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flipphone01st · 3 months

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PLEASE write the mafia 141 idea you posted🥺I'm in love with the idea so much already!!!

Mafia 141/Bartender reader- Part one

Johnny🧼

Mostly Johnny/reader in this fic, because ive decided to split this up into different parts that will focus on different characters Like part 2 could focus of Gaz/reader.

Warning: not proof read, bad joke, swearing, alcohol and smoking, Johnny is a lil shit, and pushy, poorly written accents, (if I forgot anything that could have a warning let me know )

this is literally my first time actually writing a full fic so it's probably mediocre, FEEDBACK AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. Other then that I hope you enjoy :)

Stupid uncle, stupid debt, stupid bar. You hated this, but you suppose its your own fault. If only you had just closed the door when your uncle showed up at your door begging for help because he had gained massive debt to one of the most infamous crime bosses in the city... Johnathan Price...if only you had just said no and didn't drive your ass down to Price's club and demand to speak with him, didn't try and bargain for your uncle...maybe then you wouldn't be forced to work for the bastard...

Two hours...thats how much longer you'd have to spend standing behind this bar. You swear to god, if other drunk yells at you you'll shove a jigger down their throat, and your 'coworkers', if you could even call them that, weren't making your life easier. If anything they were hellbent on making it worse. "Yer lookin' a bit peely wally." Johnny chuckles while cleaning a margarita glass, it was just him today, said Kyle was off doing something for Price, you didn't want to ask what.

You glance up at him, eyes narrowing in confusion and slight annoyance "..huh?"

"Means you look like shite." He clarifies.

You sigh and stand up, nudging an empty box away with your foot "thanks... asshole." You grumble. He chuckles and raises his hands in mock surrender, "Awe come on, I'm just funnin' with ya. You look fine, a wee bit red in the face, but that's it." He grins, you didn't hate him, he could actually be quite hilarious sometimes... sometimes...You roll your eyes. He laughs and takes out a cigarette, lighting it up. "Ya want one?" He offers.

"no...I thought price didn't like us smoking around the drinks.."

"Aye, he doesn't." He shrugs, taking a drag of his cigarette. "but what ol Pricey doesn't know won't kill em."

"mm.." your nose scrunches in disgust at the smell. you take a small step away, not wanting the smoke to settle on your clothes. He blows smoke out the side of his mouth, away from you "yer no fun ya know that?" You scoff, "pft..I can be fun.", while crossing your arms, and leaning back against the bar with your lips shaped into a slightly grumpy pout. "Oh?" He chuckles again, leaning back against the bar himself "can ya? Let's see, tell me a joke."

you think long and hard "uuuuuuuuuuuh..ok I got one. What do you call a fake noodle?" Johnny squints his eyes "...what?"

"....an impasta..."

"..."

"..." You're both silent, completely silent.... just staring at each other...

"..." Johnny sighs "that joke was dogshite."

Your shoulders slump forward in defeat "I know." He chuckles, "Well at least yer aware." before taking another drag of his cigarette. before looking at you with the most smug grin you've ever seen "but that also just proved my point...yer no fun, pipsqueak."

"Pipsqueak?" You raise an eyebrow as your eyes narrow

"Yeah, you heard me. Yer a wee'un." He teased, god you wanted to whip that stupid grin off his equally stupid face. "you're not even that much taller than me."

"I'm seven inches taller than you." He points out.

"...nuh uh.."

"Fuck ya mean, nuh uh?" His eyebrows furrowed as he tries not to laugh, on the other hand, your brows furrow in annoyance. "I mean, nuh uh."

Johnny chuckles, and places his hand on top of your head. He then leans down, the tip of his nose almost brushing yours "dena it alllll ya want..." His eyes were locked with yours, the faint smell of cigarette smoke almost making you recoil in disgust. he leans even closer, you try and lean back but you're stopped by the bar. "...yer still a pipsqueak!" then ruffles your hair aggressively.

You slap his hand away, glaring at him while fixing your hair. "Jerk! Don't do that again." you grumble, and to make matters even worse, you feel your cheeks heat up a bit. "Awe, someone's all hot and flustered now." He smirks, giving you a small jab with his elbow "c'mon now, I was just joking around, relax."

You groan softly and roll your eyes, pushing him away and walking to the other side of the bar, trying to find anything that you could use to ignore him. Johnny grins, quickly putting out his cigarette and following after you "see! that's exactly what I'm talking about. Such a grump...don't tell me yer so boring that ya don't even like a bit of harmless flirting?"

"go away, Johnny." You don't look up from the drink you were pouring for a costumer "Aww, c'mon. I'm just tryna lift yer spirits." He wraps his arm around your shoulder "you like me don't ya?" He grins, not expecting a positive answer.

Your eyes widen and you move out from under his arm "no." Was your immediate response, your voice stern. Johnny grins wider and moves to stand right in front of you, leaning right up and practically invading your personal space. "Don't lie to me now. I bet ya daydream about me, don't ya? About all of us? Me and the lads, hm?"

