#also the fact that that is Bruce sitting in the middle of a meeting with the justice league about hamsters XD
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Like father like son
#Batman#Robin#dc#comic#comic panels#funny#they are little detectives#little emo detectives#and I love them#also the fact that that is Bruce sitting in the middle of a meeting with the justice league about hamsters XD
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thinking about meeting the batfam for the first time as dick's gf...
Your palms are sweaty as you get ready, something simple Dick had said. ‘It’s just dinner, gorgeous.’
But you know of Bruce Wayne and simple doesn’t seem like what he does.
Still, you go with something classy and casual- a dress. A yellow spring dress that’s all the way to the floor and patterned with little green and blue flowers.
Dick comes in just as you finish your makeup and whistles. “Goddamn,” immediately his hands fall to your hips, pulling you into him the second you set your lip liners down. “You’re a smoke show.”
You giggle and will heat not to flush into your cheeks. “Dick,” he shakes his head. Kissing you quickly and then pulling away.
“It’s going to be great, don’t stress it. Everyone’s gonna love you.” He seems to think his words over as he looks you up and down again. “Actually, Damien might love you a little too much.”
“Dick, he’s a kid.” Damien is the youngest of the Wayne’s; only around thirteen.
When you get to Wayne Manor, you’re glad you’ve worn a dress, Jason is dressed up in soft pants and a polo, Bruce is wearing a black shirt and black dress pants, Dick is matching you a little- blue shirt and soft pants and Damien looks at least a little uncomfortable in the smart clothes he’s in.
“Dick, I really did think you were lying about having a girlfriend.” Jason says and he scowls good naturedly.
“Well, she’s real. Baby this is Jason,” he points to each of them. “Damien and the big guy’s Bruce. Guys, this is Y/N.”
“Hi, nice to meet you,” you say shyly and they all say the same. Damien who scowls and talks in mostly grumbles through the dinner seems to open up to you and takes pride in saying something flirty just to piss off Dick.
“So what do you do?” Bruce asks and you smile, setting your cutlery down to take a sip of your drink.
“I teach pre-school for now.” You answer honestly and Bruce’s eyebrows shoot up.
“For now?” You nod politely.
“I’m not sure if I want to venture into elementary or middle school or remain with the younger groups. They’re fun, but I also think teaching a group a couple years older would be fun as well.”
Bruce nods, “Maybe you can get a day in Damien’s school to see what it would be like.”
Dick smiles at the offer, knowing the old man doesn’t do that with just anyone.
“So I’d get to see you all day?” Damien asks with a smile and you take a peak at Dick to see him scowling.
“You’re pushing you luck Al Ghul.” Dick says and you roll your eyes.
“Ignore him, he’s all talk no bite.” You whisper to Damien who seems pleased with the fact that you are willing to mess with Dick.
“Want to take a walk around?” Dick asks after the plates are taken away and you nod, taking his hand as he helps you out of the chair and leads you down a hallway.
“They’re nice.” You whisper and Dick grins.
“Yeah? Bruce likes you a lot.” He says honestly and just to see if it’s a real or pretend annoyance you say,
“So does Damien.” Dick rolls his eyes.
“I told you he’d love you too much,” he sighs as you reach a landing. “But he is a kid and he likes being a little shit with me more than the others.”
“Is this your old room, Grayson?” You ask as he pushes open a door and you’re met with a bed, what looks like gymnast equipment and bare cupboards.
“Mhm,” his eyebrows dance and you scoff, slapping his chest making him laugh. “What? I just thought you’d like to see the room that gave me all these bulging muscles.”
You laugh as he flexes but Dick pulls you further into the room. “No but I thought you’d like a little quiet moment before Alfred brings out dessert.”
You raise an eyebrow. Dick smiles bashfully, “I haven’t kissed you since we left the house,” you smile and lean up to kiss his lips. Dick doesn’t let it just be a peck, he keeps you in place with a hand behind your neck and deepens it.
“Better?” You ask him and he nods, kissing your cheeks.
“I don’t like sharing you with them.” He says and you laugh loudly, sitting on his old, springy bed.
“Dick Grayson, I never thought you’d be jealous of your brothers.” He comes closer to you, moving over you till you’re laying on your back, your hair fanned out in the sheets as he hovers over you.
“Jealous? No, those idiots don’t scare me,” One of his hands finds the hem of your dress, stroking the skin of your thigh. “You know I just like you obsessed with me, I like when your eyes are on me only.”
“You’re a menace,” you breathe out and Dick laughs when you move his hand and straighten your dress. “An absolute menace,” you stand and take his outstretched hand. “Take me to see the garden?”
“Whatever you want, my gorgeous girl.”
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Crimes and Punishments Part 2: Speedsters
Masterpost
“Why are we all here again?” The Flash asked Batman. Batman just made a noise in response. Like a hmmph, that somehow insinuated that Flash should know the answer to that question.
Robin hangs up the phone with this Danny person, and states that he should be arriving shortly. And he does, coming right through the window, gaping the whole way.
“Guys, I can’t thank you enough for hosting this meeting. And setting it up and everything, but mostly for hosting. Because my realm is slightly poisonous to you guys and because you’ve given me the chance to visit space! We’re in space right now, how awesome is that?! Can someone tell me all about this place later?” Danny rambles, as excited as Red said he would be.
Red gives Bruce a smug look in response.
“You’re welcome, Danny.”
“Now that we’re all here.” Batman grunts and everyone starts taking seats around the table.
Danny sheepishly takes a seat at the middle seat facing the window. The three speedsters sit across from him, Bruce at one head and Nightwing on the other. Red sits next to Bruce and Danny, Robin sits next to Nightwing and Danny. Danny pulls out a few pieces of paper and a pen.
Once everyone is situated, Batman gestures to Danny. “You called this meeting, about some broken laws?”
Danny nodded solemnly, his aura becoming slightly darker and more oppressing. He faces Bruce, “Yes, I have on my council the ancients of time and speed.” He turns to the speedsters. “You have been accused of breaking Clockwork, the ancient of time’s, rules about interfering in the timestream. He has stated many instances that you have left your own time, changed the past, and changed the future. Unfortunately, in doing so you have also corrupted reality and interfered in more laws of my dimension in bringing back the dead.”
“I’m sorry, but who exactly are you to be the authority on time and speed and, what, the dead too? Who are you at all?” Flash asks.
“We were told you were King of an alternate dimension, how does our dimension affect yours at all?” Kid Flash asks.
“I’m not the authority for time and speed, those are members of my council. Clockwork has been bringing complaints to me about all of you for a long time, but it wasn’t until I started investigating the other matter-” He makes a gesture towards Red, who nods, “that I discovered that the main cause of these problems has been your meddling with reality. You have created cracks in reality, caused by the fracture in the space-time continuum, and these cracks opened your realm to mine, which is poisonous to yours by the way. Clockwork has been cleaning up your messes in the timestream, and now I have cleaned up the leaks, and there is patchwork being done on reality right now.” He checks the last few points on his paper, making marks for each correction being made.
“You have control over all of that?” Impulse blurts out.
“More like I have control over the people who control all of that. Mostly. I’m in charge of space!” Danny smiles wide, fangs out and aura glowing for a second. “Your main interference with Space is the fact that you broke holes into your dimension, but I’m not big on punishments. Speed, the one who gave you your powers, she said you’d met with her before?” Danny pauses and glances between the speedsters.
“We’ve met the Speedforce.” Flash states. “We don’t fully understand the Speedforce or how it works though.”
“Yeah, that would be her! Dani doesn’t take the time to explain anything, always places to be, you know? But, she presently doesn’t have any complaints. Which complicates matters for me. Clockwork is demanding that she take the gifts she gave you, your powers, but she is refusing.”
The speedsters, having tensed, all relaxed at that.
“But Clockwork demands reparations for all the damage you have caused, and all the work he has put in to correct your mistakes.” Danny shrugs in a what-can-you-do manner. “And you have each meddled in the timestream correct?”
They each confirm.
“Right. We’re going to have to come to an agreement on repercussions for your violation of time law and space law. Now, I can’t say for sure who did what, or how many times, and what damage in particular it caused, which means unless you want to fess up right now, you’re all going to receive equal punishments, on the assumption you each caused a third of the damage.”
“I did most of it.” Flash says immediately. “I was the first to get my powers, I didn’t know how to use them, or how badly messing with the timestream ends up until I did it multiple times.”
“But we all did it!” Kid Flash argues.
“I’m technically messing with the timestream right now.” Impulse mutters.
“You did it while learning too! At least you figured it out before creating something like Flashpoint.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Danny raises his voice over theirs as they start to argue. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” He rubs his head for a moment. “Now, mistakes are understandable, especially while learning new powers. So, in the future, new speedsters will be given leniency so long as you three take responsibility for teaching them the dangers and the rules. We will not punish those learning unfairly.”
The speedsters settle back down in their chairs.
“We can teach new speedsters.” Flash agrees.
“Wonderful! That burden is now part of your punishment.” Danny makes a note on his paper. “One of the main damages done, raising the dead in your alterations of the timeline, will at this point not be undone. From this moment on, everyone stays how they are. We don’t want to go around killing people for your mistakes.”
The speedsters start glancing at the Bats, not having known that was even an option.
“Thank you.” Red states on behalf of the speedsters. Danny nods.
“With that covered,” He looks back at his papers, shuffling through a few. “Clockwork has made an agreement with Dani, as punishment for abusing your powers they will be taken away-”
All the speedsters start to interject, but Danny lets out some eldritch features and lets his aura become more and more powerful and fear-inducing until they all cower back in their seats. Once they are quiet he continues.
“I have been informed that you are all heroes on this planet, so we have all agreed to call this community service. Based on how long you’ve been helping and a few other factors, we made this decision: you will each lose your powers for a total of two months, and then be placed on probation. If you continue to serve your community and use your powers for good, then we will have no further problems. If any of you mess with the timestream on purpose your powers will be revoked permanently. If it is an accident, your powers will be removed again temporarily, but for a time period yet to be determined, but that will be longer than two months. Do you understand?”
They all nod slowly, but the Kid Flash speaks up.
“What if they need us while our powers are gone? We do help, we have people counting on us, what if our teams need us?”
Danny gives him a smile. “The Bats, when I spoke to them about the situation earlier, were concerned about that as well. If you agree to this plan, and we agree to only take one of your powers away at a time, that way the other two can coordinate and help when needed.”
“Will I be sent back to my own timeline?” Impulse’s voice is small and quiet.
“No. Just like with the dead, what is done is done.” Danny makes sure to have eye contact with Impulse. “This agreement does mean you could never go back though, so if you did want to…” Danny trails off.
Impulse shakes his head.
“Okay then.” Danny checks his papers again. “Were there any more questions?”
He gives it a moment.
“Then I will take this agreement back to my people and make sure everything is set. Then we will need to set up a time frame for the removal periods. For now though, everything is done. Thank you so much for your cooperation!”
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Ever think about what it must be like for someone to try and read either Bruce or Clarks minds? Cause like they seem to be the type to have the mental thought process of the dog from Up except it's all about different cases. They're sitting in meetings going over all the facts from their latest, completely unrelated case, in their mind while answering questions about the actual JL meeting and occasionally having random leaps in logic to find the answer. They usually find the right answer but not mind reader is actually sure how they got there despite watching the whole process.
Bruce keeps remembering random gruesome injuries to compare to the vics so he can figure out what caused the injury. He settles on an icepik, most likely made of bone, none of the memories involved an icepick or bone. He doesn't explain the logic to himself. You just have to sit there wondering what you missed. A second later he answers three different questions about the strategy the league will use in an upcoming diplomatic mission and u just get to sit there wondering when he had the time to even come up with that through the gruesome somewhat traumatic slew of memories in which he got stabbed. A second later he thinks about how he might want to double check his information because the info used in those plans is from 3 days ago and might be out of date. He corrects one (1™) plan. You don't know what information changed. He does not think about it. You're too scared to ask. He goes back to thinking about how much force would be needed to kill someone with an icepick the moment Hal Jordan opens his mouth.
You decide to listen to Superman instead. Despite his serious frown and focused eye contact with Hal, his thoughts are just his mentally going over a news report and trying to remember where there might have been a typo. He swears so viciously you jump, there's a misspelling in a source. It must be corrected.
