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fem!Birdflash but itâs them at one of the galas Dick has to attend as a billionaireâs kid. chaos ensues
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BIRDFLASH +hands part 1
Panel I found so funny I made it the cover of my most played playlist
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 đđ 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 đľâđŤ
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! đŽâđ¨đŤThe next few issues will be short in between comics of the characters lives. Those should be more frequent than the first three issuesđđ Thank you all for your patience and I'll catch ya later đđЎđđŠľ
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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
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
Authorâs 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 dayâs work dealing with other peopleâs problems and being exhausted by the general public, and there was another one cominâ tomorrow.Â
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.Â
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: âthank goodness our unit is on the ground floorâ 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.Â
âMommy!!â Lian said, in between giggle fits. âSave me from the daddy monster!â
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 youâd 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.Â
Roy scrambled into the living room and let out a deep growl: âWhereâs the little girl?!âÂ
Lian shrieked again, jumping up and down behind your legs.Â
As soon as his ear picked up on her shrieking, he turned, and while heâd never admit that he didnât 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.Â
âHey there, princess.â He said, slightly sheepishly. âHow was work?â
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.
âIt was⌠exhausting.â You said, letting out a sigh. Â
âThat good, huh?â Roy replied, quirking a brow.Â
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.Â
âWell, no matter, because youâre home now and the Daddy Monster already made dinner and folded all of the laundry.â He said, triumphantly.Â
âAnd I helped!â Lian insisted.
âAnd Lian helped.â 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.Â
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 Royâs shoulder while he read until Lianâs 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.Â
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 didnât 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 Royâs hard chest and let out a sigh that felt like letting out all of your exhaustion and frustration for the day.Â
âLong day, pretty girl?â He asked.
âThe longest.â You replied, smushing your face into his chest. âAnd I have to go back tomorrow.â
âIâm sorry baby.â He said, rubbing circles into your lower back. âTheyâre lucky to have you, you know.â
âI guess.â You said, unenthusiastically.Â
Silence settled into the room, but it wasnât comfortable.
âIs something wrong, honey?â Roy asked.Â
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.Â
âI donât know.â You admitted. âI just wake up tired, go to work all day and get hammered with everybodyâs problems, and only get to spend a couple of hours with you and Lian before it starts all over again. Iâm just⌠I think Iâm burnt out.âÂ
Roy tilted you briefly to give a small kiss to the corner of your forehead.
âI just need like a day off or something. I want to run away. Super far away. To a remote island.â You continued.Â
Roy chuckled, which bounced your resting head gently. The hand rubbing your back moved up to brush the hair out of your face.Â
âIt sounds like you need a vacation.â He said.Â
You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.Â
âUghhh. That sounds wonderful.âÂ
He paused, looking out into the darkness of the room, before continuing.Â
âWell, letâs take a vacation then. Where do you wanna go?â
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.
âWe canât, Roy.â You said, dejectedly. âYou have work, I have work, Lian has schoolâŚâ
âWe could both take some time off.â He offered. âYou never call out or take your PTO and Iâll just tell Jason to fuck off for a week.â
At that, you chuckled and that same dopey smile graced his lips. You snuggled back into his pec.
âLian has school. She already had spring break. Remember, we were all sick with the stomach flu?â
Roy groaned, running a palm over his eyes. âDonât remind me.â
There was a moment of silence before that finger crooked under your cheek again, gently forcing you to meet his gaze.
âWhat if you and I just took a little vacation, then?â He said. Before you could protest, he continued. âOllie and Dinah can watch Trouble for a week and do the pick ups and drop offs at school. Shit, sheâd probably have a blast staying at Grandpa and Mimiâs for a week. It would be like summer camp.â
You smiled, thinking about how much you and Royâs 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.Â
âA week with just the two of us.â He said, pressing a not-so-innocent kiss to the side of your neck. âMommy and daddy need to get reacquainted, you know. Start practicing giving Lian that sibling sheâs always talking aboutâŚâ
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.Â
âSo, think about where you wanna go, pretty girl, and Iâll make it happen.â He said, pulling back to look at you properly. âDeal?â
âDeal.â You affirmed, softly.Â
You rested your head back on Royâs 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.
âRoy?â You said, very quietly.Â
âYes?â He asked, cracking open his eyes.
âThank you.â You said with sincere reverence. He huffed softly.Â
âAnything for you, princess.â
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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
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