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BIRDFLASH +hands part 1

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Panel I found so funny I made it the cover of my most played playlist

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Welcome back to another issue for NSNY! It's time for Pj & Elaine's study session to begin, but first Elaine has a word with her dear friend Tank 🍔💕 During Elaine's gap year she apologized to Tank for what happened during the X games. Even though he accepted her apology, she still makes it her mission to make it up to Tank in any shape possible! Like playing wingman 😵‍💫

Ah just one year after the second issue we're here again!! My personal life has gotten busy since last summer &it was difficult for me to have time to work on this! 😮‍💨💫The next few issues will be short in between comics of the characters lives. Those should be more frequent than the first three issues🌈🌈 Thank you all for your patience and I'll catch ya later 💜🩷💛🩵

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[vanllian]

A question to other fanfiction readers

What do you think is the most respectful way to treat a canon girlfriend/wife of one of the characters in fanfiction?

E.g. what to do with Lois Lane while writing a superbat fic

I'm also asking specifically about women, cause they are the most disrespected ones + gay ships are way more common/enjoyed

The most respectful way to treat a canon partner in fanfiction?

Disregard her existence/Not mentioning her

Make them exes on good/neutral terms (mutual breakup)

Make her a supportive ex (helps the characters get together/sort things out)

Make them a treesome/foursome

Ship her with the other character's partner (e.g. Lois Lane x Selina Kyle)

Delete their romance, make them friends/coworkers/...

Other/comment

Voting ended onApr 22

Please vote, I'm extremely curious :)

If you have any other ideas/opinions I'd be happy to read them in the comments

I've skipped some options, because they are just straight up disrespectful, but I think I might make another poll exactly about this

If you have any tag/ship recommendations please comment/write, cause suddenly I forget every single ship I like or there is no woman involved

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Burnt - Roy Harper/Reader

Summary: You're overworked and underpaid and it's taking a toll on your sanity.

Pairing: Roy Harper/f!reader

Tags and warnings: fluff, reader is referred to as "mommy", pet names like princess, pretty girl

Author’s Note: Ya girl (me) is feeling a little put through the wringer these days, and I love a 'coming home from work wiped out' fic

Word Count: 1.4K

After today, you could have slid down the back of your apartment door and dramatically slumped to the floor if you really wanted to. Your legs hurt, your back hurt, your brain hurt. A day’s work dealing with other people’s problems and being exhausted by the general public, and there was another one comin’ tomorrow. 

As soon as you crossed the threshold of your apartment stoop, your heart softened a little. Sure, there were dishes in the sink and a collection of shoes (mostly matched pairs) barricading the front door, but there were also crayons scattered across the coffee table and the faint smell of Play Dough in the air. This was your home. The easel was out, and a couple of Barbies congregated in a posse before the television. Most of them still had all of their hair. Most. 

While moving to offload your work bag and take off your coat, you heard a sonic squeal ring from down the hall. The culprit bounced down the hallway with thunderous toddler feet, and you had just a moment to think to yourself: “thank goodness our unit is on the ground floor” before the little beast flung herself at your legs. She hid behind you, peering through your calves and giggling so hard she could hardly catch her breath. 

“Mommy!!” Lian said, in between giggle fits. “Save me from the daddy monster!”

And as if on cue, the Daddy Monster emerged from the hallway, clambering in an uncoordinated pattern on all fours. He flung his neck about, threatening to throw off the dirty cap that sat backwards on his head, making a horrifying shrieking sound. You squeezed your eyes shut in adoring embarrassment, snuffling a laugh into the heel of your palm. That was YOUR guy. The sexiest man you’d ever laid eyes on. Crab-walking like an untamed cryptid down the hallway while chasing your little girl. You were immobilized, holding your coat in your arms and staring. 

Roy scrambled into the living room and let out a deep growl: “Where’s the little girl?!” 

Lian shrieked again, jumping up and down behind your legs. 

As soon as his ear picked up on her shrieking, he turned, and while he’d never admit that he didn’t hear you come in, Roy looked up with mild surprise to see his beloved partner standing in the doorway, observing his antics. He dropped into a cross-legged position on the floor, cheeks slightly flushed, and a silly, crooked smirk on his face. 

