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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Unwelcomed embrace

Yandere super family x neglected reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: Well since apprently you guys enjoy reading angst and neglect related fics,I've thought of making one for super family! If you guys like it there's the chance of making another part for this one as well!

Summary: As a not so hostile hero you are trying to find your place amongst other heros, but apprently going to higher rankes needs a veteran's support, but you are alone, and it's the reason why your wishes will be turned down. This makes you to lash out and start an storm that shakes your whole life!

Tw: mentions of past abuse and neglect and anger issues

"For God's sake Bart, can you stop babbling for a second?" You snapped at the flash boy, making him close his jaw quickly, looking away. Kaldur arched his brow at you, you were more snappy than usual, there must have been something in your mind that was bothering you, he knew something was wrong but didn't acknowledge it, pressing further would have resulted in an angrier you and a huge mess, he didn’t want that, especially now that you were in the justice palace.

You tapped your feet nervously as you tried to listen to the conversation going on in the meeting room, but the advanced technology on its walls muffled every sound and this made your mood even worse, making you furrow your brows deeply as you scowled, every second that passed more people around you stepped away, not wanting to get involved in your ranting. As a hero, you were known for your problematic anger issues, and if it wasn't for your efficient way of working and powers, you wouldn't be in the league at all, "We need protectors, not warriors!" Batman once had yelled at you when you had thrown a whole truck filled with criminals down the cliff, thankfully superman was there to take the truck, speaking of superman...he was in the meeting room as well, making you even more anxious, something told you that your hopes were going to be put down.

You took in a deep breath, trying to not think about negative things too much, you were going to become a superhero, there wouldn't be anything against that right? Minus those numerous records of destruction and disobedience of course. But there wouldn't be a problem if a veteran took you in, looking after you for a while so you wouldn't make more problems, but that was where your real concerns laid, none of them liked you. Your reputation as the illegitimate child of superman didn't help you that much, your mother's infamous deeds rubbed off his good name and presented you as a threat, your behavior didn't help much, for a person that was into plants you were too angry, always expecting something from the world you were born into by Poison Ivy, aka, your sweet mother.

She was so sweet that she left you behind, putting you in Superman's arms as a "gift". But Clark was already building up his own family, dating Lios Lane...he couldn't have a child out of nowhere from a "forced" affair pop into his life and ruin everything. You were not wanted by anyone, and your life seemed pointless at the age of just 11 days old. Clark couldn't let you go through the normal adoption process, no normal family would take a half Kryptonian, half magical nymph into their home, so he decided to give his green child a chance, he decided to let Lois know about you, so she could take care of you, but what a young busy woman without any experience with babies can do with a baby that has special powers? The whole thing was doomed to end in disaster.

At just 6 months old, finally, Clark gave you up for adoption services, you were not made to be in his family, your constant screams, crying, and need for attention annoyed the couple, but now that you thought about it, apparently Lois did not like to have the child of another woman in a crib, next to her bed, you were proof of her lover's affair and she didn't like that at all, and Clark, he was ashamed of having you around for obvious reasons. So you were given up, like a piece of furniture. Months later, When Lois's job crisis ended, she'd come to her senses, it was not your fault that you were born that way, but it was too late...you were given to a family already. But Clark could come and take you away! But he didn't.

It was nice, at least for some years, that your parents kept up with you, knowing your situation. Your mother loved plants and you would pop a rose for her daily, to see her smile, and her smile brightened your small heart. Your father, a strict but kind man, loved his wife, and seeing her happy made him feel good as well, so you, the reason for her happiness, were precious to him. Until the day your mother died in an accident, and your father went into depression. His friends introduced him to liquor and well...let's just say it didn't end in something good. Your anxiety and anger issues were the results of your father's abuse. It turned so bad that you left home at the age of 15, flying away to find your real father.

You were smart, you could see your powers were familiar with someone else's, superman, that was why you decided on following him around, only to find out his true identity, and where he lived. But it was not like how you had imagined, your real father, Clark, had a son of his own now, and his family seemed so happy, you felt by showing up you'd ruin their happiness, but you decided on knocking on the door in the end, you couldn't deny yourself, you needed love and happiness as well!

But you were not greeted warmly. "Tell that woman I don't want to do anything with her!" Clark said as he pushed you away from the door frame so Lois couldn't see you. "B-but my mother is dead!" You said, now shivering, your green skin not showing how pale you were, your foster father was a scary man, but the man of steel was much more terrifying. Clark didn't believe you, he had been manipulated before, and a teenager was not going to fool him again. So you have pushed away, now being on your own.

Life was not easy on you at all. That was why you decided to become a hero so you could be great, so you could be heard and seen, you saw all of those magazines and headlines of superheroes, and you wanted to be like them, you wanted to be loved again, but the world was not going to show it's a good side to you.

The door of the meeting room opened, and members of the justice league walked out one by one, you tried your best to not jump in and ask about the result, looking desperately to batman as he walked toward you and other members of the young justice league. "The chosen one this time will be Red Robin." Tim smiled in disbelief as others cheered for him, but you felt as if your whole world crashed down on you. What? After all of that effort, you had put into getting close to wonder woman now this was what you were getting?

You approached Diana "This is not what we had made a deal on!" You said not so calmly "You are not ready." Diana said, making you groan "I've passed every damned test you had set up for me...now you are telling me I am not ready?" Diana sighed "You have to work on your anger management Y/N, your record is not clear enough!" You scoffed "It's not that! You all just want me to stay in the lower league to use me!" You yelled, now getting everyone's attention "You are all just a bunch of pricks that care about your friendships more than people's worth! Red Robin was chosen because he's Bateman's son, no one wants to have me here!"

"Come on Y/N, don't whine like little kids!" Conner said, making you glare at him "You shut up clone!" You insulted him, now saying what was in your mind for a long time, Conner's existence angered you to no end, Clark had taken his clone in, but not you! Why? He even had taken in a piece of dumb meat named Bizzaro and not you! Why? WHY? The question circled in your mind as your eyes found superman, who was looking at the whole ordeal with a worried look. Since the time you had joined in, he always was worried, he now could see the errors of what he had done, but it was too late...too late.

You punched Conner in the face, still not having the courage to attack Clark himself, so you took it upon his son's anger making you see red. Conner attacked you as well and soon you two were a bloody mess, punching each other, Conner was taken back by your friends as you were put down with help of Diana and Bruce. "You are suspended Y/N!" Bruce said "I don't fucking care!" You hissed, the taste of your blood on your tongue, as you were taken away, your powers suppressed with the use of kryptonate.

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"What do you want?" You mumbled as you saw Superman's large frame in the shadows, you tried to make yourself steady, your mind being not in the right state since you had inhaled too much pollen, trying to take your misery away, your foster father's impression on you still followed you in your late teen years. "Y/N, we can talk...you are taking it so hard on yourself!" Clark walked closer to you, now giving up his attention, fully. You couldn't help but chuckle at that as you tried to make yourself stay steady, you were out of the league for six months now, this time was enough for Clark and his family to realize your situation, you were giving up everything you had built for years.

"I don't care!" You said, chuckling bitterly as you sniffled more pollen, your vision turning blur. Clark reached out to you, but you refused his touch. "I wanted to be great...and I will be...just wait and see...I will be...one way or another!" Clark thought of what you were saying as result of the pollen drug but he didn't know what was in your mind "Y/N, you're not in the best condition to talk, let's get you somewhere safe so you can take that stuff out of your system!"

"No touching!" You slapped his hand away as you sat on a bench, the bushes around you slowly engulfing your body, Clark watched this and it felt like you were fading away "We'll meet again Superman..."your middle finger raised to let him know what you thought of him, and it was not good, at all. You'd meet him soon...

#yandere batman #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere superman #yandere clark kent #yandere dc #neglected reader #yandere jon kent #yandere conner kent #yandere karen starr #yandere kara zor el #yandere lois lane #yandere bizzaro #yandere krypto

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missbluesunflowersstuff · 6 months

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Some Tim Drake headcanon

I did some headcanon based in canon stuff and also random things, this is more around the batkids and Tim. Please respect

Tim likes to think of himself as a street smarth, but he's not. He is academically smarth, but not a street smart kid (he grew up in a mansion with several servants, even though he is hella neglected, he wouldn't know how to survive on the streets of Gotham in the same way that Jason, Duke, Dick)

(ok I noticed some confusion with my worlds here, then Tim Drake is a child from Gotham, his way of surviving there is a little different from his brother but he still would figure it out. That's what I was saying, thanks for the comprehension)

whenever Tim needs someone to talk to he looks for Dick, he knows that Dick will listening to him and his older brother will also give him useful advice/ help him solve the problem

He's afraid of having redhead fever from his older brothers (Dick being friend with Babs, Wally, Kor'i and Roy and Jason being friend with Artemis, Roy and Kor'i), not in a romantic way or anything, he just doesn't know how to explain how Dick and Jason attract so many redheaded friends

He fears info dumping someone when he talks; Duke once commented that he liked the smell of rain when it rained on very hot days, and Tim began to explain that this was due to a fungus. Duke just listened silently and then shy smiled. And only later did Tim think he had ruined the peaceful moment, as he noticed how Duke and Cass lay quietly enjoying the rain...

His relationship with Steph isn't that complicated, they dated in the past, but nowadays they both try their best to remain good friends

He tries to plan several cute dates with Bernard, but he always ends up overthinking so he chooses the simplest route, cinema and burgers (Kon and Bart helped him choose this as perfect date)

When Tim is having problems with Bruce, he always turns to Dick, knowing that his older brother will help him with whatever he needs

Tim regrets the beginning between him and Damian, not just the assassination attempts, but Tim didn't try to trust Damian and always accused Damian's people of being bad and had an offense towards Damian's origins (both were wrong, Damian in his trauma stuff and I dislike how "his people are evil" that DC wrote at that time)

He is secretly afraid of someone discovering the bomb in Nanda Parbat, yes there were murderers there, but it was a city that also had civilians there and as a hero he shouldn't put the lives of innocent people at risk (why does DC keep writing him like that???)

There are actually several theories in Gotham about why he doesn't age, some say he's a vampire and others say he bathes in the blood of innocents, no one knows who start these theories (Dick blames Jason, Jason blames Damian, Damian blames Steph, Steph blames Bernard and Kon and Bart blames each others)

his worst nightmare is being the only survivor of his entire family (again)

Loneliness can hurt him in ways no villain could, being alone can drive him crazy. Therefore, unlike his brothers (who can work alone), Tim tries his best to work in teams

Because Bruce and Tim were born into a rich house, they are out of touch with normal stuff sometimes

he really enjoys listening to Bernard's theories and sometimes encourages him with something stupid

Tim likes to think that If his mother were alive she would like Bernard

Tim is the only one in the family who shows concern about Damian's addiction to adopting animals, afraid that it will turn into something similar to Bruce

Tim learned a lot about motorcycles because he thought it would be a good topic to talk about with Jason

Tim has and listens to his emo playlist

Even when he hates loneliness, he can disappear for a while, either because he wants someone to look for him or because of something Bruce said. When this happend, he usually comes back when he is tired of being alone or someone go look for him (man this is pretty sad...let me write something...)

There was a time when he disappeared for a while, he hid in a safehouse outside the country and when he started to wonder if anyone would miss him the door was shut down, Damian, Jon and a girl in a white mask that he didn't recognize entered

"tt if I knew you weren't in danger I would have feared more" "what?" "come on, get on the Goliath, we have to go home" "did something happen?" "Batcow. Cows have a circle of friends and they can get depressed if a friend disappears

Ok Tim knew about cows due to Kon living on a farm, but he was extremely confused about being kidnapped rescued by Damian, Jon and Nobody just because the kids were worried about the Batcow mental health

Coming back was strange, since Bruce didn't even notice he was gone, but soon he felt Alfred the cat rubbing against him, Titus licking his hand and the cow mooing at him, Tim was a little happier to come back (I'm not good to write fluffly you guys are struck with this)

Nowadays Tim is very smug because he was the first of the brothers to fly in Goliath

Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick

#dc comics #batfamily #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons #stephanie brown #bernard dowd

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the-evil-lovable-simp · 3 months

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Sideshow Bob x Vampyre Reader

(wwdits)

You were in the store, on your own since your familiar was too scared to leave his house. He said something about some guy, called Sideshow Bob being released a few days ago. He's scared of him killing him, which is preposterous, if anyone were to threaten you or him you'd kill them, or at the very least scare them away. You looked at the products in front of you, without the boy here how were you supposed to know what these things properly were? Bart's dad, Homer, had asked you to go get Duff, or whatever the hell that means. You see someone you think works here.

"Errr, excuse me, do you happen to know what duff is and of its whereabouts?" You asked the scrawny 19-year-old, he turned looking at you.

"Um, if I'm remembering correctly, I think it's on the 11th aisle," he replied.

"Why thank you," and then you quickly disappeared around the corner, looking for the 11th aisle. When you finally got there you looked around and spotted cans that said duff on them. As you grabbed them some teenagers walked past.

"Hey, it's not Halloween, loser!" You turned to face them.

"And good evening to you too, my young fellows!" You said, they gave you weird looks and walked off. You looked back down at the cans in your hands, whilst doing so you could sense someone looking at you. Thinking it were the teenagers again you snapped your head up in that direction. You made eye contact with a man, who was most certainly not the teenagers. He smiled nervously not wanting you to recognise him from the news. Now you got a good look at him, you noticed his hair was shaped like a palm tree, a maroon one. Your eyes scanned down the man, he had a blue shirt on with a bit of a round middle, your eyes scanned lower to his beige pants, and then your eyes lingered on his shoes, in all your time you had never seen feet that size. You were cut from your thoughts as the man started walking towards you and talking. He didn't want you to figure out who he was, little did he know you don't look at the news. "Don't listen to them, I like your costume," he said smoothly. You looked at yourself then back at the man in front of you.

