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Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
yj_anon wrote in yj_anon_meme

I am so sorry for the delay, guys. Life has been hectic lately (exams, haha) and I lost track.

Part two here!

Part three here!

Part four here!

Part five here!

Feel free to reprompt posts from parts one, two, three or four in part five once. If you do so, I'd recommend leaving a link to your fill on the original prompt, in case somebody is tracking the first thread.

Please note that you can still fill over at parts one and two- just don't prompt there! I encourage you all to go through looking for older things to fill.
Welcome to the Young Justice: Animated anonymous fic meme!

How does it work? Basically, you leave prompts, and people fill them with glorious fic. Pretty simple. Anonymity is allowed for those that feel nervous or awkward requesting or filling, but it isn't actually obligatory. Unlike a lot of memes (like kink memes) this doesn't have a particular focus beyond the fandom. Het, gen, slash, femslash, anything else you can think up? Welcome! Crack, drama, angst? Go nuts!

However, we do have some...

Rules and guidelines.

• Animated canon only, please. Crossovers are fine, so is integrating comics/etc. stuff into animated canon, but no outright Young Justice comic stuff, please.
• Be reasonable. Polite. Etc. You may be anonymous, but that is no excuse for being ridiculous.
• Likewise, be considerate in your prompting. Trigger warnings are appreciated (for content that may seriously upset people with past experience, such as rape/non-con, self harm, suicide, etc.- at the absolute least, please make it clear what the fic contains about before someone stumbles across it halfway through!), and please be careful with your wording. Memes like this often touch on some sensitive material. If you feel somebody has posted an actively offensive prompt, please either PM me or use the mod post here to bring it to my attention.
• One prompt per post, please!
• Repeat after me: Your Kink Is Not My Kink. Don't attack people's prompts because they aren't your cup of tea!
• Look, just don't wank up a storm in general. I'm sure we can all manage, right? :)

ETA: Please do not reprompt things until we reach a second part. In addition, I encourage anyone looking for things to fill to go back through previous pages. A lot of people have old prompts tracked, so your fills will still be seen!

This is the 'flat' view of the page; it shows comments in the order they're posted, rather than as threads. Makes it easier to see new fills on previous pages.

I'll look at getting a Delicious or Diigo or something-or-other archive up for filled prompts if it gets to the point we feel it'd be useful. In the meantime, have fun!

ETA: We now have a discussion post if you need one!

ETA: I need help with archiving! Also, we set up a fill post. Can you please leave links to any fic you write there. See the post for more details. Thanks!ETA: GUYS. I am officially making the 'PM me about offensive prompts' thing obligatory. Please, I have difficulty keeping up without your wonderful help!

Incidentally, being polite includes not telling people they're being 'too sensitive' for being bothered by things. Just sayin'. This place is a safe space, in so much as I can make it one, and I don't really like the rhetoric of 'oh, if you're offended you're oversensitive' that I'm seeing in a couple places? Remember: people may have had different experiences than you that influence their view. Don't assume. :)
ETA: Since apparently it doesn't come under some of your definitions of 'civility':


I don't care if you hate that ditz M'gann, I don't care how much you think Kaldur is sooo boring, I don't care if you think Artemis is a bitch, I don't care if you want Wally to go die, I don't care how much you want Superboy to punch himself into oblivion or how bratty you think Robin is. This is not a place to ask for fic that is for nothing more or less than to satisfy said hate. We have and welcome fans of ALL CHARACTERS here, and it's just insulting and rude to tear them down.

And this is not the same as asking for a single prompt where they're AU and evil, or for a prompt where they mess up in some way, or even where they get called out on something they did if you feel it would make a good story. But come the hell on, guys.

ETA: Please see this recent post regarding certain issues we've been having. Thank you.

ETA: Are you offering anything for charity in the recent fandom auctions for relief efforts? If you are, feel free to promote/browse/etc. here!

ETA: New affilate - DC comics meme!

