#one day i will crack and write about conner

[strom-in-the-sky]

Love yourself ~♡

Warnings. No y/n mentioned ( dazai nickname for women bella/ belladonna) , female body mentioned. Oral.(female receiving). Frist time writing smut and by someone who never had sex before so might in incarnate to irl sex. :3 body shaming on user part. Bondage.

You're all beautiful no matter what ♡

In honor of being a single mf for valentines this year again~♡

NSFW below the cut.

Dazai was a loving boyfriend well when he wanted. He always was like a hard puzzle, but one thing this man loved you in every shape and form, chubby? He doesn't give a hell. Have stretch marks. Hello? More places he can kiss and worship your skin and know about more places than anyone can. Cold hands? More cuddles and closeness for him. Every time you tried to say something was "wrong" with your body, he always had something to say. In general, dazai was a love sick fool for you. ♡

"God...why... I just...ew." You mumbled to yourself as you started into the mirror. Fully body small mirror. Picking on the spots you hated or had more skin than your liking. Not knowing your beloved boyfriend was home as listening from the crack in the bedroom door. His hair covered his eyes as he listened. How come you didn't see it from his eyes? You were so lovely. Your smile made his days better. The way you look at him makes his breath catch in his throat no matter how much he looks at you. He was a sucker for it all and someone who loved him from all his flaws and wrongs? Wasn't it only right before I made it back in tenfold? He waited a bit more to hear every single word until he and enough pushing the door open with a smile that did reach his eyes. "My bella~ I'm home early~ or should I skip now, tell me what you were just saying to yourself. And don't lie to me, bella~ " he sweetly spoke, his voice holding a different note as he backed you into a conner in the room. "You're going to repeat every single word, and I tell you otherwise." His voice turned more husky as he smirk at you.

This is how you ended up back first onto the shared bed. Arms tied up behind you back with his so lovely bandages from around his arms, completely naked. He used the wraps from his arms to keep your hands in place behind your back and strong lean hands keeping your legs apart as he went to town on your sweet little cunt. Long licks, short. Some to you pearl as he looked up at you. He was smirking like the cocky bastard he was as he pulled away again. He been denying you of a sweet release he knew how to make your words stubble to make him stop as well. "Oh, come on, bella? Is that the loudest you can be? You're much louder than this. Come on, let me hear you didn't have no shame saying those words before" legs and places you said you didn't like were covered in small love bites and kisses before.

"Your not cumming till I feel like your deserve it. Forgetting those words you said, my sweet belladonna~ and just mabye I let you cum."

Proof read- nu uh.

[cabinofimagines]

Holi-day two; Dear Mr. Claus,

Day two of our holidays! Mind you, Santa is mentioned in here so it is not as neutral as it possibly could be :)

Pairing: PLATONIC Lester, Lityerses, Meg, Will and Nico x gn!reader Warnings: None! Word count: ~800

- Asnyox

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In the end, to surprise of most of the campers, the Hermes cabin won! The managed to get an impressive number of light-up statues standing, and somehow, they got permission from the dryads to carefully decorate the entire woods. Besides earning bragging rights and a break from camp duties, they were also allowed to pick the next days holiday activity, within reason of course.

Right before lunch, Lester arrived at camp together with Lityerses and Meg. You had been aware that he wanted to visit, however you hadn’t known when. So, when he pulled you towards the Apollo cabin table during lunch you weakly tried to complain.

“I promised Hazel that-“ “Nope, we are here now, Hazel can wait.” Apollo smiled, as he forced you to sit down.

So, as you sat between Lester and Kayla during lunch, Connor stepped forward to announce today’s activity.

“Dear gentle people, we as humble winners of the cabin decorating competition,” both loud booing and applause were heard from the audience, “After an intense debate, the Hermes cabin decided the recognize one of our members tremendous efforts in getting us this win. Everyone, give it up for Klaus!”

This time there was no booing as people applauded. The elf eared individual waved awkwardly with as he smiled at the praise.

“Now, this is why Klaus has come up with the next activity,” Connor continued when the applause died down, “Which will be, drums please…” Connor paused, as you could here the Hermes cabin drumming on their table, “Writing letters to Santa!”

As the campers around you made loud sounds of confusion, one voice across from you stood out the most, as Lityerses asked to no one in particular.

“Who is Santa?”

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After a while, the writing utensils were distributed to each table. Nico had sat down next to Will after Conner’s speech, and Meg moved away from the Demeter table in order to join Lester in this endeavour. You might think that it was to have fun together, however she more so seemed delighted at Apollo’s suffering.

“Why are we even writing these letters? Santa isn’t real.” Lester grumbled and you gasped. “You can’t say that in front of the children!” You hit Lester on his head, and he let out a small ow. Meg rolled her eyes at your comment, as she was the youngest, yet knew that Santa did not exist.

“Wait,” Nico looked up from his writing, “Santa doesn’t exist?” If your eyes weren’t betraying you, you could see some hurt on Nico’s face, hidden behind the indifference that he normally wore.

“You didn’t know?” Apollo gapes at Nico. Nico shrugged, looking down to continue his letter. “I found out about his existence mere weeks before finding out that the gods are real,” Nico explained, “It only made sense that the guy is real then, right? I mean, someone here never corrected me.” Venom was in Nico’s tone. Will carefully rubbed Nico’s back.

“I’m sorry sunshine,” Will apologized, “You seemed so excited about Santa.” Nico simply grunted in response, still vigorously working on his letter, trying to ignore the disappointment that he felt.

“Why wouldn’t he be excited anymore?” Klaus popped up behind you. You could see Percy’s head perk up from the table next to yours, only noticing because he quickly turned around and stared intensely at Klaus, who now had put a hand on your shoulder. Lityerses, who had barely written down anything, nor had spoken after his prior question, broke his silence.

“Lester said Santa isn’t real, Nico didn’t know, and no one explained who Santa is to me.” Lityerses’ face was full of confusion, “Please, do I write this letter or not? What does this guy even do? Why does he care about me?” his voice cracked a little at the end of the sentence.

“Oh, dear Lityerses, Santa is a jolly person who gifts presents to those who have been kind during the year! Do write the letters, I love reading letters-“ Klaus coughed, “and Santa surely loves to do so too!”

Klaus stepped away from you, and walked towards Apollo, putting both his hands on Apollo’s shoulders, and positioning his face next to Apollo’s ear.

“And Lester, dear, lying is not a kind thing to do,” you saw Lester gulp as Klaus spoke softly, “so you better make up with a kind act or who knows what Santa might do.” Apollo quickly nodded in response; Klaus smiled.

“Great! Be sure to finish your letters before dinner!” he jollily walked away. You laughed at the horrified face Lester was making, and as you once again looked at Percy, he seemed to be having the same scared expression.

[thevindicativevordan]

Year in Review: 2023

Happy 85th to the Champion of the Oppressed! Big year for him in every medium. Let's take stock as we bid farewell to 2023.

Comics

First off the biggest Superman comic event was the launch of the new Superman ongoing by Williamson and Campbell. Williamson surprised me by turning in what is easily his best work at DC here. Drawing on a wide range of Superman stories, but mainly inspired by the DCAU animated series, Williamson has turned in the successor series to the excellent Mark Millar Superman Adventures run. If like me you've craving some peak Livewire content, to see Jimmy Olsen hook up with Silver Banshee, or just what the hell it looks like when Clark and Lex try to work together, this run delivers that in spades. Campbell is a fantastic artist who is a key factor in the run's success, which is why it's a bummer that he still has yet to return to interiors. Perhaps next year. Praying Williamson manages to finally turn in a good event with House of Brainiac, because all the build up has gotten me excited in spite of Williamson's previous failures with Dark Crisis and Knight Terrors.

Across the street we had PKJ and Sandoval on Action Comics, which despite being billed as a team book, really is just a Superman book that had the Superfamily in it. Metallo finally got cracked for me as a character here, even though I was disappointed the true final boss of his arc turned out to be Hank Henshaw. Sadly this turned out to be PKJ's last year on the book, finishing his run in Dec and handing it off to a rotating team of "Superstars" next year. Consolation prize is that PKJ says he will be writing Superman in whatever else he has in development, and he's teased more is coming with the future House of El characters he created. Likely means he will be taking over JL, and if he makes that a stealth Superman book which follows up on Action plot threads the way Hickman Avengers ended up being a story about Reed Richards, I'm all aboard.

For the other Superfamily members we got more content that we've had in ages. Conner's mini was a fun DBZ inspired series about the Boy of Steel kicking ass in outer space and figuring out what he wants from life. Supergirl got a neat Special from Tamaki in the vein of King's Woman of Tomorrow, and an excellent team up issue with Martian Manhunter vs. Doomsday by Watters and Barrows. Power Girl had a series of great backups in Action by Leah Williams and Sauvage and then a much more mixed-ly received ongoing series. Despite being his freshman comics assignment, Dorn turned in a solid Steelworks mini that continued the Steel/Lana romance that Pak set up after Bendis seemed to backtrack from it. Yang even came back to write a backup for Kenan that made me want to see Yang take over Action from PKJ on a permanent basis. Jon continues to flounder under Taylor's pen, with the awful Adventures of Superman mini cementing that Jon as a character is basically unsalvageable.

Last for the mainline we have Waid and Mora still on World's Finest. Waid had the opposite trajectory as PKJ, staring the year weakly with a frankly boring Amazo arc. His second arc of the year turned out to be the weakest take on Superman and Batman's first meeting I've ever read, with Waid's Silver Age fanboyism and refusal to have the two be at odds resulting in tepid interactions against an underwhelming villain in Jax-Ur. Despite that, Waid managed to assuage fears he was washed with a return to Kingdom Come arc that follows up on what happened to Boy Thunder. World's Finest managed to end the year as one of the strongest books in DC's lineup. Mora of course managed to compensate for Waid's fall off in writing with peak art and action at all times.

Elseworlds wise we had the first issue of the fantastic Last Days of Lex Luthor by Waid and Hitch, Cantwell and Rodriguez writing a solid Superman three parter in The Brave & The Bold anthology, Russel managing to overcome my butthurt over Batman eating up far too many pages in Space Age, and Priest writing Superman undergoing a cosmic odyssey in Lost. Sadly Venditti's follow up mini to his sleeper hit in Superman '78 has thus far been underwhelming, so not everything has been a banger.

Obviously one of the biggest surprise announcements was the return of Joe Casey to DC, and the Superman corner specifically with a Zod book. Pitching it as his effort to make Zod into Superman's Dr. Doom, and intended as a direct violent opposite to his run making Superman a pacifist, this announcement has my attention and interest. Perhaps we may finally be on the verge of Zod getting his due in the comics. Tomasi meanwhile is doing a Sinister Sons mini that features Lor paired with the son of Sinestro, which might be connected to this is some way.

Media

The first Superman cartoon since the 90s in My Adventures With Superman turned out to be an utter delight. Strong performances from the main trio of Clark, Lois, and Jimmy make this show the best take on all three, and the rest of the Daily Planet crew have never been better than they have been here. Weak approaches to Superman's Rogues was balanced out by three all time takes on General Sam Lane, Mxy, and Parasite. Cannot wait for S2 and thus far the reception seems to have been positive (overreaction to Lois aside), offering the hope that more seasons may be ordered. The other animated Superman and Supergirl of the Tomorrowverse had a solid showing in the Legion of Superheroes movie, but Justice League Warworld turned out to be an overambitious mess. Next year we will be getting a CoIE trilogy that seems poised to kill off the nascent Tomorrowverse, which was met with shrugs of indifference.

S3 of Superman & Lois managed to be a step up from the previous season thanks to the excellent performance of the actor playing Bruno Mannheim, the villain of the season. Hoechlin, Tulloch, and Parks continued to shine, and the show managed to beat the odds and be renewed for one final season to wrap things up before Gunn debuts the next film Superman. New actor for Jon also managed to be quite good, and Jordan seems to have realized what a shit he was being. rooting for this show to land the plane because it was enjoyable despite it's many shortcomings.

On the film side we officially got a new Superman and Lois in David Corenswet and Rachel Brosnahan, with Nicholas Hoult playing Lex Luthor, for James Gunn's Superman: Legacy. Holding out hope for one other Superman Rogue to be added to this, either Lobo played by Momoa or Brainiac. All of the casting thus far has been on point and it's certainly paints a picture of either ambition or hubris on Gunn's part to cast so many heroes. Otherwise the script for the Supergirl movie has been written already, hinting that Supergirl might be next up after Superman for release. Sasha Calle will apparently not be reprising her role, no surprise considering The Flash turned out to be one of the biggest bombs ever despite blatant nostalgia bait with CGI ghosts of previous actors including Cage, Reeves, and Reeve.

On the video game side everything remains awful, but that's just the default for Superman alas.

Not a bad year honestly. Wish we got news a Superman video game was in dev or got a renewal announcement for MAWS, but otherwise I'm optimistic about the state of Superman outside of comics for the first time in ages. Inside comics I continue to mostly enjoy the Superman books, excited to find out if PKJ is getting JL, but am concerned this Superstars initiative for Action is going to be dismissed as filler.

