#young Justice Drabble

[invincibledc]

“Pft, jealous? Me?!!!”

Wally West/Kid Flash x Tamaranean! Male reader

Genre: slight angst & fluff

Warning: miscommunication

Jealousy! What a dumb word, especially to Wally as he just watched you kissed someone for information. Wait…What the fu—

“KF? Dude snap out of it.” Wally snapped out of his trance, seeing you talk the same language as the person who you wanted information from. Robin just frowns seeing his best friend dazed out. “Dude, you cool? Remember to stay whelmed.” “I’m whelmed..” Wally says gruffly as he looked away from you. Robin seemed to pick up quick, seeing you wave the stranger good bye while Wally was acting as if miss Martian said no to getting her cookies.

“Jealous?” “No!” Wally says quickly to the Robin. Robin kept smirking, “well if you say so.”

It’s been two days after that and he hasn’t talked to you since. Was it bad he felt bad for basically ghosting you in real life? He did but he couldn’t help but feel his heart break seeing you kiss someone so carelessly! Sure you can copy languages through kiss. But..why did it hurt when he saw you doing that..

You kissed him when you came onto earth, bonded with him most, he taught you how to be an earth kid. And even…became someone special to you. For you, you sulked. You missed your Wally. And Robin was comforting you, telling you that Wally needs to get use to your usage of ways to get through language barriers. You were thinking that Wally must hate you as you started to cry, Robin immediately patted your back awkwardly as he goes to talk to his best pal.

“Wally dude, talk to him. He thinks you hate him.” Wally looked at dick who seemed to frown in disappointment at the speedster. “I..I don’t know how! And I don’t hate him..I love him..” Wally says with a frown, a rosy tint to his tan cheeks. “Well, tell that to Fire! Cause he’s bawling his eyes out right now.” That’s all Wally needed to hear before he sped off to you. Immediately he stopped in front of you. Your glowing red fiery hair and green glowing eyes made him feel like he was seeing you for the first time.

Your teary eyes widened at the sight of the speedster, dried tear stains. “Wally?” You said softly with a raspy voice. Wally frowned with sincere guilt at how you looked and sounded. He caused that. “Hey Y/N….” You sniffled as you floated towards him. Wearing your home wear while your fiery hair floats with fire trails. “Wally..do you..hate me?” “What! No..I could never hate you Fire…” he says, wiping away any tears. He soon grabs your two hands with his. “Then why…push me away? What have I done wrong?…” you questioned with urgency, you wanted Wally to speak to you. To make you feel not so confused.

“It’s…pretty dumb.” He grips your hands with his. You narrow your eyes, “if it is so dumb. Then I do not matter?” Wally eye’s immediately widen before pulling you more towards him. Making you stop floating and having your feet to the ground. “No! Not at all, you do matter to me Fire. A lot actually. It’s just that when I saw you kiss that guy. Even if it was for information. It..stung me to think of you kissing anyone else but me. We built such a great friendship..or relationship with each other that I thought…” he paused, realizing at this point he was confessing to you.

“You thought we were something” Wally nodded looking down at your hands linked with his. You smiled, feeling your [color/orange] cheeks heat up. “I also thought as well. I would like to be something with you Wally.” You said softly. Wally looks up surprised, you let go of his hands. Cupping his face, then finally putting your lips against his. Your warm body heat made him melt against your touch. His arms start to wrap around your waist, despite you being tall. Wally felt like the man for scoring you right now.

“Ahem!” Wally immediately break the kiss but not the hold on you as his face was certainly red while you smiled and kissed his cheek. Dick stood there smirking, “I see you two finally made up?” You stopped cupping Wally’s face. “Yes we have! It is amazing news that me and Wally are meant to be!” Dick smiles to hear this, clapping for his best friend who seemed to stare lovingly at you.

“Awesome..but just don’t kiss infront of the team, or in any room.” Dick says before leaving. Wally could only roll his eyes before you kiss his cheek again. “I shall mail a letter to my family about our love hehehe!” You flew off quickly. Leaving a speedster who felt like the luckiest boy alive other than fastest.

[batsandbirdbrains]

Inspired by the one anon who asked abt fics where Dick turns out to be younger than people think he is and the recs that were given:

What if it’s like a scenario where Dick’s parents / the circus changed his age in documents so he could perform. And his age changed all the time on paper because different countries had different rules, even different cities/counties might not be the same as the one next to it. And so Dick sort of forgets how old he actually is most of the time, he just sticks with whatever his parents last told him.

And he was told he was eight when they were in Gotham. He was just short for his age because he’s a gymnast, that’s what they told anyone who questioned them.

