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Happyhoganon: If Green Arrow never told Speedy about the Justice League satellite in the first place back, how could the VERY first episode of Young Justice play out?

Hey! 

So, I just rewatched the episode, to make sure I had the best overview of it, and honestly, Speedy would have probably pulled a similar stunt when they got the no go on the mission that came literally moments after his initial outburst. 

However, I also see the possibility of Speedy being the one to push the Cadmus mission much harder than the rest. This is assuming the plan forms BEFORE he has an outburst after getting said no go to the League mission. He could have taken the opportunity to further his agenda, and this would have changed just about everything. The subsequent fights in the episode would have quicker, but I also think he and Kaldur might have clashed, as they have different vibes, so more internal conflicts would ensue. It also kinda seems like he might have pushed for a more of a leader role within the YJ team, had he stayed, and again, it would have culminated in tension between him and Kaldur, as they’d have been the main decision makers, being the oldest two of the bunch.

So, all in all, I feel the end result of them finding Superboy would have happened, but I’m quite certain the dynamics would have been much more different and the play out would have been interesting!

(Side-note, this was asked 2x so I feel like one reply should be good enough?)

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1st ink, soulmate au thing

Kaldur x reader, hope you like this (:

Soulmates suck. That’s your take on it anyway. Yours had turned out to be a literal asshole, so surely you weren’t compatible. The mark says otherwise, with both of you having a matching ink stain on your wrist. It’s not big, obviously, what with the location and all. You both had 3 small lines running across your wrist, all three having a wave, representing the sea. That also made literally zero sense to you, as you hated the sea. It was big, dark, unknown and scary. You didn’t even get passed your knees when going to the beach, something could eat you, you assumed, and felt confident in stating. The douchebag was a surfer type of guy, except a jerk. Not the fun kind movies showed, it was tragic. So, you said fuck this, fuck that, fuck you, and left him hanging. You. Were. Not. Soulmates. You live close to the beach, which you love, ironically, in comparison to how much you hate the sea. But the view of the horizon was very romantic in theory and practice, and you liked the breeze on a hot summer’s day. After you said goodbye to the dick, you went for a walk on the beach. It was late on a summer’s eve, the sun not having set completely, but coming close to it. Fuming, you start to mutter to yourself about how this is all a scam, soulmates as irrelevant, never mind you parents and the whole lineage being soulmates. You’re going to find someone who loves you, and they do not need to be your soulmate. Was it going to be hard? Yes, everyone subscribes to the idea of a soulmate, but mama didn’t raise no quitter. Then you see him, rising from the sea, in a silhouette against the ever-setting sun. he just rose up, like a monster, only when he got closer to the shore, you saw he was very much not a monster, quite the opposite, an angel, really. The water sliding off of him so smoothly, you almost forget your fear of the water to walk to him, completely captivated by his aura. ‘What is this?’ you think, this isn’t normal, you’ve never felt like this before. Attracted to a stranger like he’s the sun and you’re a flower dying for the light. Like he’s the rain and you’re coming out of a drought. “What is this?” you whisper to yourself, still staring at him like there is no tomorrow. He’s getting closer now, there are only a few feet between the two of you, and you can see his dark skin glistening in the sunset. You can see his face now clearly, so handsome you would cry if it weren’t for this stupid, strange feeling in the pit of your gut. He raises a hand to wipe the water from his face, and notices you for the first time. He stops dead in his tracks and stares at you too, returning the gaze. “Hi,” he says and waves his left hand, and you notice something peculiar. He has the same markings as you, only the color is white, a stark contrast to his skin, and the opposite of your black lines, and the mark is seemingly somewhat larger than your own. “Do I know you?” he asks and steps up close to you, leaving about a foot between you, his gaze filled with questions, “I feel like I know you.” He continuous and then waits for a response. “Hi,” you breathe out softly, “Are you what I think you are?” You ask him, your eyes asking him if he feels what you feel, this overwhelming sense of connection. “Depends on what you think I am.” He replies and you just raise your left hand up for him to see, the sun still playing about to illuminate the soulmate mark you have on your wrist. “My soulmate.” You clarify, and you see the recognition light up his face. “Name’s Kaldur’ahm,” He says, “and I believe I am your soulmate.”

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Why Is Your Pillow Wearing My Shirt?

This is Dick x Reader, also prompt taken from number 67 in this prompt list : http://coffin-prompts.tumblr.com/post/169416699041/5-000-followers  (:

You’ve been dating Dick for about a year now, and he finally told you about his extracurricular activities two months ago when he had been gone for a week and came home thinking you’d be out wearing his suit, and you not being out seeing him in it. A small freak out ensued and after about half an hour, he had managed to calm you down and tell you the truth, which, in turn, caused another freak out. It was a very freaked out evening. Currently, he was out on a long ass mission, like, 3 weeks and counting. It was an undercover mission, somewhere stupid, since you obviously weren’t told where he’d be, and you missed him. Really badly. You miss the cuddling and the hugs and the kisses and the dumb jokes and all. So, naturally, you were starting to get a bit desperate for him and his being. How to fix it? Well, he did leave his stuff at home, and you did live with him in a small apartment. So, you did the most logical thing. You took his shirt, and sprayed once a cologne of his on it, making it smell like him, and sleeping with the shirt. After a few nights, you changed the shirt and resprayed it, but it wasn’t enough. So, you went to thinking, ‘how do I fix this?’. And then you had the brightest of ideas! You’d put the shirt on your pillow, and hold it! That way, you got the warmth and the softness, albeit softer than Dick actually is, but beggars can’t be choosers! Thus, you implemented it and hoo boy, did it work wonders! You felt less alone with the pillow clad in his shirt, and the cologne made it almost like he was there for real! It was such a win in your opinion, that you didn’t even think about what Dick would say once he came back, being replaced by a pillow and all. It was almost a month now, and it was time for bed. You change into your pajamas, brush your teeth, and settle into bed, snuggling up to the pillow. You’re almost asleep when the front door opens, and in calls Dick, “Babe, I’m back!”, excitement noticeable in his voice, turns out, he’s missed you just as much, if not more. “Dick!” You exclaim and shoot out of bed, running up to him for a long-awaited hug, “I’ve missed you.” You all but purr once you’ve got your hands around him. “I’ve missed you, too,” Dick softly murmurs back, before going a bit stiff, “What’s this smell?”. You hesitate just a moment before he continues, “Is this my cologne?” “Well, yeah,” You answer, “Better yours than someone else’s, right?” You smile and pull back, winking at him, “I had to do something to cope.” “So, you sprayed my cologne onto yourself?” He asks, doubt in his voice, and an eyebrow raised. “No, no. Don’t be silly, it’s from your shirt.” You let go and grab his hand instead, leading him to the bedroom. “Excuse me?” He laughs, following you obediently. “Your shirt, see?” You confirm, and point to your side of the bed, where the pillow lay still from earlier. “Y/N, darling,” Dick starts, “Why, precisely, is my shirt on your pillow?” “Because I missed you,” You state, like it was the most obvious thing ever, “Duh.” “I don’t get it.” He says, and hugs you from behind, staring at the pillow, almost glaring, really. “Well, we cuddle a lot, and I missed the warmth and the softness, so this was the best thing I had with you being gone, you dick.” You explain as you laugh and elbow him softly in the stomach, all in good fun. “You were gone for so long, I had to do something.” You add and turn in his arms to face him. “Please don’t leave again for so long.” You pout and snuggle up to him. “For you?” He asks, “Anything, also for the pillow, this can’t be good for it.” He jokingly adds, and kisses the top of your head.