ETA: At several people's requests - rec post & general finding-things post!

ETA: New affilate - YJ kink meme!

ETA: Since part four seems to be going so fast- poll about the next prompt freeze!

ETA: Okay guys, the next freeze is going to be halfway through this part- at 2,500 comments or so. People have said they wanted it to be a little quicker coming this time! So, yes. And then we may or may not have one before the next part itself. Crap, I forgot I left this on! We didn't need one this time guys, since stuff seems to have calmed down a bit. The next part is due soon though and I know stuff might pick up now it's airing again (!!!), so we'll see what happens.

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Just Like Bad Wallpaper [1/3]

It started with Wally, obviously. Bruce had even actively encouraged Dick to invite Wally over, wanting his ward to have friends he could relate to. Well, 'actively' is a relative term, but he basically just never said no, and at some point Dick just stopped asking and started assuming.

Somehow, the room next door to Dick's ended up in a perpetual half-cleaned state, with Flash paraphernalia and a few other superhero things mixed in, too. It didn't even occur to Bruce to look until one day, when Dick left for a study group with a Flash hoodie over his shoulder.

He opened the door, blinked, and turned and yelled, “Alfred!”

Alfred magically appeared down the hall, and Bruce said, “What is this?”

“I know it's a mess, sir, but the war against Master Wallace's natural entropy is proving quite daunting,” Alfred said, leaning in to look at the underwear hanging from the bedpost and the comics and books scattered everywhere.

“No, I meant, since when does he have a room?” Bruce asked in bewilderment.

“Really, Master Bruce, one would think you unobservant. Master Wallace moved in about a year ago.”

“Oh,” he said. But it didn't really make much difference in the end, except to keep Dick happy, so he let it go.


The first time Kaldur came over, it was because he was bleeding out, and the Batcave was the nearest safe haven. Bruce stitched the boy up, and got him hooked up on IVs and a water-breathing tube of his own invention, designed to help Atlanteans survive on the surface.

He hadn't expected to need it so soon, but he was glad to see it worked. It wasn't strictly necessary in this case, but it should help, if only just a little.

They were all exhausted, and all of them were covered in blood, mostly Aqualad's. Bruce sent Dick upstairs to shower, with the promise he could return to check on his friend, who was holding steady. He made this promise with the silent conditional of if you're still awake, and met Alfred's eyes over Dick's head.

Dick didn't come back down, and Bruce used the shower in the cave. He sat up for hours yet to monitor the boy, until Alfred came to relieve him for an hour or two.

The Batcave had a high-tech infirmary that most hospitals would be jealous of, but it was never built for long-term convalescence. Put simply, it was not a comfortable place to be. And although Kaldur'ahm was technically healed by Bat-standards, that is, walking and talking, he still wasn't able to stand for long periods of time.

Dick kept giving him the eyes, and Alfred kept handing out cutting little remarks about comfort and relative recovery time, and the poor lad, so Bruce finally just gave up and moved him to a room upstairs.

If it ended up being the one across the hall from Dick's, well, Bruce just said 'a room', and left it to them to sort out.


Just Like Bad Wallpaper [2/3]

Dick could keep a secret to save his life, but that was about it. He was really bad about hiding things he didn't want to hide, and he didn't like keeping important information, like, say, his name from his team, whom he trusted. So Bruce honestly knew it was only a matter of time.

So he wasn't as surprised as he could have been when he wandered into the kitchen one morning to find Superboy at the breakfast table.

He grunted an acknowledgment and shuffled right on past, heading for the cupboard.

“I told you this was a bad idea!” Superboy hissed, and Dick laughed. Bruce had his back to them, but he knew his ward well enough to know he was putting a reassuring hand on Superboy's shoulder and smiling.

“Nah, I told you, it's fine. He's just kind of a zombie until he has his coffee. It's nothing personal.”

Bruce ignored this, because he could function perfectly fine without caffeine, thankyouverymuch. He could, really.

