@365foxyfallacies asked for Superbat snuggles as part of the 30 day event (btw that’s over now). I shouldn’t be up this late but I really wanted to finish it for them so here it is! I’m sorry that it’s so late.
This isn’t Metropolis, Captain, and not just because our guy works at night. This isn’t the city of tomorrow, it’s not San Francisco, it’s not New York. It’s Gotham, and if you want to see what that means, just check out your squad room.
(30 Day Writing Challenge) Day 11: Wearing Kigurumis
Title: Good Choice Zoe
Pairing: Floyd Lawton/Deadshot x Reader
A/N: I’m sorry if this is bad
Zoe jumped up and down when there was a knock on the door. Her curls bounced as she whipped open the front door. She launched herself into the arms of her father, Floyd.
Floyd smiled at his daughter’s enthusiasm at seeing him,”Hey sweetie. You happy to see me?”
“Of course! I missed you!”, she said as she kisses her dad’s cheek.
“Well I missed you too. How is school goin’? You keepin’ them high grades like you promised?”, Floyd asked Zoe.
“Of course! I’ve been working hard in math. I can’t seem to get a hold on the current lesson.”, she responded as they made their way to the TV area to watch a movie.
“Well I want you to know that I’m proud of you for keepin’ with it. If it were me, I would quit or somethin’.”, he congratulated. Zoe smiled up at her dad proudly.
“Well, uh, I got someone that I’d want you to meet, only if you want to of course.”, he offered.
“Sure Dad. I don’t mind at all.”, Zoe responded.
“Well this friend is a, um, a special friend.”, Floyd tried to elaborate.
Zoe caught on quickly,”DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?”
Floyd tried to calm her down,”Now now just lis-”
“OH DAD I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!”, Zoe exclaimed, she hugged Floyd tightly.
Floyd hugged her back,”Thanks baby. Now when (Y/N) comes, I want you to not say anything super embarrassing about me. You go that?”
She pulled away and nodded,”Yeah, yeah. I promise not to.”
“Okay, I trust you. Now, let’s watch a movie”, he moved on.
-skip to the next visit with (Y/N)-
Floyd stood next to (Y/N) at Zoe’s mom’s door. “Now listen, um, Zoe can be very passionate about things. Sometimes to others she can seem like too much.”
(Y/N) interrupted him quickly,”I’m sure I’ll love her. I’ve never met a kid I don’t like.”
He slightly smiled and knocked on the cream door. The door immediately whipped open to be shown a beaming Zoe. “Hi (Y/N)! It’s nice to meet you! My name’s Zoe but I’m sure you already know that. Just like how I already know your name. My dad told me your’s and he told you mine.”
(Y/N) chuckled at Zoe’s pure adorableness,”Well yes, your dad did tell me your name.”
Zoe smiled and motioned for you to come in. Floyd followed you two inside and closed the door behind you two. “So, I was thinking we could eat ice cream and play board games!”, Zoe suggested.
“I’m okay with that.”, Floyd nodded as she got out the ice cream,”You alright with that (Y/N)?”
“Yeah, of course!”, they replied. Floyd smiled and was happy that they were okay with it. Floyd cared about his daughter’s opinion. Him and (Y/N) hadn’t officially stated that she was his girlfriend yet. He wasn’t going to say that until Zoe gave him her approval.
“Oh and you both have to wear animal onesies!”, Zoe announced.
“Wait what? Now Zo-”, he started.
“Come on Floyd. It will be fun.”, (Y/N) tried to reason. Floyd looked between the two girls.
He sighed,”Fine. Just give me the thing.”
Zoe rushed to her room and brought out 3 different onesies,”Here you go! A puppy for me, lion for dad, and monkey for (Y/N).” She handed you yours and directed you to the bathroom to change. The onesie was a little too big for you but was comfortable none the less. Once you changed, you walked out back to where Zoe and Floyd were. They both looked so adorable in their onesies. Floyd looked over to you with the poofy hood on,”Am I beautiful?”
You nodded and tried to stifle a laugh,”Don’t worry, I won’t tell the team.”
“Thank you for that. I owe you.”, he responded,”Now let’s play those games.”
It’s day 13 of the 30 day challenge! I know this isn’t DC but I’m shaking things up a bit. I love Voltron and I’ve had this head cannon swimming around my head for a while and I think today’s prompt is perfect for it. Fret not though, we go back to DC tomorrow.
For the full list of the prompts I will be doing for this writing challenge and the ones I have already completed, go here. Enjoy!
You were trembling in fear as your abductors dragged you through the halls of the ship. They stopped you in front of the door and spoke to you in a dialect you didn’t understand. You stammered and stuttered, trying to tell them you didn’t understand them but their patience wore thin.