Your face goes red "what?" He grins, almost deviously "you think I haven't noticed the way ya seem to float off into lala land while staring at me or Kyle work? When Simon's gotta rough up some jackass? Or even when price is literally just in the room with ya? Don't try to dena it, pipsqueak...just can't keep us all out of yer fantasies eh?" His hands slide their way onto your hips, he didn't seem to care about the bar patrons laughing and ooing, some even getting annoyed that the two bartenders were flirting with each other instead of enabling their alcohol addiction.

Your brain felt like it was short circuiting, it had become uncomfortably warm. If you were a truther..you'd admit that despite hating these four men...they were kinda hot. But you're a god damn liar and you'll be one till the day you die! "i-i!..no..no way!.. you're crazy! There's no way in hell id ever like any of you like...that.."

"Mm...sure... I'm definitely crazy." He leans even closer, his voice a whisper as he presses his body into you, the two of you basically chest to chest "...crazy about you." He leans down to try and steal a kiss, you're eyes widen comically large but thankfully before you could even react the gruff voice of Simon makes Johnny freeze just before his lips could graze yours "That's enough, you two 'er supposed to be workin, not swapping spit." He glares at Johnny, you didn't notice it but there was a slight hint of jealousy in his dark eyes... you didn't notice, but Johnny sure as hell did.

Johnny quickly backs up from you, and then looks at Simon with a smug grin on his face "Jeez... Yer no fun either, Si. We were just messin' around." Simon stares him down, not breaking eye contact with Johnny for a good two minutes, until finally letting out a deep sigh "just keep it outside of work..." then glances at you, "Price said you're free to go for today.."

You nod "uh..thank you." You awkwardly stutter, still trying to process what just happened and understand how it made you feel... were you embarrassed? Very. Were you necessarily uncomfortable?... strangely enough...no, you weren't uncomfortable. Simon nods then walks off into his little office behind the bar, Johnny watches him go, then his gaze wanders back over to you "Sooo, ya gonna head off then?"

"yeah.." you answer, somewhat shyly. Johnny nods, a quick look of disappointment on his face before he masks it with a smile "alright, then...have a good night, pipsqueak." He shrugs playfully, and begins walking off to serve a poor bastard that had been trying to order a drink for the past five minutes. ".. you too, Johnny.." you mutter while walking out from behind the bar to towards the break room to get your stuff and finally leave....what a weird ass day...

END OF PART ONE. Please let me know what you thought

#task force 141 #cod mw2 #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #eventual!gaz x reader #eventual!ghost x reader #eventual!price x reader #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #captain price x reader #mafia 141 #mafia au #soap x reader #soap mw2 #taskforce 141 #mw2 x reader #gn!reader

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arguablysomaya · 1 year

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This is a bit niche but Babs and Tim interacting with each other fic recs if you have any? Or if not just young justice being insane lol

i actually don't think i've seen too much of babs & tim... i do have some insane yj tho

by @charleswaterloo

There is an enormous container ship called the Ever Given stuck in the Suez Canal. Young Justice is on the case. During their short adventure, they also: make a massive sand sculpture, enjoy some fanfiction, and unblock the Suez Canal. Not in that order. * ‘I am thinking,’ Tim said, with extreme calm, ‘that you have made something that looks like a very large penis when viewed from above.’

‘It’s a dick and balls, yeah,’ Bart said without embarrassment. ‘It’s poetic! I’m ending the journey like it started.’ * ‘Did you-’ Dick began, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, ‘did you really tell him to: "at least make the shaft bigger”? Bart told Wally, and he told me but I have to know if it’s true, Tim. My life depends on it.’

i've probably recc'd this before but this crackfic should be given a plaque

by UntoldDepths

Tim's got a board zoom meeting in 15 minutes at Way Too Early and nothing ready to wear. His friends are absolutely no help and probably half the reason.

young justice are thirstyyyy

by @withthekeyisking-writer

When an alien invasion falls upon the Earth, Dick loses everything he holds dear.

Until he wakes up again.

Actually a crime this fic doesn't have more recognition

by Jonaira, Kimi_f

Conner was sure of only three things. One, Tim was a vampire. Two, he maybe really liked the guy. And three, Tim unconditionally and irrevocably hated him.

Conner has never really fit in. Pulled between a life of luxury, high expectations, and neglect with Lex or anonymity, living paycheck to paycheck, and awkward distance with Clark, Conner chooses the latter. He abandons his life in sunny Hawaii, leaving him miserable and biding his time until he can move out. That is, until he meets the dazzling Wayne family, and decides to unravel their supernatural mystery. Whether the Waynes like it or not.

Twilight AU. Kind of.

I have no excuse.

by Killthespare

The League has fallen. The team is dead. All that’s left is for Dick Grayson to pick up the pieces and move forward.

Easier said than done.