He doesn't stop thinking about the mistake until the end of the meeting. You wonder how these could possibly be the two in charge of this group of heroes. They maintain the utmost image of focus and professionalism the entire meeting. Youre half convinced Batman fell asleep for a few minutes in the middle of the meeting.
This is J’onn’s burden every meeting. If, going off of your ask above, we assume Bruce and Clark likely have the most intense and rapidly-shifting thoughts out of the assembled League members, then poor J’onn has to listen to BOTH of these thought processes at the same time.
But also. Being able to multitask like that is a phenomenal skill for leaders.
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MULTI FANDOM MALE READER SCENARIOS 
It’s been a while since I done one of these, but I think it’ll be good for me to practice more at writing different characters and such so enjoy!
The fact is I had more tags to share 😭
-Miguel O’Hara biting your neck harshly to get your attention when he feeling jealous. Or marking you as his.
-Izzy Hands always lightly taking your hand and helping you either up the steps or down the steps. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most time. Everyone in the ship always notices it but doesn’t say anything.
^^Ofmd
-Bob taking off his glasses and putting them on you then starts to compliment you how good and cute you look.
^^Top gun!
-Matt Murdock tracing your face in morning when he thinks your still sleep. He also traces your face anytime your two are arguing because he wants to see your emotions.
^^Marvel
-You and The Corinthian driving around during late nights with his hand on your thigh as he drives you around.
^^DC
-Tony stark buying you whatever you want or even dream of. It can be jewelry all the way to new houses and cars.
^^Marvel
-Bruce Wayne and you being a power couple throughout Gotham. Lots of magazines and headline about you two.
^^DC
-Teaching Adam Warlock about feelings about like having a crush or being in love.
^^Marvel
-You and Doom head being an unstoppable duo anytime you two are paired up in a game.
^^Rob Zombie movie 31
-You and Richard Madden making fun of each other accents in interviews for the newest movie you two are in.
^^Actor
-You and Hobie Brown making out in a middle of Miguel’s rant.
^^Marvel
-Homelander wrapping his arms around you as you two makeout and he slowly rises from the ground bringing you in the air with him.
^^The Boys
-You we’re very close with Love to the point all lot of people thought you two were dating. Joe was furious so he started to stalk you planing to murder, but all that stalking for weeks slowly became to months and he slowly started to catch feelings.
^^YOU
-Benedict Bridgeton being so in love with you, but he so scared that his family would disown him as well as everyone around town.
^^Bridgeton
-You and Benedict sneaking off during ball’s and random events to be with each other alone.
^^Bridgeton
-Imagine sitting down in the bleachers waiting for Mark to be done with his track meet.
^^Author/ Me
-Playing with Dutch Van der linde hair during a camp meeting and he tries to stay focus but he can’t.
^^RD2
-You and Larry smoking as you two listen to Sal play the guitar.
^^Sally Face
-Ted feeling ashamed after he realized that he caugt feelings for you even though your a player.
^^Ted Lasso
-When Dean first met you y’all both were very young. You were reckless and carefree while Dean was taking care of Sam and brought him along while you two hanged out. And he caught feelings, but he was confused about why he had feelings for a man so he kept it to himself.
^^SPN
-Helping Mark walk without his leg brace or crutches.
^^Author/Me
-Stu Marcher giving you neck kisses in the middle of class. And most of the time teachers sees him and gives you both detention.
^^Slashers
-Hannibal Lecter leaving bite marks all over your neck and shoulders.
^^Slashers
-Roy Kent being soft spoken and quiet anytime he’s with you.
^^Ted Lasso
-Larry Trainor slowly warmed up to you being his boyfriend so he lets you touch his skin underneath the bandages.
^^DC
-Anytime before a fight Arthur asks you to hold his hands. He says it’s for a good luck, but he’s just really stressed and tense.
^^Peaky blinders
-Steven Grant still being so shy and quiet with you even though you two has been dating for years.
^^Marvel
-Bringing Namor gifts like flowers, jewelry and even little things like a picture of yourself or a padlock necklace. He cherishes all of them and keeps them safe.
^^Marvel
-Meeting Namor on the beach at night almost every night.
^^Marvel
-Bobby and Athena inviting you into their relationship. They both didn’t cheat on each other to find about their feelings for you they just kinda knew one day and talked it out and for a while and a lot of thought they asked would you be willing to date them.
^^9-1-1
-Being a rich man while Steven is your trophy husband.
^^Marvel
-Dying your hair with mark.
^^Author/Me
-Watching Mark stay up all night writing just for him to randomly stop to watch a movie.
^^Author/Me
-Lee and Maren catching you eating a person right in the middle of a dark and empty road.
^^Bones and All
-Being a different love interest for Elio and being heartbroken once he chose Oliver over you.
^^Call me by your name
-Imagine rejecting Derek Shepheard after finding out he has a wife.
^^Greys anatomy 
-Rue hugging and crying on you tight after she relapsed.And you being her favorite person ever since what happened with Jules and Elliot.
^^Euphoria
-Being a father figure to Rue.
^^Euphoria
-Imagine being Maddy Perez brother and finding out Nate pulled a gun on her so you pulled up to his house barged in and looked for him and beat the shit out of him.
^^Euphoria
-Billy Hargrove acting like he hates the nickname “Curls.” Or “Curly.” But when you say it he loves it.
^^Stranger things
THE END
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Hey fickle! Do you think you would be interested in doing 11 and 24 for superbat? If not that okay, hope you’re have a good day!-bookanon💚
On a rare peaceful night in, Bruce and Clark were sat on the couch together, Bruce on one end and Clark in the middle. (Bruce's ear was still stinging from where Clark had flicked it earlier, after Bruce asked if he would be faking a yawn so he could wrap his arm around his shoulders.) On screen a couple were laying in bed together, when all of a sudden the guy rolled on top of his girlfriend and began tickling her, causing her to burst into sweet laughter. Clark positively lit up as an idea stuck him.
"Hey B?"
"Hmm?"
“Can I tickle you?”
Bruce slowly turned his head, meeting Clark's hopeful smile with a frown.
" …"
"I'll take your silence as a yes."
Bruce wasn't given a chance to react. One second he was sitting on the couch with his "loving" boyfriend, and the next he was flat on his back and being crushed to death by over 200 pounds of solid muscle. "Clark!" Bruce grunted, trying to dodge Clark's attempts at grabbing a hold of his wrists.
"The fact that you're struggling this hard tells me you must be really ticklish." Clark taunted, lighting up with glee when he saw a dusting of pink appear high on Bruce's cheeks.
"That. Is. Classified Information." Bruce protested. "Shit." Clark laughed triumphantly when he got a hold of Bruce left wrist, stretching it above his head and securing it to the couch cushions with an iron grip.
"Any last words, tough guy?"
Bruce tried one last Hail Mary and used his free hand to sucker-punch Clark in the stomach. "Motherfucker." He immediately regretted his rash decision, knuckles stinging where they managed to connect just as Clark sucked his stomach in to avoid him breaking anything.
"Oh, you're going to pay for that." The smile on Clark's face was truly the stuff of nightmares.
"Can't we talk about this?" Bruce asked, unsurprised when his right arm was also pulled above his head and secured in Clark's grip.
"Sure." Clark walked his free hand down Bruce's right arm, feeling the muscles jumping beneath his skin as he slowly made his way past his armpit and down to his ribs. "You talk." He noted every spot that caused Bruce's heartrate to spike, though his expression remained unchanged. "I'll tickle."
"Clark, this is ridiculous," Bruce said, but the corners of his mouth betrayed a hint of amusement.
"Time to find out just how ticklish the Playboy Prince of Gotham really is."
Bruce couldn't even protest at the stupid nickname Clark saw in one newspaper and refused to let go of.
"Oh fuck." Bruce breathed, yanking uselessly at his arms as Clark's fingers began their dance across his stomach. It was just dumb luck that he started with Bruce's worst spot, but laughter was pouring out of him in no time.
"Bruuuuce," Clark said it in that sing-song voice that usually irritated Bruce, but he was too busy trying to burrow backward into the couch cushions to even notice. "You're supposed to be talking remember?" a quick squeeze to Bruce's side caused him to jolt and level his gaze on Clark. "I'm holding up my end of the agreement."
"You---Are--A--SOnOfABitch." Bruce broke down into deep belly laughter when Clark slipped his hand beneath his shirt and started scratching blunt nails over his bare skin.
"That's not a very nice thing to say." Clark admonished, dipping a finger into Bruce's belly button. He let out a delighted laugh when Bruce threw his head back and cackled. There really was no better word for it.
"I'm--fuck--I'm sorry." Bruce gasped out, cheeks bright red when Clark finally took pity on him and stopped vibrating his finger into his bellybutton at a slightly inhuman speed.
"Hmmm." Clark idly tapped his fingers on Bruce's ribcage as he pretended to mull something over. "No, I think you're going to have to do better than that." He then released Bruce's arms and buried his wiggling fingers into Bruce's armpits, unbothered by the arms that came flying down to try to force him out.
"I--AmGoingTo--hahaha-fucking--KihihihihihiKILLYOU!" Bruce shouted, doing his best to curl into a ball while Clark was sitting on his thighs and pinning him in place.
"The more you threaten me, the more I'm going to tickle you." Clark warned him as he easily slipped his hands out of his armpits. Bruce had 2 seconds to calm down before Clark was using one hand to squeeze at his side, while the other once more slipped beneath his shirt to gently scratch at bare skin.
"Cl-Cl-hahaha-Clark! You fu-hahaha-fucking asshole!" Bruce's knuckles were white with how tight he was clinging to Clark's wrists, but his hands might as well be pinned above his head again for all the good it was doing him.
"Oh?" Clark asked, dipping into Bruce's belly button warningly. Bruce squealed, face flushing bright red the second the sound left his mouth, and Clark took pity on him and allowed him to pull his hand out from beneath his shirt. "It's like you want me to keep tickling you."
"Shut up Clark." Bruce growled, the red flush in his cheeks racing down his neck and disappearing into the collar of his shirt.
"Wait," Clark's smile softened at the embarrassed look Bruce was now sporting. "Do you want me to tickle you?"
Bruce couldn't help the embarrassed little whimper that slipped out, shifting nervously beneath Clark's bulk. "I don't...not want you to." He mumbled looking anywhere but at Clark.
"Really?" Clark looked like Christmas, his birthday, and every holiday in between had just come early.
"If you tell anyone about this.." Gone was the embarrassed boyfriend of 5 seconds ago. That look and voice were all Batman.
"Yeah, yeah." Clark huffed, rolling his eyes fondly. "Your stash of kryptonite. My ass. Honestly, you need new threats."
Bruce looked like he was revving up for what was sure to be a chilling new way in which he could murder Clark so, naturally, Clark chose that moment to see if Bruce's neck was as ticklish as his entire torso seemed to be. Newsflash: it was worse.
#i modified the second one a little bit#i just feel it was a little more in character#ticklish!batman#ticklish!bruce wayne#ticklish!brucewayne#superbat#ler!clarkKent#tickling#fanfiction#drabble#ask game
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tony's stickers of love
stevetony I when Tony prints a couple of "Tony Stark Approved" stickers as a joke, the last thing he expects is to end up covering Steve's heart with them ; written for the lovely cassie <3
also on ao3
It began as a joke.
He just wanted to have a bit of fun with Peter, who’s been bringing him most of his recent chemistry project every other afternoon, asking question after question about how to improve them. At first, Tony just helped him, spending the afternoons working with him on them, and that was the end of it.
But at some point, the idea of creating the stickers appeared in his mind.
It probably happened one of those nights he pulled an all-nighter only fueled by caffeine and a tight deadline; he’s had lots of pretty good ideas in those situations.
So he just did it, as he does with every single idea he has.
And yeah, the first “Tony Stark Approved” sticker went to one of Peter’s chemistry projects, which made the kid ridiculously proud and Tony ridiculously amused.
So of course he kept printing them.
As a matter of fact, he got used to having a couple of stickers always on hand whenever he was out. He didn’t know what he’d end up using them for, but it seemed like a good inside joke with himself.