We've got Aaron/Timms, Williamson/Sandoval, Waid/Henry, and one last mystery team next year, and I want to throw Tom King's hat into the ring as the guy to take over Action. He wants to write a Superman ongoing, he's pals with Gunn, he's ignited excitement and interest in WW again amongst the general audience for the first time since Rucka, and he'd be a good balance to Williamson in terms of tone and content. If not him then Ram V (who recently expressed interest in doing Superman with Doc Shaner), or Gene Yang would also be excellent choices.

[ivy-and-ivory]

Hi! For WIP game, all of them seem super intriguing! And although I'm curious about the Hamlet crack 😅 I'm going to ask about hyacinth because I love flowers!

Thanks for the ask! And I’m more than happy to talk about them both 😄

So the story behind Hyacinth is that when I was writing Tim’s chapter for BtPO, I came up with a hyacinth-related metaphor to describe him that I really liked… but I only wrote it in my notes app and forgot to add it to the fic doc. A few weeks after I posted the chapter, I remembered it and realized I’d never incorporated it into the fic 💀. BtPO was finished at that point but I still really liked the metaphor, so I started thinking of how else I could use it and Hyacinth was born.

Basically it would be a Tim&Kon centric character/relationship study, and possibly also a TimKon get together, bc at this point my single metaphor has spiraled completely out of my control. Length-wise I’m predicting a longer oneshot. The fic would start with Conner accidentally injuring Tim somehow, either in a training accident or in battle or just some mundane activity, and would deal with Conner’s resulting guilt.

This is coming from the Greek mythology around Hyacinths - there’s different versions but basically Hyacinth was a human and one of Apollo’s lovers, until one day Apollo accidentally injured him while playing a game (killed him, really, but that’s not where I want to go with this fic XD). In his grief, Apollo creates Hyacinth flowers to remember him. This myth has nothing to do with my initial metaphor, but if I’m writing a fic called Hyacinth I’m going ham, and I think Apollo being the sun god fits so well for Conner. It’s also an entryway to explore Connor’s complicated relationship with his own existence and Kryptonian nature. And finally it gives me an excuse to use the Tim hyacinth metaphor I came up with over a year ago XD

I don’t have a plot yet because I never do, but honestly I don’t think this will be a plot-heavy fic anyway - just a lot of angsty introspection and trying to cope with one’s origin story.

The Hamlet fic requires a lot less elaboration - I think I came up with it very late at night while sleep deprived because it’s a bit chaotic. Basically Jason comes back from the dead and pulls a Hamlet - or rather a Hamlet’s dad. He appears to Bruce as a ‘ghost’ and tries to convince him to kill the Joker. It’s labeled crack(?) because if I wrote it I’d either have to take it way too seriously and it would be the most depressing shit I’ve ever written, or just lean into the absurdity and make it a crackfic. Probably I will just never write it XD

[cannibalisticcorpse]

5, 15, 33 for the ask game!!

fic writer ask game

5. Share one of your strengths

~ i've been told im good at second hand embarrassment, writing dialogue in character, and balancing romance with horror. i really feel like im good at writing breaking points

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

~ okay the actual answer is probably maple syrup bc it's my longest and the one im most proud of. personally i would love to see the livestream fic as a movie. i also think two moons would work really good as a tv show with like episodes. my funny answer is conner's dad

33. How do you feel about crack?

~ oh i love it. it used to be all that i wrote. i write the occasional crack fic these days still but it's typically like a funny prompt or an unlikely pairing. crack is best when it's done genuinely and made with love. like when it's bad on purpose it's just... bad. but when someone loves the art then it's soo good. i love funny stuff like that.

[dreambook06]

Dream from: October 21, 2017

end of my dream 2 days ago i was too lazy to write down / didnt deem it worthy , and now forgot until i just now remembered a part - scary stuff idk , i forgot the things but then there was a clown guy and it was john wayne gacey or whatever but half or all of his face was caved in like that one dog video and it was really scary bug no one was phased then i ran out the house to the neighborhood whcih is reminiscent of old old dream neighborhood layouts… down down the long sidewalk way across a street/…. suburbia lots of grass flat lawn… big houses…. then there was like crazy gunfire and stuff like a warzone and the school was in that direction, people running, mass hysteria, police? fire? then i heard gun shots near me to the right and peddling down the sidewalk was a shooter and he was picking out people and shooting them in the face if they bullied him or something wtf i like half knew this was a dream at this point , it was the end of the dream , i was coming out of it.. he shot someone standing on the lawn next to the one i was running across.t then he got to me and asked me something and i didn’t hear a word he said for some reason “do you….” and i didn’t respond idk then he just left me there bc i didnt bully him / i was nice to him but it was so scary and irl my heart went super fast or did i just imagine that? i felt it though. my heart. and i saw his face and it was like a weird mix of conner g and umm that one guy who is friends w/ peyton. idk wth. then he biked away from me but turned and peddled back like he changed his mind and then shot me ??? and i woke up…. idk idreally care about this dream so whatever. i dont care about it. .. but also reminds me of that weird freaking alternate reality dream w so much indescribable ness… unreal school many stories high, weird mechanical ceilings and walls … panels… the space between floors- holes iin floors… then there was a school shooter and it was wyatt h and some other few boys it was so weird bc it was like WTF? not in their personality at all it was a huge shock.. it was hours and hours long it lasted… the running, hiding, as they searched the building it was crazy and felt real and my heart pounding and  i remember seeing people real people shot right near me and hearing their pleads etc. like courtney j, brian r hid in the floor board / floor crack w/ me and like 15 other people too… for hours… anticipating being found and killed any second… it was so scary.. probably columbine esque…– bc i probably watched something about that the day before the dresm idk… i think this was like 2015 or maybe 2016. so idc idk….. meh idk idk

[caffeinatedtimdrake]

Hello! I really love your writing! If it's not too much to ask could you write 46 for Tim please? Congratulations on 200!! 😊

sorry this is so late! hope you like it! 1.6k of high school!Tim x reader ft. Conner and Cass. 

46. “I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.”

“I hate this.” 

“No, you hate that Tim is being a flagrantly social butterfly and you’re stuck in this corner with social anxiety and Cass’s blindingly glittery purse.” Conner states, stabbing the slab of steak with a fork and a knowing look. 

Your mouth twitches unhappily. “Yeah. I hate these shoes, too.” 

“My purse isn’t all that bad, okay? There are so many little pockets. I have pepper spray, a mini sewing kit, a nail file, lip gloss – “ 

“Do you have duct tape, too? 

Cass is silent for a moment. “I will end you.” 

Conner leans back in his seat and groans. “Please. Before prom night ends me first.”

You resonate with Conner’s sentiment.

When the group of you had all expressed to your parental figures on separate occasions that you had absolutely no desire to spend several hours in uncomfortably formal clothes socializing with your peers, you’d received a scolding about only living once and enjoying your youth. Tim, ever the connoisseur of charming people, quietly told you, Cass, and Con that he wouldn’t mind going to prom. He supported the argument of your authority figures and specifically cornered you in a room with sweet kisses and even sweeter words until you melted like ice beneath the summer sun and agreed to be his prom date. 

So that’s how you ended up here, at the corner table on the dance floor of some snazzy yacht right off the harbor, sulking and snacking on annoyingly appetizing crab cakes while Tim Drake waltzed around Gotham academy’s prom like the practiced diplomat he is. 

“We could still always leave, you know.” Conner chirps, waving a breadstick around. 

The option is tempting, but you know you can’t ditch Tim. He seems to genuinely enjoy chattering with other students and faculty of Gotham Academy. It doesn’t bother you much that he’s not over here talking to you – the environment has you anxious and grouchy, you can’t imagine you’d be pleasant company at the moment anyway. There’s a quiet smile on his face as he talks to his favorite teacher and this enough for you to feel content. He hadn’t had the most conventional youth and, during one special midnight patrol, Tim admitted that there were certain milestones he worried reaching, certain events he didn’t want to miss. He lived in a world of inescapable peril and unwavering courage: he wanted to go to his senior year prom because he didn’t know if he might spend the rest of his life regretting it if he didn’t. You look at him now, shining like the Earth had robbed a star from the very sky, and if he was enjoying himself, you could bear another hour or two on this damn boat. 

It’s nearing midnight when you and Cass have to lug Conner to the edge of the yacht so he can puke up the expensive dinner over the railing. 

“This is…less than ideal.” Cass mutters. 

“This fucking sucks.” Conner moans as you offer him a napkin. 

“You can’t shame the purse now because I shoved so many mints in here and you’re gonna be shoving so many into your mouth after you stop vomiting.” 

While other students were vomiting because someone had inevitably spiked the punch, Conner had consumed one too many pieces of steak and notified you and Cass of his seasick tendencies when it was already too late. 

“Didn’t think Superboy could get seasick.” 

“Kryptonite isn’t my only kryptonite I guess – oh god, here we go again,” 

You rub his back soothingly. 

When Conner finally stabilizes and manages to keep a few sips of lemon lime pop in his stomach, Cass asks if she should take him home. 

He looks around, clear blue eyes vigilant. “Honestly, I’m good to fly us all out of here.” 

“You only stopped projectile vomiting a few minutes ago. I am not flying over a body of water or a busy city with you.” 

Conner scowls. “You never wanna fly with me, period.”

Cass shrugs, pretty blonde tendrils framing her face. “That’s not completely inaccurate.” 

“Maybe I can go find Tim and we can all leave. If I can leave you two alone without one ending up dangling over the railing. 

Conner grins, white teeth glinting. “No promises, Y/N.” 

You find Tim near the dessert table and away from the gaggle of people on the dance floor, studying a chocolate chip cookie intensely, brow knit pensively, and mouth puckered into a slight pout. 

“What’d the cookie ever do to you?” 

He startles, dropping the baked good and straightening his posture, blinking at your rapidly. 

“O-oh. Um, it wasn’t made by Alfred. Which is an unacceptable travesty. Right?” 

You raise your eyebrows at his flustered expression, a pink tint brushed across his cheeks and the tip of his nose. “Right.”

“Where are the other two?” 

“One is recovering from a puke fest and the second is shoving mints into the first’s mouth probably.” 

He blanches. “Oh dear.” 

You nod. “Indeed.” 

“What brings lucky number three up here?” He seems unable to fight the coquettish grin that tugs at his lips. 

You shrug, inching closer and blushing. “Hoping to get lucky and find you.”

His smile is warm and boyish now, the one that makes you knees wobble and your heart race. Tim’s startlingly handsome, dark hair slicked back and moonlight caressing the elegant angles of his face. There’s always mirth and affection when he looks at you, whether you’re dressed to the nines or in mangy pajamas, and it makes your toes curl in your awfully uncomfortable shoes.  

“Lucky you, you found me.” He murmured.

You lean closer to him, voice soft above the music. “You’ve been all over the place tonight. I was beginning to worry…” 

Tim frowns, leaning into you, too, drawn like a magnet to the slight sulkiness in your features. “Worry about what?” 

You wrinkle your nose and the gesture it’s so cute, he can’t help but smile affectionately and tap the tip. “It’s going to sound stupid.” 

“Y/N,” He says firmly. “You know everything you say is gold to me. What’s up?” 

You can’t help but pout a little. “I thought you forgot about me, you’ve been having so much fun socializing and all.”

Tim’s mouth parts, bewildered. It takes a few moments for him to recover. “Oh no. Oh, no, Y/N, never. Not in a million years. In fact, I’ve spent the whole evening think about you.” 

It’s your turn for your jaw to drop now. “What? Really?” 

“Y-yeah, I – oh, shit, this is a disaster. So much dis.” He rubs his face, blatantly troubled. 

“What’s wrong, Tim?” 

He shoves his hands in his pocket, looking at you with a shyness you rarely see painted across the handsome features of Tim Drake. “This is not how I wanted this to happen, but I’ve gotta start somewhere.” 

“If you are going to break up with me or give me a dirty cookie, I would like to leave immediately.” 

His eyes widen and he moves towards you, wrapping his fingers around your wrists and tugging you into his space – a space that smells like clean laundry and summer air and mint chocolate chip ice cream. 

“Definitely not, Y/N. I have something for you.” 

You watch him cautiously, expectantly, as he fishes around in his suit pocket and emerges with something silvery glinting in the low lighting. 

A promise ring. 

For the second time in a span of one minute, you ogle at him. 

He’s bright red, uncharacteristically bashful but indisputable adorable. “Now, hear me out, okay?” 

“Listening.” You say breathily, gaze flitting between his wide eyes and the elegant ring in his fingers. 

“I know you don’t enjoy prom or football games or pep rallies – you think they’re all stupid, teenage things. And I mostly agree with that. I know you also probably think that a promise ring from your teenage boyfriend is also maybe kind of silly, but it’s not about the ring – it’s about the promise. Because I know we’re both just a pair of vigilante teenagers. But what we have? Nothing about it is childish or immature.” He squeezes his eyes shut, like this is the sharpest fall on a rollercoaster. “It’s not some stupid teenage thing. It’s more real than anything I’ve ever known, I promise that. And I hope that wearing this on your finger or on a chain around your neck is a reminder that we are so much more than some high school relationship; that the world is insane, but you make me crazy in the best way possible and I promise to care for you always, no matter where time and space may take us.” 

