#oh well she still has plans B - J to get through
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Reluctant War AU Part 3
Part 1 Part 2
More of the brain worm that has taken me over, gonna probably post it to Ao3 here before too long. Already got another part started and so many ideas for additional stuff, someone please send help I've been consumed by this thing lol
Sorry if Waller seems out of character, outside of fandom I'm mostly familiar with her through Justice League the animated show & Justice League: Unlimited and her vibe there has always struck me as "deeply incredibly unlikable character that also kind of has a point but also has done so much fucked up shit in the name of her goals that you don't really care about her point anymore." So you know, complicated lol. If she's completely unrecognizable let me know, but I'm hoping she feels at least somewhat like Waller.
Forgot to say this in the last update, but still feel free to use all this as an overly long prompt if yall want. Literally anything I throw out to the void should be treated as a prompt lol If there's anything at all interesting to you in any of this nonsense go for it <3 <3 <3
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Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.
Ruthless, heartless, vicious, cruel.
She’d been called it all. Wore the words thrown as insults as a badges of pride and valor. Because at the end of the day, when it came to the problems she was given to face, the issues she was meant to solve, those words meant she’d done what others had been too squeamish or cowardly to do. Life was a never ending slog of trolley problems and she the only one unshakable enough to pull the levers that needed pulling.
It wasn’t so simple as a matter of greater good.
Greater good was what the weak willed muttered to themselves after having feelings over doing the bare minimum. A justification used by people on all sides to do what they wanted with fractured, faulty logic thrown around like truth was a thing immutable. To assuage their guilt when they were forced to make a call they didn’t want to.
It wasn’t a matter of greater good. It was a matter of preservation. Of protection. Of digging through the filth to find the threats skittering beneath and crush them with ruthless abandon. Of facing a god and not blinking because if you did it could cost the world.
Of doing what needed to be done, no matter how underhanded or atrocious it was.
Hands dirty.
Hands red.
Hands wrapped tight around the throat of something that could threaten to destroy it all.
When the Ghost Investigation Ward had been shoved her way with it’s sucking wound of a budget, it’s bloated incompetent staff, its asinine methods she’d seen a rotted limb in need of hacking off. It hadn’t been until she’d been conducting her inspection, digging through the trash for a few pearls of effective agents she could snatch up and put to work elsewhere, that she’d truly seen what they were working on. The potential.
Potential to better arm themselves with in the forms of the strange new weapons being created.
Potential for threats far greater than anything even she had thought possible before.
The GIW as it had been when she’d first come across it was a fetid waste of time and resources. A laughing stock agency only secret because no one took them seriously enough to look. Made stupid and useless with its own conceited delusions of importance it didn’t actually have. Yet.
She went to work on it. Hacking away as she’d originally intended, but this time with a different goal in mind. She ripped out the weeds with bare, calloused hands and planted proficiency and loyalty in their place. She took over as director herself, tossing the self-aggrandizing fool that had been running the place into the ground to the dogs as the culprit for misappropriate spendings, saving the agency by tweaking things until their ballooning budget was pinned neatly onto the former director as an embezzling charge.
Then she got to work.
The Fentons were brilliant, if entirely insane. But Amanda could work with that. She’d reigned Harley Quinn in - more or less - she could do the same to the two deranged scientists that so eagerly wanted to be apart of the fight against the dead. Especially when the benefit came in the form of the inventions they threw together so easily, especially when those inventions were weapons.
It took very little to get them on board with her plans for the GIW. Keeping their focus could be a chore, at times, but she didn’t even have to really do much in the way of pressing to get them back where she wanted them. They craved knowledge and understanding nearly as much as they craved the eradication of the entities themselves. Letting them have the first look at a new subject here, free reign over a vivisection there, it took so little to fuel their fervor and keep them busy working on the projects she set for them.
Things had been going smoothly.
For a time at least.
Until Phantom.
He’d been the main focus of the previous director’s attention, the big fish he’d so desperately wanted to catch and put up on his wall. Amanda wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a tempting prospect, but not one she’d put above the other projects she had set in motion since taking over. No, Phantom was powerful, enough to be a real problem one day, but she could the awkward youth in the way he held himself, the inexperience in how he handled situations. She had time to get everything else in order before focusing on getting Amity Park’s would-be hero brought to heel.
And he would be brought to heel. One way or another.
Hands dirty.
Hands red.
Hands wrapped tight around the Core of a fledgling god and bending him to her will.
An artifact, old an powerful, recovered with some effort. A means of controlling specters, of chaining them to the will of the artifact’s wielder. Dangerous in the wrong hands. Dangerous in the right hands.
It was shattered, and even whole and functional Phantom was resistant to its power. But Amanda Waller prided herself in her ability to see the potential in things. It could be repaired, be made better. Even gods could be bound, be made to kneel, with the right pieces, with the right application of force.
It was just a matter of time to gather everything needed.
Phantom didn’t know he could single handedly destroy every last member of the Justice League. The baby fat, the innocent eyes, the split-second hesitations when he fought. He knew enough to be confident in fighting the usual ghosts that haunted Amity Park, but he still very much saw himself as a little fish. Maybe it was the part of him that was still Daniel Fenton, gangly teenager not quite sure what he was truly capable of yet.
She had time before the Fenton’s son truly became an issue. Time to judge if his parents’ obsessiveness would overcome their - rather shoddy, by Amanda’s estimation - parental instincts and continue to hunt him once they knew the truth. Time to get as much out of them as she could before hand, should they falter at the idea of attacking their own son. Time for the staff to be repaired and returned to working order, to get the other items needed for the truly big fish hidden on the other side of the veil between worlds.
She had time.
Until she didn’t.
Pariah Dark had not been something she thought she’d have to account for - not yet, at least.
If he wasn’t already dead, she’d ring the Ghost King’s neck with her bare hands. His arrival had opened Phantom’s eyes to what he was capable of, of just how big of a fish he was. Worse still, Phantom’s defeat of the war mongering King changed the state of play. Phantom was no longer an impressively powerful half dead teenager.
He was King Infinite.
He was an Ancient.
He was getting on her last damn nerves.
Phantom’s rogue gallery were now firmly under the boy’s control. Still distinct nuisances around Amity Park, but no longer considered true concerns. They were loyal to their boy king, delighting in ruffling his feathers but never crossing the line into treason or attempted regicide. Which meant that the GIW was the only thing that held his attention.
Amanda took the time to send a care package to the former GIW director in his tiny, dank prison cell. As thanks for his carelessness in revealing to the entire town - both living and dead - of the agency’s existence and their intentions. Had he stuck to standard protocol, Phantom would have been none the wiser to their presence. Would have scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders at the ghost that went missing upon occasion. Would have been boredly uninterested in the people his parents had begun working with. Would have been taken by surprise when they finally came for him.
But no.
No that self-obsessed, fame chasing imbecile had to go and announce to everyone and their dead mother that the GIW existed and exactly what it was they were in Amity Park to do.
Phantom knew what they were there to do.
They could only count on his naive certainty that he could broker peace with them for so long.
Peace. As if he and his people weren’t the invading force, the monsters slipping in through the cracks between worlds, the latest threat that had to be accounted for. As if he himself hadn’t rent their world asunder himself in another world, another time. No. Peace was not something they could hash out with this baby-faced monarch with his too-big crown. Peace was the assurance of safety, security. Of control of the situation.
There could be no peace.
The higher ups were somehow surprised when Phantom took that to mean there would be war.
Amanda Waller was not.
The Fentons, as suspected, took the right side when all was revealed. Steady hands and flinty eyes as they crafted the weapons that would be needed for the coming fight. Minds even sharper in their maddened grief, hearts set on revenge for the son lost and the entity that stole his face and friends and sister in his garish pretense at humanity. They were blinded to the reality of the situation in its entirety, the potential in what their son truly was, but at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. They did what she needed them to do, they could believe whatever it was they wanted so long as they did.
By the time the boy king and his armies marched upon the Amity park facility, preparations had been put into place. The base in Amity had been stripped back to bare essentials, everything of importance moved to more secured locations.
The weapons labs.
The artifact.
The girl.
All tucked well away from the front lines where Phantom and his motley crew could not reach. Their time to be put in play would come, but not yet. First she needed to gauge what Phantom and his people were capable of, what they were willing to do in the name of what they wanted. Amity Park was a pawn well sacrificed on that front. As were the other facilities she’d left easy to find.
The problem with making children gods, with giving them crowns and calling them King and giving them armies to play with, was that they thought there should be rules. That even in the trenches tearing apart their enemies, there was a certain level of playing fair that everyone was held to. They thought there was a way the world worked, of how things should be that blinded them to more effective options even as time stretched on and desperation set in.
It was the Dead’s problem though, not hers.
She reached out to the Justice League. Sour faced, unhappy, bitterly reluctant to accept that she needed their help. Stone faced and barely containing their rage at what little they knew of the situation, they agreed to a meeting.
She didn’t let herself smile until she was well and truly alone in her office.
Greater good. A lie people told themselves. A fairytale told to children. A means of convincing the weaker willed that they had no choice, that they had a noble duty to bend to. A belief that could be wielded like a weapon if the fantasy of the idea had dug in deep enough. And there were few it had dug into so deep as the members of the Justice League.
Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.
Hands dirty.
Hands red.
Hands clenched tight on a victory long in the making.
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Part Four
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#danny fenton#amanda waller#GIW#ghost investigation ward#Jack Fenton#Maddie Fenton#bad parents jack & maddie fenton#cause none of this is angsty enough yet lol#tw references to vivisection#tw references to death#waller out here playing 3d chess#of course she wasn't surprised by the inevitable war she was just hoping she'd have her secret weapon ready before it actually kicked off#oh well she still has plans B - J to get through#and all the variations for each#gonna take care of her ghost problem and her justice league problem in one fell swoop if she gets her way#just throw some GIW agents into the meat grinder for a bit while she gets stuff in order & so she can see just what Danny is willing to do#anyway wonder what Elle is up to during all this#i'm sure she's fine and there's nothing to worry about#waller playing the long con yall
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BSD character’s reactions to screwing up they’re first date with you ( T_T)＼(^-^ )
Includes (most) the ada and port mafia <3
they’ll be pretty short since it’s a lot of characters :P (these exclude kyoka, Q and lemon thing aka kajii)
ADA
Fukuzawa 🗡
he’s probably slightly embarrassed but knowing him I’m sure it wasn’t too bad of a screw up
in fact it was probably a minor embarrassing moment that happened
it was silence for a split second before you two changed subjects from what happened
the date went pretty smoothly after that
the typa detail that gets left out when you talk about how the date went
Ranpo 👓
he’ll probably realize what’s gonna happen to ruin the date before it does, and either act to make sure it doesn’t
or smoothly addresses it and moves on
just cuz he’s like that 😎🤷♀️ (LOL)
but if something he doesn’t predict happens that crashes your date he’ll be pretty butt hurt
like? How come the worlds greatest detective didn’t see through this??
🙄
you likely end up assuring him it’s fine and continue the date
he sulks and eats snacks when he gets home
your probability of still going on the next date anyway is 89% but he’s still mad that happened
Yosano🥼
she will be pretty bummed out and will starting drinking wine mid date
she may ask if you want some
she’s not sulking or anything but if like where y’all was gonna go is booked/closed you end up just going to some open public area and talking
about how this sucks, what you’ll do next date, if you can do something last minute, that you both doubt you’ll try and go there for a date again and eventually to lighter topics like your hobbies n such
but yeah the date decently recovers
kunikida🤓
YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS MAN IS UTTERLY ENRAGED
in all seriousness he’s s t r e s s i n g
he kinda panics because he planned this out so perfectly and now it’s ruined??
over course he has a back up plan down to z but it’s was supposed to go PERFECT.
(if dazai ruined it for you two he’s gonna choke him out as soon as he sees him)
eventually he stops mumbling and pacing and just takes you to plan b
which actually goes really well!
thankfully it ended in his favor but he’s still gonna spend everyday of his like repenting his first date
because you were his first date with anyone ever
and it was….spoiled. 😀
Dazai💀
you already know mr. slick bounced back immediately
like he went “oh well” and took you to do something else without batting an eye
made it just as fun as the original activity was gonna be
you’d think he had a plan b in mind but he indeed did not
he just had the money to make it look like it 😉
smooth operator 🤪😚
Tanizaki😅
apologizes like a million times
he didn’t mean to ruin it!!
especially if this is your first date too
cuz this is definitely his seeing as though Naomi won’t let him date nobody else 😃😅
(you only got away with him bc Naomi likes you /j)
you guys probably end up walking around and get some ice cream
sitting on a bench and talking
a cat came up to you two and you pet them
All in all it ended peacefully !! <3
(he sulked to Naomi but was grateful things still went alright)
naomi💗
she went “awwww” 🙁
you all likely end up in a arcade and eat some snacks too
You guys use the money you were gonna spend at the original place
it still ends up being pretty fun but you can tell she’s bummed out
you give her a kiss on the cheek at the end of the date to make her feel better 💖
(she immediately perks up)
Kenji🐄
he was kinda like “that stinks” but didn’t even seem sad about it
you two rerouted but couldn’t find anything to do
so you pretty much ended up wandering
not either of you mind, passerby we’re really kind to you and gave you free stuff
At least you didn’t leave empty handed 🤷♀️😋
atsushi🐯
your his first ever date- canon.
so when he realizes he (wasn’t his fault but he feels like it anyway) blew it, he’s utterly disappointed
he explains this is his first date and he wanted it to be special, even more so since it was with someone so cool like you
you hear him out, patting his back and giving him head pats to make him feel better
he even went out of his way to buy some new clothes 😞
you tell him it’s okay but he doesn’t feel that way
he asks if there’s anyway he can make it up to you and insists to buy you something before you go
he gets you something you picked out from a shop
although he’s practically hyperventilating over whether you’ll ghost him or not since he screwed it up
PM
Mori💉
another smooth one
i doubt whatever store/place you were trying to go to was closed because he could just pay to open it back up
so it’s likely something embarrassing/awkward happened instead
HE PROBABLY TOOK ELISE AND SHE SAID SMTH 😂😂😂😂
anyway
if so he immediately corrects her then deactivates his ability……
he wanted her to come on the date so he could take her in the future and have you be used to it
clearly that talk he had about not saying private stuff went in one ear and out the other
he apologizes for whatever inconvenience happened and does what every rich man does :)
throws money at the problem :)
no fr y’all went to every shop and he bought you what you wanted from it
(Hey just the for the record I don’t condone mori’s behavior and i genuinely don’t know why the creator did that—they coulda just left that out he coulda been so much better🧍♀️)
Hirotsu👔
he doesn’t let little things bother him, but a date with someone that’s important to him?
and it gets ruined??
now that’s kinda disappointing
he formally apologizes and asks if there’s anything you have in mind or like to do for compensation
or maybe if it’s not that drastic he’ll just apologize and try to direct the conversation else where
he isn’t sweating it or anything but the blunder was a pain for a hot second
either way he gets through it without letting it stop the entire date as a whole
Koyo👘
is really embarrassed for 3 hot secs before she collects herself, sighing
Is blushing a bit when she asks if your upset and apologizes
she likely planned this date and told you not to worry about it because things like this wasn’t so supposed to happen
luckily for her she switched from her original idea to something else, so now that that hasn’t worked out she can go back
from there the date returns to smooth sailing
she spoils you and tries to get you forget as much as possible
she especially doesn’t want that getting on her reputation if you work at the PM as well
Chuuya🥂
really irritated and swears under his breath while facing away from you
tries to make it look like he has it under control but he’s kinda freaking out
he liked you so much he really wanted this to go well :/
In the end he can’t think of anything and ends up muttering an apologizing before suggesting to go get some wine together
gets even more embarrassed if your not a drinker
he’s mentally slapping himself at this point
you probably end up pitching in and throwing an idea out there yourself, to which your idea works and the rest of the night is really fun! ;3
he keeps mentioning how good your idea was because it totally saved him
He’s happy when he walks through the door of his place, but when he remembers he blew it he gets upset again
spends the rest of the night drinking and thinking about it hoping you still wanna date him
Higuchi🔫
she is a lover who wants to do everything for the one she loves
so finally landing a date with you and blowing it is like her whole world exploding 💥
she becomes frantic in apologizing asking how to make it up to you
even if it was just a minor thing
if she can turn things around she still feels successful but makes precautions not to let that happen again
if not she’s totally bawling her eyes out to gin about it
she does her best to get on your good side before asking for another date
Tachihara⚔️
gets a bit flustered and sheepishly looks at you to see if it bothered you
his reaction depends on yours
if you start complaining about how much of a bummer it is he’ll start to feel bad
he tries to cheer you up and suggests to move to something else
but if your calm n cool about it so is he
he kinda shrugs one shoulder and says “so what now/wanna do somethin’ else instead?”
Akutagawa🧥
*coughs*
”err..guess the place is closed. I checked yesterday and they were open so this must be a fluke..”
he probably awkwardly stands there from there
if your response is too negative he’ll apologize for wasting your time and offer to drive you home
he will likely hesitate before asking you on a date again and makes sure everything is perfect this time
”curse the weretiger” (you hear him mumble this like it’s a swear word before you close the door to your house)
If you don’t mind as much you two will probably just end up chatting somewhere
it ends with him apologizing anyway
(say you enjoyed talking with him and you might be met with wide eyes and a little blush on his face <3)
Gin☺️
blushes, stammers and apologizes like crazy
she feels really ashamed since this is your first date and something went wrong
she covers her mouth with her hand to sort of “hide” out of embarrassment
she even took off her mask and dressed up all cute for you!! :(
luckily! She brought you a gift !
you ended up really liking it and you hugged her for it, which made her feel a bit better
you ask to return the favor by buying her something too
she insists you don’t have to but you end up doing it anyway
you wrap your arm around each other’s waist while you walk which was pretty romantic :)
you kiss her atop her forehead before separating to head home
(if your not in the PM or can’t physically hand yourself—she probably follows you home from a distance, BUT NOT IN A CREEPY WAY. In a ‘she wants to know your home safe’ loving way)
she squeals when she gets home and tells ryuunosuke about the highs and lows of your date 💗
yes as I said pretty short but these were mostly a trial run for fun :)
again this is just me branching out and expirmenting ;P hopes to you enjoyed!!
#anime#anime and manga#luffyvace#anime headcanons#fluff headcanons#fluff#ranpo bsd#atsushi bsd#bsd chuuya#bsd headcanons#bsd#bsd x reader#bsd hcs#bungo stray dogs#bsd dazai#bsd atsushi#bsd fukuzawa#bsd tanizaki#bsd kenji miyazawa#bsd naomi#bsd kunikida#bsd yosano#bsd gin#bsd higuchi#bsd akutagawa#bsd mori#bsd ada#bsd tachihara#bsd koyo#bsd hirotsu
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So as a follow up from my last post regarding my Injustice 3 dream team, I felt like going a step further and post some story mode endings just cause I feel like it and it adds more flavor. This is going to include a long version (the dialogue) and a short version if necessary to explain the details. Enjoy!
Superman:
Being in Clark’s shadow, I never really grasped just how hard some of his fights could be. Darkseid, Doomsday, Mongul, the kind of guys who took everything the Man of Steel had just to contain them. Well now I know. Trigon came to this world to destroy it, and he came pretty close too. Of course, these days you couldn’t tell. It sure took a while, me, Dick, Mera, and all the others put our sweat, blood, and tears into rebuilding a world without the New Order, and i’m proud to say it shows. These days, however, that it’s back to being incognito. I’ll miss the freedom that came with 24/7 capes, but this new gig I got does help with the whole ‘spreading truth’. Oh, if only Clark could see me now.
(Conner’s ending shows him years after the world has been rebuilt. He takes up a reporter position and identity similar to Clark)
Batman:
Being honest here, Bruce was always the one with a jillion contingencies. I know it saved his ass more times than I could count, but I never assumed he would have something in mind for Trigon. I owe you big Bruce, it got me that win we needed. Of course, life in Gotham means you don’t have time to party over beating up a demon lord. Halfway through clean up Talia showed up for a house call. Turns out she and Bruce had a thing a while back, something they agreed to keep private. But now that she’s on the run, she had to come clean. His names Damian al Ghul Wayne. Man, I should have seen this coming. Being Batman means getting saddled with kids you never expect. I mean, I’m a big brother AND a father in one...somehow without that being weird. I never planned to be a parent, but it’s something Bruce went through with me. Maybe when he’s older I’ll tell Damian the truth, and when he’s way older maybe we can talk about Robin. Until then, I think I can get used to this whole ‘being a dad' thing.