"What costume?" you asked confused. The man looked dumbfounded.

"I-I-I duh um," but before he could explain himself he could hear a phone ringing. You got it out of your pocket once you finally found it, answering it it was Homer.

"Heeeeellllooooooooo," you said strangely.

"Have you got my beer yet?" Homer whined on the other end.

"Oh! oh yes! The cans with liquid inside" you said waving the duff around, whilst Bob stared at you.

"Just hurry up already!" Homer cried like a baby on the other side.

"Ok ok" You sighed, you looked back up at Bob.

"Goodbye palm tree man," you waved to him as you walked away, leaving Bob to wonder what had just happened.

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You walked past the Flanders' house and saw Ned waving at you from the window, you felt uneasy, you could feel all the crosses and religious stuff in that house, you ran away and got to the Simpsons' house. You had already been invited into this house before, so you formed into vapor and seeped underneath the door.

"I'm back!" you yelled, Homer came running.

"Heeeeeyyy...how did you get in-*gasp* Beer!" He then suddenly went sour.

"Only six!" He grabbed the beer off you and walked back to the couch. You then went up the stairs, walking to Bart's room. You opened the door to get hit in the head with a rock, that had been fired with a slingshot. It didn't faze you, it practically did nothing.

"Oh it's you, I thought you were Sideshow Bob, sorry" Bart sat back down on his bed looking sad.

"S'fine," you said in a monotone voice, you smiled ruffling his hair.

"Get some rest kiddo," Bart giggled. After Bart had finally fallen asleep you went to the window to watch stars slowly move across the sky, you were also waiting for it to be morning, your bedtime.

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You climbed out of the coffin you and Bart had disguised as a toy box. It was finally the start of the night. You walked up to Bart's window and opened it quietly, and tried your best to quietly close it. Once that was done with you transformed into a bat. You flew all the way to the park. You found a spot you wanted to land and transformed back and landed on your feet.

You calmly walked down the path, but your lovely stroll was soon rudely interrupted. A man in a hoody had walked up to you with a gun.

"Give me your wallet!" he shouted, you stared at him, waiting for him to correct his mistake.

"If you continue, you will regret this," you said emotionless.

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKI-" You cut him off, grabbing his throat, and you shoved him into the grass, he shot you in reflex and it didn't really do anything, there was blood but it healed quite quickly. You showed your teeth and sunk them into the man's neck, draining his whole blood supply and discarding his body. His blood didn't even taste very nice. You started walking again, while you were walking you noticed a figure ahead of you. As you got closer you realised it was the man from the store. You quietly snuck up behind him.

"Fancy seeing you here," you said startling him since he didn't know anyone was there. He turned around

"It's you from the shop, you called me Palm Tree Man," he said recognising you.

"Well, I don't really know your name," you said childishly.

"Robert," he said thankful that someone doesn't know him as a criminal.

"Sooooooo, what are you doing out this late?" you asked, he was taken aback.

"I-um I like walking at night, you?" continuing the conversation.

"I just had my breakfast!" You said happily.

"ch-bu-h-what? Breakfast?!" He asked, not sure if he heard correctly.

"Yup" You answered starting to walk again, he started walking with you. That's when he noticed the bullet hole in your clothes and the blood on your shirt.

"Oh my! Are you alright?" he questioned concerned, you looked down.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, it's nothing" You smiled walking backwards. Bob knew it was most certainly not nothing but he didn't push because he'd only just met you he doesn't want to scare you away. You were enjoying talking to this man, you kept walking until he had stepped on a rake, he flinched closing his eyes waiting for it to smack him in the face and for the pain, but it never came. He opened one eye and saw that you had quickly grabbed the rake before it could hit him. He looked at you, your face looked so, angry. All of a sudden you were happy again and flung the rake into the sky and it disappeared. Bob watched in awe as it didn't seem to come back down.

#sideshow bob the simpsons #the simpsons #x reader #sideshow bob #sideshow bob x reader #fanfic #vampire #vampire reader #vampyr #sideshow bob x vampire reader #the Simpsons x reader #robert terwilliger #robert terwilliger x reader #wwdits #wwdits reader #im a simp for the 🌴#im a simp #🌴

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falling-in-reverse-thewolfverse · 2 years

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Jason's Gutair

Reverse Robins

Bruce thought Jason wanted gutair lessons to pick up girls but he really just wanted them to annoying his family.

♡

After a long night of patrol

Damian: let's outs an exhausted sigh collapsing onto his bed

Jason:kicks door open with gutair in hand 🎵"So you had a bad day!"🎵

Damian:"TODD!!!" covers ears with pillows

Jason:🎵"Sing a sad song just to turn it around!'🎵

Damian:tosses pillow hits Jason square in the face

♡

Dick:sleeping peacefully

Jason:"awe, how cute" pulls out gutair 🎵"WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!!!"🎵

Dick:squeaks in suprise falling off the bed

♡

Steph:walking in the house with her mascara running down her face because of rain

Jason:starts pulling out gutair

Steph:"Please don't"

Jason:🎵"I fell in love with an emo girl!"🎵

♡

Cass: smiles at Bart

Bruce:"No"

Jason:🎵"Her daddy said he ain't worth a lick, when it comes to brains he got the short end of the stick"🎵

Bruce:"Jason please don't helping me"

♡

Cass:trying to practice a really hard dance

Jason: sneaks in quietly with his gutair🎵"WHAT DOSE THE FOX SAY!?!!"🎵

Later

Jason:walking around on crutches "Worth it"

♡

Jason: strumming gutair🎵"There's a history between Girls like her and guys like me, cowboys and angels"

Tim:"No one wants to hear another country song"

Jason:🎵"The secret side of me-"🎵

Tim:"NO! YOU DO NOT TURN A SKILLET SONG COUNTRY!!!"

♡

Bruce trying to reform a villain

Bruce:"I promise we can help you"

Jason: practically vibrating as he pulls out gutair

Bruce:"Robin no"

Jason:🎵"You run with me and I can set you free!"🎵

Villan: "..."

Bruce:"Robin you can't do this every time I talk to a villain"

Jason:🎵"SO TRADE THAT TYPICAL FOR SOMETHING COLOURFUL, AND IF IT'S CRAZY LIVE A LITTLE CRAZY!!!"🎵

Later

Dick:"Can we watch this movie?" Holding up The Greatest Showmen

Bruce: "No, never again!" Runs out of room

Dick:"what was that about?

Jason: Sitting on couch smiling smugly

♡

Damian:"So Rose finally dumped you"

Tim:"What-No she just went to see her dad"

Jason: comes out of nowhere with gutair 🎵"He was a skater boy she said see you later boy!"🎵

Tim:"Rose didn't dump me!"

Jason:🎵"He wasn't good enough for her!"🎵

♡

Bruce:"You know when I was-"

Jason:🎵"A young man my father took me into the city to see a marching band"🎵

Damian: had to listen to that song every day when he was Robin "Drop the gutair or so help me!!!!"

Jason:🎵"He said-"🎵

♡

Steph:"ugh it's so boring we need some music"

Jason:pulls out gutair "What do you want to hear?"

Steph:"I though Damian destroyed that"

Jason:"I bought five backups with his credit card"

Extra

#batfam #reverse robins #batman #tim drake #reverse batfam #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #incorrect quotes #Batfamily #Reverse Robin Au #Reverse Batfam Au #robin #red robin #Stephine brown #Cassandra Cain #The Wolfverse Earth 301 #Jason Todd plays guitar

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brown-little-robin · 1 year

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Can you tell us a little more about Ten?

Absolutely! Thanks for the ask! Here's ten things about Ten, plus two picrews and one comics panel. Look at my boy <333

Spoilers for The Strange Redemption of Thaddeus Thawne below:

Ten is the Inertia from Flash: Fastest Man Alive. He killed Bart Allen. Then Wally West came after him and turned him into a living statue. Ten spent years in the Flash Museum, able to think at real time but not to move.

To survive the isolation, his brain basically shut down. When he's rescued, he has a laundry list of unfortunate side effects. He can't speak anymore. He has paranoia. It's hard to reach him with language, especially at first. His physical coordination is a shot for a while, although he does start to recover that. He needs a significant amount of support in daily life.

Physically, he's 19 years old. Chronologically, he's 27.

It's another clone who frees him from the immobilization. I'm not saying who or how yet, though—that's secret! ;)

He ends up living with Joseph Wilson and Two. He sleeps in the computer lab upstairs, the one known as the "Green Room". (Two gets the Blue Room!)

Ten uses an AAC app to communicate. He writes and texts sometimes, but mostly uses the preprogrammed phrase boards and vocabulary from the app. Three was delighted by Ten's phone and stuck a bunch of stickers on it without asking (THREE HONEY NO...). Ten didn't mind, but he meticulously removed all the stickers except the blue ones.

Ten's favorite color is blue. This is one of the first things that they learn about his personality.

Ten listens to a lot of rock music! His headphones are his favorite possession. He also really likes listening to people talk to him, as long as they're talking to him and not just around him. He has issues with being ignored, understandably enough (had to watch people in the museum). He also hates silence (all those long nights...)

When Ten is upset, he often goes to the back yard and gets fabulously dirty. The sensory input helps remind him that he's real.

I almost forgot—he learns to quilt! Ten will easily spend hours and hours quilting. He likes the mathematical challenge of it, the arranging of patterns, the planning and the execution of the plan. He's smart and strong, and quilting is a good brain workout that also gets his body moving.

He's my boy and I love him <333

#so sorry for the wait! thanks for the ask!#ten aesthetic #clones asks #Strange Redemption spoilers #he used to bring music to his CRAYDL :')

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rindecisions · 1 year

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WIP WORD SEARCH

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

Thank you @daysarestranger for the tag!! 🤍

I wanted to use the fic I just posted, but my dumb ass brain didn't see it titled WIP. So I'll tack in on under the 'Read More' line ^-^

My Big Bang would be perfect for this but alas. Here's what I could find amongst my 10+ WIPS

My words are: street, hair, minute, finally, crowd

Street

The Devil of Hawkins - Partially posted

Max’s face fell in annoyance. “The dare was to stay overnight in a haunted house,” she said plainly. “So me and Lucas went to the attic, Erica was looking around the house or playing in the playground across the street. Then out of nowhere Jason and his basketball goonies came in and started attacking us, saying we were doing a ritual to summon the devil or something, blaming us for Chrissy’s death. He even pulled a gun on Lucas.”

🔞Hair

Give Me Fuel, Give Me Fire - Partially posted

When he felt Eddie’s dick growing inside his ass, he gasped and gripped his hair in anticipation. Eddie grunted at his hair being pulled but it was just one more thing that urged him toward a full erection. As he got harder, it started to feel better, and he began to enjoy the sensitivity. He gripped Steve’s shoulders and groaned as he buried his dick inside his ass. Steve’s relieved shout made his skin dance with electricity. At least this time he wasn’t going to get off so quickly.

Minute

The Target - A VERY dark Mungrove/Steddie fic

After following the guy for a few weeks, Billy finally felt confident enough to act. He parked about a mile and a half away, keeping his truck out of sight. He, grabbed a small bag of supplies and trekked to the man’s semi isolated house, making sure to stay out of sight as he did. After about a 40 minute walk, he found himself in the man's backyard. There were no lights on, but he didn’t know when the last light went off, so he hung back by the tree line for about an hour.

Finally

Demositter - Steve has to babysit Dustin's secret pet

Carefully, he stepped near the thing and set the candy bar on the ground in front of it’s limp face petals. He jumped when it chittered and scooped the candy into it’s mouth as it scrambled to it’s feet. It playfully tossed it in the air a couple of times before finally eating it and making a sound similar to a purr. Steve gasped and tensed when Bart turned it’s attention to him. It lowered it’s head and chittered as it slowly stepped toward him.

🔞Crowd

Freak Obsession - Steve stalks Eddie

I don’t know why I didn’t expect it, but I hadn’t even considered that Eddie would end up singing. When the first sound to hit the microphone was a well timed shout, I felt dizzy and got a cramp as my dick jumped to full mast in record time. That sound had been locked away for later use. I watched in awe as I vaguely ran my fingers over the bulge in my jeans. His singing voice, while unrefined, was just as nice as speaking voice. I could listen to it for hours. Our eyes met for a second as he scanned the crowd and I thought for sure the zipper on my jeans was about to bust. Those eyes with that makeup, I was only human.

That was fun!

No pressure tags: @xirayn @salamandergoo & @vankaar

Your words: Idea, Delay, People, Average, Eager

Just because I want to!

Here are those same words for my newest fic. Funnily enough it contains all of them.

Street

Hair

Minute

Finally

Crowd

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fangirl1-t · 10 months

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Meeting of two worlds

Stacy rolled out of bed, turning off the tv after what felt like an eternity. It had been three days since she stepped on the floor, and in those three days, she had binge-watched three seasons of vampire diaries but had finally had enough of the never-ending tension that Damon held with Elena. "It's all fiction." She mumbled as she greeted the sunlight with a frown. Grabbing an apple from the kitchen and opening the door to her parent's room to let them know she was alive, Stacy quietly hurried towards the library as she found them sound asleep.