In reality, Dick was five years old.

And by the time he remembered he should probably tell Bruce that, it’s already been too long. It’s several months after Bruce has taken him in, after he already has been Robin, and it just hits him one day that he’s going to be turning six in March. Bruce thinks he’s turning nine.

And Dick gets this horrible terrible no good idea in his head that if Bruce finds out he lied about his age, that Bruce will get rid of him. Won’t want him anymore. Will call him a dirty liar and kick him to the curb.

And Dick can’t lose his new home. He loves Bruce. He loves Alfred. And he loves being Robin. So he keeps it a secret and tries to forget that he’s three years younger than he’s supposed to be.

It’s a damn good thing Dick’s parents were rigorous in his schooling, and by some miracle he tests into the proper grade for his age when Bruce starts him at Gotham Academy. It’s a bumpy start, but it’s easily explained away by the slight language barrier. Dick actually speaks and reads English just fine, he learned it the same time he learned French and Romani and Arabic, but it’s a good excuse for why his penmanship is clumsy and why he starts out just slightly behind his peers.

He puts so much extra effort into his school work that by the time he’s supposed to be 13, it’s recommended he skip a grade. Bruce is so proud. Dick is somehow managing to get by as a ten year old in high school, and he cannot figure out how he’s pulling this shit off. Talk about being a showman, because it feels like he’s playing the world’s most impossible role.

But then something happens when Robin is on a team mission with the young justice season 1 team. Some magic shit. Maybe Klarion does something, maybe it’s like the episode where the adults get separated from the kids, but instead of it being everyone over 18 is separated from everyone under 18, it’s anyone who’s a teenager and up being separated from the kids who are all 12 and under.

And no one can figure out where Robin is. And also Captain Marvel is missing. What the fuck.

Bruce is fucking freaking out because he cannot figure out why Dick isn’t anywhere, why he can’t get ahold of him. He’s convinced Klarion must be holding him hostage or something.

And then you have Dick and Billy saving the day on their side, and Dick convinced him to try to transform into Captain Marvel. Billy doesn’t want to, because he doesn’t want to leave Robin alone if it makes him disappear to, but Dick assures him he’ll be fine, they’ll both be fine.

And then they come up with a plan yadda yadda the world is saved Dick and Billy save the day, the rest of the episode doesn’t matter.

But Batman pulls Robin aside immediately once they’re all back together and asks him what the hell just happened.

And Dick just starts crying. He’s so stressed out. This whole situation was so scary and he wasn’t actually all that confident the plans he’d made would work he only pretended to be so sure of himself so Billy could do his part and not be scared too. And also it’s really fucking stressful being a ten year old in high school. It’s very hard. Dick’s life is very difficult, and now his dad is finding out that he’s not as old as he’s been pretending to be, and everyone else is there and going to find out to, and he’s so overwhelmed.

“I didn’t mean to,” Dick says through full on sobs, and Bruce is so concerned and he’s hugging Dick and trying to calm him down, but Dick has gotten himself all worked up. “They changed my age all the time so I could perform, I’d be six in one city and eight in the next and seven in another and I just I forgot I wasn’t really any of those and then you adopted me and I forgot I wasn’t really eight until it was almost my birthday but it was too late to tell you and you would’ve been so mad and you wouldn’t have wanted me anymore and I didn’t know what to do!”

“Hey hey hey, slow down, slow down,” Bruce tells him, “take a deep breath. You need to breathe, Robin.”

But Dick just falls against Bruce’s shoulder and cries. He doesn’t want Bruce to think his parents were bad parents. Because they weren’t, they were the best. They just had to fudge some things so Dick could perform with them, so he could have fun up in the air with them, lots of people in the circus lie about their age!

“Oh, chum,” Bruce coos, resting his cheek on top of Dick’s head, rubbing his back. “I could never not want you. I love you, it doesn’t matter how old you are.”

“You do now!”

It makes Bruce’s heart shatter into pieces. Because Dick really thinks there was ever a time he didn’t have Bruce wrapped around his little finger, he doesn’t realize that Bruce has loved him from the first moment he wrapped the tiny little acrobat in his coat and carried him away from the puddle of blood he’d been kneeling in.

“I have always loved you,” he whispers. “And I always will. But chum, this is important. I need to know how old you really are.”

Dick sobs into his shoulder one more time before he lets out in a miserable whisper that everyone manages to hear, “Ten.”

And Batman damn near breaks. He lets out a shaky gasp, and his grip tightens on Robin as his knees buckle and he falls to the floor, now holding Robin tightly in his lap.

“You were five?” he asks. “Oh my God, you were five.”

