make him ride you yet, only pushing it slightly deeper inside him. Yet the reaction was better than expected. He arched his back, throwing his arms around your neck out of reflex and whined, “ahHhH!! I-i love it, god, it’s so NGhh m-my insides are tingling..♡” You clicked your tongue, grabbing his butt to have a better grip and praised him, “so good for me.. there’s to turning back now, you don’t mind sinning for me, right?” He didn’t even think twice before saying, “I’ll do whatever you want me to..!”

After getting his permission, you told him to hold onto you tightly. Once he did as you commanded, you manhandled him and made him go up and down your dick. Your little worshipper wasn’t particularly short, rather, he was unusually light. He couldn’t even keep a straight face composure anymore, crashing against you once again as he moaned into your ears. Poor boy was crying due to the overwhelming pleasure, thighs trying to close together in a twitching manner and toes curled off the ground. Drool dripped down his chin and soaked your clothes, all while he moaned out your Titel.

“L-lord, god.. ah, please!! S-slow down.. ngHh, too much, too big..♡♡” his voice became higher with each trust, and bruises began to form around his hips because of your rough grip. “Didn’t you say I can do what I want?” You reminded him, licking your lips when you saw his melting face. How those beautiful water drops raced down his cheeks like soft rain against a window. His pupils even formed little hearts to match that pleasure-ridden gaze in his eyes. Most of his bangs stuck to his forehead, the rest of his hair bounced around whenever you made him ride you.

Then you said fuck it and ripped his priest robe, so that you’d have more access to his skin. “Hu-hUHmnn..?! M-my lord! AhhHNN!!” He shrieked when he noticed one of your hand on his inner thighs, pinching and groping his skin. “W-why there..? Nghhh…” Fyodor groaned, a tad embarrassed by the intimate touch. His deity was touching him after all. Alone the thought of you, his one and only god, fucking him and using him was enough to get him to the verge of cumming.

More precum leaked from his shameless tip, soiling the back of your hand. “M-m’sorry, so-sorry..ah, for being d-dirty..!” He immediately apologised, holding your wrist weakly and bringing it to his lips. Then he slowly licked off the pre, using kitten licks that looked so inexperienced and adorable that you had to tease him more. Sticking your finger into his mouth and snapping your hips against his. Fastening your pace, going rougher and deeper, rutting into him like he was some fleshlight. At this point his petite body won’t be able to take it! He’s so slim and vulnerable, it’d be a shame to break his mind and make him your toy, wouldn’t it?

“MhmMNN… ah, r-right there..Nghh, too f-fast, g-god! feels good~ ♡” Fyodor mewled into your ears, squeaking as he tried to shake his ass for you. But he was more on the passive side, letting you move his body however you saw fit. His sloppy and slutty hole was making squelching noises whenever you bottom out in him, all sticky with lube already. You were so caught up in the moment, you weren’t even sure what you were doing. All you knew was you wanted to touch him, to feel up his figure and trace the outlines of his body. Then you kissed his neck, causing him to whimper uncontrollably. “Hnghh… I- mHhm, l-lord help me.. I want more♡ something is coming out..!!” The boy gasped and smiled, grinning satisfied, the expression almost looked dumb.

You did as he asked of you, slamming him down onto your dick harder and trying to hit his sweet spot more often. The way it rubbed and played with his soft and warm walls made him see the light, or he was just about to blank out. “Nghh! F-forgive me.. for my siiiinnns..!! ♡♥︎～” The priest, Fyodor, your exclusive worshipper and toy servant groaned a last time before shooting ropes of cum out of his twitching member. His thick and filthy cum got everywhere. From his ripped clothes to his milky inner thighs and chest. Then he slumped down, pleasure and sensations he never felt before all coursing through him at once. He felt so good, this was the first time he felt this amazing. It must be due to you, because of your blessings.

Oh how lucky he was to serve such a kindhearted and generous god, who was patient enough to show him all this bliss. This was heavenly~ His body was still a shaking, twitching mess. The lingering ecstasy making him sob and moan louder. After giving him a gift this great, he will have to serve you even more diligently and wholeheartedly! He will make sure to worship and treasure whatever you gave him!

Even you had to catch up your breath since the session was so intense, panting a little while still admiring him. You were still inside him, and he was clenching down onto you without letting you pull out. Then you leaned back against the lean of the bench, signing when you realised what you just did. Now you were definitely going to hell. Fucking a priest in the praying halls, were you possessed? Right before you could tell him to get off, since you two had to clean up, he took off his clothes completely. “Huh..? Fyodor?” You whispered in disbelief. Sure, you ruined his robes, but why did he take them off?

It was the first time you saw him entirely naked, and he was as skinny as you noticed him to be. His nipples were all hard and pink, a cute colour in your opinion. A few seconds later, he re-positioned himself in your lap despite his legs giving up under him. Then, he slowly rode you, jumping up and down while wrapping one hand around his shaft. You rushed to stop him, saying, “wait a sec- shouldn’t we, especially you, take a break?” Seriously, for how sickly and pathetic he looks, he had quit the stamina? Instead of obeying you like normally, fyodor smirked obsessively and moaned, “G-god, forgive me for i-indulging..! Ahhh.. I’m so sinful, I deserve punishment. But..!! it’s just so good I can’t stop ♥︎♡.”

What…? Wait- isn’t this priest too slutty…?? It seems you’ll have to suck it up and wait until he milked himself dry on your dick ♥︎

[phoenixkaptain]

Nineties Tim Drake is a balancing act of being perfectly confident and competent when in the heat of battle, being completely sure of himself and being capable of changing his plans on a dime and all-around being borderline scary because of how well he can read his opponents moves and react to them, but outside of combat he is an awkward little duck boy who wants to befriend other superheroes but is also internally fanboying a bit over meeting other superheroes, so he comes across as stilted and nervous in social situations.