Opening the door, Stacy lurked around her favorite section. It was a well-known fact that Stacy maintained her library more than her own bedroom. Sorting books into different genres on different shelves was repeated weekly when she cleaned the whole room and placed new tags on the various shelves. Obsessed with romance, half of the library consisted of classic young love novels that warmed the heart of every reader as soon as they flipped the covers, but this time Stay wanted something different. She drifted towards the recent 'enemies to lovers' collection that she bought after going through multiple book reels. The idea of angst turning to romance sparked butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

Ruffling her hand through the colors, her eyes set on a black novel that read blasphemy; not remembering why she ever bought a book with such a name, Stacy decided to give the unknown book and author a chance. "Might be good." She mumbled to herself in a reassuring tone.

Returning to her room, Stacy flipped over her blanket before settling in and starting her book.

*The Book*

Tia set her first step in London a week before her college, being accepted into her dream university when she had no hope was a glimmer in her life. And although her parents weren't entirely happy that she was moving to a completely different continent, they were proud of her. They had allowed her to find accommodation near her college, where she would live with a roommate.

She met with her landlord and got the keys to her apartment, 576 St. Barts Avenue. She put her bags in and saw a completely white and blue apartment organized to every inch; for sure, her roommate was her complete opposite. She sat waiting, deciding to look around. She went inside the first bedroom; by the way, it was kept, it seemed no one stayed in it. Being tired after a long flight, she decided to take a relaxing bath and simply sit in the tub and listen to her favorite music. Maybe that is why she did not hear the door open and kept seated with her eyes still closed. It wasn't till a man screamed OH MY GOD that she became conscious of her surroundings. "Who the fuck are you?" She asked as she tried to cover herself with her arms. "Who am I? Who are you? And what in the world are you doing in my bathroom?" "God, you must be my roommate; ugh, sorry, I didn't know this was your room." "Roommate? Oh, right, you were supposed to come today. I forgot. I'm Ambrose; nice to meet you." He said, extending his hand, and Tia stared at him with raised eyebrows. "Right, sorry." He whispered, throwing a towel towards her and walking out. She wrapped the towel around and went out to where he was sitting. "I'm Tia; sorry for the weird first interaction." She said, laughing. "No, I should apologize; I- it's just that I didn't expect anyone to be in there." Replied Ambrose, unable to take his eyes off her. "You're staring… I should go wear some clothes." Tia said, walking out of his room.

Not remembering when she fell asleep, Tia woke up to a knock on her door, "It's open." Was all she said as she got up and checked her phone. Ambrose walked in to see her room already a mess, clothes everywhere and scattered things, and nearly died. "There is food in the fridge if you're hungry, night." The door closed as he left. What was that? Tia thought to herself as she rose from bed to grab a bite before sleeping again.

Tia woke up at around 11 the next day and went out to see Ambrose already sitting there, "aren't you up early." He said sarcastically with no hint of a smile which for Tia was weird cause she always smiled. "Good morning to you as well." She said, giving him a fake smile, and grabbed a banana from the counter. Between preparing for college and fitting in this entirely different place, Tia and Ambrose hardly get through the week until Friday night.

Tia walked towards her apartment in the middle of the night, too drunk to comprehend anything. As she stepped into her room, Tia immediately went to the bathroom to throw up, but as she opened the door, she saw Ambrose coming out of the shower, "Damn nice abs." She heard herself say before she could stop. "What the fuck, Tia!" Ambrose said, wrapping a towel around his body. "Hey, you saw me. It's only fair. And why are you in my bathroom anyways?" Tia said, slurring. "This is my room. Get out." Was all he said as he dragged her to the door and closed it after. "Asshole." She said to herself as she went to sleep in her room.

When Tia went out the following day, Ambrose just ignored her and went out, slamming the door. He is so annoying, she thought to herself as she got her bag and headed for college.

As days passed and their bickering over silly issues continued, they considered each other blasphemy. "How can someone be such a stuck-up, so egoistic, mean, and conniving pathetic control freak. You think you can control everything and everyone around; well, breaking news Ambrose, the world doesn't revolve around you." Tia screamed as they stood in the living room, fighting yet again. He dared to tell her how she should live and keep her life in order. "A little organization and set of rules won't fucking kill you, Tia. Maybe they'll make you a tolerable roommate. You're annoying as fuck with all your things scattered all around; you have no schedule, no plan. It's crazy." Said Mr. I need to control everything. "Well, My liege, not everyone needs to have every detail of their day decided; not everyone is a machine," said Tia without having a better comeback. "I can't keep arguing with you. It's like banging my head on a wall." Was all he said before walking to his room. "Yes, well, I'm not dying to talk to you either." She screamed as she went to her room. God, so pathetic, she said as she sat in her bed. "I HATE HIM."

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Wow, Stacy thought to herself as she ended the first few chapters, which were filled with fueling the rage of the two characters who hated each other. Stacy laughed at the idea of this not being a famous book; she absolutely loved how engrossed she was. It could be a good book, or Stacy needed an escape. She began reading early when she heard that a reader lives a thousand lives. She wished to swap lives with the main characters; she wanted to feel the love they felt every time she read a quote that made her believe that someone someday would be at least a breath of life to her, even if he was all of it to her.

Refusing to put down the book, Stacy further read the infuriation and wrath that both Tia and Ambrose felt for each other. They found ways to make each other miserable by simply existing, yet the idea of nonbeing she felt would make both of them feel incomplete. Reaching chapter fourteen, after pining over the two, a fight over Tia not coming out of her room for days made Stacy finally relate to the character. Perhaps they were similar in more ways than one, she thought as she read further.

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"You're supposed to knock," Tia stated as Ambrose walked into her room; she stood by her closet staring at him, scared cause she had never seen him this angry. "When was the last time you went to college? Or ate food? Or stepped out of your room?" "I don't know what you care anyways," she said. "God, you're such a mess" "Well, I'm not your responsibility. You don't have to check in on me or pretend that you worry; even if I'm a mess, it's not you who has to clean it up. It's not your job, so get out." "Dammit." He said as he made his way to her swiftly and slammed his hand on the cupboard. Flinching, she looked into his eyes as he caged her between himself and her closet, his arms blocking the way for any escape. Tia thought of ducking under and escaping from between his legs, but the idea seemed too redundant even to her. "You don't see it, do you. God, you really are clueless." Was all Ambrose said to bring her back to reality before leaving the room?

Tia couldn't sleep all night; his words echoed in her mind. How he looked at her with something that felt different than hate, perhaps worse. She thought about his muscular arms and how his caramel eyes looked at her. She shook her head; in all the months of bickering, she had never realized how good-looking Tia found the man who stood a few inches above her tiny self as she was all but 5'2, whereas he stood at what seemed to be no less than 6'6.

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Stacy smiled, knowing what Ambrose meant when he said you don't see it. She knew that love was inevitable, yet the first glimpse of it made her happy. It also made her yearn for something similar, but she was now satisfied with fiction. Wanting to read more, Stacy got distracted right at the end when her best friend sent her a TikTok about the multi-universal theory. According to the idea that everyone knew was more or less accurate, different realities existed harmoniously in parallelism. In all honesty, it did mean that anything was possible and was happening in some dimension. Stacy imagined the idea of her living in one of her favorite books and closed her eyes to take a nap when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Finding no one at home, Stacy opened the door only to find an extremely tall guy standing in front of her, smiling. "It's you. I found you. I finally found you." He said, unable to believe his eyes while Stacy tried to remember if she knew him from somewhere. She hadn't seen him before, yet he felt oddly familiar. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?" "I'm Ambrose." The guy said, smiling just as significantly as always as Stacy stood in shock and started laughing. "That's not possible, am I dreaming, obviously I was just reading about you… I mean, Ambrose, I mean, wait, what? Who are you?" "I'm Ambrose, I just told you, and you're Stacy; you're my comfort character." Stacy stood clueless, was she on a show, was this a prank? Her brain had stopped working. "Can I come in? I'll explain everything to you." The guy asked as he stepped inside.

After what felt like hours, Stacy stood, "So let me get this straight, you, Ambrose are from a parallel universe where I am a book character, and you traveled through dimensions to meet me?" He nodded. "Great story, pal. I'd love to read it. Just sell me the book and leave cause this isn't funny. "I'm not joking; it sounds silly, but it's true. I know about your family and your pain; you don't talk to anyone at home and find solace in books; I know that you fell in love before, and I know how hurt you are right now. My universe is advanced, and we found a way to travel to our comfort characters in the instance where we are their comfort characters too. We're supposed to improve it; I'll improve it for you."

Stacy knew that it made no sense, but she wanted to see how it played out, so for the next few days, they did everything together, and before she knew it, she found herself constantly smiling in his presence. He made all the date ideas she had read in the book come true. He recreated scenes she adored from the book and acted precisely how he was written. She knew what she felt, but also knew she was scared. Going to a college party seemed like a burden, but Ambrose somehow made her think it would be good. While she enjoyed, for the first time in a while, a book scene with heartfelt confessions spiraled down the clock. Soon enough, she was dragged out of the car and driven home silently. Upon entering the home, Ambrose finally burst, "How could you do that? You were all over that guy." "We were just dancing. "You were a mess, Stacy." "Well, I'm not your mess to clean," she said, realizing how scenes from the book were turning into reality, and just as she had guessed, Ambrose slammed his hand into the closet and said, "You don't see it do you?" And sped out of her room.

Wanting to know how it ended, she followed him downstairs to where he stood in anger. "Ambrose," Stacy said just above a whisper, but he heard her. The house was silent, and he could listen to her over a crowd of hundreds if she called him out once. Without a thought, he took long strides toward her, and before she knew it, they were kissing. His hands cupping her face, Stacy leaned into the kiss and put her hands on his chest. He hugged her right after and carried her to her bedroom. Putting her in bed and tucking her in, she heard a faint mumble that she couldn't comprehend exactly as she felt a kiss on her head and drifted off to sleep.

Stacy! She heard her mother yell, "You've been asleep for hours. Get down this second." Of course, it was a dream, she thought as she walked down to her mom. Even though it wasn't real, she felt it more than she had felt. She talked to her family and simply went up to read again after a few hours.

As Stacy read the last few pages of her book, she smiled brighter than the power of a thousand suns. "I love you in every universe," said Ambrose as the book ended, and she kept it on her side table. "I love you too." She said as she stretched her arms in a happy mood, moving on to live her monotonous life.

*slam* he closed the book, finally satisfied, having read "I love you too" in his book just as his mother screamed, "Ambrose!" And he smiled, looking at the roof, remembering what he whispered to Stacy before leaving, "You're all of life to me, Stace."

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natromanxoff · 2 years

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Queen + Paul Rodgers live at the Arena in Sheffield, UK - October 19, 2008

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“I still remember Queen + Paul Rodgers at Sheffield from the Rock The Cosmos Tour. Every single second of that night is burned into my memory, I have never been able to recall any other night as vividly as that. In the weeks preceding Q+PR at Sheffield, I'd been pleading with my parents to buy a ticket to see them (there were two left), and I even said to get me the ticket instead of any birthday gifts. One day I came home, and my mum and dad were on a seating plan of Sheffield Arena, talking to me about a seat they'd found; C21. Yes, I still remember the seat. They asked if it was okay, I was a bit disappointed there was nothing closer or in the standing area, but then it was my mum who said "Well guess what, we've booked it. You're going". My reaction was a complete stunned silence, then I went totally ballistic with excitement. On the night, my aunt my grandad and my mum came drove me up to Sheffield; I couldn't sit still for the whole journey. Along the way we listened to my copy of The Cosmos Rocks, and even then there was something unique about the night, just listening to that amazing sound of Queen + Paul Rodgers on the way there. When I got to the arena, I shuffled through the sea of people, and then I went inside. THE STAGE!!!! That's one sight I will never forget, when I saw the drumkit I was like, holy crap thats Roger Taylor's kit!! When I got into the arena, it turned out C21 didnt exist in the arena. So I went to the box office, and they re-assigned my ticket to B16. So I ended up being closer than I originally was going to be! I remember waiting patiently for the introduction, at about 7:45, some of the lights in the Arena went down, and the whole place erupted into a cheer. Then at around 8:00pm, all of the lights went down. The screen burst into life; and then came on the intro from Cosmos Rockin' played over the tannoy. Then, a massive riff from Brian's guitar, Roger smashing at the cymbals on his kit and the concert roared into life, with Hammer To Fall being the intro song. For the entire duration of the gig, I could not believe what I was seeing. Everytime I looked at one of the band members, I was awestruck and thinking "OH MY GOD THATS ROGER!!!" or "OH MY GOD THATS PAUL!!!". For weeks afterwards, I could not believe I had actually seen the gods of rock live. The feeling and tension throughout every song was a feeling I don't think I will ever forget, or a feeling I can ever describe. Following the acoustic set, we had a nice surprise; Roger Taylor singing A Kind of Magic while on drums! Then we had the big hits, Bad Company was very well performed, however one of the sights I will never forget is during the encore songs. The sight of 13,000 people clapping in unison to Radio Ga Ga was ....... I don't even know how to describe seeing that. Everyone got up, seated or not to All Right Now, and then We Will Rock You came, one hell of a performance. One sight I will never forget. I remember how me and a load of others around us were almost in tears at the sight of Freddie singing Bohemian Rhapsody. He was there in that arena with us! When I came out of the Arena, I remember telling my aunt and everyone else how I felt, and rang my grandma as I had promised, telling her how i felt. I remember how when I got home that night, I went straight on the laptop, uploaded all of the pictures and videos and made 3 - 4 backups of the folder, just incase one was lost.