(Talia shows up with baby Damian for Dick to take care of)
Red Hood
I don’t know who it was that said something about “conquering your demons”, but I guarantee you they never thought someone would take it literally. Like hell I was gonna let the world fall to Trigon. Now if only Waller could’ve taken the hint that it's time to back off and disband the New Order. Oh well, at least this s!@#show comes with kryptonian shaped benefits. And then there’s this new problem. Conner and I busted up one of Waller’s science center's looking for stashed weapons. We didn’t realize how deep this rabbit hole actually went till we got a peek inside. See, Waller didn’t just want to replace the Justice League, she wanted to control them. As in, crazy b!#%& straight up tried to clone them all. Only one was still alive, project Batman Beyond. Soooo, yeah, now I’ve got a mini-me Bruce defrosting on my couch and wondering what god I pissed off to earn this. I mean me, train the future Batman? Bruce is probably turning in his grave right now, but it's not like Dick is gonna have time for this. Oh well, might as well make a good first impression.
Harley Quinn
Well, whatda know? Little old me was the one to bag the big, bad Trigon. What do ya say about THAT Bats? Well, in all honesty, he had a lot to say about it, but lots more to say about what we gonna do ‘bout this whole New Order something or other. Sure, we got a lot of guys out of those prisons, ones who didn’t deserve all that, but there’s a heck of a lot more who really do need the ol’ padded room special. I guess big Bats was working on a solution to Arkham before he went to that belfry in the sky. Ah well, these plans suck anyway. As Mistah J always said, “it takes a clown to know a clown”. So, goodbye Harley Quinn, and hello Harleen Quinzel; newly promoted warden and chief psychiatrist of Stryker’s Island. These guys are gonna need someone who understands the whole “voices in your head” problem from a firsthand perspective. Best thing I can do is get them the help and hugs they need to go home and get bettah. Of course, for those guys who are here for the laughs and all, maybe a little more PUNCH is required to get my point across.
Catwoman
You know, its times like these that I amaze myself. Let this be a lesson the next time someone tells you, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. ‘sigh’ If only getting my life back together was as simple as beating a demon lord. I guess this is how Bruce must have felt about taking off the suit at the end of the day. I don’t get much ‘me time’ anymore, especially with the New Order still out for my blood. Best thing I can do now is to help the boys clean up Gotham. Ugh, I never thought I’d miss Gotham the way it used to be. Bruce would hate seeing what Waller’s goon squads did to this place. But what we all need right now is a semblance of normalcy in Gotham. And speaking of new norms, the New Order better get used to living it rough. Cause they’ve got more than just me and the bats to worry about, It’s all of us. So come on boys, you’ve kept these lovely ladies waiting long enough, to get even.
(Catwoman forms the Gotham Sirens with Bluebird, Huntress, Manhunter, and Vixen)
Batgirl
I was trained to for one purpose: to kill the Batman. Father told me that anyone else in my way was beneath my skills. Yet somehow, I defeated this creature Trigon, a beast from Hell itself. Does that mean the Batman, the first Batman, was more dangerous than a demon? I suppose I will never know. Father is dead, and my home is now broken apart. The new Batman told me I was welcome to stay with his family even after I told them the truth. But how could I? If not for Trigon, I would have been the one to kill their father. They let me go, but promised I was welcome back if I needed. So many people in this city are without a home now. The New Order and Trigon have left almost nothing left. No shelter, no peace, and no trust. But hope, hope still remains. I found that hope does not die easily in Gotham. Others had begun to follow in the Batman's footsteps even before his death. They are brave, loyal, and kind, but they will need training if we are to survive together. Someday, I can go back to that house on the hill and call it home. But for now, Gotham needs us, it needs Bats.
(Cassandra finds Spoiler, Signal, and Robin (Tim Drake) and decides to train them)
Arsenal
Anyone else would have sat back for a beer and a sigh of relief after kicking Trigons ass, but I had to rush back home. Star City was out of the line of hellfire, but who knows what the New Order had been up to while I was gone. God, I have never been so glad to scoop Lian up and hug her all while she screamed about ‘dad, you’ve got demon all over you’. Me and Ollie never had the best relationship, but at the very least he taught me that at the end of the day, family is what matters in life. And that’s way more relevant than it has to be right now. Waller’s Suicide Squads took to rounding up meta kids while I was away. Most of these guys don’t have any families left to go home to. And well, who else is gonna look after a bunch of unstable, meta pre-teens? Yup, that’s right, yours truly, practiced dad and certified badass himself. This is a long way from training the next gen Teen Titans and all. Right now, we’re just gonna focus on family time. Cause hell, after beating Trigon and saving the world, I could use some downtime.
(Roy adopts Conner Hawke, Mia Dearden, and Grant Emerson and moves into Queen Manor)
Mera:
Now this is a piece of bitter irony; I spent almost a decade trying to reach some semblance of peace with the surface, and in return they summoned a demon that almost destroyed the world. I’m certain Orm is laughing himself hoarse wherever he is right now, but I have better things to think about. With the New Order beginning to crumble, humanity tried turning to me as a leader. I suppose I am the only sovereign that remained independent from its tyranny, but I have no aspirations to lead both Atlantis and the surface world. For now, at least, the surface world and Atlantis must remain apart. That said, I do intend to honor my new alliance with the Justice League. While they focus on piecing their world back together, I intend to keep it safe from whatever lingering threats might still threaten these peacetimes. Loathe as I am to admit, the Amazons of Themyscira have become one of these problems. It is a shame Hippolyta cannot look past her grief to make peace, but if she intends to continue her war on humanity, she’ll have to go through Atlantis first.
Aqualad
I must admit, I did not believe myself capable of defeating Trigon. And yet, the lessons of determination and inner strength king Arthur taught me allowed me to prevail this day. The day is won, and now we may begin to rebuild. I am happy queen Mera has chosen to maintain her alliance with the new Justice League, not just out of honor to Arthur, but out of personal respect and trust. It means a new era for both land and sea as we recover. But the seat at the table belongs to Mera. As for me, Batman had something else in mind. While the league repairs the damage caused by Trigon, they need a team to continue the fight against the New Order. One that can go where the Justice League cannot and can operate independently when necessary. We will be that team. So, get on board or get out of our way.
(Aqualad founds the YJ team)
Green Lantern
Growing up in Coast City, every kid dreamed of being the next superhero. We all planned on being the cities hometown hero and saving the day just like Green Lantern. Well, this is not how I planned on becoming a superhero. Last I checked, you don’t jump right into fighting interdimensional demons until your second year at least. Even with Trigon being long gone, I still have no idea how I won. I mean, i’m still just a rookie lantern, so how did I win? Well, do you believe in guardian angels, even if he’s not exactly an angel? I wasn’t alone after all. Hal Jordan was with me the whole time. Turns out after he died, some holy ghost of vengeance offered him a second chance. He wanted to help me win, help me get the hang of being Green Lantern. Knowing your childhood hero had your back the whole time and gave you the boost you needed to save the day, man talk about a confidence boost. Too bad Hal can’t stick around with me 24/7 like I hoped, but that’s no problem. This ring chose me because I can overcome fear. Seeing as I just faced down Trigon without fear, I’ll say I’m ready for whatever comes next.
(Hal Jordan becomes the Spectre and helps Kyle)
Booster Gold
Wow! I did it. I really actually did it. The old history books talked alwasy made saving the world out to be this impossible task that only Superman could accomplish, but I just did the impossible. ‘sigh’ Well, it’s really more like I almost did the impossible. The Justice League is still dead, and worse the New Order is still a problem. Trigon may have been the big bad in this century, but the New Order is still to blame for what happens in Earths future. Ugh, being a superhero is not at all that amazing as people make it out to be. I mean, heroes don’t exactly make an income saving the world. I started thinking that this might already be a lost cause for me, but fortunately I got an answer to all my problems. This up-and-coming tech genius, Ted Kord, called me in to make a deal. He wants to pick up where Wayne Industries left off in sponsoring the Justice League, a new Justice League to finish off the New Order and take back the planet. He’s already got some possible recruits lined up, but he asked me personally to be the new face of the League. I mean sure buddy; the public won’t be getting bored of this handsome mug anytime soon. Ted’s a pretty awesome guy y’know. I couldn’t thank him enough for helping us get this ball rolling, and that if he ever felt like jumping into the action himself, he was welcome to join up.
(Booster forms the JL: International with Fire, Ice, and Guy Gardner making cameos)
Captain Marvel
Ever since I got these powers, ever since Billy gave up his magic to make me a superhero, I’ve been doubting how to live up to his reputation. All that changed when Trigon broke through into Earth. No more doubting myself, no more self-loathing, it was time to be that hero he knew I could be. Heh, bet your cheering me on right now Billy. Only took me forever to stop being a scared fanboy and start being a hero. But I know you would want me to keep going and keep shouldering the world like you always did. Speaking of shouldering the world, your pal Shazam called me to the Rock of Eternity for the first time. He said I finally lived up to the expectations required to handle the Champions power, and that he needed me for a mission. Part of the reason Trigon got through onto Earth was because of the Rock’s magic is weakening. A long time ago, there were other champions of magic who would work together across realms to safeguard the power of Magic. But the wizards responsible for overseeing those champions all went their separate ways. Now, if I’m gonna stop Trigon from getting back into our world, I’ve got to hunt down these other wizards and get them to work together again. If Trigon’s planning on making a comeback, we’ll be ready for him.
(Raiden, Doctor Strange, and the Sorceress of Greyskull all appear in silhouette, hinting at the crossover characters)
Mary Marvel
Okay, I’ll admit it, being a Champion of magic rules. I mean, how can you not think punching the lights out of a demon lord all while dressed in a cape and boots isn’t cool. Ugh, listen to me, now I sound like Freddy. Fanboying about being heroes and saving the world. Well, I guess that’s the plus side of being an older sister, because as cool as it is to fly around, save cats from trees and stop bank robbers, I know there is a lot more to helping people than just everyday acts of kindness. Sometimes it takes a really big act of kindness to make an even bigger difference. The new Justice League is going to need allies outside of the caped variety, and I have an idea of who to start with. Years ago, I wouldn’t have dared to set foot in Khandaq. Even if Black Adam wasn’t anything close to a symbol of peace, he meant a lot to his people. Billy never came back here out of respect, but with the New Order still out there it’s time to suck it up and burn some old bridges. Adam would never have agreed to peace, but Queen Isis isn’t her husband. She understands that it’s time for the past to be the past, and to forge new alliances for the future. I look forward to working with her. Just like I always told Billy; family always starts somewhere.
Captain Boomerang
When the world looks back on this, they’re gonna wonder exactly how some skinny little kid was the one to take down the legions of hell. Heh, would you believe I just got lucky? If only that luck held out just a bit longer. After the League broke open the New Order’s prisons, I slipped in to take a look at their records. I kept praying that maybe, just maybe, the Rogues were lucky enough to be alive. ‘sigh’ No such luck. Waller made damn sure that none of the big name meta’s were going to get a chance at opposing her. Dad, Lisa, Uncle Len, sorry I did get here in time. Whelp, no place left to go but back to Central. Not exactly the home I remember it being, what with the New Order still having its fingers in everything. I’m not even sure what to do anymore. The Flash was the guy who could clean up problems like it was nothing, not Captain Boomerang. Well, like always, the universe decided to keep my lucky streak going. Halfway back home another dimensional rift tore open, except this one wasn’t dropping off a load of demons. This one dropped off some spitfire of a speedster, claims the Flash was his uncle and he got launched here from his own world. Well, I know he’d love to get home, but I sorta got a citywide occupation force to boot out of Central, and now I’ve got a partner who's happy to join in on the fun. After all this, think my lucks starting to change for the better again.
(YJ-verse Wally ends up in Injustice Central City to help fight the NOG)
Raven
All those years of being afraid. All those years of whispers, dark emotions, and nightmares. You should have learned father; I never gave up then, and I wasn’t going to give up now. But I learned plenty from all those years I spent resisting you. That little dimension you created for your staging ground? Now, it will be your prison. You can spend the rest of your existence locked away from Earth or any other world to conquer. Because the only way out is through me, and now we both know that is never going to happen. Still, I should thank you for showing your hand. Ra’s al Ghul proved there are less direct ways into our world for you to use. Sure, they will leave you weaker a than using me, but I won’t let you get that chance. My fears and doubts have kept me from reforming the Titans, but defeating you showed me I have worse things to doubt. Just like we always have, we will stand against you wherever you may appear, in whatever form you may take. No matter what happens, we will always be ‘Titans Together’.
(Raven forms a new magical based TT with Zachary Zatara, Kid Devil, and Traci 13)
Lex Luthor
This was supposed to be my moment. My ultimate triumph that would prove that I was superior to the Justice League, to Waller, and to Superman. I had planned for every outcome, armed myself according, and when Trigon stepped through the portal, I was ready for him. I was supposed to emerge victorious, but in a final act of defiance, that wretched demon sealed us both within his infernal realm. Trigon may be slain, but now instead of just one devil to face, there are hundreds, thousands of them. My genius should have ensured my victory. Only now do I realize that genius will not avail me in this hell. It is only through savagery, strength, and pure tenacity that I will survive. I brought everything I need to survive here, and it will earn me my place, piece by piece. There’s no more reason to think about my predicament or mourn my lost glory, now all that matters is to kill. To rip and tear.
(Luthor ends up trapped in Trigons dimension and becomes a DC version of Doomguy)
Major Force
This. Felt. AMAZING. This was everything I could have hoped for. No more regulations and rules, no more civilian casualties, no more restraint. Just a fight to the end with someone I could finally let loose on. And here I spent all this time crying over not getting to fight Superman, Ha! Bet Waller was enjoying watching her “pet project” win the day for her or would have if she and the rest of those pigs weren’t hiding in bunkers the whole time. Beating Trigon made me realize something about our relationship. What’s the use of politicians and presidents anyway, when people are way more inclined to listen to power? That’s the lesson General Eiling beat into me at boot camp, and it all makes too much sense now. We deserve to be in charge. We deserve to make the rules. This is our New Order, or should I say, our new Regime. And once I crush what’s left of the Justice League, no one will question us again.
(Mirroring IJ verse Superman, Major Force forms the Regime government with members of the Suicide Squad)
Bane
Once, Gotham knew me as the man who broke the Bat. Now, the world will know me as the man who broke the Devil himself. In a way, I should be thanking Trigon. His destruction of so many of the New Order prisons meant Waller’s enemies were loose once again, ready to take revenge on those who had wronged them. But not me. My enemies are broken and buried or cower at my feet knowing what could happen to them. How amusing that it’s not just convicts who plead for Bane’s mercy. To spare their miserable lives, the New Order came to the only man who had kept their enemies locked up and secure. They wanted salvation at any cost, and I would give it to them. Stryker’s was not enough anymore, this called for bigger and better measures. Gotham once locked me away, now I will lock it away as its own prison. Let Waller and her swine think they are safe. Once I have dominated these men, and made them my own, I will teach her that she has more devil’s than just Trigon to fear.
(Bane turns Gotham into Arkham City)
Killer Croc
Nobody was ready for literal Hell to break loose at the capital, but that didn’t stop Waller from throwing the Squad at it. Huh, wonder if she was just buying time for herself, or if she actually thought we’d stop Trigon. Either way, guess I’ll never know. I’m the guy who finally landed the kill and took Trigon down, or at least that’s what they tell me. I don’t remember the fight at all, just remember waking up with a bunch of fish people standing around me trying to patch me up. These Atlantean guys said they found me sinking offshore and thought I was one of them. Y’know, that’s not a bad idea if I think about it. Down here, nobody runs from me, or screams, or cries, or tries to lock me up because I look a little funny. Hell, nobody looks the same down here, just all look like fish hybrids and what. Best of all, Waller thinks I’m dead from what they tell me, which means nobody is gonna come looking for me. So yeah, I’ll kick back down below and enjoy having a second chance at being normal. Don’t know what’s happening back on the surface, and quite frankly I don’t give a f%$#. Screw humanity, Atlantis is where it's at.
Hippolyta
I have been fortunate to have faced the legions of Tartarus in years past. I have faced the spawns Hades’ countless times before in the name of Olympus, and this Trigon was no different. My victory over this demon should have glorified Themyscira and the Gods, until I discovered the fates of my Amazon sisters. It was only by Zeus’ blessing that I escaped Trigon’s corruption, but my sisters were twisted by his magics into wrathful monsters. Forgive me sisters, may you find peace in Elysium. Now, I stand alone on my shores, with Themyscira silent and empty. I now realize the truth behind Superman’s words; in trying to avenge Diana, I have lost far more than just my daughter. I have lost home and broken whatever trust Diana may have instilled in humanity. But it seems the Gods are not done with me yet. The Oracle of Apollo has peered across the multiverse and revealed a new task for me, a penance for my crimes. On this world Diana still lives, but instead of peace she fights to oppresses mankind as I once tried to. Like me, this version of my daughter has lost sight of what makes a true Amazon. With the blessings of all the Olympians, I shall cross to this world and deal with Diana. I pray that she will see the error of her ways and repent, less she loses everything as I did.
(Hippolyta travels to the Injustice verse)
Circe
Hahahaha! Oh, how it amused me to watch mortal kind scatter before Trigon’s onslaught. How they cried and begged for the gods to spare their lives, for any being above to save them. Well, the fools did not specify for which god to save them, and who am I to deny their prayers? Now, with Trigon’s power added to my own, I am far more than just a goddess. I have power to rival that of the great Titans. Earth belongs to me and me alone. All those who would oppose me have been crushed to dust or know to serve most faithfully so as to stay my wrath. That said, I am now realizing that I have once again set my standards far too low. Why rule just one Earth, when I can claim dominion over them all. With Trigon’s power, I can now cross to any dimension I choose, conquer what I wish, and destroy any impudent fools who would dare challenge me. All of mortal kind will cower before me and give their praise to me and me alone. So says the Titan Circe.
Ocean Master
Oh brother, how it must pain you so to see this day. The day Orm claims the throne of Atlantis, claims Poseidon’s trident, and casts your foolish ideas of peace aside. The day Orm becomes King. And yet, it seems I have claimed the throne too late. When I led Atlantis’ armies to the surface for conquest, I found nothing. Though I had driven Trigon back to his hell, he had already laid waste to the surface world, leaving nothing but ash and dust behind. ‘sigh’ All these years of anticipation, and now I am left with nothing. Are you laughing at me now brother, to see what I have been reduced to? A melancholy king surrounded by sycophants and flatterers? It must bring you to tears to hear me admit, but I will miss the surface world and all the vices it brought to my life. But that matters not. I am King of Atlantis, and I will outshine your legacy. Trigon may yet return, and I will see to it that Atlantis is ready to stands against him once again. It will take years of preparations, but I will see our people become the empire of our glory days. And maybe, one day, we will venture back to the surface world to recolonize it. Perhaps my age-old obsession will return in another generation when I am dead and gone. Until then brother, I bid you rest.
Larfleeze
Coming to this world was almost more trouble than it was worth. So many of Jordan’s costumed crazy friends chasing me around, so many little men in suits trying to tie me up, and then this four-eyed freak shows up and tried to take my precious power battery. IT’S MINE I TELL YOU. Hmm, well, I still hope it’s still 100% still mine. While that red skinned freak was trying to steal my power battery, I had to let Ophidian loose in order to shake him off. I managed to get him back where he belongs, but he did...something to these Earthlings. They’ve gone all strange and orange and such. I thought they all took some of my power, but nope I checked, and I still have all of it. Then I realized that when I said anything to them, they would listen. I tell them to steal, and they bring me more than I thought possible. I tell them to kill, and then have to make sure they know when to stop. Haha, I came here just looking to browse this planets treasures, and instead I got something I didn’t even know that I wanted, my very own Corps. It’s shiny, it’s new, it’s obedient, and it’s ALLLLL MINE.