[mysillylittlewritings]

My Butt Is Not  A Drum, Dude

This is Bart x Reader (: prompt taken from http://coffin-prompts.tumblr.com/post/169416699041/5-000-followers

“And so, you need to be more careful with your relationship.” Red Tornado concludes, as he scolds you and Bart. You’re not a superhero, so being in a relationship with one so blatant about his identity made you an ideal target. This was after the tenth time you had gotten kidnapped by some villain trying to one up the Team, by holding your life on the line. You, however, always kept immensely calm, baffling even Batman, as if you knew you’d never get too much harmed or even killed. As you put it, it defeats the purpose killing you, so you stayed calm. It had nothing to do with the fact you figured out pretty early on in life you have a healing factor. It’s pretty high, in comparison, but you had no other powers, and hadn’t had the opportunity to find some mentor to teach you to be a hero, and so you just kind of shrugged your shoulders and lived a carefree life, making many people, and mainly your parents, immensely stressed. But it came in handy now that you fell for a superhero who’s very active. “Maybe it’d be an idea to pretend to break up for peace sake?” Red Tornado continued and you made a face. “Nah man, I’m good,” you say nonchalantly, “I don’t mind the risk one bit.” You give a smile and wrap an arm around Bart’s waist, squeezing him slightly. “And it’s not like we won’t save her every time either.” Bart remarks, with a slight pout as he loops a finger into the belt loop on your jeans. He’s always moving, so it didn’t surprise you as he started drumming his fingers against your butt, not that you mind, much. “And what happens when you’re on another mission? Or just unable to find her in time?” This time it was Batman who interjected and walked up to you three, crossing his arms once he was in front of you. You sigh, thinking it’s probably time to let them in on your little secret, “Actually, that won’t be an issue.” You sigh and rest your head on Bart’s shoulder, “I have a healing factor.” You state as cool as a cucumber and give a small smile at the obvious surprise on Batman’s face, and the shocked sound Red Tornado made. This however did speed up Bart’s hand, meaning he was either excited or anxious. “I found out about it as a child, never did anything with it though, seemed like a bit of a hassle. So, no need for worry, I’ll last however long I need to.” You finish and feel your annoyance starting to simmer, Bart’s hand really did not stop. The three of them stand around for a few moments, seemingly dumbstruck with this information, so you decide to add to your statement, “I am, however, down for some basic training if that eases any minds?” You ask, and feel Bart’s hand slow down a tiny bit. “That sounds agreeable,” Red Tornado says, “Wouldn’t you say, Batman?” “Yes, very so indeed.” Batman replies, “Training starts tomorrow, be at the base at 8 am.” He says and walks away. “Great, that settles things,” Red Tornado says, “I’ll leave you to it.” He then leaves you two staring after them. “Y/N! Why didn’t you tell me?” Bart exclaims, the drumming getting faster again. “Well, it never came up.” You shrug and turn to face him, while still holding onto him. “Also, babe, my butt’s not a drum, dude. Could ya not?” He turns red at your words, and stops immediately, removing his hand completely, “Point taken.” He says, and takes you hand, dragging you to the living room to tell the rest of the Team the news.

[mysillylittlewritings]

Bundling Up

No ship in this one (:

There are not many things you dislike about living in the Cave with the rest of your teammates. Sure, there was the occasional fight that you had to break up, but other than that? Nothing at all… Except for the coldness that was perpetually there. Something to do with it being in a mountain or something. Therefore, you’re always freezing, and you’re getting sick of it, and sick because of it. Now, you’re sitting in the living room, on the big couch, watching T.V. being bored out of your mind due to being too sick to go out on a mission with the Team. Netflix only does so much, but on the plus side, you’re warm, like very warm, because you’re wearing thick sweater and about 4 blankets. It’s great. What’s not great is the Team coming back. They bring coldness with them, as they walk through the Z-tube, and make their way to you.

“Hey Y/N, how’s is hanging?” Wally asks as he sits down by your legs.

“It’s hanging,” You reply, “Still sick, still cold.” You say and shrug.

“Really? You look warm, all bundled up like that.” M’gann remarks, and sits on the other side of you, “Care to share the blankets?” She continuous.

“No. You assholes brought the cold with you. So no, I am not sharing anything.” You pout at that point, and snuggle closer under the blankets, hopin they got the hint and left you alone to your misery, after all, it would be so sucky if they all got sick as well.

“Well, that stinks, because you don’t get a say.” Robin says as he jumps on top of you, and starts burrowing into the blankets, “You’re sharing the warmth, Y/N.”

You immediately begin to scream for him to stop, he’s letting the cold in, but alas, the rest of the Team are in on this, and all being to grab blankets here and there, forcing you to sit up and cuddle with them in a big pile. It’s quite cold for the first few minutes, but after about 5 minutes you start to feel warmth seep into your being and bones. Apparently, their collective body heat does the trick better than you on your own.

“I’m not sorry if you guys get sick because of this.” You state and huff as Wally accidentally pokes your side. “Also, not bringing you soup or no nothing.”

“It’s cool, Y/N. We won’t get sick.” Artemis says and you all snuggle for the next hour or so.

A week later though, and they all regret this just a tiny bit, as they all got sick, with you being the lovely mother hen you were and bringing them soups.

[mysillylittlewritings]

Conflicting Holiday Spirits

This is reader x Wally

You hate Christmas, and have hated it for a few years now. The spark just wasn’t there anymore, and you had no idea how to fix it. It used to be your favorite time of year, but years come and go, and so now, at 25, it was literally the worst time of year. It was cold and dark and stressful. At every gathering with the family, you got the dreadful questions about life, as it that’s all that’s expected of you. Get a boyfriend. Get married. Have twenty thousand kids. Never mind the awesome job you had, managing the public image of an up and coming movie star, which paid well, and got you many perks. You’re well on your way to be well accomplished, and all they cared about was if you’re sucking on someone’s face. But the joke is on them this year! You had managed to find a super cute guy who just happened to like you, and you liked him, and even had managed to convince him to come with you to some holiday functions with you to manage the relatives. Best thing about him? His brain. It was simultaneously filled with brilliant ideas, and incredible jokes. You were sure he’d win everyone over, and it excited you. Never before had you had someone to ward off these questions, and now you did. There was only one small problem, he loved Christmas. As in, best time of year, cannot wait for Santa, am dying for the dinner, and the parties and all. It didn’t even stress him out! How does that even work out? This was the only thing you didn’t understand about your boyfriend, but whatever, it was a minor thing. No way in hell were you breaking up with him for something as trivial as loving Christmas, if anything, it gave you hope that maybe one day you’d stop being such a, and you quote your mom on this, ‘Grinch’.

So here you are. Standing hand in hand with him, outside of your parents’ house, taking a final breath to steady your nerves before you enter the chaos which was your parents’ family holiday get together.

“You sure you wanna do this?” You ask him, hand hovering over the door bell, ready to just bolt and leave this mess and go get a pizza or something.

“Babe, I’m all in.” Wally says, as cool as a cucumber, “It’s only your family, I love you, I’m bound to love them too.”

“Ugh, I mean sure, but like, this is a lot. This is the first time you meet them, this was a bad idea, let’s just go and get a pizza or something and I’ll ju-” You ramble on and would have gone further had he not shut you up by kissing you on the lips quickly and pressing the doorbell. “I hate you.” You mumble just before the door opens, revealing your mom.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!” She says merrily, and hugs you. “And who’s this handsome fellow?” She asks as she shakes Wally’s hand.

“Mom, this is Wally, my boyfriend.”

[mysillylittlewritings]

Drinking Excessively

This is just fun, was fun to writeee :p My consultant says so anywayzz, enjoyy ^^ P.s. sorry it’s late, planning went askew ;/

So, another year, another end of year party. By now, you’d think you’d be used to the shenanigans these people get up to, but no, you do not. The League had a party for New Year’s Eve, and being the residential mom friend it fell on you to watch the rest of your team. Most were fairly old, but obviously not old enough to drink, but that didn’t stop them from stealing a few drinks from the eggnog, which someone, *cough* Dick *cough*, spiked. The joke was, everyone was drinking it, and since it had that extra umph, it went away quickly.  Turns out, when you don’t drink much, it takes very little to get you places, and now, the Team were all very drunk. It was hilarious, to be fair. Their motor skills were gone, and the speech slurred, and inhibitions were nowhere to be found. It was bad laughing at them, but everyone else was. Their mentors not caring one bit, as it was all just the League and the Team, so no one was to come to any harm. In a worst-case scenario, the adults would handle whatever threat that appeared, since they were decidedly not nearly as drunk. It was also hilarious to see how the personality of the people in the group changed. Turns out Wally’s a cryer, Kaldur cannot stop making dumb jokes, Dick has suddenly better moves than when sober, and Conner is surprisingly mellow. Artemis and M’gann both got what’s called “white girl wasted”, and proceeded to compliment everyone on everything, the kind where you’d pay to have around you on a bad day. With your responsible nature, you were decidedly less so drunk, and you figured it’d be a great idea to interact with them while they were in this state, blackmail material, you know?