The soldiers opened the door and pushed you into the small room with a hard shove. You stumbled and fell to the ground with a hard smack. When you fell you twisted your ankle. Pain shot through your leg and you let out a cry of pain. You heard the soldier laugh at your cry as the door closed behind you. You cradled your ankle in your hands feeling it begin to swell up.
“Move! They’re hurt!” A deep commanding voice ordered when the guards were gone. The voice parted the eclectic crowd of strange looking aliens and the familiar face of a human man came into view. You couldn’t help but to feel that you recognized him from somewhere but you weren’t quite sure where.
“I’m fine.” You insisted as the man crouched down to examine your injury. “I think it’s just a sprain.” You say. You could feel the shooting pain slowly turn into throbbing. After he inspected your ankle himself he was satisfied with your diagnosis.
“I think you’re right. There not much we can do about it here though.” He said gesturing around to the crowded cell. You suddenly realized where you recognized this man.
“Your Shiro aren’t you? The Kerberos pilot? I’m [Y/N], I was on the Kerberos recovery mission when I was abducted. Where are the other crew members?” You inquired looking around the cell in hopes of finding more humans but you were disappointed.
“I don’t know where they are. I think they’re at a work camp far away from here.” He answered honestly.
“Where is here?” You asked. This place … everything was alien. You had joined the Garrison in hopes to explore the galaxy one day but this wasn’t what you had in mind. You had no idea what the soldiers wanted you for, never mind why they were collecting such a strange combination of being and stuffing them into a cell.
“From what I can gather we’re on an alien warship. I think they’re searching for something.” He said taking a seat beside you. You can’t imagine how long it’s been since he’s been able to communicate with someone. By the looks of his clothing his must have been here for a while.
“What do they want us for?” You asked. A dark look came over his eyes.
“We’re their entertainment.” He stated darkly. Your eyes widened and panic started to rise in your chest at his words.
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“We’re all Gladiators. Every couple of days they’ll come in and take a couple of us to fight to the death for their amusement.” He said his eyes remaining trained on the ground. You began to feel your panic manifest. Your breathing quickened and tears started to prick at your eyes. Shiro noticed you start to panic and pulled you into his arms, holding you in a tight comforting embrace.
“We’re going to get out of here, alright? You are not going to die on this ship. We are going to go home.” He insisted holding you tight in his arms. His words were just what you needed to hear and you started to calm down.
“How?” You asked against his chest.
“I’m still trying to figure that out.” He replied.
Day after day passed and the guards took a handful of people returning with far fewer than had left. When you numbers dwindled to next to nothing they would bring in another herd of abductees to fill the cell. You and Shiro remained to be the only humans of the group.
One day the guards came in and herded a group to send the the arena. One of the guards looked to where you and Shiro sat together trying to go unnoticed and pointed in your direction and commanded you to rise. Shiro stood up in your place and attempted to join the other scared souls. The guard stopped him by placing a forceful hand on his chest.
“No Champion. Her.” He commanded pointing directly at you with his blade. You slowly rose to your feet. Your feet felt heavy as you made your way to the others.
“NO! This fight is mine.” He growled at the alien soldier. The soldier turned and butted the handle of his blade against Shiro’s side. He fell to his knees clutching his side at the force of the attack.
“And I say it’s hers.” The soldier said arrogantly. He grabbed you by the hair and threw you into line with the other tributes.
“Survive.” Shiro gasped out to you almost inaudibly as you were led past him. You were terrified when you entered the ring. You opponent was just as frightened as you but you came out the winner. You were the one who wanted to survive the most.
You felt horribly about what you had to do but you didn’t have a choice. One of you had to die and you weren’t going to let it be you. You cried in Shiro’s lap that night as he gently stroked your hair and comforted you. He understood what you were going through and was there to support you each night that you were forced to fight.
In the midst of the danger and uncertainty you and Shiro began to fall in love with each other. It was hard not to when you were spending all of your time together and going through much of the same traumas.
You were thankful that the Galra never forced you to fight Shiro but you were sure that it was only a matter of time before they pitted the two long surviving champions against one another. You hoped to find a way off this ship before that happens.
Most of the aliens preferred to ignore you two. Odds were that one of you would be the ones pitted against them so they kept their distance. The space that the others gave you provided you and Shiro with a false sense of solitude. You became careless in your displays of affection and eventually the more sadistic Galra soldiers caught on.
One day while they were picking tributes they pulled both of you to your feet. You assumed that you weren’t going to be fighting each other but the thought nagged at the back of your mind. They wouldn’t want to get rid of one of their two main attractions would they?
Your fears were brought to reality when they handed both you and Shiro weapons and threw you into the ring. You looked at him wide eyed with fear as you slowly proceeded into the roaring arena.
Survive. You every muscle screamed but there was no surviving this situation. You couldn’t kill Shiro. You wouldn’t.
“Shiro. I can’t do this.” You cried pulling him into your arms, not caring about the audience you had. If this was going to be your last moments, you wanted it to be in his arms.