He cracks open his eyes, a sliver of cornflower blue and hesitation, before you launch yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck. 

“You’re so sweet I’m going to get cavities, Timothy Drake.”

His laughter is uneven and nervous, but his arms tighten around your waist. 

“I love you,” Tim mutters into your hair, kissing the side of your head. 

You pull back to press your lips to the corner of his jaw. “I love you. This means the world to me. You mean the world to me.” You coo as he slides the ring onto your finger, leaving you tingling and warm. 

He kisses you know fully, hands resting at the small of your back and the nape of your neck, mouth soft and saccharine against your own, threaded with unadulterated affection and unspoken promises. 

(“That’s the reason why we haven’t left yet?” 

Cass jabs Conner sharply in the ribs as they spy on you and Tim. “Oh, young love.” 

“I think I’m going to throw up. Again.” Conner makes a gagging noise for emphasis.  

Cass glowers at him and he can’t help but take a step back from her. “I think I’m going to throw you off the edge of this boat.”)

[butwhyduh]

Hello! I absolutely adore your stories! ❤️💖 I was hoping you could write a funny batsis (who is the biological daughter of Batman and is between Dick and Jason in age) story about her getting caught in one morning (or whenever) doing some "bedsheet sparring" with like Conner Kent or someone with powers that shouldn't be in gotham without Batman's permission (lol) and her entire family are who catch her because it's her birthday or something and they came in to surprise her with breakfast! I think it would be hilarious!

Warning cuz it has smut lol

Batsis x Kon kent

Conner pulled you on his lap, setting the pace faster than your hips wanted to go, pulling a moan from your lips. He quickly swallowed it in a rough kiss. He could feel the way you were clenching tight around him, 4th time that night (technically morning) to be exact, that you were going cum soon.

“Oh Kon!” You whimpered while throwing your head back and clenching him tightly. Conner groaned and thrust up to find his own high. You rocked together in pleasure. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest and feel the sheen on sweat on your body that this was the last round. You were only human after all.

A loud rapping at the front door made you jump. You looked at Conner confused. Who was at your door at 6 in the morning? You grabbed your robe as you climbed off Conner.

Conner used his x Ray vision to look thru the door, “babe, that’s your-“

“My baby sister’s birthday!” Called Dick thru the door. “Open up!”

You froze and looked at Conner who was clearly debouched and oozing sex from every pore and you knew you didn’t look much better. You tried to smooth your hair down and you grabbed a wet paper towel to wipe at the streaked makeup from the night before that you’d been too busy to remove. You hadn’t gone to bed yet.

You and Conner had gone partying and hadn’t gotten home until past 2 am and you both had gone to bed but certainly not to sleep.

“Answer the door! I know you hear me!” Dick called.

“Maybe she doesn’t want her brothers to bother her,” Jason replied. Fuck, both of them??

“Maybe she was actually out partying all night and is dead asleep right now,” Tim added. That was when you knew that Conner was going to die that day. Your birthday. The windows on the small apartment were all on one side that were visible from the front door so no flying away.

He was hastily throwing on his pants and shirt before moving to your bedroom closet. You pulled it close while calling to your brothers, “just a minute!”

A final look in the mirror caused you to blanch at the sight of a fresh hickey on your collarbone that you hurried to cover with your robe. There was no way that wasn’t going to be visible today. Your heart pounded like you were tracking killer Croc when you opened the door.

Dick, Jason, and Tim were standing there with balloons, a box from a bakery, and a present bag.

“Hi,” you said. You suddenly realized how much water you needed. You were just lucky to not pull something with everything Conner had done to you.

“Woah sleep head,” Jason teased while handing you the cupcake box as he walked in. Dick and Tim followed.

“Well it is a little early,” you admitted. “Wha-what brings you here? Now?”

“We wanted to tell you happy birthday first,” Dick said and you huffed out a laugh with a nod.

“Right,” you said. “And you figured the crack of dawn was a good idea because…”

“Tim couldn’t sleep and you didn’t reply to his meme so we came down,” Jason finally answered.

“Seriously? You do know I’m a big girl that can take care of myself, right?” You replied with a huff. You sat on the arm of the couch as exhaustion finally hit. It made sense. You’d been up 27 hours straight, danced at clubs for hours, and then bed acrobats for half the night with your literal superhuman boyfriend. And when was the last time you had anything to drink.

“We know but it’s nice to see you without the whole family,” Dick added.

“Without Damian, bruce, and Alfred you mean?” You said.

“Maybe,” Tim shrugged. “Are you hungry? We can go get food? A waffle house?” He suggested. It did sound good but so did spooning with your boyfriend until midday.

“I don’t know. I’m a little tired,” you said and that was a hell of an understatement.

“We’re all tired. Get dressed. Get waffles. And then take a nap before Bruce’s party,” Jason said, tossing you your bag. You caught it but your robe dipped down your shoulder.

“What the hell?” Dick said. They all stared at the mark clearly visible before you yanked it up your shoulder.

“Who did that? Is that why you’re tired? Did we interrupt a booty call?” Jason asked.

“Ew, booty call?” Tim said to Jason who pointed at you and shrugged.

“No! No one did anything. It’s none of your business,” you stammered.

“Is he or she going to the party tonight?” Dick asked. “Are they in here?”

Your eyes widened involuntarily. “That’s none of your-“

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Jason called as he and Tim started looking over the apartment.

“Stop them,” you begged Dick.

“They’re really here now? This whole time?” Dick asked.

“Jason, don’t!” You called as he went in your bedroom. Tim followed him and you ran after them. “Don’t!” You gasped just as he opened the closet door to show Conner Kent standing beside your shirts. His shirt was on backwards and he definitely looked like he recently had sex.

“You?” Jason said roughly with clear shock. Dick blinked and froze.

“Wow,” Tim added. “You’re gonna die today.”

“Stop it,” you said pushing Jason from the closet. He moved with your shove but he wasn’t the one you should have watched. Dick shoved Conner in the closet and punched him in his face before you could act.

“Dick!” You gasped in shock. Dick groaned and shook his hand but to his credit, Conner rubbed his lip where he was hit too.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Dick replied angrily to you. He stormed out of the room.

“Hey!” You called after him. You turned to Tim and Jason. “I don’t even know why he’s mad. I’m an adult.”

“That’s just being a big brother,” Jason said patting you on the shoulder. “Come on Tim. We’ll see her tonight. Happy birthday.”

“Jason!”

“Bye,” Tim said with a little wave before both left.

“Kon,” you said, looking up at him feeling lost. He simply pulled you into a hug.

“Let’s take a nap and we’ll fix it when they aren’t as mad,” he suggested. You let him pull you to bed where you hugged him tight. He ran his hands along your back before you finally fell asleep.

You woke a few hours later with a strong arm wrapped around you and you could feel your body hot and sweaty. Your robe was still on. The events of the night flooded back in your memory. You groaned and leaned into Conner who hugged you and kissed your temple, half asleep.

“Morning,” he said in a sexy husky morning voice.

“Morning. I can’t go to this thing today. I’ll cancel dinner and say I’m sick,” you said. Conner sighed.

“And hurt Bruce’s feelings that his little girl doesn’t want him around on her birthday?”

“Crap. What do I do?”

“If I could suggest,” he said, sitting up on his elbows as you still laid on his chest. “Bring me as your date. You didn’t introduce me because of your brothers, right? Now that isn’t a problem anymore.”

“That’s…. A good idea, actually,” you said after a second.

“That would sound insulting if I didn’t know you,” he muttered as you hurried out of bed.

“Bring you as my date and then Dick can’t get mad because you’re my boyfriend, not some random guy. We won’t have to sneak around anymore; even though that’s fun. Dad never needs to know any details because the boys telling him would just be weird. Conner,” you said, cupping his face. “You’re a genius!” You kissed him with a grin.

“And yet, I feel like a pawn,” he muttered as you tossed him a dress shirt.

“We need a shower,” you said, ignoring his commentary.

“Together? I’m interested in that,” he replied causing you to roll your eyes.

“We were ‘together’ all night. As long as the shower doesn’t lead to anything else then fine,” you replied.

“I mean, I also just enjoy seeing you naked so there’s that,” he said with a shrug.

———————————

The dinner was far from small. Your birthday party was a great event to invite Wayne Enterprise investors and frequent private donors to your favorite charities. Bruce had decorated the ballroom in your favorite color and theme. It was beautiful and full of people in fancy dress.

Conner adjusted his tie. “Shouldn’t have worn this stupid tie. That guy isn’t wearing one,” he motioned towards a man in the crowd. Jason had already flipped Conner off from across the crowd and Dick ‘accidentally’ knocked his drink from his hand with his own bandaged hand.

“He’s publicity. Not a guest,” you said quietly with an eye roll while straightening the tie. “And you want to make a good impression to my father.”

“I’m already preparing to get my ass beat by Batman,” Conner muttered under his breath.

“No. It’ll be Bruce Wayne and if you don’t take the hit and break his hand, then Batman will beat your ass later,” you replied. “But none of that will happen if you act like a polite journalist from Kansas.”

“I have many reason to hate that cover but it’s fine for now. Oh god, here he comes,” Conner said, standing straight as Bruce walked thru the crowd.

“Sweetheart,” Bruce said warmly, giving you a hug. “Kent,” he added, looking at Conner suspiciously over your shoulder.

“Hi Mr Wayne,” Conner replied. Bruce glared at him.

“Why is he here?”

“Dad,” you chided. “Conner is here as my.. date,” you said with a nervous smile. You watched Bruce Wayne go thru every emotion a man could have in 30 seconds.

“I see,” Bruce replied coldly. Your heart froze.

Conner looked between you both.

“Kent. You better treat her well or I’ll put a boot so far up your ass, you’ll taste kryptonite,” Bruce said calmly before walking away to talk to another guest.

“I’m gonna die,” Conner whimpered. “I had to date Batman’s daughter and now I’m gonna die.”

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Years Off My Life - Wally West x Reader

Requested by Anon -  Hi! Could you write something with wally, like he taking care of his s/o after a very risky mission that she barely made out alive? A little angst and fluff, please

Requested by Anon - Hi there! How are you? I hope you’re doing really well! I don’t have a request per se, but I was hoping you could share some Wally with us soon (really whenever you feel like it).. I’m missing my favorite speedster. Maybe a request you already have so I don’t clog up your inbox with a new one?Either way, I really love your fics and am so grateful you share them with us so thank you so much and I hope you have a great day!

***

Wally sat outside the dressing room, pouting as he munched on a soft pretzel he had bought at the mall food court while you decided which store to go in. “Why do you have to go to this party with Dick? Can’t I go undercover with you? I’m your husband.” 

“You can’t speak German, Walls. It would blow our covers.” You opened the changing room door and stepped out. Wally’s eyes widened at the beautiful green dress you were wearing. “What do you think?” 

He licked his lips. “Pretty, but too pretty to go to a party with Dick.” His eyes lingered on your hips. He tapped his foot at super speed. You checked yourself out in the full length mirror.

“Wally, stop tapping your foot.” You glanced back at him. “Honey, I know you’re jealous, but it’s just one mission.” You sighed. “I’m going to try the red one.” 

Wally groaned. He had picked out the red one. It had a leg slit that reveal your beautiful legs. Wally crushed his pretzel in his hand. “(Y/N), babe, not the red one.”

“Why not?” You went back into the dressing room. 

“The one should only be for me.” Wally bit off a chunk of his pretzel. “Not stupid Dick.”

You opened the door a crack to eye him. “Wally, sweetheart, I married you, not Dick. You don’t have to be jealous. Although, it’s sweet.” You closed the door. “Besides, you’ll be my backup. My savior who comes to sweep me off my feet if anything goes wrong.”

Wally puffed out his chest a little. You always knew how to boost his ego. “Your knight in shining armor?”

“Of course.” You stepped out in the red dress. Wally dropped his pretzel and fell out of the chair. He slowly crawled over to you. You laughed. 

“Babe, you’re gorgeous. Show stopping.” Wally grinned up at you. “Too good to be on Dick’s arm. Can’t we just get this one for us?” 

You sighed. “I guess I do have the League’s credit card.” You smoothed out the skirt. Surely they wouldn’t notice if you bought two dresses? “But where would I wear this with you? We don’t go to fancy parties.”

Wally smirked. “I think we could come up with something.” He winked, getting to his feet to seal a kiss to your lips. You melted into him, wrapping your free leg around his thighs. He moaned. 

You pulled away after a moment and panted. “Okay, but you need to find me one I can wear to this party.” You took his shoulders and spun him to head back out into the store. “Get going.” 

“Yes boss.” He walked off with a skip in his step. This almost made up for not being able to go undercover with you. Almost.

***

Wally stared at the ring in his hand. Your ring. “(Y/S/N), Nightwing, are you in position?” Oracle asked. Wally had the comm in his ear, pacing in the bioship where Kaldur, Conner, and M’gann stood by as backup if this went sideways. They hovered about a mile away from the old manor house where the party was being held. Oracle joined them over the comms, still safely in Gotham and running the mission from afar. He clenched his fist around your ring. 