Batman has a breakdown right then and there, but he keeps it very contained. He refuses to let go of Robin, just continues hugging him close and whispering that he loves him, he’s not mad at him, he would never ever get rid of him.

Idk what would happen after this but I know for certain Dick and Billy become bffs.

[hanasnx]

Heyy <3 dunno if it's gonna echo something in your inspiration, but I was thinking a Nightwing thing, like with vigilante reader and they coincidentally get stuck in a tight space on a mission to catch the riddler. I don't really have much more but yeahhh (love your Clark fics btw i- 🛐)

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event! — request DC characters.

“It was your idea to follow him…” you accuse, and flick your head to the side to sweep the hair out of your face while your hands are stuck.

“Oh, and it would’ve been a better idea to stay there and play sitting ducks?” NIGHTWING matches your energy, and when you neglect to respond, merely occupying your gaze with the surrounding walls in a leisured peer, he looks for a way out. Limited mobility affords him some advanced peripheral vision, but there’s not much else to do than try to slide a direction together and hope for the best. The problem is you’re practically painted on him. Chest-to-chest, the two of you can barely breathe. “If you could just… you could try to..” His suggestions trail off as he lets you finish the sentences, following his lead. His shoulders shifting down, carefully shimmying while the material of his suit catches on the texture of the wall. In an attempt to rearrange the puzzle pieces of your body, you raise yourself on the tips of your toes.

“Like this?” you confirm, right before your foot gets caught on his, and out of instinct his hands fly to you. The only area that they can reach, however, is the space of your outer thighs, and you gulp because his aid to steady you is reminiscent of intimacy. Your lips press into a thin line, and neither of you say anything, the silence filled by your conjoining panting.

Once you’d slipped, the swell of your chest now rests on the apex of his, and your cleavage sits in his immediate view. His eyes visibly widen, and even through the whites of his mask you can tell he’s averting them. The warm breath of his nose washes over your tits pressed up against him, and you know he’s so close he can feel your nips peak in the cold night air. It’s humiliating.

The shame of it blooms a deep heat on your cheeks, and it drives you to take the lead from him. You shift, the gravel under your shoe filling in some silence while you move in your panic. “Let me just—“

“—Don’t move—“ he says, but it’s less of a command, more of a plea.

“—No, if I can just get—“ As you fight for room, he tries to accommodate you, his hips backing up with nowhere to go but bumping back into yours.

“—Wait—“ he responds, firmer this time.

“Trust me!” And as soon as your outburst ends do you feel a new sensation. The hands on your thighs or his chest pushing up yours is all old now. This is entirely unprecedented.

You both fall completely quiet, and completely still. An unmistakable outline nudges your inner thigh as it fills itself out, seeking a warm and wet home an inch away from its head. It creeps towards you, and that familiar feeling pools in your core like its greeting an old friend.

“I told you not to move.” he sighs, and you can hear the frustration masking the embarrassment in his voice.

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

Y! Young Justice (the og) x villain! reader

You twist, defiant even now, and they feel it—their adversary, their ghost, the one who slipped from their grasp with a laugh on the wind, now held tight. Tonight, the uncatchable is caught, and their silent victory thrums like a heartbeat in the air around you.

Kaldur’s water binds hold fast, yet there’s a strange gentleness as he looks at you, eyes deep as the sea he commands. His grip is sure but reverent, each ripple around your wrists a silent hymn to the dance you’ve led him through, chase after chase, like a lover drawn to shore by the moon. His eyes are an ocean, quiet and unfathomable, but tonight there’s no mistaking the longing within them—a soft, undulating desire to hold what he’s finally claimed.

Wally stands close, not taunting but transfixed, his smirk softer than usual, as though he’s taken his place beside you at last. You’ve always been the thrill, the pulse in his veins, the rush of the wind at his back. The quicksilver desire he’s buried comes to the surface, flickering like light itself as he watches you now. There’s something poetic in his gaze, like a line of verse held just for you, words spinning in the silence as his fingers twitch, yearning to trace every inch of the face he’s only seen in blurs of speed.

Robin moves with precision, binding you with a care that’s more art than security. His eyes linger on every knot, every inch of skin beneath his gloved fingers, crafting his hold as if sculpting something sacred, every tie a testament to the chase that brought you to this point. He’s not simply holding you down; he’s committing you to memory, carving his mark into every second. The vigilante has become a poet, each knot in his rope a line in the unspoken sonnet he’s woven around you.