Granny Goodness
Did Trigon think Granny would tread lightly when it came to him? Did he think good little war dogs would not throw themselves at him for a promise of blood? He does not know Granny. On Apokolips, demons are everywhere. Granny has created a few of her own demons, and has broken many, many more. Poor, poor Trigon, now he is just another toy for Granny’s hounds. But while Trigon is no longer around, there are still many lovely demons to be captured and trained for Granny’s army. How amusing, to create our dear Parademons out of real demons, but better still was the bigger prize. Granny discovered that dear, old Trigon was a daddy to his sinful, little sons. Now they are but poor, lost orphans without purpose in their sad lives. Not to worry dears, Granny is here now, and Granny will show you why she makes everything better. You are Granny’s little boys now and will do whatever Granny says or else Granny will have to punish you like she did with Daddy. Go on now, my dear Furies. Go and make Granny proud.
(Granny turns the sons of Trigon into her new Furies)
Lashina
Of all the Furies, Darkseid liked me best of all. I led us to victory on countless occasions, to glorify Apokolips and his name. If only he had done a better job showing it. I haven’t forgotten his attempts to replace me, all those new recruits; Kara Zor-el, Superman, Mary Marvel, they all rejected him, and yet despite my loyalty he never showed me the favor I deserved. Well, at the end of the day, he’s now dead and I am the one who killed Trigon. I’m no longer glorifying his reputation or Apokolips, I am establishing myself as the newest player in the cosmos. Oh Granny, you must be so disappointed in me, but a girl has to grow up someday. Now it’s just a matter of bringing the rest of Apokolips under my control. How ironic Darksied, that in your paranoia you taught me exactly how to kill your followers. Once all dissident is dead, I alone will stand to rule Apokoplis. As for what’s next, I can care less about the Anti-life equation. What good is a fight if your foe isn’t fighting back? I will make Apokolips the empire it should have been, and I’ll do it all by myself. Aren’t you proud of me yet, “master”?
Talia al Ghul
I am far more used to devil’s bargains then I should be. It’s how the League of Shadows has survived and spread all these years. But deals with an actual devil is too far even for me, father. I pray you are pleased with your master, father, because you and he are going to be spending an eternity together. Alas, your master vexes us one last time. You despoiled our Lazarus Pits raising your master, and left the Shadows broken. And my beloved Bruce too, how could you father? I will no longer continue this soiled legacy you have left behind, nor will I aid Waller’s grand designs. How ironically that between you both, it is my Beloved that has left the most impactful legacy. His I know will echo father and more powerfully into the future then either of yours, in more ways than one. I am still an enemy of Gotham, no matter what guise I take, but perhaps I can aid as one of my Beloved’s allies once did. They called her Oracle, a fitting name for my mission. Wherever secrets may hide, allies may live, or lives may be changed by your mission, I will be there. One day, I will finally embrace death as I once feared to do and we will make amends, my Beloved. Until then, know that I will aid your protégés as you once did.
(Talia abandons the League of Shadows and takes to spying for the Batclan and sending them children to train and adopt)
Ra’s al Ghul
This plan could not have gone more perfectly. The world believed I belonged to Trigon as a revenant under his control, right up until I tore out his spine. Of course, no such thing happened, my lord is ever cunning and inventive with his illusions. Sadly, due to the Leagues intervention and my dear Talia’s betrayal, I was denied my chance to raise Trigon into our realm. But it makes no difference, death is but a doorway and time is but a window. The time will come again when I may raise lord Trigon from his Hell and release him onto our world. Until then, I must finish our preparations. Waller served her part but has become quite the loose cannon. Luthor clearly has slipped back into his old ways, pity. And now the Justice League is preparing for a comeback. Let them, for the people know who the real hero is. With the New Order at my beck and call, I will finish all essential preparations necessary for Trigon’s revival. Next time there will be no Justice League or Suicide Squad to stop me, for I am as eternal as my master. Hail Trigon.
Trigon
Hmm, hmm, oh my dear Raven, I always wondered how desperate your attempts to impede me would go, and you truly have outdone yourself my dear daughter. You succumbed to my will long enough to manifest a duplicate of myself thinking this would spare your world. Perhaps it is a mercy you did not survive the attempt dearest Raven; you would have despaired to see the fate that befell your precious Earth. Your allies and enemies are gone, and my power at last runs unchecked across this universe. Soon your brothers and their armies will bring low what is left of this pathetic realm and glorify it as a testament to my power. Hmm, even more amusing than I thought indeed. This world in particular has touched many other realities, and those traces left behind are all I need to begin my conquest anew. The only thing impeding me now, is to decide which of these realities do I conquer next?
(Trigon prepares to invade the Marvel, Mortal Kombat, and Eternia Universes next, hinting at the crossovers)
Kano
Well, this whole s#$%show turned out to be a legit payday. I got me hands on Sunstone crystals, got to knock a few costumed idiots around, and stole the kill off that big, blue boy scout. Never though me best heist would be claiming all the glory of demon slaying from a two-bit do-gooder. Must be why Liu Kang is all steamed ‘bout Raiden killing Shao Kahn. Alright, well enough about this place, its already gone to hell enough as is. And no doubt her ladyship Kronika is waiting for these damn crystals. These things were almost more trouble than they’re worth it, but fortunately, heh, I got me a real payday out of doing this, one that Kronika’ll never be able to top. But I’ll play along with her little scam n’ see where this whole “New Era” goes. Cause between you and me mate, I got a little trick waiting for Kronika, and when she goes and turns back the clock, she’s gonna have a hell of a surprise waiting for her, heh heh heh!
(Kano returns to the MK universe, but it is revealed he is possessed by Trigon who is waiting to make the MK universe his next target)
Kitana
I am no stranger to kombating demons. Over the years I have faced many such monsters; Shang Tsung, Quan Chi, even my own father. But Trigon was a fiend worthy of Shinnok himself, one I daresay even the Elder Gods would have cowered before. It seems that his influence over this world was all that held me to this world. Upon the moment of his death, I found myself awakening back in Outworld. Yet, despite my return, I feel a powerful sense of longing for that strange world, in a way I cannot explain. Perhaps It was because I was not seen as a stranger to its denizen, but as a champion of truth and righteousness. Or perhaps it was that they did not hold me to higher standings as my allies on Outworld do or was I under scrutiny from my own Earthrealm. Perhaps that is why this ‘Wonder Woman’ chose to leave her idealistic world to better aid another. It seems the only way to know for sure is to return to that world and find out myself. Raiden and Sub-zero both recall visiting a world of costumed crusaders. I will need their guidance in my return. In fact, most of my allies are interested to visit this strange new realm. It is settled that we shall ally to return to this realm and discover why I feel such a pull. If nothing else, our aid will be needed to restore this realm, or deal with Trigon should he return
(The MK universe prepares to visit the Injustice verse)
Spiderman
I’ve been in a lot of sticky situations back in my world, but this one beats them all. Trigon brought me here just to test the waters and see if he could invade my universe. I didn’t that after his portals collapsed, so did the one leading back to my universe. Soooo yeah, here I am, stuck in an alternate universe, with no way home. Batman promised they would try everything to send me back, but even Trigon’s daughter doesn’t know how he pulled me out of my universe. I mean, as much as I don’t want to admit it, these Justice Leaguers are kind of a dead ringer for the Avengers. I mean, their dysfunctional, argumentative, overbearing, coffee addicted, and adoption crazy. Especially Batman, although he says the first guy was way worse than him and his brother. Regardless, he offered to let me stay in Gotham, help clean up this New Order and get the city back on its feet. Kinda reminds me of after the Chitauri invasion. Maybe one day, I’ll get back home and see everybody. They can see all the cool gadgets and training I got to do with Batman. Until then, Tony, Cap, Aunt May, MJ, I’ll always be thinking about you.
(Just a disclaimer, this is not solely MCU Spiderman, I just thought it would be fun to throw some references in)
He-Man
When the skies above Eternia began to rain fire and demons, I believed this to be just another invasion attempt by the Horde. Instead, I ended up being swept away to world far unlike any other I have visited before. A world that teetered on the brink of destruction at the hands of Trigon. As I would learn, the attacks on Eternia were Trigon’s doing as well, he foolishly tried to invade both worlds at once and paid for his greed. Now I find myself among new allies in the Justice League. Despite the tragedies they have endured, it is good to see them in higher spirits than when I first arrived, especially now that my allies in the Masters have followed me. I must admit, I am used to being seen as a hero on Eternia, but these Earthlings take hero worship to a new level. Unfortunately, celebrations must wait. As it turns out, Trigon was Hordak’s brother, and now he has come to claim vengeance for my triumph. So very foolish of you Hordak, for you do not just face the might of the Masters of the Universe, but the Justice League as well. And with Earth and Eternia standing as allies, our strength will only grow.
#Injustice#injustice series#injustice 3#superman#conner kent#batman#dick grayson#red hood#batgirl#cassandra cain#Harley Quinn#roy harper#Arsenal#catwoman#Mera#Kaldur'ahm#aqualad#booster gold#Kyle Rayner#freddy freeman#mary batson#raven#Owen Mercer#lex luthor#killer croc#bane#major force#circe#ocean master#larfleeze
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Bugs, the new chapter~
(And get ready, because I'm praising you a lot in this one)...
First, the angst of imagining Peach waiting for Jake and convincing herself it was better that he stood her up. (Also, I'm so very angry at the person who said that Peach must be embarrassed. Amd I know it's said in the meaning of: oh, she probably feels embarrassed, I still think it should be Jake that's ashamed.)
Then the "I should probably thank you for being so good with your hands, Doc.", bugs you got me laughing at unholy time in the morning (it was like 5 something a.m. when I started reading). And best/worst thing is? I laughed at least four times since that line.
Not Bradley not trusting anything with drawers. I can literally see Nick saying something like that. I can imagine both of them just using ✨️THE Chair✨️.
Jake feeling remorse like a hangover is such a Jake (Schmidt) thing. And not him freaking out that he didn't wish Peach good morning. I love him and yet he's an idiot, Your Honor. 😭
Him thinking Peach didn't even expect him to show up breaks my heart, because it shows how he thinks people perceive him (even though he's probably right).
On another note - I'm super interested into seeing Peach's lockscreen frog pic. 🐸 👀
The whole scene on the roof is a comedic masterpiece. From Bradley trying to be a good dad, through "Don't fucking bring that man /J*hn M*yer/ up in this house!", through "Last time I talked about my feelings, I ended up eating mozzarella sticks in the back of a strip club.", imagining Bradley trying to act out conversations with his imaginary son (laughing, crying, dying on the floor at this).
I read "Now I don't want to." and just saw Jake like this pic:
The "Famous last words" comment.
I swear bugs, I thank evry probable diety in existence that I didn't wake up the neighbours' baby with my howling laughter. They barely get sleep from the child, they don't need to worry about my mental health and a crying babe at the same time, too. (Also, if I do laugh to loud and wake up the little human, I'm holding you responsible. >:(
Jake thinking everything's back to normal and having the shock of his life. 😹 And then seeing Peach, all dressed up looking pretty (by the way, again you and your pretty dresses, like - I want literally everything you link), wondering if she had dolled up for him, too. It just gives the vibes of horny and yet sad:
Trying to make her stay and Mickey ruining his plan was so funny and adorable. And calling the boys crazy perverts, knowing full well that Bradley is the crazy one and he is the pervert.
Then in the theater, throwing popcorn at Neil. Excuse me, Sur, you're a grown ass man. Let Peach have a good time. 😤
And now I literally can't wait for the next chapter. I just want to hear Jake's half ass excuse why he's there and also, can't wait see him interact with Neil. 😈😇
Anyway, the chapter was absolutely brilliant, definitely my favorite one so far.
Also - I totally get Thor and Loki being your comfort characters.
Also yeah, I'm studying Korean (funny thing is that when I started studying first when I was in high-school I didn't even plan on it, a friend just asked me to go together and I was like: yeah, learning a new language is never a bad idea, and then she forgot to pay for the lessons and I was stuck studying it on my own. I meanz yeah, in a group, but without the friend that even convinced me to go. 😹😹😹), but I'd be completely lost during a zombie apocalypse (not only because I'm as bad at city orientation as it's even possible) because I can't put together the things I know for the life of me. 😭
okay I'm gonna do my best to use my big girl words, but if none of this makes sense I apologize lol
ugh a moment of silence to anyone who's fallen victim to loud whisperers, peach did not need that energy
peach has the most rizz out of anyone in the loft, what can I say
I have a hc that Fun Uncle Pete Mitchell has a habit of never closing any of his dressers so whenever baby Bradley stayed over he would always come home to Goose and Carol with the biggest bonks on his forehead from running into them
Jake being an over-thinker may be a common theme.....
here's peach's lockscreen!
the imaginary son thing was actually inspired by a Lee Mack clip on Would I Lie To You, so that's a fun fact!
ahhh that's exactly how I pictured Jake too!!!!
I cannot be held responsible for my phd in comedy ✋😤 (also I hope your neighbors and their baby get some good sleep tonight)
you literally sell yourself short like you know so many cool things, you'd literally be basass in an apocalypse
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((Session 64 is here!))
We started with a quick recap to help Lex’s place get up to speed, as she wasn’t able to attend last session.
Bagelby’s Player: “What time is it in-game?”
Me: “Early evening-ish.”
Bagelby’s Player: “And what time did the time loop start?”
Me: “Right about sunset.”
Bagelby’s Player: “Ah.”
Plan A: Walk right in the front door of the Pirate King’s fortress and hope they don’t die.
Plan B: Lie to the guards on the prison prison bridge that the party is
Plan C: Tell the guards there’s been a ‘slave rebellion’.
Bagelby went with Plan B and absolutely CRUSHED it with a 24 for deception. The pirates coming off the prison bridge didn’t even question this ‘scared young pirate recruit’ and immediately ran off to deal with the ‘uprising’.
Bagelby: “Man, I love lying! Almost as much as I love stealing!”
Sir Carl rolled Perception to try and find any traps, and saw movement in the water far out into the bay instead; something big is swimming in the water.
The only person in the party carrying a spyglass is Lex, and her first impulse was to hand it to Sir Carl….who we just discovered last session needs glasses.
Sir Carl saw fish-like fins, but couldn't quite identify the species.
Thiori, however, rolled higher and recognized this particular creature as another mutant of his ‘father’, Tasslour Krell.
Thiori: “That is what we call, in the biz, a ‘bad time’.”
Derailing topic of the night: What body part of Ena’s cursed NPC brother was found in the necromantic amulet Bagelby pulled out of one of Thiori’s mutant siblings’ corpse?
Bagelby had pulled out a ton of stuff from his slime pocket in search of a spyglass, and like anyone clearing out, found an item he didn’t remember obtaining: a red, hardwood crochet hook with ornate detailing.
It’s potentially a Hook of Entanglement. He isn’t sure. He’ll have to confirm with that one book Velenna let him borrow once.
New wrinkle: Rolling to see how fast your memories return each time the time loop loops.
Thiori - in possession of his notes - remembers everything the fastest. Lex - with the lowest roll - doesn’t remember leaving Port Covekeel.
Sir Carl, still hanging precariously over the water: “May I come back onto the dock, please?”
Lex, still holding him in one hand: “Oh! Yeah sure.”
Lex and Sir Carl will get their memories back, but it’ll take a few minutes.
Bagelby: “Oh, and if you see a lizard that’s, like, pure evil, just stomp on it.”
The party successfully reached the prison island, and Bagelby even managed to beg a hardtack biscuit off of a passing prison guard.
He also made one of the Warforged guards ‘blush’ by asking it out for drinks after shift change.
Inside the prison building, the party finds that it is one big, empty room with various elevator shafts along the walls, and a single caged-in desk with a long-suffering Halfling drowning in paperwork behind it.
When the prison receptionist doesn’t acknowledge their presence, the party decides to just…sneak past him to the elevators.
Thiori volunteered to work the elevator crank to lower the party down, gave them a confident smile….and immediately snapped off the handle, because this elevator is roundabout 700 years old and he rolled a 22 for his strength check.
He head enough time to look comically at the crank before the cage fell, though an arcane failsafe was activated to slow the car
Canon now bc it’s funny: Prison master L.O.C.K.E. is now the Warforged Jonah J. Jameson. He sounds like J.K. Simmons played through old speakers.
The party finds Isstun (and Ra-Ra) in the prison new hire orientation room. Isstun doesn’t remember the party, but Ra-Ra does.
Thiori doesn’t know what’s worse: The fact that Bagelby is spilling the party’s secret jailbreak plans in front of three pirate recruits or the fact that the hand puppet is alive.
Ra-Ra: “Oh. Well. Isstun’s the one who went to school.”
Isstun, embarrassed: “Pre-school.”
Ra-Ra confirmed that the party has talked to her at least four times: twice as prisoners, once as a guard, and once at the camp. At least one of those times, Thiori was a corpse.
Thiori then crawled under a desk to have a crisis.
Sir Carl, with dawning horror as he remembers how many times Thiori knocked Isstun into the water in the last few loops: “Did you waterboard the puppet?!”
Despite being awake for at least two weeks, the party only feels as tired as if they’ve been up for a single day.
Forgotten Magical Item of the session: Bagelby’s stolen palantir.
The party used the palantir to search for Lord Wiggles, with the reluctant assistance of the four pirate recruits, and found him mining in a distant tunnel.
Just before the party let go of the palantir, Thiori saw an additional visit of Master L.O.C.K.E. and Lord Wiggles’ shadows clashing against the backdrop against one of the crystal spires.
Now having thoroughly (and sort of forcibly) recruited the pirate recruits to their own agenda, the party officially made plans to find Lord Wiggles and start the Pirate Island Coup.
Ra-Ra dragged Isstun over to approach Lex, and demanded that she help her (the puppet) keep Isstun safe (because “he’s not the bravest, or the smartest, and he’s certainly not the strongest”).
“We need your muscles, buff lady!”
We’ll meet up next time to start the Pirate Island Coup (and see how it goes)!
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So my aunt, for whom I have been very grateful in these trying times, has just thrown fit because of my color scheme. I haven't made a secret of it. I've had the swatches on the wall from the start. She just now connected what they are. I think it was when the yellow started to go up and she looked at it from an angle. I understand her concern. It is a very open floor plan. The safe move would have been to pick one color and just go all the way through with the same color. In fact, that is what had been done previously. Blue, blue, everywhere.
I am not everyone. I never have been. When I was in high school, for freshman year, I dressed for spirit week as a hippie and got the nickname Rainbowjay, and it stuck.
My aunt said, "It looks like you pulled a crayon out of the box and did a different color for each room," and "it looks like Easter eggs."
A) What is wrong with either of those things? So? It is bright and vibrant and colorful? Hard to be unhappy or depressed or at least harder in a house that is brightly painted. Color therapy. Paint those woes away! And who doesn't like Easter? If I could still eat them, I would eat deviled eggs all the time! (As it is, I make deviled Chicken Salad. Not quite the same, but pretty good, if I say so my self.)
And 2) WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK DOES IT MATTER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
It is my house. I may be having trouble coming to emotional grips with it, but legally, it mine.(Well, 20% goes to my brother if it's sold) I only need to please myself.
What really pisses me off is that my aunt has been telling this constantly. Oh, you really need to make this "your house". But when I do so, i.e. pick paint colors, I get told, "J*s*s fucking Ch*ist Jay, stop acting like a 5 year old and living in the past."
1)I got the nickname Rainbow in high school. and B) Nostalgia can be cool if done right.
Then, to top it off, my bookshelf collapsed. My aunt has been very vocal against my books from the beginning. She offered to help me clean up the bookshelf. With a trashbag. Now, I wouldn't suggest cleaning up her sewing(she quilts) things the same way. Why can't I simply like books, reading and knowledge?
AGAIN, I AM A GROWN ASS ADULT AND IT IS NONE OF HER DAMN BUSINESS!
I understand this is coming from a place of love on her part, I really do.
However, that said...
I don't think, act or behave the way she does. That isn't a bad thing. People shouldn't be mindless clones.
I believe in being different. Even if that is just a small act of defiance once in a while, like wearing blue shoes when everyone else is wearing black and white. (Catholic school thing, don't ask) I also believe in moderation in all things, including moderation. That means once in a while doing something crazy like painting your house a rainbow and making up for it by being extremely conservative on something else.
Balance. I have struggled with it at times, but it is what I strive for. I think we all should.
BTW, the base of greys runs through the house. Here are the palatte colors I used.
Here is the spot where the majority overlap.
There are still unfinished pieces and construction things around. I'll get a full photo shoot when I'm done.
