chaotic-melody:

Title: Listen

Pairing: Bluepulse

Characters: Jaime and Bart, with some mentions of other team members

a/n: I don’t even know anymore.

 So, I wrote this for funkypunkr in the middle of class, so it’s pretty ridiculous. 

(I’ve never written slash fics before this fandom, but all of a sudden it’s like I’ve been writing them all the time. Curse you, bluepulse and snaibsel!)

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nightwank:
“ nightwank:
“ hobbes1993 asked: Hello I was wondering if you are still taking request for Bluepulse picture. If so then I was wondering can you please draw one like Bart wearing bunny ears trying to get Jaime attention. Thank you for...

nightwank:

nightwank:

hobbes1993 asked: Hello I was wondering if you are still taking request for Bluepulse picture. If so then I was wondering can you please draw one like Bart wearing bunny ears trying to get Jaime attention. Thank you for reading this message. ^^

im still taking requests!!! (and commissions)

yj fic: snow angels

theninjaboyfriend:

title: snow angels
rating: PG
characters/pairings: Jaime, Bart, BluePulse
summary: Bart’s never made a snow angel before and Jaime really needs to remedy that.
author’s note: i wrote this at about one in the morning so i’m not entirely sure it’s any good but READ ON

Not that Bart would ever admit it, but he’d kind of been waiting—rather impatiently—for Jaime to get there. Yeah, maybe he was a little excited to see his boyfriend, so what?

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(Source: littlechinesedoll)

OMG

spiritofgracekelly:

BEST IDEAS EVER

  1. BIRDFLASH AND SNAIBSEL DOUBLE DATE
  2. SNAIBSEL BEING MENTORS TO BLUEPULSE. (Sharing their expieriences as a gay couple, how they got over homophobes, that kind of stuff).

I THINK I’LL TAKE A TRY THE FIRST ONE, BUT ANYBODY ELSE WANT TO FIC THESE IDEAS?

gundamuubitch:
“Forgive me friends for I have shipped.
But I regret fucking NOTHING
Also what is anatomy?
”

gundamuubitch:

Forgive me friends for I have shipped. 
But I regret fucking NOTHING


Also what is anatomy? 

smallpotatoescolored:

Title: Flashbacks

Show: Young Justice

Pairing: Bluepulse

Rating: going with Mature because of trigger below

Trigger Warning: ungraphic implied attempted rape

Summary: Bart has a flashback while making out with Jaime. (Because its my headcanon that he has some form of PTSD or something with similar symptoms)

Bart’s back slams against the wall of the Hall of Justice. And, in the same impatiently passionate way, Jaime’s lips collide with his. Jaime’s tongue is so delicious, the movements between their lips so thrilling, that Bart almost forgets. Suddenly Jaime’s hand, still covered in the Bluebeetle armor, as only Jaime’s face is exposed, runs through Bart’s hair. Jaime pulls at Barts head until he’s looking up at the ceiling, with Jaime ravish his exposed neck with hickeys.

And, Bart convinces himself he doesn’t even remember how there wasn’t a ceiling on the Hall of Justice the last time this happened. Or WILL happen? No. Not now. Bart changed the future.

The scarab’s armor stretches away from Jaime’s other hand trapping one of Bart’s wrists and forms what feels like a cuff. Bart’s breath hitches and he can feel himself start to vibrate, but not in the way he was before. Desperate for skin to skin contact, but not for the previous passionate reason, he gasps out and reaches at Jaime’s face with his one free hand.

“Jaime, what is the scarab doing?” He’s pretty sure he managed to keep his voice even.

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yj drabble: first kiss

theninjaboyfriend:

title: first kiss
rating: PG
characters/pairings: Jaime, Bart, BluePulse

There was a lot that Jaime didn’t know about Bart. Honestly, there was a lot no one knew about Bart and every time Jaime figured something out, he saw Bart differently. It wasn’t exactly a bad different or a good different, just… different.

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Eclipse

shini02:

Characters: Bart Allen, Jaime Reyes
Summary: He wants him to hate him.
A/N: AU-ish, future-tense.
Warnings: Rape of the adult/youth variety.

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He can’t remember how or when or why it starts, he only knows that he hates it and wishes it would stop. Whatever he did to deserve this, he’s sorry, and he’d really like to take it back, and he swears he’d do things differently if it meant this would never happen again. But for now, it is happening, that big, strong hand is at the back of his collared neck, pushing him forward, deeper into the hollowed out ruins that once were the Hall of Justice. With every step – every painfully slow step – his heart sinks lower and lower in his chest and his stomach knots and churns with disgust and fear. Which is kind of funny, if he thinks about it, because he knows what’s coming and he shouldn’t be afraid anymore. In fact, he should be used to it. That he’s still afraid and refuses to accept it is a good thing, or so he hopes. It means he hasn’t given up yet, that he still has some fight left in him, some belief that maybe things will change.

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