You walked past Artemis and M’gann, who stopped you to give you a couple of complinments. “Oh, Y/N!” M’gann called, “You’re such a babe, I love you. You’re so smart and funny and caring!” Artemis picked up, “And such a good fighter. I mean, you just kick ass and take names girl.” That last word drawn out. M’gann resumed, “And your hair is just so pretty, and your eyes are like, very pretty.” And Artemis concluded with an “And your skin, hoo buy, it’s so smooth.” She finishes as she touches your face. Ok, enough now. “Aww, you guys, thank you so much, I love you guys so, so, so much!” You reply with a quick hug as you walk away, leaving those two to find their next victim.

You walk passed Conner, who’s sitting on the couch with some of the older heroes, and watch quietly for a moment as he just sits there, in the presence of Clark and no fight insight. Next you walk past Kaldur and a group consisting of Batman, Hal, and Hawkgirl. Hal was outright dying at one of the jokes Kaldur had just finished delivering, with Hawkgirl sniggering and Batman actually cracking a smile. ‘Good on you, Kaldur, making awesome impressions on the older guys.’ You think to yourself and keep going. You spot Dick in a group of female superheroes, with Diana and Dinah in the forefront, all laughing at Dick’s supposedly suave ways. You giggle and take notes of this, he’s what, like 14, hitting on some of the heaviest hitters the League has? ‘Amazing.’ You saw Wally sitting in a corner alone after you passed by Dick, ‘That’s odd, Wally’s usually the life of the party?’ You think and decide to go to him. “Hey Wally, what’s up?” You ask him as you sit down next to him. Technical mistake. You’re now stuck to him, as he latches onto you, bawling. “Y/N! do you know how much life I’ve taken?” He whines, rendering you shocked, he doesn’t kill, what did he mean? “Wally, buddy, what do you mean?” You ask him, dumbfounded.

“The grass Y/N! If Poison Ivy can control it, then it must have life. I trample on so many blades of grass.” He cries harder now, while you breathe lighter, for a smart kid, Wally sure was an idiot at times.

“Buddy, pal, Wally. That’s not how it works, sweetie.” You murmur to him, rubbing circles around his back. “The grass has no feelings, you’re not a mass murderer.”

“But Y/N! I stomp in it, and on so many little grasses, I’ve ruined families.” He’s not letting up, at all. ‘Shit.’ “Look, Wally…” You drop it, how do you convince a drunk Wally grass doesn’t actually have feelings. “Look, let me ask you this Wally, do leaves have feelings?” You ask him, hoping this put it into perspective.

“No,” Wally sniffles, “No, they don’t.”

“And what’s the difference between grass and leaves?” You ask him, “Nothing, is there?”

“No, I suppose not.” He replies, rubbing the heel of his hand to his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“And to the leaves feel pain when they fall from the trees in fall?” You continue.

“No, I suppose not.” He says hesitantly, with a small frown.

“Then the conclusion is,” You say triumphantly, “Grass does not feel pain, making you a non-murderer!”

“You’re right,” Wally says, picking up steam, “Then I am not a murderer!” He’s standing up and gives you a hand up. “Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best.” He says as he hugs you tightly, and runs of around the room, hollering about how he’s most decidedly not a murderer. You smile, and walk up to Batman, who at this point had split of from Kaldur and company to survey the room.

“So, Batman, tell me, there are security cameras around this place, right?” You ask him, he nods yes, “And they have audio, right?” He nods again, “So, I have all the proof this whole thing happened in the morning?” This time, he responds, “Yes, Y/N. You do.”

“Perfect, thank you.” You say, and walk towards the party, time to live this thing up, and hope the Team will make even more fools of themselves. Best party ever!

[mysillylittlewritings]

Holding Hands

This is reader x Dick (:

“I need you to hold my hand.” You state matter of factly, and hold out your hand to him. “It’s slippery out, and my shoes are most definitely not made for these circumstances.” You two were out on patrol in Anchorage, Alaska with the rest of the team. There were rumours of Mr. Freeze planning something big and hanging out in unusual places. So, naturally, the Team was called in to survey the city and see if they found any clues. “No, Y/N, time and place, this is neither.” Nightwing said to you, only a tiny bit miffed he couldn’t actually hold your hand. “We’re on a mission.” He continued and gave a small frown. “Sure, but like, picture this, we find the guy, all ready to fight, except I can’t, because I broke my ass ‘cause I fell down due to bad shoe choice.” You say, pointing to your shoes. The thing is, you wear flat bottom shoes, but they have no grip on ice. They work wonders on most surfaces, and are made to make no sound and move completely with you, making it sometimes feel like you’re not even wearing anything on your feet. Unlike most of the Team, you didn’t have a separate outfit for the colder climate, not having needed one and not foreseeing something like this. Your powers are sun inspired, and thus work better in warmer climate and, you know, sunnier places. Alaska is neither. It had even surprised you when they said you’d be joining on this mission, not to say your useless, you fight pretty great hand to hand, but prefer a wider range via what you called Solar Flares, shooting white hot beams out of your hands. “Take pity on me, just for the next 100 meters or so, it’s extra slippery here.” You whine and grab his hand, holding on tightly.  “Ugh, fine, but don’t tell on me.” Nightwing replies and holds firmly back, making sure you both get past that slippery patch of pavement whole. You only attempted to bring him down five times, so there’s that. “Thank you, man.” You say grateful after you got passed the ice and were about to enter a warehouse, thought to be one of Mr. Freeze’s places. “I’ve got it from here.” You smile and slip up close to the wall, effectively merging with the shadows and going into spy mode. “See you on the other side.” “See ya.” Nightwing replies and does the same, going in the other direction. It takes about 30 minutes to canvas the whole warehouse, and you see it is indeed one of Mr. Freeze’s warehouses, but nothing is going on there. It’s just an empty place, with a couple of boxes for shipping, all of which are empty.  “Well, I guess we should get going.” You state sourly, pissed off you didn’t get a fight to warm up, it was starting to be excessively cold. “Better luck next time, I guess.” “Yeah, let’s go.” Nightwing agrees and as you get out, he takes your hand. “What are you doing?” You ask him incredulously. “What? You said it yourself, you’d be useless if you fell.” He winks at you and drags you along. “Come on, let’s get to the next building.” “You know what,” You say, “Don’t make a habit of this, I might just get used to it.” You wink back, feeling warmth start to spread over, you like Dick, most people do, but you liked him liked him.  “A habit I wouldn’t mind starting.” He replies, and you can tell this will be the start of something else, alright.

[mysillylittlewritings]

Wearing Ugly Sweaters

“Back of West, this one’s mine.” You say as you push Wally, your boyfriend away from the horrendous Christmas sweater both of you were standing in front of. It was like Santa himself had puked on it, with literally every trinket associated with Christmas plastered on there, from reindeer to eggnog, with functioning lights to light up this gloriously ugly sweater.

“No way, Y/L/N, no can do, this will finally grant me victory!” Wally replied, really wanting to win the annual ugly Christmas sweater competition the Allen family had every year. “I can’t have Barry win one more time, he’s a sore winner.” He continuous with a pout.

“Lucky for you I’ll be winning this year then instead of Barry.” You smirk as you rummage through the rack searching for your size, feeling already victorious when you see that there is only one left in your size, and grab it. You spin around and kiss Wally on the cheek, “Come on babe, let’s find you a second-place sweater.”

You lead the way looking around the store, hoping to find a nice sweater for your boyfriend to get, you’ve done this for the past two years now, as there are no repeats policy. You were bordering on giving up hope, when you see the second most tacky sweater you had ever seen, it was like a holiday rainbow had thrown up on it, and of course, there were lights to match. You two had split ways, trying to cover more ground, so you quickly look to see if the sweater is available in his size, which it is, booyah! So, you grab it and look around you too see if you see him around. You do, so you shout out to him, “Wally! Over here!” you wave to him with your hand as you call him over, “I think I’ve found the one!” You’re nothing but smiles as he walks over with a sceptical face, he’d been losing hope, but the closer he got, and the better he saw the thing in your hands, the more excited he got.

“Omg, Y/N! This is perfect!” He states excitedly, and hugs you tight, “This could actually beat out your stupid sweater!”

“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you scoff, “Come on babe, let’s go pay for these ugly things and buy a hot chocolate before we head out to Barry’s place.” You continue and place your arms around his neck to give him a quick kiss.