That’s how, barely a week later, he gets to grant his next sticker.
They’re in the meeting room in the Avengers Tower, and in the middle of a briefing on a new mission Fury wants to send them on, Steve says something along the lines of, “and what if we try to surprise them using Tony’s last tech? You know, the chameleon skin he’s just developed.”
And aw, shucks , for Cap to suggest using Tony’s tech on a mission is always the highlight of his day, so of course Tony takes advantage of the fact that Steve is sitting right next to him —his body slightly turned towards him, as it always seems to be— and stamps one of his stickers in his forehead as he says, “such a good idea, Cap.”
And well, if the way he frowns in confusion is just way too adorable for Tony to cope with, that’s totally on him.
“What…?” Steve starts to ask, reaching with his hand to touch the sticker. He doesn’t try to pull it off, though.
“Tony Stark Approved,” Clint reads the sticker, and proceeds to cackle so hard he ends up having to hold his tummy. Nat and Thor smile beside him, going as far trying to disguise their own laughs as coughs. “Brilliant!”
“Always am,” Tony smiles widely, enjoying the way Steve’s flushing.
The fact that Steve doesn’t take it off for a while isn’t lost on any of them.
It doesn’t take Tony more than a week to find another excuse to use his stickers. And if this time the winner also happens to be Steve, well, that’s just a coincidence.
They’re lounging on the common room when Steve enters the room wearing a rather tight shirt. Or, more accurately, a shirt that’s sticking to his wet body. He seems to have just taken a shower, and Tony seems to be the only one aware of the fact that Steve’s nipples are clearly visible through the shirt.
So of course he has to take another sticker out and put it over one of them —to protect Steve’s honor, of course. What other reason could there be behind it?
None. None at all.
“What’s this one for?” Steve asks him, touching the sticker with curiosity. He seems to be admiring it, as if he finds being awarded one of those some kind of honor. Tony has to look away when he sees Steve’s expression soften into an amused smile, totally unbothered by Tony’s anctics. Something short circuits in Tony’s mind at the sight.
“Had one to spare,” he mumbles, running to the other side of the couch to cuddle at Bruce’s side.
And if Steve and Tony spend the rest of the movie night exchanging looks when they think the other one isn’t looking? Well, that’s just another one of the many benefits of his stickers, Tony thinks.
He’s known for only having brilliant ideas, after all.
As time goes by, Tony realizes they’ve fallen into a routine without really meaning to. For one, he’s gotten used to always having a handful of stickers close; just like Steve’s grown used to giving Tony these looks from time to time, as if trying to guess when will be the next time he earns one of them. It almost reminds Tony of a puppy looking for a treat, a comparison he never says out loud.
There’s the time they’re on an incognito mission and Tony’s cover is blown up. In the end, Steve is the one that gets both of them out of there as soon as possible. So of course he gets a sticker in his arms —the same ones he used to carry Tony to safety— for that.
Then there’s the day Steve tried out his new suit, and Tony couldn’t help putting a sticker on his butt. He’ll never forget the way Steve stuttered a question and proceeded to be rendered speechless when Tony smiled at him and answered sweetly, “don’t you agree such an artwork deserves a prize?”
Or the day Steve said something so funny Tony couldn’t stop laughing for ten minutes, which earned him a sticker on his cheek.
The fact that Steve never complains about them, and never takes them off in front of Tony, only fuels this slowly growing tradition even more. Tony’s mind is really simple: as long as he keeps getting positive feedback, he’ll keep printing the stickers.
Curiously, it also ends up being the perfect excuse to spend more time together. Tony’s not sure if Steve realizes how they’ve slowly grown used to spending more and more time together; be it in the gym, where they get used to spar —and where Steve gets a new sticker every time he lets Tony win—, or in the kitchen during the nights where both of them gravitate towards the fridge looking for some remedy to their insomnia.
Of course, Tony gives Steve a sticker every time he makes him some warm milk without Tony needing to actually ask for it. Then they sit shoulder by shoulder in the kitchen aisle, New York’s skyline reflecting in Steve’s eyes as Tony tries very hard to avoid being caught staring.
He’s staring. Every single time.
Time goes by, and by the time Tony suspects this might become another thing he just does out of habit, never to change, Steve decides to prove him wrong.
“Hm, would you stay for a moment?” Steve asks him one morning, after they’ve just finished sparring with the team. All the Avengers have already abandoned the gym, and Tony was about to do so too, until Steve’s voice —full of doubt and hope and everything in between— stops him where he stands.
Tony turns around, and sees Steve standing in the center of the ring. His shoulders are thrown forward, as if he’s trying to make himself look small, and there’s a small smile on his lips.
But what attracts Tony’s attention is the way he keeps reaching for the sticker he’s just stamped on his left arm with his right hand, as if it’s some kind of talisman.
“Sure,” Tony simply answers as he approaches him, hands buried in his pockets. “What’s up?”
“Um, I was wondering…” Steve bites his lips, playing with it as if doing so is going to make the words magically show up. “Would you like to go out sometime?”
Tony blinks, caught off guard.
“As in, just the two of us?” Tony asks, just to make sure he’s hearing right. Are you asking me on a date?
“Yeah,” Steve answers. And, well, there’s no other way to describe the way he says it. It sounds as if Steve is eager to go out with him, which feels wild to Tony. It takes him a couple of seconds to find his own words.
“Okay,” he finally answers, nodding to himself. “Yeah, sure.”
And the way Steve’s whole face illuminates at that answer? Well, if that manages to make Tony’s heart skip a couple of heartbeats, he can only hope he’s the only one to notice.
***
They go out.
First, it’s the movies. Then, dinner in a normal place. Then, dinner in a fancy one.
Then… Well, if it weren’t for the fact that Tony’s a certified genius, he could say he almost loses count of how many dates they go on (no, he doesn’t: he’s perfectly aware they’ve been on nineteen dates so far).
And then… Well, Tony doesn’t expect what comes next.
They’re visiting a gallery Pepper has been pestering Tony about —a gallery Tony is going to exit being the owner of yet two more paintings; the fact that both attracted Steve’s attention first being purely a coincidence, of course—, and they’ve received their fair share of looks.
Or, more specifically, their joined hands have received their fair share of looks.
Now they’re both tucked away in the shadows, next to the catering tables. Tony might be a bit tipsy, the world pleasantly blurry around its edges as he rests his hip on the table behind him.
So, of course, when Steve leans forward to clean a breadcrumb from Tony’s lips, Tony can’t help stealing a brief kiss from him. It’s a small, innocent thing. Something that has probably gone unnoticed to everyone there.
And yet, Tony realizes it’s not nothing the moment he takes in Steve’s expression. The way his lips are slightly open as his eyes blink once, twice, even three times, as if expecting the image before him to change.
Or maybe to make sure he’s not dreaming?
Tony giggles at the thought, taking a sip from his champagne.
“Sorry, Cap, I—” Steve’s lips drown his words the moment his lips collide with his again, robbing him of his breath in a swift move. When Steve separates enough for their lips to stop touching but not enough for Tony to stop feeling Steve’s breath merging with his, Tony sighs, “Oh.”
“Don’t apologize,” Steve says, his voice rough with emotion. “Not if you meant it.”
“I—”
“Did you?” Steve asks.
How can one not mean a kiss? Tony wants to ask. But even he knows that would be a stupid question to ask, and a cruel one at that.
Because that’s the moment he realizes, as he looks at Steve trying to desperately find an answer to his question in his eyes, that he might have been underestimating this thing that’s been growing between them, between sticker and sticker.
“Because I do,” Steve ends up saying before Tony can find his own words. He speaks earnestly, with the kind of passion Tony’s only seen him show in battle. “I think I love you, Tony. I– I think I’ve loved you even before I realized I did.”
Tony gulps, looking up at Steve as if he’s seeing him for the first time. He suspected he wasn’t the one that was starting to have feelings, but he hadn’t allowed himself to build castles in the clouds, not so soon, at least.
But now he can’t just keep doing that, can he? No, of course he can’t, not when Steve is putting his heart in a tray, wrapped up in all these unguarded emotions, all for him to see.
That wouldn’t be fair, of course it wouldn’t. But then again, Steve’s just managed to do what few others could in the past.
He’s left Tony Stark speechless.
Can anyone blame him for taking a sticker out, sticking it over Steve’s heart and leaning forward to kiss him yet again?
It takes him a few seconds before thoughts finally rearrange themselves in his mind; by then, he’s already lost himself in Steve’s arms, unable to pinpoint where his body ends and Steve’s starts.
“I do,” Tony finally whispers, breathless, the confession rolling off his tongue in a relieved sigh. “Of course I do.”
And damn him if Steve’s laugh doesn’t taste like the most intoxicating thing in this world.
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I genuinely really, REALLY love your hometown au concept- the fact it's a no powers/no capes au, but also NOT, is really cool? Like exploring what it'd look like if these kids tried to be heroes/vigilantes, but in a realistic way where they're regular people, instead of a "this takes place in a comic book world" way, is something I'm so fond of because it's like combining the things we already love but in a way that makes it all so much more real? Idk, it's nice! Also your comments about Jason needing walking aids make so much sense because now looking back I can see that in that snippet of Jason catching Tim sneaking in, he's sitting in what I presume is actually a wheelchair. Anyways, I wanted to ask what's Kon's deal in the hometown AU, parental figure wise- without the whole Superman v Lex thing, how exactly are both of them connected to him?
Thank you!!! Yes Jason is in a wheelchair in that comic I didn't want to make it super apparent since I wasn't sure what I was doing with hometown quite yet and I have definitely changed a few things since then. (Like- tim is no longer in high school I've aged them all up to their early twenties) but that's stayed.
Kon. Conner. Is uhhh OK. Ok. Clark is an investigative journalist known for exposing corporate injustice and helping workers rights whether it be proving unfair hiring practices or exposing like actual literal crimes against nature. He and Lois are a team and they are very, very good at what they do.
Lex luthor is still lex fucking luthor. But superman doesn't exist. Instead of trying to clone Kal, he's going the Smallville route and trying to clone himself. But he wants a eufenically perfect version of himself. So he starts experimenting. Clark is in the middle of a very big expose about lexcorps workers rights violations and he won't stop hounding them and is sooo determined to make them know theyre doing something wrong. And lex, freak that he is, thinks that determination and strong sense of will is very admirable, if not misplaced.
So he wants to like- breed that in. To the clone. Because he's a fucking eugenicist. Except I am very adamant that the combination of two people is not a clone that's a baby.
Anyway- conner is a test tube baby clone amalgation but he ISNT aged up- since they're not trying to fast track a superman weapon they let him age normally. Because again- lex is trying to make himself. Clark has been digging into the shit at lexcorp for YEARS and he keeps finding new horrors and new crimes against man. And like it's worse every time. And the worst one of all? This guy he's obsessed with taking down? He *made a baby* with him and Clark is so fucking freaked out when he finds out.
Like of course he takes conner. But he also doesn't want conner. Conner is like 3 at this point. Clark drops him off at his parents farm and conner is basically raised there by his grand parents. Clark.....visits. (Lex doesn't give a shit but WILL start hounding conner to come stay with him and learn business/evil stuff when he turns 18. It's actually part of the main PLOT of hometown so I'm not gonna get into it)
Conner meets tim as kids because he gives him horse riding lessons because I'm very adamant that since tim is a rich boy from New England he KNOWS how to ride a horse. It's a given. I just want conner to be the one to teach him and maybe stable his horse for him. You know. They can have their horse girl romance movie.
(Not related to anything else but bruce is So Fucking Mad at Clark when he finds out he has a kid he's been neglecting. Like surprise idiot you have to take care of your kid it doesnt matter that you never asked for him conner didn't exactly ask to be made either.)
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I’d Fight Superman Just to Hold Your Hand (2/2)
~Older!Damian Wayne/Kent!Reader~
Summary: Bruce finds out about the date. Of course, teasing of the World's Greatest Detective ensues.
Part One / Part Two (You’re Here)
I had posted this second part on AO3 back in February and felt too lazy to post it here on Tumblr. Now that I’ve graduated college, I have free time again and am remembering to post this! Enjoy.