AU where dick grayson has to rebuild superhero society after failsafe kills a bunch of people. CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED!!!!!!! I'M NOT JOKING, PEOPLE SHOULD BE PROSECUTED

by wearealltalesintheend

Instead of dropping out of college to join Bludhaven Police Department, Dick Grayson takes a job at Gotham's Parks and Recreation Department.

In different ways, everyone follows.

Or, Parks and Rec AU

how much drama could one park even have?

by JadedJewels

Kyle lives in New York. Well, when he’s not living on Oa. He’s also kinda sorta dating Jason Todd and the batkids want to see what he’s all about. Kyle just thinks he’s lucky Batman himself hasn’t climbed through his window.

technically not about young justice but idc I wanted to rec it so here it is

by @leaping--lizards

Teen Titans Rebirth: Damian doesn't have any friends Me: okay but how about no

or, Damian Wayne's thirteenth birthday, done right.

An entire fic of damian being like that one tt audio "you asked me to make friends, I made friends. it was a task. i complete tasks."

#i love doing theseeeee #fic rec #batfam #batfam fic rec #batfam fanfiction #dc comics #batman #batman fanfiction #batfamily #dc #dcu #shut up somaya #dc universe #yj #young justice

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halkyles · 2 years

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listen...vampire kylehal

Kyle can feel the hurt and shock on his face, paired with the sting of his now empty hands. He stares at Hal, who stands on the opposite far end of the meadow, and an apology is already forming on his lips.

Hal still beats him to it. Perhaps Kyle needs to get used to this, now, to Hal being faster. Though it's still something hard to accept, considering Kyle never shuts up and Hal never shares too much of the thoughts going through his head.

If one were to predict who would talk first, Kyle would be the favored option of the two. And yet...

"I am terribly sorry," Hal says, hesitating where he's standing, hands twitching at his sides. "Would you understand what I meant if I said I was only human?"

It takes Kyle by surprise, no doubt, that Hal isn't just speaking, but that he's... opening up, or at least it seems so. Besides that, there's also Hal's consideration to make sure Kyle can hear him that adds up to his amazement.

It still doesn't stop the way Kyle's heart is starting to speed up, or the way his muscles are tensing up in preparation for a quick and efficient retreat. His instincts are telling him he should go, leave now that he can, run—if not for a quieter part of his thoughts telling him it would be useless. He would never be able to outrun Hal.

Kyle still nods at the attempted joke, if it can be called so. He can't find anything funny about the situation. No, that wouldn't be the right feeling, would it? This is more like... fascination. Perhaps of the deadly kind.

Adrenaline pulsing through his veins as the realization of danger grows stronger, Kyle soon notices that Hal can smell it, smell him, from where he's standing. Eyes wide open, Kyle watches as Hal's smile turns self-depricating in that unique way that only Hal has mastered.

"I'm the world's best predator, aren't I? Everything about me invites you in—my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!"

Unexpectedly, Hal's moving too quickly for Kyle to actually follow, in a manner that makes him think of, of, of Wally. Instantly out of sight, seemingly gone from existence, only to re-appear beneath the same tree as before, circling the meadow faster than what Kyle could actually properly process.

"As if you could outrun me," Hal laughs, lips thinning with the gesture, head downcast and eyes shrouded with bitterness. Or maybe sadness.

The demonstration doesn't end there. It's as if Hal is trying to drive the point home, to make sure Kyle gets it, with no room for doubt to fester. Reaching up with one hand, Hal looks at Kyle's shocked face as a two-foot-thick branch succumbs to his grip. He makes it look completely effortless, and perhaps it actually is, for him, because of... whatever he is.

Balancing the branch in his hand for a moment, Hal finally redirects his gaze from Kyle to the nearest line of trees, looking like he's calculating something. What, exactly, isn't clear, and Kyle yelps when suddenly the branch Hal took shatters against another huge tree, which shakes and trembles with the blow, threatening to fall off its roots.

"As if you could fight me off," Kyle gasps, breath high in his throat, when Hal stands in front of him again, still moving at that impossible-to-follow speed.

It leaves Kyle unable to do anything but sit without moving, legs numb, feeling on his skin the phantasmagorical sensation of millions of ants climbing up his legs, his arms. It shakes him when he finally gets it—when Kyle's brain gives up on catching up and focuses on the main problem at hand: he's more frightened of Hal than he's ever been.

He's never seen the other so free, unbothered by that carefully cultivated facade that lets him mingle among humans. Now that it's come to this, Kyle's sure that Hal has never been less human... or more beautiful.

Face pale, eyes wide, Kyle sits dumbly, akin to a terrified mouse who sees itself locked in the eyes of a snake it cannot outrun. And, for all that it matters... he realizes that he likes it.

#halkyle #hal jordan #kyle rayner #green lantern #fanfic #A TWILIGHT AU YALL ARE WELCOME #I LITERALLY HAD TO LOOK THE BOOK ONLINE FOR THE SCENE AND THEN YES. I DID REWRITE IT.#ALL THIS EFFORT FOR A SHITPOST TYPE OF AN AU

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redjaybathood · 2 years

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High School No Powers AU but it takes place kinda in the same universe as the Joker/Selina/Bruce YA graphic novel.