“Yes you can. Survive” He urged pulling you closer in his arms. The crowd grew restless as they waited for the action to start. Galra soldier framed every exit of the arena. There was no escape.
“No. I won’t kill you.” You insisted taking his face in your hands and looked deep into his eyes. “You have a better chance of escaping and going back to Earth than I ever did. Please Shiro, I love you. I can’t kill you.” You sobbed. He took your face into his hands and planted a deep passionate kiss on your lips.
“You’re strong [Y/N]. Stronger than you realize. You can do this. I love you.” He whispered encouragingly, resting his forehead against yours. He placed his blade into your open hand and nodded to you to give you permission. You shook your head, tears distorting your vision.
“No!” You cried out so that all in the arena could hear. You deliberately threw both of the weapons out of reach. “We fight no longer!” You cried with strength and fury.
Suddenly there was a flurry of activity and the Galra soldiers rushed the arena and pulled you and Shiro away from each other. You were dragged far through the hallways until they threw both of you down at the feet of a Galra officer. The soldiers spoke in their unfamiliar dialect but you got the gist of it. They were determining you and Shiro’s fate.
“I have use for the male.” A shrouded woman lifted Shiro’s chin and inspected him. “But he does require modifications.” She slithered. She waved her hand towards a nearby soldier. He stepped forward, drew his blade and brought it down against Shiro’s arm.
“Shiro!” You cried as he doubled over in pain. They dragged him away to god knows where and left you to the mercy of the officer. The woman stopped and turned to address him before leaving.
“Do what you wish with the girl.” She said waving nonchalantly towards you. You cried out Shiro’s name again as she left with him. The last thing you saw was his unconscious body being dragged from the room when you felt a sharp blow hit your head and your world went black.
Barry was good at saving people, great even. Barry was great at science, it came so naturally to him. One thing he was most definitely not good at was talking to beautiful girls. You were that girl. You were the girl that would make him forget every word he ever knew when you were near him. He would always stare at you and would quickly look away when you caught him. He would always whisper to Joe, Cisco, or Caitlyn about how he should approach you. He was in deep, and he had no way of knowing how to deal with it.
To you Barry Allen was an adorable, genius, jerk that could die for all you cared. He always answered your questions with one word responses. He always seemed to be staring at you. He was always whispering to others about you. You hated him with a passion, but you also loved him. You had previously been friends with Cisco from college. He told you stories about Barry, attempting to set you two up. Those stories were a contributing factor to you joining Team Flash. That and working with Harrison Wells would be one of the greatest things to happen to you in a long time.
When you joined, you felt like you entered an adoptive family or something. Everyone was so close and welcoming, except for Barry. Any time you tried to compliment him or congratulate him after a mission gone well, he seemed to ignore you. It hurt you. You hadn’t done anything wrong to him. Here he was acting like you were the plague, you were done with it! You were going to stop trying to make him like you. You were giving up. As much as it hurt you to do so, you had to.
But it was becoming a harder thing to do when you were assigned to be Barry’s “nurse” after the more damaging fights. So here you are standing in front of Barry whilst you dab anesthetic on the cut on his shoulder. You were silent, and so was he. He kept staring at the floor with a blank face.
“Barry, are you okay?”, you asked as you were about to stitch him up, but there was no response. He was still staring at the floor. “Barry!”, you said again to get his attention.
“What- Oh, sorry.”, he said looking up at you with a disinterested look.
“What is up with you?”, you asked as you grabbed the supplies to stitch him up from the table across the lab.
“It’s nothing. It’s nothing at all.”, Barry responded with a monotone voice.
You turned back to him, to find him staring at the same spot on the floor again,” Barry, whatever it is you can tell me.”
He scoffed,” No, I cannot.”
That was your breaking point. You slammed your supplies on the table,” What is up with you?! Why are you such a jerk to me? I’ve tried so hard to get you to like me. I’ve talked to Cisco and Iris and Joe and everyone to try and get on your good side. I watched all of your favorite movies, read your favorite books, and tried to learn something about forensics to try and have something to talk you about! And here you are being a complete jerk to me! What did I do to you! Huh?”
Barry sat stunned at what you said. He didn’t know that that’s how he was coming off. “I’m- I’m sorry.”, he mumbled out. What are you supposed to say when someone lets out such a rant like your’s.
“You’re sorry? Is that all you’ve got to say?”
“Well, what do you want me to say?”
You sighed, annoyed,” I don’t know. Just let me stich you up and forget I said anything.” You picked up your supplies again and walked back to Barry. He was silent as you stuck the needle in and out of him.
Once you were done, you wiped away the excess blood,”There ya go, all done.”. You then quickly walked out of the lab. Cisco walked in after you as Barry was putting his shirt on.
“Did you tell her?”, Cisco pressed.
Barry sighed and ran his hand through his hair,” No, she’s pretty mad at me. Now I gotta fix that.”