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Batman was in the middle of sharing a debriefing with the rest of the Justice League members on the Watchtower. Seeing as he’s Batman, he picked up on Superman’s impatience while he talked. He decided on ignoring it but after ten minutes of constant glances at the clock and thumb-twiddling, Bruce couldn’t take it anymore.
Batman turned to the Kryptonian, calling him out mid-sentence with a hint of irritation in his voice. “Clark. Is there somewhere else you need to be right now?”
“Sorry. I’m just on edge because (Y/N) is on her first date,” he paused and squinted at the Bat before finishing, “With your son.”
Bruce’s eyes widened from surprise beneath his cowl. He recalled Damian requesting not to patrol tonight and saying something about going to Metropolis. Any time something related to dating came up in the Manor, Damian would usually roll his eyes or scowl. Bruce had just assumed he was doing something with Jon. World’s Greatest Detective, everybody.
“What?” he asked with a deadpan expression, his tone flat – maybe a little disbelieving. It was more of a rhetorical question than a genuine query.
Flash spoke up before anyone else could. “Woah, hold on a minute. Robin is dating (Y/N)?”
“You two could end up becoming in-laws,” Hal chimed in with an amused grin. Batman let out his usual annoyed grunt as he narrowed his eyes at him. Superman also gave his own glare. “Too soon?”
A moment passed and Clark turned back to Bruce with a surprised expression. “You really had no idea?” When there was no response, he continued. “Damian approached me a week and a half ago, asking for permission to take her on a date.”
“Kid’s got moves,” Flash mumbled to himself.
Bruce ignored Barry’s comment. “I see…”
***
Having returned to the Batcave from the League meeting, Bruce sat in front of the Batcomputer. He was doing some research and typing out case notes, but those weren’t the only things on his mind. His conversation with Clark has been replaying ever since he left the Watchtower.
Drawing him from his thoughts, Alfred entered the cave and came walking over with a tray in his hands. “Would you care for some refreshments, sir?”
“No. Thank you, Alfred.”
“Say, Alfred…” Bruce suddenly said after a pause – stopping Alfred from walking away – and sat back to stare at the computer screen for a brief moment before turning to the butler. “Did you know that Damian and (Y/N) were going on a date tonight?”
“Of course, sir. You didn’t?” he replied, surprise lacing his words and evident on his face.
“I–,” Bruce sighed then shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No…”
“Perhaps you should spend more time with Master Damian as his father and less time as the Batman.” Alfred began walking away again without receiving a response to his suggestion.
***
Lois was still awake doing some late-night work on the couch when Clark got home from the meeting. He plopped down next to her and let his head slump over onto her shoulder. She took one glance at her husband and shut her laptop, sitting it on the cushion next to her.
“What are you so mopey for? You have to face the fact that our daughter has grown up.” Clark let out a grumbled denial.
“But why did it have to be Damian?”
Rolling her eyes, Lois tried to cheer him up. “Look at it this way – we don’t have to worry about telling anyone else about the ‘Super’ secret. Oh, and she was in the door exactly at ten.”
There was a brief silence and then Clark mumbled, “He always has been very punctual.” He let out a heavy sigh. “It feels like it was just yesterday when she walked through the door for the first time.”
“Now she’s graduated high school and starting college in the fall. It makes me feel old,” Lois responded. Clark nodded in agreement.
The two of them remained on the couch in silence. Sometimes light conversation would break up the quiet, but it wasn’t necessary for them to talk. They just enjoyed sitting with each other for a bit longer before going to bed.
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How good each of the main characters of Willow are with kids
Just read “a star you can always keep” by rotaryshakes on Ao3 and it made me want to talk about how good each of the characters are with kids.
Willow: He loves kids but he only has patience for his own. He’s very good at entertaining groups of children with magic shows and stories of his adventures, but is useless at interacting with children who aren’t his own one-on-one.
Boorman: Neutral towards kids. Won’t ever admit it out loud but would like to have one or two of his own someday. Kids don’t see him as a human being, they see him as a jungle gym/clown. He’ll be in the middle of a conversation with someone when a group of kids will come up and start climbing all over him and he will just continue the conversation and completely ignore the kid who kicked him in the face while attempting to sit on top of his head. That is, until one of them tugs on his beard, then he’ll get “angry” with them and start chasing them around. Children are physically incapable of being scared of Boorman so they’ll just think he’s playing a fun game.
Graydon: He’s amazing with kids. He loves kids and they love him. He tells stories, plays games, shows them magic, and teaches them how to play on his flute. He’s both good with the extroverted kids as well as getting the introverted kids to come out of their shell but never pushes them past their limits because he GETS it. He’s also super casual about it.
Elora: She loves kids and she is not casual about it. She is desperate to have kids love her. Sadly, the only times she’s able to do this are when she either gives them muffins, or finds one with a hyperfixation and is happy to listen to the kid passionately go on about it for hours at a time because Elora is genuinely interested in whatever someone could be this passionate about.
Jade: Overall she’s neutral towards kids but every once in a while she’ll meet one that she vibes with and they become best friends. She treats all children as though they’re mini adults and the kids love it. She’ll give them knight training, give them special missions to complete, and have actual two-way discussions with them about whatever’s going on in their lives and treat it as though they’re discussing global politics or something. Jade is completely unaware of the fact that she treats them like mini adults.
Kit: She hates kids. For some reason though, they find her grumpiness to be the funniest thing in the world and it’s not uncommon to find her angrily stomping around with a hoard of kids mimicking her movements while giggling to each other. There are exactly two scenarios in which she tolerates kids: 1. When they’re gushing about how cool she is with her sword fighting, adventuring, and the cuirass. (Kids are the only ones who like seeing her in the cuirass as much as Jade does, though for different reasons) She preens under the attention. 2. When one of them is vibing with Jade. Kit refuses to ever go easy on them whenever she’s in a competition with kids, though it’s gotten to the point where most kids are faster at climbing trees than her so she no longer takes part in tree climbing races. One day she’ll come across a kid who’s been abandoned/mistreated/orphaned and will just scoop them up and take them home like they’re a stray cat. “Jade this is our new…son?” The kid nods. “Son.” This happens two or three times. She’s basically Bruce Wayne when it comes to adopting children.
Airk: He wants to be a good father one day, but for now he’s as baffled by kids as they are by him. He eventually figures out that they like it when he shows off his cool sword tricks. The more time he spends with kids the more he understands them and the more he wants to have his own children some day. Eventually, when he grows his hair back out, he will often accidentally find himself part of a braiding circle. The more comfortable he grows with kids the more he uses them as a way to pick up women. He does eventually meet his future wife while taking a recently adopted niece/nephew to the market. Though he wasn’t actively trying to flirt with anyone this one time, he was genuinely just spending time with the kid in public for once.
#willow 2022#thraxus boorman#graydon hastur#elora danan#jade claymore#kit tanthalos#airk tanthalos#I’m not sure how to tag Willow as a character because we don’t know his last name and there are like a million willows on this site
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UnWind(Zeus!Clark, Hera!Bruce)
Part 3 of Entrapment AO3
Tags: Greek mythology references, Possessive Clark, Heavy petting, Batkids are their kids, plus Jon, long haired!Bruce
Rating: M
Summary: Bruce: Giver of Life, lover of people and Queen of the Gods.
Word Count: 3770
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Bruce sits in the waters of the underground bath of their home. It's surrounded by dark stone, only lit up by the lights under the water. He turned the waterfall off, only wanting silence as he sat in the warm water to bathe.
He had already detangled his hair, a tie at the end of his dark locs kept it together as he worked on his nails next, finding comfort in doing his own manicure.
He needed a moment alone. Without the kids, without the constant chatter when he has to work, and even without Clark. Times like this, he sometimes wants to go back to being a stay at home parent who occasionally came out and did his Queen duties, but.
He paused in his act of cutting his cuticles.
It's nice to have so much attention as well.
When he was home, he started to forget himself, and the fact that he was a person with thought. He got into a routine, and expected others to follow it, others, mostly meaning Clark, and was upset when it didn't go as intended.
Now, he has so many options that he doesn't even think too deeply anymore. He flows in the way he used to. In the way when he didn't have kids, nor a kingdom to build. Minus, Jon and Cass, his children were pretty independent and can openly communicate their needs to him now, which he loves. He feels love now when he meets their needs, or he tells them no when he feels they can do it themselves, and he has no "peacock feathers in his basket" to properly assist them.
His "peacock feathers" are at their halfway point of filling up, the more he has alone time down here.
And Clark.
He resumed clipping his cuticles.
Clark is softer now.
Clark has never really been soft, even before they were wed, and he used to see Clark with his brothers in the field. Back then his braid used to be long enough to drag on the ground but he kept it up, tied with ribbons that matched his toga of the day. His mother used to tell him that Maidens don't cut their hair, and some part of him still believes that whenever he does work with current maidens and one had a buzz cut. He didn't realize how much of his mother was still ingrained in him because he wanted to ask the boy why his hair was so short as a maiden.
He refrained.
He's been around long enough to know maidens are still maidens even when their maidenhood is taken from them.
Also, short hair is just fun. Cass and Dick are maidens but then refuse to grow it long.
He groans at the thought of Dick as a child. Sweet, but mischievous. If Dick had enough hair to put into a ponytail, he would grab his craft scissors and cut it. He won't lie, with Dick being his first, and his Mother's influence, he would say some choice words to his son.
Eventually, Clark had to intervene and told Dick he looked good with short hair, and took Bruce on a holiday alone where Jason was conceived.
Jason.
Jason was enough of a distraction that all thoughts of maidenhood left his brain, and he was grateful Dick didn't burn holes into the floor when he had tantrums.
Dick didn't like Jason at first. He felt replaced, and even told Bruce he'd stop cutting his hair. After that, he hired his first nanny so he would be able to still have one on one time with Dick.
And now, Dick was in college, Jason created his own weapons as a creative outlet instead of destroying his bedroom, and he, himself, was focused on being Bruce.
It felt good.
He hears the loud groan of the heavy door being pushed open. Then footsteps that sound of medium size making they're way down toward the bath. On the final step there is a pause, and the face of his newest addition makes their presence known.
"Mama."
He should have known.
He puts the clippers down on the ledge of the carved stone. He walks over to the middle of the water, holding his arms out in case Jon gets a crazy idea and jumps in. He hasn't learned to swim yet, and he doesn't want the snake plushie Jon has in a tight hold to get wet. Bruce got it for him when he was still a babe in the crib, and it's been his favorite thing ever since.
"Jon." He softly reprimands. "You know not to come down here by yourself." When they made the bath years ago, when Dick was a baby, they had the door created with enough weight so none of their children could come down here without them, and drown.
They didn't exactly have Jon in mind.
The strength in his toddler sized arms concerns him some days, but his son has such a sunny disposition that it lessens his worries.
"Here." His son puts a diamond in his wet hand as he stands over the ledge of the bath. "I made it for you."
His eyes widen, closing his hand around the gem. "I-I love it." He says, quickly to not make his shock seem like displeasure. "What is it?" He asked curiously.
"Ball. I threw it to Day Day outside." Then his son frowns. "It was black before."
"Coal. It may have been coal."
"No, ball." He stops his foot. A small crack in the marble from his impact. Bruce makes a mental note to contact the blacksmiths.
Bruce pokes his belly. "Yes,yes. Ball. I am sorry." He squeezes his son's cheeks with affection. "Do you forgive mama?" He says with a tone of baby talk.
His son happily nods. Reaching out for Bruce. "How about I get out?" Bruce suggests instead. His cuticles are evenly cut, and he can finish the manicure in bed later. He climbs the stairs out of the water.
Jon, the ever helpful boy, grabs a towel too small for Bruce and hands it to him. "May I have a bigger one too?" He says sweetly.
Nodding,he grabs a bigger one. Bruce pets his head as thanks. Jon takes his hand, as they climb the stairs. "Where is Damien?" Damien had karate practice soon.
"With Daddy. They left."
Bruce's face twists in concern. "Left? Left where?"
His youngest shrugs.
When Clark returned later, it was explained. Jon threw the piece of coal from a pile next to the grill at Damien to play. Damien caught it, and the intense pressure burned his hand while breaking two fingers. Damien ran away to find Clark as Jon picked up the "ball" to show Bruce.