All the batkids and their friends are from the same generation as Bruce, and they all in the same school.

Everyone has a clique. Jason's is:

Biz Arro, cheerleader. Has a speech disability and a very beloved plush toy. Rumored to be an uncle to Kon and Matches Luthor-Kents but they never seen even acknowledging each other;

Artemis Grace. Was home schooled up to high school because she was raised on a lesbian commune. Despite this, the least awkward of their group and the reason nobody bullies them;

JD. She spent some time in the same foster home as Jack Napier and considers him as an older brother. She really should not;

Sasha Bahriana. Nobody knows what happened to her face but everyone knows that the other guy got worse;

Jason himself. Everyone knows his mom is addict and his dad's in jail. Everyone also knows he's a giant nerd and theatre geek.

Sometimes have lunch with him, when they feel like slumming it: real life princess Koriand'r (who's also literally exiled from her kingdom by the edict of her older sister, Queen Komand'r) and don't ask why she hangs out with them - when it started, she was going through a rough break up with her first American boyfriend (first love, period) and wanted to get closer to a guy who he always despised; Roy Harper, Olympics-level champion in archery, used to have a two-way unrequited crush with Jason (their break up was very messy but somehow they are still on good terms, just not speaking much).

Dick's clique:

aforementioned Roy Harper and Koriand'r, both his exes, now on good terms;

Wally West from the track team and science club;

Victor Stone from the football team and a known computer geek;

Garfield Logan, a celebrity teen actor (and Victor's boyfriend);

Rachel Roth, resident goth, who's rumoured to had killed her father (and also Gar's girlfriend);

Donna Troy, who moved a couple of years ago and nobody knows where from - or, rather, there's too much contradicting rumours. Looks like she can break you in half and is the reason nobody bullies them;

Dick himself, who was home schooled until middle school, when his parents decided it would be better for his education if he had more stable environment. He is on gymnastics team.

Tim's clique:

Kon Luthor-Kent, a child of a very very messy divorce - to the point that there was a time when nobody had custody of him at all;

Cassie Sandsmark, who spends like every summer in Greece for some reason and is really into Percy Jackson. Also, she is ready to fight gods, and is the reason nobody bullies them;

Cissie King-Jones, another Olympic-level archer;

Bart Allen, who has a twin, actually, but they were separated at birth and now they are raised by the same uncle, Mercury;

Tim himself. His parents used to be rich and sent him to a boarding school. Now they lost all their money and going through a messy (and expensive) divorce so Tim is slumming it in Gotham High. He's a skater and spends too much otherwise free time on social media.

Cassandra Cain's clique:

Barbara Gordon, her foster sister, who technically graduated so she doesn't really count as clique as of this year;

Stephanie Brown. On gymnastics team. Got her father arrested;

Duke Thomas. Valedictorian. Is great with basketball but not on a team. Often organizes or attends political rallies, demonstrations, etc. He and other teens from Gotham organized a whole protest movement;

Cassandra herself. Her father got arrested, her mother unknown. She ended up being fostered by police commissioner. Now, she dances in a street/underground dance competition. She never loses.

Bruce's clique:

Selina Kyle. She doesn't need an introduction. Everyone knows her, everyone wants to be her, even boys;

Talia al Ghul. They transferred at the same time from the same boarding school in Switzerland;

Harvey Dent. One of the childhood friends of Bruce;

Tommy Elliott, another childhood friend of Bruce but now Bruce feels weird around him, but he's sure it's nothing + Tommy just going through some stuff, similar to what Bruce went through a couple years before;

Bruce himself. After his parents tragically died, had a hard time dealing with. After he was kicked out from one school after another for fighting, his guardians decided that a change of scenery is needed and shipped him off to Switzerland. One of his guardians, Alfred, went with him. Leslie, sadly, couldn't give up her practice.

A clique of their own: Grant, Joey, Rose Wilsons, Match Luthor, Thaddeus Thwane, Tara Markov. They are, or were at some point, fostered by Slade Wilson. Except for the Wilsons, they are his biological kids, but no one is living with him by now, and everyone is better for it. They bonded over the shared trauma and hatred/love to Slade Wilson.

Others:

Roman Sionis. Childhood enemy of Bruce. Currently, more of an enemy to Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd.

Jack Napier. Current enemy of Bruce. A Creep who likes to think that he's either a nice guy, or that everyone is bad so it doesn't matter.

Harley Quinn. Ex-girlfriend of Jack. Kneed him in the nuts in front of the whole school. Currently dates Pamela Isley.

#gotham high #high school au

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shinobirain24 · 3 years

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Time Skip

Titans Bunker

May 4th 2021

12:56:12 AM

Donna Troy, known as the heroine and former Wonder Girl, Troia. Is standing in a memorial hall with holograms of Don Hall, known as Dove who died in a battle. And Kara Zor-El, known as the second champion of Metropolis, Supergirl. Next to her is Roy Harper, known as Arsenal, the former Speedy.