Needless to say, the pair of you won the first and second place that year.

[mysillylittlewritings]

Wrapping Presents

My friend made fun of this, apparently she sees me in this writing, oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“M’gann! No. That’s... No. Stop! This isn’t, ugh, fair.”  You groan. Every year, you swear it’ll be different, and every year you get proven wrong. You suppose there are just some things you can’t do. One of them being out wrapping M’gann. You weren’t the best, but you certainly maintained you weren’t the worst either. However, out of the few of you sitting in a circle on the ground, wrapping presents it seemed as if you were a five-year-old with their fingers glued together. Kaldur, Robin and Artemis were there too, and of course, their ability to wrap gifts exceeds your own. “M’gann, you cannot use your powers for this. It’s cheating.”

“No, it’s not, why should it be?” M’gann asked you, as you were hoping she’d use her hands and turn out to be as bad as you.

“Cause,” You reply with a pout, “I say so?”

“Nah, I say it’s fair game,” Robin chirps in, “Not her fault you stink at this.”

“You know, it’s gonna get unwrapped super quickly anyway, so there is no true point in having it super neat.” You say as you tie a bow onto your wrapped, boxy gift. It was for Wally, so you knew it was the content that mattered more than the actual presentation of it. “There, all done now!” Even if it’s fairly badly done, you were proud of it, it had character.

“Wow, Y/N, you’ve really outdone yourself on this one.” Artemis remarks, and giggles as you glare at her.

“Excuse you, but this is very nicely done, thank you kindly,” You say and proceed to stick your tongue out and make a rude hand gesture. “He won’t mind.”

“Of course not, Y/N. Wally will be more than thrilled you took the time to get him something,” Kaldur chimed in, ever the voice of reason.

“Thanks!” You beam at Kaldur, you can always rely on him being in your corner.

Honestly, you got them all something, but since you had to do this on the down low, then you couldn’t ask your sister to wrap them for you, she had the magic touch, while you did not. Regardless it doesn’t stop you from doing your best, and god damn it if it wasn’t good enough, in a worst case, you just don’t let them have the gift, that’s fine.

At the end of the day, they didn’t quite mind the bad wrapping, as the gifts had all been spot on and they were indeed unwrapped super-fast, so few noticed the extra tape here and there, or the misalignment in the paper.

[mysillylittlewritings]

Party/Celebration

Reader x Kaldur’ahm (:

You know how to dance, thanks to your parents signing you up for classes as a child. You knew a few ballroom dances, and did a mean freestyle at the club, so why was this getting so hard to do? The League was having an annual Christmas party, and it was slowing down a bit. People were in pairs or groups of three chatting, and the dance floor was getting close to empty. There were only two pairs still dancing. Clark and Lois, and you and Kaldur. IT had started off innocent enough. Everyone was dancing and you found yourself alone, when Kaldur came and asked you for a dance. One dance became two, which became three, and now you had been dancing away for most of the night, barely taking a break to even mingle. The music was soft and at this point you were just swaying, and because of the inactivity, you started to overanalyse things. You had had a crush on Kaldur for quite some time, and you figured this was mutual, but then, he’s a gentleman and wouldn’t just stop a dance he had initiated. So now you’re pressed up close against him, and starting to feel self-conscious about it. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Kaldur asks you softly, just over the music, not loud enough for others to hear. “I can feel you tensing up.” “Oh, yes, sure, sorry,” You reply quickly, and just as softly follow up with an excuse, “I’m just getting a bit worn out, that’s all.” You smile to him as you two lean out from one another just a tiny bit, just to ad tot the reassurance. “Oh, that is right. It is getting late, I’m sorry, I did not realise…” He draws off, and shifts a bit, an awkward feeling making itself present between you two. “Oh, no, no. Don’t be. It’s been a lot of fun,” You smile again, “Dancing with you, that is.” You hope your makeup is still solid enough to hide the blush you feel creeping up. “I quite enjoyed this, Y/N. Maybe we could do this again?” Kaldur asks you hesitantly, and you almost loose it. “Yeah, sure, that’d be fun.” You almost mumble this too softly, but he hears it just fine. “Great, it’s a date then” He says as he lets go of you, “I see it’s time to go home now, we will talk later.” He does a quick bow to you, turns and leaves you dumbstruck behind, ‘did that just happen?’ You barely contain yourself as you get to the zeta tube to head on home. The walk isn't long, but it felt way too long considering you’re about to burst with excitement due to the date you now could schedule with your teammate.

[mysillylittlewritings]

Take the long way around

Dick Grayson x Reader.  Prompt taken from this place Songs mentioned: Little Mix - Power Janet Devlin - Friday I’m In Love Hope you like it.

“HOLD UP, NO YOU DIDN’T BOW BOW!” You sing along to Little Mix as you and Dick, your boyfriend, as driving home from a dinner party at the mansion, “I AIN’T THE CHICK TO WALK BEHIND YOU AROUND TOWN!” You’re the one driving. You like it. The power of the car underneath you. You have full trust in your ability. You had put a lot of effort into getting your license. Granted, the written exam was fairly tough, so you were pretty close to failing. But in your defence, those questions are made to fail you! However, your practical exam had been another story. The instructor even told you he had never been an examiner during a driving test that was this perfect. So with that in mind, you really felt good driving. And Dick knew it. He liked driving himself, but there was just something about you driving that made him almost irrationally happy. But he wouldn’t say that out loud, at least not when someone could hear it. But the best part was when you drove, and sang. Now, you are not the best singer in the world, but he could have sworn you sounded like an angel. That might be a bit biased, but, again, not something he’ll say out loud. “BUT I’LL MAKE IT, I’LL MAKE IT, I’LL MAKE IT SHOWER!” You keep singing, not noticing Dick is just watching you as you do a little dance in your seat, all while keeping alert to your surroundings. Driving really had become a second nature to you, so he never worried one bit. You hit a red light, and as the chorus starts up, you turn your head over to him, and give him a small smile. “Join me?” You ask, and you don’t need to do it again. The two of you sing together, and as the lights turn green again, the second verse starts. That’s your favourite part of the song, so your voice level goes up just a tiny bit, not that that’s really possible at this point though. “HOLD UP! My turn!” You’re only a short way from home, and as you keep singing, Dick pipes up, “Hey, (Y/N).” You look over to him really quick to show him your listening. “Could you, maybe, take the long way home?” You smile, and turn to left instead of right. You really liked hanging out with Dick, even if it was just driving around the city, and singing together. This was fairly rare, with his work, and extra curriculum work, and your own juggle of school and work. And so, when the second intersection came up, leading home or not, you choose not. The songs begun and ended one after another, and you two are only alerted to maybe head home after an hour had passed, your phone made a noise saying the battery was low, the gas had gotten low, and Batman was calling, checking why Nightwing was unresponsive. So after a quick conversation with his boss, Dick and you share a laugh, and head home. “We need to stop for gas before we go home though.” You point out, and pull into the closest gas station. “You mind?” You bat your eyes and smile at him, hoping he takes one for the team and goes out to pump the gas. What? It’s gotten colder, and the car was warm. “Alright.” He says and gives you a small kiss, and heads out of the car to do as you hoped. It doesn’t take him long to top up the car, and come back inside. Even if he’s quick about it, Batman called again, and he didn’t sound happy. You’d picked up the phone this time, and the conversation scared you. The Joker was loose again, and Batman really needed Nightwing. So, you sent Dick off. He always had a suit in the car, so there was nothing to stop him. Just before he runs off, you two kiss. “Thank you for the evening.” You whisper after the kiss, touching foreheads together, “And be safe.” You give him another small kiss, and he’s off. You then start the car, and drive off home. You switch the song to something to soothe, as stress engulfed you. You tend to stress, knowing he’ll be ok. He’s great, a super pro. So, as a cover of Friday I’m in Love starts up, you take a deep breath and take the shortest route home, knowing that in an hour or two, he’ll be up in bed with you, snuggling as close as possible.