He sat down, and scowled at the piece of toast on his plate. Butter magically appeared from across the table, so he slathered some on the bread, opened the newspaper, and then took a bite of toast. He shoved his plate of bacon out in front of him, and it promptly disappeared, crunching sounds heralding the arrival of a sausage link beside his toast, as he and Dick automatically readjusted Alfred's balanced breakfasts to their personal tastes.

He could feel Superboy's—no, Conner's eyes on him, but he ignored it, sticking the sausage link in his mouth, picking up the newspaper and mug of coffee, and wandering away down the hall to get dressed.

“Told you so,” Dick said behind him, and Sup—Connor asked, “Is he always like that?” and he dismissed the whole event, focused on the stock market's closing price from last night.

Connor wasn't there when he got home, but he came back, now and again. Dinner time when all four, or even three of the boys were in house soon became a localized disaster, but Dick smiled and laughed and climbed on Connor and bantered with Kaldur and threw peas at Wally, so he couldn't really bring himself to care that much.


Bruce didn't really notice M'gann as much as he noticed random plates of cookies and brownies and everything ranging from banana bread to Divinity left out where hungry teenage boys and wandering mentors would find it.

In fact, he didn't really think much about it, until he walked into the kitchen one afternoon to get a water bottle. He was messing with the programming of Robin's wrist-comm, and walked right back out.

Something was wrong. There had been movement when he'd walked in, and stillness when he walked out.

He leaned back through the doorway to see a floating bowl of chocolate batter and matching mixing spoon just hanging in the air. He quirked an eyebrow, and M'gann slowly wiped into being, head to toes, “Um,” she said, and a lump of batter dropped from the spoon to the floor. “Oops, wait, I'll get that, silly me, I was just—”

Only she turned too fast, and a thin stream of batter was flung out, coating the walls and his face.

Megan made a sound like argleerk, and froze.

Bruce dragged his finger through the batter, then stuck it in his mouth.

“Needs vanilla,” he said, and walked out.

As long as the kitchen was clean enough to make supper in, he didn't mind. On second thought, maybe they'd order pizza tonight, and he could relegate the teens to the TV room, and finally have a little peace and quiet. Then he licked his finger again, and amended that to 'peace and quiet and cake'.

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Not OP but this is super cute so far!

Just Like Bad Wallpaper [3/3]

And then he returned from patrol one night to find a boy jacking the front tires of the Batmobile.

It was a pretty forgone conclusion that he'd end up slung in the car and taken back home to be trained.

“Another one of your strays, Master Bruce?” Alfred asked, looking the boy up and down.

Jason waved jauntily at him, and Alfred returned the gesture with a proper little bow.

“Alfred, would you mind making up a room? Maybe the red one?” The red one had motion sensors installed, along with various other security measures, and was the most wired guest room in the house.

Alfred coughed. “Beg pardon, sir, but Master Roy currently occupies that room.”

“Roy has a room here?”

“Yes, sir. He hasn't been in residence for a while, but the room remains ready for his no doubt eventual return.”

Bruce blinked, but moved on. “Okay. The green one?”

“Miss Megan, I believe.”

“The blue one?” he asked rather desperately.

“Master Kaldur'ahm, sir.”

Bruce stared at him. “How did I not notice this? How many teenagers live at my house anyways?”

“All of them, sir,” Alfred droned, in the way he always did while hiding a smile at Bruce's expense. “Might I suggest the white room near Master Dick's?”

“So, I'll have lots of brothers and sister?” Jason asked. “And they all do what you do? Beat up bad guys, I mean?”

Bruce intelligently said, “Er,” which was confirmation enough for Jason.

“Best day ever!” he cheered. “Thanks, Bruce,” he added, throwing away just enough pride to give his new mentor's waist a quick squeeze, and he looked up and said, “You won't regret this, I promise!”


He thought it was probably a measure of how messed up his life had become that, when he reached into the dryer to get some socks and came up with a pair of girl's panties instead, his first thought was, oh, good, they gave Artemis a room. They've finally accepted her as team.

Then the lack of cloth and the color gave him pause, and he hurriedly dropped them back in the machine, wiping his hand on his shirt.

He felt his stomach sink as a horrible thought occurred to him. Surely Green Arrow had not let his sidekick out without giving her the talk, right? All the kids had had it, right?

Except Superboy. And Dick, he knew that, and probably Miss Martian, too; cultural differences and all, but surely the rest...?

Well, shit.

Maybe he could get Alfred to do it.


“Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.”

Re: Just Like Bad Wallpaper [3/3]

LOL so hard over Jason's line of not regretting it.

Poor Bruce.

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Aw, adorable. YJ!Bats is so the cool team dad. Also, Jason's enthusiasm for his crime fighting sibs is both cute and horribly tragic.

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This was absolutely adorable. Your Bruce was hilarious! <3

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I laughed aloud. xD This is a beautiful thing.

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Heheheh. I luvs it.

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"So I'll have lost of brothers and sister?"

OH Jason...You're so schmoopy. I love it, great job anon

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Loving you, brotha ~ ;D

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Oh my god, I just had the worst night and the longest day and I come home to THIS!!! ^_____^ This was amazing and so cute and exactly what I needed/wanted. I love the fact that Bruce didn't notice that Wally had been living there for a year, that Jason gets lots of brothers and sisters, and that there's a room for Roy!!! Also, 'peace and quiet and cake' sounds like the greatest idea ever. And the last part had me laughing so much that my roommates thought I went insane. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! (Ok, I'll stop now, I promise!)

Re: Just Like Bad Wallpaper [3/3]

Oh, my heart...this was just *beautiful*--sweet and hilarious by turns, with just a hint of the pain that came before the solidification of this family.

"...when he reached into the dryer to get some socks and came up with a pair of girl's panties instead, his first thought was, oh, good, they gave Artemis a room."
I LOVE your Bruce. He goes from "default is no, so silence must = yes" to such a constant worry about his team/family that his first thought leaps to it instantly. And yet, there are some things that will always be better suited to Alfred's unflappable style. (Sidenote: I love how Alfred kind of facilitates this whole thing.)

"Dick could keep a secret to save his life, but that was about it."
I love how each of these kids crept in (didn't get to see Roy's, but I can see him grumbling and kicking right up until Dick shoves all his weaponry into a closet and starts labeling boxes). Wally was obvious, but I like that Kaldur was next, and that Bruce had already anticipated safety measures for him!

"...crunching sounds heralding the arrival of a sausage link beside his toast, as he and Dick automatically readjusted Alfred's balanced breakfasts to their personal tastes."
I have a weakness for nonverbal communication, so this exchange between Bruce and Dick just knocked me flat. They're so adorable sometimes I can't even--Anyway, Conner's insecurity was equally adorable (in a bittersweet way), and I laughed at the idea of Dick using him as a humanoid jungle gym (acrobatic antics abound!).

"Megan made a sound like argleerk, and froze."
She just coated The Batman's face with cake batter! "Needs vanilla." ::flail:: All kinds of win--especially how Bruce was looking forward to the cake and just thinking about working around these new factors in his life.

"It was a pretty forgone conclusion that he'd end up slung in the car and taken back home to be trained."
Oh Bruce, it IS still you. And it looks like a much better beginning (and journey, period) for Jason. I don't know if I should cheer for him or cry for his alternate. Both. Yes. Both.

Thought I should admit that when I first saw the title, I read, "Just like Bat Wallpaper." ::facepalm::

<3 to this fill, and <3 to you, anon!

Re: Just Like Bad Wallpaper [3/3]

I found this through the fanfiction recommendations page on tvtropes, and I was not disappointed. Your Jason bits had me positively flailing with joy. Batman's point of view was done brilliantly.

Re: Just Like Bad Wallpaper [3/3]

AHAHAHAHAHA!! This is AWESOME! I LOVE the end. Lol

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