"Can't sleep?" Asked Roy. While Donna rubbed her eyes in distraught. As the leader of the Titans, she looks out for her team. But with the loss of two members, it became the burden she rather carried.

"No, what brings you back to Titans Bunker Roy?" Asked Donna. Roy was about to bring the news she wished she doesn't have to hear. "Have you heard?" Asked Roy. Donna sighed that she already heard the news. "Sadly. Yes. First Kara, and now Conner. I can't imagine how hard what Superman and everyone else has taken. Ever since the Titans disbanded."

"I know. How is Hank holding up?" Asked Roy.

"Still mourning, Don was like a little brother to us all seeing the good in others, even those with darker hearts since the Tamaran Wars. And Kara...stubborn as she is, but also heart of gold. Hank survived for his brother, cause Don was the light to his half."

"Hate to say he's too good for fighting. But I owe him for telling me there was no problem for enjoying while everything last. But ever since the Furies arrived, I was there when Kara and Don were killed by them. But what was strange was that only Don's body was found but Kara's was missing. You don't think..."

"That she is alive. I wish to believe it, but we can't rule everything out. Unless, it has been connected to Apokolips Now that we know who Gretchen Goode is. Including the bomb that Miss Martian's younger brother is using filled with kryptonite. The same one used to kill Kara, or rather to weaken her. But I have a theory that chances are we might find her." Donna wipes off the tears to appear strong. But nothing they can do to relieve from the pain of losing others.

"I'm sorry." Roy apologized. Donna looks at him with concern. Roy never felt too much in a long time.

"For what, Roy?"

"Like I said, I was there the day Don was killed. And Kara, she was probably used as a puppet by Apokolips. I was weak. I couldn't save them. That's why I never joined a team ever again "

"Roy, there was nothing you could've done to predict that occurrence. None of this was your fault. But I too felt that burden. Since Don, Kara, Wally and then Conner. If you wished to honor our fallen, your place is open back to the Titans, Roy."

"Thanks, but I just needed some time. All this grief is giving me a headache."

"You seemed more open-minded than before. What changed you? From what I remembered is that you're a bit arrogant when you refused my invitation to join the Titans."

"I guess, you are the only person I can talk to since we last met. Not as my leader but as a friend." Roy admits.

"Roy. If there's anything you want to talk about. The Titan's Bunker is open." Donna said before Roy left to have time alone. Joining the Titans was a lifetime ago. But he has yet to find a place of his own. "Thanks."

Just then, Green Lantern, Kyle Rayner, flew by and landed behind Troia and Arsenal. "Kyle, my greetings to welcome you back to the Titans." Troia greets. "Hey, Troia. Sorry to interrupt, but Blackfire has broken out of Oa Prison."

"Starfire's evil twin?" Roy asked. Then Kyle turned to Roy. "Oh, hey, Roy. Haven't seen you in a while." Roy was expected to at least scoff at his arrival. But instead, he slightly smiled at Kyle, who was a fellow titan. "Great to see you too, Kyle. That wicked airhead never learned."

"Tell me about it. Guess we have to warn Starfire about her evil warlord sister."

#young justice fanfiction #young justice prequel #young justice titans

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kiseiakhun · 5 months

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(nsfw)

read on ao3

Alright.

Alright, so, the kid is hooking up with Wally. That... makes more sense than it doesn't, actually, considering how they bicker. It was only a matter of time before they jumped each other. Had been jumping each other. Honestly, they're barely keeping it discreet. Probably the only reason Hal hadn't noticed sooner is because he barely spends time on Earth anymore.

He just wishes they weren't proving his suspicions right on his bed. That he sleeps on.

His bed. Not Kyle's, or at least, the bed that Kyle is currently sleeping in, because the kid had somehow gotten it in his head that Hal's spare room is meant for him. "The beds on the watchtower are uncomfortable," he says, every time he has to stay on Earth for more than two days, "and it's not like anyone is staying with you," and "every time I stay with the Titans I get sucked into teenager drama," and "you're the only one with a place on Earth anymore, please please please please please?"

Which is a lie, by the way. Alan still has his mansion, and he knows Bruce keeps a place around for Kyle because he's soft on the kid. And none of it matters, because Hal always says yes. Kyle's right. It's not like anyone is using his spare room, anyway.

"You're such an asshole," he hears Kyle hiss, through the cracked-open door, and then, "ow! Stop biting me!" He really needs to start learning how to say 'no' to Kyle. It's been years, he's made up for the whole Parallax thing, right? Right.

"Then hurry up," Wally insists. "I didn't come to hear you bitch and whine."

"In case you forgot, I didn't ask you to come. You invited yourself." There's the shuffle of bodies, the creak of Hal's ancient bedsprings. Unwittingly, Hal conjures an image of Kyle. And Wally. And their paper-thin uniforms that they create out of nothing. Would they even need to take anything off? Touching Kyle is like touching bare skin.