He told Clark to have the diamond made into a bracelet for him.
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It's the annual time of the year when Bruce and his siblings, Selina and Harvey go visit their mother on her island.
Barda is the name she is known for, but she is always their kind mother to them. She is often seen with her rod in her grasp. Her huge intimidating frame towers over them as she sits on her throne when the three of them enter the room. Her signature toga made of silk in the colors gold and red cling to her body in an alluring way as her sleek black hair cascades down her back.
Their Father is off the island at the moment. They assume among the humans doing magic tricks in his human form.
When they enter the island, they change back in their traditional robes. Bruce in black, Selina in gray and Harvey in purple. Bruce can smell the residual underworld air on Harvey. His brother must have come back from visiting Dinah, and tormenting his son in law, Oliver.
The three siblings sit on the cushions in front of their Mother. She looks down at them with a smile on her face.
"Hello, Mother." They say in unison.
Her smile brightens. "My children." She sits up taller on her throne. "How is thee?"
Selina speaks first. "I am well, Mother. I remain in my maidenhood." She winks knowingly to their Mother. Bruce and Harvey resist their groans. "I am building a new villa in the Isles of Delos."
Bruce is proud of himself for not flinching at that.
"The location is to die for." Selina picks up a loc of Bruce's hair as she speaks. She runs her fingers through it. "But I say, I am finding I am spending most of my time in Themyscira." She lets the hair fall from her hands. "The female warriors are full of virgins who fight often."
"Virgins?" Harvey speaks up. He leans forward to look at his sibling, Bruce sits between them. "Virgins? Among an island of beautiful women who are incredibly intelligent?" Harvey speaks as if he is talking to a child.
"There is no penetration on that island." Selina says confidently.
Bruce stays quiet, thinking of his friend Diana and her little lover, Steve. He's grateful his brother-in-law, Arthur's aquatic sight, cannot reach that island. That man is a gossip.
His fish too.
"You don't need a dick to be penetrated." States Harvey with an eye roll before sitting back in his proper posture.
"From the way, y'all act about it, I wouldn't think anything would be better than it." She says, an eyebrow raises in judgment as she looks her siblings over.
This is the reason Bruce talks to Harvey more. Selina believes so deeply in her maidenhood that she can barely recognize those who would give it up. Harvey wasn't born a maiden, and she didn't pay much attention to him as they grew up, but when Bruce was born a maiden, she felt like she had someone to cherish. Bruce gave love to his siblings equally, and felt nothing but love growing up. Yet, he remembers when he gave up his maidenhood for Clark, and stayed among the extra marital affairs, Selina didn't want to listen, and tried to dig her claws into Dick when he was first born.
The first century of his marriage was a lot, and it was mostly due to his own family, rather than Clark.
Before Bruce or Harvey could respond, their Mother intervened.
"Enough." She said with a slam of her rod to the ground. The echo vibrating around the room. "I grow tired of the squables of children." She shifts her eyes to Harvey. "And what of ye?"
"Oh!" Harvey fiddles with his robe. "The harvest is well. Dinah and the children will be visiting when the seasons change, and we will be able to get more progress done." He smiles softly as the thought of his only child. Bruce looks at his brother lovingly, knowing he gets the same look when he speaks of his kids.
"And I am pregnant."
Selina cannot hide her disgust, and Bruce cannot hide his shock.
Good Darkseid.
"From whom?" Their Mother softly asks. Her voice shows nothing of her thoughts.
"He is a God of the Sea. Orm Marius."
Bruce's face shifts to disgust now. "Mera's brother?" Bruce says, the words tumbling out before he can stop it.
Harvey nods, rubbing his stomach.
"Does he plan to wed you?" Their Mother inquiries.
Harvey shrugs.
Selina snorts. "You sure know how to pick them."
Bruce smacks her thigh. Looking into her eyes to say shut up.
She narrows her eyes gleefully at him, but listens.
Bruce knows this conversation will continue for months to come.
He'll need to call Mera after this.
Harvey wilts a bit. He chuckles humorlessly. "Yes. I know, but." He looks over at Selina. "I enjoyed myself thoroughly in making progress." He smirks.
Selina isn't bothered. "Yeah, in making yourself in poor standing. Where is Dinah's other half again?" She lifts her eye mockingly toward Harvey. "Oh yes, with their spouse, and that dick was old when you sat on that at the time."
Bruce watches as Harvey's jaw clenches, yet he gives no rebuttal.
Their Mother interrupts the tense atmosphere with her comforting presence. "Ye are welcomed to come back home for the birth. Father and I always love the things you produce." Their Mother gives a soft smile.
Harvey bashfully nods. "I will consider that Mother."
Bruce knows he is next when their Mother places their eyes on him. She lifts an eyebrow in wait.
Bruce blinks, thinking of what to say. Things have been good. No change has really occurred since their last visit. "The children have been asking for your and Father's appearance since Clark's Father, Izaya, visited recently."
Their Mother tsk'd.
She has disdain for Izaya.
They were once betrothed, but their Mother fell in love with their Father, and walked away causing a war to be broken out.
Bruce learned about it in school, for their Mother refuses to talk about useless people.
Their Father would only say it was an Old Gods problem, and for us New Gods to worry more about the present.
"When Father returns, we shall discuss it, until then, tell me of the children."
Bruce goes into explaining the lives of his children before dinner is served. The night is pleasant after that, and their Father returns shortly before they leave.
Bruce shares a long hug with his Father before he goes.
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Bruce is in his office checking on the applications for marriage blessings when Clark walks in.
He notices Clark looks quite nice today. Hair combed nicely with his signature curl in the front of his forehead. A short sleeve turtleneck sweater and slacks with freshly shined shoes.
Bruce himself is wearing an off the shoulder sweater and black denim joggers. The sweater is slightly cropped, so if he stretches you see his stomach. His stomach is one of Clark's favorite parts of him, so he is glad with the unconscious outfit he made today. Clark's visits to his office are always unexpected.
He used to ask Clark to give warning when he visited his business because he often has meetings, but Clark never saw an issue with his appearances, saying he, as king, could give marriage advice.
Okay……
Clark never gives advice though. If Bruce is in a meeting, he will sit in the corner and watch, waiting until Bruce gives him all of his undivided attention.
"How is my Queen?" Clark says, walking closer to Bruce's desk, he goes around the furniture to kiss Bruce. He kneels down next to Bruce, grabbing him by the waist of his chair and turning him toward Clark.
Bruce gives one last glance at his work before knowing it would be futile to resist.
He runs a hand along Clarks face. "I am well." He grasps the side of Clark's face, bringing it closer to his as he leans down. Another kiss, a deeper one for his King. "And you?" He speaks against Clark's lips, before backing up. Clark rested his hand on the back of Bruce's calf, running his hand up and down absentmindedly.
"I wanted to see you."
"You saw me this morning." He plays with Clark's front curl.
"And yet, it wasn't enough." He winks.
Bruce narrows his eyes. Something feels off. He waits before speaking on it. Bruce hums. Letting the curl fall.
"Did I say something wrong?" Clark inquires.
Bruce gets up, walking away from Clark's hold and over to the floor to ceiling windows. He crosses his arms and looks down at the city before.
Clark doesn't move from his kneeled position.
Without looking at Clark, he speaks. "How would you feel about taking the family to visit your Mother? I know she doesn't travel like your Father does, and I think it would be nice for her to see everyone."
Clark's mouth hangs open. "Why now?"
Bruce hums again. "Because, I like your Mother, Clark. Even if you don't have the best relationship with her, and she adores the children."
"Umm."
"Unless you have something else you'd like to share with me?" He looks back at Clark.
Clark shakes his head. "No, uh, no not at all." He stands up, walking toward Bruce and gathering him up in his arms from behind. He kisses Bruce's neck. "Anything for you."
A week later, they are on the island of New Genesis. The All Father greets them as they land in their private plane.
"My family." Izaya says boastfully as Cass and Jon run up to him. Jason gives his grandfather a wave, and Dick is helping Tim off of the plane.
Tim was on crutches after falling off the rock wall at school.
Damien copies Jason and waves as well.
Izaya comes over to the stairs of the plane as Bruce is walking down, he holds out his hand, and takes Bruce into his arms, swinging him around before letting him stand on his own feet. "And you're looking as lovely as ever." The older man says sweetly. Izaya brushes some hair from Bruce's face, getting a good look at him.
Bruce blushes. He's one of the rare men in their kingdom able to make Bruce feel flustered. "Thank you, All Father." He says softly. Though they don't get to speak long before he is tugged out of his Father in law's hold and into his own husband's.
"Son." He says, holding out his hand for Clark to take.
Using his other hand, Clark grasps his Father's. "Father."
After that, Izaya turns his attention fully to the children, and Bruce and Clark slip away.
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Knowing the children and the luggage will be taken care of, Bruce and Clark walk around the land until they come across one of the ballrooms. The floor is a deep rich brown wood, tall elegant windows take up more space than the wall itself.
The door is unlocked when the attempt to push the door open. No squeak of the handle meets them when they enter the room.
It shuts softly.
Bruce takes Clark's hand, tugging him with a childlike jog into the center of the room. Once there, he loosely throws his arms around his husband's neck, Clark lays his hands on his hips. Clark is in his modern clothing, but Bruce is in his toga. He doesn't like to be around his elders in his casual attire. The knot of his toga sits on one shoulder, he's in a navy blue, the main color of Clark's ancestry. He feels happy and giddy, a care not in his mind as he sways side to side with Clark.
No music.
Clark's jaw is tight but he indulges Bruce. Bruce notices and yet, still does not care. For he follows his own vibes. He would still dance with no music by himself if Clark left him alone.
Yet, his husband stays.
Bruce spins him around a few times until Clark stops his antics by pulling him close, both palms pressed to Bruce's bareback.
Bruce stops.
He waits.
Clark kisses up his neck.
Bruce sighs with a pleasant shiver up his spine.
Using his nose, he pushes the knot of the toga off of Bruce's shoulder. Leaving his upper half exposed as the rest of the toga is held up by ribbon.
An easy tug to leave him bare.
Yet, Clark does not touch it. The King drags his nails down Bruce's back, biting the flesh of his shoulder making Bruce feel trapped.
Bruce drops his arms, taking hold of Clark's belt, tightening his hold with abuse of his skin from his husband. He feels delirious as Clark kisses his way down Bruce's chest, before taking the sweet bud of the Queen's into his mouth. He traps it between his teeth, tugging on it and licking it with tenderness.
The nails leave his back, but Clark grasps the flesh of his waist into his hands.
"Clark."
Clark kneels down.
His waist feels pinched but so good.
"Clark." He babbles again.
Clark pays him no mind, sucking the bud into his mouth. Losing the grip he had on Clark's belt, his hands open and close mid air as he has nowhere to put them.
One comes close to his eye, the back of his hand rests against it, as the other gathers his hair in the back as a pseudo hair holder.
Bruce tilts his head back, looking up at the ceiling. He counts the statues to starve off the on coming orgasm.
His nipples have fed every child in their home. The constant usage over the centuries have left him sensitive beyond compare. A slight bend in his knees, the longer he stands.
Clark kisses his way up back to standing. Bruce tilts his head back down, confused.
He's panting.
He knows his face is flushed.
He bits into his neck, one of Clark's hands slips into the space between his skin and the remaining toga. Clark's fingers graze the beginning of his pubic hair, not pushing further down, just scratching along the first row of hairs.
The other goes to his rump. Clark squeezes hard.
Bruce takes it. He can handle anything the King gives.
Bruce lets go of his hair, he takes his hand away from his face to cup Clark's face under his neck. He doesn't move his husband's face, Clark will only move when he is ready.
He kisses his way the front of Bruce's neck, to his chin, and pauses when their mouths again in front of each other.
Clark is looking at his mouth, he is looking at Clark. He sees the bags under his husband's eyes.
What is—
Clark kisses him. It's gentle. It's soft. Bruce continues to hold his lover's face. He massages Clark's cheekbones as they kiss. Bruce tries to slip his tongue into Clark's mouth, but Clark is faster and pushes his own into Bruce's.
Bruce feels possessed. Trapped. Owned.