Conner watches with an intensity that goes beyond duty, his protective instincts woven with the depth of a soul that’s finally found something worth holding. His admiration is fierce, a silent ode to the strength you’ve shown against him time and again. The quiet in his gaze is the chorus he’s always sung for you—a promise etched in steel, a love wrapped in the strength he wields, silent but unbreakable. He’d turn worlds to dust before letting you slip away again.

Above, M’gann floats with a gentle, boundless reverence, her empathy a quiet lullaby echoing through your mind. There’s a depth to her gaze, a wish to hold you safe, to shield you from every shadow. Her presence wraps around you, the warmth of a song without words, each glance a silent lyric, a promise she wants to whisper only for you. Her thoughts spill over, her devotion filling every corner of your mind like a quiet symphony, promising to keep you safe, her heart’s song bound to you.

And Artemis, fierce and unwavering, watches from the edge, her gaze sharper than any arrow she’s ever shot. The smirk that once mocked you has softened into something reverent. She’s a huntress who’s caught her elusive prey, but there’s no more need for the chase. She wants to keep you close, to pull you into her orbit as if you were a star meant to be drawn to her. Her pride for you is fierce, unbending; her eyes drink you in like an anthem she’s claimed for herself.

Each of them stands close, a circle drawn tight, their poetry woven around you, their gazes fierce and unbreakable. You’re no longer simply their rival—you’re a muse, their song, the obsession they’ve crafted verse by verse in their minds. They’ve turned the chase into a masterpiece, and now, their poem is complete: you’re here, captured by verses only they can write, bound to them in a love that echoes like a heartbeat.

(A/n: when will I make a real story? I think never)

[nxtaliaistyping]

hi so what if ummmmmmhh.,, what if. what if dick grayson. ur reading something out loud or whatever AND HES EATINF U OUT. and he's MEAN ABOUT IT. HES REALLY REALLY REALLY MEAN ABOUT IT. if u stutter or whimper or pause NUH UH YOU GOTTA START OVER. HES MEAN ABOUT IT😭😭😭 DO U SEE MY VISIONJ😭

Dick Grayson being mean <3

Authors note: absolutely loved this request, thank you so much babe <3

18+ nsfw, fem reader

“C’mon babe, anyone would think you aren’t even trying.”

At your whine, he grins and looks up at you. There you are, a goddess in his mind, sat on the plush cushions of your sofa with your legs spread wide. Face flush, your hair sticks to your forehead as you gaze down at your lover, keeping a trembling grasp on your book.

The book in question was a silly romance book you’d picked up, a way to pass the time while your boyfriend was out. But you didn’t know he was planning on getting home early, and when he’d playfully snatched the novel away from your hands and realised what it was, you could see the cogs turning in his mind and a devious smile materialise in result.

Now he’s lapping at your cunt rhythmically, feeling your wetness spread on his tongue while you shakily attempt to read aloud. The paragraphs blur together in your attempts to retain coherence.

“I know you can do it angel.” He murmurs, spitting on your clit as if to give you motivation.

You clear your throat. “B-Before I could delve into that. Aaron’s large body shifted-“

Humming with the satisfaction that you’re reading aloud again, he gently parts your pussy lips with his fingers before plunging his tongue in. Dragging it up and down, you try you hardest to keep your tone level and even. “If you mess up, I’m gonna have to edge you, pretty.” He’d said to you with a smile, masking the cruel dominance with his playful grin and sparkling eyes.

You keep reading, eyes burning holes into the pages to keep your concentration. All the while, the slurping sounds of Dick feasting beneath you reverberates off the walls.

“He was caging me against what felt like the wardrobe d-door-“

Stuttering just as he sucks on your clit, he laughs softly and pulls away. “You know the rules angelface, no stuttering. How else am I gonna get a good handle on the plot?”

God you could kick him at this point, but you settle for a soft whine as he rubs his big hands over your thighs to calm you down. He watches like a hawk as your pussy twitches and leaks, and he can’t resist leaning back down earlier than he wanted to just to get another taste.

“…and I didn’t know how we had ended up there. Not really-“

Shaking his head from side to side, he ensures no millimetre doesn’t receive a massage from his tongue, before circling your clit and blinking up at you. He’s clearly impressed, you can see it in his expression as you keep reading. But you can’t deny there’s something else behind that face…almost annoyance, annoyed he can’t get you to crack again.

“But he was pressing deliciously into me, sheltering me from the- f-fuck!”

You can’t help but squeal as he without warning plunges two fingers into your cunt, immediately curling to hit your g spot. He grins, triumphant.

“Now now. You’ve done it again.”

He licks your inner thigh, keeping his fingers inside without moving, even as you whine and try to buck into him. Not cracking at your desperation, instead he cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Baby, you know I said you had to read it properly. It’s not my fault you can’t listen.”