And that's a dangerous line of thought. No. Nope.

"I came to see Hal, not you," Wally insists. "And speaking of, hurry up, before he comes back."

There's a seconds-long pause.

"Really?" Wally asks.

"Shut up," Kyle replies, sounding flustered.

"Freak." Wally can't be too offended, if the rocking of the bed and Kyle's low moan is any indication. "Of course you'd like that, you shameless exhibitionist."

"Like you're any better." There's the sound of flesh on flesh. Of lips on skin. Hal stares at the sliver of afternoon light spilling through the crack on the door like it holds all the answers. His pants feel tight. Maybe he should start using his front door instead of flying in through the window. John had lectured him enough on the security threat of an always-open window. So had Bruce, but Hal doesn't care about Bruce's opinion. Kyle also insists on the open window, for his oil paintings to dry.

Hal really needs to start saying no to the kid.

"What are you doing?" Kyle asks, sounding strangled.

"Did you leave your brain in space?" Wally's voice is breathy. Hal is rooted in place. "What does it look like I'm doing, dumbass?"

"I am not fucking you today." Kyle's voice is a tight hiss. "We're on Hal's bed!"

"Oh, so you'd grope me on Hal's bed, but you won't fuck me on Hal's bed?"

"I'm not getting lube on his sheets! He doesn't have a washing machine!"

"Unbelievable," Wally says. "When did you get so uptight? Did space turn you into a prude, too? I thought lanterns were supposed to be sluts."

"You're a slut." Kyle sounds aggrieved. "You really can't live without my cock for one day? You're the one who says we should make this qu-ick-"

"I'm always quick." Wally sounds far too smug for someone who just basically admitted he can't last in bed. The wet noises get louder. "And stop being so precious, I know you've jerked off on this bed."

"Fuck," Kyle hisses. "That's different, you a-asshole." His breathing gets heavy. "Me t-touching myself doesn't mean bringing lube-stained sheets to the laundromat."

Hal feels dizzy. Kyle. Touching himself. On Hal's bed.

He should really leave. He should've left ten minutes ago. He should've left as soon as he flew in through the window and heard Wally and Kyle rolling in the sheets, hissing and spitting at each other like cats. The sheets. On his bed. On Hal's bed, that they are on, right now.

Kyle takes too many liberties with Hal's stuff. Kyle waltzes into his life like a little diva and takes Hal's time and his home like he's entitled to it, wheedling and pouting and nagging Hal until he folds to his every request. He sleeps in his bed, leaves crumbs on the couch cushions, and stinks up the apartment with his paints and canvases and half-drunk cups of coffee. Against his will, Hal knows what gesso is, and fixative, and the dangers of tossing oil paint rags in the trash. He keeps pulling sketchbooks out from under tables, and pillows, and under the bed and behind the bookcase and, once, in the spice cabinet, tucked into the furthest corner. It might still be there, actually. Kyle's still here, in his bed, in his life, flitting around like a moth that won't leave.

And now he's fucking Wally in Hal's room. Not the spare bedroom, but Hal's. He's touched himself in that bedroom. And God, Wally. Hal can't think of Wally. He's known Wally since he was a kid, since he was a bright-eyed little rascal looking at Barry like he's the best thing in the world.

This is so, so wrong.

"Stop worrying," Wally tells Kyle, that breathy tone still in his voice, that breathy, aroused voice that Hal shouldn't listen to, he should not be listening to. "No one cares about - hah. About what you do."

"Are you trying to be nice?" Kyle's voice has the same strain to it. "Because if you are, you're, ngh. You're really bad at it."

"I'm not." Wally somehow manages to sound both unimpressed and turned on at once. Hal wonders what they're doing, wonders at their position. From context, Wally's probably on top of Kyle. Is Kyle sitting up, or lying down? Hal imagines it. Imagines Kyle holding Wally's hips, or his ass, fingers denting the jagged red edges of his uniform, ripped open just enough to ease Kyle's cock into him. And Kyle, in the last thing Hal saw him in, wearing Guy's football jersey and a pair of tiny shorts that ride up enough to show the curve of his ass when he bends over-

More rustling. The sound of a body being flipped over.

"Fucking brat," Kyle spits. "I'll make you shut up."

Hal should really leave.

He reaches for his pants. Squeezes his erection. And doesn't move.

#kyle rayner #wally west #hal jordan #kylewally #halkyle #halwally #dc #dc comics #dcu #writes #wrote this directly into tumblr in like an hour. I was possessed idk #halkylewally

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kiseiakhun · 10 months

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For long, long seconds, Roy considers ignoring the shrill beep at his bedside. And then he groans and rolls over, groping for his phone and squinting at the bright glare. K. Rayner, it says, to his mild alarm. He can't remember the last time he talked to Kyle one on one. Years, probably. If he's calling it must be important.

"H'llo?" He asks, staring directly at the dim night light to try and wake himself up.

"Roy!" In contrast to his sleep-rough rasp, Kyle sounds way too chipper. "You said Hal was sort of like your second dad, right? I'm so sorry."