#adventures in adulting#home design#interior design#painting#color#artistic statement#bold colors#asthetic
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I am back Duchess. I am going to claim an emoji so you know when it is me, and considering I spill all the tea, I'll choose this ☕ (which may or may not be coffee but).
So it is i, who am I? Remember the anon who made out with the guy, who had a friend who liked that guy but was married, and that she had tried to push me to a different guy (Jake) until that guy was a little bit creepy? Yeah hi its me. I mentioned how I was visiting my friend, and she was gonna throw a party?
Well I've taken a few days to process everything. And now im here.
So 1) not quite a party but people were around and we all did hang out. 2) there was a new guy, but not the one my friend wanted me to meet. No, no, no. New guy, going to call Aaron, works with her husband and was invited by her husband. He is nice i guess? I didnt talk to him one on one much, but he was very rambunctious. Apparently, my friend thinks he likes me. I declined for her to give this guy my number. At the end of the night, he shook my hand and said it was nice to meet me. It ended awkwardly because he kept holding my hand and I just kind of nodded. My friend thinks there could be potential, I disagree. 3) the guy she wanted to introduce me to, we will call Brad. Brad sounds like a bad idea. Thus the name Brad, as thats the last guy I tries dating and it was a bad idea.
Why is Brad a bad idea? Well well well, thank GOD he was not there. Because, if he was, I probably would have had a meltdown. Why? Turns out HE IS RELATED TO THE GUY I MADE OUT WITH (we are going to go through the ABCs so the dude i made out with is going to be Cole, if I make it all the way to Jake I will probably cry so there is A, B, C and J im) yes. Brad is related to Cole. I did not know that. They don't look relatively alike to me. Regardless, apparently they are. Not only that, but my Friend was telling me about Brad. Brad goes to a wine club once a month, he's in a book club, and he apparently likes those cheese and meet board things. Now, I like books, however I cant stand wine. Hate it. Its too dry. I'd much rather have vodka or a good bourbon. My Friend knows this. Apparently also, as I saw some messages between them two, he calls his mom every day as well as is planning to start online gaming? And eventually quit their job to do fulltime? Which, I do not care for either of those (being a grown adult and having to call your parent every day is something im not keen on). I also am not keen on someone quitting their job just to be an online gamer (but that may because i have talked to a few guys like that before and they have all screwed me over).
thankfully, Brad was not there. Going to point 4) Cole. Guy I made out with. He was there briefly before having to go to work. We didn't get a chance to talk but he smiled and waved at me, also blushed whilst doing. This man has gotten more fine. I hate myself. He was more attractive this time then last and I hate it. I walked to the kitchen to get a snack but had gotten stopped by someone,, and he slid by me as he was leaving, and gently moved me to the side, putting his hands on my hips. We looked into each other's eyes and we both smiled and blushed. The person who stopped me made a comment on the chemistry between us. So that made me awkward.
So long story short, nothing at all happened. My Friend may or may not have brought Cole up multiple times, making me wonder if she still likes Cole. Oh and her husband broke up a fight between two drunk people and kicked them out, that was very entertaining but I have 0 clue what their names were or how they knew them.
So that is the update for now.
It took me a while to get around to this but I am ready to spill the tea.
This is wild honestly
Aaron seems. Nice. That’s about all I can say on that front, the hand holding thing is a little weird but maybe he’s just not great with social cues. Who knows
Brad however. Oh. Those are some big old red flags. The fact that you guys do not seem to have anything in common but books, the whole online gaming as a career thing. There’s a reason why that doesn’t work out for most people. You have to do your full time job and make online gaming your full time job to even get anywhere.
I used to live with someone who quit their full time job for the same reason. Their whole thing was that they were going to be a streamer and get so much money, they were gonna get so hot and then everyone would sub to them and yeah. No.
Look a shark coochie board is just a boujee lunchable for adults. That’s all it is. I will stand by that. It’s cheese, meat and crackers. It’s a lunchable.
I mean it’s nice(?) that he calls his mum so often. A bad relationship with parents for seemingly no reason is a big red flag of mine so the fact that he’s got a decent relationship with his mum seems like a good thing to me.
The whole related to Cole thing is a minefield. I would stay so clear of that. For your own sanity.
Your friend bringing up Cole a lot makes me think she’s trying to suss out what your feelings are for him so she can figure her own stuff out based on what you say. Again. Minefield.
Seems like it was one hell of a gathering tho.
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Tokyo Revenges boys reacts to you wearing their clothes.
_Mikey | Draken | Baji | Mitsuya | Chifuyu | kokonoi | Izana | Kazutora | Ran_
M i k e y
Mikey walked in to your apartment to find you asleep on the couch, he was supposed to come over earlier but completely lost track of the time. You woke up to the sound of the door closing and met Mikey’s eyes. “Hi.” You mumble sleepily. “Hey baby, I’m sorry I’m late.”
You shake your head, “don’t worry about it.” You stand up and walk towards Mikey to greet him, softly pressing a kiss to his lips.
Mikey takes a closer look at you now that you stand in front of him, only now realizing that you are wearing his shirt. You walk towards your kitchen. “I made us food, come on.”.
You look behind you to see Mikey staring at you. “What’s wrong?” Mikey breaks out of his trance by hearing your voice. “You’re wearing my shirt.” You look down, a blush spreading on your cheeks. “Yeah, sorry. You left it here the other day and it’s comfy so I put it on.” He stands in front of you now, “Don’t say sorry. I like it on you, it’s cute.”
D r a k e n
You and Draken decided to go on a small vacation while he was actually free. The two of you were currently sitting on the balcony of your hotel room, watching the sun set and enjoying your last evening there.
The air was getting colder and you shivered. “I’m gonna grab something to put on, I’m getting cold.”
Draken nodded and you disappeared inside. A few moments later you walked back on the balcony.
Draken looked up at you and raised his eyebrow. “I don’t think that hoodie belongs to you.” You seated yourself next to him again. “it doesn’t, it belongs to my boyfriend who doesn’t mind lending his warm hoodie to his cold girlfriend.” Draken laughed.
“How can I say no to that.” He mumbled before pressing his lips against yours.
M i t s u y a
You were visiting Mitsuya at his place. Both of you were standing in the kitchen trying to make yourselves and his sisters something to eat.
“Babe, come taste this, please.” You walked over to Mitsuya and grabbed the spoon out of his hand so you could taste the sauce. Before the spoon even touched your lips, it slipped out of your hand, landing on your shirt.
You groan loudly and throw Mitsuya a dirty look when he starts laughing. “This is one of my favorite shirts.” You whine while pouting.
“Don’t worry, let’s get you in one of my shirts so we can wash yours.” You smile and follow Mitsuya in his room. Mitsuya rummages through his closet and throws you a shirt. You quickly put it on and throw him a big smile. “Thank you.”
"You look pretty good" He mumbled before patting your head.
B a j i
Baji and you are watching a movie on his bed, both enjoying each other’s company. After a while you stand up to use the bathroom but Baji’s voice stops you from exiting the room.
“Are you on your period babe?” you give Baji a confused look. “Yeah, why?”
“You bled through your pants.” “oh.” Your face heats up in embarrassment and quickly look at his bed, you’re happy to see that there is no blood there.
Baji walks to his closet and takes something out before walking to you and handing you a pair of sweatpants. You hide your face in his chest and mumble “I’m so embarrassed.” A soft laugh escapes Baji’s mouth and he wraps his arms around you.
“Don’t be. Now go change so we can watch our movie.” You nod and escape his room. When you walk back into his room after getting cleaned up, you cuddle close to Baji. “Your sweatpants are comfy.” You whisper while looking up at him. “yeah? Then you can keep them.”
C h i f u y u
You woke up and glanced beside you, seeing Chifuyu still soundly asleep. Quietly you step out of bed, grabbing his shirt from the floor and putting it on.
You walk downstairs to your kitchen and quietly start making pancake batter. Just as your flipping the last pancake you feel two arms wrap around your waist.
Chifuyu buries his face in your neck and mumbles a good morning. You turn the stove off and turn around in his arms. “good morning baby, did you sleep well?” He nods “ I slept amazing, what about you?” “I also slept great.”
You step out of his embrace and start setting the table. It’s only then that Chifuyu notices that you’re wearing something that belongs to him.
“You’re wearing my shirt.” You laugh. “Yes I am, it was the first thing I found and it smells like you so I like it.” “I like it too, it looks good on you.”
K a z u t o r a
When you were getting dressed this morning, you put a shirt from kazutora on, one that he left at your place a while ago.
You and kazutora planned to have lunch together, you were meeting kazutora at his place so you could go there together.
Once you arrived at his place, you knock on the door. Not even a minute later kazutora opens it. He grins when he sees you and gives you a quick kiss. “Hey, Are you ready?” Kazutora nods his head. “yeah, just gotta put my shoes on and then I’m ready.”
Once kazutora’s shoes are on, the two of you are out the door and walking to your destination. Kazutora glances over to you as you’re walking and laughs. “You know that it’s not nice to steal things, right?” You’re confused for a second until you realize you’re wearing his shirt. “I did not steal this, you left it at my place.
And you clearly don’t miss it because I haven’t heard you talking about this missing shirt.” Kazutora laughs at your words. “Well, if it’s so clear that I don’t miss it then you should keep it.”
K o k o n o i
Koko and you were soundly asleep in his bed, until you woke up because you were cold. You quietly slipped out of bed and took on of his hoodies out of his closet, slipping it on and crawling back in bed with him.
When koko woke up in the morning he turned to look at you. A smile spread on his face when he saw that you’re wearing one of his hoodies.
The hood of his hoodie was covering a bit of your face, and it looked way too big for you but that made it even more cute for koko.
He quietly grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of you sleeping in his hoodie. When he looked at the picture he smiled and mumbled, “She’s so cute.”
I z a n a
You and izana where laying on his bed, both scrolling through your phones. It was quiet between the two of you, every once in a while one of you would laugh about something on your phone and show it the other one but that was it.
After a while you let your phone fall down beside you and sit up. “Can I wear one of your hoodies?” Izana looks your way at the sound of your voice. “Sure, you know where they lay.”
You stand up from Izana's bed and walk over to his closet, scanning the clothes before choosing a hoodie to wear.
Once the hoodie is pulled over your head, you turn back around facing Izana. He’s looking at you with a big smile on his face. “Cute.” You laugh and show him your hands, or more like the sleeves of his hoodie that are hiding your hands.
“it’s too big.” He laughs “Come here.” You walk back over to him and sit in front of him. Izana takes your arm in his hands and rolls up your sleeves. “ Now they’re not too big anymore.” You smile brightly at him and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks baby.”
R a n
Ran and you arrive at his place soaking wet. The two of you decided to take a walk but once you arrived at the park it started raining.
You glance over at Ran and laugh loudly. “Well, that was a fun little walk, wasn’t it?” Ran joins your laughter, “it sure was.”
You take you shoes and jacket off and follow Ran to his room. “Let me grab you some dry clothes so that you can take a shower.”
You nod and once he has given you some of his clothes you disappear into the bathroom. After a twenty minute shower you’re standing in Ran’s room again, Ran’s already lying on his bed and looks up when you enter the room.
“You look cute.” You laugh and cuddle next to him on the bed. “your clothes are warm. I’m keeping these.” Ran raises his eyebrow at you, “I don’t think so, they are mine. You gotta give them back to me once your clothes are dry.”
You shake your head. “nope, I’m not giving them back.” “Are you sure about that?” You nod and before you know it Ran starts tickling you, only stopping when you promise him to give his clothes back later. But little did he know,he's gonna end up giving you his clothes more often now.
~Sorry I haven't posted in a while~
Hope y'all are doing well, Be safe!
#tokyo revengers anime#tokyo revengers#tokyorevengetangst#tokyorevengerimagines#tokyo revengers fluff#mikey sano x reader#mitsuya x you#manjirou sano x reader#mitsuya x reader#kazutora x reader#kazutora fluff#draken x y/n#draken x reader#baji x y/n#baji x reader#chifuyu x y/n#chifuyu imagines#baji imagines#chifuyu x reader#ran x reader#ran haitani#rindou haitani#izana x reader#tokyo revengers izana#kokonoi x reader#hajime kokonoi#baji keisuke#takashi mitsuya#chifuyu scenarios#takemichi hanagaki
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black eagles relationships i like but don’t see talked about enough
Ferdinand and Petra - I adore their supports. You see a lot of Ferdinand’s dorky side with his reading about historic weapons, and you see that he is genuinely curious about Petra’s culture. He admits that he initially didn’t realize how sophisticated Brigidian techniques are and I just adore his vulnerability with her. And then there’s Petra in their A support, admitting she found a second home in Fòdlan, and the two discuss their loneliness? It’s such interesting insight into both characters (especially Ferdie; I’d say these are some of his most well-rounded supports)
Hubert and Dorothea - Dorothea sees right through Hubert’s edgy theatre kid persona. She approaches him like she would any friend right from the beginning and teases him about his love life. She also respects and believes him when he says that unrequited love isn’t his motivation. I would’ve liked a conclusion that wasn’t Dorothea suggesting they marry, but it is really funny that she did that. I love their paired ending too--completely platonic espionage opera! What could be better?
Hubert and Byleth - in my head they have a quirky sitcom where Byleth keeps trying to arrange Edeleth/Ferdibert double dates and Hubert has to attend them. (but seriously, the appeal of Hubert is looking at this man and saying “I’m gonna make you like me”, and then you do it). Outside of my shipping biases, his threats to you are funny as shit considering that he has no power over you and he’s always dying in battle, but once you win his trust he admits that despite looking Blatantly Evil, he truly abhors TWSTID and is already planning their follow-up war. I could easily see him and Byleth co-leading the war in the shadows (and that’s where the dialogue of the aforementioned platonic Huleth workplace comedy takes place). Also my friend who played as m!Byleth told me the “we could be a couplet of birds” line in the A-support still exists regardless of gender. Hubert is demiromantic bi and you CANNOT change my mind
Edelgard and Petra - “Don’t settle for being the bird. Be the arrow instead” Both have a great deal of mutual respect for each other, even though Edelgard is heir to the nation that has kept Petra’s country down for years. You see the same beliefs Petra holds in her supports with Caspar here--that being, “we are not our parents, we can make different choices”. It’s a shame they only have 2 supports. I think it would’ve been cool to see Petra asking Edelgard for Brigidian independence or otherwise talking about how she can achieve her goal.
Edelgard and Linhardt - I actually think people talk about this a bit, but it’s one of my favourite Black Eagles support chains so I have to mention it. This one is the key to understanding that Edelgard’s better world is only possible in her route, when she has the support and opportunity to trust others enough to learn how to listen to them and consider their perspectives. I advise anyone who thinks Edelgard would be a brutal dictator to watch these supports, because they so blatantly contradict that idea? Linhardt initially frustrates her because she knows he’s talented and smart but he doesn’t want to do anything to help the world with that. Characters like Linhardt are usually given an arc in which they overcome an initial selfishness to help others. This is not that. These supports are about Edelgard learning to understand Linhardt and accommodate him. Edelgard agonizes over finding the perfect way to allow him to do his research in a way that suits him--and when she senses his hesitation at her initial plan, she presses him for the problem and reconfigures the idea because she won’t put him in a situation he’s not fully content in. This is astounding character growth (from both of them, but mostly Edelgard). Also the struggle depicted in this chain is just something that spoke to me when I first saw it--”be useful” versus “learn for knowledge’s sake” is pretty much my exact struggle in life 😂 Seeing two of my favourite characters reach a resolution that satisfied both of them was hopeful, to say the least.
Caspar and Ferdinand - What strikes me about their supports is that it compares and contrasts these characters’ ideas of justice against each other. Honestly, the Black Eagles as a whole have takes on morality that are just slightly skewed, and these characters’ arguments about it exemplify it. Caspar just thinks that people who hurt others should be hit right away, head empty no thoughts but j u s t i c e. Ferdinand initially believes that all sense of justice comes from being nobility, and with that comes an obligation to be morally superior. Having Caspar just go “uh yeah, what does nobility have to do with it? I just had to hit that guy” is one way in which Ferdinand’s ideals are challenged. It’s a cool contrast that I think highlights an interesting aspect of the Black Eagles and what they were taught.
Dorothea and Bernie - I love everything about their interaction. If Dorothea were a lesser character, she’d be the mean popular girl who shames Bernie for her messy hair and her anxiety. Instead, Dorothea is patient and Bernie is like “oh no she’s Too Cool for me”. Dorothea also makes note of what Bernie says as she gets too anxious to continue the interaction and aims to comfort her in their next support. We get a good Bernie character moment in their B-support, where she mentions her father ruining her friendship with a commoner boy--and a cathartic moment where Dorothea tells her that her father’s an asshole and that they’re going to be friends anyway. Bernie cries in Dorothea’s arms and AHHHH why didn’t we get MORE of this???
Bernie and Petra - If I could add any support and ending to the game, it would be Bernie/Petra. They have such a good starting point--because of Bernie’s anxiety and Petra being a second language speaker of Fòdlandish, they are prone to miscommunications (which is the general theme of early Bleagles supports). They had a nice 2-support arc where they understand each other a little better--but then there’s the paralogue, where Petra encourages Bernie to come to her homeland with her and Bernie realizes she wants to travel and see amazing things like carnivorous plants. This is fantastic character development for her and is a satisfying conclusion to her arc. I feel like most of Bernie’s endings involve her just reverting back to her hermit self instead of developing a balance between who she was at the beginning and who she’s grown into. I think Petra would offer to let her come to Brigid again, where she helps her navigate a new language and culture. Bernie’s anxiety is still bad but Petra has been in her position and can offer advise and reassurance. Petra is also patient and would give Bernie a safe little house near the carnivorous plants for her to retreat to when overwhelmed. It becomes both of their refuge, with Petra taking time away from her regal duties to spend time with Bernie and her art and her stories. Whether it’s romantic or platonic is up to preference but I low-key ship them 😏
#black eagles#ferdinand von aegir#petra macneary#hubert von vestra#dorothea arnault#caspar von bergliez#bernadetta von varley#edelgard von hresvelg#linhardt von hevrig#byleth eisner#fe3h
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It'll Always Be You
Lee Felix × reader; angst, but with a fluffy ending; 2923 words; lovers to exes and back
A/N So Felix has me feeling all sorts of things today, bc of how good he looked during the performance. So here's a scenario for our Sunshine!
"Here's your order and have a nice day," you smile to the female customer in front of you, before handing a pack of cookies to her child. Once the leave, you let out a sigh and look at your best friend who's cleaning the counter next to you. "All done for today!," you exclaim, to which your friend looks up and smiles, before taking off and folding her apron. "So, what are your plans for tonight?," she asks, making you give her a knowing look. She to her eyes before saying, "How long are you gonna stay cooped up inside your house? The break up was two years ago for heaven's sake, you need to start living your life again." "Hey, I am living my life, it's just that, unlike you, I am not interested in going out and meeting new people every day. I meet enough strangers while working here, so there's no need to go clubbing daily," you shrug.
When all she does in reply is pout, you chuckle and say, "Okay, how about we go for a movie tomorrow? My treat." Her face lights up at that, and she gives you a tight hug before saying, "I really want to meet your ex once though, just so I can break his nose." You giggle "Oh he's dead and gone."
Oh, if only you knew.
Once you send your friend off, you start tidying up your little bakery up. This was the place that helped you get over your breakup, which had been messy to say the least. You had immersed yourself fully in your work, because you knew it was one thing that would never hurt you or break your trust.
You sigh lovingly at the memories of setting up and running your bakery, turning your back against the front door. And just as you are reminiscing you hear the door open, causing you to turn. The moment you do so, however, you regret it, because standing there, staring at you wide-eyed, is your ex, otherwise known as Stray Kids' Lee Felix. You both continue to stare at each other for a while, before he finally breaks the silence (and your trance) by whispering, "Y/N."
You clear your throat, and say, "I'm sorry, but we're closed for the day." He rushes to the and hurriedly replies, "Please, it's rather urgent. My friend Hyunjin is really craving some blueberry pie, and he refuses fo join practice before I bring him what he wants." "I told you, I'm sorry, but I can't help you today. You can come back tomorrow though," you say, not looking into his eyes. "Please Y/N, Chan hyung is getting really angry, he's gonna ground me along with Hyunjin," Felix reasons, and you find yourself giving in to his pleading eyes and pouty lips.