And as Clark finally releases his hand from his wife's waist and rakes his fingers on the back of Bruce's scalp. Bruce moans into Clark's mouth.
He feels protected.
They don't stay longer after that. Clark re-ties his toga for him before they slip out of the back of the ballroom. Taking the precautions needed to not be caught.
He hasn't seen his body yet, but he can only imagine the gossip that would spread if the nymphs or other Gods saw him.
Clark is silent as they walk to their suite on the property, he has his hand laced together with Bruce. Every so often in their walk, Clark kisses the back of Bruce's hand.
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Being an agent in training and Nat being a mother figure
Hey Besties :) this isn’t my best work and I’m kind of disappointed at how the standard of my work keeps slipping but I promise that next week I am going to do a lot better and work a lot harder :) Also this could potentially be triggering to read as there is brief mentions of bad parenting so please take care if you read this. Sorry I’m rambling, Let’s get on with it :)
Your mum had never really been there for you as kid
Whether she was out with her friends, drinking or going out to the middle of butfuck nowhere at 11 o’clock at night, she just wasn’t there
You never really felt like you belonged anywhere
But instead of dwelling on it you pushed yourself into your studies and into the idea of becoming an avenger
“Y/n L/n, My name is Director Fury and I am here to talk to you about our Young Agent Training Program” you looked at the man in shock, sure you had become a fighting machine but you didn’t think you had what it took to actually get onto the program “Uh sure. Uhm come in, sorry for the mess I don’t really have a lot of time to clean up” you stuttered as you tried to kick last night's paper plate under the couch. “So what exactly do you do L/n?”
After a long conversation it was decided that next monday you would start the program and see what you could do under the right training
When you got there you were both ecstatic and completely terrified to be told that The Black Widow would be training you
You stared in awe at the red haired woman in front of you. You had been given the privilege of training with Natasha Romanoff and boy oh boy were you going to take advantage of that “Right let’s get started. Give me 3 laps as a warm up and then we will talk about what your training will include” a chorus of yes ma’ams ran through the group. “What. Should. We do. Once. We. Are done?” you panted obviously out of breath from coming first (not that it was a race) “well done firecracker just sit tight and wait for the others to finish”
Firecracker, that’s what she called you from then on
Not that you minded, in fact it made you feel safe.
Like you had someone in your corner cheering you on
And you did
“COME ON L/N JUST A BIT MORE YOU CAN DO IT!” that was the first time you had heard that in a while so you forced the pain in your arms down and carried on with god knows what exercise she had all of you doing.
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“Good Morning Ma’am” you said with a curt nod as you made your way into the training room for today's knife throwing session “how many times have I told you firecracker? It’s Nat” she chuckled back, patting your back as you passed “right yeah sorry”
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“Nice shot Firecracker” Natasha smiled as she watched you shoot the center of the target “thanks! I’ve been practicing” you replied putting the guns safety back on and placing it on the metal table for the next person you use. “I can tell” she said walking with you to the water station just across the hall “you keep it up and you’ll be better than me soon!”
That made you smile
Someone actually believed in you and it made you all giddy inside
When you graduated, Nat sat in the front row cheering the loudest as you got handed your new S.H.I.E.L.D ID and official badge
Of course you were asked if you wanted to join the Avengers initiative and of course you said yes
I mean who would pass up the opportunity to do what they had been working towards for the last few years
The one thing that joining the Avengers did was turn Nat into an even bigger mother figure
For example the first few weeks of your time in the tower
You were just sitting in your room scrolling on your phone when there was a knock at your door “Hey y/n have you eaten today? Because if you haven’t do you want to get breakfast with me and Bruce?” you turned your phone off and faced the woman with a smile “sure just let me put my shoes on and then we can go”
This happened a lot, Nat knocking on your door and asking if you wanted to eat with her or asking if you had been taking care of yourself
“Firecracker get dressed and meet us in the car” you quirked your eyebrow at the woman but started to pull your jeans on nonetheless “us?” you said “Yes us me, you and Wanda are going for a day out” you just smiled and carried on slipping your shoes on
You were Nats kid and she was your Mum
No matter it was said out loud or not you both knew that was the agreement
Except for the fact that you did say it once
You smiled sleepy at Nat as she made sure you were tucked in and safe. She did this nearly every night and you couldn’t work out if she was letting you know she was there or reminding herself that you were safe “Goodnight my little Firecracker” Nat said as she planted a soft kiss on your forehead “Goodnight Mum”
That was the moment that she knew she would do anything in the world to protect you and love you forever
Little did she know, you had already promised yourself to do the same
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So here's an idea for you a female reader is shrunk and gets lost in Avengers tower she runs into Thor and Loki who are both very curious about her as they've never seen anyone so tiny. Thor is kinda insensitive and loud and not as gentle as he could be he let's his curiosity get the better of him. but Loki tries to keep him from poking and manhandling her too much. Mayby some hurt / comfort from Loki.
You ask I write! 💚💚 Thank you so much for your request!!
I'm seriously considering a Shrink!Reader series xD
*My requests are open*
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader.
Words: 1028
Summary: Loki first meets you and comforts you after a mission where you came back being less than five inches tall.
Warnings: None actually.
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The Wrong End
"This is not funny," you growled, as Tony tirelessly laughed at the fact that, due to one of the chemicals that exploded in the lab, you were less than five inches tall. "Sorry, you look so cute" you raised your middle finger at him, Natasha smiling at your attitude, "You look like a chihuahua" Clint added, causing the redhead to finally laugh, "Because of how petite and scandalous she is now? Then yeah" they all busted in laughter.
One mistake, one, and you end up smaller than a barbie.
You had always been looked down upon for being the young agent, but that had set the bar higher. Fortunately Steve was silent, albeit with a sideways smile.
The ride back to the tower was torturous enough, but then the worst happened, Bruce told you the effect was going to last at least two days, and then you took a wrong turn and got lost in the tower.
Perfect.
Your senses started to panic when you heard the loudest footsteps you've ever heard, they sounded like a thunderstorm.
"Fuck!" You muttered while looking up, you saw a giant blonde guy looking at you funny, "Loki, brother come look at this" before you could process the situation the man grabbed you and lift you up, occasionally shaking you.
"I didn't know that humans could come in this size, you're so tiny" he said while poking at your cheek too roughly, "Ow! Stop it, put me down now!" You commanded, but your tone also shrunk, so you sounded like you inhaled helium to him, which made him laugh.
"What is it that has you so amused?" Loki froze when he saw you, struggling to get out of Thor's grasp, "What is that?" He asked with discomfort, "Hey! I'm a person, now let me go!" But Thor wasn't listening to you, his hand was hurting your ribs and squeezing your legs too tight, causing you to let out a cry of pain.
"Let me go you asshole!” you kept trying to make him understand, and even though Loki tried to call on his brother’s attention, but resorted useless.
Nonetheless, he managed to snatch you up from Thor's hand, to carefully place you on his open palm, you kept wincing and squirming due to the physical pain and the feeling of the bruises forming on your skin.
“Look at her, you oaf, she’s hurt because of you” Loki raised his voice at his brother, who backed up a couple of steps with his eyes wide open. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I let the excitement get the best of me, is there anything I can do to-“ Thor wanted to reach out for you again, but Loki slapped his hand away.
“I’ll take care of her while you cover for me with the rest of the clowns” with that Loki turned on his heels and walked away, “I will take you to my room, will you be okay with it?” you nodded against his finger, you were too tired to give him a vocal response and too hurt to fight him anyways.
“You must tell me where exactly you are hurting, I can’t exactly tell due to your size, so you’ll have to make an effort in giving me a response” he spoke softly, his eyes were giving you a worried look. You pointed your legs and torso, he then proceeded to use his seiðr, his free hand glowing green on top of you, reliving you from the pain.
“Thank you” you breathed after feeling better enough to sit up straight on his hand, “Don’t mention it, how did you get to such state? To my knowledge, humans shouldn’t be this small” he scoffed, looking down at you with a funny look, “Yeah, I screw up on a mission, ended up small…as you can see” he hummed in response, leaving you on top of the bed.
“How?” he asked turning his back on you to walk to his bathroom, “How what?” he came back with a red metal box, “I don’t see how you screw up, did your team completed the mission?” you nodded, “Then this is just a minor detail, you came back alive and got the job done, that was all that mattered” he kneeled and said those words like it wasn’t a big deal, while taking your head in between his middle and index finger to close up some cuts on your face with a swab barely moistened with rubbing alcohol.
“How long until you’re back to your normal size?” he arched a brow to you as he pressed the swab to your nose, making you wince due to the sting, “Two days” he hummed again, pensative, “Then you can stay here for the time being, I will take care of your recovering” he took away the dirty swab and closed up the box.
You wanted to ask why. He was the same guy that destroyed New York, you talked to him for the first time that afternoon, why he was being this nice to you? A complete stranger. But you were very grateful, so you decided you weren’t going to question his actions, so you got up and in your tippytoes you managed to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips, your target was his cheek, but he had moved unconsciously.
“Thank you Loki” you smiled, “It’s nothing” he smiled back at you, setting the box on the nightstand, “How do they call you?” his icy glance fell on you, but he was so warm to look at, so elegant and graceful, “Y/n” your name, you gave him the key to his purpose, a simple set of words that meant the change of plans, "It's my pleasure to meet you, Y/n" his velvet voice caressed your identity, his heartbeat interwinding with yours, “The sentiment is mutual” you were sure you saw him blush, but you were the one blushing, specially when he took your tiny hand in his finger and graced your knuckles with his lips.
That was the start of something, you weren’t quite sure of what exactly, but it was surely something that could never come from the wrong end.
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Happy New Year
Jason Todd x Reader
A/N: I think this can be a continuation from <pillar>? But it can also be read alone! Honestly, it kind of reflects my experiences and thoughts for this year so hope you can read this favorably!🙇🏽♀️
Genre: PG-13
Warnings/Notes: Bit of sadness and bittersweet-ness. Italics is flashbacks. S/N = Sister’s name.
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‘I don’t know how you lived there for twenty over years babe,’ Jason plonks himself down on the sofa, rubbing his stomach. ‘I would have to roll to Bruce’s if I had to eat one more bowl of your mom’s curry.’
You chuckle, settling the luggage in your shared room before settling down with him. ‘You know my parents already love you right? You don’t have to try and please them.’
Jason raises his hands in surrender. ‘Babe, even Alfred has his own limits.’ He looks around wildly, as if the butler was spying on him in his own house. ‘Ok, don’t tell him I said that.’
You made a zipping motion to your lips. Moving to open the windows, you enjoyed the slight cold breeze that the rain was giving.
‘Hey, you alright?’ Jason is by your side, looking at you. You nod your head. How could you not be?
He had moved the earth for you when you wanted to visit your parents on the other side of the world, hoping to bring some smiles during the festive season.
You tried not to think about it, but the ugly dark monster tends to rear its head when you least expect it…
‘I know you told me that people change. And I’ve accepted that fact. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive my sister.’
Jason takes a quick breath in, waiting for you to tell him what was going on in your mind. And you do.
He knew relationships could be tough. He’s seen his brothers at their lowest. Feeling like there’s no end to their job? Hell, he’s seen Dick loosing his mind at the precinct. Jason sees Bruce almost at the edge when he’s finished meetings with potential investors. The mighty Batman who could take down the most dangerous criminals without batting an eyelid just wanting to burn his work down to ashes.
‘Sure, she said some pretty mean things about me. And I already told my parents - no hard feelings. I’m just mad that I have these… horrible thoughts against her.’
‘Look, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. But my life wasn’t easy too. I hated life in middle school but I don’t think I ever blamed anyone. I worked through my weakness. I had good people helping me through those insecurities. Most importantly? I became stronger.’
Jason had just finished talking to your parents in the living room, about to retreat back to your childhood room when he came across the two of you sitting opposite each other. He was surprised that your conversation went unnoticed by your parents until now. So he takes a look at your sister’s impassive but tear stained face before standing behind the wall.
‘I’m sorry that you feel like while you’re slogging away at a job you don’t enjoy, your younger sister is relaxing at home, taking online classes. Unfortunately, I can’t control a pandemic or who was born first.’
Ouch, Jason thinks. You were really laying it all out.