"... did you seriously call me at," he pulls the phone away from his cheek, glancing at the time, "three in the morning just to say that?"

"What? No. Of course not. Why would I do that?" Kyle's words trip into each other like they can't come out fast enough. "Look, uh." And then he falls quiet.

Roy waits.

And waits.

"Rayner."

"Don't get mad, okay?"

"Kyle," Roy almost snaps, in the same tone he uses when Lian gets too rambunctious.

"Okay, so." Another too-long beat of silence. "Do you know why Hal would just... leave out the window after we... uh..."

Roy tries to not jump to conclusions. He really tries. "After you...?"

"After we, uh. We. Are you really going to make me say it?"

"You slept with Hal?!"

"Hey," Kyle says defensively, "you said you wouldn't be mad!"

"... and he jumped out the window?"

"Well, not right after, but - but. Yeah." Kyle groans. "What the fuck, Roy? Why would he do that?"

Roy can't help it. He laughs. He laughs and doesn't stop laughing for at least a solid minute. "Oh, man," he says, once he stops, "you must be an awful lay."

"You know I'm not!" Kyle had been waiting in sullen silence, and he sounds nothing if not like a petulant teenager. Roy can picture him pouting on the other side of the line. "It was good! It was - it was really, really good, actually, and then he just," and his tone abruptly drops from animated to sounding like a kicked puppy, "and then he just left."

Roy wipes the tears from his eyes and tries to be serious, because Kyle does sound a little upset, but mostly he just seems baffled. "Sorry, man, I don't know. You could ask Ollie."

"I am not asking Ollie." And now he sounds horrified.

"Dinah?"

"You're no help," Kyle groans.

"Did he really go out the window? He didn't leave a note or anything?"

"No," Kyle bit out. "And that was half an hour ago, so I'm pretty sure he's not coming back."

"Sorry. I'll ask him if I see him again."

"Don't - you know what? Sure. Go ahead and ask him."

"Could be mind control," Roy says absently, wondering how much Kyle would kill him if he told Wally. And Hal, actually. Hal would kill him first. Nah, the risk is not worth it. ...maybe. Maybe it's a little worth it. "Maybe you should suit up and check that he's not lying in a ditch somewhere. Or a zombie. Or-"

"Well, that's horrifying." Something clicks in the background as Kyle presumably pushes open the same window Hal had left out of half an hour ago. "You really think that's possible?"

"Stranger things have happened."

Kyle makes a dubious hum. "Great. I've never worried about sex zombies in my life, but now I'm worried. Thanks."

"It's not the sex zombies you should worry about," Roy says in the tone of someone who knows too much, "it's the people with too many feathers."

"I can't tell if you're fucking with me or not."

"And if anyone tries to fuck you in a cave, just don't. Don't do it."

"I'm hanging up before you can give me any more nightmares."

"Say hi to Hal for me!"

"Goodbye, Roy."

#roy harper #kyle rayner #halkyle #hal jordan #writes

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"dating your enemy's sibling" with DickKyle

Thank u for this 100% organic prompt that I definitely did not ask you to send

Kyle had exchanged maybe two entire words with Dick Grayson in his life. Which is strange, considering their mutual circle of acquaintances, but somehow they always end up just missing each other. Still, their overlapping friends means that Kyle knows more about Dick than is perhaps warranted for two people who mostly nod at each other from across the room.

If someone were to ask Kyle to explain his thought process, it would go something like this: first, Dick is Wally's best friend, and Kyle and Wally may be friends but Wally is also the second most annoying person Kyle knows, superseded only by his cousin. Thus, annoying Wally back is morally, spiritually, and ethically correct, and Wally would be so peeved if Kyle were to sleep with his best friend, specifically to annoy him.

Second, and most importantly, Dick Grayson is Jason Todd's brother. And just, fuck that guy. Fuck that guy in general.

Which is why, when Kyle sees Dick at Donna's birthday party, he hooks a finger in the collar of his shirt, ostensibly to catch his attention. "Hey," Kyle shouts over the loud music of the club, "shots?"

"What?" Dick yells back.

Kyle tugs him closer, raises his free hand to his mouth and mimes throwing back a shooter. He glances back at the bar, giving Dick a questioning look, and Dick nods, following him through the crowd of writhing dancers.

They stumble to the bar with all the grace of a newborn colt. At least, Kyle does. Dick still looks annoyingly put together, even though Kyle knows he was pre-gaming with the rest of them. When Kyle almost runs into another person, Dick grabs his arm.

"Easy," he says, his voice right next to Kyle's ear. His hand is cool on Kyle's overheated skin, squeezing once before dropping to Kyle's waist.

"I can walk," Kyle complains half heartedly.

"I know," Dick says, his lips almost brushing Kyle's ear with how close he has to lean to be heard over the background noise. "Let's get you your shots." He guides Kyle over to the bar, expertly maneuvering through the crowd of clustered people. "What do you want to drink?"