Yes I’m thinking about Tim Drake again. Did I ever truly stop thinking about Tim Drake? Who cares?

Tim is so funny because he is completely confident, the picture of a perfect leader, but the very second he has time to think about anything, he doubts literally everything he’s ever done. The Baseball Arc (my beloved) is a great example because Tim doesn’t trust himself, doesn’t actually believe what he’s doing will work, thinks he’s dooming two separate planets by being stupid. The comic goes out of its way to show us Tim doubting himself, because when he’s actually out on the field, playing baseball for the lives of billions of people (and yes, that is the funniest thing I’ve ever typed in my whole life) Tim is the complete opposite. More than trusting himself, he asks his friends to trust him, to believe in him that he can make them win a dumb baseball game and that he knows what he’s doing.

And they do trust him! That’s what really sticks, in Young Justice! The others trust Robin, they trust Tim, with their lives and the lives of everyone they know and care about. They trust him to do what he says he will, and he pushes himself so that he never lets them down because letting them down would prove that his doubts are correct.

But, even as he exceeds expectations, Tim is still doubting himself. He doubts that he’s a good enough Robin. He doubts that he lives up to Jason’s and Dick’s legacy. He doubts that he lives up to Bruce’s standards. He doubts that his plans will work, even as he comes up with a billion contingencies in the case that they don’t. He doubts himself, and Young Justice shows us this multiple times.

Tim Drake has a constant struggle with himself, with his internal voice that tells him he isn’t on the same level as the heroes he surrounds himself with.

But, the Young Justice team don’t believe he’s subpar. They’re baffled by him, they don’t understand him, they can’t read him at all, but they trust him and it means a lot to me that Tim can take the trust they put in him and build himself up with it. He trusts them just as much as they trust him.

He trusts them more than they trust themselves. He trusts Impulse even while everyone else thinks Bart is just an impulsive boy who can’t sit still. He trusts Wonder Girl even while Cassie doubts herself in similar ways that he does. He trusts Superboy even while Superboy struggles with everything under the sun. Tim even trusts Secret! Do you know how hard it is to trust Secret? Secret literally tried to murder Stephanie and Tim was just like “Girls will be girls” (I blame the writers for being sexist, but it is really funny to think that Tim thinks of girls in the same way people say “boys will be boys.” Like, he thinks that all applies to girls, not boys. Look who he surrounds himself with, Tim is more shocked when girls don’t punch each other to show affection)

Anyway, long story short, I fucking love how Tim is the most capable awkward little duck man in the world and I support him more than I support myself-

[xxgothchatonxx]

SEASON 2, LET’S GOOOOOOO! Love the title of this one. Hanni will be in charge, no doubt! He’s the chef, after all

Kaiseki:

* OHHH OPENING WITH MISE EN PLACE

* OHHHH JACK’S REFLECTION ON THE KNIFE!!! VERY NICE!!!

* AND HANNI’S!!!! Like his better lol

* LMAOOOO THE SLOW MOTION JUMP OVEF THE TABLEEEE

* The girls are fightinggggggggg

* OH RIGHT IN THE JUGULAR

* & time jump BACK

* WITH SASHIMIIIIIIIIII

* UNI MY BELOVED

* The way the ice sounded was SO BAD! Bad bad foley! (But the worst foley that I saw most recently was in The Dropout. Amanda Seyfried was smashing her phone against the table and maybe only one smash lined up with what we saw on screen. It was so annoying!)

* Hanni is so nervous. Putting on a great face, but he’s not hiding from me!!!

* LOOK AT MY BABY BOYYYYYYYY!!!! MY LITTLE FISHERMAN!!!!

* I am really digging this slow tranquil music with what’s going on screen. Which is amazingly cut by the stag! And then the prison cell! I love it, I love it, I love it!

* Oh, Fredick shaved!

* CYNTHIA NIXON?? Wake up babe, new MILF just dropped!

* A lot of having this amazing head on her shoulders and ye old vindication is just so amazing to see! Because a lot of them, lotta people just be like Cynthia Nixon’s character and just want everything to be brushed away. Alana wants accountability and that is very sexy.

* MANY A BODY!!! IN THE DAM!!! YUCK YUCK OH NOOOO ONE OF THEIR FACES IS LIKE BITTEN OFF!!!

* BEDELIA!!!!!

* “It betrays your clear intent to manipulate him.“ GET HIS ASS, BEDELIA!!!

* “You are obsessed with Will Graham.” HIT AFTER HIT!!!

* “What can’t you repress, Hannibal?” Me *mid yawn*: Cannibalism.

* DARK & SCARY WILL!!!!!

* HE’S THE STAG NOW?? No more JGH, now it’s Hanni

* He looks so hurt when Will said that he wasn’t his friend! I love it!

* Come on William, threaten him some more!

* Beverly and Hanni. Oh! Hell he’s taking over for well. Oh shit. Hanni’s is going to kill Beverly.

* All of the bodies don’t look similar.

* OH DISCARDS!

* Bedelia doesn’t want to share him

* Hannibal. You’re such a fucking idiot. Why are you doing this to Bedelia? Again?! You fucking dick.

* “Jack Crawford doesn’t know what you’re capable of.“ “Neither do you.” This man is SMILING. SHE’S GOT A PRETTY GOOD IDEA, HANNI!

* ALANA BLOOM BEST DOG AUNTIE!!!

* POOR BABY WINSTON!!!!

* ALANA MEDUSA!! Not snakes, just paint that looks like snakes.

* WHAT A FEAST!!!!!

* Fredick & Hanni!

* Hate beets.

* If ANYONE touches me in the subway!!!

* So he gets them high and then to the point of barely conscious‘s. And sees them? Ewww

* Ohhh Bev & Will! I love them!