"Fine, wait a minute," you say, making him crack a smile. Boy have you missed that smile of his, you think, before mentally slapping yourself for still not being able to resist him, even though he broke your heart to pieces when he broke up with you over the phone two years ago, telling you that he could no longer do long distance with you being all the way in Australia. It wasn't the breakup that hurt you though, it was the fact that he had found someone better and closer to him, or so he said.
Little did you know, though, that the company had he had never really found anyone else, that he didn't want to find anyone else. The company had made him lie to you when they came to know he was secretly dating. He tried to put up a fight, but the company started threatening him about the group facing consequences. He knew you'd see right through him if he told you the truth, so he had to lie to you in order to make you hate him, just so you could move on in life. He meant well, but he never knew he hurt you so bad that you'd give up on dating and love altogether.
"Here you go," you say while handing him his parcel. He thanks you, while contemplating if he should make small talk. Mustering up the courage, he asks, "How have you been?", while looking down. "Fine," you reply, "Congrats on the comeback." His head snaps up at that, as he says, "I didn't know you knew I had a comeback," "It was all over the news, Felix. Stray Kids are really making it big," you swallow before adding, "Your partner must be really proud of you," complete with a fake smile plastered on your face.
Felix winces at your words, not knowing what to say. In the end, he settles with, "How long have you been running this bakery?" "Since about a month after we broke up." When he gives you a confused expression, you sigh and add, "I was kinda already about to move to Seoul when you told me that you had found someone else. I was gonna surprise you, but you ended up surprising me instead."
"Y/N, I-I never knew. I'm so sorry, I-," he says, but you cut him off. "I-I t-think you should leave," you say, with tears threatening to spill. "Let me explain, please. I swear I'll come clean, please, just give me a chance." "No Felix, I can't give you any chance, you blew it up when you hurt me so bad that it made scared of ever loving again. Please.....j-just go," you say, shutting your eyes close. Dejected, he turns around to leave, but not before saying, "I'm sorry," one more time. Once he leaves, you sink down to the floor, crying. "Why did you have to ruin me so bad?," You whisper.
You don't, however, notice that just outside the door, Felix too, is crying hysterically as he gets into his car.
Upon reaching the JYP building, Felix rushes to the washroom to try and dry his eyes and hide any signs that he's been crying. "I still love you. I never stopped, but gosh, why did I have to be such an idiot to let you go? And that too, in the worst way possible?," he says to his reflection in the mirror, thinking back to your broken expression. Slamming his fist against the sink, he curses at himself.
Once he's finally sobered up a little, Felix goes back to the practice room to give Hyunjin his pie. Though he has half a mind to just call in sick and go home and weep, he knows the group needs him. "Here you go, Hyun," he forces a smile onto his face when Hyunjin thanks him. Chan notices his slumped shoulders, but shrugs it off as tiredness. "Now that everyone is satisfied, can we get back to practice?," he asks. Once all the boys agree, rehearsals begin again, but Felix can't find it in himself to focus. He keeps making mistakes, which finally results in Chan stopping the music, grabbing his hand, and taking him out the practice room and to his studio.
"What is it, Lix? You've been distracted ever since you came back from the bakery. Come on, I know something is bothering you, it isn't like you to lose focus. Tell me what it is," Chan says, sternly but gently, his concern for the younger boy evident. "It's nothing, hyung. I'm just tired," Felix tries to evade the question, but Chan presses on. "I'm not buying that, and I'm not gonna have you distracted during performances or practices, either. I can't risk you injuring yourself or any of the boys, so I'm saying again. Spit. It. Out. Leader's orders."
Felix sighs, running a hand through his hair. After a pause, he finally says, "I saw Y/N today. The bakery, it is owned by them." Chan's eyes go wide at this, since he's the only one who knows the circumstances under which you both broke up, and is also the only one who knows about how much Felix regrets letting you go, in the worst possible way. "What happened? Were they....rude to you? Or did they do something?" "What? No hyung, they were nothing but nice to me. We made small talk, and they told me that they were planning to surprise me by moving to Seoul, when I broke up with them. I hurt them so bad that they are scared of ever loving again," Felix says, taking shaky breaths between sentences as tears welled up in his eyes again.
"I messed up so bad hyung, you know I still love them. They're the nicest, most perfect, most lovable person I've ever known, and I damaged them so badly, gosh I feel so guilty," he breaks down again, causing Chan to wrap his arms around him, giving him a shoulder to cry on. Once Felix calms down, Chan says, "You know what you have to do now, right?" "What do you mean?"
"You say you still love them. You say you're guilty. But instead of telling these things to me, you need to tell this to them. Apologize to them, tell them the whole story. Tell them there was never anyone else, and that it's always been them. You didn't fight for them back then, because you were worried for us. But you can fight for them now, because we got your back. Win them back, Lix. Make up for your mistake."
"B-but hyung, why would they ever want to take me back again? I've been nothing but a jerk to them." "Well, in that case, you can't blame them. But they deserve to at least know the truth. They deserve to know that your intentions were not wrong. If they choose to walk away after that, they will at least have had gotten closure. Who knows, it might help them muster the courage to go out and love again. You owe this to them, Lix."
Chan succeeded in knocking some sense into Felix, as the next day, the younger boy found himself in front of your bakery, preparing a long speech explaining why he did what he did to you. He's so engrossed in his thoughts that he doesn't notice your best friend walk out the bakery and stand next to him. "Uhm, are you okay?," she asks, surprising him. "O-oh, uh-uhm, yeah," says Felix, while noticing her uniform, that's identical to yours. "Do you work with Y/N?" "Yeah, we're friends and partners, and on most days, we work together. But they called in sick today, and told me they'd cover the evening shift. How do you know them though?"
To this, Felix finds himself at a loss for words, but he figures if he's gonna come clean to you, he needs an ally. And what better person than your best friend? So he takes down his mask slightly, making your friend gasp in response. "You Felix from Stray Kids! What are you doing here?" "I-I came here to meet Y/N. We broke up two years ago due to a mistake I made, but I need to explain things to them. They deserve to know the truth." He looks up to see your friend glaring at him, as she says, "That was you? You broke my best friend's heart? How could you? I'm not letting you anywhere near them, you jerk"
"Please, just give me 5 minutes, and I'll explain everything to you. Then you can decide if I deserve one more chance." When your friend doesn't say anything, Felix launches into his own version of things, explaining himself and his actions. Once he's done, your friend is still glaring at him, but he notices a smile tugging at her lips.
"You have been nothing but a complete and utter jerk to them. And honestly, you deserve to get your ass kicked by them. But I know that they still love you, and the way you are repenting what you did tells me that you love them too. So I give you my blessing. They'll be here in the evening at 6, be here before then." Felix hugs her super tight at that, with the biggest smile plastered on his face while thanking her. She adds, "But if you hurt them again, I swear I'm gonna murder you with my own two hands." "It won't come to that, I promise."
Felix arrives at the bakery at 10 minutes to six, and the moment he enters, your friend shoves him into the kitchen, asking him to stay there till you come. Once she leaves, he starts pacing up and down, raking his hand nervously through his hair. He tries to prepare what he is going to say, but gives up when he realizes that it would all go out the window when he sees you.
Meanwhile, the moment you step inside the bakery, your friend pretends to be busy setting stuff up on the counter, and asks you to bring in some things from the kitchen. Unassuming, you start walking towards the kitchen doors, when she notices your swollen eyes and exclaimed "Babe, have you been crying?" You muster up a fake smile and tell him that it's just you not feeling well, but unknown to you, Felix heard your friend, and guilt washes over him again. But he doesn't have time to wallow in it, as soon after, you step in.
The way your expression morphs into one of pure sadness breaks his heart into a million pieces, and when you say, "What more do you want from me?" while holding back tears, it takes everything in him to stop from falling to his knees and begging forgiveness. He tries to speak, but you hold up a finger, indicating you aren't finished. "Now that you've found me again, was it not enough for you to have me admit that what you did to me made me stop believing in love? Do you even want to rub it in my face by telling me how happy your are with your partner? If that is so, then please, just get lost, I'm begging you."
Tears are now streaming down your face, and Felix finds himself saying, "Just please. Let me explain. You deserve to know the truth and my feelings and intentions. If after that, you want me to leave, I swear, you will never have to see me again." You can't look at him, but when you don't reply, he says, "I promise that this is the real truth behind what I did. Please hear me out. I lied when I said I had found someone else. There is no 'someone else,' and there never will be one. The only person I've loved, the only person I still love, is you. It'll always be you."
"The company made me break up with you, and threatened me that the group will face consequences if I didn't do as they had asked. I that that if I outright told you the real reason, it would hurt you. And so, I decided to lie to you in order to make you hate me, even if it broke my heart. But never did I ever think that it would damage you so badly, and I know I've been stupid, but I can't help but ask for you to forgive me, and give me one last chance. I know I've been a total jerk to you, and even now, I'm being nothing but selfish, but I just want you to know that I still love you. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, and I'll walk away forever. But you deserved to get closure, and I hope that if you do choose to give up on me, you will now be able to love again, and trust again."
By the time he stops talking, the both of you are sobbing hard. You ask him, "Are you done?" When he nods, you say, "You say that you will walk away if I choose to give up on you. But do you really think I'll be able to give up on you? If I couldn't stop loving you even when you broke up with me in the cruelest way possible, what makes you think I'll stop loving you now that I know that you went through the same pain as me? You knew what the truth was, and you still had to hide it. I can only imagine how hurtful that must have been, Felix. I hate myself for believing your stupid lie, for ever doubting the love you had for me. I'm sorry, and I forgive you."
Felix looks up at you, surprised. It takes him some time to process your words, and when he does, he asks you, "What does that mean....for us?" To this, you shyly reply, "Well, I never stopped loving you, and if you didn't either, then should we give us another try?" Felix smiles the brightest he has in ages, as he slowly comes closer to you. Cupping your face, he wipes off your tears, as you proceed to do the same. "I promise I'll never let you go again," he says softly. You giggle and say, "You'd do well to keep that promise," before biting your lip.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?," he asks. You nod in response, causing him to gently place his lips on yours. And for the first time in a while, you feel like you're home.
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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 3: Plan B
Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader
Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst
WC: 5.1k
Warnings for this chapter: language (jk will continue to have a potty mouth), a gun, attempted murder
Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @sugaslittlekookies @jaebeomsblackgf @moon-asia
summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.
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"Excuse m-me, sir."
Jungkook turns and his heart stops in his chest when he sees the wide eyes of a horribly familiar girl staring up at him.
You're clutching a piece of paper in your hands as a smile spreads on your face when you look at him closer. Jungkook blinks a few times, the rest of him frozen in horror at being caught.
"Th-This is for you." You hold out the paper.
Jungkook takes it limply, his eyes never leaving yours.
When the initial shock leaves his body, he tears his eyes away from you and looks down at what you gave him. He squints in confusion at what he sees. Then he looks back up at his target.
What the hell is this?
"Uh-"
"I hope it isn't c-creepy. I j-just thought it might make you s-smile." You brighten when he looks back down at the picture.
Jungkook swallows thickly.
On the piece of notebook paper, is a terribly drawn picture. But that isn't what's gotten his attention. On it, is an image of what he can only guess to be himself, sitting on a bench.
He looks back up at you, "Um, I don't understand..." His voice gives out on him as he fights the urge to bolt. Everything about this situation is telling him to run. You know him. You've known he was following you.
But you aren't outright telling him that you know...
What the hell does he do now?
You smile shyly, a small blush creeping up your cheeks. "I know it m-must seem weird. But p-please let m-me explain."
He nods uncertainly, forcing his feet to stay planted where he is.
"Ok," You wring your hands together and he watches in confusion as you blink a few times. "O-Ok, I like to d-draw. And sometimes when I d-don't have anything else to draw, I draw p-people. Then I give them the p-picture as a present to make them h-happy!" You bounce a little on the balls of your feet.
"But-..." Jungkook scratches his neck. "When did you do this?" He's starting to think maybe he's out of the line of fire. Perhaps he jumped to conclusions and you don't suspect him of following you at all.
You put a finger to your chin as you think about that. Then you tap your cheek, blinking hard a few times. "Mmm, I think it was Wednesday? Maybe Thursday..." You start mumbling to yourself.
Jungkook raises a brow, watching you curiously.
He looks around, no one seems to be paying attention to the two of you. Good, he can't be seen as one of the last people to be with you.
You suddenly speak up again, drawing his attention back to you.
"W-Well, anyway. I decided to m-make it and give it to you b-because you looked sad. Are y-you lonely?" You look up at him with big eyes and he blinks, looking away for a second to regain his composure.
Damn, she's nosy.
Jungkook clears his throat and looks back at you, "I'm not lonely. And as much as I appreciate the thought, I don't need this." Then he shoves the picture into your chest, making you flinch and grab it.
"Have a good day." He says curtly, then he turns and walks as quickly as he can away from the situation.
After a minute of walking, Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief to be out of that. He messed up. Now he really needs to get this done quickly before the target figures anything out for real this time.
The relief is short-lived though. A second later, he flinches when he hears a voice calling out to him and the sound of feet running.
"Wait! Mister, p-please wait!"
Jungkook pulls his hat down further and picks up his pace, trying to find a crowd he can lose you in.
He's squeezing in-between people and pushing past others, ignoring their sounds of annoyance. Then a hand grabs the sleeve of his jacket and he internally groans.
Shit, she's fast.
Jungkook shakes you off of him and turns to glare at you.
"What?" He snaps.
You blink and cock your head to the side for a second before straightening it out, a crooked smile forming on your face.
"I w-wasn't able to introduce m-myself." You state simply.
Jungkook audibly sighs, "Look, I'm busy."
"Oh." Your face falls and he resists the urge to roll his eyes.
You look at the ground for a second, then you look back at him, your eyes bright again and the smile back on your face. "P-Please, take the picture. I have n-no room in my bag f-for it."
Jungkook sighs again and snatches the picture out of your hands, "Fine. Happy?" He waves it in the air before folding it and sticking it in his jacket pocket.
You nod happily, "My n-name is ____."
I know.
"Alright." He looks away, trying to give you the hint that he's done with the conversation.
"What's y-your name?"
Gosh, she never shuts up, does she?
"Jungkook."
...
...
...Fuck.
Why in the literal hell would he say his real name just now?
He wasn't thinking. He just wanted you to shut up.
You see the look of pure panic on his face and laugh to make him feel better, "Nice t-to meet you, J-Jungkook." He must have trouble talking with people, you think.
"Ok, well yeah, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the picture. Goodbye." He turns and all but runs off, finally disappearing into a crowd.
You watch him go into the big crowd and you smile, he was so kind.
Giggling and looking down at your fingers, you turn and start making your way home.
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Jungkook hauls ass all the way back to his place, constantly making sudden turns and glancing around to make sure you're not hot on his heels.
When he finally makes it up the stairs and into his apartment, he locks the door and yanks his shoes off, hurling them at the front door and flinching when they slam against it loudly.
There aren't enough curse words in his vocabulary for him to scream into his pillow that would satisfy him right now. He starts to shake, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as his brain goes into overdrive trying to figure out what to do now.
He's never been caught.
Not once.
He's never even been close to getting caught.
In and out, one and done.
That's how it's always been for him.
Jungkook takes his hat off and tosses it onto the tiny dining table, then he walks over to his bed and flops onto it, face down.
"I quit." He mumbles into the comforter forlornly.
Then he lays there for a minute, contemplating everything.
"I can't quit..." He mutters to himself a second later.
It's impossible.
He can't quit.
He just needs to get it over with tonight.
No more hesitating, no more distractions, no more overthinking.
It doesn't matter that she saw his face and knows his name. She'll be dead by morning anyway, and it's not like her friend is here for her to tell anything about him to.
Once he's calmed himself down enough to think clearly, Jungkook gets up and moves to his closet to pull out the safe. He puts in the code and it swings open when he gives it a little tug. He takes out the gun that he failed to use the other night, then he unloads it, pouring the little bullets onto his bed. Jungkook counts them before reloading them, then he dumps them out again, counting them before once again reloading them.
He does this whenever he needs to think, it helps him concentrate.
When he's unloaded and reloaded it four times, he's finally able to take a deep breath. He sits on the edge of his bed, his head hanging for a minute before he lifts it and stares at the wall.
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When you get home, you kick your shoes off and head straight to the kitchen to grab a snack. You grab a little drinkable yogurt and grin as you open it up and take a sip.
Then you move to sit on your couch, still gently sipping your yogurt.
When you're almost halfway done with your snack, you pull out your phone and text Mina.
You 4:32- Mina, I met someone today ^-^
Then you toss your phone next to you and grab your TV remote, turning it on you quickly find the drama you're currently binging and you hit play.
After a few minutes, you hear your phone bling. You pause the show and grab it to see Mina has answered you.
Mina 4:40- YOU WHAT? WHO
You laugh quietly and you're typing a reply when a picture of you and Mina making silly faces pops up on the screen and the ringtone you made special for her starts ringing. You answer it quickly, laughing when she shouts through the phone immediately.
"WAS IT A BOY??" She shrieks, almost breaking your eardrums.
"Y-Yeah." You can feel the blush creeping up your neck at her next words.
"Is he cute? Is he single?"
"M-Mina!" You cry in embarrassment, "It isn't l-like that."
You hear a disappointed sigh leave her lips, "Well, what is it like then?" She asks in curiosity.
"I gave him a p-picture that I drew. He t-took it, Mina! He didn't say I was c-creepy like the other girl did." You're grinning from ear to ear.
She laughs quietly as she realizes what this is about. "Ohh, so you drew a picture of him and gifted it to him?"
"Yup!"
"That's so sweet of you, ____. And he actually took it?"
You nod, then remember she can't see you.
"Y-Yes, he took it. He said th-thank you, and he told m-me his name!"
Mina laughs again at your excitement, "What's his name?"
"Jungkook."
"Ohhh," There's a teasing hint to her tone, "Sounds like a name fit for a cute guy. So, was he cute?"
You bite your lip then whisper, "Uh, yes. He was c-cute."
"Awww! ____ has her first cruuuush!" Mina shrieks again and you shake your head.
"No, Mina. I d-don't have a crush on h-him! I just thought he was n-nice. He seemed like he would m-make a good friend." You pull at the hem of your skirt, your knees tucked up to your chin.
You hear her giggle on the other side, then her tone turns serious. "Ok, you're right ____. No man is good enough to date my sweet best friend. Don't you dare pursue him until I get there and give my approval!"
You roll your eyes, "I'm not going to p-pursue him at all, silly."
You two chat for a couple of minutes, then you let her go because you both need to figure something out for dinner soon.
You decide to finish the episode of the drama, but you can't resist and watch a few more after it. By the time you're able to peel your eyes away from the TV, the sun is starting to go down. You rub your eyes in confusion, I didn't realize how many episodes I watched.
You stretch your arms above your head and yawn, "Ah, I should g-get some d-dinner," You stand up to go to your kitchen and scrounge around. You come up with a few pieces of celery, half a jar of kimchi, and one hard-boiled egg.
You scrunch your nose at the emptiness of the fridge. You'll just have to go to the grocery store tomorrow. But until then, you decide to just go out and get something to eat for dinner and maybe find something for your lunch tomorrow.
You pull your tennis shoes on and grab your bucket hat, plopping it onto your head. It doesn't go with the rest of your pastel outfit, but you don't really care. If it's comfy, then it's a win for you.
Then you take your bag and sling it over your shoulder. Remembering to lock the door, you leave and head down the stairs.
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Jungkook thanks the man at the food stand as he takes the fishcake skewer and hands his money to the man. Then he bows and turns to make his way through the crowds of people that always come out at night in Seoul.
He finds a bench in a park a little ways from the hustle and bustle of the city, so he sits there and takes a deep breath of the crisp evening air. Jungkook takes a bite of his fishcake, chewing it thoughtfully as he goes over the new plan of action in his head.
A few people pass by while he sits there, one of them is a small girl with her mother. She reminds Jungkook of that little girl, Mi-Rah, from the other day. His throat constricts when he remembers the child's words to him. Then he scoffs and takes another bite of fishcake, chewing it aggressively. If that annoying kid hadn't distracted him, he wouldn't be sitting out here right now trying to come up with a new plan...stupid.
Jungkook finishes his food, then he stretches his long limbs out, grunting from exhaustion. This hit is really taking a mental toll on him for literally no reason at all. He can't wait to be done with it.
He rubs his hands together and stands up, stretching a bit more before heading in the direction of the target's home.