“Hey there, princess.” He said, slightly sheepishly. “How was work?”

You slung your coat on the hook behind the door and pivoted to pick Lian up by the armpits, saddling her against your hip. She wrapped her little arms around your neck and snuggled in. The best feeling in the world. You gave Roy a tired smile.

“It was… exhausting.” You said, letting out a sigh.  

“That good, huh?” Roy replied, quirking a brow. 

He pushed up from the carpet, striding over to you in a couple of steps. With a crooked finger under your chin, he tilted your head up for a sweet kiss. Lian clung harder. 

“Well, no matter, because you’re home now and the Daddy Monster already made dinner and folded all of the laundry.” He said, triumphantly. 

“And I helped!” Lian insisted.

“And Lian helped.” Roy confirmed.

Dinner was delicious, nothing fancy but made with love by your man and your baby girl. Lian rattled off the events of her big day, starting with the book that they read in circle time, and you listened intently while Roy gathered the plates and loaded the dishwasher. You were home early enough to do bath time with Lian tonight and nothing made her more happy than her daddy, mommy, bubbles, and bath toys. 

Roy wrapped her in her adorable panda bear towel and zoomed her through the air making various aviation noises. You helped her into her favorite pajamas. She picked out a book for the evening, and even though you were struggling to suppress your yawns, you slumped over onto Roy’s shoulder while he read until Lian’s eyes were closed and her lips were slack. You tucked her in and gave her a gentle forehead kiss. Roy stood in the doorway to the dimly lit hallway, beaming with silent but overwhelming adoration at the most important people in his world. 

Standing up from the small toddler bed, you arched your back, rubbing both hands down your flanks. You tip-toed into the hallway and gently closed her door to just a crack. You and Roy didn’t say much in between brushing teeth and donning your own pajamas, but once you slid underneath the covers, a strong arm wrapped itself around your wrist and pulled you close. You settled against Roy’s hard chest and let out a sigh that felt like letting out all of your exhaustion and frustration for the day. 

“Long day, pretty girl?” He asked.

“The longest.” You replied, smushing your face into his chest. “And I have to go back tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry baby.” He said, rubbing circles into your lower back. “They’re lucky to have you, you know.”

“I guess.” You said, unenthusiastically. 

Silence settled into the room, but it wasn’t comfortable.

“Is something wrong, honey?” Roy asked. 

You gave another sigh, but this one much softer. You paused to gather your thoughts - whatever remnants of thoughts you had after such a long week - and Roy waited patiently for you to talk. 

“I don’t know.” You admitted. “I just wake up tired, go to work all day and get hammered with everybody’s problems, and only get to spend a couple of hours with you and Lian before it starts all over again. I’m just… I think I’m burnt out.” 

Roy tilted you briefly to give a small kiss to the corner of your forehead.

“I just need like a day off or something. I want to run away. Super far away. To a remote island.” You continued. 

Roy chuckled, which bounced your resting head gently. The hand rubbing your back moved up to brush the hair out of your face. 

“It sounds like you need a vacation.” He said. 

You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Ughhh. That sounds wonderful.” 

He paused, looking out into the darkness of the room, before continuing. 

“Well, let’s take a vacation then. Where do you wanna go?”

You tilted your head up to look at him. His soft eyes met you in return, and you could have melted at the fondness that you saw in them.

“We can’t, Roy.” You said, dejectedly. “You have work, I have work, Lian has school…”

“We could both take some time off.” He offered. “You never call out or take your PTO and I’ll just tell Jason to fuck off for a week.”

At that, you chuckled and that same dopey smile graced his lips. You snuggled back into his pec.

“Lian has school. She already had spring break. Remember, we were all sick with the stomach flu?”

Roy groaned, running a palm over his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

There was a moment of silence before that finger crooked under your cheek again, gently forcing you to meet his gaze.

“What if you and I just took a little vacation, then?” He said. Before you could protest, he continued. “Ollie and Dinah can watch Trouble for a week and do the pick ups and drop offs at school. Shit, she’d probably have a blast staying at Grandpa and Mimi’s for a week. It would be like summer camp.”