“Watch over this for me.” Wally stared at you with wide eyes as you placed your wedding ring in his hand. “You know I can’t have it with me and I feel better knowing you have it to give back to me when I’m done.” You kissed him passionately on the lips. Wally tried to hold on to you, but Dick called you away too soon.

“We’re dropping the car with the valet. Should be in soon,” you said. Wally’s heart skipped a beat at your voice. 

“Wallace, take a seat.” Kaldur grabbed Wally’s arm and pushed him to sit. “Pacing will not make time go by faster.”

“Says you.” Wally crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. “Your wife isn’t in danger right now.” His foot started tapping at super speed. 

Conner took a deep breath. He sent a glare toward Wally, but M’gann patted his shoulder to stop him from saying anything. “Wally, I know you’re scared for her, but she and Dick know what they are doing. We got to trust them,” M’gann said, reaching over to rest a hand on Wally’s knee to stop his tapping. 

“I do trust them.” Wally ran a hand over his face. “Doesn’t mean I can’t be scared out of my mind. We all know how badly things can go.” The others fell silent. Wally knew it was low, but their silence confirmed what he said was true.

***

“Have you seen anything?” Dick whispered in your ear as you both spun around on the dance floor. You rested your forehead against his neck.

“No. Are we sure they are moving the kids tonight?” You closed your eyes. This party was exhausting. All you wanted was to go home and cuddle with Wally, but the mission came first. 

Dick hummed. “The intel said it would happen tonight.” He tightened his arms around you. “If Wally saw us now, he’d lose it.”

“You shouldn’t tease him so.” Glancing up at him, you shook your head at the smirk on his face. “You know how jealous he gets. He still hasn’t forgotten the New Years Eve kiss four years ago.”

Dick chuckled, spinning you away from him. “Sure, sure.” He pulled you back to him. His smile faded. “Two o’clock. League of Shadows.” You waited until he looked away before you took a peek yourself. Two men with clear League of Shadows tattoos stood in the far corner.

“They stick out like a sore thumb.” You snorted as Dick led you off the dance floor and toward the bar. “Not very subtle, are they?” 

“No.” Dick turned and ordered a drink from the bar in German. You hummed, glancing around the party. Brushing a nonexistent piece of dust off your gown, you looked back over at the League of Shadows only to find them missing.

You told Dick in German that you were going to the ladies’ room and slipped away. He watched you go, knowing what you were doing. He’d follow in a few seconds. “Shadows sighted,” you said through the mind link. “Moving to follow them.”

“Do you need backup?” M’gann asked as you slipped out into the back hallway to see the two Shadows disappearing into a door on the far end. 

“Not yet.” You slipped off your heels to follow them. 

“(Y/N)...” Wally began before stopping. 

“Sorry, dropped him from the link,” M’gann said. “He’s losing it.”

You smiled. “Tell him to calm down.” You went quiet, waiting outside the door that they entered until Dick was by your side. He touched your hip. “Ready?” You met Dick’s eye. 

“Ready.” He opened the door and the two of you slipped inside.

***

Wally groaned. “Can’t we just move in already? Dick and (Y/N) have already engaged the Shadows,” he said through the mind link. He threw his hands up in the air in frustration when Kaldur shook his head. Both men were outside the manor’s gates, hiding among the bushes. 

“Quiet.” Kaldur grabbed Wally’s arm tightly. “You are going to blow our cover, Wallace.” 

Pursing his lips, Wally jerked his arm away from Kaldur and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I just hate not being in there with her.”

“I know.” Kaldur sighed himself. He peeked out of the bush to see a well-dressed couple run by. 

“Move in. We’ve found the kids, but we are locked down in the basement.” Your voice filled Wally’s head. His heart almost exploded.

“Go Flash.” Kaldur tapped his shoulder and Wally zoomed out of the bushes. He stumbled over a root, somersaulting and hopping to his feet. More people ran past him. No one seemed startled by the sight of a Flash, but Wally decided not to worry about it as he ran inside.

He tapped his comm. “Oracle, how do I get to the basement?” Wally stopped to help a woman to her feet when she fell. 

“Accessing your feed.” Oracle’s voice sounded so calm. Wally wondered how she could be so collected when Dick was in danger. He was a little jealous of it. His contact lenses heated up slightly. Wally had to force himself not to blink, so Oracle could see through his eyes. “Go through the far door. It will lead to a hallway, last door on the left will take you down a side stairs. You’ll get the drop on the shooters.” 

Wally moved fast, knocking down two Shadows as his way. He smirked, zooming down the staircase only to hear rapid fire gunshots. “Knock it off.” Wally tackled one of the gunmen. He saw a flash of your dress behind some metal crates. Children were crying. 

Dick jumped over one of the crates, throwing one of his escrima sticks to knock out another gunman. “Thanks Flash,” Dick shouted, knocking out the last gunman with a punch to the jaw. Wally jumped to his feet. 

“You’re welcome.” Wally grinned as several children came out from behind the crates. Dick moved to gather the kids. 

“Flash,” you whispered. Wally’s blood ran cold at your tone. He stumbled over to you. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets to see you sitting there, covered in blood. A child laid bleeding in your lap. You pressed hard on their chest. “You need to get this kid back to the bioship. I’ve slowed the bleeding enough, but I can’t do anything for them here.” 

Wally dropped to his knees beside you. “Okay.” He kissed your forehead quickly before scooping up the kid and zooming off. His heart ached for the kid in his arms, but he noted he felt a bit happy that you were alive and well. 

***

“Nightwing,” you mumbled, holding a hand up to get his attention. M’gann and Conner took the kids, leading them out as Dick came to your side. 

Dick’s eyes widened. “Oh no, why didn’t you tell me you were hit?” Dick immediately knelt down to press his hand against your stomach. You gasped in pain, holding back a moan. “Why didn’t you let Flash know? He’s going to freak.”

“That’s why.” You panted, black swarming your vision. “He needed to get the kid out first.” Dick laid you down. You saw a Kaldur shaped shadow join Dick. “Don’t tell him. He won’t stay focused.” You reached up to touch Dick’s cheek. “Promise me.” 

Dick hummed softly. “I promise, but he’s going to kill us for keeping this from him.” You blinked, both Dick and Kaldur blurred. More pressure was added to your wound. You hissed as pain flared through you. 

“It is not a wise decision,” Kaldur said.

“You promised. Let Wally focus on the mission.” You felt weakness over take you and soon your eyes closed, driving you straight into nothingness.

***

Wally lifted the last kid into the bioship. “Last one.” Conner took the kid and set them down in one of the chairs. 

“Good. We got to go.” Conner moved to take the pilot seat. The bioship took off. Wally stumbled slightly, but caught himself on the wall. He noticed it was just the kids on the bridge. 

“Where’s everyone?” Wally asked Conner, frowning slightly. “Are they all with the hurt kid?” Conner’s mouth twitched. Wally’s stomach sunk to the floor. 

“The others are in the back. You’ll want to go back there.” Conner looked at Wally worried. “Don’t freak out.” 

Wally’s eyes widened and he zoomed to the back. The kid rested on one of the bunks with M’gann hovering over them. Wally sighed before time stopped as he noticed Dick and Kaldur around another figure on the opposite bunk. The figure was your height and wearing a dress the same color as yours. “It’s not her,” Wally whispered under his breath as he stumbled forward. 

“I got the bleeding to stop over here.” M’gann pulled away from the kid. The kid was unconscious, but their color was better.  She turned, seeing Wally. M’gann flew to his side. “How’s (Y/N)?” she asked Dick and Kaldur, wrapping her arm around Wally’s shoulders to try to hold him up. Wally stared at the red stain, it reminded him of the beautiful red dress that you had bought just for him. 

“We got the bleeding to slow with Kaldur’s freezing spell,” Dick said. He glanced at Wally before turning back to you and adding more pressure to your stomach. 

“(Y/N), babe...” Wally’s voice was a whisper. M’gann helped him over to your side, letting him drop to his knees next to your head. He finally saw your face. You looked so pale, so...Wally swallowed hard, stopping himself from finishing his thought. He cupped your cheeks. “Babe, please.” Your skin was cold and clammy. “Please open your eyes.”

Kaldur was still mumbling the spell. His hands hovered over the wound Dick was applying pressure on. Wally could see the frost on your skin and dress. “She’s strong, Wally,” M’gann soothed, rubbing Wally’s back. Wally could barely feel her touch. His entire soul threatened to leave his body if you didn’t open your eyes. 

He tapped your cheeks. “(Y/N)!” Wally’s eyes burned, vision blurring. “Babe!”

“Stop, I’m tired,” you mumbled softly. Your voice music to his ears. His lips pulled into a smile. 

“Sorry, babe, but you got to stay awake for me.” Wally kissed your cheeks. He chuckled when your nose wrinkled slightly. “Please stay awake.”

You hummed, lifting a hand to touch his arm. Wally took it and warmed it between his own. “Is the kid okay?”

“Yeah, they’re okay.” Wally felt M’gann leave him. She went back to the kid, keeping an eye on them. “You did an amazing job. All the kids are safe.”

“Good,” you sighed before going limp. Wally’s eyes widened. 

Dick swore under his breath. “Her heart stopped.” Wally froze, letting Dick push him away so he could do CPR. 

Wally pressed his hand over his mouth to keep from screaming. He wanted to do something, move, save you, but he couldn’t. His body wouldn’t move for the first time in his life.

***

Wally paced the empty waiting room, pulling at his hair. Dick watched him pace from one of the uncomfortable chairs. “You should have ignored her and told me right away. I could have ran to get her help,” Wally said, sending an ice cold glare Dick’s way.

“The mission comes first. You know that. (Y/N) knew that. We wouldn’t have gotten those kids out if you weren’t there, Walls.” Dick crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. “You know it’s what she wanted.”

“What she wanted.” Wally kept pacing. “This is the last time for us. We’re done with all of this.” Wally ran a hand over his face. “This is your fault.”

Dick sighed, resting his chin in his hand. “Go ahead. Blame me if you need to blame someone.” Wally spiraled out into a rant about how Dick was the reason you were here, that he trying to steal you away from him. Wally knew he was being unfair and a bit crazy, but it felt good. Like he was taking off a heavy backpack that he had worn for years. Dick took it all without comment, watching Wally with weary eyes. 

“Why?” Wally whispered finally, the air leaving his lungs. His shoulders slumped. Dick stood up and pulled Wally into his arms. Tears filled Wally’s eyes without warning and sobbed racked out of him. He clung to Dick like he was the last thing in the world. “I can’t lose her.”

“You won’t. She’s strong. (Y/N) will be okay.” Dick rubbed Wally’s back, gently rocking him. Wally buried his face in Dick’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Walls. Just let it out.” The two men stood there for a very long time.

***

You were so lifeless. Only the beeping of the heart monitor kept Wally from wanting to shake you to get you to show some sign of life. His back ached from the cheap plastic chair they always placed in hospital rooms like this. He took your hand and kiss your knuckles, hoping you could feel he was here. Your wedding ring sparkled at him. He had slipped it back on your finger once he was able to visit you.

The door to your room opened behind him. Wally didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was. “Wally, go home and get some rest. I can sit with (Y/N) for a while.” Barry’s hand clapped onto Wally’s shoulder. Wally snorted, shaking his head.

“No, I’m good.” Wally tightened his grip on your hand. Your pulse was strong now, but you still didn’t wake up. “I want to be here when she wakes up.”

Barry sighed, moving into Wally’s line of sight to sit down in the chair on the opposite side of your bed. “At least go get something to eat. You’re skin and bones. (Y/N) won’t want to see you like this.” 

Wally just rolled his eyes. “I’m good, Barry.” 

Barry sat back in his chair, crossing his arms to study his nephew. Wally kept his eyes on you, ignoring Barry. Barry was the third babysitter in three days since you got out of surgery. M’gann was the first, then Mary, Wally’s mom, now Barry. Wally didn’t know if he should be grateful or annoyed. 

“Well, I’ll go get you something to eat then,” Barry said, getting to his feet. “I’ll pick you up a shaver and a change of clothes too.” He ruffled Wally’s hair. “I’ll be back in a flash.” 

Wally groaned as Barry disappeared. “I swear he’ll never understand that the pun is older than Jay.” Wally shook his head before he heard a snicker. He spun to you to see your eyes open and looking at him.

“Right.” You coughed, wincing in pain. 

“Babe!” Wally cupped your face, studying you. “You’re awake.” He pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. You hummed, attempting to return it, but too weak. He pulled away. “You took years off my life, you know that.”

“I’m sorry, love.” You smiled, closing your eyes again. “Is the kid okay?”

“Yeah, making a full recover.” Wally had heard about the kid from M’gann’s visit. She said they would be up and about in no time. He kissed your knuckles, then the palm of your hand. You stroked his cheek. “Go back to sleep, babe. You need your rest.” 

“You need a shave.” You sniffed the air, opening one eye to look at him. “And a shower. Go take care of yourself. I’ll be here and probably more awake when you get back.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Wally kissed your cheek as he watched you drift back to sleep. His chest felt lighter, free from the fear of the last few days. When Barry returned, Wally happily cleaned himself up, knowing you were going to be fine.