‘What I can control is how I want to live my life. And if you’re so reluctant about trying something different because you already spent so much time on something that you didn’t like, then I have nothing to say.’ You stand up. Jason takes it as his cue to leave. But before he does, he hears one last advice from you.
‘I’m sorry he broke up with you. You picked yourself up well. So try to live a life that you’re happy with and not blame your problems onto others who are trying to help you.’
You shut the doors behind you, not wanting to hear your sister’s reaction. Was it fear? Or were you just being selfish? Opening the door to your room, you see Jason sitting at the edge of your bed. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, but you knew he had listened.
Walking towards him, you let him hug you, allowing your tears to fall freely.
This was going to be on you forever.
‘I feel like a monster for hating that she’s being a coward.’ You breathed, finally relieved to let it out. ‘At the same time, I talked to my mom and we didn’t rule out the fact that she could be going through mild depression. So I’m angry at myself that I couldn’t help her better.’
Jason brings you into his side, watching the droplets of water trickle down the windows. He couldn’t help but his heart had broke for you. You, who was always trying to be the light in everyone’s life. You, who never failed to get up when the waves hit you in succession. You, who always looked on the greener side in life.
‘You can’t be an adult and only embrace the rosy aspects of it.’ You look at him, wondering where did the aggressive vigilante went. ‘Who are you and what have you done with my Jaybird?’
‘Yeah yeah,’ he grumbles as if reading your mind. ‘Was watching one of the shows and it just came up in my mind.’ He ruffles his hair in embarrassment.
‘Life will be shitty and she’ll need time to learn that. Your sister will have to find a way to get out of that hole, something that works best for her. Until then, the best thing that you can do is to just be there. Take it from me and my dipshit brothers.’
You gave a watery chuckle. ‘You know I seriously think you should have been a counselor instead of me.’
‘Nah, I don’t have the “touch” like you do.’ He walks to the room, opening the suitcase. ‘Hey babe, do you think you can ask your mom to send more of these instant curry when we run out?’
‘Way to ruin the moment Jay!’ You teased as you took the box from him to prepare the last new of the year. ‘And I’m sure my mom would be more than happy to.’
As you wait for your instant curry and rice to cook, Jason switches on the television where Bruce was alongside many important figures at one of Gotham’s landmarks for the New Year Countdown.
‘For once I’m glad that I don’t have to be with B-man at the countdown.’ He accepts his bowl with thanks, digging in instantly while you blow on yours before taking a bite.
‘Hey Jay…’ you carefully started to lay out your newest proposition. ‘I was thinking if you’re alright with it, how about another visit again for Chinese New Year?’
The expression that he had was like a boy in a candy store. ‘For real? I mean is it ok?’
‘Sure,’ you shrugged. ‘My dad can’t wait to bring you to his soccer club while you’re at it and my mom will probably be looking to fatten you up when she can.’
‘And your sister?’ Jason knew that this was murky territory but he had to ask. For your sake. You need to know where you were at with her with the new year coming.
You knew where Jason was coming from. He barely managed to get a whiff of your sister apart from a ‘Good morning’ or ‘Hello’ while he was there.
‘Maybe she’ll join us. Like you said Jay, all we can do is to wait for her. Even if she doesn’t, at least we know we tried. The world’s moving crazy now so I want to focus on what I have and not ponder on what I could have had.’
The television switches the cameras to the bell tower where Bruce was, preparing to usher in the new year. Jason clumsily pours two cups of orange juice from the fridge.
‘Not the best but here’s to taking one step at a time?’
You were so grateful for Jason. The year had been a topsy turvy one. You had good moments, but you also had moments which were down right weird and frustrating.
Kudos to him, he was always there for you.
You lift your cup of orange juice, prepared to leave the year behind. No regrets.
‘To taking one step at a time.’
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A/N: Well. It’s the new year where I am at! I just want to wish all my readers and followers a happy new year!🥰 Obviously the year was challenging in its own ways and this fic probably reflected one of the many. Nevertheless, I’ll press on one day at a time. It’s not going to be easy, but if I can do it, I’ll do it again!
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Voices {Diana Prince x Fem!Reader}
Requested by: Anonymous
Wordcount: 2343
Summary: Jealousy is hard to tame, even in an Amazonian Princess.
Warnings: Smut.
Diana had never been the jealous type. That was until had come along and joined the Justice League, the only other female in this male-dominated group. You weren’t quite as powerful as Diana, but you contributed a lot to the team, and knew how to handle yourself in a fight. Your powers of creating a force field had saved the ass of each one of these lunatics at least once. Even Superman had owed you a debt of gratitude for your powers, all of which you took with a grin. But out of all of them, the one that you seemed to be the closest with was Bruce - and that is where Diana’s jealousy came in.
You, like Bruce, were also from Gotham, so there had been that instant connection there. You would often talk about restaurants, about high school, about people and if there was any overlaps in where you used to hang out. It turns out you used to frequent some of the same places, despite being from totally different backgrounds. You two could often be seen talking and laughing around the coffee machine, or going out to dinner - which made the tabloids go wild. The rest of the league knew that you two were just friends but Diana had always suspected something.
She had originally thought that she would be the one that you would bond with, given that you were a woman. And yes, you two were friendly enough but it wasn’t quite what she had pictured. You would catch eyes in the hallway and nod at one another, and you worked well out in the battlefields of the world. When she saw you with Bruce, your voice would flow through her head like music, while Bruce’s was grating, like nails on a chalkboard. It affected her relationship with Bruce, which had once been friendly but now, being around him just felt like the annoying co-worker.
You and Bruce came into the Batcave from going out to dinner, and you were talking about the couple who had been sitting next to you. “I think it’s romantic,” You were saying about them.
“I think it’s convenient,” Bruce was shrugging off his jacket. “I know a thing or two about gold-diggers, y/n, and that man was one of them.”
“Sometimes, Bruce, I think you see the world in too dark a light,” You said, finally noticing that the others were gathered around, with only Diana and Barry eavesdropping. Cyborg was hooked into a supercomputer, and Clark was in his ordinary Clark attire, looking at his phone. “Oh, was there a meeting?”
“No, I was just bored,” Barry said. There was a flash of yellow, and he was standing right beside you, offering you a bag of chips. “Hungry?”
“Just ate, but thank you. I don’t think I could take another bite,” You protested. Bruce did the same with an elegant gesture of his hand, and you went your separate ways. Bruce went to hang up his jacket while you strode over to see what Clark was doing. Diana was sitting alone at the table now, watching the way that your dress moved about your body. She admired it on you. It was white and gold, and reminded her of home, though this was much more formal than functional. The sleeves draped over your shoulder, exposing the soft flesh of your collar and arms. As you bent over to peek at his phone and see who he was texting, she caught the curve of your breast, and looked away quickly, face glowing red in shame.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to look. But rather, she wanted you to be the one to show her, of your own free will. She wanted you to ask her to unzip the dress and watch as you stepped out of it, completely bare. These thoughts clouded her mind to the point where she didn’t notice that Barry had slipped into the chair beside her and was staring at her, grinning.
“You’re so obviously in love, just go ask her out!” He said, a little loudly. Diana shushed him quickly, and darted her eyes back to see if you had noticed. But you were teasing Clark about his girlfriend, Lois at this point and didn’t seem to have overheard.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Diana said, turning back towards Barry. “Isn’t there some marathon that you should be running?”
“Ouch, you get mean when you’re jealous.”
“I am not jealous,” Diana said, though she knew that it was a lie. Jealousy was a snake that was making it’s way through her nerves, and if she didn’t do something about it soon, she was afraid she was going to burst. The toxicity was unscrewing itself.
She stood up and made her way to the bathrooms. There were two, side by side, neither of them labeled as male or female because it seemed stupid. Just pick a bathroom and use it. She went inside and ran some cold water over her hands and patted at her flawless face. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the red coming across her cheeks. She saw that glint in her eye that she didn’t like. Though alone, with the only sound being the pipes, she thought she could hear your voice. Laughing. Then Bruce. Probably saying something witty. Oh, I’m Bruce Wayne, I’m rich. I’m Batman.
She splashed herself again, trying to get control over these negative emotions. She dried her face with some paper towel and went to step out, planning on leaving the Bat Cave since she wasn’t needed here, but when she opened the door - you were standing there. You looked startled by the door opening, but your open mouth turned into a frown. “Are you okay?”
You pushed your way into the well lit bathroom with her, and closed the door behind you. Your hand then went to her forehead, reaching up because the Amazonian woman was so tall, and tried to feel for a fever. “Do I look sick to you?” Diana asked, raising an eyebrow, but let you touch her skin, her face. It brought that heat back but it was a different kind.
“Well, your cheeks look a little flushed, and you have been more quiet than usual,” You said, stepping back with a frown. “But you don’t have a fever, so hurray for small miracles.”
“Good,” Diana said with a nod. “But I could have told you that I’m not sick. I don’t get sick.”
“Of course, your immune system is probably as crazy powerful as you are,” You chuckled. “Is there something else wrong then? I mean, you look amazing as usual but there’s something up with you. If you wanted to talk about it, you know I’m here, right?”
You were just so nice, it was hard for Diana to really comprehend it. She only wished that you were this nice to her, and not to everyone else, as cruel as that seemed. In what was at first meant to be a reassuring motion, she put her hands on your arms and rubbed up and down, and then up, past the thin off-the shoulder sleeves, to your shoulders. Once she had started, she found it hard to stop.
“You’re here, and that’s part of the problem,” She admitted. You tilted your head in confusion, exposing more of that beautiful neck that so tempted her. The way that she was looking at you - with eyes ablaze - it was a wonder you weren’t running off. “I have to ask you a question, and it may sound a little strange.”
“Of course, what is it?”
“Do you have feelings of any sort for Bruce?”
“Oh, gross, no,” You said, shaking your head. Her hands were still on your shoulders, keeping you grounded. “He’s like a brother, especially since we grew up in a lot of the same places. Why do you ask?”
“You two seem very close... very close.” Her hands went up your neck, caressing the soft and exposed skin until she reached your jaw. Your breath hitched in your throat, she could feel it. But you didn’t become meek or shy. Instead, you surprised her.
“Hmm... are you jealous, Diana?” You asked. You didn’t attempt to push her off, or get her to move. In fact, the reason why you had been going towards the bathroom in the first place was easily forgotten. Diana was caught of guard by your direct question, and responded to it with a nod rather than verbalizing. A smile went across your lips - closed lipped, tantalizing. “Then my plan has been working.”
You were the one that initiated the first kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck, bringing her in. She was in her full gear in case something had come up, and her metal breastplate rubbed roughly against the soft fabric of your dress. It was a good feeling though. It was a bit cold - and it permeated through the dress until you could feel it on your nipples, making them grow hard. In contrast, Diana was now feeling the soft, the flowing feeling against her elbows as her arms bent when she came closer. Lips smashed against lips, and that jealousy melted away.
You were the first one to pull away, take a step back and looked over that outfit of hers. The infamous Wonder Woman outfit. Turned into cheap costumes the world round. “How do you take that thing off?” You asked. Surprising her again.
“Are you asking me to take it off, or are you curious?” Diana asked, pushing her hair out of the way, behind her neck, so that she could get back at yours with kisses.
“Both,” You said, leaning your head back so that she had more skin to get at. Diana grinned into these kisses, and showed you exactly how the form fitting top came off.
Diana felt very comfortable in her skin, and was fine with showing it off - to you. There were plenty of perverts out there who wanted to see this view, but it was only for you. Her chest was heaving with excitement, the pink that had been on her cheeks blushed her tan body. The skirt had come off as well, it being a one piece, and now she was standing there in only her underwear. For you.
You brought her back in for another kiss, this time with no hard breast plate in the middle. Diana’s hands deftly made their way to the back of your dress, and found the zipper. You moaned in encouragement, and gently - so as not to ruin the dress - she pulled it down until it reached your lower back. You shrugged your way out of it, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and let it fall onto the bathroom floor. At least Alfred kept this place spic and span himself. These floors had only been mopped that very morning.
