Celebration (Young Justice, BluePulse, PG)Celebration
They did it, they had won. The REACH had lost and the Light had been fractured. Impulse looked around the cave the Secret Summit had been held and grinned with pride.
Everyone was congratulating each other on a job well done.
"Hey hermano," a voice said from behind him.
Impulse spun on his heel to stare into the blue and yellow face of Blue Beetle.
Unsurprisingly Bart's body reacted faster than his brain and he jumped up to hug the teller teen around the neck. "Dude, how crash was I?" He asked excitedly!
"You did okay?" Blue Beetle commented.
Impulse let go of the armored teen. "Okay? OKAY?! Dude, I don't know what fight you were a part of but I took down The Brain. THE BRAIN!"
"So you broke a glass jar with a pickled body part, big deal! I helped take out the big bad guys."
"Yeah, but not on you own," Impulse pointed out wagging a finger at Blue.
The two friends stared at each other for a moment, baring their teeth and growling at who was the better fighter w
No Easy Way to Say...***Warning Bluepulse and slight boy x boy do not comment or read if you are not a fan***No Easy Way to Say...2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The soft snip of scissors echoed through Bart’s ears as he stared at the pile of pink and purple paper hearts sitting before him. Jamie sat across from him humming quietly as he cut the hearts and placed them in neat piles in front of him. Bart tapped his feet anxiously as the heavenly aroma of sugar cookies made it’s way up his nose.
Jaime finished the last heart and looked over to Bart. “What ese?” He asked raising an eyebrow to the younger boy.
“Why are we doing this again?” Bart asked scratching his head and turning to look over his head for the hundredth time hoping that the oven would go off soon.
Jaime set down the scissors and folded his arms onto the table and stared at Bart, “Its for Valentines Day. Are you really telling me you have no idea what that is?”
Bart nodded and again looked back into the kitchen the smell clearly getting to him. &
Like Your Screaming... And No One Can Hear(Warning slight boy x boy and some violence... Bluepulse if not a fan don't read or comment)Like Your Screaming... And No One Can Hear2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Bart groaned and slowly lifted his head. He had no idea where he was. He was tied to a chair. A soft snort escaped him, which resulted in a piercing pain to his right side. Clenching his teeth together and closing his eyes he breathed calmly forgetting about the pain and got his head together. Once he was focused he tried vibrating through the ties around him.
Nothing happened. Shocked he tried again. Again with the same results. Why is this happening?!” Bart immediately started to panic. He looked around at the room surrounding trying to see if anyone or anything could explain this to him. That is when he felt it, the metal scratch at his neck. No. A collar. His powers were gone! And worse he was alone in this small room. Closed in, nothing but a lone hanging light bulb above him. He tried to cry out but the inhale caused another shooting pain to his side.
Tears streamed do
The Needs of OthersThe four boys sat in Jaime's living room as the credits of an action movie rolled across the screen of the television. Tim and Garfield stood up to stretch as Jaime grabbed another chip. Soft snoring came from the speedster lying next to him.The Needs of Others2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Jaime, we're gonna head out. Gar's staying at my place and Batman's gonna kill me if I'm late again." Tim mentioned as the duo headed towards the door. "We're heading the same way as Central city if you wanna wake Bart up."
"Nah, he's spending the night so it's fine." Jaime explained as the other two nodded and left. Jaime hopped off the couch and turned the t.v. off, figuring Bart was out for the rest of the night. He looked back at the sleeping figure on the couch.
'Better take him to my room.' Jaime thought as he lowered himself to the ground. Jaime picked Bart up, astonished at how light he was. He knew Bart was slim, but he hadn't expected the speedster to be that small. 'How much does he even weigh?'
"The boy weighs 82.4 pounds. BMI is 14.5
Habla Espanol?Jaime and Bart stood outside the door of the Reye's residence. Bart trembled slightly from nerves. The speedster had been to Jaime's house plenty of times, and it was basically his second home. He had even spent time with some of Jaime's family on a few occasions.Habla Espanol?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But this time, it would be the first time coming to Jaime's house as his boyfriend. Jaime's family knew he like girls and boys, and they were thrilled that Jaime was already comfortable enough to show his family his first boyfriend. Bart was thrilled for Jaime, but that didn't mean he wasn't nervous about proving that he would be a suitable guy for Jaime.
"Bart, it'll be fine. They just wanna make sure you aren't going to act differently now that we are in a relationship and that you won't push me to do anything. Just be cool, and it'll be over before you know it." Jaime comforted Bart, holding his hand for a minute before going for the door.
"Oh, if they start speaking Spanish with you and you don't know what they are saying
Welcome HomeWally West entered his homey bedroom with a tired expression, tossing his bag to the floor and flopping face-first onto his bouncy bed. He'd just saw Dick (and Bruce) off as they got on a plane for california for a mission restricted to just the two of them. he'd hugged Dick tightly and asked him to be careful. He'd even reminded him to bring back a cool souvenir to which the smaller boy had laughed and promised to with a "sure." The young hero had promised he'd be back before Wally knew it but he couldn't disagree more. It had only been a mere 20 minutes and already the ginger was missing him so much. He didn't know how he would survive a week, maybe two!, without being able to see his little bird; to touch him, hold him, kiss him.Welcome Home4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Inbearable was an understatement.
Wally just lay there, face buried into the softness that was his pillow, until he heard a small sound.
He turned his head slightly to find the source of the light sound.
His emerald-green e
What's HardRobin sat at one of the many wooden tables in the public library, reading a book detaliling all the latest computer technology. The entire team was there, mostly because of Megan. She had said she'd wanted to go an Earth library for the longest time. Superboy had never been to one and Kald'r could always use more books so there was really no debate about it. So there they were. Megan and Superboy were browsing the nonfiction while Kald'r was in the non-fiction. And KF was...moving around from shelf to shelf, never staying in one place for too long.What's Hard4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Short attention span and all that.
Any other day Robin would have smiled at the redhead's erratic behavior but not today. He was not in a good mood. Pissed off was an understatement. And it was all KF's fault. The speedster circled around a few more times before slipping into the seat next to the young hero.
"Hey Rob what's-"
"Shhhhhh!" Several voices hissed in unision, irritation clear on their daces.
"Sorry," KF whispered with a shrug. Her
Magic MistletoeThe heroes were regularly respective of race and religion when it came to the holidays, but upon lack of complaint from the younger members, the ex-sidekicks returned to the cave to find it decked out in the highest holiday-spirited garb; from the forty foot decorated Christmas tree and stockings hung about the wall to the pieces of mistletoe hung on ever doorway with a certain sparkle to the sapphire berries snug deep within their leaves.Magic Mistletoe2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The snow on the outside of the windows wasn't artificial, pure and crisp ashes from the clouds assembled along the thin sills and built up along the glass's pane, but the smell of holiday treats like chestnuts and pumpkin pie and ham wafted throughout the whole building, thanks to a civvie-clothed ebony chef with a particular giggle to his lips as he worked in the spirit of his merry birth month, the counters lined with his cookbook-worthy creations.
Even the ZETA com was in season, gently playing Christmas music that played as a light background noi