He's going to finish this.
Tonight.
When Jungkook is a few blocks from her apartment, he slows down and glances around before slipping into the dark alleyway from the other night. Once he's in the dark, he slips the gun from his pocket and checks the bullets. It's an obsessive thing at this point, but it makes him feel more secure.
He slides the last bullet back in, then-
"Jungkook?"
The gun clatters to the ground with a loud sound as Jungkook whips around to see the one person he doesn't want to see at this moment.
Gosh fucking damn it all to hell.
You're standing there, looking up at him from under your bucket hat. Jungkook scans you quickly, noticing you're still in your light yellow skirt and pink blouse from earlier. You have some bags in your hands as you smile at him.
You don't seem to have taken notice of the fact that he literally just dropped the gun he was going to shoot you with. So, Jungkook quickly kicks it to the side, relieved when it slides behind a bag of trash.
"Uhm, hi...____, right?" It takes all his willpower not to fumble over his words after being caught for the second time on the same day.
You nod happily at the fact that he remembered your name, "Yes! F-Funny to run into y-you again!"
Jungkook chuckles dryly, "Yeah, what a coincidence."
You gesture to him with one of the bags in your hands, "D-Do you live n-near here?"
Jungkook's nose twitches, but he keeps a straight face. "No, I just...I was out for a walk."
"Ohh! Night walks are th-the best."
"Mhm.." Jungkook looks around, trying to figure out what he should do. Maybe he should just do it now...yeah, that's the best idea.
"So, what did you buy?" Jungkook asks suddenly, gesturing towards your bags.
You take the bait instantly and brighten, bending down to place your bags on the ground so you can show him.
The second you aren't looking, Jungkook crouches and grabs the gun from behind the trash bag he kicked it towards.
"Well, now. L-Let me see." You're crouched on your heels, looking through the bags. Jungkook cocks the gun and raises it, his finger on the trigger.
"I've g-got an apple, that was from the k-kind old woman at the fruit s-stand-"
He's about to pull it when another voice rings out in the alley.
"Miss ___! Is that you?"
Jungkook quickly brings the gun down, switching it to safety and stuffing it into the front of his pants. Clearly, he isn't thinking straight right now.
You look up at that moment and glance behind Jungkook before a smile of recognition lights up your face. "Ohh! Mr. Ch-Chang! What are y-you doing out this l-late at night?"
Jungkook bites his lip in pure frustration and turns to see an older man smiling at the pair of you. "I was taking my trash out, and I thought I'd heard your voice coming from over here."
You grab your bags and scoot past Jungkook to greet the older man properly, "It's s-so nice to see you. It's b-been a l-long time!"
Mr. Chang smiles and nods, "It has indeed. And who is this handsome young fellow?"
He looks around you at Jungkook, who screams internally, not knowing anything that could make this situation worse.
"That's m-my new friend, Jungkook."
Oh, ok. So, that makes it worse. Good.
Not only was his plan foiled, but this old man now has a visual and a name to put to someone should anything happen to you.
Great, just great.
"Ah, it's very nice to meet you, Jungkook." Mr. Chang holds out a shaky hand and Jungkook takes it and gives it a shake. "Oh, this one's got a good shake." The old man winks at you and you laugh.
Jungkook forces a smile onto his face.
He's always been good at charming people, that's what makes him so good at his job.
"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Chang." He says politely.
"Well, very good. Very good. What do you say we all get out of this creepy old alley? Let's get into the light." Mr. Chang leads you and Jungkook out until the street lamps pour golden artificial light onto the three of you. Jungkook wants to flinch away, it feels like the light is exposing all the dirty little secrets he's got hidden away.
But he remains stoic.
You and the man exchange a few words before Mr. Chang clears his throat, "Alright dear, I really am an old man, I must be heading to bed. Jungkook," Jungkook looks up from where he was staring at the ground, "Hm?"
"Be a good lad and walk my young friend home?" He looks at Jungkook with such kind and trusting eyes that Jungkook finds himself looking away.
"Of course." He mumbles.
This man doesn't suspect a thing. He has no idea that the guy he's asking to protect his friend is the one that was about to kill her for a hefty price, and would have if he hadn't been interrupted.
"Thank you. You two stay safe and I'll see you again, ___."
"Goodnight, M-Mr. Chang!" You wave to him as he slowly makes his way around the corner. Then you turn to Jungkook and smile.
Jungkook briefly wonders if your cheeks ever get sore from smiling all the time.
"I l-live this way." You raise an arm to the right, the bag hanging from it dangles. Jungkook nods, then he starts to walk. You need to jog to catch up to him, his long legs take huge strides as he hurries down the street.
The walk is silent, you sensing that Jungkook isn't really in the mood to talk. But it takes a lot of willpower for you not to start asking him different questions to get to know him more.
When you've finally reached the stairs that lead up to your apartment, you huff in a breath.
"Hoo, I'm so t-tired." You laugh.
Jungkook looks at you, his face unchanging.
You hold up a bag, "Would y-you mind carrying th-this up for me? I'm sorry, it's gotten so h-heavy during the walk. And I n-never walk that f-fast."
Jungkook takes the bag with a sigh, then he turns and hurries up the stairs, leaving you to huff and puff up them slowly behind him.
When you reach your door, Jungkook sets the bag down on the ground and turns to leave, "Have a good night." He mumbles.
"W-Wait!"
He turns back to you, biting back another sigh.
"Th-Thank you...for today." You say softly, a hint of a smile on your lips.
"No problem." He says quickly before hurrying down the stairs and disappearing around a corner.
You unlock your door and bring in the bags, lugging them to the kitchen to start unpacking them. As you put the stuff you bought where it belongs in the kitchen, you think back on your day.
It's so crazy that when you were so lonely without Mina, you were able to talk to someone new! A spark of hope comes alive in your chest that maybe you've just made a new friend. Hopefully, you'll see him again and you can learn more about him.
You're so curious to know more about this dark and lonely stranger.
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Jungkook opens the door to his apartment, walking in slowly.
He shuts the door and locks it, then he pulls off his shoes and drops them by the front door. After that, he walks over to his bed, pulls his pants and shirt off, then climbs into bed.
Wrapped up in his covers, Jungkook stares straight ahead into the darkness.
"How the hell am I going to do this?" He whispers numbly.
His head is spinning with new plans and everything that's happened today, but he can't grasp a single one of those thoughts as they race by.
Hours pass by as Jungkook tries desperately to get his head clear enough for him to focus. Eventually, he passes out from pure exhaustion, falling into a fitful sleep.
The next morning, the sun slips through the blinds. The birds are just starting to sing their morning songs, their pretty little voices waking up the rest of the world.
Jungkook shoots straight up in bed, "That's it!" He shouts, then he claps his hand over his mouth, remembering how thin the walls are in this apartment complex.
A smirk spreads across his face as he takes his hand down, "Ah, thank goodness." Jungkook almost laughs out loud in relief at finding another solution.
He jumps out of bed and runs to the shower. It ends up being the shortest shower he's ever taken, he doesn't have any time to waste.
When he gets out, Jungkook grabs a bottle of chocolate milk and a banana before hurrying to get dressed and out the door.
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Jungkook arrives at the school before you, so he gets a paper and sits on the bench, as usual, waiting for you to appear.
It only takes ten minutes of waiting until he spots you across the street. Jungkook smiles to himself and waits patiently. Sure enough, you glance across the street and see him looking at you.
You feel a warm spark in your chest when you see your new friend sitting on the bench across the street from the school. You wave happily, delighted when he smiles and waves back. Then, he stands up and jogs across the street until he's standing right in front of you.
"Good morning, ____."
"Hi, J-Jungkook!" The smile on his face makes your cheeks warm as you look down at your feet.
Then you look back at him, "H-Hey, would you l-like to hang out t-today?" You ask suddenly, but hopefully, afraid he might turn you down instantly.
Instead, Jungkook's smile grows and he nods, "Sure. I'll meet you out here when you're off work."
"O-Ok." You grin at him, not expecting him to agree so fast. Then you look at the time, "I have t-to go. I'll see you l-later."
He waves as you turn and hurry into the school.
Jungkook can't stop the smirk from coming as he watches you disappear into the doors of the school. If you insist on talking to him and making him your friend, then he'll just have to go along with it.
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"Alright, m-my little ducklings! Time t-to pack up!" You clap your hands to get their attention. They all listen immediately, moving to get their bags put together and ready for home.
A few minutes later, the school bell rings, signaling the end of the day.
The kids squeal with happiness and you feel your own rush of excitement, remembering that you have a new friend to spend the rest of your day with. The kids get into line quickly and you give them each a punch in their reward cards as they file out the door.
The second you step out of the school, leading the line of little ducklings behind you, you glance across the street, but you don't see Jungkook sitting there.
You try not to think too much about it and focus on getting the kids into the correct lines for the busses.
You wave to Joon Woo as he climbs into his father's car. He and his dad wave to you and smile before driving away.
Then you look across the street again, but there still isn't any sign of Jungkook.
You bite your lip before turning and walking into the school.
Gathering your things, you think about all the things you and Jungkook might be able to do to pass the time. You're so consumed in your thoughts that you don't notice the knock on your door. The second time the person knocks, louder this time, you hear it.
"C-Come in!" You call out, sorting the last bits of the worksheets that the kids did today. The door opens and Mr. Baek from class A walks in.
You look up and smile at him, "Good afternoon, Mr. B-Baek. How can I h-help you?"
He glares down his long nose at you, "Did you give any thought to what I said last week?"
"Um..."
What did he say last week...?
Oh...
"Oh, uhm. Mr. Baek, I still d-don't understand."
"What do you not understand about it?" He snaps.
You flinch, then set down the stack of papers and stand up while grabbing your bag. "I th-thought maybe you'd had a b-bad day-"
Mr. Baek scoffs loudly, cutting you off.
"You aren't that dense, sweetheart."
The way he says that makes your stomach turn, "Ok, I'm s-sorry that you're upset. I h-have s-somewhere to be. If y-you'll excuse me."
You move around him and hurry out of the room before he can say anything else. You really aren't sure what's gotten into him, but you're going to avoid him until he's over it.
When you walk down the steps to the school, you look around, but Jungkook isn't anywhere to be seen. You try not to let it get to you, this has happened before.
The only person who has ever followed through on plans with you is Mina.
You blink a few times, then you start making your way home.
"Going home so soon?"
You turn to see Jungkook standing behind you.
A smile spreads on your face at the sight of him. "I thought y-you'd left." You say slowly.
He shakes his head and steps closer to you, " I always keep my promises."
You feel your chest lift at his words, finally someone that isn't going to leave you hanging. Then you readjust the bag on your shoulder, "W-What would you like t-to do?"
Jungkook frowns when he notices something off about you. He knows it's none of his business and he doesn't really care, but he's curious.
"Did something happen?" He asks, taking you by surprise, "You look kind of upset."
At that, you smile bigger, "N-Nothing happened! I'm f-fine."
"Ok." Jungkook doesn't buy it, but he doesn't push you any further. He doesn't care enough to.
"So, w-what did you w-want to do?" You ask again, relieved he doesn't continue to ask you what's wrong.
"You pick." Jungkook gives you a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
You decide to ignore that and clap your hands together, "W-Well, I'm hungry! How about we g-get some food?"
Jungkook nods, "Food sounds great, do you know any good places?"
You laugh and try to send him a wink, though it's the worst wink he's ever seen. "Oh boy, I know e-exactly what we c-can eat."
Jungkook gestures forward, "Lead the way."
The two of you talk about the weather as you stroll through the city, making your way to one of your favorite food carts. You don't have much to talk about besides that. You're trying to come up with some questions to ask him once you've got your food.
Once you arrive at the steamed bun cart, you break into a little run. Jungkook watches you skip over and jump in place once you're in line.
She acts like a kid.
He shakes his head but hurries over to you anyway.
You tell him all your favorite kinds and he suggests you get them because they sound good to him too. When you take your card out to pay, Jungkook beats you to it. He hands the man some cash before you can even blink.
"Oh, y-you don't have to do th-that."
"I know." He says simply, thanking the man once he hands him the bag of buns and his change.
You two walk to the park that he had followed you to the other day and find a spot on the green grass. You plop down and pat the spot next to you, indicating that he should sit as well. Jungkook sits down and hands you the bag.
"Th-Thank you for b-buying it." You whisper shyly.
Jungkook shrugs, "No problem. Which one should we try first?"
"Um, the pork ones a-are really g-good." You say, taking out the two pork buns. You hand one to him and he immediately takes a big bite, making you chuckle a little.
"Mm, you're right. It's delicious." Jungkook says around a mouthful of food.
You nod, glad that he likes it. Then you start to eat yours, thinking about which question you should ask him first.
"So, how long have you been a teacher?" Jungkook asks you suddenly.
You swallow the bite you were chewing, "I j-just started at the b-beginning of the school year in A-August. I graduated from c-college last year."
Jungkook nods knowingly, "That's good. So, you must be around twenty-two?"
You nod, "I am t-twenty-two, yes. How o-old are you?"
"I turned twenty-three in September," Jungkook says before taking another bite.
"Oh, n-nice. And what d-do you do f-for work?" You ask politely.
Jungkook swallows the bite that feels like it's stuck in his throat at your question. "I work for a small business. I just take care of client's needs and stuff."
You smile, "That's a g-good job."
He nods, finishing off his last bite.
"It pays the bills."
Why is he suddenly uncomfortable? There's something about you that makes him nervous, but he can't tell what it is.
No, this is on his terms. This is all part of the plan, he just needs to play along. He needs you to trust him.
Jungkook glances over at you as you stuff more food into your mouth.
This is gonna be easier than I thought.
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a/n: thank you so much for all the support so far! I hope y’all liked this one
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All Men Have Limits - VII
Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne
Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.
Word Count: 3,500+
Warning: Mention of domestic violence
Previously on…
“The Court is holding session two weeks from now,” Y/N announced to the group.
“How do we know they’re going through with it after all the recent attention?” Damian challenged.
“They haven’t missed one in over over 20 years.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Dick asked.
Y/N took in a deep breath, “We need a diversion.”
“Diversion?” Jason asked.
She nodded. “The Court has two kinds of protection: the Talons and then the protection they either buy or blackmail. The Talons are at every meeting, making sure nothing goes down and protecting The Court.”
Y/N eyed all of them before continuing – except for Bruce. The two of them hadn’t spoken since their argument, and Y/N hadn’t so much as acknowledged him.
“We need to do something to drag the Talons away from The Court – something big,” Y/N clarified.
“Like what?” Tim asked.
She didn’t say anything. Instead she just awkwardly shifted her weight.
“No,” Dick shut down, being the first to put it together.
“It’s the only way,” she countered.
By now the rest of them had figured out that Y/N wished to put herself in danger once again.
“They almost killed you,” Dick started to get heated.
“Yeah, and they’re even more anxious to kill me after the trouble we caused them. We all know it. The quickest way to get the Talons out of hiding is to dangle me in right front of their faces. Make it so easy that they can’t say no.”
They all went quiet.
“It’s a good idea,” Jason broke the silence.
Jason wasn’t one to beat around the bush. He was brutally honest. Also, he wasn’t scared of a risk.
Dick glared at him.
But to his surprise, so did Bruce.
“We don’t use our own as bait,” Bruce finally spoke for the first time.
But he wasn’t even looking in Y/N’s vicinity.
That didn’t stop Y/N from rolling her eyes at ‘our own,’ as if she were actually treated the same as everyone in this family.
“Fine,” she snapped. “So what’s your genius plan for getting the Talons away from The Court and where we want them?”
Bruce was quiet, but clearly because he was thinking.
“B, we only have two weeks to get this together,” Dick tried to reason.
Y/N just continued, “While we’re distracting the Talons, the FBI and Gotham PD can raid The Court’s meeting. Security will be at an all-time low and they won’t be able to fight their way out with the distraction of a Talon defense.”
“We can think of another way,” Bruce said. Then he addressed all boys, “We’re heading out for patrol in 15.”
Dick stood up to join them.
To everyone’s shock Y/N and Bruce simultaneously said, “You’re staying here.”
Dick’s brow furrowed. “I’m fine.”
“You’re still injured,” Y/N argued. “You’re stitches aren’t even out yet.”
“You’re staying here with Y/N,” Bruce added on.
Tim, Damian, and Jason all looked at each other in amusement from seeing Bruce and Y/N gain up on Dick.
Bruce muttered out radiuses at the other three boys for patrolling.
“Just to be clear, I’m going back to being a lone wolf when this Court of Owls bullshit is over with,” Jason announced. “But I have to admit, the drama is entertaining.”
“Aww! Come on, J! You know you love the quality family time,” Tim teased.
“I personally can’t wait for him to go away,” Damian mumbled.
“Do you know what a swirly is?” Jason asked the youngest boy.
“No.”
“Do you want to find out?”
Damian looked at Tim for some kind of hint. But Tim just aggressively shook his head in warning.
“Enough,” Bruce warned, but he wasn’t all that annoyed.
When they all left for patrol, Y/N walked to her computers.
“What are you doing?” Dick questioned.
She gave him a look, “Uhhh…doing my job?”
“You did your job,” he countered. “Give yourself a break.”
Y/N knew he was technically right. She already had everything they needed to show the FBI and Gotham PD in order to take down The Court of Owls. Now they just had to wait – even if Bruce wasn’t on board with Y/N’s plan on playing bait.
“Plus,” Dick smirked. “I need someone to entertain me.”
She playfully glared at him. “Oh, I see. So this isn’t about me needing a break. It’s about you needing attention.”
He had no shame. “Maybe.”
Y/N shook her head at his ridiculous, but couldn’t hide her smirk.
“How about I teach you some self defense?” Dick offered.
“Dick! What part of ‘you’re recovering’ is so hard for you to understand?”
He had the audacity to laugh at her reaction. “Fine. Fine. But you should learn a few things at some point.”
Then Dick started walking to the training area, specifically where all the gymnastics equipment was.
Y/N hadn’t seen anyone using it while she was down there, but she assumed it was mostly for Dick.
Without warning, Dick did a press handstand mount on the balance beam, and then he held the handstand.
“Dick! Stop!” Y/N said in a panic.
And she did exactly what he wanted, leaving her computer and walking down to where he was on the balance beam.
“What?” He shrugged as he now stood on the balance beam. “It’s just a handstand. Relax.”
“I swear to god, Dick Grayson, if you do a fucking flip on that thing…”
“You’ll what?” He challenged with a smirk. “Come up here and stop me.”
Y/N crossed her arms and glared at him. “Fine. I will.”
Dick was beaming from his success.
Y/N might not be a gymnast or a vigilante the same way as all of them, but she wasn’t completely hopeless when it came to athletics. She managed to lift herself up enough to sit on the balance beam.
However, standing up was an entirely different thing.
“Fuck,” Y/N muttered under her breath.
“You got it,” Dick encouraged.
But he was still walking across towards her as if the thing was a runway.
“Have these things always been this fucking narrow? I thought it was like width of bleacher seats.”
Dick chuckled as he offered her a hand.
“I got you. Come on,” he urged her softly.
Y/N slowly stood on the balance beam, but gripped Dick’s hands tightly.
“I have some newfound respect,” she laughed lightly as she looked down at their feet.
“Harder than it looks,” Dick agreed.
“Do you think you could’ve gone to the Olympics?” Y/N genuinely asked.
He shrugged, “Who knows. Probably not.”
But Y/N knew he was most likely being modest.
Then Dick let go of her hands to grip her waist, “Try walking.”
“I feel like we’re in Dirty Dancing. You know, like the scene where they’re working on lifts and walking across the log in the woods.”
He smiled.
Y/N lost her balance a little bit and panicked.
But Dick’s grip on her waist was strong. “You’re OK. I got you.”
It was hard to focus on balancing and walking when his gentle voice said things like that to her, making her stomach drop and her heartbeat quicken.
And it all proved to be too much when Y/N really lost her balance and there was no stopping her from falling. She shoved into Dick too hard, making him lose his grip as well.
But as they fell, Dick quickly maneuvered their bodies so he took the fall and caged her body protectively.
Y/N instantly sat up in hysterics.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Are you OK?” Y/N cried out as her eyes went down to where he still had stitches, half expecting blood to be on his t-shirt from the wound reopening.
But Dick was laughing his ass off.
“It’s not funny!” She slapped his chest.