***

Wally dug for his wallet, handing over the money. The florist made the change before wrapping up the bouquet of your favorite flowers. He bit his lip and glanced at his watch. You were leaving the hospital today. He spent all last night making sure the shared apartment was cleaned for you.

The florist handed him the flowers. He gave them a smile. “Thanks.” The flowers were beautiful. He knew you’d love them. He walked out of the floral shop and down the street to the hospital. 

There was voices in your room. Wally frowned slightly as he peeked inside. He saw Dick sitting on the edge of your bed with you beside him. You were holding his hand. The green eyed monster crawled up inside of Wally. Wally swallowed hard to keep from losing it. “Hey Dick, why are you here?” he asked. 

Dick jerked his hand away from you while you just turned to smile at Wally. “I asked Dick to come. I wanted to tell him what I decided.” You slowly got to your feet. Wally rushed to your side, wrapping his arm around your waist to support you. You patted his hand and kissed his cheek. “Like we talked about. No more missions unless it’s world-ending and they need all the hands they can get.”

Wally smiled, letting the green-eyed monster inside of him disappear. “Good.” He handed you the flowers. You gasped, happily taking them and burying your nose in them. 

“And I wanted to offer you both a ride to your apartment. Bruce let me borrow the Audi.” Dick stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. He tensed slightly as if bracing for a bad reaction. Wally’s heart panged. He had taken all his anger out on Dick. Dick didn’t deserve most of it. 

“That would be great.” Wally said, giving Dick an apologetic smile. Dick relaxed instantly. You glanced between the men, smiling and shaking your head at their antics. Wally blushed. He thought he could just run you home, but the car would be a smoother and safer ride for you. 

“Of course you did.” You kissed Wally’s cheek again. “Thank you for the flowers, honey.”

“Anything for you, babe.” He squeezed your waist and glanced around the room. “Are you packed already?”

“I am. I woke up early this morning. I’m so excited to go home.” You leaned into Wally’s side. “Better food, a charming, sometimes stubborn, red headed nurse to take care of me, plus my own bed, and less nightly check-ins.” 

Wally let his lips form a pout. Dick laughed. “Well, at least you’re charming, Walls.” 

You snorted, reaching up to press your fingers against his mouth. He kissed them happily. “Oh stop.” You looked around the hospital room. “Can we leave now? I want to go home.” 

“I’ll go see if I can get the release papers early.” Wally pecked your lips, gently guiding you to sit back down on the edge of the bed before zooming toward the door. 

“Slowly!” You shouted. Wally stopped, sending you and Dick a sheepish grin before walking at a normal speed. If he was being honest, he was almost skipping down the hallway in joy at finally having the love of his life back home.

***

Wally blinked. He paced outside your shared bedroom. You had asked for a few minutes of privacy. It had been several days since you came home. Wally had waited on you hand and foot. You had recovered quite a bit, but he still didn’t like to leave you alone yet. 

“(Y/N), babe, you okay?” Wally called, gently knocking on the door. 

“I’m fine, Walls. I’ll be out in a sec.” You sounded fine. Wally swallowed his fear. He took a seat on the couch, resting his feet on the coffee table. Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths, slowly letting his anxiety free. 

The bedroom door opened. Wally opened one eye. The breath left his lungs, both eyes flying open. “What do you think?” You were in the red dress, posing like a model. Wally stumbled off the couch, falling into his knees and crawling over to you. 

“Babe, you’re beautiful.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your stomach. “Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah, I do.” You smiled knowingly at him. “If we take it slow, I’ll be fine.” You took his hand and turned away, leading him toward the bedroom. “I’ll need lots of care.” 

Wally stayed on his knees, knee-walking after you with the eagerness of a little puppy. “Of course, babe. Anything you need.” 

[dickmedowndc]

Storming in the Streets - Conner "Kon" Kent x Reader

Word Count: 1,863

Summary: Kon sees someone under a shop awning – while a storm rages around them. Thinking they may need to get to their destination dry, he offers his jacket to help them. Too bad the storm has other plans. 

Notes: I have never written for Kon before. Also, this was technically my first attempt in years writing an “x reader” but I was only ever motivated to write it when there was a literal summer storm going on outside.

Part II > Part III >>

…★…

“Hey, are you alright?” 

At the sound of the voice behind you, your head whips around – not the best decision considering how tired you are and the way it seems to make the world spin despite your body remaining rooted where you stand. It takes another minute before you remember you were asked a question, and the man in front of you is waiting patiently for your answer. You squint, assessing the situation before you decide to answer. “I’m alright.” 

“You’ve been standing here for the last, like, 15 minutes, do you need any help?” 

Before you even get the chance to answer there is a crack of thunder above you, drowning out any words you may speak. There is a simple word on the tip of your tongue: no. No, you do not need any help, thank you. But that would be a lie – you’re dead on your feet, with too many bags to drag behind you and into your apartment during a raging storm. The storm would be fine on a regular day – but you’re already bone tired and the thought of water seeping through your clothes is an unpleasant one at best. Finally finding your voice, you give him an answer. “Honestly, I’m not sure that I can get all these bags back to my apartment. Not without something breaking.” 

He seems to think for a moment, and somewhere in the back of your mind something says he looks familiar. You find it on the tip of your tongue and then he flashes a smile and just like that the thought it gone. “I can help you carry them back,” he shrugs, standing a little straighter and that same smile plastered on his face, “if you’d like the help.” 

You need the assistance, really, and with the sun starting to set your options are dwindling as is. But inviting a stranger back to your apartment is certainly not in the top 10 list of ‘best ideas’ and you know that much. Your apprehension must have shown because the stranger’s voice breaks you from your thoughts once more. 

“I can give you my name, and you can send a picture to someone you know, to be on the safe side if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

You hum for a moment, thinking it over. “Y/N.” 

“Kon – well, Conner. But everyone calls me Kon.” He shifts closer as you pull out your phone, still waiting patiently. Once more you ignore the feeling of familiarity, instead turning your back to him and holding the camera up for a selfie – some morbid part of your mind chimes you may as well have an updated photo if you go missing. If it bothers him, he says nothing about it. Instead, he gives a charming smile, long enough for you to take the picture and send it off to one of your friends, before slipping the device back into your pocket. 

Turning back to him, you already have a few of the bags on your arms. “I can grab a few more really quick.” Rather than reach for a bag, you find him taking off his jacket instead before stepping closer, draping it over your shoulders. 

“Don’t worry, I can carry the rest of them,” he assures, picking them up before you have a moment to protest. It takes you longer than you care to admit for your brain to reboot, and when it does, you’re flustered. Enough so he notices because his charming smile is threatening to give way to an amused smirk. You can see it in his eyes. 

“Don’t you need your jacket though? It’s raining.” 

“I think you could use it more right now.” 

He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and the thought of staying somewhat dry is too compelling. Enough so that you set your bags down so you can properly slip the jacket on instead. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, gathering your bags back up. You swear they’re lighter than they were just a moment ago – enough to notice – and you think he may have more bags on his arm than he did before you were distracted. You decided not to ask about it. Making your way out into the rain, with him following, you are determined to reach your apartment before you end up looking like a wet cat. Especially with the attractive guy walking beside you. 

It is 5 minutes into the walk, you’re already wet, and so is Kon – not that you mind too much with the way his shirt is clinging to him – but you do feel a bit bad about it. Luckily, you can see your apartment building just ahead. “We’re almost there, it’s that one, with the crumpled sign next to it.” 

“See, and nothing bad happened just because I’m not wearing a jacket.” 

The absolute confidence in his voice makes you laugh and you turn to look at him. “Careful, we haven’t made it there yet.” 

“I am 100% promising you that we’ll make it inside alright.” 

“What, you wanna bet on it?” 

“Let’s make it a bet.” 

And as if the world had the same sense of humor as you, or was determine to prove Kon wrong, a car came screeching past you. Being on the sidewalk, neither of you paid too much attention to it, until it hit the large puddle of standing water as it came rushing up on you. 

Faster to react than you, Kon turned his back to the wall of water that came crashing down, shielding you and the bags you had both been carrying to the best of his ability. 

Freeing one of your hands and wiping the water out of your eyes you looked back up at Kon who now stood soaked to the bone. Grinning, and unable to help yourself, you quip up at him, “I think I won the bet.” 

He stops and looks at you for a moment, seeming to process your words before a smile breaks out across his face and he laughs. “Yeah, alright, you win this one.” 

“Come on, I can get you a towel when we get inside.” You pick your bags back up before ushering him forward. As if the rain had not been trying its hardest, the car had certainly soaked him enough. You had to stifle a laugh, careful not to compare him to a wet kitten the way he looked beside you now. 

Ignoring the annoyed glare from the lobby receptionist, the pair of you headed straight for the elevator which remained empty thankfully. You manage to reach the front door of your apartment with ease, fishing your keys out of your pocket before halfway stumbling inside, your arms already tired from the bags you had been hauling before letting the majority of them hit the floor with a thunk, the delicate bags (which you had made sure to hold onto) being set on the table instead. Kon followed your lead, still dripping a small ocean’s worth of water onto your hardwood floor. Cringing at the thought of waiting longer, and feeling cold yourself you asked him to stay put for a moment before you vanished into the bathroom, reemerging with a towel. “You can get dried off if you want, and there are some extra towels. First door on the right.” 

A look of relief shone through and he mumbled a quick thank you, carefully taking the towel before disappearing into the bathroom. 

Discontent with leaving it at that, you scamper off to find your clean laundry, knowing you had to have some clothes that may fit him. You had enough comfy, oversized shirts and sweats. Now on a mission, you dug through what you had, ignoring the nagging that reminded you that you would have to clean it back up later. Finally, you got a hold of a pair of pants and a shirt, one you’re guessing will be able to fit him. Content with the choice you make your way back down the hall and knock on the door, Kon opening it just enough to peak out at you. 

“I figured it’s not much good to get dry and then get back into soaked clothes. I think these should fit you just fine.” 

“Thanks again – but are you sure?” 

“Well, I also appreciate my floor not turning into a pool, so yes.” 

With a hum of agreement, he took the clothes from you and shut the door again. 

Satisfied, you threw your own towel over your shoulders and cleared one of the bags out so he could put his soaked clothes inside, fishing out an umbrella as well. No sense in giving him clean clothes only to get soaked again on his walk back home. When you hear the door open you look up and meet his eyes and find your breath catching in your throat. 

He looked good – and maybe you had misjudged the size of the clothes, but you were not about to complain, you reasoned, when he stepped out. 

Flustered, you handed the umbrella over to him. 

“Oh, my thanks for saving you from the wall of water?” 

You laugh despite yourself at his joke, seeing the amused grin on his face growing at your response. “Something like that, yeah.” 

The next few minutes were spent gathering his things, assuring him once more you would be alright without the umbrella. Though he seemed more than happy to leave it with you, you wanted him to stay at least a little dry while he made his way back out. Finally ready, the pair of you shuffled to the door, with you lingering in the threshold as he turned back around – now standing in the apartment's hallway. 

Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you, but you could almost swear he looked flustered for a moment before he was brandishing that same confident smile once more. “Maybe I could give you my number then – so I can return the umbrella later.” 

Taking the dive and rocking on the balls of your feet you shot back, “maybe we could get a coffee together too?” 

You decided then and there that the sun would cower in shame if it ever saw the way he lit up at your question. “I was hoping we could,” he chimed handing his phone over with a new contacts page open. 

You put your name and number in before handing the device back. 

“I should get going now though. I'm sure you have things to do and I have some errands to finish.” 

“Feel free to message and we can talk a bit later.” 

“Oh, I will. I’ll talk to you later.” He winked, pulling another laugh from you, before turning to make his way back outside into the storm. 

Content with all that had happened, you bounded back inside, making sure to lock the door behind you before looking for your phone – you needed to let your friend know you were okay, or you would never hear the end of it. 

Unlocking the device, you almost choked on air when you see the text notification: 

1 unread message: ‘IS THAT SUPERBOY?!?!’ 