* Exceptional, symmetrical faces? Could be models?

* And ear in three, two, one. Bingo.

* THAT NOISE!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!! OH YUCK YUJC YUKC YICK YUCKKKKK

* This is Hannibal at his most invasive.

* It’s so weird seeing Will’s apartment so empty. Not a dog in sight!

* Oh, I liked! Mr. Best Boy, Winston!

* Is Lawrence Fishburn taking accountability for his actions? Amazing! Character development!

* You found nothing because he didn’t want you to find anything!!!

* Dear God, Hannibal. Are you waiting for him, still?

* OH GROSSSSSSSSS OH NO NO NO OH GOD!

* I will admit, a bit of a slow start.

Todays episode is brought to you in part by Miss Ramona. And also Mr. Fergus.

That opening scene confused the shit out of my poor mum when she first watched this season. Apparently that fight took about 20 hours to shoot and in the words of Laurence and Mads "we felt really young while doing it, and then we started to feel our age the next day"

Cynthia Nixon is one of those "what the hell are you doing on this show??" special guest stars (said affectionately, of course). And just a heads up, you're going to be pretty frustrated with Alana but I swear there is a good-writing reason for it.

And I do love, while this is not connected to the films at all, the homage to the cell design in The Silence of the Lambs and Red Dragon.

Also, hello precious fluffy angels!! Miss Ramona and Mr Fergus, I love those names :D

[bumblesimagines]

The Wolf Pack

Part 5

Request: Yes or No

Warning; Mentioned suicide and shitty writing

(Y/N) stared down at the badly bruised Nick.

"Men like you always piss me off..." He mumbled, stepping on Nick's ankle and hearing him whimper.

"You know, my friend Jo over here, wants to be a butcher. What do you think?" (Y/N) asked, crouching down and getting petting Nick's hair.

"G-good for him." Nick wheezed out. (Y/N) smiled.

"Right? Anyway, he needs some practice. Cutting meat isn't very... Easy, you know? What do you want Jo? Something big or small?" (Y/N) asked, standing.

"Small."

"Cut his dick off." (Y/N) instructed, turning around as Nick screamed, grunted, and cried. He walked away, wiping his hands.

(Y/N) peppered his daughters face with kisses, smiling as she giggled.

"Bye, daddy." She cooed sleepily. (Y/N) kissed her forehead, closing the car door. His baby mama gave him a nod before entering the car and driving away.

"Why aren't you with her?" He turned his head, looking at Malachai.

"She was just a fling." (Y/N) replied, approaching him. He placed a hand on the back of Malachai's neck, leaning in and kissing him. He pulled back with a small smile. (Y/N) stepped away, heading inside. He already missed his little bird. (Y/N) sat at the bar, grabbing a beer. He glanced at Jughead.

"You can leave, you know. You paid off your debt." (Y/N) pointed out, opening the bottle. He expected Jughead bolt to the front door.

"I'll go home tomorrow." Jughead said, getting a bottle of his own. Jughead looked at (Y/N) bruised knuckles.

"What'd you do?" He asked.

"Beat someone up.. They might be dead in a few hours." (Y/N) replied, bringing the beer up to his lips and taking a sip. The dimly lit bar fell into silence. Most Wolves and Ghoulies had gone off to bed or were out causing a ruckus. (Y/N) looked at Jughead.

"What are you gonna do when you get back?"

"Be a better leader." Jughead looked at him.

"You think I'm capable of that?" He asked softly. (Y/N) nodded, rubbing his shoulder.

"It's past your bedtime, Jug. Go head to bed." (Y/N) said, grabbing the bottle from him and ushering him away.

"You two on good terms now?" Penny asked, taking Jughead's spot.

"I suppose. He's still a kid.." (Y/N) said, handing her the full bottle. Penny hummed, brushing her fingers against his cheek. (Y/N) looked at her. She sighed, staring at the bottle. Penny put it to the side and faced him.

"You usually never turn down a bottle, Pen. What's up with you?" He asked. Penny shrugged.

"Just not in the mood to drink." She answered, wrapping a strand of her hair around her finger. (Y/N) raised a brow, not quite believing her but he let it go.

"How'd it go with that Veronica chick?" Penny asked.

"She insulted her friends, she ask for any evidence or have any suspicions." (Y/N) said, taking a gulp of his beer.

"I always knew you couldn't trust rich people." Penny said, shaking her head. (Y/N) sighed.

"You seem down today, (Y/N). What's wrong?" Penny asked.

"The anniversary of his death is tomorrow." (Y/N) mumbled. Penny frowned.

"Are you gonna tell the little brat that it was his dad that killed yours?" Penny asked. (Y/N) turned his head and looked at her.

"I don't know but I wanna have a chat with his dad."

(Y/N) drove into the trailer park, beeping loudly. He laughed, seeing grumpy faces peek out if their trailers. Jughead shook his head with an amused smile, getting out of the car. FP approached his son, looking him over as (Y/N) got out of the car. FP walked over to him.

"Glad to see my son back in one piece." (Y/N) nodded, dropping his smile. It was scary. He could be happy one second then pissed off.

"We need to talk, Jones." (Y/N) said, crossing his arms.

"About?"

"James. James (L/N)." FP's eyes widened a bit.

"You know, my mother went batshit when she found out her beloved ride or die had been killed in a little shoot out with a Serpent. Killed herself the following month." (Y/N) said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Jughead frowned as he watched the two.

"The world of little thirteen real old (Y/N) came crashing down." He chuckled bitterly.

"I didn't know he had-"

"A life outside of being a gangster? Us Wolves are family. You hurt one, you hurt us all. The death of James (L/N) and (M/N) (L/N) Alpha of The Wolf Pack affected everyone. Especially their only son. Imagine his surprise when he learned that his dad's murderer was still out and kicking. Funny how the world is." (Y/N) said, grinning. In a swift blow, (Y/N) knocked FP to the ground with a single punch.