[mysillylittlewritings]

Snowball fight

The team + reader having some fun in the snow plus trying a different format, is this preferable? Let me know if it’s too spacey (:

It was snowing, and it had been snowing for two whole days. Initially, the team and the league had thought it was one of the villains playing around with a weather machine. But alas, it was just the weather being naturally cold enough for snow. You all had just gotten to that conclusion, and since the snow was perfect for it, you petitioned the team to go outside with you and play in the snow. It was silly really, how giddy you felt in the snow. There’s just something about the snow that turns you into a five-year-old. And so, you all dress in warm clothing, and get going. M’gann is almost as excited as you, citing it amazing water can fall in this form down from the sky. So the pair of you just run around and start making snowmen within a minute of getting outside. The rest just kind of stand back for a moment and laugh at the energy levels you’re showing. It doesn’t take you and M’gann long before you finish two snowmen, and are about to start the third when you notice the rest is still just standing about and not really looking like they are enjoying themselves. So you pull on M’gann’s sleeve, and whisper in her ear.

“Hey, I have an idea to involve them.” The whisper is as low as you can get it without stop making a sound, and as low as you can get it with all the excitement in your voice. You just hope Conner didn’t hear it.

M’gann looks at you curiously, and instead of whispering, opens up a mind link between the pair of you. ‘What are you thinking, (Y/N)?’ You look her in the eyes, and a mischievous grin starts spreading on your lips as you think back to her, ‘Snowball fight! It’s easy, we just pretend for a while to be making a bunch of smaller snowmen, and then you use your telekinesis to throw them all at the same time at the guys! It’ll be great!’ You’re almost bouncing as you think about it, and she immediately agrees. So you start making tonnes of “little snowmen”.

Conner is the first to notice something’s up, and walks on over. The others are busy talking amongst themselves to notice anything at all.

“Hey, what are you two doing?” Conner asks you two with suspicion evident. He’s naturally untrusting of you two, especially since you two had gotten significantly more quiet since the idea was born and approved.  

“Oh, it’s nothing! We’re just making a small snowman family!” You say with a large grin. He doesn’t buy that for a second.

“Common, I know you two better than that. I want in on whatever it is you’re planning.” He states and lowers his voice, “Please, they’ve been talking about school and it has gotten tired.”

You and M’gann share a look and a quick conversation via the mind link M’gann never bothered to dissipate. ‘Should we?’ M’gann asks and smiles at Conner. ‘I think it can’t hurt. Besides, we need someone on our team when the war breaks out. I’d like to recruit Wally too! I think his speed could come in handy in the manufacturing ammo as the war goes on.’ Your reply comes swiftly and surely, and your strategy seemed sound to M’gann. And so, she linked Conner up with you two. You quickly explain the plan to him, and he agrees to it in a heartbeat. This should be fun.

Kaldur, Robin, Artemis, Zatanna and Wally still haven’t noticed the absence of Conner, or the absence of sound from you, and you take it to your advantage. ‘M’gann, can you link Wally up, and keep his expression neutral as we try and recruit him?’ You ask her through the link, and she complies right away.

‘Aye, aye captain!’ Her eyes glow a bit, and you see Wally stiffen ever so slightly, and hope the others don’t notice it, or just write it off as a chill.

‘Wally, do you hear me, please answer in a thought!’ You make the first contact, and he answers right away.

‘Yeah, I do, what’s this about?’ The confusion is clear in his mind, but thankfully doesn’t show up on his face.

‘O.K. so! We’re planning an all-out war! And we want you on our side!’ You exclaim, and the excitement is felt by all through the link.

‘Wait, what? War?’ Your statement didn’t seem to help with his confusion, and if anything, it made it worse.

‘Yeah! A snowball war! We’ve been preparing it, and we think you’d be a lot of help maintaining that advantage.’ M’gann interjects and with that, Wally is sold.

‘On three, you run to us, so you don’t get hit by the snowballs, O.K.?’ You ask Wally, who agrees, and the countdown began.

‘One.’ M’gann thinks.

‘Two.’ Conner continues.

‘THREE!’ You all but shout in the link and Wally dashes back to you, as M’gann flings 20 snowballs at the rest of the team. They all manage to turn towards where Wally ran, and thus get pummelled in the face. They all stand for a moment stiff, registering what just happened, and your team laughs hard.

“You all should see your faces!” Wally shouts over to them. You had made sure to have a good space between you, so shouting was a necessity.

“Oh no, you didn’t!” Artemis shouts right back, and has already started forming snowballs. Zatanna and Robin weren’t far behind. Only Kaldur took a moment to assess the situation, and take a moment to see what the rest were doing with their hands.

“What are we doing, precisely?” Kaldur asked with a slight confusion in his features. He’s not used to this sort of behaviour, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t attempt to follow suit.

“We’re having a war, and we are going to win even if they cheat with telekinesis and super speed!” Artemis growls, and takes aim at M’gann, hoping to knock her down for a second to stop the rain coming down in the form of snowballs.

“Right. How can I help?” Kaldur looks between the other three, trying to figure it all out.

“Have you never made snowballs?” Zatanna asks, bewildered.

“No, I have not.” Kaldur deadpans, and frowns, “But it seems easy enough. Just press the snow together into a ball?” He tries to clarify.

“That’s all there is to it, Kal. Then aim for their faces, so don’t press too hard, or Batman will have our heads!” Robin saysjust as he prepares to disappear. “Just do your worst.” Robin grins and runs away.

“No Rob! We need a strategy!” Artemis yells after him, but already too late. “Aaah, damn it! Z, can you make a shield or something? We need to regroup!”

“Yes, should be doable. Dliub a trof wons!” Zatanna recites and a snow fort rises. It’s nothing grand, but it’ll work while they come up with a plan. As they strategize, you and your team work out how to get rid of Robin.

‘Do you think we can bribe him?’ You ask shamelessly, hoping for a yes, because the more, the merrier. Also, it increased the odds of you winning, which is always a positive thing.

‘Maybe, depends on the bribe.’ Wally says and strokes his chin as he thinks it.

‘Isn’t that… Unfair? I mean, we already got Wally and M’gann on our side, what does Robin offer?’ Conner asks, not seeing the value in having Robin, who can be virtually unseen in any terrain, including snow, on your side.

‘Yeah, but they have Artemis, and she never misses, and Zatanna can cast spells for daays!’ You interject, and move your hands in accordance.

‘I say we just rush them now, while they’re unprepared. I mean, they’re thinking of doing the same anyway.’ Conner pipes in, having used his hearing for intel.

‘Wait, can we call for Wolf?’ Wally asks just as the shift towards attack mode was made.

‘Why do you want him with us?’ Conner asks.

‘He can take down the fortress while we come in from the sides.’ Wally explains, gaining sounds of approval from everyone.

‘O.K. call him M’gann!’ You say, and you all wait for only a minute before Wolf comes running from the woods, having gone out a bit sooner than you to explore the new, white surroundings. You fill him in and get ready to rumble.

‘Alright, Wally and Conner, take left. Me and M’gann take the right. Wolf, go straight! We clear?’ You ask, and they all nod. “O.K. on my count! One, two… THREE! CHARGE!” You shout and lead the way. The others are surprised by your yell, and peek around the fortress. Much to their surprise, they see you all running at them, and within a moment, everyone’s throwing snowballs like crazy, and the fort is down. Even Robin comes out of hiding and joins in. This went on for about an hour. After which, you all were exhausted, and couldn’t wait to get back into the warmth of the cave. Who won? No one really. Everyone was cold and wet, and smiling from ear to ear. So you all decided that it was a draw, if only to prevent any further fights centring on who won.

“So, I think today was a success?” You ask with a smile over the group as you all sipped on your hot beverages in the living room.

A definitive yes could be heard in various forms, as the team confirmed what you’d been thinking.

‘Today was the best day we’ve had as a team!’

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Mistletoe kisses

Dick Grayson/Robin x reader.