“I’m not made of glass, Y/N.”
She couldn’t keep her own amusement in check much longer and started laughing along with him.
But then Dick’s phone lit up and vibrated beside them. It must’ve fallen out of his pocket when they fell.
Y/N didn’t mean to look. She really didn’t. But her eyes couldn’t stop from reading the name ‘Barbara Gordon’ on the screen.
Her smile dropped for some reason.
But Dick didn’t see the problem.
He casually reached over and looked at the message.
Y/N moved off of Dick. “Texting your ex?”
Dick narrowed his eyes at the framing of her question. “Do you know every woman I’ve ever dated?”
She smirked at that. “Maybe.”
“Yes, I am. She’s a friend.” He tilted his head. “Don’t you stay in touch with any of your exes?”
Y/N shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t really have any ex-boyfriends. Just…” she hesitated, “people I’ve hooked up with or whatever.”
Dick nodded slowly.
“Why hasn’t she been around?” Y/N changed the subject quickly.
“She’s been working her own case – had to go undercover for awhile.”
She nodded. But wasn’t looking at him as they talked now.
“You know…just because that’s what’s happened in the past doesn’t mean that it always has to be that way,” he told her quietly.
“Easy for you to say.”
Dick winced a bit. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Her gaze finally moved up from the floor to his. “You’re a serial monogamist. Being in relationships is easy for you.”
“That’s what you think of me?” Dick couldn’t hide the hurt in his voice. “You think I don’t know how to be alone?”
“I didn’t say that,” she quickly defended.
“But that’s what you were implying.”
Y/N got up from the mats and started to leave.
“No. Don’t do that,” Dick caught her arm.
“Do what?” She challenged as she pulled her arm away from him.
“Don’t make up problems that don’t exist, Y/N.”
She huffed at that.
“Yeah, I’ve been in serious relationships for most of my life. Not because I didn’t know how to be alone, but because I loved them.” He shook his head. “I know men have treated you like shit, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do the same.”
“What are we even talking about, Dick?” She shot back.
How did they get from messing around on a balance beam to discussing their non-existent relationship?
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You’re one of the smartest people I know. Act like it.”
It wasn’t until now that Dick saw how Bruce and Y/N were similar. He’d never met anyone else that could push people away like they did. But it was clear they both thought it was easier and less complicated to isolate themselves.
Maybe that’s why they gravitated toward each other. Like if the faced it together than they were cheating their way out of their own rules.
Except Dick couldn’t help but wonder what Y/N’s life could look like with someone who really loved her, who showed her that she didn’t have to face the world alone. Obviously he wanted to be that person for her. But his ego wasn’t too proud to allow someone else to do that for her. Even if it hurt like hell.
“Dick, I can’t–”
But he didn’t let her say another word, and his lips crashed against hers.
She tried to be stubborn and pull away, but he wasn’t letting her get away.
Dick deepened the kiss. This wasn’t like the night of the gala. It wasn’t innocent and soft. No, this was filled with fire and infatuation.
Dick wasn’t being polite anymore. His hands slipped under her t-shirt to grasp her waist, needing to feel her and refusing to allow fabric between his touch and her skin.
Maybe he was trying to prove something to Y/N now.
But just when Y/N was about to push it further, Dick pulled away.
Their lips were both swollen.
And he kept close to her, tempting her with another kiss – but not giving in.
“You don’t want to talk about it? Fine.” His voice was raspy.
Eventually he’d push her to talk about them. For now, he’d let her figure things out.
“But don’t convince yourself that I’m no one to you.”
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Y/N couldn’t sleep.
Her mind was restless.
She knew Dick had been right: she was trying to point out issues that didn’t exist, picking unnecessary fights.
Getting Dick frustrated was a great way to stop herself from actually reflecting on how she was starting to feel about him.
Instead of tossing and turning in bed, Y/N decided to go to the library. She hadn’t spent much time there – too busy practically living in cave. But it had intrigued her since she arrived. It was so beautiful, and even large enough to hide in.
She was a hour or so into a book she grabbed from the shelves when someone cleared their throat.
Y/N jumped in fright and looked up to see Bruce leaning against one of the book shelves.
His hair was wet and he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Clearly he’d just taken a shower.
“You’re back early,” she noted.
It wasn’t even 4AM yet.
“Quiet night. The boys had patrolling handled.”
She just nodded and went back to her book.
But Bruce’s presence made it impossible for her to even focus enough on the words to keep reading. So, she faked it.
“I owe you an apology.”
Her stare snapped up.
“I should not have spoken to you the way I did.”
Y/N was silent.
“It was unfair, and I was mistaken. I apologize.”
Y/N watched him for a moment before saying, “Apology accepted.”
She expected him to leave after that. He’d checked his little box. Now they could both move on.
“I was scared,” Bruce confessed. “That I was going to find you dead. And then I was scared Dick would lose it and…” His words died out.
“Well… you hid that very easily.”
“I have to.”
“I know. But you don’t realize how frustrating that can be for other people.”
Bruce sighed and frowned. “I understand.”
Y/N finally put her book down and got up from the love seat to slowly walk to where Bruce was standing.
“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” she apologized softly. “And I’m sorry for scaring you. I was only doing what I thought was right.”
Bruce didn’t even realize what he doing until he pulled Y/N into his arms and felt her bury her face into his chest and hug him back. He tightened his hold around her, breathing in her hair.
Y/N was surprised by his hug, but she was grateful for it.
She closed her eyes and breathed him in. It was either his body wash or his cologne, but Bruce always smelled like musk and wood. Y/N was rarely close enough to smell it this well. But when she did, it instantly soothed her.
“Why are you up so late?” Bruce asked when they finally pulled away.
Y/N let out a long sigh, “Just couldn’t sleep.”
“Come on. I’ll make you some tea.”
“You do not know how to make tea,” she answered while trying not to laugh.
“I am not as hopeless in the kitchen as you’d imagine,” he told her with a smirk.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she replied, as she followed him downstairs.
True to his word, Bruce made Y/N lavender tea, making it just as Alfred had taught him as a child.
He gave her a smug smirk when he handed her one of the mugs and saw how surprised she was by him.
Y/N never expected he would linger.
But an hour later, they were still sitting on the barstools at the island.
The conversation was slow, but light.
Now that Y/N had spent so much time with the family, she mostly talked about the boys with Bruce, asked him questions about each of them.
It was easier for him to talk about them than himself – or them.
Little did Bruce know, Y/N was learning so much more about him from the way he talked about all of them.
Bruce was subtle, but Y/N could tell how proud he was of all of them – even Jason, who he had a tumultuous relationship with. He loved them with all his heart, even though he was terrible at showing it.
“Damian’s the only one who still lives here. Tim has a penthouse in the city. And Dick is constantly jumping around place to place. But it’s been...nice having them around so much recently,” Bruce admitted with hesitation.
“And what about Jason?” She asked. “He never seems to stay here.”
Bruce hid his sadness and disappointment well, but Y/N could still see it.
“I’m lucky Jason even speaks to me,” he answered darkly. “He tends to like his space and prefers to…keep to himself.”
She nodded, not forcing the subject more.
But then her eyes got a glimpse of the clock. And she looked inside her now empty mug. How long ago did she finish it?
“I should probably attempt to get at least a couple hours of sleep,” she murmured as she got up from the stool.
Bruce nodded, and did that thing where men stand up as soon as a woman does.
No matter how many times he did it, Y/N was always caught off guard by it.
“Thank you for the tea,” her voice was so quiet, but sincere. She smiled, “I’m sorry for ever doubting your skills.”
He grinned and watched her leave.
But when Y/N reached the edge of the kitchen she turned around. “If I asked you a question, would you answer truthfully? And I mean really answer.”
Bruce observed her for a few seconds.
He knew she deserved his honesty.
They constantly answered each other’s questions with questions. It was like a dance – or a fight – which one probably just depended on the day.
He nodded.
“It’s okay if I am. Really, it is.” She took a short inhale. “But was I just another one of Bruce Wayne’s conquests?”
The desperation for honesty was so clear in her face and voice. If he said ‘yes,’ it would hurt her, but she would get over it. After all, that’s what she’d been assuming all this time.
Bruce did not have the words. Furthermore, he saw this for what it was: the two of them approaching dangerous territory.
But he owed her this.
Bruce didn’t break her stare as he carefully shook his head.
“Goodnight, Bruce.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
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LATER THAT NIGHT/EARLY MORNING…
Bruce knew Dick would be in the gym in the manor.
Everyone trained in the cave, so Dick knew no one would find him there. And he could workout in peace without being reprimanded about resting and being cautious about his injuries.
Dick had been sprinting on the treadmill when Bruce walked in.
When he spotted his entrance in the mirror, Dick stopped the machine.
He was dripping in sweat, proving that he’d been training hard – too hard for his condition.
Wonder where he learned that from…
“What’s up?” Dick asked as he wiped his face with a towel.
“I had a feeling you weren’t resting,” Bruce said as he crossed his arms.
“I’m fine,” Dick shot back.
But he did a double take when he realized how deep in thought Bruce seemed to me. He was staring off, an extremely unusual thing for him.
“Bruce?” Dick asked with concern.
“Y/N’s parents abused her,” Bruce told him firmly all of the sudden. “Her father was an alcoholic – beat her and his wife. Her mother emotionally and mentally terrorized her. After running away countless times, Y/N was finally able to emancipate herself at 16.”
Dick’s entire body froze. “How do you know that?”
“She told me.”
Bruce didn’t mean to sound smug.
But Dick still took it that way.
“For obvious reasons, she didn’t go into great detail. But I filled in the blanks with research – though she’s hid her past well, as you can imagine. She was homeless after that. Broke in where she could. Tried to stay off the streets. Even dressed like a boy for safety.”
Dick felt sick as he listened. Stories like this were all too familiar to their family.
“One day, she saw someone coding on their computer at a coffee shop. She had always overachieved at computer science in school, and it intrigued her. As you and I both know, she caught on rather quickly.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because she’s not going to,” Bruce replied as if it’s obvious.
Dick scowled, still not putting together the deeper meaning. They had never shared a conversation like this before. And it was confusing him.
Was Bruce trying to shove his past with Y/N in Dick’s face?
“I was the first person she ever shared her past with,” Bruce said slowly. “And it took me far too long to realize that I mishandled her trust. I did not deserve it.”
Dick could see the regret on Bruce’s face as he spoke.
But Dick finally understood what Bruce was actually trying to tell him: ‘If she does you the same honor, don’t you dare make the same mistake I did.’
“I understand,” was all Dick responded with.
Bruce gave a curt nod.
“Need I remind you that the cave has cameras?”
Bruce saw them kiss. But little did he know, it wasn’t their first.
Dick only quirked an eyebrow as if it say, ‘So? What of it?’
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Part 8
Guys, I was 30 minutes early. You’re welcome.
I want to point out that Y/N’s dark past was always part of the story. But I avoided actually including it because I am not a fan of fanfic writers often romanticizing abuse or mental health issues or other serious matters. I just want everyone to know that I take things like this seriously and I’m not just using them as a plot point.
So here is a resource if you or someone you know is a victim of domestic violence.
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Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of gun violence, PTSS
A/N: before you have a heart attack, the angst is resolved by the end of the chapter
Masterlist
Chapter 35
“Elephant,” Spencer read from the list.
“E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T,” Jo recited.
“Correct!” Spencer picked her up and hugged her, “That’s the last word on the list your teacher gave as practice. You’re my little genius.”
“This spelling bee is going to be a P-I-E-C-E of cake,” Jo beamed.
“Speaking of cake, what kind do you want, Baby J? We have to celebrate your last day of 1st grade.”
“Chocolate!” she smiled.
“You got it,” you gave her a thumbs up, “Daddy and the babies are going to go with you to school to watch the spelling bee and I’ll be there as soon as I pick up your cake. I need a final hug and kiss from my first grader before I go though.”
“Bye, Mommy!” Jo kissed you on the cheek.
“Remember you don’t have to win. Just have fun, baby,” you reminded her.
Jo nodded.
“Bye, love,” you gave Spencer a quick kiss, “Save me a seat!”
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“Can I get a chocolate cake that has ‘Congrats Jo!’ written on it in purple frosting?” you asked the baker.
Once the cake was decorated, you headed to the front to check out.
All of a sudden, two men with black ski masks burst through the door with guns.
One of them fired off two shots towards the ceiling to get everyone’s attention. You dropped Jo’s cake in sheer panic.
“Everyone, get to the floor now! If the cashiers cooperate, this will all go smoothly and no one gets hurt,” one of the men yelled.
You couldn’t get enough oxygen to your lungs as you dropped to the floor. The events from Jo’s seventh birthday party kept replaying in your head.
Then, you felt something warm seeping down your front. You looked down to see your white shirt quickly darkening into red.
Spencer dropped the cake on the ground, running over to you, “Y/N!”
You fell to the ground just as he caught you. You could hear the muffled sounds of screams, kids crying, and people running away.
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“Jo, your word is environment,” the teacher announced.
Spencer looked around the crowd in the auditorium. It was already the second round and you still weren’t here. He would have texted you but unfortunately, carrying both twins inside, he managed to leave his phone in the car.
What he didn’t know was it was blowing up with messages from the team who were at the hostage situation and had seen you on the security footage.
“E-N-V-I-R-O-N-M-E-N-T,” Jo stated into the microphone.
“Correct.”
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You were trembling on the floor with the palms of your hands covering your eyes.
The robbers must have planned their timing wrong because the cops showed up earlier than expected, turning the robbery into a hostage situation.
They didn’t have a plan though so they denied all forms of communication. You were trapped.
-
“Okay, we are entering the final round between Jo and Mason.”
“Mason, your word is neighbor.”
“N-A-B-O-R,” Mason said.
“I’m sorry, Mason. That is incorrect. Good try though. Jo, the word moves on to you. If you get this correct, you will be the winner.”
“N-E-I-G-H-B-O-R,” Jo stated confidently.
“That is correct! Congratulations to Jo!” the teacher cheered as the audience applauded.
They handed her a little trophy and Spencer ran up to her and gave her the biggest hug he could with his baby carrier on.
“Where is Mommy?” she whispered.
“I don’t know, Princess, but I’m sure she has a good excuse because she wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he whispered back.
“JJ, can I use your phone for a picture? I left mine in the car,” Spencer asked.
“Sure, hold on. I just need to power it back on, I didn't want it making any noise during the competition.”
They waited for JJ’s phone to turn on and her face noticeably shifted to concern as she shuffled through the missed calls and texts.
“Will, watch Jo and Henry please,” JJ said, pulling Spencer into the hallway nearby.
“Spence, I need you to take a seat.”
“Why?” Spencer asked, slowly sitting down with the baby carrier holding the sleeping twins.
“There is a hostage situation at the nearby grocery store and Y/N is inside. She is physically okay but she seems to be having some sort of breakdown.”
“Well assuming the unsub or unsubs have a gun, that would make sense because her last encounter with a gun, she was shot at Jo’s birthday party and almost died. She is most likely suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome. We need to get down there right now,” Spencer stood.
“Okay, leave the babies with Will and he’ll watch the kids for now. I’ll explain it to him later.”
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Glass shattering. Yelling. Gunshots fired.
You closed your eyes tighter and pressed your hands to your ears to block out the sound.
Someone put their hands on your shoulders and you screamed loudly. The hand began to rub your back soothingly.
You opened your eyes to see Spencer crouching down in front of you. He was saying something to you but you couldn’t hear because of the deafening ringing in your ears.
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You were still paralyzed in fear even though you were now safe in your husband’s arms.
Spencer’s lips were moving again but you couldn’t make out a single word. He scooped you up and carried you outside to one of the ambulances. They placed a blanket around you and you curled up into yourself again, putting your head in your knees.
Spencer’s hand never left your back.
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It had been a day since the incident and you still hadn’t talked. You wanted to but it seemed impossible. You had only left the bed to use the bathroom, barely touching the food Spencer brought you.
“I want to show Mommy my trophy but she isn’t leaving her room,” Jo frowned.
“Mommy went through something really scary so that is why she missed your spelling bee and why she won’t leave her room. Two bad men tried to rob the store she was in and it reminded her of when she got hurt before and had to be in the hospital for a while,” Spencer spoke softly to her.
“Oh. What can I do to help?” Jo asked.
“How about we all go in there and just lay with her? She might not be in the mood to talk but you can talk to her, Princess,” Spencer had Ollie on one hip and Ophelia on his other.
He was right behind Jo when she knocked on your bedroom door.
“Love, can we come in and sit with you for a bit?” Spencer asked, cracking the door open.
You slowly sat up and extended your arms, inviting Jo in for a hug. Jo ran into your arms.
“Hi, Mommy,” she whispered.
You kissed her head in response. Jo laid down in your lap and proceeded to tell you all about the spelling bee as you stroked her hair.
Spencer took his spot in the bed with Ophelia on his chest and Ollie in his lap. He smiled softly when you reached for Ollie, cradling him in your arms.
Jo put some Looney Tunes on to cheer you up. Spencer ordered pancakes from the local diner and you all ate in bed together. Spencer couldn’t stop smiling when you finished your entire stack of pancakes.
By late afternoon, you all had moved on to ‘Tangled’ but all the kids were napping on top of you. You grabbed Spencer’s hand and interlocked your fingers. Spencer brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.
“I love you,” you croaked.
“I love you too, my brave brave girl,” he whispered with happy tears in his eyes.
A/N: congrats, you made it through the last angst plotline in this fic!!! i hate to say it because i’m so attached but i will probably be wrapping this fic up soon (maybe 4 more chapters or so). also, send me some asks! i’m bored!!! i have been writing all day!
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Ro reactions to mc and them maybe falling on top of each other by accident and mc freezing up all red and it maybe ends with a kiss that someone interrupts. ( in the crushing stage.)
Hi Anon,
I hope you're doing well. For some reason my mind honed in on this part: 'a kiss that someone interrupts', so I am going to do RO reacts to that. :D
Early to middle romance.
Scenario: You and the RO(s) are kissing. Mrs. Dorran enters with some cookies. She is being kind, but yeah, she also has bad timing... >.>
Mrs: Dorran: “I’ve got some chocolate chip cookies for-”
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Beckett/Becca
You can actually feel the little gasp B makes against your lips, before they pull back and away from you with wide eyes. The two of you were sitting close together and yet now there is somehow a couch cushion inserted between you acting as a fluffy wall, which doesn’t really make sense because Mrs. Dorran already saw you kissing, but B is a little frazzled. “Hi, er, thanks for the cookies?”
Silas/Sofia
S breaks the kiss off rather abruptly, but does take your hand to soften the action, threading your fingers together and pointedly keeping them beneath the blanket. “Mom,” they greet their mother with a hint of exasperation, but no true annoyance. “We didn’t know you were baking...” Their dark brown eyes settle meaningfully on you, which gets their mom to set the cookies on a table and close the door behind her, though she may or may not have shot a proud look at her child.
(Yes, imagine that one Mean Girls scene, but sweet instead of spicy.)
Reese/Ruby
R’s hand remains firmly against the nape of your neck, fingers toying with the collar of your shirt, flicking it up and down before flattening it back out entirely; they aren’t bothered by PDA. They relish in showing how much they care for you, but this is Mrs. Dorran, so they will tone it down a little. “Did you say chocolate chip?” They finally ask, turning their head from you only after leaving a lingering kiss to your cheek that is a promise for more affection later on. The two of you are still close together and R has no plans of changing that.
James/Jane
J freezes up entirely like Mrs. Dorran has a knife or something that is harmful on the plate and not ooey-gooey, chocolate chip cookies made with love. The arm that was wrapped around you suddenly shifts lower, loosening up so the hold becomes less heated. “Ma’am, sorry,” they hastily apologize to Mrs. Dorran, but they catch your eye when making the apology. J will make it up to you later in private.
JR
R is still kissing you; they are in the process of deepening what was once a chaste and sweet kiss, until a pointed tug on the back of their shirt serves as a distraction. They have half a mind to ignore J until the tug slips lower, fingers hook into the waistband of their pants giving a pull that cannot be ignored that is more of a firm yank. “Wha-?”
“Did you not hear that we have company?” J interrupts, sitting more properly on the couch between the two of you and lowering their arms from where they rested around you both in a loose embrace. They no longer intentionally lean back against the cushions to give space to you and R.