You smiled, thinking about how much you and Roy’s little girl adored her grandparents, and suddenly you were entertaining the idea of a vacation more than you thought was possible. Roy watched your face change, seeing your eyes light up when you realized it could be a legitimate possibility. 

“A week with just the two of us.” He said, pressing a not-so-innocent kiss to the side of your neck. “Mommy and daddy need to get reacquainted, you know. Start practicing giving Lian that sibling she’s always talking about…”

You gave him a tiny slap to the chest, but there was no force behind it. He chuckled darkly and the low noise rolled through his chest as he continued his assault on your neck, heating the skin of your cheeks. 

“So, think about where you wanna go, pretty girl, and I’ll make it happen.” He said, pulling back to look at you properly. “Deal?”

“Deal.” You affirmed, softly. 

You rested your head back on Roy’s chest, a faint smile refusing to leave your face. He settled his nose into the crown of your head, reaching behind himself to turn off the bedside lamp. You both sunk into the silence, preparing for slumber.

“Roy?” You said, very quietly. 

“Yes?” He asked, cracking open his eyes.

“Thank you.” You said with sincere reverence. He huffed softly. 

“Anything for you, princess.”

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[skeeets]

Diner Champion - Barry Allen/Reader

Summary: A spontaneous lunch date with Barry Allen turns into something unexpected.

Pairing: Barry Allen x gn!reader

Tags and warnings: fluff, food mention

Author's Note: Just something I quickly whipped up to test drive the new blog. A silly idea I thought of on the bus today.

Word Count: 1.4K

Your guys’ thing was new. You were taking it slow. Well, as slow as you could with half of the equation involving a speedster. 

Barry was so sweet. He was chivalrous but unassuming, shy but deeply considerate. When you looked across the table into his big blue eyes, you could have sworn that time slowed and everything around you was caught in free-fall. These last couple of months that you had been dating were dear to your heart.

You both had free time for lunch, something nearly as rare as Barry actually being on time to make it, and had settled down at a quaint diner half-way between your workplace and the Central City crime lab. He held your hand across the table, brushing a finger across your skin every once in a while, and listened intently while you talked. Barry was one of those people that listened to hear you, not just to respond, and he clung to every word. 

Eventually, the waiter came around and set down two chilled glasses of water along with a set of menus. Barry flipped his open with his free hand, unwilling to let yours go. You finished your story about a silly customer service experience that you had, and he chuckled under his breath - a sound so soothing that you wanted to listen to it ring forever. His crows' feet scrunched in amusement. God, you felt like a marshmallow. 

You both perused the menu only as long as necessary, eager to dive back into conversation. Barry regaled you with tales of the CCPD break room. He was not actually gossiping, no. He was much too sensitive to others' feelings to talk about them behind their backs. He simply noticed people. Noticed their dynamics, and how they interacted with each other. When he told you about them it wasn’t with malicious intent, just curiosity. 

The waiter snaked back around to your table just as Barry finished his story. 

“What’ll we be having today, folks?” He inquired. 

Barry gestured over the table: “after you, honey.”

The pet name made your cheeks warm as you told them your order. When he was sure you had finished, Barry closed his menu, stacking it on top of yours’ for the waiter’s convenience and said: “And I’ll have the Captain’s Platter.”

The waiter’s eyebrows rose in surprise. 

Right. Barry could eat. You couldn’t tell by looking at him, as he was lean and deceptively toned, but the amount of food that Barry could put down was shocking to say the least. The first couple of meals that you shared together, you did your best not to gawk with your jaw hanging. At first, you had thought he must have an extreme exercise routine, but after he confided in you that he was The Flash, everything made a lot more sense. You would never count his calories, but you figured the numbers were outstanding. 

The waiter made a small noise, almost a groan, and itched behind his ear with the pen he had used to take your order.

“Are you sure?” He responded. Barry looked a bit surprised. He flushed a dainty pink.

“Um. Yes.” 

The waiter shifted his weight onto the other foot, putting his notepad in his apron. He gathered the menus in his hands. 

“Alright, deal is that you get one hour to finish everything - that includes the five pound cheeseburger, loaded fries, tater tots, coleslaw, baked beans, and two pieces of sourdough toast. Nothing left on the plate. You clear that in an hour,” and with this, he looked at Barry with deep skepticism “and you get your meal for free plus the t-shirt.”