Diana kept the kisses raining down upon you, your neck, your shoulders, your breasts once they were exposed. It was just the two of you in your underwear now, pressed against one another but it never felt close enough. Lifting you with ease, Diana swept you off of your feet and put you up onto the sink. You leaned back against the mirror, surprised at how quick all of this was going on. Both of you were. But neither of you were putting a stop to it. This was what she had been thinking about doing. Taking you from Bruce’s side and showing you how she really felt. This, this was a dream come true.
She kissed her way up one of your thighs, right along the inner skin, got to your underwear and started to pull it off slowly, leading it with kisses among the other thigh, to the calf, the to your pretty feet, bound in heels. Those, she would leave on. Just like she would her own thigh-high boots. “You’re very beautiful, y/n,” Diana said, getting a real good look at you.
“So are you, Princess,” You said with a smile, watching with eyes full of adoration. She existed for your compliments, and made her way hungrily between your legs. She was soft, just like those plump lips of hers, and she was gentle. She was also quite slow, which made you want her all the more. Her tongue was wet and warm and seemed to know exactly where to go to bring out the little whimpers in you. Your hands went to your own breasts, squeezing them. You pulled at your own nipples, making a display of it as Diana watched. Her dark eyes stayed focus up on you as her mouth worked.
As you began to reach your climax, miscellaneous things in the bathroom started to rumble. The garbage can for one, began to shake. The paper towel roll became entirely undone. The soap started to squirt out on its own. The lights flickered on and off as that force-field of yours affected the electricity around you. When you did finally reach it, your legs tightened around Diana, trapping her there as you thrust your hips up and down against her face, mewling with satisfaction.
The afterglow must have been amazing, for you grew a lot more loose and limber afterwards. Once you let Diana out of your grip, she joined you, hopping up onto the counter and put her arms around you, bringing you in for more kisses. These ones were more so lazy, just little pecks, as you started to recover from that rush of emotions. “What about you?” You asked, looking her over with a grin on her face.
“In time,” Diana smirked. “We have all of that in the world.”
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Curse Her (No Really)
So that’s the look i imagine is on Loki’s face when he’s like “Can’t know what?” Anyways I had this idea yesterday after thinking about how I grew into an allergy to acrylic. It started off as an idea to grow into an allergy to gold but then i was like NO what if Amora cursed you instead and just ran with it lol Also Uno is totally the Monopoly of card games, I play it with my friends online and there is constant back stabbing and yelling 😂
P.S. I nearly said pus-y but spelled it as pu$$y and just barely caught it holy cow that could have been bad 🤣
Summary: Amora curses you so you can’t wear gold anymore, the metal being Loki’s favorite type of jewelry to gift you and see you wear with pride. You don’t want to tell him because you’re strong and independent and can figure this out without him, right?
In hindsight you should have seen this coming, honestly.
You sit in the lab with Tony, you on his table, your legs dangling, and Tony in his seat looking over the holoscreen in front of him with a frown. Bruce is out of town being the humanitarian he is so Tony is left with the job of running scans on those who are affected in battle. You’re just lucky Loki joined the team and helped Tony and Bruce make machines that can scan magic.
“She cast a spell so you can’t wear gold anymore?” Tony says, his frown deepening. “That’s...a stupid curse.” Tony says looking a bit bewildered.
You let out a bitter chuckle. “She’s jealous that Loki is with me and knows that he loves to gift his sweethearts gold jewelry,” You tell the genius with a roll of your eyes. You look at the ground and sigh. “I suppose I should keep this a secret because if Loki finds out he’ll hunt down Amora and attack her. The last thing I want is Amora teasing me for not being able to fight my own fights.”
“That is a horrible idea,” Tony pips up looking at you sympathetically. “However, as the resident, number one placeholder of bad ideas, I say do exactly that if you’re really that turned off by some teasing.” Tony says, half heartedly trying to convince you to not follow through with this plan but knowing he failed by the pinched look on your face.
It only takes two days. Two. For Loki to realize you’re not wearing his jewelry.
You’re lucky he realizes while in the middle of a team bonding activity, card games.
“Darling, where’s your necklace?” Loki asks lightly as he watches Steve put down a reverse card so instead of being Clint’s turn it’s Tony’s. Clint responds by calling Steve a buttface causing Steve to laugh out of shock.
Your eyes flick over to Tony’s, whose eyes meet yours for a second before you’re both looking at the cards on the floor again. You don’t notice it but Loki definitely noticed the look you both shared but chooses to ignore it.
“I’m letting it soak, it needed to be cleaned and polished.” You easily slip the lie out of your lips. When you look at Loki you’re lucky he isn’t looking at you at first because he can usually read your lies. As he skims his eyes back over to you you let a soft smile slide over your lips to which the god answers with a tilt of his lips.
When he looks away you swallow, Tony catching your eyes and raising his eyebrows.
Tell him. Tony’s eyes flash.
Not right now! You push back through your eyes and a small shake of your head.
Tony rolls his eyes and that’s the end of that silent conversation.
The subject isn’t brought up again until the fourth day.
You know Loki has definitely caught on to the fact that you stay in Tony’s lab a lot recently but you’re thankful he doesn’t ask questions about it.
“Where are your rings?” Loki outright asks, grabbing your hand and rubbing over your fingers with his thumb, his face in a slight frown as he looks at your bare hands. He notes that you wear silver bangles instead of your usual gold.
You both are getting ready for a press release about Amora’s attack and usually you love to flash your jewelry to the public, as if yelling from the roof tops that Loki is yours when you’re adorned in his colors and gifts.
“I, uh, lost them,” You mutter out, playing it up and acting ashamed with your flushed cheeks and pulling your hand from Loki’s to hug yourself. “I’m sorry, I’ll find them though.” You bite your lip looking at Loki’s face. The god smiles tenderly and brings his hand up to caress at your jaw.
“It is fine. I will help you look for them when we have the time.” Loki tells you, his hand falling from your face to grab your hand and lead you from the room.
You totally miss the disappointed frown that passes over Loki’s face as you pass the dresser in the room and he sees the rings laying there.
By the sixth day Loki hasn’t said anything else about your missing jewelry. However, yesterday, a day after the press release, Loki had left your rings on your night stand without another word about them.
You can tell Loki is pulling from you, putting up walls that you had worked so hard to demolish. He seems more standoffish and irritated now if his scathing remarks to the team are a tell. You really should just tell him what’s going on but you’re stubborn.
Today, you sit with Tony in the lab hoping he’ll find a way to make this stupid curse just disappear. While you could wear the gold it would leave you with a noticeable rash within a few hours and if worn long enough pockets of pus appear. If Loki noticed that he would start asking questions you can’t, or rather don’t want to, answer
“I think we need to tell him, I’m honestly lost,” Tony says swiveling in his chair to look at you. “Magic isn’t my forte, it’s Loki’s.” He explains as if you don’t know that.
“Tony, Amora will never let me live this down. She will always belittle me for being weak and having to ask for help to figure this out.”
“Technically you’ve already asked for help...” Tony points out hesitantly.
“This is different. She will call me dependent on Loki, like I wasn’t a threat before he came along and I’m his little damsel in distress,” You say letting out a frustrated growl and covering your face with your hands. “I don’t know how to explain what I mean, ok, I just can’t tell Loki.”
“Uh...” Is all Tony says as you failed to notice someone else came into the lab.
“Look, I love Loki but he can’t know.” You say with finality, letting your hands drop.
“Loki can’t know what, exactly?” Loki asks in a smooth but dangerously low tone.
You gasp, jumping a little in your spot on Tony’s work table. Your eyes are wide as saucers and you’re sure you can feel the blood from your face leave.
Loki stands a few feet away with his arms crossed and a pissed look on his face.
The room is incredibly silent, the tension able to be cut with a dull butter knife. You’re lucky Tony comes to save you.
Tony sighs, brings a hand up to rub through his hair and looks at Loki with a grimace as if dreading to tell Loki a, false, secret.
Wow he was a great actor, shouldn’t be surprising considering he grew up under the paparazzi’s thumb but to see it in action? It’s shocking.
“She wants me to build her some armor. Says she feels inadequate next to all of us since she doesn’t have powers or anything cool other than pistols.” Tony, falsely, admits.
Loki frowns at Tony before his eyes slide over to you looking to see if Tony speaks the truth. You quickly make yourself believe Tony’s lie, putting on your brave face as you look at the God of Lies in the eyes.
You know you’ve succeeded because Loki drops his arms and walks over to you. Tony moves away to tinker with something else in his lab, giving you both space, and quickly flicking the holoscreen he had been looking at away before Loki gets a close look at it and it reveals your secret.
Loki spreads your knees so he may stand between your legs and brings a hand up to grip your chin and make you look up at him.
“You will never be inadequate. You deserve a spot on this team, powers or not. You are a formidable warrior and I’m honored to be able to fight by your side,” Loki tells you, his voice strong and confident, his eyes filled with love. “Why would you hide this from me?” He then whispers, his eyebrows stitched together in a hurt look.
You swallow the lump in your throat and consider telling Loki the truth as you look into his eyes and see how much he truly loves you. How much it hurts him to know you’ve been lying to his face.
“I-”
Suddenly the tower’s klaxons are roaring to life and causing the moment to be broken. You, Loki, and Tony stand at attention.
“Sir, Amora has breeched your defenses, she is fighting Mr. Rogers and Odinson on floor 84. I believe they have it handled though.” Jarvis supplies you all.
You and Loki quickly make your way to the floor, Tony lagging behind to put on his suit.
When you get there Steve and Thor have Amora bound with magic resistant cuffs as she kneels on the ground between them. When she sees you her eyes light up at the fact you are without any jewelry and gives a dark laugh.
“You haven’t rid yourself of my curse? I figured Loki would break it within 24 hours. You’re losing your touch aren’t you, mage?” Amora says looking over to Loki with a perfectly coiffed eyebrow raised in question.
Loki looks over to you with confusion on his face and you sigh. Of course the bitch had to ruin everything you’ve been avoiding.
“Oh,” Amora says, her face slack with shock. Then it splits into an evil grin. “He doesn’t know?”
You glance at Loki who is looking between the two of you with avid interest. Steve and Thor look confused as well. Tony’s suit clanks over to Amora and slaps a magic resistant gag over her mouth, giving you a look that tells you you need to tell Loki everything, now.
Steve, Thor and Tony leave with Amora leaving you in the silent room with a very confused Loki.
“What does she speak of?” Loki finally asks when you refuse to give him anything as you stand there looking at the ground like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “You’re cursed?” Loki asks, concern laced in his words causing you to feel worse.
You let a tear drop from your eye, blowing out a deep breath and looking at Loki.
“She cursed me so I can’t wear gold without getting a bad rash and pus pockets.” You let the words tumble out of your lips, a small hiccup coming out of your mouth at the end of the sentence.
Loki frowns at you, obviously wanting to comfort you but doesn’t reach for you yet. “That is why you haven’t been wearing my jewelry?” Loki asks for confirmation.
You nod, bringing a hand up to wipe at your tears.
You don’t expect it but Loki quickly envelops you into his arms in a crushing hug. One hand holding your head to his chest, the other rubbing over your back. His body relaxing into yours as if relieved.
“You’re not mad?” You ask the god shakily, your words hitting his chest as puffs of air from your mouth. You bring your arms up and hug Loki back.
“Darling, I thought you had grown tired of me, that you were slipping from my grasps, that you were going to ask to split any day now.” Loki says into your hair where he litters kisses. “I thought you had fallen for Tony.” Loki explains his own voice wavering a bit at the confession.
“What,” You say shocked, your arms squeezing Loki tighter at the realization of the hurt you put Loki through this past week, “No, never, Tony is my friend. I just didn’t want to have to be saved by you all the time. I don’t want to be your damsel in distress. I want us both to be dependent but also independent, that’s all.” You explain into Loki’s chest, your body now shaking with the emotions that overwhelm you.
Loki lets out a relieved laugh, pulling away just enough so he may look down at you. “You will never be a damsel in distress, with need of my help or not. I told you, you are formidable on your own, a warrior with a brave spirit.”
Suddenly you feel really stupid. Amora had gotten inside your head and screwed everything up. Loki was right, as he usually is.
You let out a shaky laugh. “Can you please break this curse so I can wear your jewelry again? I miss it, a lot.” You ask of Loki who only smiles at you fondly and nods.
“Of course, darling.”
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