[the-ink-of-roses]

mutual pining™

— you and dick both love each other, but unfortunately, it's in different forms

note: the reader uses she/her pronouns <3 warning: violence, fighting people, a n g s t not proofread, we die like thomas and martha wayne

yj!dick grayson x reader

request: Can you write (you don't have to btw) a headcanon yj!dick grayson x reader that's sorta like a Marinette and Adrien situation where dick likes reader at school while reader has a crush on Robin at yj — 🦋 —

a/n: hi, guess who's back!!! me, after like. five months? more than five months? but yes, it's been a loooonnng time, hasn't it boys? but yes, i'm back!! and also working on something with the amazing @vitaminsssss <3 also im not too confident about this, but here you gooo <33

*cracks knuckles*

so!

you were the founding member of the team, who fought alongside ( preferred mentor )

and obviously you knew the infamous robin

and the fact that no one really knew that robin's identity

out of pure spite—"if that short gremlin can keep his identity secret, so i can i and you can't stop me"—you decided to keep your identity secret and ( preferred mentor ) agreed

mainly because you wouldn't stop annoying them, but that's not important-

anywho, mr sunglasses here saw you hanging upside down and arguing with your mentor for it and went "holy shit, i think im in love"

wally was so confused

as y/n, however, you were in robin's school, where you knew him as the infamous dick grayson

your drive to keep your identity secret made you act clumsy

i.e. purposefully falling on desks, on people, dropping things, the usual

annd like a knight in shining uniform, there he was!

always, literally always, catching you

it was mainly because aside from babs, you were his only other civilian friend and he didn't want you to suffer from brain damage

but you literally fell for him

on the fateful night

it was a late gotham day and the two of you were chilling in the library and boom, you fell down the stairs.

somehow he caught your hand

this man just almost defied physics and gravity for you

how could you not be in love????

dick on the other hand was like 'oh thank godie! friend has no brain damage!'

babs has cried at least once seeing you two because she's so frustrated

so has wally but thats when you're ( h/n ) and robin

speaking of hero persona

back in the cave its like

robin: *love sick rambling*

you: oh hi my very good friend :)

robin: *screech*

wally: *sob*

artemis: *gets the popcorn*

kaldur: *shares the popcorn*

conner: *confused*

megan: *sympathizing with robin*

zee: *cringes*

it was chaotic

and then, one fateful day

wally, out of all people, finds out your identity

you are worried at first, ofc, but its wally

your friend, teammate and someone you trust, so youre not too worried

but wally just sits down and yells after he figures it out

que you dragging him to barry because you think he hit his head really loud

wally is having an existential crisis

he's seen you practically in love with dick grayson and robin in love with you

and now, as best friend supreme it is his job to make sure you two get together

he drags the rest of the team onto his plan

kaldur is the first to agree because he might combust if he sees robin making heart eyes at you during a briefing one more time

safe to say, nothing works

everything they do, nothing works out!

in wally's eyes

y/n is giving up on her feelings for dick, and h/n is noticing robin more because he offered to help with tasks

and dick has almost accepted the fact that h/n doesn't like robin in a romantic way, but damn, y/n is such a good friend and person! she even covered up for him thrice

*screeeching*

until

it is the day of faith

literally, fate is fighting alongside the team

against a brat man child who is the personification of a chad

klarion

you're chilling as a civilian in the hostage situation

until you get hit trying to cover robin from one of this chad's henchmen blasts

why did you as a civilian?

god knows but you couldn't let robin get hurt

robin sees r e d

anger takes over him in literal sense and he lashes out at all the henchmen there

like. no shit, sent seven to the hospital

wally and conner have to restrain him

like. hold him down

and wally literally tells tornado and fate to take you guys to mount justice

robin is like. "no we can't reveal our identities"

wally has had enough now, especially when it's a magical wound they can't heal there

he goes "bro, that's h/n"

robin: "fr bro?"

wally: "i swear bro"

you're rushed to mount justice then!

wally runs you there because, "cmon you little bitch, do not die on me now. you are this close to living your happily ever after, b i t c h"

black canary, zee, and dr fate rush you to a room to try to heal the wound

you dont wake up for the next week

wally is scared because he just revealed your identity

but ( mentor name ) assures him it was the right thing to do

dick on the other hand is having so many existential crisis, its all crisis and no more existence

"the person i fell in love with, then fell out of love with and then fell in love with are the same people"

he's not feeling the aster, don't worry about him

when you wake up, he's the only one there, because its late at night and he didn't wanna leave you alone

he squeezes you

literally

and goes on this rant about how you shouldn't have jumped in to help him-

and youre like "oh hi dick"

because he's in civies

and you both kind of just go "shit the other person knows now"

because yes, dick knows youre h/n and you know dickie is robin

*screaming*

but it all works out though

somewhat

because you two kiss somewhere after the initial panic had died down

but you don't really talk about that much

its like friends who kiss each other

but its fun!

and it agonizes wally and kaldur

so

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[dcmarvelshit]

I keep seeing people headcanoning Bernard knows and yeah, I like that. 

Like, what is not cool about a little shit like Bernard making outlandish theories for Tim to hear, just because he likes how it makes Tim smile in amusement? 

The quiet understanding when Tim realize that Bernard knows and is waiting for Tim to tell him when Tim is ready? So they hint and make quiet jokes about it but never outright say anything. 

But, slowly: 

The little “Stay Safe :)” messages Tim gets every time he goes on a mission 

Tim doing parts of cases in front of Bernard and Bernard making little theories (that sometimes works) 

Bernard keeping a well-stocked first aid kit around the apartment

Tim doesn’t make it to date night, but Bernard waits up for him 

Tim injured and needs first aid and goes back to where Bernard is and Bernard helping him with first aid, insisting this is a dream and making jokes about him being still asleep - a quiet zipping of the mouth, a wink, and a smug smile. 

Tim introducing plans to keep Bernard safe - Bernard accepting them because... (They still remember. Bernard remembers Darla and when he does, there is no pain in his chest, not anymore, but there is still a quiet mourning that one will have at the remembrance of a person, Bernard sometimes still wakes up with a nightmare at night - gunshots ringing in his ears, blood, fear - a new sense of danger)

 Bernard making conspiracy theories in front of the batfam members and watching as they try not to crack and Tim realizing what he is doing and going along with it and encouraging it 

Bernard refusing to let this secret slip, so he makes stories and alibis up with hints of truth to help make the lies believable. 

Bernard starts recording and taking more pictures of him and Tim (because he knows - he knows maybe one day, Tim might not come back - that there will be a time where resurrection won’t work, there will be a time where Bernard might get hurt because you never know what is going to happen - after all, a gang war reached his school and he was just an ordinary high school kid at that time, what about now? With one of the Robins? With someone who is well-known in the superhero community? No chances. Bernard learned to take no chances.) (and maybe little stories, told like bullshit, told like stories instead of memories, he writes them down, hidden in a journal.)

Tim teaching Bernard different fighting styles and languages because Bernard genuinely wanted to learn. 

A secret coded language they develop together in case. 

Tim keeping tabs on Bernard’s schedule (because it still there - Stephanie, Conner, his dad... you never know.) 

Them just... sitting with this quiet understanding b/c Bernard might be passionate about Robin, might be a fanboy, might love conspiracy theories, might be a little shit - doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand the dangers so he keeps his mouth shut and lets Tim take his time. 

(and well, if Tim laughs and smiles when Bernard talks about Robin are clones again, then Bernard is going to keep talking about it) 

[smalls-words]

My Little Martian

Summary: Where M’gann’s shapeshifting, although cool and incredibly useful, has a drastic effect on her mental health that you know just how to comfort.

Pairing: M’gann M’orzz/Miss Martian x GN!Reader (Zatanna!Sister)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Derogatory terms (alien), body dysmorphia, painful crying (to read and to write), light mention of making out.

Words: 1,347

Requested: yes/NO

A/N: This was actually painful to write, since I have body dysmorphia as well. If you feel the same, you are loved, for every part that makes you you.

*gif not mine*

You loved being a part of The Team, especially with your sister Zatanna. Your missions were amazing, they were all so nice and humorous in their own ways - Kaldur found human things odd, so you had to explain some to him. Wally explained science to you, Gray loved to show off the gadgets he built, and Cassie enjoyed it when you would braid her hair and talk for hours with her. 

And let’s not forget your stunning, beautiful, powerful Martian for a girlfriend.

M’gann, Megan to those at school, was yours - she held a smile only for you, a greeting, a hug, a mental bond, just for you. You were her safe space, and even if you didn’t know it, she needed you now more than ever. 

She sat alone in her room, staring at the mirror as she thought back to what someone had said to her that day. A car chase had led through the suburban streets of the local town and almost collided with a crossing full of children. 

And whilst parents were forever thankful, the driver was not. 

“You just broke my nose!”

“Watch where you’re going next time!” She huffed back, checking on one of the kids that had scraped his hand.

“You okay, little guy?”

“You totalled my friggin’ car!” The man yelled again, blood dripping from his nose as his anger rippled over M’gann and she stood up. 

“Before you totalled all these kids!”

“You better get out of my face, you filthy alien!” 

She closed her eyes as the pain in that moment washed over her again, bringing a tear to her eye. She hated that word, despised it with every cell in her body, even if it met the standard Earthian definition. 

It waded into her nightmares, bringing about her greatest fears and warping them into a vision as she remembered last night’s.

You stood in front of her, glaring at her as she stood in her most comfortable form with her pyjamas on. 

“Do you mind changing your skin to a normal skin colour please?” You grumbled, fiddling with your earrings after a night out.

“I was worried for you. You were gone for so long, I was about to call Conner-”

“I was with Cassie, we were fine.” You huffed, placing the earring down before going to the other one.

You glanced at her reflection, her eyes staring back at you worriedly, and you threw your arms up in the air in annoyance. “Can you just look normal for once?! Enough of this façade; you’re not even a Green Martian!”

She inhaled deeply as she opened her eyes, her reflection almost glitching as she couldn’t decide on what form to take. Green? White? Human? Would that satisfy you in her wild nightmares?

Without even knocking, you entered the room you knew as your safe space and grinned at the presence of your girlfriend.

“Hey, love - wanna watch Hello Megan? Gar says it’s on right now.” You asked, turning the TV on at the end of the bed, humming along to the theme song before you noticed M’gann hadn’t moved towards you like normal.

“Baby? You okay, tesora (treasure)?” 

You stood as she made no sounds, but when you saw her skin flicker from green to white, you immediately moved so that you could see her reflection and it broke you. Your girlfriend was sobbing silently, her mouth open in a silent wail, and you immediately hugged her from behind to hold her up.

“Hey, hey, hey - what’s the matter? Honey…” You cooed, brushing her hair between your fingers before it disappeared.

“I can’t…” She cracked, her quiet voice breaking you.

M’gann was normally a happy, boisterous person. It’s what drew you to her in the first place - her sweet nature, kind heart, and abilities that were the most useful in the team besides yourself and your sister. 

“Y-Y/N/N, please don’t leave me. I promise, I’ll look like whatever you want me to look like, just don’t leave me.” She sobbed in your arms and you knew better than to keep her standing. 

Instead, you brought her onto the massive bed, fit for her White Martian form. Her back rested on your left arm whilst the other held her head against your chest, knowing that your beating heart would calm her slightly.

“M’gann, my precious little Martian, why the tears?” You whispered softly in her ears, watching as her shapeshifting calmed and she eased back into the Green Martian shape you adored, her long hair matching the TV character paused on the screen.

“S-Somebody called m-me a…” Her voice hitched and she couldn’t continue without her voice cracking, which she knew you hated - but only because you ‘hated seeing her sad’, you had reminded her so many times and now it was almost drilled into her brain.

“Who called my baby those disgusting words?” You asked firmly bur lovingly, lifting her eyes to meet yours and you fell in love once more.

“Some guy I s-stopped with Kaldur yes-yesterday…” 

You pulled her in tighter to you and, with her permission, searched her mind for the face of the man. You instantly relayed the thought to Zatanna, knowing she’d either have her tongue down Gray’s throat or be close enough for him to match the face.

“Look at me, M’gann.” You muttered, stroking her quivering bottom lip before you pressed your foreheads together.

“I know that’s not the whole story. My baby doesn’t react like this when a stupid human calls her a slur, let alone a man.” You brushed your lips with her nose, pecking it softly before moving back.

“Will you guide me?” You offered your hand and opened your mind, waiting patiently for her to make the first move.

She nodded slowly, taking both parts of you, and led you through to her nightmare that brought tears and anger to your soul. You hated that image of yourself, wanting to kill it then and there, but you knew it was just a dream and you soon left her mind.

You sniffled, your teary thoughts having become a reality, and you tightened your hug around your girlfriend. 

“Esolc eht rood. Yltofs. (Close the door. Softly.)” You muttered, a golden sheen at your hand that made the door do exactly what you said, nothing but a click of the lock disturbing your peace. 

“My darling M’gann, I will never be ashamed of your looks. It is your body and your mind, not mine or anyone else’s. And you wanna know something pretty cool?” You grinned softly, kissing the corners of her eyes and she nodded.

“When I first met you, I didn’t actually see you. I saw your soul and I still see it now.” Your eyes glowed golden and M’gann felt her heart melt even further, the hue enhancing your natural colour. 

“It burns with such passion, such emotion, and… so much love that I feel like my heart will explode every time I see you. This planet is filled with so much hate, for you and for other non-terrestrials alike. They know how special you are, I know how special you are, but the difference between me and them is that they let their greed win. I will never - you are my tesora, and I will treasure you for as long as you will let me.”

You placed a few more chaste kisses on her face, brushing her freckles, dimples, scars and anything you could get your hands on.

“I love you, no matter whether you wear green skin or white. You are M’gann M’orzz, and nothing can or will change that. Okay?” You asked, leaning in close to wait for her lips. 

“Thank you.” She whispered, kissing you softly.

After changing into some comfy pyjamas, you grinned and she rolled her eyes, giving you a pair that smelled exactly like her - earthy and honey. You snuggled the collar against your nose and inhaled deeply, making her giggle as she crawled on top of you and laid her head on your chest.

“My Y/N/N. My little magician.”

“My little Martian.” You whispered back, grinning as you kissed her once more.