‘This guy is in a league of his own.’ You thought to yourself as you notice mistletoes hanging at intervals all over the cave. There’s really only one person who would even think of this, and then actually execute the idea. Robin. ‘What even is the end game? Does he seriously think everyone’s going to partake in this?’ You muse to yourself and head to the kitchen, taking notice of at least 10 mistletoes on the short walk. M’gann is in the kitchen when you arrive. She’s making some cookies, and the smell is amazing. “Hey M, how’s it going?” You greet her, “Something smells wonderful, whatcha making?” You ask as you take a seat at the counter, placing you elbows on it and your head in your hands. It’s been a long day. School finally let out for the holidays, and in true school fashion, there had been a slew of exams to mark the end of year. “Hey (Y/N)! They’re chocolate chip cookies. With a bit of extra chocolate.” M’gann says as she smiles and tends to the oven that started beeping as you came in. “Want to try them?” “Yes please! It’s rare Wally’s not here to eat them all up in an instance.” You state excitedly and grab one of the oven plate. It’s still way too hot to eat, but you figured better safe than sorry, and have one already in your possession in case Wally shows up. “On a side note, what’s up with all the mistletoe?” You’re kind of confused by it, not seeing the point. “Well, I’m not a hundred percent certain. Robin does that every year or so, usually to trick people into kissing. His favourite is when some of the mentors come around and partake. The rest of us have just started to ignore it.” M’gann smiles as she explains this to you. You joined the team in March of this year, and so hadn’t spent the holidays with the team before. “Ah, so I don’t have to kiss anyone?” You confirm as you take a bite of out of the now cooled cookie. “Nope! At least you don’t have to instigate anything!” M’gann says and takes a bit of her own from a cookie, “How do you like them?” “Mmm, yeah” Your voice is a bit muffled by the cookie in your mouth. You swallow and continue, “You’re the best at making cookies, they’re really good!” You reach for another one. “This is odd though, right?” You question M’gann. “What do you mean, (Y/N)?” M’gann hasn’t caught on to your line of though, so you clarify. “Wally’s not here to eat all the cookies, that’s odd, no?” Although you hadn’t been there for too long, you’d been there for long enough to notice a trend. Wally, and subsequently the rest of the team, were never far away when M’gann made cookies. And this shouldn’t have been any different. Maybe it was all the mistletoes? “Oh! Now that you mention it.” M’gann says as she makes a thinking face, “They all should be here by now, the scent has surely wafted all over the cave.” She frowns and grabs another cookie while thinking. You could have sworn she had turned on the telepathic link to check the situation, but after a second her face relaxed and a smile reappeared on her face. “It’s nothing to worry about. They’re on their way here as we speak.” “Well then, time to hoard the cookies and disappear.” You say as you put the hood of your sweater on, cookies in your pocket and wiggle your fingers as you make a boo face. “Just in case there is kissing.” You make a different face with that statement, one which says you just had something sour and wink to M’gann as you try to leave before a war breaks out with the cookies in the centre. M’gann just laughs and shakes her head. You hadn’t gotten too far, when no other than Robin almost runs you over. “Sorry, (Y/N)! I’m racing Wally and Artemis is holding him back. I need all the advantage I can get, racing him!” He smiles and steadies you. “It’s cool, at least you technically won, ‘ey?” You ask as a blur zips past you with a shouting Artemis running after it. Apparently, Wally had taken the opportunity to kiss Artemis since there was a mistletoe hanging over them, and he’d figured it’d be the easiest way to break free from her grasp. “Hey! Don’t eat all of them!” Artemis’ voice rings out, prompting Robin to sigh. “I guess I missed all the cookies.” He dejectedly states. “Well, not quite.” You say with a smile, and withdraw two cookies from your pocket. “I was gonna go eat them in my room in peace, but since I took a few, I think I can spare a few for you.” You wink at him and turn to leave after handing the cookies over. But just before you manage to go, Robin grabs your hand and turns you around to face him. Much to your shock, you find his lips on yours. As you pull away, he says: “Sorry, couldn’t let you go without a kiss. Us being under a mistletoe and you being adorable and all.” His lips curl into a smirk, and a chuckle escapes his lips after a moment, having seen the shock on your face. “I’m fairly certain it wasn’t this bad.” He jokingly says as the shock stays on your face for a good while. You shake your head ever so slightly and return his gaze. “Eh, sorry. Didn’t expect that.” You shyly say, as you look down and scratch the back of your head. Getting over your initial shock you look back up after a second and smile. “Well, now that you have your cookies and a kiss, I think I’m going to head out. See ya!” Your second attempt at bolting away is in vain again, because he stops you again. You turn around again with a confused smile, “Everything ok?” “Yeah... Yeah! It’s just that, eh, I kinda need to talk to you.” You saw a blush beginning on Robin’s cheeks as he said that. “O…K, in private or?” You ask him, and start blushing yourself when he nods. “Alright, lead the way.” You give him a small smile, and let him take you hand and lead you away to find more privacy. Once you’ve reached a satisfactory distance, he turns abruptly around and faces you. His face only having gotten redder than before. “(Y/N). I, I have something I need to tell you…” He trailed off, looking towards the ground, seemingly to gather up courage. It surprised you a bit, having usually only seen his bold side. “Is it something bad?” You ask with innocence and try and get him to look up at you, “You’re not quitting and telling me the last, are you?” You grow more concerned, not used to this vibe at all from him. “NO! No, no! Nothing like that. It’s just, I’ve been working on gathering the courage to tell you this, and I figured with all the mistletoes it would be easy. It’s an ice breaker you see? First I get you under a mistletoe and kiss you and then I tell you how much I like you and then you laugh and I laugh and it’ll be happily ever after and…” Robin rambles on and on and everything finally clicks for you. He had been acting a bit off for the past few months, but since you met him so recently you just figured it was just how he was. Turns out, he’d just been crushing on you, and you didn’t realise. ‘Great thing you’re not a detective, this would have been embarrassing!’ You think to yourself and notice at the corner of your eye another mistletoe. Robin hadn’t seen it, or ignored it, but you decided to put him out of his misery. You’d developed a crush on him too, and figured you could do as he did before. So without much further consideration, you grab his face with your hands, effectively shutting him up. You stare at him, with a determined look in your eyes and you lean in, close your eyes and kiss him. It’s a softer kiss than the one before, and shorter too. As you pull away you see him wearing a ridiculously large grin. “Where did that come from?” Robin asks amused. “There’s a mistletoe over there.” You say and point it out. “I figured if that was an ok reason for you, it’d be fine for me.” You give him a smile and kiss his cheek. “You know; I think I can get used to this.” He bemused and took of his glasses. “I think if I’m making this a habit, you should know my name.” He smiles at you, takes a step back and sticks his right hand out for you to shake. “Hi (Y/N). Names Dick, nice to meet you.”

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Ice skating

Conner x reader Might feel off, I know I’m feeling off, hope it’s ok though (:

“Bwahahahahahaha!” You clutch your stomach as you watch your boyfriend, Conner, falls down for the umpteenth time. You two were on a date, and since it’s December, you figured you two should go ice skating. Conner had been very eager to agree. He had wanted to try it, and since he had the basic understanding, he thought he’d be ok at it. But no. That was definitely not the case. He really just wasn’t used to walking, or skating for that matter, on a pair of blades. Neither were you, but you still went every winter and spent a decent time on the ice having fun with friends. And this definitely was on the top of the list of things that were fun. The thing was, you always found it funny when people fell. Even more so if they either didn’t hurt themselves, or if they fell in a hilarious way. Conner fulfilled both categories. He fell in the most ridiculous ways possible, and never seemed to hurt himself. Well, with the exception of his ego. You skated towards him, and offered him your hands. “Had enough yet, sweetie?” You ask him as you pull him up. He just huffs and glares at you. “Not a chance. I am going to be able to at least go around the rink once without falling over like an idiot.” He deadpans. You just laugh a little more and offer him your hand. “Fine, but please, let me hold your hand.” He looks at your hand suspiciously, “Why?” “Well, this is a date, and it is the dately thing to do. Also, it might just help your balance a tiny bit.” You smile and wink at him, as he almost manages to withdraw his hand from yours. “Also, I think I need to point out a few things. You use training wheels when learning anything, like riding a bike or have some sort of guidance. When I was little, and learning to ski, my uncle had a weird stick that held me at a distance in front of him, so he could control speed and turns. The moral of the story? You’re learning to skate, let me help you. I mean, as hilarious I and everyone else find your falling, it’s starting to get just a tiny bit tired. Hold my hand.” You give him a look while stating this that offers little argument. Besides, you just kind of wanted to hold his hand. “… Fine.” Conner replies and takes your hand. “Don’t come crying to me if I pull you down with me though.” “Haha, I wouldn’t even dream of it.” You say as you kiss his cheek. “Let’s get going then.” The two of you manage a solid three quarters of the way around the rink when you catch on a small hole in the ice, and fall over. Promptly dragging him down with you. But his instinct is sharp, and in the fall, he shifts you, so you fall on top of him. This has the two of you laughing hard. “I’m sorry,” You pant between laughs. “I didn’t see the hole.” “It’s fine.” He says, as he laughs hard. “Just really happy it was you and not me!” He holds you just a bit tighter, making it obvious this wasn’t said with any malice. “HAH! Right? Common, let’s get up. You’ll freeze if we stay down longer, and people are staring.” You laughingly state, and proceed to get up. Once you’ve gotten to your feet, you give Conner your hand and pull him up too. He puts his arm around your shoulders and you two skate back to the entrance of the rink and step out of it. “Common, babe. Let’s go get something to eat.” You say as you two head off to take off your skates. “I’d like that.” Conner replies and kisses the side of your head. “I’d like that very much.”