"I know it's bad to hit your elders but you had it coming, old man." FP groaned, holding his jaw as he raised his hand, stopping the Serpents from attacking.

"I thought Jughead was the leader? King? Guess I was wrong." (Y/N) shrugged.

"An eye for an eye, kid. You got-"

"My revenge would be shooting you in the head like you did to dad." (Y/N) looked at FP's bloody lip.

"But you're old and turning gray and quite frankly, I'm starting to like Jughead." (Y/N) opened his car door, getting in.

"Just because I won't kill you, doesn't mean I won't make your life a living hell." (Y/N) sneered, revving his engine. He drove forward, wheels running over FP's leg. (Y/N) grinned, driving out of the trailer park. His smile dropped as his vision grew blurry from tears.

"Fuck..." He breathed out, pulling over and punching the wheel. (Y/N) furrowed his brows, hearing the honking of a car before a familiar red car drove by him. (Y/N) blinked away his tears and followed Malachai's car. They drove to Sweetwater River, parking their cars. (Y/N) got out of his car and sat on the hood, watching Malachai walk over.

"You okay?" Malachai asked, placing his hands on (Y/N)'s hips and pulling him close. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I wanna relapse.. But Mama Kenna would kill me." (Y/N) mumbled.

"You haven't used drugs in years, you don't need them now." Malachai said, massaging (Y/N)'s hips. (Y/N) grunted in response, laying back and staring up at the sky.

"I have molly in my car." He mumbled. Malachai sighed, letting him go and opening the car door. He searched for the pills, taking them and putting them into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at Malachai, watching him.

"Do you think Nadya will be a good Alpha?"

"She's still a baby, (Y/N)." Malachai said. (Y/N) sat up, taking out his phone when it rang. He answered it.

"What's up, Penny?"

"I'm pregnant."

[honeylikewords]

hi frond! can I get a sweet frank helping his love with her heart condition- postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome? complete artistic freedom- write whatever makes you happy :D thank you! I love you!

I’m soooo sorry to be getting to this so late; this work is a birthday present for you and I’m terribly sorry I missed the normal gift-giving window! But it’s here now and I hope its content makes up for the elapsed time!

I wish you a very happy belated birthday and I hope this work is a gift with enough smidgens of goodness to count as a birthday gift for a beloved friend!

For Frank, he’d first want to know basic, layman’s explanations of the diagnosis. When he hears “heart condition”, he has a little internal panic, thinking that things might be already headed down the dark road. He isn’t prepared to lose someone again, not someone he loves... 

But once he hears the extent of the diagnosis, the explanation, and the reassurance that the condition normally isn’t fatal, but certainly an impediment in a person’s life, he feels a lot calmer. Sad, obviously, that someone he cares for is suffering, but he is reassured that he doesn’t have to be scared that things are going to spin out of hand. 75% of cases are manageable, it’s said, and that statistic calms Frank.

Still, his soul aches to know that there is a persistent, chronic struggle happening every day with his beloved, and it’s nothing that he can personally intervene and fix on her behalf. It saddens him, frustrates him.

That being said, Frank is ery sympathetic to her situation, but he isn’t too much of a hovery kind of guy. He tries to be as helpful as possible-- supporting her if she starts to get dizzy, making sure she’s taking her time between changing postures, et cetera-- but he also realizes there’s only so much he can do. It’s a persistent condition, and not anything he can really interfere with. All he can do is be helpful when the situation calls for it, and otherwise understand that he has no control over what happens. He can only be present and useful in his own particular capacity.

The severity of the case would also likely influence his behavior; since many people are able to continue normal, though still slightly impeded lives with it, if their case is mild, he might want to not seem too hasty and instead allow her to behave and progress like anyone else. It would bother him immensely to seem patronizing or babying, especially since he knows that she’s a capable person with or without him.

But if her particular condition is more severe and more intense, he may be more prone to worrying (in his own surly, “I don’t get scared, I’m too tough for that” way), being more firm about not wanting her to stress herself or do things that he can do for her. He feels bad-- he really values the idea of independence and self-sufficiency in relationships, because people should be allowed to remain as individuals, even if they’re together, and he doesn’t like feeling as though he’s stealing some of her autonomy for the sake of his own ego-- but he’s also a protective kind of man, and he sometimes equates protection with “doing whatever it takes to make sure my loved ones are safe, even if they hate me for it”.

There will probably have to come a discussion about what she is and is not capable of or comfortable with, and the whole time Frank will be listening and processing, but nevertheless feeling sheepish and shy. All he wants to do is help and be a safe haven for someone he loves, and knowing that this thing is out of his control frustrates him, makes him feel small. It’ll have to be worked out over time, in a series of conversations, each reminding the other that, yes, they love each other and, yes, that comes with sacrifices, but that no one has to be a martyr to make it work.

Heart conditions are scary, but that doesn’t mean they’re impossible to work around. And, yes, Frank feels angry and frustrated and powerless, sometimes, but he also realizes that there is only so much he can do. No one’s to blame, no one’s to punish, no one’s to be held accountable. It’s just biology, just genetics, just unfortunate fate. He has to learn to get over that frustration and just be there to be supportive and kind.

As for specific behaviors, I imagine that Frank would just be a little quick to jump out of bed in the morning, as she’s waking up, to sort of stand nearby as a support in case she needs help with the transition from laying to sitting to standing, et cetera. He’d advise her to move slow, using his soft, slightly gravelly voice, and put his hand on her shoulders to make sure she knows she’s going to be alright.

He’d also be wary of doing too many strenuous activities and doesn’t tend to invite her along for his workouts; it’s not that he doesn’t want her there (he’d love the company), but it’s just because he works out so hard and so intensely and he knows that people tend to try and match the intensity of those around them in exercise environments, so… he doesn’t want to be the one instigating her to go that hard. She has to pace herself and do things slowly, and he’s not blockheaded enough to flaunt his health and stamina over hers. That’d be a dick move, and while Frank is an asshole, sometimes, he’d never intentionally do something like that.

He’d probably also tend to walk places with his hand on the small of her back as a slight support, but also in case she wobbles or gets dizzy, he’ll be close enough to catch her. If she starts to fall, he’ll be right there with his arms, strong and sturdy and reliable.

For Frank, he just wants to be there, to shield her from harm, and it makes him frustrated that the harm is already done and already internal, meaning there’s nothing he can do to stop it from running its course. But he also is aware that he should just be grateful for her presence in his life, and that no matter what, come hell or high water or hasty heartbeats, he’s gonna be there, trusty and true, because love is about working with what we have and caring for it, regardless of difficulty.

Love is the choice to help and lift another person up without expecting anything in return, and Frank is a man characterized by his love. So though he frets, deep down inside, that he cannot help her, he will still try to, and give it his all, because at the end of the day, that’s all anyone can do. Be present, be kind, be caring.

[ellana-ravenwood]

They’re kind of assholes - Superboy x Reader (Batsis)

This is kind of a part two of “You’re kind of an asshole”, the aftermath of it all. Like now, Conner and the reader (Batman’s daughter) professed their love for each other, and it’s not to everyone’s taste. Not to name anyone but...Bruce and Clark are not ok with this. Anyway, hope you’ll like it : 

PART 1, PART 3 

y master list blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives 

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Batman was not happy. Not happy at all.

Superman either actually. 

They were both sitting at a table in the Watchtower’s common room, sulking and brooding (when Diana asked what was happening to Clark, as she was used to Broody Bruce, he just groaned in return and she kinda just understood that this was about you and the boy). With a scoff and a sip of his coffee, your father says : 

-This isn’t going to work.

-I know, it’s too weird. 

-I caught him in her room a few nights ago, God only know what would have happened if I didn’t came in when I did. 

-Oh please, no details. We’re talking about your daughter, whom I consider my dear niece, and my...clone. It’s just too weird ! 

-Yeah well you would be even more weirded out if you had caught them making out on her desk ! 

-Bruce, stop. Seriously. This is making me uncomfortable. 

-And you think I’m comfortable with this ? Because if you do you’re wrong. I hate it. It’s my little girl we’re talking about ! 

Diana, who was coming back from the coffee machine with a warm cup, cannot help herself and has to say : 

-You are aware that you’re daughter is an adult right ? And that when Dick started to date Barbara you didn’t say anything, even though she’s older than him. Or when Jason or Tim st...

-I know she’s an adult ! That’s the problem ! She’s growing up too fast ! And it’s not the same than with the boys...

Diana loses her amused grin, and with a very serious expression, stare at the Bat and says :

-Oh ? And how is it different ? Because she’s a girl you have to protect her more ? Or she can’t go out because of her sex ? By Hades Bruce I thought you were more open minded than that ! 

Your father just looks away and grumbles an answer no one understands. 

He knows it’s ridiculous. He knows he shouldn’t be worried, as he knows that Conner is a good man. He knows you’re an adult and are capable of taking your own decisions but...you’re also his little girl. And he doesn’t actually have a good excuse as to why he wants to protect you more dating wise than his sons...Even though Dick is the one that always end up falling in love way too fast and having his heart broke ! 

In front of him, Clark doesn’t hold Diana’s gaze either (neither him or Bruce would dare to, and besides, when she was annoyed like that, it was better to just look away and shut up), but he has the same thoughts than his friend. He wants to protect you, and for some reasons, deep down, he just can’t find the strength to trust Conner, even though the boy proved himself worthy multiple times...

************

It shouldn’t have been, but formally introducing your boyfriend to your brothers was one of the most difficult thing you ever had to do. 

They were all here when you two kiss for the first time, but used to your short lived relationship, they weren’t expecting things to get serious. So when, almost six months after yours and Conner’s first kiss, you take him to Wayne’s Manor, they’re all a bit...Taken aback. 

Dick was your only ally. He’s the only that took it well when you said you were dating Conner...seriously. That you were actually in love, and not juste slightly infatuated as usual. Granted, he was the one who played the matchmaker and tried, for almost a year, to push you guys in each others’ arms (as he noticed you both had a massive crush for the other, that quickly turned into love). But you surely didn’t expect your oldest brother to be the only one happy for you. 

Jason eyed Conner up and down, and glared at him for a good ten minutes. He didn’t say anything, trying really hard to respect your choice...but you thanked God or whoever was up there for making Conner so oblivious sometimes, because the murderous look your brother was giving him was just awful. 

Tim took Conner on a side and you saw him making overdramatic gestures and such. You didn’t hear anything of what they said but...When they came back you gave your boyfriend a questioning look and he said :

-Your brother told me I was a terrible best friend because I am dating his sister and friends aren’t suppose to do that and...

-Oh my god Conner this was a private conversation ! Supposed to stay secret between you and I ! 

-Tim, I don’t have any secrets for your sister. 

After those words, against his own will, Tim had to kinda admit maybe you weren’t dating the worst man ever...Besides, it was his best friend after all, he knew he was a good guy but...You were his little sister ! His beloved and dear little sister ! He used to read stories to you when you were tiny and now you were dating his best friend and...Oh, where did the years go ? 

Damian was the one who took it really badly. He almost jumped on Conner, but Dick caught him at the last moment (because he was gonna break himself on Superboy’s chest..for real). The mere thought of that...dude touching you, kissing you like he did months ago (when they all still thought it was yet another one of your fling). He yelled at Conner for half an hour, and when you calmly told him to “back off”, he...strangely did. Your little brother admired you more than anyone else, and always seemed to listen to everything you said. And when you told him to calm down in that voice you used only when you were dead serious, he understood that he shouldn’t push his luck. 

It still didn’t stop him though, from threatening Conner every chance he got (which means, whenever you weren’t around). 

Yup. Dick was the only one in your family that was supportive of your relationship...The worst one of them all was your father. 

He would always look coldly at your boyfriend, though before he always been nice to him, and give you daily sermon about sex. It was super awkward. And when he found you and Conner making out in your bedroom, the way he threw your man out of the window was scary as Hell...But like father like daughter, you were extremely stubborn, and no matter what your family thought, you were going to still date Conner. You were in love with him for God’s sake ! 

Still, it kinda hurt that none of your family members (except Dick of course) supported you, and was happy for you...Not even your mother, the famous Catwoman, who was known to never play by the rules ! 

************

When you told her, she made a face and, with a sigh, said : 

-Oh what did I tell you about dating men with issues ? 

-...To not do it. 

-And yet, you’re dating the man who got the most issues ever. Damn he’s more troubled than your father, that says a lot ! 

-Yeah well mom, when did I ever listen to you ? Besides, you know me, if someone tells me not to do something...

-You will most likely do it yes...I didn’t think things through. I should have told you to not date nice guys cause they’re boring, and then you’d be with one. 

You smile at your mother and shake your head before saying : 

-He is a nice guy mom. 

-You know what I mean. 

-Yeah well, you’re not really in a good position to give me advice about that specific thing. Besides, his issues are...manageable. 

-I’m might not be a good example, but that’s exactly why I’m telling you this. So that you don’t make the same mistakes I did ! 

-Oh, so I’m a mistake I guess then ? 

-What ? No ! No of course not ! You’re the best thing that happened in my life ! And I...-sigh- listen, I might not be the best mother out there, and I know I’m not always present but...I just want you to be happy. 

-Yeah ok, and what if I’m happy with Conner ?! Why don’t you guys just leave it be for fox sake ! Like it’s not like I’m a criminal or something, I’m just dating a guy ! 

-A guy that could crush you in a moment of stress. A guys that doesn’t always control his own powers and could hurt you really bad, not on purpose of course, but he...

-He would never hurt me ok ! And he controls his emotions way more than you guys think. He changed a lot and he’s making a lot of efforts ! 

-Maybe, but the fact is...

-The fact is that I do whatever I want to do ! I’m an adult and you can’t tell me what to do. 

You stand up from the edge of the roof where you were sitting with your mother, and leave without a word, not even looking back or saying “goodbye”. 

Your mom sighs, and hope that you won't do the same mistakes she did...Not particularly the “dating a man with issues” part, but the “getting your heart broken by him, or breaking his heart on a regular basis, just because you guys are too damn stubborn” part...

************

You’re frustrated when you arrive at the Young Justice’s headquarters through a zeta tube, and, annoyed more than ever, you start walking around the mountain, pacing back and forth in the corridors, but soon, your walk isn’t sufficient anymore and you go to the gym to hit a sandbag out of frustration. 

M’gann finds you as you’re taking your anger on a punching ball, every hit you make making the entire thing tremble. You turn around at her entrance, and punch a few times more. 

After a few minutes, the martian finally gather the courage to ask you what is going on (as everyone, she knows that when you’re mad, she just shouldn’t talk to you, but she gotta know) : 

-Is something wrong (Y/N) ? 

You turn around, and whip your leg up in the air, hitting the sandbag with force with your foot as you’re now facing Miss Martian. 

-What ? Oh no. Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s just swell. 

As you say your last word, you turn around once more to give a mean right hook to the dummy, and with a high kick turn toward M’gann again. 

-What makes you think something’s wrong ?

The martian knows she’s walking on eggs there, and taking a small step toward you, she says : 

-It’s just that you seem...On edge. 

-On edge ? Really ? I think it’s in your head M’gann. 

You respond as you whip around again to headbutt your training dummy with all your might, and then give it a series of fast yet powerful punches. 

-...Your anger toward this poor gym artifacts. 

“Gym artifacts”, only her could speak like that. Not wanting to talk about it, you keep punching and kicking, ignoring her. 

She approaches you and says : 

-Is it...a problem with Conner ? 

And the wishfulness in her voice, the hope, makes you completely crack : 

-OH MY GOD I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH CONNER ALRIGHT ?! My only problems is you, and everyone else, that keep questioning our relationships and that keeps...keeps;..bothering me about my choices and what I can and cannot do ! And I’m sorry you’re still in love with him but he’s...

You stop your sentence, realizing that now, you’re just being mean...and it’s enough to lift all the anger off of your shoulders. To erase everything. 

-I’m...I’m sorry M’gann. 

-Don’t be. I understand. I really do. If...if it can reassure you, I see how he looks at you and...he never looked at me like that. All those little attentions he has for you, he didn’t have for me. When we were dating, he never told me he loved me and he never...kiss me like he kisses you. I’m sorry if I sound like I’m stalking you guys but, someone I look at the two of you and all I see is love, admiration, awe and a deep connection that goes beyond simple love and friendship. You guys are soulmates. I just...know it. And when people are that made for each others, then it shouldn’t matter what others think...

You smile weakly, and hug her. Simply hug her. You don’t say anything else, and you don’t try to comfort her, you know you’ll only make it worst. So you just hug her, your way of silently thanking her. 

You understand how hard it must be to see the one you love with someone else, you remember how it was when they were dating...And you feel just a little bit guilty (because after all, she broke up with him fist), but you know she’s right. 

It shouldn’t matter what your family think...Then, why does it ? 

************

You end up really calming down and leaving the gym. It was M’gann’s turn to mistreat those poor “gym artifacts”. As you leave and go to the common room, your path crosses is and...Here it is again. 

That stupid smile you can’t seem to erase from your face whenever you see him. The good thing is, he smiles back. 

You approach each others with a few quick steps, and your fingers end up entwining with each others. He lays his forehead against yours, hunching quite a long way down to do so as your way shorter than him (something you took after your mother, not your dad). 

-Hey you, how has your day been ? 

-Well...meh, and yours ? 

-It was meh too until now...

-Oh you’re so damn cheesy Kon. 

-Only with you. 

-Good. 

You go on your tip toes to be able to reach him, and softly brush your lips on his. He smiles some more and asks : 

-Why was your day meh ? 

-I told my mother I was in a steady relationship with you. 

-...And ? 

-She had the same reaction as the others...

-I’m sorry...

-It’s not you’re fault they’re kinda assholes babe. 

His smile widen, and he bents down to peck your lips, whispering in your ear : 

-Do you call all of your loved one “asshole” ? 

You chuckled lowly as you remember the day you two professed your love for each others...it didn’t really started well, as you indeed called him an “asshole”.

You turn your head and he’s right there, so close...He brings you flush against his body and his lips are on yours, moving in sync with your own as the kiss turns passionate. You tumble backward, and he catches you in his strong arms. He does more than catching you actually, lifting you up you wrap your legs around his waist and you pull away just a few seconds to say : 

-Let’s find a quite place, if anyone, let’s say my dad or uncle Clark, finds us like this, in the corridor, they’re gonna flip out...

He nods before going back to devour your mouth, and turn to the first door he sees. A quite place you say ? Well, chances are this room is empty. Most rooms are empty. He kicks in the door and close it behind him with his foot. 

One of your hand goes to tangle itself in his hair, as the other takes hold of his shoulder. Both his hands are on your behind and you let the hand that’s on his shoulder run slowly down his side, in the intention to go creep under his shirt when someone clears his throat. 

You both pull away quickly, surprised, and turn to look at the source of the noise. Oh. Of course. 

For real though, what are the odds that you and your boyfriend would choose the ONE ROOM in this gigantic headquarter, where your entire family would be ? ...It really wasn't your day. 

************

Awkwardly, you slip down Conner’s body but do not let go of him, actually movie ever so closer to him, trying to shield yourself from the view of your father, brothers and uncle Clark. 

All of them but Dick glare at Conner, and you can feel the anger rise in your boyfriend’s chest. You understand him (you always do), his life was already mostly unfair, and now, once he finally found something good that made him happy, they wanted to take you away from him. And they where mad at him, not even at you. 

Of course he didn’t want them to be mad at you but...how was it fair that only him was the source that sprout all this hostility ?  A couple, by definition, wasn’t just one person...You stroke his arm lovingly, and you can hear his heart starting to calm down if only a little bit. 

Your father’s voice, implacable, is the first one resonating in the room : 

-Might I know what you’re doing ? 

You shrink a little bit behind Conner because, when he really wants, your father can be scary...but then, a thought hits your mind and refuses to leave it. It starts to anger you too. You’re the daughter of the greatest detective in the World, and you inherited some of his deduction skills...You hope that you’re wrong, but something tells you your guts are right. 

You get out of behind Conner, who was standing tall in front of your very frightening father (oh god you loved that man, his courage and braveness was just irresistible), and narrow your eyes at your family. 

Your father doesn’t look away, but Clark does, as well as Tim and Dick. Jason was looking at the ceiling since the beginning, and Damian wasn’t even hiding his animosity towards your boyfriend, glaring at him as if he was about to murder the hell out of him...

Their reaction kinda confirms your doubts, and with a voice as cold as your father’s, you ask : 

-What are you doing ?

The harshness of your tone surprises even your dad, and he flinches a bit, before regaining his neutral face. He answers : 

-I believed I ask first. 

He knows what you’re about to do. You’re going to turn the table and put him in a delicate situation. Oh damn that part you took from your mother...You give him his own trademark bat-smirk and say : 

-I believe it was fairly obvious. I was kissing my boyfriend. French kissing him to be precise. And I was planning on more. Does that answer your question...father ?

Your dad winces. Yes, you were totally taking the advantage. And the fact that you’re calling him “father”, which you never do, makes his heart tighten. 

Clark shifts awkwardly on his seat, and your brothers, including Dick, all look horrified at what you just implied. 

You turn to look at Conner’s face to make sure he is ok, and he smiles down at you, of this genuine smile full of love and adoration you love so much. 

He would never admit it, or maybe would in a moment of weakness, when alone with you but...it drove him crazy, the way you always stood up for him at all time. You never let him down, even when he was wrong. You always stuck up for him, and it made him fall just a bit more in love with you each time, which he thought was impossible, giving the fact that he was already crazy ‘bout you. 

You stare down all of your brothers, taking a bit more time on Damian who didn’t even realize you were looking at him, and on Jason who was trying really hard to avoid your gaze. 

You stare down your “Uncle Clark”. 

But you can’t stare down your father, you know it, and so you continue your plan of attack : 

-So. Your turn now. What are you doing here ? 

Your dad shrugs and say : 

-Just enjoying each others’ company. 

-Oh, you thought of better lies...Father. This is kind of sad. 

He flinches once more. Oh god he hated when you called him “father”. You decide to put an end to their awkward misery : 

-I know why you’re all here. And let me tell you, it won’t work. 

They act innocently (or try to), but you take none of it : 

-I’m not stupid, and you guys know that. Maybe it’s a bit pretentious of me to think I’m smart but...I know what you’re doing. And it won’t work. I love Conner alright ? You guys can’t change anything about this. 

You feel the hand he had on your waist squeeze you a bit, and look at him. He’s clearly confused, and you explain, just for him : 

-I think, I’m not entirely sure but I’m like...96% sure though it’s certain there’s some doubts that...They were having a little reunion to find ways to break us up. Am I right or am I right ?

It’s Dick who breaks first, and the rest of them can only glare at him as he rats them out : 

-I’m so sorry (Y/N), I tried to tell them it wasn’t a good idea ! I was...

He stops as his eyes catch yours. And a wave of guilt washes over all of them. You don’t look angry anymore, you just don’t have the strength to act as if you’re mad, to put on a show. No. You just can’t. 

Because the people that count the most in your life, the one you love and would die for...were so much against your relationship that they were having a meeting about how to take you away from your boyfriend. 

The people you trusted the most in the World were betraying you. You know they’re trying to do good, to protect you but...knowing that they just couldn’t accept your own choice really broke your heart. 

And they see it. They see in your eyes that they just hurt you. And when you speak again, it’s confirmed, and their own heart break at the thought that they’re the cause of your distress. This isn’t what they wanted. They were here to protect you. Slowly, they started to understand their mistakes, but it was too late as you say : 

-You guys are unbelievable. All of you. Maybe not you Dick but...still. It’s just incredible. I told you times and times again that Conner made me happy. That I loved him. And guess what ? He loves me too ! I told you guys a million times that it was great, that we were great for each others. And yet...here you are, thinking you can foment a plant to tear us apart. Well let me tell you that, even if you tried really hard, you wouldn’t be able to. Because what’s between Conner and I...It’s real. It’s love. It’s trust. It’s mutual respect to the highest level...It’s everything you guys are not giving me right now. I’m...I’m so disappointed in all of you. I trusted you. I trusted you ! 

You take a deep breath, and find the courage to continue in Conner bringing you closer to him, a protective arm around your shoulder : 

-You guys aren’t protecting me, you’re breaking me ! I’m always there for all of you and that’s how you repay me ? By wanting to take away the thing that makes me the happiest in life ? Uncle Clark, you’ve got no right doing that. Especially not after how you treated Conner. All he wants is your attention, your advices, your guidance and you keep pushing him away...You have no rights to do this ! Jason, Tim and Damian, I love you guys, I really do. You’re the best brothers any girl could ask for, and I know you’re trying to do the right thing but...You have it all wrong ! The right thing would be to let me be happy ! And sure, if he breaks my heart, go break his spine but...he hasn’t done it yet, and I have a feeling he won’t ! If anything, it’s me and my problems expressing my feelings that will fuck things up ! That I take after you dad and...Talking about you, you need to let me go. I’m not six anymore. And though I do still enjoy when you come tuck me in, when you kiss my forehead reassuringly and when you’re being protective, I’m a grown up now. And you can’t have control over every aspect of my life. I always listened to you, trusted you and believed in you...It’s...It’s painful to thin the feeling’s not mutual. 

He’s about to say something, and you know you hurt him by saying that but you cut him off : 

-No, I don’t wanna hear about it. I don’t wanna hear any apologizes or explanations. I don’t want to hear your reasoning. I want you all to leave me and Conner alone. At least for now. And...I...I...Don’t come back to me before you accepted that me and Conner, it’s happening. We love each other. Which means that yes, we kiss sometimes. We’re super cheesy and lovey dovey. And yes, we make love. And you know what ? That’s how life goes. I’m a grown up. And I know what I want. So please, don’t come back until you printed that in your brain, until you finally trust me to make my own choices. 

And on that note, you leave, with Conner’s hand clutched in yours tightly. You leave before they can see the tears streaming down your face. 

Dick turns to his brothers, to his father, and to his Uncle Clark, and with a cold voice that doesn’t resemble him, he says :

-Are you guys happy now ? 

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You take the nearest zeta tube and you’re transported back to the mansion, where you quickly take some stuffs, and shove it all in your car. A hand on your shoulder, Conner asks you if you’re sure of what you’re doing and...yes. Yes you are. 

You then drive to a fancy hotel in Gotham’s center, where you take a room for you and Conner. When you arrive in, you fall on the bed and hide under the blankets...Slowly, your boyfriend come close to you and sits on the bed.

-I...Thank you (Y/N). Nobody ever did anything like that for me...You’re...Nobody ever done something that nice. I...I love you so much (Y/N) Wayne. 

You take your head out of the blanket and smile weakly. His heart starts to beat wildly as he sees tears stream down your face, and thinks it’s his fault...but before he can say anything else, you reassure him, as you understands what went through his mind (you always understands) : 

-It’s not your fault Conner. It’s them. Again, they’re kind of assholes. And...They’ll come around. If they truly love me, they will. 

-Of course they love you. They just want to protect y...

-Yes yes I know. But there’s nothing to protect me from. I love you Conner. 

-I love you too. With all my being. And...thank you.

-Don’t thank me. Thank you for being the source of my happiness. It’s not easy being the bats’ daughter, you...you’re making it easier. I’m sorry I’m not good with words, I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me. 

-What you just did is proof enough...And you can’t even imagine how much I love you. I’m...I can’t live without you. 

You can’t hold the smile creeping on your face, and lift the blanket so that he can comes under with you. He does, wrapping his arms around you. 

-Look at us Kon. Bunch of cheesy fuckers. 

-I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

-Me neither...

And like it’s the most natural thing in the world, your lips connect, and you kiss each other passionately, trying to convey all your feelings for each others. 

Once again, before you can creep his hand up his shirt, or he can touch your skin, your phone rings. 

It’s your father, and as Conner shamelessly trails wet kisses down your neck, your heart starts to beat wildly as your father, probably for the first time of his life, says : 

-...I’m sorry sweetie.  

Maybe that day wasn’t that bad after all.

Fin ? 

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Meh. Hope you liked it. Sorry it’s so long.