His tone was smarmy, but masked under a charming smile and a silver tongue that constantly sounds at ease. You look at him desperately.

“Please Dick...”

He swats your thigh, causing you to jump a little in place.

“Let’s take it from the last paragraph, shall we?” He offers, before diving back in. Slurping.

“Before I could delve into that, Aaron’s large body shifted-“

This time you do better, determined. You keep your tone steady, sounding out every syllable you can even with his fingers bullying their way in and out of your tight pussy. He licks and sucks your clit like it’s candy, not even attempting to be quiet or subtle about it, and clearly not giving a damn about the plot.

But you succeed, making it to the bottom of the page before your cunt starts to tighten, and the warmth starts to bloom. As soon as your thighs shake, Dick knows what’s coming. He waits until you pause at the end of a sentence before speaking.

“I’m guessing you’re close, huh baby? Wanna cum all over my face while you read your smutty little book?”

You nod, unsure whether you could speak or if he’d deem you going against the rules he’d set out.

“Alright. If you can read a page more, you can cum. And you better not cheat and skip any sections.”

As he gets back to it, you attempt your best at staving off your orgasm while reading the words that threaten to bleed into a jumbled mess as your eyes start to water. Everything in your body is screaming at you to let go. Your pace speeds up, but luckily he doesn’t seem to react, as you barrel towards the finish line, both in literary and carnal form.

Just as you reach the last sentence, you cry out in horror as he suddenly pulls his fingers out, leaning back and watching you nearly cry with desperation.

“Sorry pretty, but you did mess up a lot back there. Maybe when I get you sat on my cock, your public speaking will improve.”

[invinciblewaffles]

So I have an idea for a Dick Grayson x spider!girl!reader series.

Its like an enemies to lovers where its set in young justice but its my own storyline. So Nightwing is always criticising her and other shit and so they both hate each other. They both go to Gotham Academy and he knows her secret identity but she doesn't know his, because at the time Batman told him not to tell anyone. Anyway so Dick's always teasing her and just being annoying and she always snaps back and so on.

And at some point she gets sucked into Miles Morales's universe along with the other spider people in that movie, but that bit will be quite brief.

But when she gets sucked in Nightwing/Dick goes a bit crazy looking for her.

And after many soft moments after missions on rooftops and multiple times of Nightwing getting mad at her for being reckless, they have an angry confession in the rain which goes something like,

"Why do you even care?!"

"Because I fucking love you!"

And so they start secretly dating, so the team doesn't know, but the problem is he still hasn't told her his secret identity.

So during the day he's annoying Dick Grayson with that stupid smirk and she acts like she hates him, but at night she's sneaking out onto to the rooftop only for Nightwing to kiss her and grip her hips like she's going to disappear. And when the truth finally comes out...

Idk if that made sense or not, but tell me if you think I should write this as a series please!!

Edit: So I started writing chapter 1, but hated it so I might scrap it and start over, but like probably later when I'm in my Dick Grayson phase again. Sorry!

[bia-wayne-west]

The worst part of being bilingual is that you read something and your mind thinks it was in a certain language, then you spend hours looking for that imagine and only later discover that it was in another language.

[ct-cactus]

Superboy AU where the suit is actually a part of Kon. (TW/CW for brief mention of self harm near the end, marked with three ***)

He doesn’t notice it when he’s still in CADMUS, where he’s in a state that’s not really conscious but too alert to labeled asleep- a dissociative in between. He hears the scientists talking, hears the mention of “the suit responds as expected” or “how does he react to this…”

He can’t focus on it when after weeks of experiments and tests and “Look here, Project 13” he’s being rescued (what was there to be rescued from, what’s going on-)

But when things calm down, and he’s brought to the Watchtower’s medbay and someone goes to remove the suit so they can perform a checkup, he flinches away because that hurt*.

All too suddenly he’s aware of being able to feel the suit. It doesn’t feel like a coat, doesn’t feel like a blanket, it feels like him.

He becomes aware of how it aches, how he can feel the AC on him even though he should be covered.

A quick examination just confirms it: his suit is like a second skin.

It’s full of nerves, veins, even a few thin layers of muscle. There’s no bone, but it’s too soft and flexible to be cartilage. It seems weaker than the rest of him, somehow, old bruises able to be seen if you’re looking for them.

***When he’s left alone for the night, legs still strapped to the medical bed because (he’s dangerous and untrustworthy and was made by Luthor) he thrashed around in a panic earlier, he finds a scalpel left on a try at his bedside and runs it across his chest (hard, because even though he’s not Superman he’s damn well close).