Queen + Paul Rodgers, 19/11/08, will always hold fantastic memories for me, and I am thoroughly proud to say, Queen + Paul Rodgers was my first ever major concert. Just seeing them live gave me an enormous drive to pursue my own career interests into the music industry, the unbelievable and indescribable feeling I had there will never leave me, when I think back to that night, I still have that feeling, and I almost burst into tears, the emotion from the gig is that strong. After hearing about a possible Queen tour in 2010, I'll make sure I get in early, maybe to even two gigs this time. But I doubt anything will beat that night; the SOUND, the LIGHTS, the STAGE, and just the incredibility of seeing Queen and Paul Rodgers, just unbelievable!” - Paul Johnson

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #brian may #paul rodgers #queen concerts #queen + paul rodgers concerts

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leclerqued · 2 years

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I have two quotes for you this week from THE instagram account that always seems to get it right (@writers by the way). 🍀

After a conversation with a friend and lying awake because it’s bloody hot here in Europe.. I’ve been thinking about how to carry yourself and how to make sure others perceive you the way you want to be perceived. I for example want to come across kind, but always have a sarcastic and childlike sense to me. I don’t want to be serious… or rude. But sometimes… I have to be serious and rude.. to get a point across or to choose for me. But that split second won’t change a personality.

Anyway, you’re here for a motivational ask not a rant about my life. I do hope these two images give you a new look at life and the way you carry yourself. Because you deserve to not feel the weight of any of the stuff you’re carrying with you! 🧡🌻

I’m wishing you a beautifully, wonderfully, fantastically, amazingly, surprisingly awesome week! But before I go… I’m leaving a question:

💭 what book/music can you not put down?

Thank you so so much honey. Sorry I'm just answering now, I've been busy all day with two friends from Azerbaijan showing them around my birth city.

And yeah, it's bloody hot and I cannot take it. These friends of mine said they're used to the hot weather because in their country it's 40-42 degrees in the summer. But this weather is SOMETHING ELSE. this girl got Gelato and I've never seen gelato melt so fast in my entire life. I was so sorry for her but she was happy because it tasted good 🥺

So yeah it was hot today and I've suffered a bit but I've felt like I made some people's day better, my mom made them traditional food, we spoke a lot... I had a great time even if my parents cannot speak English and basically I swapped between English and Italian sometimes forgetting whom I had to talk to in which language and they were swapping between azerbaijani and English it was such a fun dinner to attend honestly 🤣

Sorry about talking about my day but I'm not a person with many friends so it was nice spending a day with someone so grateful for being hosted.

I hope you can have this feeling I have right now for the whole week (and hopefully I can keep it too).

Unfortunately I don't read a lot, but as you've probably seen, I listen to a shit ton of music so... Maybe I'm just a tad obsessed with this one, and I hope you'll like it too!

Also thank you so so much about these quotes. I think sometimes I speak too much or too little (and basically turning into a basic bitch in return) and I end up alone... I'm struggling with friendships but I'm good with boundaries. Maybe too good...

Kindness is something people take for granted... And I really wish people would treat me with the same amount of respect and kindness I reserve to them, but in most cases that doesn't happen at all. So it's sad and I keep pushing people away.

And another song just because I can:

#Babssionate #lovely moots and where to find them #Thank you so much #Music

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Mr. Love: Ike's Choice CH5 PT10

Alright people! We are one away from Chapter five being finished! This one was a super fun one to write. The fluff made me giggle like a school girl. Although, all good things come to an end! As you will see with this part in the series ',:) Stay tuned for mysteries finally being put together!!

Warnings: Not much besides the first bit of angst that we haven't had in a while!! Not to mention some ~Gayness~ so ya homophobes better watch out. (also get off my page you disgust me) Not to mention a cliffhanger that may cause you to beg for the next upload to come sooner >:P

(Chapter Five (Kiro and Youran) Prologue and part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine can be found here~)

((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

(((And here is the Masterpost to the whole story for anyone who would like to dive into different parts of the adventure!!)))

Chapter Five:

Part Ten:

Gavin and I had spent the rest of that night at St. Richards, laughing together. I had introduced him to Hunter and, after a moment of inspection, Hunter had deemed him worthy of my time. Not that I needed it, but it was nice to see the smile that Gavin gave me after Hunter had said it. After I had told them both the story with Sam and Kiro, they were in stitches. That day had ended perfectly, and I got to watch it end as the sun rose through the window. Gavin walked me home and wished me goodnight at my door. Though it wasn’t out of his way, the thought of it was what made it perfect. So was the second kiss to the back of my hand that he had given me.

As I walked into my home and lay in my bed, sleep evaded me. All I could do was think about that day. Sam had woken up not too long after I had gotten to bed and we made breakfast together, enjoying each other’s presence and the good food as Sam kept the promise he had made me the night before. After breakfast, Bart had come to take Sam home. I walked him down to the parking lot and said our goodbyes.

That weekend had passed by in a flash and as soon as it had come, it had gone. I had returned to my work and was back to being the hardheaded boss I always was. Though, now it seemed more difficult to hold my usual poker face.

It was late as I sat at the desk in my office, looking through the plan I had just finished writing. There was a knock at my door. “Come in.” I said, keeping my eyes on my computer screen. The door creaked open slowly, as if the person behind the door was nervous to open it.

“Is the coast clear?” A hushed voice asked. I looked up and saw a head with a baseball cap and large sunglasses peering around the room.

“Excuse me?” I asked coldly, prepared for just about anything.

“Is the coast clear?” The head reiterated a bit louder. A suppressed smile seemed to be leaking from his pursed lips as he waited for me to play along with his little game.

“From what?” I asked, straightening my posture.

“From evil of course!” A familiar cheery voice came from the head as he looked at me, beaming. I rolled my eyes.

“You really think I’d work in an office with evil sitting with me?” I propped my head on my hand and arched an eyebrow.

“Good point!” The head said, opening the door further to reveal the rest of his body. He took off his hat and sunglasses and winked at me, “Heya, Super Stranger!”

“Hi, Kiro.” I hummed, turning back to my computer, “What can I help you with?”

“Well, I was just about to go to dinner with Youran when we realized, you should join us!”

“Youran?” I snapped my head back to Kiro. As I did so, music tickled the air. I looked behind Kiro and saw Youran holding a small music box in her hands. One I had kept on a shelf on display. I stood up and made my way over to her. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she listened to the tinkling melody of the music box.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked softly. Youran jumped; the box slipped from her hands. I swiftly caught it and grabbed Youran around the waist.

“I’m sorry I startled you.” I chuckled, steadying Youran as I spoke, “Are you alright?” Youran’s cheeks flushed as she nodded and stood up straight. I kept my hand around her waist for a moment, then removed it when I felt she was really ok.

“S-sorry!” She mumbled, “I didn’t mean to play it. I was just-”

“Don’t worry about it.” I smiled softly. I turned the key to the music box and let the melody play again, “Music is meant to be heard.” Youran’s once flustered state calmed as she listened to the song again. Her shoulders eased as she watched the box.

“What…” Her voice seemed far away, wading like the music after each note was played, “... What is this song?”

“Honestly, I don’t remember.” My eyes drifted to the music box as well, “I’ve known it all my life but I could never figure out the source. The song always seemed to comfort me when I was stressed so, when I was fifteen, Maria had given this music box to me that played the melody. So I’d always find a way to be… be calm.” The melody ended, washing the room in complete silence. I cleared my throat and placed the music box back on the shelf, “So, what is this about dinner?” I turned to Kiro. He was watching us, leaning back on the table and arms folded. But, his face wasn’t holding his normal brightness. It was cold. Ice cold. His eyes were sullen and his lips were pressed tightly together.

When our eyes met though, he quickly straightened and smiled brightly. “Sorry!” Kiro laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Got lost in thought.” He laughed. I kept my eyes trained on him. That wasn’t right. Who looks like that when they stare off into space? A warmth spread across my arm. I looked down and saw a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and caught Youran’s eyes. She smiled at me kindly.

“Is everything ok?” She asked this like nothing had happened. I slowly nodded and looked down. I was holding my arm in front of Youran, protectively. I quickly lowered it and coughed to cover a rising blush.

“So, Super Stranger!” Kiro made his way over to me and slung an arm over my shoulder, “How do you feel about Hot Pot?”

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We all settled in our seats as our waitress left to get us water. Youran bounced happily in her chair. “I have been craving hot pot for the longest time!” She drooled, deeply breathing in the savory smells that filled the air, “I haven’t had the chance to go because of work!”

“Same, Miss. Chips.” Kiro joined her in savoring the smells, “I’m starving!”

“Well I guess we will have to start a conversation before you end up eating one of us.” I folded my arms and leaned on the table, directing my eyes at Kiro, “So, why do you call Youran, Miss. Chips?” Kiro smiled widely.

“Oh yeah! That’s a good story!” Kiro repositioned himself in his seat, “So there I was, looking for a bag of chips. But not any kind of chips, oh no no! A special kind that had collector edition batman cards in it!!” I placed my head in the palm of my hand, listening intently, “When I had found it, there was only one left! So I went to grab it but another hand stopped me!” I looked over to Youran with a smirk. My smirk fell. Youran was smiling widely and her eyes sparkled with adoration as she watched Kiro. The way she smiled was so familiar… and captivating.

"Long story short," Kiro continued giddily, pulling me out of my head and my attention back to him, "she gave me the cards and it was the one that completed my collection! So I started calling her Miss. Chips because of it!"

"Cute." I said somewhat sarcastically as the waitress came with our drinks, "You guys seem close."

"We are!" Kiro flung his arms around Youran from across the table, making her already big eyes grow wide, "Practically inseparable! Especially after what happened in that basement!" I choked on my drink.

"Excuse me?!" I spluttered.

"Yeah!" Kiro answered almost nonchalantly, "Miss. Chips and I were at the hackers summit when-"

"You're a hacker?!" I snapped my head to Youran. She waved her hands frantically.

"No! No!" She squealed, "I was just reporting on a story!"

"Yeah! And I found her there! And she found out I'm," Kiro leaned in close and whispered, "Key."

"Right." I pushed his head from me, keeping my eyes bolted on Youran, "So, what happened exactly?"

"Well," Youran almost whispered, "There was a bomb."

"A whAT?!" Panic flooded my chest.

"We're fine!" Kiro quickly said, smiling reassuringly, "But, while we were running, we tripped into this basement! It had three rooms that… had… death traps- actually…" Kiro paused, face becoming grim, "... the basement kinda reminds me a lot of what we had fallen into, Ike." My breath hitched. Images rearose in my mind from that strange computer. They flashed by quickly but the one picture of the little brown haired girl on an experiment table lingered.

"What exactly happened?" My tone had unintentionally become dour. The air had suddenly become stiff.

"Well," Youran begun, "there were three secret rooms we had to get through. Each one harder to defeat then the last."

"They were targeted towards us specifically." Kiro gave me a knowing look. I clenched my hands under the table.

"Then," Youran's voice was soft. Her eyes were looking at the table but they seemed a thousand yards away, "Then there was this text. And… pictures." My heart stopped, "Pictures I don't remember… but-"

"Seem familiar to you." I finished. Youran looked up at me, locking our eyes.

"Yeah!" She said, shocked, "How did you-"

“Here we are!” A team of waiters brought over the ingredients for our hot pot. I leaned back in my chair and let them scramble the ingredients around the table. Kiro and Youran’s faces lit up as they immediately started digging in, dropping the subject at hand. I hadn’t quite gotten there yet.

I slowly picked up the chopsticks by my side as my mind raced to make sense of what I had heard. Youran saw the pictures too? Had she seen the same ones I had? And the text, was it the same? Was it black swan? It had to be. What other person was making a three tiered death trap, targeted to us specifically? Why was Kiro with her? What did he have to do with any of this? A picture came to my mind from the computer.

A picture of the brown haired girl laying next to a bright blond haired boy.

The boy’s eyes…

I dropped my chopsticks.

Kiro was in those pictures too. That would mean…

“Stranger?” Kiro’s voice sounded far away, “Are you ok?” I nodded slowly, unable to speak. I looked up at Kiro. Images overlapped in my mind. Not just ones from the computer, but ones from the most forgotten part of my mind. Images of a bright eyed boy, reaching out a hand to pick me up, making me a flower crown, smiling the world's most dazzling smile…

I stood up quickly from my chair. Kiro looked at me with worry. “Is everything alright?” He stood with me, reaching out a hand. I backed up slightly, mind still racing. If Kiro was there, then he was an evolver too. What was his evol? Could he have been using it on me without me knowing? Keeping me tied around his little finger? Is he a member of-

I felt a tug from my left side. I snapped my head down and locked eyes with Youran. She held my hand, worry filled her eyes. “Ike.” The moment she said my name, I felt my body relax, “What’s-”

“I-... I’m ok.” I cut Youran off, looking away from her and holding my head, “Sorry, I… lost my cool.”

“What happened?” Kiro came to my side, touching my arm. I jumped at his touch, but soon settled into it. No matter who he was, he was still Kiro. He was still the man who fought so hard just to make me happy and spent the best day of my life with me and my brother. His past may not be as innocent as I’d like to think, but he was still Kiro. He was my SongBird…

He was my friend.

I looked up at Kiro and met his eyes, “Sorry.” I said earnestly, patting his hand, “I.. I don’t.. S-sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” Kiro chuckled, smiling reassuringly, “Are you ok now?”

“I…” My mind still spun with questions and emotions, “... I’m going to need a minute. Excuse me.” I shook Youran’s hand out of mine and walked to the bathroom, ignoring the holes the Kiro and Youran bore into my back with their eyes.

Once I got to the restroom, I slumped over the sink and looked up at the mirror. I looked like a wreck. Worry wrinkles creased my skin, my hair was a frizzy mess, and bags sat prominently under my eyes… my blue eyes…

I grimmised as another wave of images crashed into my mind, stronger then it had before, but these images were new. Those of a small blond haired boy playing soccer with me, a raven haired boy feeding me a spoon full of pudding, a small child laying lifeless in the middle of a street, a teenager flying in the air, a little brown haired girl sitting under a sycamore tree.

I groaned and held my head, feeling a pulsing in my temples as I knelt to the ground. Why was this happening?! What did Black Swan have to do with those images? Who was the Qu-...

The images stopped spinning in my head, landing only on one. That young, bright brown haired girl, reaching out a hand to me. Smiling.

Youran

… Youran was the queen.

I didn’t know why that truth was so clear to me but, it was. She was the queen. She had to be. But what did being the queen mean? And why were those images only shown to the two of us? What did any of this have to do with me?

I stood up shakily from the ground. Chuching my head as I steadied my self in front of the sink. I turned on the water and splashed it on my face. This was all insane. First Montu and now this?! I sighed and looked in the mirror. My breath hitched as shock filled my chest. I was in the mirror. I looked the same as I did before. Worry wrinkles, messy hair, bags under my eyes and all.

Except the color of my eyes had changed to a crimson red.

I quickly stumbled away from the mirror. The image of the broken lab and a little girl standing over Youran came to my mind. That little girl with the bushy brown hair and the monstrous red eyes...

she was protecting her…

I was protecting her.

I-... I was the Rook.

My protective feelings toward Youran, her ability to calm me with one touch, to look at me and instantly make me feel peace, that must have been the power she held as the Queen. She needed protection and, of course, an Evolver with super strength would do just that. She had to have been planning this the whole-...

Except.. she couldn’t. When she talked about the images, she said she didn't remember them. That they only seemed familiar to her. Like they did to me. Was she also struggling with these headaches? Would she tell me if she was?... did she feel the same closeness as I did? Did she feel that same pull, that same ease in her heart, when I spoke?

My blazer pocket buzzed. I shook my head slowly and shakily pulled out my phone. It was a text from Youran.

Are you feeling any better? Do you need anything?

I paused, a calm drifting through my beating heart.

She was worried.

I breathed deeply, then looked back at the mirror. My eyes had returned to normal. A thought came to mind. One that could solve everything…

But it would cost more than I'd like to give.

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luckyyfin · 8 months

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Chicken Nuggets

A/N: Just a drabble I made of a campaign my friends and I are currently playing. Based on this.

The soft noises of paper turning filled the air, in the small compacted study of the Great Wizard. Books littered the mahogany desk, some opened, some stacked on the edge almost ready to fall.

A sudden snap of the book the wizard held filled the small space, a harsh sigh leaving his lips. “Bastard.” He mutters. Standing from his seat he waves his hand out to the stack of books.

Each one individually rises, floating and flittering around to the shelves as he makes a beckoning motion with the other and a new set of books replaces the prior ones on the desk. The wizard cracked his neck, moving towards the tray of water Droop had left earlier and pouring him a glass.

‘Need something stronger than this’ the thought crossed his mind. As the remainder of the books that were called made their way to the piles forming on the desk, a loud slam was heard downstairs.

Despite the heavy walls and the stone floors of the tower, Bartholomew was able to listen to who was in his home, and what voices he was hearing. A young woman’s voice, talking nearly a mile a minute, passionately speaking of a treat she recently purchased. A tired, older voice, almost tiredly agreeing to whatever was being said almost like a broken record.

Once the voices drowned out as he slowly moves from one end of the room to the other, one hand with a book, the other with a cup, there was a loud ‘NO FUCKING WAY!’ booming through the halls.

Heavy steps began closing in where the Wizard was studying. He lets out an exasperating sigh as he reaches his desk and just as he sits down the door swings wide open.

“BART! IT FINALLY FUCKING HAPPENED!!” a woman’s voice rang. A tiefling. Purple hue to her skin and raven hair with large horns adorn her head. There’s a wide, toothy grin accenting her face as she rushes in, a tired goblin following behind.

“Look! Look what I got!” She holds a white and yellow box in her hands, a bright red smile behind the yellow ‘M’ on the top of the packaging.

Bartholomew sighs for the umpteenth time that day, not looking up. “Yalisi,” His tired voice rings out, “I’m bus-”

“I paid for six!” ‘Yalisi’ opens the box, and dumps the contents of the package onto the desk. “And I got seven.”

The grin only appears to grow wider on the tiefling, as she appears proud of her purchase almost as if she had hunted it herself.

It’s almost comical.

The way she stands there, waiting for some sort of congratulations or something.

Bartholomew’s ears twitch in irritation, as he lulls his head back, taking a good look at Yalisi. His gaze travels to the offending pieces of garbage food the woman in front of him constantly craves, and he quickly waves his hand sending six of the pieces hurling into the box resting in the palm of Yalisi’s hand.

The seventh, he holds onto and, to Yalisi’s horror, eats it.

“AY-?!”

A/N: K thanks :D

#dnd #drabble #dnd oc #tiefling #wizard #inncorrect quotes

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okay but hear me out threesome with kon and tim

👀 I am definitely listening

Warning: smut. They’re all college aged.

Tim and Kon make the perfect pair of boyfriends. Tim is cool and calculating and Kon warm and fiery. And there had always been some flirting between you and Kon. Tim had always been quiet and observant but there was chemistry. But even the best detective can have a blind spot.

Tim didn’t realize both you and Kon had your eyes on him. You both had talked about it on long stakeouts. Tim was back in Gotham and a late night makeout sesh post patrol in San Francisco had turned into talking about your mutual crush on Tim in a way only 2 AM conversations can.

“We’d have to straight up kiss him for Tim to get it. I told him I’d kiss him if it was the end of the world,” Kon complained.

“Babe, you’d kiss Bart at the end of the world,” you laughed. “Not exactly a compliment.”

“I meant that he’d be the person I’d pick to kiss at the end of the world,” Kon said covering him face with his hands.

“That’s- that’s actually really sweet. And exactly what you should have said,” you replied. “We should do it.”

“Do what?” Kon asked rolling to his stomach beside you.

“We,” you said grabbing his face. “Should proposition Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.” You kissed Kon deeply and he leaned over to kiss better. “We should fuck him,” you said before kissing again. “But first, I think we need practice,” you said pulling Kon on top of you.

“Hmm I think practice would be good. Really get in the game,” he answered with a lazy smile before kissing you again.

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A few weeks later you finally had the opportunity. You 3 lounged on the couch as the other part of the team was out. At first you leaned on Kon. His fingers ran in your hair. You gave him a look to ask if now he wanted to try. Kon nodded in reply.

You got up to grab a snack and instead of leaning on Kon, you sat close and leaned against Tim. He inhaled but didn’t move. Kon smiled but kept his eyes on the movie. You’d have to play your cards right so Tim wouldn’t get scared off.

After a little while, you pulled Tim’s arm around your shoulder as the movie played. He glanced at you before returning to the movie though Tim wasn’t paying attention anymore.

You turned in his arms to look at Tim who quickly turned to look at you nervously. You smiled up at him and he offered an awkward smile. His eyes flitted over to look at Kon who was pretending to watch the movie.

“Tim,” you whispered. “Can I kiss you?”

Tim’s eyes widened. “Kon is right there.”

“He’s not watching. He doesn’t care,” you said moving a hand up to caress his cheek. He could pull away if he wanted. “Can I?”

Tim inhaled and nodded. You gently cupped his face in both hands and kissed him softly. He tasted a little like Pepsi and popcorn. His hand wrapped around your arm feather soft. It was cute but you knew Tim wasn’t a blushing virgin from his time with various girlfriends and boyfriends.

Kon watched as you two made out. He couldn’t turn away. After a minute Tim pulled back, bright red in the cheeks. He looked over embarrassed towards Kon.

Kon moved closer.

“Can I kiss you,” Kon asked you. You hadn’t moved from Tim’s lap but nodded. Kon leaned over and pressed his lips against yours. Tim watched enchanted. Kon pulled away after a short while.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked Tim. Tim looked between you both.

“Both- both of you?” He asked faintly. You nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, Timbo. We both want to kiss you. Can I?” Kon asked and time seemed to freeze before Tim finally nodded yes.

Kon grinned wide and they both kissed. They looked so good and you couldn’t help but stare. Kon pulled back after a bit and you leaned in to kiss Tim. Kon had his fingers in both of your hair before stealing his own kisses from you both.

“Can we make you feel good, Tim?” You asked quietly. Tim looked at you questioning and Kon nodded.

“Uh… I guess?” He answered nervously.

“You can always say no,” Kon replied. Tim nodded.

“Okay.”

“Then we need more room,” Kon said grabbing you both and carrying you to his bedroom before you could blink. You giggled.

“Alright, Duckie, lay back and get comfortable,” you said. Tim nodded and laid back nervously. You kissed him before kissing down his jaw and throat. Kon started at his collarbone. His fingers pushed up Tim’s shirt until you both pulled back to take it off. Before you could go back to kissing, Kon pulled your shirt and then his own off.

Tim laughed nervously before looking over to see you biting your lips while staring at his body. Kon shocked Tim with a kiss to his pec. Tim let out another nervous laugh. He gasped loudly when you ran your hand up his pants legs.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” You asked.

“No,” Tim said quickly. “I just- I just want to know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, sure. I thought it was obvious I was going to blow you,” you answered and Kon smiled at Tim in an approving way.

“Oh- oh okay. That’s- that’s cool,” Tim stammered. You rubbed his legs soothingly.

“Have you ever-“

“No,” Tim said in a little higher voice. “Sex, yeah, but th-that is new. Just like this.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” you reassured Tim who nodded before laying back. Kon kissed him softly as you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. Tim was obviously tenting in his boxers.

You rubbed his hips before running your hand along the crotch of his shorts before pulling them down. Tim was breathing hard, nervous.

“Tim, it’s okay. We just want you to relax and feel good. There’s no need to be nervous, okay,” Kon told him. Tim nodded and you got started by taking him in your mouth. Tim reacted instantly. His hand ran up and down Kon’s back as they kissed.

You licked all around before sucking on the tip. You ran a hand up to Tim’s abs. Your other hand cupped Kon’s ass. He pressed his hips against Tim and rubbed his hardness against Tim’s leg. This went on until Tim reached his hand down into Kon’s blue jeans to jerk him off.

“Fuck, Tim,” Kon breathed out. Tim’s breath was becoming erratic and his hips would rock into your mouth when you took him deep. He was getting close. You pulled with a pop.

“Are you gonna cum for me,” you asked and both Tim and Kon groaned. “Cum in my mouth Timmy.”

You took him deep and a few bobs of your head with your tongue pressed to the back of his dick had him cumming in your mouth with a whimper. His mouth broke apart from Kon’s to press his head back and gasp through his high. Kon kissed his pulse and watched him hungrily as he came. You finally pulled off with a grin. Tim looked boneless and Kon looked ravenous.

“Fuck her right here,” Tim demanded to a spot beside him. Kon inhaled quickly.

“Sure thing,” you answered climbing up in a position perfect for Tim to watch. Kon grinned and quickly pulled off his pants before climbing over you as you leaned on your hands and knees. Kon didn’t bother pulling your underwear down but instead pushed your skirt up your ass and pushed your panties to the side before sliding in. He slowly started thrusting when you both adjusted.

Tim reached a hand over and lazily ran it over your ass before doing the same to Kon. He reached over to play with a tit afterwards. He was far more comfortable being in charge this way. You reached over to touch him and tim put your hand back with a playful shake of his head. He rolled over and started fondling Kon’s ass. Kon closed his eyes at the dual sensations.

“More,” you gasped as you grew closer. Instead of Kon, Tim reached his hand down to rub your clit while rubbing his dick through the cleft of Kon’s ass. The rough callouses felt amazing. Kon groaned again as he felt you tighten around him and he had to hold your hips up so you wouldn’t fall on the bed as you came.

“Okay,” you moaned, pushing Tim’s hand away and both he and Kon let you slide down in bed. You watched as Kon twisted to kiss Tim. Their dicks rubbed together and Kon reached a hand down to make a tunnel for them both to thrust. It didn’t take long for either of them to find their own high, painting each other’s stomach. Tim grabbed a shirt and wiped them both clean before laying in bed.

One on each side of you. Tim curled as a big spoon with his chest to your back and Kon had his arm out and you laid your hand on it. Kon ran his fingers along your hairline. Tim gently kissed your back. And they played with each other’s free hands. It was so comforting and you felt safe between your boys. You fell asleep like that.

#Tim drake x reader #friday night smut #batboy x reader #Tim drake smut #Red Robin x reader #Red Robin smut #timkon #tim drake x kon kent #Kon kent x reader #Kon kent smut #superboy x Robin #superboy x Red Robin #superboy smut #dc fanfic

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supercap2319 · 2 years

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Insane Chapter 2

Barry Allen x Male Reader

A/N: Second chapter is done, but I will have to wait and watch what happens during the next episode to write chapter 3 lol. Has anyone guessed who Y/N’s powers are based on? The gif below will help lol

“What? Are you insane?” Y/N asked, incredulously. They had just survived a run-in with Despero, and Barry's plan to save the world was for Y/N to kill him?

“It's only to make sure that the future Despero told me about doesn't happen,” Barry countered.

“Barry, listen to yourself. What you're asking for is crazy. You're asking me to kill another human being, and that goes against everything I stand for as a hero,” Y/N said.

“You have to Y/N. You have to follow the Injustice Protocols.”

“No, the protocols state we either contain or take away a rogue member’s powers away if possible. It doesn't say we kill them, Barry.”

“Do you think I want you to do this? Because I don't, but I don't have any other choice,” Barry said.

“There’s always a choice, Barry. Heroes always find another way,” Y/N said. Barry shook his head. “Not this time. This time is different.”

“Think about what you're doing. If I kill you, then what about your team? Iris? Central City? Or what about your kids in the future, Nora and Bart?” Barry looks away. “They'll all be better off without me.” Y/N shook his head. “No, they won't. They'll be devastated. I'm sorry, but my answer is no.”

Y/N turned to walk away from Barry. “Where are you going?” Barry asks. “I'm doing things my way and calling the others as I should have.”

“I am not acting out of fear. I'm trying to do the right thing,” Barry pleads.

“Yeah, and I thought you were too, but I was wrong,” Y/N said, turning to look at him. “You’re just afraid of becoming this man that Despero says you are.”

“I've already hurt people! I’m already a liability!”

“No,what you are is a hero! Doesn’t that mean something?” Y/N asks. Barry has a desperate look on his face. “I’ve seen what happens. What I end up doing.” Y/N scoffs and walks away as Barry walks after him saying: “It’s going to happen. Killing me is the only way to save the world. Damn it, Y/N! It’s the only way to save your loved ones too!” At the mention of his family Y/N stops and slowly turns around and glares at Barry.

“I suggest you keep my family out of this,” Y/N says, angrily. He knows Barry is just scared and not thinking straight. Once someone comes to help then Barry will see this is a bad idea. He walks away determined not to be baited by Barry again.

“After everything we’ve done today, everything I’ve told you, you’re just giving up,” Barry says behind Y/N. His whole body crackles with electricity as his anger grows. “I’m asking you to save the world, and you won’t even listen!!!” Barry throws a bolt of lightning at Y/N, that surges through the young hero’s body, and destroys his phone. Y/N looks at Barry in disbelief. Did the Flash just attack him?

“You’re gonna hear me now, ’cause one way or the other, you’re gonna kill me.” Y/N looks into Barry’s eyes, which are wild and unfocused. “Look at what I just did! The damage I can still cause!” Barry shouts out. “You made a promise to keep this world safe.” Barry’s eyes flash with electricity as he runs at Y/N. Y/N uses his own super speed to move to the other side of Barry. Barry looks at Y/N bewildered. “Kinda hard to make me kill you, if you can’t even catch me,” Y/N says.

Barry runs at Y/N again, but this time he flies into the air where Barry can’t reach him. “Give it up, Barry. You can’t fly.” Barry looks up at Y/N. “You’re right, I can’t fly, but have you ever heard the expression ‘two birds with one stone?’” Barry charges up for another lightning throw, as Y/N cups his hands together and rubs them really fast until a ball of fire is in his hands. He throws it at Barry, as the scarlet speedster throws his lightning. The two attacks collided with each and caused a miniature explosion. Y/N uses it as a distraction and flies towards Barry and slams into him, not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to knock him down. Barry rolls to the ground and groans out. Y/N comes down to the ground and walks towards the speedster.

“You need to stop this insanity,” Y/N said, holding out a hand for Barry to take. Barry looks at Y/N’s outreached hand, and sighs. He looks at Y/N, grabs his hand and pulls him close. “And you need to hang on.” Barry zips them both around the room, knocking Y/N into anything he can. Y/N knows Barry is only doing this to get a rise out of him, but it won’t work. He has to stop it somehow. Y/N punches Barry, and the combined might of speed, strength, and motion propels them forward in the display case with Oliver Queen’s Arrow Suit. They break through the glass and fall to the ground.

Barry looks at Oliver’s fallen suit and feels a wave of guilt and sadness about what just happened. “You think this is what Oliver would have wanted?” Y/N stands up. “During Elseworlds, Oliver went to the Monitor and traded his life for yours and Kara’s because he knew you were the kind of heroes this world needs.”

“You are the best of us, Barry,” Y/N says. “Oliver Queen wasn't a quitter. He’d never quit on you, so don't quit on yourself,” Y/N told him. “Please, for me, don't stop fighting. No matter what the future holds.” Barry looks at Y/N, tears in his eyes. He can't believe he tried to hurt one of his friends. This crisis with Despero had him doing anything he could to stop the future from happening, but he was wrong. “Y/N, I'm so sorry,” Barry sobbed.

Y/N kneeled down. “It's alright, everything is going to be alright.” Barry looked at Y/N. Really, looked at him, and felt all those hidden wants and desires coming to the surface. When he first met Y/N, he liked him, but tried to convince himself he was still straight. Then when he got engaged to Iris, he needed to put those feelings away. And when they were married, he had to bury them. He couldn't feel this way about Y/N, could he? Was it wrong to want this?

Barry leaned in and pecked Y/N on the lips. Y/N pulled back in shock. “Barry, what are you doing?” Barry licked his lips. “Please, Y/N. I want… I need… I need to feel something other than sadness.” Y/N knew this was a bad idea doing this. Barry wasn't in his right mind, and it would be selfish of him to take advantage of Barry when he was like this, but he wanted this, too. Y/N has had a crush on Barry since he first saved Kara and after he found out about Iris, he tried to repress those desires, but right now; he didn't want to.

Y/N leaned in close and Barry met him as their lips locked together. It felt like fireworks were going off as they kissed. It sent tingles down Y/N’s body. Barry grabbed the back of Y/N’s head and pulled them closer to deepen the kiss, as Y/N’s hands snaked down Barry’s back onto his zipper.

“Oh, God,” a voice says.

Both heroes turned around to see Iris West Allen, and a guy Y/N didn't recognize in a letterman’s jacket. Deon the Still Force. Iris's mouth was opened and had shed a few tears. Barry stood up slowly. “Iris, I can explain–”

The rest of Barry's sentence was cut off as Despero teleports in and hits Y/N across the room before grabbing Barry by the throat. “I told you, Flash, if I found any trace of your true nature, I'd end your existence.”

“Leave him alone! He's innocent,” Iris says. “Someone changed the timeline to kill my father and make Barry seem insane.”

Despero looks at her. “You really believe you're telling the truth,” He chuckles. “How tragic.” He squeezes tighter as a third eye opens on his forehead. Y/N fires a blast of heat vision at the eye, causing Despero to cry out in pain, and let Barry go. Y/N flies towards Despero and slams into a nearby wall. “Round two, Clown face.” Despero growls against Y/N, trying to push the hero off of him. “Hurry! I'll hold him off.”

Iris and Deon run to Barry. “You need to go and figure out who is trying to frame you.”

“I need to go to the future, see who really causes Armageddon,” Barry says.

“I can't hold him much longer!” Y/N cries.

“I'm not gonna make it there. I don't have enough Speed Force left,” Barry said. “But he does,” Deon says, pointing to Y/N. “Y/N’s not a speedster,” Iris says.

“I know that, but if he and Dad combine speeds, they should make it,” Deon says. Barry looks at Y/N fighting Despero. “Y/N! I need you.” Y/N looks at Barry, then back to Despero. “Sorry, gotta go.” Y/N punches Despero to the ground.

“What’s going on?” Y/N asked.

“No time to explain,” Barry says. “Just run Y/N. Run!” Both heroes run out of the hall and run as fast as they can, combining their speeds to open up a time portal and run through it.

Despero recovers and notices the two heroes have once again escaped. He glares at Iris and Deon. “You all just killed this world.” He teleports away.

Barry and Y/N travel to Central City in 2031. Barry notices everything looks okay. No destruction, like Despero said. Y/N’s eyes fall onto a sign: Robern’s Private Event. West Party. “Barry, come take a look at this.” Barry comes to Y/N’s side as he reads the sign in confusion. They needed to find out what’s going on. They change out of their suits, find some clothes to wear and enter the private event.

Barry’s ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice that made his stomach drop. “If I could have everyone's attention for a moment. I have been waiting for this moment for a very, very long time. When you find the love of your life, it's like electricity pulsing through your veins, giving you a shock that you absolutely never want to end because... because now…”

Y/N and Barry are shocked to see Eobard Thawne making the speech as Iris comes up to the stage, wearing a ring on her finger. “Now you're part of something greater. You're part of something wonderful. And, frankly, surprising because you never know... what face fate will be wearing when she shows up to knock on your door and change your life forever,” Eobard smiles. “When it does, for you, my wish is that face... Is as beautiful as the one standing next to me. To Iris West, the love of my life... And to our future together.” They raise their glasses in toast.

“This is wrong, Y/N,” Barry whispers. Y/N nods his head in agreement. “What the hell did Thawne do?” Iris notices them and has a look of terror on her face. Eobard looks at them and smiles. Chester, Allegra, Alex, Cecile, Ryan Choi, Dr. Ramsey Rosso, and Ryan Wilder look at them with pure hatred and fear.

“What the hell are they doing here?” Ryan Wilder says, as Y/N and Barry look on in confusion.

#the flash #barry allen x male reader #barry allen #male reader insert #x male reader #male insert #the flash x male reader #male hero x male hero #male x male #super heroes #gay vibes #colors #biseuxal

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ prompt: your relationship with Damian isn’t what is seems like.

♡ pairing: damian wayne (robin), bart allen (impulse) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “it’s just a little too late, you say you dream about me but you don’t like me, you just like the chase so be real, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

you were blasting music into your headphones as you were trying to finish everything you needed to get done for the week. graduation was coming in just a few weeks and you had been neck deep in homework with essays and exams coming in from left and right.

you had even been putting off even hanging out or going on dates with Damian because your lack of time. he kept telling you that it was okay but in the back of your head, you felt wrong for denying him every time he asked you out.

Jon and Billy had been in the lair’s living room, lazying around until Nightwing or even Batman came in to give all of you times and coordinates for your patrolling tonight. you hadn’t even been hearing their conversation since your music was drowning out their conversations.

when you realized that your coffee had ran out and everything that you needed in order to make a new cup was in the kitchen, you took off your headphones and grabbed your cup, walking slowly to living room.

“where’s Damian?” Billy asked, kicking his shoes off, “oh, he’s training. ever since graduation for Gotham Academy came closer, ( your name ) has been putting him off to study so he’s been training to kill time.”

your eyebrows fluttered in confusion, not knowing if what Jon was saying was rude or not. “I have to give Damian props though,” Jon continued, “he’s been with her for two months now! we even had a small bet going to see how long he would be able to date her and he’s clearly won since he’s been with her longer than the month we bet on. even a few of the titans had placed bets that it wouldn’t last as long as it did. Raven put in a measly two weeks,” Jon laughed.

your eyes stared down at the ground, completely watery and stinging, “hey, that just shows Damian can commit to things that aren’t training although it’s like you said, it’s surprising they’re even together if she keeps putting him off,” Billy added on.

not realizing that your cup had slipped your grasp, the metal collided with the ground, making Jon and Billy turn around. they could see the hurt in your eyes as you remained frozen in place.

“hey ( your name ),” Jon murmured, “did you hear what we were talking about?” Billy asked, afraid at the answer.

your eyes turned into rage as you picked up your cup off the floor, “tell Damian that since our month is over, we’re done,” Jon immediately sprang up, “hey! please, don’t say that! you’re completely not understanding what we’re saying!” Jon said frantically.

Damian walked out of the solo training room, seeing Jon and Billy’s expressions as the tears ran down your face, “what’s going on?” Damian asked. you laughed, not wanting to even look at him, “great! you’re here! since our relationship was based on a bet that you had money on that would only last a month, you can count it as we’re over now!” you exclaimed.

you slammed your laptop and grabbed your backpack as Damian ran towards you. in a fit of complete rage, you turned around and punched him square in the stomach, making him fall onto Jon.

“go fuck yourself! as a matter of fact, you can find another member for the Titans! I quit!” you screamed, slamming your mask down onto the table and leaving the lair, “wait! please, this isn’t how you think it went down, please!” Damian begged.

you gave him the finger, “I hope you, right along with Jon and Billy, enjoy sitting on the shame that is playing with people’s emotions,” you said as Nightwing walked into the hallway, clearly lost on what was happening, “the next time you, Jon, Billy, hell! even the Titan’s decide to play with people’s emotion for the sake of getting money, make sure it’s someone who’s not on the same team as you,” you whispered.

“don’t leave, please don’t leave. Nightwing, stop her!” Damian said in panic as you got onto your bike, “Nightwing, since the Titan’s are now down a member, you can tell whoever was fighting a place that my spot is now vacant,” you managed to say before revving your bike and riding onto the street.

“what is going on?” Nightwing asked the three. he had never saw Damian so hurt, meanwhile Billy and Jon were left speechless, “my girlfriend just broke up with me!” Damian murmured, a feeling in his heart that he had never felt before, “she overheard a conversation Billy and I were having but I think she only heard a piece of it,” Jon tried to rationalize.

Damian looked at the two, pure rage coming over his body, “it’s both your fault?” he screamed, charging them with his sword. Nightwing quickly grabbed his brother, taking the sword away from his grasp, “she only heard some of the conversation! we never meant for her to actually get upset.”

Nightwing stood in between the three, “listen, whatever happened, all of you need to apologize. now, I can’t promise that she’ll rejoin the team,” he warned Damian, “if she decides to come back, that’ll be her decision....AND HER DECISION only,” Nightwing said, “but if she decides not too, I can’t force her to overturn her decision,” he added on, “no matter who you’re related too.”

Damian knew he was hinting at Bruce when he added in the last part. there was no way any of them could actually convince you to come back if you didn’t want too. they could try and persuade you but it was ultimately your decision if you wanted to rejoin the team.

once you got back home, you felt as though your heart hadn’t completely accepted what happened. a part of you felt like it was some sort of sick joke and you needed to wake up from it.

alas, it wasn’t and you knew that what Damian and you had was something that wasn’t going to happen again. it stung knowing that Jon, the one who seemed so innocent all the time, was actually in on the joke and was sitting there and laughing at you.

you hadn’t known Billy for that long. the two of you became acquainted not long after you got with Damian and while you thought of him as a friend, it still hurt that he too was in on the joke.

your mom was working late as she was helping Gotham Academy with situating for graduation planning. your mom didn’t know about you and Damian thankfully so even though you were completely heartbroken, it’s not like she knew about what you were going through.

you flopped onto your bed, trying to control your breathing when the doorbell rang. tiptoeing to the front door, hoping it wasn’t any of the three idiots, you were stricken with relief when you saw that it was Bart of all people.

“hey Allen, what are you up too? wait a minute, what you doing here in Gotham?” you asked, welcoming him inside. Bart chuckled softly, “I’m here for some stuff on the behalf of my family. don’t worry about it,” he murmured, “I went to the lair looking for you and you were gone.”

you hummed, not knowing if you were willing to tell him the actual story of why you weren’t there, “you okay? you look like you were crying!” he exclaimed, seeing the puffyness under your eye and the redness around it. you sighed shakily, “truthfully? I’m not but it’s nothing to worry about,” you tried to say calmly.

Bart gave you a look, not fully convinced, “seriously? I can’t talk to you about the real reason on why I’m here if you’re upset. tell me!” he restated, looking at you dead in the eye. you dragged him inside, not wanting anyone to heart, especially if Damian was on his bullshit and spying on you.

you got Bart up to your room, locking the door and leaning up against the door. your back against it as you tried to contain your tears and running your hands through your hair, “I broke up with my boyfriend recently and I’ve been having a lot of issues with it since I found out,” you finally confessed.

Bart’s eyes twitched in annoyance, “you were dating someone?” he asked, a bit hurt that the girl he had been crushing on not only had a boyfriend but you were now heartbroken over it. you nodded, “not that my identity was ever a secret but I was dating Robin,” your eye twitched this time, annoyed at mentioning Damian.

Bart stood in disbelief, not believing that Robin, the one everyone thought was perfect, had broken up with you. a part of him wanted to strangle the boy but he knew that Robin was a lot more stronger than he was.

“if you don’t mind me asking, can I ask what happened?” Bart played with his fingers nervously. you stared at the ground, scared if you looked at Bart, you would bawl your eyes out, “he started dating me as a joke. he had made a bet with a few other sidekicks about being able to date me for a month and the longer he dated me, the more money he made,” your tears fell almost immediately at the confession.

Bart’s anger immediately rose as he tried to not say anything irrational, “are you kidding?” he asked. you shook your head no, not knowing what to say, “can I kick his ass?” he asked again, making you laugh for the first time in a while.

“sorry Allen but you know I won’t let you...especially because you and I both know how that would end,” you giggled, making Bart agree. you sat down on the bed next to him, “now why are you here? although I think I might know why,” you murmured.

The Flash family, especially Bart and Barry had taken an interest in you when you first joined the Titans. your powers had given you the ability to be as fast as the Flashes were. you weren’t exactly as speedy as Flash but your powers did let you have competition with Bart’s speed.

“you know Central city has been calling your name,” Bart whispered, looking at you. “you know you’d have a position with us and you wouldn’t be around Robin if you weren’t comfortable being around him,” Bart added in the last part.

you bit your lip, “come on, you know better than anyone that Gotham has nothing for you,” he tried to rationalize, “yeah, you have potential with the Bats but you know that joining us would make you an even bigger hero than you are here,” he said.

“Bart, is this really the reason why you want me to join all of you?” you asked. Bart nodded, hoping that you were actually considering it, “of course! you can join us out for patrol tonight and if you like it, you can join us over in Central City when you graduate,” he exclaimed.

“tonight? with who?” you asked. Bart pointed to himself with confidence, “with the one and only, Bart Allen!” he boasted. you laughed, “just tonight and if I don’t like it, I get to stay here!” you said, pointing your finger at his chest.

“SERIOUSLY?” he asked surprised. you nodded as you saw the time, “sure but remember what I said!” you yelled as he ran around your room in excitement.

the time you had ever went to Central City was when you went with Damian and Bruce on the behalf of Bat business so the feeling that you were now no longer going there with them felt a bit out of place. you looked at the time as Bart had told you that it wouldn’t take to long to get there with both your speeds.

you grabbed you uniform out of your closet and looked at the time, sensing that both you and Bart should get to Central City before both of your patrol times started. you could see the excitement coming from Bart as he was basically talking your ear off the entire way back to Central City.

through the following few days, you had actively ignored Jon, Damian, and Billy. it was harder for you to ignore Jon and Damian as they had known your home address but every time Raven had informed you on one of the boys coming and paying you a visit, Bart always seemed to come over and get you out of the house before they could.

this time was no different but today, you couldn’t ignore Damian even if you wanted too. today was Gotham’s graduation and with both you and Damian graduating at the top of the class, you both had to sat on the stage, right next to each other.

you had worn a plain neutral yellow dress with black shoes as you tried to follow Gotham’s school colors. the actual cap and gowns were not as cute as they had the tacky yellow cap and gown with black lining that made all of you look like bee’s.

up until this moment, you still hadn’t decided on what your plans were for after graduation. you had a bunch of unanswered acceptance letters from different University’s around the U.S. and one of them was from Central City State University.

they had personally reached out to you in order to attend their school. you had been thinking about actually accepting their letter for a while now and with Bart now offering to be your partner, you didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. you hadn’t told anyone besides your mother about the move to Central City and while she was upset to see you leave, she knew it was best to let you finally be on your own.

you had gotten to Gotham Academy, a bit early and tired as you had stayed up late with being on Face Time with Bart. the two of you had gotten closer over the course of the last few weeks and while you were still extremely heartbroken over Damian’s actions, a part of your heart was starting to fix itself with Bart now mending that piece.

you, on a very sporadic thought, had invited Bart and Barry to your graduation as you didn’t want to run into the chance of actually having to be alone with Damian. you wanted to make sure that you were either around your mom or Bart when everything was finished.

the stage had been set by the time you got to the Auditorium as you had saw your mom along with Bart and Barry in the front. since you were moving to Central City, partially for college and partially to continue doing hero work there, your mom had to introduce and get familiar with the family that was soon taking you in.

everyone knew that everyone who were connected to the Flash family had this flamboyant personality to them so when Barry and Bart introduced themselves to your mom, she was quite taken back. nevertheless, she did end up getting along well with them and felt safe with you moving there.

Damian had saw you sitting in the chair, on your phone as everyone sat in their seats. what he hadn’t realized was that Bart and Barry were right next to your mom. he had heard about your endeavors with going over to Central City to ‘intern’ with the Flash family and while he didn’t want to believe it, a part of him felt as though that might’ve been actually true now.

Damian looked at you with guilt crossing his face. you hadn’t been face to face with him since that fateful night and although it took every ounce of power to not scream at him, for the sake of his identity and the fact that all of you had to be professional, you gave him the side eye and turned to your headmaster who was approaching the stand.

Gotham Academy’s graduation had felt like centuries before it finally came to your turn to speak on the behalf of your class. you smiled at the crowd, waving at your family and the Allen’s before looking down at your paper. you gulped in nervousness as you began your speech.

“and although I have been keeping my college acceptance a secret, within the last few weeks, I’ve had the privilege of being scouted by a few schools and finally came down to the decision last week on which university I would attend. it is my honor and with grace to finally announce that I will be attending Central City State University in the fall! go Falcons!” you told the crowd as you opened up your gown to show off the school sweater.

you saw Bart’s face light up with excitement as he realized that you had accepted the Flash’s invitation to work with them. Damian had also realized that the rumors surrounding you actually leaving the Titan’s to work with the Flash was actually true and he felt his heart break realizing that you were no longer a part of his life.

you sat back down in your seat with a smirk playing on your face as you could basically feel Damian’s stare coming down on you. it wasn’t until after graduation when all of you got the chance to join your families again when you saw Bart and everyone else.

“are you really joining us in Central City?” he asked excitedly. you nodded, giving Bart a hug. the hug didn’t feel friendly. not in the slightest. it felt almost romantic as the two of you remained in an embrace longer than you had realized, “than I’m so glad our plan actually worked out!” Barry said in relief.

your eyebrows fluttered in confusion but he told you it was a surprise that you wouldn’t see until you got to Central City tonight. you nodded as all you had decided to take pictures before heading to eat. you had noticed Damian approaching you, a determined stare on his face but Bart quickly realized it and grabbed you by the wrist, making you join Barry and your mom again.

the night finally entered as you had made your way to Central City in order to get settled into your new apartment by signing the final papers over to the apartment. Barry and Bart had offered to show you around your new home, as if you hadn’t already recognized Central City already but nevertheless, you complied and let them show you.

you got into the core of the city, the lights twinkling and the noises of cars making you feel as though you were in a movie. Bart had covered your eyes with his hands as he told you your secret was coming up. a nervous feeling crept up to your stomach as you had no idea what was going on.

finally, all of you stopped and that was when Bart took his hands off your eyes. you stared at the large billboard that was high up in the sky as you felt tears spring your eyes.

“welcoming Central City’s newest superhero.”

the billboard read as it had a picture of you right next to the lettering. you looked to Barry and Bart before engulfing them into a hug as you thanked them profusely. Barry shrugged you off, “we should be thanking you. you’re going to help us so much! it’s the least we could do,” he said as Bart agreed.

Barry had mentioned that all of you were going to catch dinner at a restaurant and your reservation should be coming up soon. he had gotten the head start, whispering to Bart that he’d leave the two of you alone for a moment.

“seriously, thank you so much Bart,” you whispered, giving him another hug. he chuckled nervously, trying to wave you off, “you have no idea how much this means to me,” you added on.

you looked to Bart and got on your toes, hoping that your next action wasn’t a mistake. you gave him a quick peck on the cheek, making Bart go red in the face. it hadn’t fully set in that you kissed him until he realized that he hadn’t said anything back yet.

Bart grabbed your hand, giving it a soft kiss before doing the same to your cheek. you smiled at him shyly, grabbing his hand before telling him that you were going to be late for the reservation with Barry.

months had passed since you had started your new life in Central City. you hadn’t spared anyone in Gotham a second thought unless you were visiting your mom so you hadn’t contacted Damian or any of the Titan’s since then.

however, you had to go with Bart to the Titan’s tower today. you had to meet up with Nightwing there to get information Barry needed for a case. you were hoping that you didn’t run into any of the idiots while you were there with Bart but luck was not on your side that day and upon reaching the Titan’s tower, you were met with not only Damian but with Jon and Billy.

“where’s Nightwing?” you asked them. Jon gave you a sheepish smile, “he’ll be here soon,” he responded. you nodded, grabbing Bart’s hand and heading to the couch to say hello to Raven and Beast Boy.

the four of you got into conversation until Damian walked in, basically dragging you into the kitchen as Bart immediately stood up, running to where you were.

“what the fuck is your issue?” you yelled, snatching your hand back. Bart knew you could hold your own but he still wanted to make sure you were okay, “we need to talk,” he stated, looking to Bart. you laughed, “yeah, whatever you have to say you can say right now. I refuse to talk to you alone,” you said back.

Damian growled as Jon and Billy stood up, “that night when everything went down, we want to say that it was all a mistake. you had only heard a portion of what we were saying. we never intentionally made a bet on the two of you. we had made a bet that was basically us telling Da-Robin that he couldn’t do anything besides train and fight. Robin had actual feelings for you and the bet was never intentionally set on you. we swear,” Jon explained.

you looked to Damian and Billy as they both agreed. you rolled your eyes annoyed, “you think I’d actually believe that?” you looked to Bart and laughed before taking his hand, “the next time you actually want to make up lies, make sure they’re actually fucking believable!” you exclaimed laughing.

Bart laughed along with you, “you think we’re lying?” Damian yelled, “yeah because why should I ever believe what any of you three have to say. all of you are a bunch of pricks that are so far up your own asses that no one with an actual working brain would believe that lie.”

Bart’s mouth, along with everyone else, hung in disbelief and surprise. “seriously, the next time we see each other, make up a better lie and for the record, working with and in Central City has been actually been so refreshing! no offense,” you said looking over to the rest of the Titan’s, “especially since he’s been making it a lot easier,” you gave Bart a wink as he blushed slightly.

“so unless we actually have to speak to each other on professional terms, don’t bank on me ever contacting any of you again.”

you grabbed Bart’s hand as Nightwing had walked into the tower and the three of you walked into a solo conference room to actually do what Barry had sent you two for.

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Jack Bass x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Bass's.

Notes:

I have no idea when this is supposed to be set. Just go with it.

I have two things to say about Jack in this gif, though. 1. Does he not know how to carry a tray. And 2. I love this statement, here. Its like 'Bart's Dead, Chuck. I can barely contain my joy, Chuck. Its taking all my willpower, Chuck, to keep a monotonous expression. Also Chuck I am carrying a tray, do you see this?'

Plot: Bart Bass decides to be his creepy fucking self (Not that Jack is exponentially better in any way but whatever) towards you, Chuck's best friend- but thankfully, Jack accidentally walks in on the scene and gives you a get out of jail free card.

Good old 'lesser of two evils' shit. I love stuff like that.

Warnings: BART BASS being predatory, and a bit of age difference (You and Jack. I'm going by actors ages though so there's only a, like, 11 year age gap between him and Chuck which is not that bad if you ask me). Sexual references.

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Chuck looks from his phone, that's flashing Blairs name, to you and your big, wide eyes and lips mouthing 'Don't you dare', then to his father quietly tapping away on his phone on the couch a few feet away... then back at his phone.

"Charles- " You hiss, prepared to threaten his very existence but he cuts you off first- slipping off the bar stool beside you and heading for the hallway.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Why am I friends with him again!? You think, but stay quiet and hope that Bart doesn't realise that you're back there despite having said hello to you earlier when he came in. You think, if you stay quiet like a mouse, he will forget your existence and keep texting until Chuck gets back- although, who knows how long he and Blair can go on for.

Depends what its about, honestly. If its about revenge or espionage... well, the conversation could last quite some time.

Should I just leave?

The impulse to run away is a strong one, as you sit there with your cheeks heating up and you start to feel nauseated. You never liked Bart Bass, from the moment you met him. Before that, actually. You had heard Chuck talking about him to Nate before you even became friends with them, and none of what you heard was good. And then you did meet him, one day when Chuck invited you over to do a school project. Or 'school project' as he so obnoxiously put it. You really did end up just doing a school project, though. Hence your friendship nowadays. Bart was creepy towards you even then, at 16 with terribly died hair and the wrong eyeshadow.

You've been very careful since then to never be alone with him like this. You would talk to him at parties if you were forced to, say hello to him when Chuck had you at his place and the man walked by, but that is the extent of your communication with the creep. Always, always, someone would be around. Chuck, mostly. But also staff, or Nate, or random fundraiser ladies, or Jack who Chuck the bastard never left alone with all willy-nilly like this, unfortunately, or Lily, or literally anyone else possible on the earth.

You've even hidden away in the men's bathroom, which is disgusting no matter how expensive the restaurant, with Nate before to get away from this man when Chuck once ditched you both at a dinner with him. And that's the story of how you got your first kiss, too, and it was from Nate Archibald. Hell yes.

That's how much this man makes you want to grab your bag and flee.

But you don't. You stay glued to your seat, super still, listening only to the tap-tap-tapping noises that Bart makes and the bump-bump-bump noises your heart is making right into your throbbing ears.

Until it stops.

Not the bump-bump-bumping, oh no. The tapping. And, nightmarishly, it's replaced by a groan and footsteps coming towards your turned back.

"Y/N," As soon as he says your name, his hands fall on your your shoulders and you literally jump under his touch. Shit- Shit- Fuck- what's happening- "I've been meaning to speak with you recently but Chuck- ah. Well you know him. He refused to share with me your telephone number. But I knew you'd turn up here at some point, so not to worry."

"Uh... right." You cant even force yourself to be your normal, cheery, polite self in this position. You just want him to get. off. of. you.

"Did you want a drink?" He asks, in that possibly cheery (But only because its slightly louder then his usual husk level) but mostly still scary voice he uses to convey emotion, letting go of you thankfully and rounding to the other side of the bar. You shake your head, though. He raises his brows, picking out a scotch for himself. "You don't drink? Shocking, seeing as you're friends with my son."

Oh I drink. You think, giving him a shrug. Just not in situations like this one. Also, what must he think of Chuck? Jesus Christ. For sure, your boy likes debauchery but what's wrong with that?

"Well, I like that." Bart pauses before pouring his drink, to appreciate you. "Mature."

Damn it. It makes your skin absolutely crawl.

"So... " You take a deep breath, tucking your hair back behind your ears rather then ruffling it back like you usually would to get it out of your face- lest that be recognised as some kind of extremely subtle form of flirting. God, fear makes you think weird things. "What did you want to discuss?"

"Oh- Just, your future. Where are you going to school? Will you be sticking close to us?"

Us? US? No, I'll be far far away, from you.

You don't really want to tell Bart where you're going to be going to school, because in your fear addled brain you know that that will just lead to 'Which campus?', or 'Where will you be staying?' and you really don't want it to go there.

You're just taking another, shakier deep breath, when the front door of the apartment opens and shuts loudly and set of feet trample down the hallway towards you. Immediately total relief plashes over you and you wipe your face. Oh, thank god.

Jack Bass appears in the doorway to the living room, looking as put-together yet somehow simultaneously still totally relaxed, as always, and forces aa polite smile onto his handsome face. "Brother. Y/N? Its good to see you."

You have no idea. "Good to see you too Jack. Uh- Chuck's in the bathroom."

"Thanks. For that... enlightening, information, Y/N. I needed that." You cheeks flare up in embarrassment, but ultimately you just roll your eyes as Jack flashes you a subtle wink, and turns promptly to his - much, - older brother. "Bart."

The older brother in question looks less then pleased at his baby brothers appearance in his home. Right now. And he possibly isn't thrilled about that little wink, either. Like you two are in on some kind of joke together. "Jack... What are you doing here?"

"Simmer down, bro. Just visiting." Even you know that that excuse is weak, but anything that comes out Jack's own monotonous voice right now is blessed where you're concerned so you certainly don't say anything. Or make any faces, which would be more appropriate. "Y/N, I don't think Bart-man here's too happy about my presence." Hm, no. You'd have to agree with that observation- not that you've looked up at Bart since Jack came in. You wont risk it. Jack glides through the room with the practised grace of a man who's lived 3 quarters of his life in suits and the other, happier quarter in board shorts, and ends up right next to your chair, an arm resting on the bench in front of you.

If you weren't already so nervous about Bart, you would blush about Jack.

"At least tell me you're glad to see me."

You grin, which is less forced then you thought it would be prior to trying it. Damn, he's good. You think, realising he just swepped in here and made you comfortable in less then 50 words. "Always, 'Uncle Jack'."

"Oh," He groans, like it physically pained him to hear you tease him like that. A tiny smirk even slips through his usually emotionless - well, not emotionless. He has one standing colour, that being sly, - stone statue of a face. "'Uncle Jack'- Please, stop. I'm barely a decade older then you."

That's enough to make anything else possible, inappropriate. Unfortunately. "Hey, I said I'm glad to see you." You wink, a bit sly yourself. "Count your blessings."

His grin widens a bit, like the dangerously charming Cheshire cat-type that he is. Genes that Chuck inherited, clearly, if his track record with girls say anything at all, but that Bart obviously missed out on. "You've got a point."

"She's a remarkable young woman." Bart pipes up, making your stomach tie itself up in knots again, and you immediately revert your gaze to your lap. Remarkable young woman... you want to barf. "Who, I was actually having a conversation with before you burst in here, unannounced." He takes a slow sip of his drink, then mutters. "And uninvited."

"Well that's great." Jack straightens up, clapping his hands together and finally showing his teeth in a smile. They're really freaken white, compared to his skin, deeply tanned by the hot Australian sun. "A visit would be kinda uncomfortable without a conversation; I'll join. I can converse with the best of 'em, Bart. I assure you."

"It was private." The old man sneers, thinking that he's got the upper hand on Jack, and all you can do is hope to god that he's wrong.

Jack turns his head back to look at you, and you meet his gaze tentatively. Your eyes scream, 'Please don't leave me alone with that guy'. He promptly looks back to Bart. "Well Bart why don't we ask the lady in the room what she wants? We are gentlemen here aren't we?" Then Jack makes a face, all crumpled up and unsure, for a moment. "Err. Well actually... 'gentleman' might be a bold faced lie. We'll ask anyway. Y/N! Do you mind if I weigh in here?"

"Not at all." You say quickly, flashing a tiny, thankful smile. He gives you another wink- this time actually subtle. So Bart didn't see it. Your smile gets a little bit bigger, relaxing. He's got you.

"Great." You watch him pull out the stool beside you, that Chuck - who has still not returned from his phone call with Blair. You assume some, likely cruel vengeance must be involved. Possibly involving that Humphrey guy, - had vacated and settles down in it. He then sets his arms firmly on the bench and looks up attentively at Bart, not breaking eye contact with him. Boy these Bass's like their stare downs. "So?" He prompts, expectantly. And a little arrogantly- a Bass speciality that you truly don't mind at all. "What's on the agenda, today?"

Bart glares heatedly, back.

Throughout the awkward discussion between the three of you, which your good friend Chuck has yet to return to discover - at this point you're resigned to him having climbed out the window and scaled the building probably, - , Jack constantly, skilfully changes the subject for you whenever Bart rears to close to somewhere uncomfortable. He makes jokes that make you laugh, he nudges you with his elbow at times - but never touches you any more then that, although you honestly wouldn't mind it if he did, - and takes the attention off you a lot. At times you truly thought you saw steam come out of Bart's ears.

When finally Bart gives up and excuses himself, saying he as an early dinner with Lily, you feel exhausted and relieved. After the door swings shut behind him, you cover your face with your hands and deeply sigh.

"So, what was that about? You looked like a trapped mouse. I recognise that look, I invented that look." You pull back slightly from your hands and glance over at him, to see him thoughtful for a moment. "Well, not by making it. By... causing... it... Either way, it was not good." He shakes his head, taking a sip of his own drink - scotch, - that he made Bart pour for him; Raising his eyebrows at you for an explanation over the rim of the glass.

Jack's always been great, like this. Even when he was horrible, he was the lesser of two evils between him and Bart. Good for a laugh and quality eye candy in a pinch- and that counts for a hell of a lot when it comes to surviving Bart Bass and the Upper East Side. And he had the power and pull of an adult, but knew what the hell was going on like one of you.

So he always made you feel at ease.

You ruffle your hair back, and sigh, straightening your back finally from their hunched over position they live in when you're uncomfortable and pushing back your shoulders. "He was just, saying some weird stuff... and Chuck disappeared to talk to Blair." At that, Jack nods in total understanding. Like ah, yeah. Got ya. Finally, you shrug. "He just makes me really uncomfortable. No offence, but I hate your brother."

As you watch Jack's eyes don't even flicker; He's totally on board with what you've said. Then he finishes the rest of his scotch in one gulp. "Ahh- I hate him too."

"As do we all." Chuck's voice suddenly pops up, as he appears in the doorway like Jack had earlier. You have to practice some serious self control so as to not laugh, at Chuck so coincidentally turning up again at the perfect moment to proclaim his hatred for his father. Jack grins back at Chuck coldly, nodding. Yeah. "Anyway, Y/N, I apologise but I'll be having to abandon you. Blair's waiting for me at her, empty, apartment." He pauses for a moment for dramatic effect, in perfect Chuck Bass fashion, and you roll your eyes, grinning. Jack smirks. "But you're welcome to stick around a while and help yourself to the amenities All on my tab, of course. Good to see you again, Jack." Then he pockets his phone and heads toward the door. The second Bass of the day leaves the building.

"Bye, nephew!" Jack waives as the elevator doors close behind Chuck then swiftly turns around back to you, to which you raise your eyebrows. "So, what do we do now?"

"I dunno." Shrugging you grin and turn your stool to angle your legs towards Jack. "When Chuck says those magical words 'All on my tab'," Those words, oh; You speak them with just as much raw, breathy sexual arousal as the man himself would. As the words demand. 'All on my tab'. Good lord, sex if they were words. "I tend to take advantage."

"An easy girl to please; That's what I like to see." Your cheeks flame up at those words out of Jack's mouth as he turns to look down at the room service menu. Yes, Jack Bass has toed the line, between platonic and flirtatious since the very moment you met the man... but that seemed a little bit more then toeing the line.

And you get a far different reaction to him doing it then you do the other Bass brother.

You don't even really mind the implications of his words.

"You're staying back with me?" You ask, feeling hopeful at the idea.

"Yeah well, I cant in, uh, good conscience," He makes a bit of a show to you, of pressing his hand to his chest totally earnestly as those words 'good conscience' come out of his mouth. "leave you here unguarded in case Bart comes back, can I? Besides, the way you said 'All on my tab'- man, you could sell moonshine at an AA meeting with that voice."

"Ha," You laugh, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. "Well, thanks."

"Oh. Don't thank me. You're just using what uh, your mama gave you. I actually encourage you totally, to do that more often- "

"No!" You exclaim, sighing in exasperation; But there is still a smile on your face you cant seem to shake. "For not leaving, today. When you walked in. It would've sucked if you had, not that I would've blamed you at all."

"Hey, just call me your knight in shining armour." He doesn't look up from the menu, flicking through it. Then turns to you with one of those beach boy/politician, toothless grins of his. "Besides you were automatically, my favourite person in the apartment. I mean, anyone with... uhhh- different, appendages to what I have, instantly gets a one-way ticket access to my rare bouts of chivalry. Now come over here, pick out what you want off here."

You just gape at him and that comment, making him stifle a laugh and return to the menu himself.

Bass's.

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