You're honestly so close to getting me into nico/jack it isn't even funny anymore 😂
Anyway, if you're willing, give me the final push there and/or your fave fic (if you're reading any). I know I am tempting fate here but... Yolo. 😌 I accept it.
Come, friend, to the dark side. no, seriously, though, they make me ridiculously happy. Like, we don't have to do anything as a fandom because they already do the gay and the loving for us.
I must confess I haven't been reading much lately because work and life have been complicated enough to keep me from doing much more than reblogging a few things here and there. BUT my past self used to read, so I have a few treats for you, <3
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Melt the ice, by theaa
Summary:
So, like—was he just not supposed to notice, or—?
So, so, so good!
Caveat Emptor, by Kerfluffle
Summary:
Two months of advance preparation—memorizing detailed building blueprints, stalking specialists on LinkedIn, reading The $12 Million Stuffed Shark—and Nico gets fucked over by his turtleneck.
Or, Nico lands himself in hot water after a recon mission goes awry.
Delightful and sweet.
50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, by Kerfluffle
Summary:
Unlike some supernatural disasters, theirs starts ordinary—with a harmless bar bet.
Fluffy, horny and funny. Great characterization.
kiss me on the mouth (set me free), by coastalhighway
Summary:
Headlights as bright as Jack’s should be illegal, probably.
Nico locks the door behind him - three twists, one two three - and counts his steps to the car. He gets to twenty-seven and opens the door, and Jack smiles at him, sharp as a razor’s edge. He smells like smoke.
“You good, baby?” he says, and Nico wonders if he tastes like smoke, too. Smoke and lies and broken mirrors, a nasally voice whispers in his ear, breath hot on his cheek. You broke the mirror, soothsayer, sweet-talker. Liar, liar.
Nico sits down in the passenger seat. “Drive.”
Jack doesn’t bother asking questions. He drives.
Gorgeous.
Jack calling Nico "baby" has me !!!
deep into that darkness, by countthestars
Summary:
Quinn’s whole thing is talking to the dead, but Jack’s gift is dealing with the living.
Amazing. Quinn needs a nap and jack is a brat. I love him a lot.
Double Play, by dilangley
Summary:
This is minor league baseball, long days in little towns no one’s ever heard of playing games no one will remember once the lights go out.
This one blew my mind and broke my heart simultaneously even though I know nothing about baseball.
sense of expectation, by greenteam
Summary:
“No, no, hear me out on this…” Jack’s mind is running a million miles a minute as he tries to compile his thoughts into something even vaguely coherent. “I don’t have to go out and find someone new to be in family photos who I know I’m gonna turn around and dump the next week. And you get a free invite to the Hollywood wedding of the century.”
Nico looks pensive as he lounges back on the sheets. “I think Ellen would give me an invite anyway.”
Jack facewashes him for that.
(or: 5 +1 plus ones)
Adorable.
won’t believe half the things i see inside my head, by rafting
Summary:
Jack can’t perfectly shift into anyone anyway; he has to concentrate and base his shifts on what he’s seen, what he knows of someone else’s face and body. So he’s never a perfect copy, often missing freckles or getting the hair or eye shades slightly off. He can’t shift his own dick into someone else’s if he’s never seen it, which is what most guys want to know.
He thinks he’s got Nico’s face down pretty well. He’s spent enough time looking at it by now.
or, the USNTDP is a program designed to help mutant hockey players control their powers, and Jack’s a shapeshifter who is starting to suspect Nico can read his mind.
Very interesting concept.
take the wheel, by greenteam
Summary:
Nico rakes a hand through his hair. “I just worry. That’s my job. You drive, I worry.”
“I thought your job was to fix,” Jack says instead of doing something stupid like kissing Nico.
Just !!!
The tag is thriving, though, so I've probably only scratched the surface. I need to get go back and start reading again. One day soon.
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I feel like I've complained about Tim's email situation in Gotham Knights before (edit: I have), but the truth of it is just so funny.
He's signed up for so many podcasts, video game streamers, and random news alerts; it's just a constant barrage of data going straight into his constantly whirring brain. Hell, he even floats the idea of the Batfamily having their own podcast as a way to correct misinformation about them (which Jason shoots down instantly), and it's made me realize something.
Timothy Drake would be a YouTuber.
In this universe specifically, Timothy Jackson Drake, the heir to Drake Industries and the foster son of the late Bruce Wayne would be a YouTuber.
Think about it. It'd be the perfect cover. Who would ever suspect that some 16-year-old nepo baby with a YouTube channel could ever be Red Robin? You'd have to be mad. I mean, look at him.
Red Robin just dropped out of literal thin air and garotted someone four times his size, and you expect anyone to believe that's the same kid who does 24-hour Minecraft charity streams and occasionally drops 6-hour video essays (his last one was on Lex Luthor's illegal bit mining operation on the moon)?
That kid?
You think that kid is Red Robin?
Ch'yah, okay, sure. And the Joker is funny 🤡.
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Take your time of answering this. No rush 😊
I’m curious after Jason been knighted as a Red Knight and first dealing with the Flash Fam screwing up the flow of time… Again…
A Flash: messes up the timestream
Jason:
Now, keep in mind Jason had been fucking with the Flash Fam prior to being formally knighted. Being knighted as Fright Knight(or Red Knight in this case) just gives him a bit of a power up and also gives him a good deal of authority in the 'Realms.
Now what was really scary was the first time Jason went after a Flash fucking with the timestream while in his Red Knight armor.
Just. This hulking suit of armor and ghostly flames running at them like the Terminator and. They're the FLASH fam. They're supposed to be the fastest people around. Yet they can't outrun this full on armored tank of a being.
When he catches up to whichever Flash is responsible he just scruffs them like misbehaving kittens and shakes them.
"Stop. Fucking. With. Time. You. Little. Shit." And a few more shakes for good measure. And whichever Flash it is just nods meekly. Because what else are you gonna do when this man who is more built than Superman, faster than you, who is coated in black and red armor literally radiating flames picks you up like you weigh nothing more than a wet paper bag and scolds you like a puppy who piddled on the carpet?
You agree and then offer to buy him chilidogs. (All of the Flash Fams know the big tank dude likes chilidogs, the skinny eldritch nightmare likes burgers)
Danny and Jason are the Flash Fam's version of those scary sea stories sailors tell each other. They're what goes bump in the night.
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