He's still holding Kyle up like Kyle might collapse any second now, and Kyle doesn't know if he feels patronized or if he's glad for the support. "Um," he says, sluggish brain trying to work through the question, "tequila?"

Dick wrinkles his nose. "Gross."

"What do you mean, gross?" Kyle bumps his shoulder. "Tequila's a classic."

"Don't you want something a little more exciting?" Dick roots around his pockets, pulling out a black card. "I mean, you're an artist, right? Be a little more creative."

Kyle was about to offer to pay, even though Dick is already paying for this whole thing so really, it's a moot point, and Kyle doesn't even know if he brought enough change, but still, it's the done thing to do. Instead, he frowns. "Huh. You're a lot meaner than I thought."

"I heard you liked that," Dick says, drawing the bartender over with a flashy smile.

"Who-" Kyle starts, and then shuts his mouth. "That's a low blow."

"You still want tequila?" Dick asks.

"Get whatever you want." Kyle rolls his eyes, leaning his cheek against the expensive-feeling fabric of Dick's shirt. "Show me how creative you are."

"Hm," Dick says, "alright," and leans over the counter. "Two Irish flags."

"Oh, you're funny," Kyle says, "you're real funny."

"Yup," Dick says cheerfully, with no hint of irony, and holds up the triple layered drink. "Cheers."

They drink the Irish flags. And then a melon ball, tie me to the bedpost, slippery nipple, and, finally, cum in a hot tub.

"I'm not drinking that," Kyle says, eyeing the thick white liquor with no small amount of distrust. His face is burning either from the alcohol or from all the suggestive names.

"It's just Malibu." Dick clinks their glasses together. The corner of his lip is curled up in amusement.

"I'm serious," Kyle insists. "I'll throw up on your shoes."

"Are you going to waste perfectly good liquor? And after I already paid for it, too." Dick picks up a shot glass and looks pointedly at Kyle. "You know they upcharge them here."

"You're rich." Kyle scowls. "That's probably like five cents to you."

"Hm," Dick says, and leans closer to Kyle. He cradles the back of Kyle's head, his fingers sliding into Kyle's hair.

"Um," Kyle says, watching Dick lift the glass. A bit of the white liquor splashes out, dripping between his fingers, and Kyle watches it slide between the grooves of his skin as the cold rim of the shot glass bumps against Kyle's lip, thick cream and sweet, cloying coconut.

"Don't make a mess," Dick tells him, and slowly tips the glass back. And for some reason, Kyle opens his mouth. He opens his mouth and lets the sweet cream drip down his tongue in a thick velvet river, milk and rum and coconut. It's too sweet, pooling at the back of his throat in a thick heavy slog of pure syrup.

The last of the drink empties from the glass, leaving a creamy film. Dick sets it back down on the counter without looking, and Kyle snaps his mouth shut. Dick reaches up again, brushing his thumb through the sticky sugar on Kyle's lips. It comes away white, and he hums, sticking it in his own mouth.

"Do I have to tell you to swallow, too?" He asks, sounding amused, and Kyle feels his face blaze red, throat working as he forces himself to swallow it all at once.

"You," Kyle says, "have shit taste in drinks, and the weirdest way of flirting."

"Is that what we're doing?" Dick asks, and he has the gall to look innocent. "Flirting?"

"You're not cute," Kyle tells him, "and also, I'm going to the smoke pit, because-"

"Seriously, guys?" Wally's loud voice rises above the din of the crowd. They turn to see Wally gawping at them and Donna, draped against his shoulder, looking delighted.

"What are you - you-" Wally rounds on Kyle. "I didn't even do anything to you!"

"Newsflash, West," Kyle pushes away from Dick to face him, "not everything in my life revolves around you."

"You don't even know Dick!" Wally flails his arms in his best approximation of if his arms were suddenly and tragically replaced by those spring loaded jack in the box clown toys.

And really, that opening is too good to pass up. Kyle grins. He leans over, wraps his arm around Dick's waist, and turns, almost nuzzling into his neck. "Oh, Dick and I were getting to know each other quite well," he says, "weren't we?"

For the first time ever since Kyle had met Wally, a miracle happens. Wally falls silent and just stares in abject horror.

Dick laughs quietly into Kyle's hair. He tips his head down and asks, "but really, what did Wally do this time?"

"Nothing," Kyle whispers back. "Actually, I was thinking of how much Jason would hate it if we hooked up."

"Huh," Dick says, and then he reaches into his pocket and hands Donna his card. "Happy birthday, Donna. Sorry I'm going to miss it."

"Don't forget to use protection!" Donna calls after them as Dick drags Kyle away, not sounding the least bit mad. "You two both owe me dinner. I want every detail."

(Donna does eventually get her dinner. With them both. At the same time. Dick and Kyle both vow to never blow her off again.)

#writes #i meant to keep this short but I'm stuck on a plane with nothing to do. so.#dick Grayson #Kyle Rayner #dickkyle #yes those are all real drinks. my search history looks atrocious

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