He doesn’t know if he cries when blood rises and trails after the scalpel.

He doesn’t know how he feels when weeks later, there’s still a faint scar.

*I’m not 100% sure how it works in the comics, but to me just because you’re near indestructible/invulnerable, that doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain. I’m sure there’d be a higher tolerance to it, but considering Kon would only be a few weeks old/out of the tube at this point, he hasn’t built up that resistance yet.

Also I am well aware that a scalpel would not work on Kon, let alone Clark, but maybe it’s a kryptonite infused scalpel for emergencies.

[imheretoreadafic]

The team is messing around, and somehow, Cassie got her hands on a picture of baby Garfield, and that spiraled into every showing off their dumb baby pictures. Well, everyone but Kon and Bart, who were never babies. Kon and Bart who didn't really have "first words" in the traditional sense. Kon and Bart, who have no pictures of onesies or costumes or faces covered in cake. Kon and Bart, whose childhood was spent in a lab.

[awhitehead17]

Tumblr Collection AO3

Hi everyone, just a little reminder that I am very slowly uploading most of my Tumblr stories onto AO3 under one title.

All of these stories are either, TimKon or some variation of the Batfam, along with cameos of other characters, and it also includes AU's.

Each chapter is labelled with the main characters so you can pick and choose what you want to read.

Enjoy reading! :D

[invincibledc]

“Friendship bracelets”

Platonic!Dick x Tamaranean! Male reader x Wally

Genre: Drabble

Tamaranean!male reader not noticing he is being stared at by a certain speedster and boy wonder. “So..dude how are we gonna surprise him?” Wally says looking at dick. “Well, since he trained with Batman for purposes of living in earth. I say we play it cool…” dick pulls up friendship bracelets. “Think he’ll like them?” The black haired boy says at the red head. “Dude of course! He loves anything anyone gives him. I gave him like a shirt I didn’t want and he literally wore it like a trophy.” Wally smiles with a soft look at the memory. Dick smiles at that, “then it’s a go!”

dick and Wally moved over to the alien boy who floated upside down. His fiery hair of orange, pinkish, and red colors with fire trails were memorizing. So memorizing that dick had elbow Wally to get him to focus. “Hey Fire!” Dick’s voice made the Tamaranean male smile. “Robin!” Reader smiles and even smiled wider seeing Wally. “Wally!” Reader floats towards the red headed boy, giving him a soft kiss to his forehead.

Wally slumped against the touch of the alien’s hands against his cheek. “What do I owe you two?” Reader says, dick smiles while Wally is still in Lala land. “We made these, friendship bracelets.” Reader gasps shocked as dick puts one on the Tamaranean male. “This is so heartwarming.” Reader says smiling. “I shall cherish this forever!” Reader goes off flying excited. Wally waves bye to the alien male, dick looks at his best friend. “Dude you can stop waving now. He’s gone.” Wally stopped his trance and dropped his hand. “Oh!…oh…” Dick punched Wally’s shoulder. “Wally ask him out already. The team and I are tired of your googly eyes at him.”

[fbfh]

I’m actually going insane in the membrane right now. I am about to crash the fuck out red dye 40 style. I’m rewatching Misfits because it’s been too fucking long (and I got part way through season 2 last time before I stopped) and I CANNOT stop the feral instincts that arise in me whenever Nathan Motherfucking Young is on screen. Spoilers for the first 15 minutes of the pilot but not really because it’s literally the FIRST 15 minutes of the PILOT. If anything this should convince you to watch it. 

I cannot get over how HORRIBLY this poor poor boy is treated. “But op he’s an asshole! He’s a douchebag! He’s a jerk and a pervert and he’s always making gross jokes-” YES I FUCKING KNOW. AND I LITERALLY DON’T EVEN CARRRRRREUH. I don’t care if Nathan Young murdered his entire family he is like a SON to me. This is how I feel every fucking time he’s on screen. 

That’s it that’s the post.

No but seriously the fact that he’s already doing shitty ass community service, gets STRUCK BY LIGHTNING ON HIS FIRST DAY, then gets home and finds out his fucking wet paper towel of a mother CHANGED THE LOCKS ON HIM AND KICKED HIM OUT so she could “give her relationship with her boyfriend a chance”??????? “I’ll call you in a few days”????????? FUCK YOU BITCH. FUCK YOU AND A MOTHERFUCKING HALF. I DO NOT CARE IF HE’S A LITERAL SERIAL KILLER OR IF HE INVENTED ITCHY SEAMS IN CLOTHING OR IS THE REASON BUGS KEEP GETTING INTO MY ROOM AND GIVING ME PANIC ATTACKS, NOTHING FUCKING WARRANTS THAT.