She tucked her head underneath your chin and eyed the TV screen as her favourite show played, her fingers dancing on your chest to the music and lightly scratching it to soothe herself when the characters talked. Swirls decorated your chest, leaving behind no marks, and you simply tucked the bed sheets over her as she descended into a peaceful slumber.

Oh yeah - you were whipped.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do a dick Grayson x Avatar like fem reader with either a jealous Babs or Zatanna I hope that made sense🥲

True Love’s Kiss

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 4.1K

@writing2sirvive : Hi love, me again but with a request this time. If you have time of course. I was thinking true love’s kiss with Dick Grayson. You can go crazy with it because I know you love Dick Grayson as much as I do. Btw I love your writing so much.

A/N: I think I did it wrong...cuz even though this is a Dick Grayson x reader fic, it’s mostly centred around reader and Zatanna???? Sorry about that???

You were fine with knowing that Dick was still friends with most of his exes. You completely accepted that he was able to keep functional relationships with most of them. In fact, it showed you how amicable and neutral Dick was and how he never held any grudges against people.

Of course, you were surprised by the sheer number. And the fact that he seems to interact with them practically every day. But eventually you managed not to let yourself get too bothered by it.

I mean, how could you? Barbara was the smartest, funniest, most approachable person you had ever met. She always made sure not to overstep her boundaries and was unusually open with you, given that Dick was her ex-boyfriend.

Raquel was adventurous and fun and you always had a good time when you were around her. She was another one who was respectful of your relationship. She never brought up her past flings with Dick, nor did she ever try and put you down. In fact, she was one of the people who really shipped the two of you.

You liked most of his exes. To the point where it made Dick kind of uncomfortable.

You liked most of his exes.

Ever since you had joined the team, being introduced as Nightwing’s significant other, Zatanna had been a constant thorn in your side. She was nice and sweet but there was something about her that rubbed you the wrong way. You could tell almost immediately that she wasn’t quite over her relationship with Dick. Short as it was.

Or maybe she was just the type of person who didn’t want someone, but didn’t want others to have the same person either.

Nonetheless, being around her put you constantly on edge. You lost count of how many times she redirected a conversation to be about her previous relationship with your boyfriend. ‘Oh, Dick took you to a fancy restaurant for your birthday? Well, I remember back when we were dating, he threw a huge party for me on mine.’

‘Oh, you celebrated your one-year anniversary with Dick in Paris? Well during our 3-month-aversary he bought me an expensive necklace.’

It didn’t bother you in the slightest. At least, not in the way that she hoped. It didn’t make you insecure or doubt or feel intimidated by her. It was just an annoyance that you couldn’t shake off, like the teacher you didn’t like or your annoying neighbour.

Unfortunately, Zatanna couldn’t take a hint that it made you and your friends (Barbara and Raquel included) uncomfortable and slightly irritated. Yet, everyone was just waiting for you to express the slightest distaste, not wanting to step on your toes. However, they were quick to change the topic in case they thought she was going too far.

Dick had been blissfully unaware of everything and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you needed was this turning into some sort of issue, especially since Zatanna was still his teammate.

However today you had enough.

You could look past Zatanna’s petty jealousy but allowing the jealousy to come to the forefront during a mission was where you drew the line.

Dick, M’Gann and Conner had been on a covert mission for Batman and out of the country and under team vote decided that you should be made in charge until he returned, since you were the only other older member (other than Zatanna but you were voted leader unanimously. Something you were extremely proud about). That was well and good, until you had been given a mission.

Regardless of how much you did not want to work with Zatanna without the others there to wrangle her, you had to put your personal feelings aside when you had a mission to complete.

You thought you could both be professionals about it and act like mature adults.

You were dead wrong.

If it wasn’t disagreements, it was insubordination. If it wasn’t insubordination, it was blatant arrogance. She questioned your judgment in front of the other members and even had the nerve to argue with you about mission strategies. You were trying to look out for everyone and put yourself in the line of fire since the squad members were better at stealth.

Zatanna seemed to think you were trying to steal the show and insisted that she be partnered with you even though you wanted someone with the younger members to keep them safe.

When you relented and agreed to go stealth, she accused you of ducking out and intentionally trying to put her in danger. The others had to watch as steam practically came out of your ears when you relented once again and decided you’d be with her because you honestly couldn’t argue with her much longer.

As if that wasn’t infuriating enough.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she refused to work as a team, putting the mission at risk and nearly getting the both of you hurt. She was fighting on her own, not bothering to have your back and going into it alone. Obviously, the two of you were overpowered quickly once they realized that you were pretty much behaving solo.

Luckily, the others pulled through and got you both out of there before anything horrible happened.

You sat in the ship, jaw clenched so tightly that they swore they could hear your teeth cracking, fists nearly white as you tried to control your anger and keep yourself from screaming at her while you were still in the air.

Once the ship landed in the docking bay and Zatanna was the first one to leave without saying another word, you snapped.

“What the hell did you think you were doing today!” You growled out, fisting her collar and stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you talking about?” She feigned innocence and you felt your skin burning. Everything around you faded out and all you could feel was fury. In hindsight, you would have liked to handle this issue in a more refined manner, but you honestly couldn’t care.

So, you didn’t notice the rest of the team, along with the a few members of the Justice League watching you chew Zatanna out.

Whatever would keep you from lighting her on fire was enough.

“I’m talking about putting the mission, not to mention ourselves in jeopardy, all because you can’t stop acting like a spoilt brat!” You hissed.

She rolled her eyes and you and the thought of strangling her briefly crossed your mind before she shoved your hands off her, dusting herself off like your fingerprints were dirt, “You need to stop blaming others for your inadequacy.”

She turned on her heel sharply and walked away. Blood pounded through your ears and your fingers twitched by their sides before you formed a whip of water from the bay and lashed it against her feet.

Zatanna, caught off guard, was thrown across the room before she caught herself with a muttered spell and turned around, glaring at you furiously.

“We’re going to settle things, right here, right now!”

“If you would stop being so insecure, then we could sort out our differences like mature adults!” She screamed back at you and before you could control it, flames erupted from beneath your feet and raced towards her, scorching the ground beneath it.

Each puff of breath you took released sparks. Zatanna immediately got into an offensive stance, levitating one of the weapons crates and chucking at you. You blocked it effortlessly using a wall of earth before throwing an inferno at her.

You kept fighting, flames and splashes of water going into the air every time you collided. The others watched in fear as you both raced towards each other, it looked like neither of you were holding back.

Before you could strike her again, you were being pulled away by Superman and as Zatanna was by Batman, they both pulled you yards apart. Even with his strong, authoritative grip on you, you couldn’t stop thrashing in his arms, throwing gusts of air at her.

“(Y/N). Enough.” Superman spoke in your ear and you calmed down, relaxing in his grip. He let you go after and you winced, feeling your skin bruise where he grabbed you. He gave you an apologetic glance at that.

“You both have to put your differences aside and work as a team or you won’t be allowed to go on any more missions.” Batman told you, voice firm but it didn’t shake you.

“No, Zatanna is going to have to put her issues with me aside and learn that when I have been elected as leader of the squad then you are supposed to put your petty jealousy aside and know your place.” You spat.

“You weren’t right for the position!”

“I did everything right! And if it hadn’t been for you, we wouldn’t have been under open fire tonight!”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

“When I am the leader of the squadron then I am! And you’re meant to listen and not question my judgement because you’re being blinded by your pathetic jealously!”

“I’m not jealous of you!”

“Oh, please! That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard from you and it was all proved today! Admit it! You were immature and fucking stupid because you can’t get over that fact that you dated Dick for what? 3 months?”

“That’s because he’s supposed to be with me!” 

“LIKE HELL HE IS!” You roared.

Batman felt a little helpless watching the two of you scream at each other. All this fighting? Over a boy? His son, no less? He had other sons and you were free to have your pick. But at this point, he wasn’t even sure what to say.

“You just can’t seem to accept the fact that he doesn’t love you anymore! Get over it! Because he certainly has!” You shouted, spinning on your heel and stomping away from her, determined to have the last word. Superman sighed in relief. He thought another fight would break out.

“You’re just insecure because you know that if he had the chance, he would come crawling back to me!”

A chill went done your spine and you felt cold fury run through your veins, turning around to glare at her murderously and clenching your hands tightly. You were so angry your feet were rooted to the floor, body seizing up slightly.

The others looked anxiously between the two of you as you glared at each other for a minute before you spoke with the calmest, yet most terrifying voice they’ve ever heard from you.

“Zatanna, you can try your damn hardest to win him back. But I promise you, you’re never going to get what you want.” You told her darkly, before walking away.

As Zatanna glared at your receding figure she decided she was going to prove you wrong.

***

To keep you from fighting with Zatanna again, when Batman came to you with a solo mission you couldn’t agree fast enough. Even though you knew you’d miss Dick’s homecoming, you still wanted to get the hell away from here. Not like you’d be missing anything important, other than Zatanna fawning over him.

You’d get to tell him how much you missed him in private anyway.

As soon as you were out of the cave, you couldn’t help the relief that filled your bones. You had been so on edge the past few days, still furious with her so the distance between the two of you was appreciated.

When Dick got home, he was ecstatic to see you again. It had been nearly 3 weeks since he had last held you and his skin was practically buzzing with excitement when he reached a cave, desperate to hug you, kiss you, touch you.

He got to the mess hall quickly, running all the way there and when he opened the door, he was instantly disappointed. You weren’t there.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked Beast Boy, hoping he would tell him that you were just back at your apartment or that you had gone out for a while and would be back soon but he felt his heart sink when Gar gave him a sympathetic smile.

“She’s on a mission for a week.”

“A mission? Who’s with her?”

“No one. It’s a solo mission.”

Now he was worried. You usually didn’t take solo missions, liking to work in a team, knowing that there would be people who would be watching your back was reassuring. He knew you were more than skilled to handle a solo mission but not being by your side made him nervous and slightly antsy.

He was also upset that you weren’t here. So, he decided to do the most adult thing. Go home and sulk in bed while holding your sweatshirt that smelt like you.

But apparently the world had something against him because when he was about to go through the Zeta tube he was intercepted. By non other than Zatanna.

Now, poor clueless Dick had no idea that you had thrown hands with Zatanna just a day ago and was the reason why you weren’t there to welcome him when he got back. If he had he would’ve sulked at her and whined loudly for her to hear while he dragged his feet.

But, poor clueless Dick had absolutely no idea Zatanna was the reason he was being deprived of your kisses. So, he just smiled brightly at her and asked her if she needed anything.

“As a matter of fact, I found an old spell and I need someone to test it out on!”

“I don’t know how I feel about being your non-scientific experiment, Z.”

“Come on, it’s totally harmless, I promise.”

“I don’t know...”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He did. But there was just something about this situation that made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he missed you like crazy and just wanted to go home and sulk until you came back. Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable to go somewhere private with his ex-girlfriend without telling you first. Or maybe it was because of the way Zatanna felt the need to guilt him into it.

Nevertheless, he agreed, albeit reluctantly and went to her room. Inside Zatanna had a bunch of ruins written on a paper and some weird poultices beside it.

“Now this isn’t going to work unless you give me your consent.” She informed, bustling about the room and Dick suddenly felt the air was a little stuffy.

“What do you mean by consent? Consent for what?”

“It’s a love spell.” She told him, smiling slyly but he couldn’t quite understand why. His hands got a little clammy at the announcement. What did she mean by love spell? Was she trying to get him to fall in love with her? Why would she be so open about it then? Especially when she knew he was in love with someone else?

“What do you mean?”

“Oh relax, stop being so tense. It’s just a love spell that proves who you truly love.” She said, immediately noticing how stiff his body was. Though she chalked it up to confusion. Dick was simply confused about who he loved, he was clouded by his attraction to you and he felt guilty about being unfaithful. But deep down, he really loved her. And this spell would prove it.

“In the olden ages, people would use it on their wedding to prove that their significant other truly loved them.”

He nodded, mouth falling open with realization. He already knew what the answer would be so why even bother? He assumed it was because Zatanna was curious to whether it actually worked.

“Too bad (Y/N) isn’t here, I mean I know who I love but I’d like to try it out on her. I mean, who takes a mission the day before their boyfriend comes back to town.” He complained, more to himself but Zatanna still heard it.

“Anyway, can I cast it on you?”

“Sure, couldn’t hurt.”

Oh, how he’d come to know just how wrong he was.

***

You raced through the halls, panicked, hearing your heart beat out of your chest as you sprinted to the Med Bay. Even though you were running as quick as possible you still pumped your legs to run faster, needing to get there quickly.

As soon as you saw Zatanna outside the Med Bay, you skidded to a stop in front of her and grabbing her collar, pinning her against the wall. She hit it with a thud and she saw white for a second when her head collided with the hard surface.

It was then you got a good look at her face. Her eyes were red and face wet. Her lips were bitten until they bled. You gritted your teeth, grip tightening around the collar as tears pricked your eyes.

“What the hell did you do!”

She whimpered, eyes getting glossy again before she started crying, incomprehensible words leaving her lips and you snarled before shaking her again, “You don’t get to cry! What the hell did you do to him!”

“It was a love spell!” She cried out, “It was supposed to reveal who he truly loves.”

“AND?!”

“It’s activated by a kiss.” She sniffled, “And I did.”

“Is it done?” Dick asked just as she finished casting the spell. His body was enveloped by a slight glow that was only visible to her and Zatanna’s lips curled when she realized it had worked. Now there was only one thing left to do.

“Yep.” She said, slinking over to his side and he pouted curiously.

“Are you sure? I don’t feel any different. You said it was supposed to reveal who I love. What happened?”

“We’re gonna find that out. Hold still.” She said, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his lips. Dick froze, feeling her lips move against his and his mind went blank for a second before his chest contracted painfully.

He gasped against her mouth, before his legs buckled and he tumbled to the ground. Zatanna’s eyes widened when she saw the way his body twitched, pained gasps leaving his mouth and tears began falling from his eyes.

“Are you okay?!” She panicked, wrapping her arms around his thrashing figure but he couldn’t choke out an answer.

“Someone help! Anyone! Please!”

“A kiss doesn’t put people through cardiac arrest!” You screamed, feeling your chest tighten as you heard it out loud for the first time. Your eyes began burning and your throat contracted, feeling tears build. It was the first time you had admitted it to yourself.

You were scared. Emotions that you could barely process or understand swirled around you in a dark cloud and you were scared that Dick wouldn’t make it out of his critical state. If he was taken away from you because you hadn’t been there to stop it, you would never forgive yourself.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, sobbing and her body went limp in your fists. The urge to rip her head off her shoulders resurfaced. She didn’t get to be upset, not when this was all her fault.

“I don’t give a shit.” You hissed, “How do we save him?”

“A true love’s kiss should stop all the side effects.” She whispered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “If Dick truly loves you, then when you kiss him, it’ll reverse the spell.”

You needed to get in there.

You released your hold and Zatanna and she slid to the floor pathetically, holding her body as she cried. But even with her heartbroken sobs, you couldn’t feel any sort of remorse to her, glaring at her instead, “You better hope this works. Or I’ll kill you myself.”

And then you rushed in.

When you got to Dick’s side your breath stuttered when you noticed just how many things he was connected to and you felt your body shake. Batman was carefully watching him from his bedside.

You carefully walked to his side, gently brushing your fingers against his cheekbone. He looked like he was in so much pain. He looked so weak. You wanted to help him but a part of you was scared. For the first time in your life, you doubted Dick’s feelings for you.

The time you needed his love and devotion to be true the most, you were doubtful. A million thoughts rushed through your head and for a second you were tempted to just avoid doing this at all. But you knew that you had to at least try.

So, with trembling hands, you held the ventilator fastened to his mouth, taking a deep breath before tugging it off. Batman, already knowing what you were about to do, let you pull it off him before pressing a fluttering kiss to his lips. Tears gathered underneath your lashes when you didn’t feel anything happen.

Just when you were about to pull away, Dick took a deep breath through his nose and panted against your mouth, kissing you more firmly. You couldn’t help the sob that bubbled out of your throat and he swallowed it without any qualms.

Even through bleary vision, you were able to make out his blue eyes and the small smile on his face. 

His hands came up to weakly cup for cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs, “I missed you.”

You sniffled, letting more tears fall because you knew he’d be here to wipe them away, “I missed you too.”

***

Bonus:

You walked into the mess hall quietly. Dick had just fallen asleep in the Med Bay where he would be kept for a couple days under observation. It was past 1 in the night and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed but you had some unfinished business left to handle.

It was dark and it was hard to make out your surroundings until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. As you walked to the kitchen island, your eyes landed on the sorceress that had her head in her arms and wondered if she was asleep. Batman had said you were free to deal with her anyway you liked and that had been exactly your plan.

“He’s okay now, if you’re curious.” You told her. Her head shot up and she looked at you out of the corner of her eye before bowing it away shamefully. But you caught a glance at her face. She looked like she had been crying for hours, eyes bloodshot and face red and blotchy.

“Thank god.” She croaked out.

There was a beat of silence.

“I’m so so sorry, (Y/N).” Zatanna whimpered out before crying again, “You were right. I was jealous. And I did a crazy, wrong thing. And I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, nodding at her apology even though you knew she couldn’t see you. You weren’t sure if you accepted it, and you didn’t have to. For now, it could remain in the air.

“He really doesn’t love me....” She whispered out and you sighed once again, stepping up beside her and setting something on the table.

Zatanna glanced at the bottle of tequila and the two shot glasses you left. You didn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare straight ahead. You opened the bottle, pouring yourself a shot before tilting your head back and downing it, hissing at the burn.

“Obligatory break-up drink.” You mumbled, pouring her a shot and passing the glass to her.

She sniffled, looking at the glass in her hands before gulping it down. You took a deep breath, refilling the glasses. You still didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her, just poured a refill when either of you finished and downed it in one gulp. The excitement from today and the tense feeling from sitting beside Zatanna kept you from getting drunk too early.

You two ended up finishing half the bottle, drinking in the dark until she passed out first and you followed soon after.

The others found you the next morning, passed out at the kitchen island, clutching empty shot glasses.

***

Bonus bonus:

Batman sighed, smelling the overwhelming scent of tequila as he came closer. None of them were able to wake either of you up. You were out cold, face scrunched up and head against the table in a position that would no doubt have your neck in a crick.

Zatanna was no better. Her hair was a mess, tequila spilt on her clothes and she was drooling all over the table, snoring unattractively.

“All this over a boy?”

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could you write a dating headcanon for conner kent (young justice) x mutant! reader?

Ooooh yes I can! Let’s give this one a shot then, shall we?

Conner Kent x Mutant!Reader Headcanons

Mutant!Reader AU

TW: None

Genre: Little bit of everything, but mostly fluff

YN Pronouns: Not specified

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Word Count: 1.1K

So for story’s sake let’s say your mutation was something simple. You have the ability to turn invisible, the only problem is that you can’t necessarily control it yet. 

You, at the moment, involuntarily turn invisible when your heart rate goes above 110 beats per minute, which makes certain things very hard.

This, obviously, leads to some interesting events with Superboy and although they usually end in laughs, sometimes not so much.

Such as the first time he found out you had this ability, you had done a good job at hiding it up until you decided to bake muffins and Wally ran up next to you so suddenly, obviously scaring you, and thus prompting you to turn entirely invisible for nearly an entire day.

Cue a very shocked Connor. How else would you expect him to react when you suddenly turned invisible? Truth be told he thought Wally hid you somewhere until you punched the speedster and sent him flying across the room.

The entire day was filled with Conner’s voice booming around the head quarters, and always the same two phrases: “(Y/N) knock something over if you’re in this room” or “Dammit, (Y/N), where’d you go now?” followed by him blindly waving his hands around to feel around for you.

Then your invisibility wore off and he found you lying down on the kitchen counter looking more done with everything than when you slipped and fell on your face in front of Queen Bee way back when.

Explaining to him the details was easy enough after that, what wasn’t easy enough was staying visible during battle. To avoid this you’d have to wear a sash gifted to you by Zatanna which apparently stayed visible despite your usual habit of turning everything you touch, well, invisible, so that was helpful.

Maybe I shouldn’t tell you about your first kiss with Conner.

Actually, yes I will.

It was electrifying, of course, you don’t think that there will be anything that will ever top it, for you, that is.

But with butterflies in your stomach comes your racing heart and whoops, over the 110 threshold and suddenly you could hear Dick cracking up about something that had to do with Conner looking like he was kissing the air and oh god, oh no.

Dick never made fun of him again that’s for sure.

Regardless after a few years into the relationship your heart stopped beating as fast when you were around the perhaps love of your life, and although for you it saved the embarrassment, Conner often found it a new source of his never ending insecurities, which I mean in an endearing way, I should make clear.

On one hand it means that you’re comfortable with him, but on the other hand what if you were starting to get bored of him? Things like this always worried him to no end and you being you would have to step in and pull him back into the reality that was that he’d have to deal with his disappearing act of a significant other forever.

Luckily for the both of you, that’s a fate that you’re both willing to run towards.

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Lukewarm Waffles

 Kory & Gar | Family-fic | 1k 

Gar’s first reaction to being confronted by Kory’s bright smile and sparkling green eyes when he opened his bedroom’s door was to flinch. And when the smile broke and Kory bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling, her eyes lowering in sadness; Gar wondered if he ever managed to turn into a kangaroo he’d be able to punch himself really hard.

Although he was not doing that do be man, and after all the recent events – and others no so recent… What was the bad guys deal with making Dick and Kory hurt him about? – he had plausible reason to react the way he did. But there was something dreadful in making the woman who was currently filling the mom-shaped void in his heart cry. And to add insult to injury, he followed her gaze down and noticed that she was carrying a tray. Way to go, Garfield! Jerk of the year!

“Hey, Kory!” he finally blurted.

“Morning, Gar. I made you breakfast.”

Gar tried really hard to look excited, but there was a reason why he had become his family’s official cook. Both Dick’s and Kory’s – especially Kory’s – cooking sucked.

She seemed to read his stiff expression and that made the smile ease back into her face, accompanied by a mischievous glint in her eyes as she let herself into his room. Gar let out some of his tension then, he’d eat all the disgusting blob in the world if that made Kory happy.

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“I’m joking, kid. I bought you waffles from that vegan restaurant you and Dick like.”

He closed the door and let out a relived laugh.

“You didn’t need, Kory…”

After a moment of contemplation, she apparently decided that the bed was better than his messy worktable and sat the tray and herself on his unmade bed.

“No, I did. Gar… I’m so sorry.”

“Kory…”

“No, I don’t want you try to apologize for me, everything you said when I let you out from the trunk of the car was true. We promised to take care of you, and we’ve been failing, hard. I have been failing you. A couple of lukewarm waffled can’t make up for it, obviously, but I just wanted you to feel seen.”

Suddenly there was a giant raccoon living inside Gar’s throat. He closed his eyes hard trying to swallow it down. And when he opened his eyes again, Kory was standing up. She threw her arms around him, and Gar choked, holding her hard too. She smelt like sunlight, home, and expensive perfume. And even though they were nothing alike, he thought about Rita, and when she held him like that when he was little, scared at the way the Doom Manor’s pipes moaned and creaked at night, and his heart ached.

“It’s okay, kid, let it go.”

“Sorry,” he sniffled, still holding her for dear life. “I don’t blame you, Kory. Or Dick. And I don’t mean everything I said…”

“Gar…”

“No, please,” he said pushing her gently away, “let me speak. I love taking care of all of you. I feel useful, you know? And I know you guys care about me. If you didn’t, I’d be still be being experimented by Lex Luthor’s scientists or in the basement of Doom Mansion. But this is nice too. Thank you.”

She still looked a half unconvinced when she sat down on his bed again.

“Come, eat your breakfast.”

Gar took a few ragged breaths and cleaned his face with the back of his hands, hopped in the same place and shook his shoulders to expurgate the bad vibes, and sat beside Kory, cracking a big grin before starting to stuff his face.

“Can’t believe you found this here in Gotham. I didn’t know they were a franchise.”

“Apparently there are people that hate food everywhere.”

“Come on, Kor, try one!”

She made a disgusted face.

“Nah, they are yours, kid, enjoy.”

“Hey, don’t tell Conner I cried, please.”

Kory rolled her eyes.

“There is nothing wrong with crying, Gar.”

“Yeah, but-“

“No buts,” and both of them giggled. Kory picked a blueberry from Gar’s plate popping inside her mouth. “When you threw up everything you’ve been holding, as much as it hurt to hear, I still find relief that you felt like you could tell those things to me, and that you had the language to express it too. A lot of people can’t, because they grew up in a place that never nurtured them to develop these abilities.”

“You mean Dick.”

Kory sighed.

“And Jason too. And as much as I am angry with both of them, I‘m more angry at myself because they didn’t feel safe enough to be open like you did.”

“That’s not on you, Kory. That’s on them,” and Batman, Gar added inside his heart.

“Is it really? I’m not sure. Here on Earth people act like everybody is on their own. I used to think this was freeing and amazing, I never got to be just Koriand’r, just myself, when I was in Tamaran. But now I miss the sense of responsibility everyone has to each other back home. Or at least everyone should have. Look at Komand’r… I failed her too.”

Gar didn’t know what to say about that. Kory and her sister was a whole can of warms he was not ready to handle. The other day he had joked about not believing she was really an alien, and the joke had been inspired by his contemplations about how sometimes Kory seemed the only one of their messy family that knew how to human. He just munched his waffles and ignored his disappearing blueberries, stealing one or two glances of Kory, she could be in Tamaran for what her lost gaze concerned.

And them Gar remembered that when they returned to Wayne Manor it was late and everyone was asleep.

“About your sister,” he said, bringing Kory back to Earth, “did you tell Dick we brought her here?”

Kory blinked, and then her face morphed in one of absolute horror.

“Fuck.”

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Just wanted to write a little mummy and son moment. I’m very happy Titans writers are finally hearing us and giving us Gar and Kory content. Kory or Rita, Gar is a mum’s little boy, and that’s how we love him.

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