To be fair, you didn’t notice either, but you do see Mrs. Dorran standing there with a plate of cookies and offer a sheepish smile to her, which she awkwardly returns. Oops. You are a little mortified and also embarrassed, but J’s hand resting against your lower back in a reassuring touch may be an attempt to help you through that.
“Oh, what kind of cookies are those?” R wonders with some excitement before a warning look from J earns a reluctant apology. “Sorry...”
The real question is why are y’all kissing in the Dorran’s house? I do not know.
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SFW Alphabet - Solomon
This is for my best friend/mother as she is the biggest Solomon simp I’ve ever seen lol. Also, this is gonna be angsty cause I love writing angsty Solomon
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He pretends to not like affection, but he’s a softie and we all know it. Really, all he needs is a hug and he’ll just melt on the spot.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
One word: chaos. You two as best friends cause untold destruction and cause Lucifer several migraines per day. Being besties with him also means being besties with Asmo, so be prepared for that as well.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He loves cuddles. Maybe it’s just the fact that he hasn’t had much physical contact in who knows how long, but he loves any form of contact. His favorite ways to cuddle is him on his back with you either laying on top of him, or on the side of him with your head on his chest.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
I can’t see him as the type to settle down, be he’d consider it depending on the person. And while he’s a terrible cook, he’s not half bad at cleaning and other household chores.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He’d be super blunt about it. Honestly, he’s scared to get with anyone to begin with since, ya know, immortality and all, so it’s been a while since he’s actually had to break it off. His main goal when breaking up with someone is to get them away from him, so he wants to make sure the way he breaks up with them will make them want to stay away.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Afraid of commitment. I imagine the last time he tried to commit to someone was before he became immortal, so having to watch them die made him vow to never get that close to anyone again. Then he met you, and all of that has been thrown out the window. He might try and rush things a bit, but he just wants as much time with you as possible. So, while he is afraid to commit, he’ll do it for you.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He’s bad at human interaction, so he might not know if he accidentally hurts you, but he’ll be quick to apologize once he realizes. Honestly, he’s better at being physically gentle since he can control that better than emotions.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Loves hugs. They’re one of his favorite things ever. He just finds such comfort in them, and they’re great for stress relief. His hugs are a bit on the aggressive side, but they’re still very enjoyable.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He’d say it on accident. And then he’d try to play it off to hide how embarrassed he is. It is pretty early on, but he does mean it with all his heart. Please say it back, he hasn’t heard it in a while.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He gets extremely jealous. Like, you spend so much time with the brothers and he can’t stand that. Of course, he would never admit it, but he would try everything he can think of to get you away from them. Once, he almost resorted to food poisoning out of sheer desperation.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses differ depending on his mood, but they’re usually soft and full of passion. His favorite place to kiss you is your neck because it gets a nice reaction out of you. His favorite place to be kissed is the top of his head cause he’s secretly a big softy who wants to be babied.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He’s not the most fond of kids, but he’ll tolerate them. They’re are fun to tease though, especially Luke.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
he’s either waking you up at the crack of dawn to work on some new potion, or he’s sleeping in until past noon and refuses to get up. Regardless, you are not leaving his side. If he gets up, he’ll drag you up with him. If he wants to stay in, he’ll hold you there until he’s satisfied.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He’ll usually be up late working on something or other, but he’s never up for too long. He jins you in bed when he’s done, and he’ll cuddle the crap out of you an an apology for keeping you waiting. He’s also fond of talking to you about random stuff that happened throughout the day until one or both of you fall asleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
This man is one of the most secretive people to ever exist. He wants to open up to you, honestly he does, but he just can’t. he’s so worried that all of his emotional baggage will drive you away, and he couldn’t stand losing another person he cares about. So, he keeps everything hidden. With time, he’ll start opening up if you push enough buttons.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He’s really good at pretending he’s patient. On the outside he’s his same-old self, but on the inside he’s fuming. His patience tends to wear especially thin around the brothers (except Asmo). It’s a mixture of jealousy for how much time they spend with you, and anger that they refuse to make a pact with him. But he keeps it all under wraps.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He does remember a good bit of information, but he sucks at remembering small details. For example, he may know what month your birthday is in, but he cannot remember the actual date. Or, he would remember your favorite movie genre, but not your favorite movie in said genre. He tries his best though.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
He loves this one time where you tried to help him cook something. You were tired of dealing with the mess that is his cooking skills, and you wanted him to make something that wouldn’t kill you. Everything started out fine until you accidentally get some flour on him. It wasn’t much, but still. He just turns to you without saying anything before launching some flour right back at you. And then the casual baking session turns into an all-out food war. The kitchen is a mess and you two end up getting scolded by Simeon later, but it was totally worth it.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Oh he’s very protective. I mean, you’re a defenseless human surrounded by powerful demons who want to eat you, of course he’d be protective. He would never mean to over-bearing, but he can come off that way sometimes. He used to protect those he cared about before he became immortal, so the habit comes back with you now. He doesn’t need protecting for obvious reasons, so it’s all the more reason to focus on protecting you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Surprisingly, he prefers more lowkey dates. Maybe it’s because he rarely gets any alone time with you, but he loves just chilling out together practicing magic. if you did want to go out, he would take you somewhere in the Human World to get away from all the chaos of the Devildom.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Obviously, his cooking could kill a man, but we’re gonna move past that since it’s low hanging fruit. Besides that, he has a tendency to by pretty cunning and he’s always planning some kind of prank. He also has a tendency to get jealous of the brothers a lot, and that can make him salty when you guys can finally hang out.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He used to be pretty concerned with his looks, but he’s gotten over it. He still tries to look decent since he is in the presence of some powerful demons, but it isn’t at the forefront of his mind. Although, since becoming besties with Asmo, his vanity has started picking up again.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Maybe yes, maybe no. He’s had to deal with loss several times over, so he could probably learn to deal with it like he did before, but you could be different. It really just depends on what kind of impact you have on him during your time together.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
We all know that it’s basically canon that he and Asmo have hooked up before lol. But I also lowkey think he’s hooked up with both Barb and Satan. I have no real reason as to why I think this, but I do and I’m sticking to it. I don't even ship it that much, I just think he would do something like that.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He actually doesn’t like someone he knows he’d get attached to. He doesn't want to go through that pain again, so he wants to remain distant. Also, he doesn’t like someone who doesn’t understand or accept what he’s been through and what he’ll continue going through. He wants someone who understands and who he can talk to about it.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He gets very clingy in his sleep. If he’s sleeping with someone, they can expect to be trapped in his arms until he wakes up. And if you try to escape, he just hugs you even tighter.
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Parcel 9- Pogues x OC (part 2)
summary: the pogues adventure turn crazy, scary and happy, all in one second.
wc: 2.6k
warnings: blood, injury, cursing
a/n: enjoy everyone!! happy reading 🦋
prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass~ the forbidden zone~ spy games~ midsummers~ parcel 9~
Previously on Good Life:
“What’s going on with you and Pope?”
“Pope?”
“Yeah, he clearly likes you.” The kook chuckled as she placed a curl behind her ear.
“There’s absolutely nothing going on, trust me.” Kie answered as she leaned back onto her hands.
“How ‘bout you?”
“What about me?”
“Like, do you have your eye on someone?” The pogue grinned as Lani blushed, looking away.
“Maybe.” She smirked and smiled at Kie who smiled back. The kook stood up and held out her hand for the pogue to grab. They walked back to the girls to find Sarah almost asleep and Fallon chopping up the manual.
Lani suggested to play truth or dare trying to put the actual plan in motion, which was to bring the girls together. The game only lasted a few minutes due to Sarah saying stupid things when she chose truth. They felt tired which made them move to the wall of the boat to lean against it. Lani placed her head on Kie’s lap, for her to play with the kook’s curls while Sarah and Fallon sat next to them.
“Hey, guess what? Would you rather... have… I was imagining you like this just now.” Sarah said messily as she took hair out of her face.
“It was pretty funny. Would you ima... would you rather… have nipples for eyes or eyes for nipples? Imagine if you get really old and your nipples…” She continued as the girls looked at her all confused, having no idea what she was talking about.
“Your boobs get saggy, and your nipples, if they were your eyes, you could see if your shoes were untied.” The blonde chuckled, making Fallon roll her eyes.
“Is this your first time smoking or something?” Kie asked, feeling annoyed by her presence.
“Yeah, you’re acting really pathetic.” Fallon huffed as she stood up, walking to the cabin.
“No.” Sarah muttered and fidgeted with her fingers as Lani sat up from the pogue’s lap to sit in front of her, facing the girls. Fallon came back and sat next to Kie as they stayed in silence for a while.
“Girls?”
“Oh my god!” Fallon groaned, feeling annoyed.
“Enough of the ‘hey girls’ bullshit. Why’d you do it?” Kie said quickly getting upset which caused Lani to place her hand on her leg, letting her know she was there.
“Why did I do what?”
“We were best friends, the three of us.” The caramel haired pogue said as she leaned forward to look at Sarah while she talked.
“We stole beers from your dad’s fridge, we watched movies together, we cried over boys-”
“And the next thing we know, we’re watching you have your little princess birthday party on Instagram.” The pogue said after cutting Kie off, feeling a mixture of anger and annoyance.
“It was one party.” Sarah muttered as if the conversation wasn’t important.
“You invited everyone but us!”
“And then you told everyone that we were the reason the party got busted.” Kie said softly as she shook her head in disappointment.
“Well, who else would call the cops?” Sarah asked, raising her voice as she looked at the pogues.
“You never ask, you just let the rumor go… that we were rats.” The curly haired pogues said, beginning to feel sad as she remembered how she felt in that moment. Lani scooted closer to her and held her hand tightly, trying to comfort her.
“You were our best friend, Sarah and you ghosted us… we don't even know why? Like, seriously, what did we do wrong?” Fallon asked, feeling upset as she pulled her knees up to her chest. After more emotional talking, the girls finally came to an understanding. Everything that went down in the beginning of high school was behind them and Lani was happy to have seen that.
The next morning the girls woke up pretty early to wait for the boys. They had a small breakfast while they talked about their revenge plan. Lani gathered her stuff, placing it inside her bag when she saw Kie doing the same thing. The pogue looked up and stared at the kook for a while before being interrupted by the boys, causing Lani to walk to the edge of the boat.
“You forgot your keys or something?” John B asked looking over his sunglasses.
“Need a tow?” Pope laughed as he stopped the boat next to Heyward’s.
“Please don't give them the satisfaction that this worked.” Lani muttered with her back turned to the boys as the girls walked towards her.
“Absolutely not.” Fallon whispered smirking as she leaned over to see JJ.
“Did you… reconcile your differences?”
“No.” Kie spat as she crossed her arms, watching as Lani climbed off the boat into the HMS.
“Obviously not.”
“But we’re willing to work together.” Sarah sighed as she looked at John B who smiled and high-fived Pope.
That night they were going to put the plan in motion. They were finally going to go to the Crain house and fetch out the gold. Before they left, they all met up at the Chateau, making sure they had everything ready. Lani went over the list one last time before they left: flashlights, dark clothes, rope, pulley and a grappling hook (according to JJ). They all piled the Twinkie and drove to the Crain house, parking across the road from it. Before they climbed out, John B turned and looked at his friends, stopping them from leaving.
“I just wanted to thank you, guys. Seriously. It means a lot to me that you’re here tonight.”
“Aww, you went soft John.” Lani said, tilting her head to the side as she smiled.
“Always.” Kie smiled.
“Of course, man.” JJ muttered tapping the pogue’s shoulder in support. They all climbed out of the Twinkie and walked into the house’s yard. The flashlights were on, guiding them to the basement when the porch light turned on. They all ducked and hid behind some old structure that was covered in plants.
“Great, she has motion sensor lights.” Lani muttered looking over at the door and getting back down.
“We could, uh… move very slowly, maybe?” JJ asked dumbfounded.
“That’s not how it works, J.” Fallon tapped his shoulder with a light chuckle.
“Let’s throw a rock at it.” He suggested again making everyone look at him.
“A rock?” The curly haired kook asked, thinking she had heard wrong.
“Of course, let the axe murderer know we’re here.” Kie whispered.
“Do you have a better idea?”
“Literally anything but that.” Pope said and turned back to the porch, thinking about what they could do. The bright light turned off, making the teens let out a breath of relief.
“Oh my god, the breaker. In the circuit box on the porch.” Fallon said looking at JJ who smiled and high-fived her.
“We used to play hide-and-seek here as kids. And if we were brave enough, we'd go all the way up to the porch.” He grinned as he remembered 9 y/o caramel and blonde haired kids.
“I’ve seen it.” Sarah smiled.
“No, no. You’re not going in the house alone.” John B started objecting, causing the blonde kook to laugh.
“Watch me.”
“Crain chops people into pieces.”
“If you believe that but she’s like what, 85?” Sarah asked, looking around at the teens.
“Yeah, something like that.” Kie shrugged.
“She’s probably barely still kicking.” Fallon said and turned to make her way to the porch when JJ held her wrist.
“Hey, be careful. Please… don’t do anything crazy.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” She pecked his cheek and made her way to the porch. Sarah walked behind her some time later while JJ went back to see Lani and Kie making fun of John B.
“Be safe.”
“I’ll be so safe… I’ll be safe for you.” Lani whispered as Pope and Kie laughed.
“Come on, stop it. I’m gonna kill you.”
“How will that keep us safe?”Lani asked with a straight face as everyone chuckled.
Fallon and Sarah slowly stepped onto the porch pointing their flashlights at the wall. The floorboards creaked as they walked closer to the door, not putting too much thought into it.
“Where are the breakers?” The blonde whispered pointing her flashlight all over the wall and quickly stopped once she saw the cable. Fallon moved her flashlight along the cable, until she noticed it went into the house.
“Shit… it goes inside the house.” She whispered and looked at Sarah who stared at her with scared eyes. They walked into the house, slowly, following the cable with their flashlights until they stumbled upon the breaker. Fallon opened the box almost immediately and turned the switch, making the bright light from outside shut off.
“Oh my god, they did it.” Lani whispered, staring at the porch and back at the pogues.
“They did it. Go time.” John B turned and walked quickly towards the basement followed by everyone else. They all piled around the well and moved away to get everything ready.
“Pope, look. This is C.H.U.D, full C.H.U.D.” JJ said filled with excitement as he moved her arm, signalling at the whole place.
“JJ, what the fuck are you talking about?” Lani asked, stopping what she was doing to look at the blonde.
“Cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers? Have you guys not seen that film?”
“No.”
“Can’t say that I have.” Kie said walking towards Pope to give him a few more stuff. JJ then moved to explain what the film was about which caused Lani to just look at him in confusion. She never thought that things like that would be going through his head. John B told him to shut up and moved to Pope as he began to ask some things about the depth of the well. They got the rope ready as the pogue sat at the edge waiting for his friends to give him the ok.
“Guys, I have one request.”
“Yeah?” The teens asked, looking at him.
“Don’t drop me.” John B descended into the well as Lani nodded.
“Cool… no pressure…” She walked and stood next to JJ, holding a piece of rope as they moved it slowly. They kept lowering him until he got to the bottom, surrounded by sewer looking water. JJ and Pope kept calling out for him, making sure he was okay. Upstairs, Fallon and Sarah ran from Mrs. Crain was chasing them with a shotgun, even though she was blind. Suddenly, the girls stumbled into the basement, out of breath making everyone turn to them.
“Woah, you guys okay?” Lani asked with worried eyes.
“Mrs. Crain! She’s up there.” Fallon shouted, placing her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.
“She tried to kill us with a fire poker.” Sarah held her stomach as she breathed heavily.
“We gotta go.” Kie said and ran to the bags, getting the flashlights and everything gathered.
“We locked her in the parlor but we really need to leave.” The caramel haired pogue said, walking to the exit as Kie trailed behind. JJ and Pope alerted John B but when he began to shout the teens went crazy, thinking he was drowning. Everything grabbed a piece of rope and began to pull quickly, noticing that the boy wasn't attached to it. After a few minutes of trying to him out, Mrs. Crain had followed the ruckus and made it down to the basement. She heard voices and pulled the trigger causing a loud bang to echo around the room.
The teens ran in different locations, trying to cover themselves. JJ tied the rope as Pope shouted down the well, telling John B what to do. They all ran out of the basement and climbed into the Twinkie. Pope and JJ were in front while the girls were in the back, holding the door open for John B. The blonde began to drive as a figure appeared to jump over the stone wall. He ran down the street and threw himself into the van as Lani slid the door close.
“Oh my god. That was fucking crazy.” The kook said, leaning against the door, feeling tired.
“Are you shot?” Pope asked, turning his body to the very dirty pogue.
“No.”
“I think I’d know if I was shot right?” Kie questioned, touching her chest but quickly looking down at the boy in disgust.
“Ugh, John B you smell like ass.” Everyone chuckled and began to talk about Mrs. Crain and how she was like Yoda. Lani drifted from the conversation and stared at the pogue who was taking something out of his jacket, it was shiny.
“What is that?” She asked, grabbing everyone’s attention. Sarah looked down at her boyfriend and gasped, quickly smiling.
“No, you didn’t.”
“We did it, baby!” John B shouted with a huge smile on his face. The van erupted in celebration and screams until Kie held her hands out.
“Wait, wait, Guys, we’re gonna be rich.”
“Like full kook rich.” Fallon smiled looking at JJ through the rear view mirror.
“Full kook, full kook, full kook!” They chanted on the way back to the Chateau. Once it was over they started laughing,feeling nothing but joy. It was quickly replaced with worry once Fallon sat back and winced when her arm touched the cushion. Lani’s head turned to her immediately, watching the pogue holding her arm. When she parted her hand it was covered in fresh red blood.
“Fallon’s hurt!” The kook said as she moved towards the pogue, quickly helping. JJ’s eyes went wide and looked through the mirror in fear.
“What do you mean she’s hurt?”
“She’s bleeding from her arm… It’s too deep, she needs stitches.” Lani said loudly for the blonde to hear her as the girls piled around her. Kie looked for the emergency kit and gave it to the kook, making her automatically start working.
“JJ, how far are we?” She shouted as she opened the kit, making sure everything was there.
“5 minutes!”
“I can’t wait 5 minutes, she’s bleeding a lot.” Lani muttered and turned, grabbing two flashlights and handed them to Sarah and Kie.
“Hold these up.” She put on her gloves and opened the alcohol bottle, pouring a bit on Fallon’s arm. The pogue winced in pain, making Lani look at her with eyes of pity.
“I’m sorry, I know it hurts but… I-I need to make you better, okay?” Fallon nodded and Lani quickly pressed a gauze on it as the pogue whimpered in pain. JJ sped down the road, getting to the Chateau almost immediately. They got out of the van and the blonde sprinted to Fallon, feeling scared when she saw all the blood.
“Hold the gauze hard on her arm, okay? I’m gonna get the stuff ready.” Lani said and ran inside the hut, gathering her supplies. JJ sat the pogue down in the dining room, holding her hand the whole time. The kook ran back and moved a chair, closer to Fallon as she tapped J’s hand to let it go.
“You know how to stitch? H-How are you gonna do that? You’re not even a real doctor.” JJ rambled as he stared at Fallon losing more blood. Kie and Sarah pulled him outside as Pope stayed to help.
“How do you know how to stitch?” Fallon muttered weakly, clearly feeling scared as Lani cleaned the area.
“My mom is a surgeon, she has taught me a few things… and I took a few medical classes since I skipped a few grades.” The kook said placing the bloody gauze down and picking up the gloves to put them on. Fallon’s eyes watered as she knew what was happening next.
“Hey… you’re gonna be okay, I promise. This is gonna be quick.” Lani smiled as she picked up the needle, getting ready to stitch.
“Pope, get her some pain killers.”
“I’ll be right back.” He muttered and ran off to the bathroom as the kook pushed the sharp end through the skin. Pope came back and gave Fallon the painkillers as Lani stitched up her arm while the brunette pogue assisted. After a few minutes, the stitches were done and the kook placed gauze over it. Then wrapped it with a bandage.
“All done.” She whispered and stood up, gathering everything that had to be thrown away.
“Thank you, Lani.” Fallon said with watery eyes as she grazed the bandage with her fingertips.
“Anytime.” JJ walked in and immediately ran to the pogue, examining every part of her to make sure she wasn't more hurt. Fallon fell asleep on JJ’s bed while everyone else sat around a bonfire with beers, celebrating the Royal Merchant gold.
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