I could go into heavy detail about how hard he’d lean into it if you start suddenly defending him like Leslie Knope defending Ann Perkins, how he’d play it up and go running to you biting back a laugh and pouting while he throws you puppy dog eyes because he KNOWS you’ll take his side even when he’s obviously wrong, and how all that is actually deeply masking and trying to cope with and trying to make sense of the fact that you keep defending him on purpose and on principal and even when you know he’s obviously wrong. I COULD get really angsty and gut wrenching about how fucking afraid of you he actually is, but realizes he’s EQUALLY AFRAID of you not being around him too, so he’s stuck in this horrible, confusing, I have c-ptsd from really severe emotional neglect as a child limbo of I am absolutely desperate to hold onto you but also freaking the fuck out because I keep trying to push you away and you won’t go away but now I don’t even know if I want you to. Sure nothing anyone says ever has any effect on him, never bothers him or gets under his skin. But it’s not what you’re saying that’s fucking him up like this. It’s what you’re doing.

bonus: me every FUCKING time I see Nathan because I have a physical reaction that I can't hug and bite him though a screen

[hanasnx]

honestly, every time you write for dc characters, it gives me life cause it feels like a dying art form on this site now 😭 anyways, i saw your new event so what about wally x wayne!reader, like “enemies to lovers-esque” they’ve been bickering since they were kids but now that they’re older somethings had to give after a particularly intense mission?

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event! — request DC characters.

“Ugh! I don’t get why you don’t just listen! If you’d just trusted me—“ you begin, gesturing wildly with your hands despite no one being around. The comm in your ear sputters to life as your opponent is quick to rebuttal.

WALLY WEST doesn’t ever see your side of things, or refuses to just to get on your nerves. “Oh, I’m sorry. Last I checked, Major Bossy hadn’t been promoted to Team Leader.” You could hear the roll of his eyes in his voice as you pull the frame off the vent.

Instead of wasting your energy with clever response, you revert to immature tactics—the only strategy he lowers himself to. “If I’m Major Bossy, you’re definitely not Lieutenant Ass-Kisser.” you argue, ending the comment with a grunt as you slide your body weight into the narrow hall of the vent.

“Oh-ho-ho, didn’t know the weather report called for sarcasm—“ Predictably, Wally meets you where you’re at but now you can’t leave it alone. Your fingers press into the piece in your ear to make sure he hears you transparently.

“‘Weather report?’” you parrot incredulously, spitting your words, “you- are such- a cornball—!”

“Keep the comms clear!” the warning voice of the actual Team Leader, Nightwing, silences you both. Until you hear Wally’s stuttering protests, intent to keep bickering with you. “We don’t have Miss Martian, and you two idiots are wasting air time with this bullshit. Cut the chatter. Nightwing out.”

You press your lips together. As you dissolve into a snicker, you hear Wally mirror you on the other line.

“Do you ever shut up?” Wally speaks against your mouth, bare sweaty bodies sticking together.

“Do something to render me speechless, then.” you challenge, a curl teasing the corner of your lips as your arms wrap loosely around his neck. He lifts himself to hover above you, the leather band around his neck dangling a silver pendant over your chest. Your two heads bow to meet the sight between you, his dick slicked with pre-cum and spit settled nicely in your slit. The thick shaft makes a home in your folds, while the lip of his bulbous mushroom-shaped tip catches on your clit every time he ebbs and flows his hips. Lazily, he demonstrates it, the mix of fluids lubing up the rod to stroke up and down your sore sex. He’s hefty, a lot more than you gave him credit for, a heavy cock sprouting from wild dark red curls.

“You didn’t even shave.” you comment, hiding your obvious interest with a thin veil. He can still hear the waver in your voice, can see how you roll your puffy bottom lip through your teeth.

“You think I planned this?” He meets your eyes with his brow pricked. “Thought you hated my guts.”

You peer to the side innocently with the minutest of shrugs. “Or maybe I just wanted you to fuck them.”

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

Yandere young Justice x villain reader

The night was alive with tension, shadows dancing in the flickering glow of streetlights, as Young Justice faced you once more. You were the storm they could never predict, the haunting melody that lingered long after the music stopped. Their nemesis since the team’s inception, you had become something far more dangerous—a fixation, a flaw in the armor of their resolve.

“Give it up,” Robin growled, his staff twirling with precision. He stood at the center of the team, their ever-stoic leader, though his sharp eyes betrayed a storm brewing beneath the surface. “We end this tonight.”