Barry’s mouth opened almost imperceptibly but the waiter was gone before he gathered the words to say anything. He slowly turned his head back to meet your gaze, making you realize that your eyes were peeled wide. Barry fished for words but came up dry. 

“Barry, uh, I think,” You said, quite languidly. “You may have just entered yourself in a competitive eating contest.”

His dainty pink cheeks threatened to go maroon. His eyebrows kept raising and lowering themselves as he searched the tabletop, putting the pieces together.

“It just… sounded good?” He said. 

Twenty minutes later, out came your plate which was dwarfed immediately by the gigantic platter and accompanying side dishes that were placed in front of Barry. Waiters and waitresses lined up single file, dropping off steaming plates one after the other. Barry thanked each of them as they set the dinnerware down, but refused to make eye contact with a single one of them. The other patrons of the diner were certainly staring now, watching the parade unfold inside of the small building, and pivoting in their booths to see who had dared to order so much food. You couldn’t help but give a small laugh, which caught Barry’s attention immediately. He allowed a sheepish grin. 

The waiter made an extravagant deal of starting the one-hour timer, which only embarrassed Barry further. Once the grand commencement of the afternoon’s accidental event was over, you and Barry tried desperately to sink back into the familiarity of a spontaneous afternoon date. Conversation resumed, and he reached back across the table to hold your hand once more. 

But even as you both conversed, you gradually watched the food disappear. While you had grown accustomed to Barry’s appetite, and knew that he had skipped breakfast this morning so he surely was starving, you could see the wait staff and other patrons observe the feat with amazement. While his spectators attempted to be subtle, it was clear that you two were no longer dining privately.

And one hour? What a joke. Barry had each plate cleaned within twenty-five minutes, all the while remaining an excellent conversationalist, and telling you all of the public-appropriate details about the case he was currently working on. You were so used to his mealtime habits by now that when the waiter came by with the timer in hand, dramatically stopping it as Barry picked up the last baked bean on his fork and swallowed, you had forgotten entirely that there was a competition afoot. 

The waiter, while still composed, was gobsmacked. He had met you two with a reserved tone when you first sat down in the booth and now, he seemed much more startled when greeting you mid-meal. 

“And that’s twenty-four minutes and fifty-two seconds. Our new record.” He said. 

At that announcement, the staff and other patrons burst into a round of applause. If Barry could have melted into the dingy booth cushion, he would have. 

“Here’s your t-shirt. And we’ll HAVE to take a photo for the competition wall!” The hostess from the front podium said, peering from out behind the waiter excitedly. She held a Polaroid camera in her hands. “Say cheese, new champ!”

The smile that Barry gave in return could only be described as an uncoordinated grimace. You stifled your laughter with the palm of your hand. You would have to beg the staff for a copy of the photo for your own collection.

Eventually, the laughter and applause died down, and you both enjoyed the solitude as Barry patiently waited for you to finish your meal. He was a lot quieter now than he was at the beginning of lunch, rolling around a wrapped mint on the table from hand to hand. You got the sense that he was deeply embarrassed by the whole ordeal. You placed your hand on his forearm, breaking him out of his thoughts. 

“Baby.” You said, softly.

He looked at you with lovesick eyes, diverting to you his full attention. It was amazing how quickly Barry could bear his whole heart to you from just hearing that nickname. 

“You burn a lot of calories, you gotta eat a lot of food. Just means that when I cook for you, I gotta adjust my portion sizes.” You said, with an ambivalent shrug. At this, he gave you a patient smile, but you could tell that his shoulders gradually eased down, weeping out the tension. 

He paid for your meal - just your meal. His, of course, was comped from his victory. You ignored the follow of watchful eyes from fellow patrons admiring their new hometown champion and both rose from the booth. Barry’s gentle hand went to your lower back to guide you out of the diner and through the front doors. Facing Barry on the sidewalk, you gave him a precious smile, and he returned it - the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears. You leaned in to give him a light kiss and he leaned into it, wrapping his hand around your waist.

As you pulled apart, you watched his long eyelashes flutter open slowly. 

“Barry?”

“Yes?” He returned, saccharine sweet.

“Can I keep the t-shirt?”

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