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Drinking hot cocoa

Wally West x Reader

It’s been annoyingly cold for the past few days, and there hadn’t gone a day where you didn’t go to your favourite little coffee shop to get something hot to drink on your way to work. You worked the afternoon shift at a local grocery store that stayed open 24/7. The owners were weird and never really changed anyone’s plan, so you, and everyone else who worked there, always knew your schedule. The only thing that varied was whether you were a cashier or restocked everything. This particular little coffee shop was a local business as well, and if you were lucky, that cute barista was working when you came in. He was always so smiley and bright, that it made your day a bit brighter and hence made you get to work with a positive vibe surrounding you. Today was one of the lucky days. He was there and greeted you with a big smile. “Hey, (Y/N)! What can I get you today?” The barista greeted with a small wave. You were a regular at this point, and most everyone knew your name there. In your defence, you had been going there for about a year and a half, or ever since you got hired at the grocery store. “Hey Wally! How’s it going?” You reply with an equally large smile. “Haven’t you started your seasonal drinks by now?” You ask him as you walk the rest of the way to the counter. “Yeah!” He exclaims happily. “We just got the menu for them last night! Want to try them out? We got a new blend that I think you’ll like a lot!” The enthusiasm wasn’t lost on you, and you giggled a bit at him. “Yeah? What’s in it?” You ask, more than ready for something to warm you up. “It’s essentially just hot cocoa, with a hint of cinnamon, topped with whipped cream and a drizzle of both vanilla and caramel sauce, and chocolate sprinkles.” Wally explained, “It’s called ‘Choco Dream, but I’ve dubbed it ‘Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice’.” He shrugs and give you a wink. “Wanna try it?” “You know what, it sounds good. Bring it.” You agree. “As long as it’s hot and gets me though my shift, I’m up for it.” You continue with a small sigh. The day just hadn’t been working out on top of being cold. “Then this drink should hit the spot. Want me to add a little bit of coffee to it? Just for that extra kick?” He offered you with a bit of a worry in his eyes. “It’s on the house.” He follows with another wink and a grin. You laugh and thank him with a grateful smile, “Thanks, that’d be ace.” “Since there’s only you here, why don’t you go sit down and I’ll come join you? You start at 2pm right? And it’s only what, a 10-minute walk from here? And it’s only 1:30pm, so you have time for it, right?” Wally askes, “Maybe I can help with whatever it is that’s bringing you down?” You can’t help but to feel better just by hearing his offer. “Thanks Wally, I’d really like that.” You smile. “Oh, I almost forgot, how much do I owe you?” You had almost forgotten to pay, the conversation catching you off guard. “Like I said, it’s on the house.” He gives a broad smile. “I though the shot of coffee would be on the house.” You say with a small frown. “You won’t get in trouble for this?” “Hardly. They love me here!” Wally states with pride as he already begun working on the drink, adding another cup to get himself something to drink too. “Well, if you insist.” You say with a small shake of your head and smile. You then turn to look at all the empty tables there. The cold really does slow everything down. You choose a table for two, as far from the doors as possible and sit down. Not even 2 minutes pass before Wally sits down in front of you and hands you your cup. “So, what’s up?” Wally askes and takes a sip of his drink. It’s not as fancy as yours, just a simple hot cocoa with milk. “It’s just the weather, for most parts. It’s dumb how much it affects my mood. But it doesn’t help that my parents have been going on and on about ‘my life direction’ and school’s starting to kick my butt.” You sigh, clutching the cup closer to you and taking a small sip. Partly to test the heat, and partly to be sure it actually tastes good too. Unsurprisingly, it’s perfect. Not too hot to burn you, but definitely on the right side of warm, and the taste is amazing. Before Wally can respond though, you continue, “How come you always make the best damn drinks here? Like, it’s always the most perfect temperature and somehow tastes better when you make it.” You realized that maybe the first statement was a bit too chummy. To be truthful, you always made small talk with all the baristas, but it was always something a bit more with Wally. It’s like he remembered everything you said, and with his attitude, it felt like you two were friends, but you can never be certain when people working service jobs are being genuinely nice or just working for the tips. “Thanks! I work really hard for it. Glad you noticed.” Wally jokes a bit about the second statement you said, before reshifting the conversation to your first path. “What do you mean? With your parents? You don’t seem like the type to have a bad relationship with them.” The concern in his voice and eyes made your stomach flutter a bit. “They just think I’m getting too old to not have a boyfriend. I’m the oldest you see. And they are starting to itch for grandkids. Don’t misunderstand, that’s a definite goal, when I’m older! I’m 21, I think it’s ok to not be getting married in a year and having kids in two. Not to mention I’d love to actually finish school, and travel before I settle down, you know? Just like life a little.” You accidentally go off on a mini rant. “And like, school’s being really dumb. It’s not that I’m bad at it, it’s just so much work out of the blue. I thought the first semester was supposed to be the hardest, and this one is just being a boss monster and then there’s work on top of it all. Which is nice, and I’m super thrilled I have a job, but sometimes I just really want to stay in bed and not move a muscle for a week.” You hadn’t realized this was weighing so much on you until you actually spoke it out loud. Wally remained silent after you finished. This prompted a small panic in you, ‘Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. You weren’t supposed to go off on the topic. He probably thinks you’re a loser now. Stupid, stupidstupidstupid.’ Before you got much further, Wally speaks up and proposes a solution to at least one of your problems. “Well. That’s a mouthful, isn’t it?” He asks with a chuckle. “I totally feel you though, my folks are the same. The only difference is I’m done with school, but haven’t actually gotten a job in the field I studied in. To make things worse, I’m an only child too, so I’m the only grandkids option.” You both sigh and drink your drinks. “But, I do have one solution to one of your problems.” “Yeah? What’s that?” You furrow you brows, not sure where this conversation is going. “Yeah, yeah! So, I’ve been talking to my friend for the past year or so, and his conclusion was I should just get on with it. So here goes.” He says quickly and takes a deep breath before continuing. “So, I’ve been wondering if I can talk you into a date with me? I totally understand if that’s not a thing you’d like, but I just really have been wanting to ask for a year, and since we both have a mutual problem of parents being a bit pushy, I figured I could ask and it’d fix that problem and I be happy, and hopefully you too, and it’d all be great and…” He rushed on and you noticed a blush creeping on his cheeks. You can’t help but blush as well as he goes on. Before he has a chance to finish, you blurt out a yes. “And so… Wait what?” Wally askes, dumbfounded. He didn’t expect you to say yes. Of course, he wanted you to say it, but wow. “Ye-yes, I’d like that.” You stutter a bit. ‘oh shoot, you never stutter, what is this?!’ “Really?!” Wally exclaims, “Oh that’s great! We could go and get food sometime!” You wonder how his cheeks haven’t cracked, with how broadly he smiles. His attitude made you feel better, and in a heartbeat, you were smiling almost as broadly. “I’d totally love to!” You say as you check the time. 1:45pm. “And I’d love to stay and chat longer, but I need to get going.” You chug the rest of your drink and grab a pen from your bag. “Gimme your hand.” You say as you hold out your own. He hands you his and you quickly write your number down. “Text me the details! And thanks for the cocoa, it was delicious!” You smile once more, and give him a small wave as you turn to get to work.

[mysillylittlewritings]

Decorating the tree

This is essentially the whole team from the first season of Young Justice, and also the longest thing I’ve written! Hope you like it!

You were lying if you said you disliked Christmas. In fact, saying you liked it was an understatement. It was the most wonderful time of the year. After all, there’s a reason why the songs say it’s the best. It’s because it is the best. But this year felt off to you. You started this new job. Or maybe a job is the wrong term for it. You don’t get paid for it, and it doesn’t feel like it be ok for you to not do this. You had one day woken up with a strange feeling, and as you explored it, you found you had a superpower. The way you had been raised, made you feel like you now had a responsibility to the world. But you also had been raised to be fairly family oriented. So, because of that feeling of responsibility, you felt like you couldn’t go home, and the universe seemed to agree. It was the 23rd of December, and you all had just gotten back to the Cave after a long, difficult battle with a team of villains. This had been the trend for the past few weeks. You went out, had a hard fight with your teammates, and came home exhausted. It had even gotten so bad, that Batman didn’t force you all to a lecture right away, to allow you to take a breath. So, it was indeed the 23rd, and not a single thing was up to make the Cave look like it was two more sleeps until it was present time. This little fact made you feel really disheartened. You had no time to actually go home, and had gone online shopping after a particular nasty fight, just so they got something from you back home. But with the secrecy of the Cave’s location, you had no way of getting the presents from your family. With the time spent with these people, both in and out of battle, you all had become really close. So, as you all lie around the couch and make various groans and complaints about the current situation, you decide you’ve had enough. “Ok. You know what. I can’t do this anymore. I’m going out.” You say as you get up and stretch your back a bit. “It’s Christmas for Pete’s sake, and there’s nothing here to show for it.” You sigh and start walking out. “I’m going to get a tree, and some decorations, and some baking and cooking supplies. Feel free to clean this place up or something while I’m out, or come with, either or works just fine.” You shout behind your back as you start typing in the coordinates for the most convenient zeta tube. No one got up and you just shake your head as you head out. ---- “You know, they’re right. We should make a bit of an effort here.” Robin says after a few moments after the zeta tube had gone off, still lying in the same place as before. “Well, duh. But I really don’t feel like getting up just yet.” Kid Flash groans, and rolls over to lie on his stomach. “I agree, but they probably need help with all that shopping.” Robin replies. “Common guys, let’s do this!” He continuous with a bit of a flare. “Who’s willing to start with the cleaning?” A chorus of negative responses fill the air, and Robin just shakes his head. “If there are no volunteers, we’ll just have to do eenie, meenie for it.” Robin smiles and gets up. “Common, let’s get going.” “Wait, let’s do this more logically.” Artemis interjects. “I say Wally and yourself should most likely stay and clean. As well as M’gan and Zatanna.” “What?! Why me?” Wally shouts with a pout and sits up. “I don’t wanna clean!” “It makes sense, power wise. You’re quick. It shouldn’t be an issue. And with M’gan’s telepathy and Zatanna’s magic, it should make it quicker too.” Artemis argues, and smirks. It’s a sound logic, and she knows it. “… Fine.” Robin agrees. “Fair enough, but why me? And what will the rest of you do?” He asks and glares at Artemis. “Well, you stay because I don’t want to.” Artemis starts, “And I think both Conner and Kaldur could come in handy with the shopping.” “How so?” Conner asks, feeling a bit dubious. “Reason.” Artemis confidently states and heads on towards the computer to get to (Y/N). “I do not feel all too great about this.” Kaldur mutters, as he gets up as well and walks towards Artemis. “But I do support this plan. Team, let us get started with this. Robin, Wally, M’gan, Zatanna, please start with the cleaning. We will see you later.” ---- Artemis, Conner and Kaldur go meet you at the department store you’d chosen for the shopping, after Artemis called your cell phone. “I’m really happy you guys came.” You say when you greet them with a big smile. “I don’t really know how I was going to do this on my own, with all we need for the Cave to get into the holiday spirit.” You rub the back of your neck as you say that, and give a bit of an apologetic smile. “Obviously, that’s why Kaldur’s the team leader, and you’re not.” Artemis smiles and gives you a wink. “Where do we start?” “So, maybe we can split up into teams of two? Just to save time?” You ask, “I mean, after all, there’s sooo much to do.” “Sound reasonable.” Conner states matter-of-factly “I’ll take Conner and we’ll go get the food supplies. You two go and get the tree and the decorations.” Artemis suggests and looks around. “No arguments here.” You smile, and the guys nod their agreements. “Let’s meet back here in, what, hour and a half? Two?” You ask. “Sounds like a plan.” Artemis confirms and drags Conner away. “So, ready for some shopping?” You say to Kaldur as you turn to him and smile. “Yes, let us go.” Kaldur returns the smile and the two of you head the opposite direction to your comrades to find the most perfect tree. ---- After about an hour and a half, you meet up at the same spot, only to get a text from Artemis that they’ll be a bit late, as there was an unexpected sale, and the lines were ridiculous. “They’re going to be a bit late.” You inform Kaldur, “Wait here, I’ll go get us something to drink while we wait.” You had found a place to sit, and leave Kaldur with the bags surrounding him. You quickly return however, with two cups of hot chocolate and two, large gingerbread cookies to munch on. “Here you go.” You say as you hand him his share and sit down. “Today has been nice.” Kaldur states after having taken a small sip of his chocolate to test how hot it was. “Or you know, it got nice after a rough start.” “Yeah, I’m just really happy you guys came along. It would have been too difficult to do this on my own.” You sigh and smile, holding the chocolate close to your face. “I just couldn’t imagine Christmas without at least some form of decorations, you know? This is actually my first Christmas away from home, and it’s taking a bit of a toll.” You give a small, sad smile, and take a bit out of the cookie. “I understand. It is not easy being away from your family. But I found the Team to be a good substitute for the one left behind.” Kaldur says and smiles. “Yeah, you’re right. I know I’m lucky to be here, and not alone somewhere.” You chuckle. “HEY GUYS!” Artemis shouts, having spotted you some way from you. “Can we go back now?” Conner asks exhausted and eyes the cups and cookies longingly. “Sure thing.” You reply and break of a bit of your cookie, “Do you want a bite?” You ask Conner, who quickly places the bags down and grabs the cookie part you handed out to him. “Yes, please!” Ha says as he eats it in one bite. You just wordlessly hand him your cup for him to drink and go to grab your bags. You had decided on a fake tree, being the much easier option. But it was fairly big. And so, with that, you all head back to the zeta tube. ---- At the Cave, everything was spotless. Zatanna and M’gan had kept the two boys on the subject, and the results were amazing. “Not a speck of dirt anywhere to be found!” Wally exclaims happily, and proudly, as they stood in the middle of the floor to survey their efforts. “Now all we need is the rest coming home with the decorations.” And just as his words left his mouth, the computer announced your arrival. “HEY GUYS!” Artemis yelled, “We could use some help, please!” Everyone scrambled to get everything settled. Both M’gan and Zatanna took it upon themselves to hang the decorations all over the place, while you, Wally and Robin put the food away. Conner and Kaldur had started to work on the tree, but it seemed to confuse the pair a bit. “Wait, how do you put it together like that?” Conner asked as he studied the instructions with Kaldur. “I have no idea.” Kaldur muttered, trying to figure out why the tree had so many different parts. You had chosen one that that to be put together down to an individual branch. It looked really pretty on the display, so neither thought of the hassle it’d be to put together. “Let’s just wait for the rest to come help.” Conner sighed defeatedly and sat down. It wasn’t long before the rest of you showed up and saw the mess of branches, and no tree. “The instruction made no sense!” Conner pipes up before anyone could question the lack of tree, and received laugher. “It’s cool, I’ve got this.” Wally said, and zoomed past. And so, in a flash, the tree was up. “But you can forget me decorating it on my own!” You all helped each other laying the lights on the branches, and hanging the ornaments on. There was a ton of laugher and smiles, and finally, there were only two things left to do. To place the star, and to light it up. “I think (Y/N) should do the honour of placing the star.” Robin states and hands you the star, “You’re the reason for all this happening.” “Oh, but I can’t even reach it.” You say, “Maybe M’gan should just do it, with her telepa…” You don’t even finish the sentence as you feel yourself being lifted up into the air. “I can easily just lift you up for it. Common, place the star (Y/N).” M’gan says and the rest happily agree. You just grin and lean over to place it as perfectly as you can. M’gan lets you down slowly and you all stand in awe at the tree when Zatanna plugs the tree in. This might be the first time you don’t spend time with your family at home, but these were definitely not the worst people to spent the holidays with.