Your laugh spilled into the air like silk, smooth and dangerous. “End it?” you echoed, stepping forward with a lazy grace. “My dear, we’ve barely begun.”

Every word dripped with a taunting charm, a velvet dagger aimed straight at their hearts. Robin’s jaw tightened, his composure threatening to crack. You weren’t just an enemy. You were his enemy—the one he couldn’t quite unravel, couldn’t quite forget.

Superboy lunged, his movements raw and forceful, like a hurricane desperate to prove its strength. “Stop talking,” he snapped, his fists swinging with earth-shattering power.

But you sidestepped him with a predator’s ease, your fingertips grazing his arm as you passed. “Oh, Kon,” you purred, your voice as sweet as it was venomous. “So quick to anger. What’s the matter? Afraid of how much you want me to keep talking?”

The growl that tore from his throat was animalistic, but it didn’t mask the flush creeping up his neck.

Above, Miss Martian hovered, her hands glowing with psychic energy, her voice soft and imploring. “You don’t have to do this,” she said, her words brushing against your mind like a fragile promise. “There’s still good in you. I can feel it.”

You turned your gaze upward, your eyes catching hers with a look that felt like a snare. “Feel it, do you?” you asked, your voice lilting like a melody that didn’t belong in the battlefield. “Or is that just wishful thinking, Megan? Tell me—” you stepped closer, your tone softening to a whisper that somehow felt louder than the chaos around you—“do you want to save me, or do you just want me?”

Her power faltered, her focus breaking as she stumbled back to the ground.

“You’re insufferable,” Artemis hissed, her bowstring taut as she loosed an arrow aimed directly at you.

You caught the movement out of the corner of your eye and dodged, the arrow slicing through the air where you had just been. “Ah, Artemis,” you said with a sly grin. “Always so sharp. But tell me, is it hatred I see in those eyes... or something else entirely?”

She fired another arrow in response, her hands trembling even as her aim stayed true.

Kid Flash zipped around you, a blur of speed and frustration. “Why don’t you ever shut up?” he asked, though his words lacked their usual bite.

You chuckled, spinning just in time to trip him with a precise kick. He tumbled to the ground, groaning as you crouched beside him. “Oh, Wally,” you murmured, your voice low and warm. “If I stopped, you’d miss me too much.”

He didn’t respond, his face red as he scrambled to his feet, but the way his gaze lingered on you for a heartbeat too long said enough.

“Enough!” Aqualad’s voice rang out, his water-bearers crackling with energy. He stepped forward, the anchor of their team, his every movement deliberate. “This ends now.”

You tilted your head, your smirk softening into something almost wistful. “You always think you’re in control, don’t you, Kaldur?” you said, your voice quieter now, almost tender. “But tell me—what do you do when the tides turn against you?”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t respond, his silence betraying the weight of your words.

The battle raged on, but it was clear you weren’t just fighting them—you were unmaking them. Every word, every taunt, was a thread pulled loose from the fabric of their unity.

“You’re all so predictable,” you said as you danced through their attacks, your movements like liquid poetry. “So desperate to catch me. But tell me—” you paused, your gaze sweeping over them, a glint of mischief in your eyes—“do you want justice? Or do you just want me?”

The silence that followed was deafening, your words cutting deeper than any blade.

Robin stepped forward, his shoulders tense, his voice low and dangerous. “We’re going to stop you,” he said, though his words sounded more like a promise to himself than to you.

You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, your voice dropping to a whisper meant only for him. “Oh, little bird,” you murmured, your smirk curling into something sharper. “You’ve already lost. The moment you let me in, you lost.”

For a moment, neither of you moved, the world around you blurring into nothingness. Then, with a final glance at the team, you stepped back into the shadows, your voice carrying through the stillness like a haunting melody.

“Until next time, my darlings. Don’t miss me too much.”

And just like that, you were gone.

The team stood in the aftermath, battered and breathless, their thoughts filled not with the fight but with you. You were their nemesis, their obsession, the fault line that fractured them.

And in the silence that followed, they all thought the same thing:

They hated you.

They wanted you.

And they would destroy anyone who tried to take you from them.

(A/n: hey send request 😿)

[theangelcatalogue]

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❝ My perfect Talia, I lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood. ❞

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[laysean87]

Vigilant Hearts – A Batman and Zatanna Collection

Notes A series of YJ drabbles featuring the Dark Knight and the Mistress of Magic.

Something of a dress rehearsal – if you want to look at it that way – for a story I had in mind involving these two. Which has been put on hold for the time being.

Disclaimer The usual. Don't own anything but the story.

Here's the link on Fanfiction.net:

...and the link on my AO3 account: