#Superpower mishap

[redvelvetwishtree]

[mydearzero]

The Babysitter | Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x fem!Reader | Chapter 1 - Sitters NYC

Summary: You didn’t have any superpowers, nor were you even qualified for the position, yet somehow a mishap between Alexei and Yelena ends up in getting you a new job. Bob-sitter. 

Contents: No Y/N, fem!reader, college student!reader, no warnings apply for this chapter.

A/N: A multipart series?? From me?? who would've thought. We'll have to see where this goes and whether I'll keep it up lmao. Let me know what you think!

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“You said babysitter, I get a babysitter, problem solved!” Alexei exclaimed. The girl pinched the skin between her eyebrows, taking a few breaths before turning back to Alexei. 

“I didn’t mean an actual babysitter! I meant a trained professional! Or at least someone with a background check.”

This had been going on for about 5 minutes, ever since you’d arrived at the penthouse of the rebranded Avenger’s Tower. 

“Look, there’s clearly been a misunderstanding here. I can just, you know, leave,” you shrugged to the elevator, slowly picking your bag back up to leave. 

“No, no! You don’t leave. Just wait here,” Alexei insisted. You put your bag back on the floor, unsure of what to do next. 

You should’ve known as soon as the man contacted you through the Sitters NYC app that it was a bust. Who even has kids that need sitting in a place like this? You could still go back to Mrs. Lowinski, go back to cat-sitting the woman’s 17 Sphynx cats. But the lingering cat smell… Not to mention the fact that naked cats get their skin oils everywhere... No— this was a safe bet. 

The duo argued some more before the girl, Lena?, turned to you with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure you’re very nice and that my father offered you good money, but we had a bit of miscommunication about how to solve a problem. I’m really sorry.” 

“It’s okay, really. Thanks for the generous offer, anyway, Alexei,” you thanked the man with a thin smile, once again picking up your damn bag and heading for the elevator. 

Alexei yelled after you again to wait, but it was clear the man wouldn’t get his way, unfortunately for you. You gave him a sad wave and pressed the button for the elevator. As the doors opened, someone was about to step out when you were about to step inside. You did the awkward side-shuffle to get out of each other's way before he laughed and let you go first. You turned to stand facing the doors and caught a last glimpse of the man’s unruly brown hair before they closed.

✶

“Who was that?” Bob asked as the doors closed. 

“Your babysitter, if it was up to Alexei. We’re trying to find a reliable person who can stay here with you when we go out on missions, but Alexei took it upon himself to get an actual babysitter. For kids. Or cats. Or birds, apparently,” Yelena sighed. 

“You ask for trained professional with background check. We don’t even pass background check!” Alexei shouted. He did have a point, there. 

Bob was about to argue he didn’t need a babysitter, but he probably actually did. He couldn’t be left alone with his thoughts for too long, or he’d spiral real fast. Not good. 

“I mean, besides the company I really don’t think I need someone with much experience or training,” he shrugged. 

“See! Bob agrees. Sitter is sitter,” Alexei grumbled. 

“We’ll talk about this over dinner with the rest of the team,” Yelena spoke, and it was the final word. 

✶

You walked out of the grocery store enlightened. That’s where you’d seen the father-daughter duo before. The Wheaties box. They were part of the so-called ‘New Avengers’. It had been a few months since The Blackout, but you remembered it well. One second you’d been filling the 17 food bowls in Mrs. Lowinski’s kitchen, the next you were back in your childhood home.

You unlocked the front door and loaded your groceries in the cabinets and fridge. You sighed as you sat down on the couch, ready to call Mrs. Lowinski for your job back and to get back on Sitters NYC for more part-time work you could combine with your online classes.

Manhattan - Full-time 3 Children, aged 4, 6 & 9

Brooklyn - Part-time  4 Dogs

Queens - Au Pair 2 Children, aged 5 & 7 1 Cat

Manhattan - Part-time 3 Birds 1 Dog

Manhattan - Part-time 1 Child, age UNDISCLOSED

Ah, Alexei hadn’t taken the ad down yet. He’d been so nice, too. From what he’d described, you figured it was an older child, possibly a teenager, even, who needed someone to spend some time with every now and then. Not allowed to go out by themselves too much, irregular schedule, possible overnight stays. Nothing you couldn’t handle. Too bad it had been a misunderstanding. 

You walked into the kitchen and got ready to prepare dinner for one, again. One day you might put yourself out there. ‘Find someone real nice to take care of you,’ as Mrs. Lowinski had insisted. God, you had really spent too much time with the elderly woman. 

✶

“It really doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Ava spoke as she munched on some broccoli. 

“It’s not a bad idea, per se, it’s more that there’s factors we need to account for that Alexei overlooked. Like the fact that Bob is essentially a weapon that could be taken advantage of by the wrong person if we let them get too close,” Yelena had a point. 

“I’m not that naive…” Bob chimed in, but everybody knew he was easily influenced. Not to mention he couldn’t control The Void, and where The Sentry was, The Void followed. They couldn’t risk it. 

“I ran a background check, she’s just a college student. We can try it out with the next mission and see if Bob likes her. That’s the most important part, after all,” John argued. He grabbed the pot of potatoes and loaded a pile onto his plate, never satiated. 

“Bob, be like John, eat loads of potatoes. Good for strength,” Alexei’s mouth was full as he spoke. Bob gave him a small smile in acknowledgement, raising his fork which had a potato on it. 

“What does Bucky think?” Ava asked. The man rarely joined them for dinner, usually ‘too busy.’ 

“Haven’t spoken with him about it yet. I’ll call him after dinner to discuss. We need something if we’re gonna be as busy as Valentina is implying we’ll be,” Yelena sighed, stuffing her mouth with chicken. 

“Bob, can you pass me the salt?” She asked, mouth full. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 

They finished dinner and Bob went to clean up as usual while Yelena called Bucky on speakerphone, still at the dining table. 

“I mean if she passed a background check I see no issue with at least trying it out. It’s not like we have many other options. He doesn’t need an actual caretaker. At least she’s somewhat his age, right? Maybe a little younger?” Bucky’s voice boomed from the phone and filled the room. The man was so up to date with technology, yet was still convinced he needed to talk louder if he was on speaker. 

“I guess. I’ll have Alexei call her back. But it’s NOT my fault if this all goes wrong!” Yelena made it very clear. She was not about to be blamed if this ended in disaster. Best possible outcome; the girl did fine, blended in and spent time with Bob. Worst possible outcome? Who knows. 

✶

”Are you really sure this time?” You asked Alexei over the phone. You’d been down this road with him before. 

“Yes, Yelena asked me to call you herself. You come by tonight to meet the team and meet Bob. Will be fun!” 

“Alright, I’ll be there by 9,” you confirmed. Who named their child Bob in this day and age? 

“See you at 9!” Alexei boasted. The man hung up and you stared at your phone bewildered. He better be right. You better not be going back there for nothing again.

If you wanted to be on time, you’d have to leave soon. You put your shoes back on, grabbed your headphones and bag and ran back out the door. You locked it behind you and sped down the stairs of your building. 

You walked to the subway station and put your earbuds in. Luckily the tower was only a few stops away, or this whole ordeal might’ve been more of a nuisance. The lights flickered irregularly as the metrocar shook through the underground. It seemed as though it was having more trouble than usual, but your trip was short, it didn’t matter as long as you got to your destination. 

The car shook some more as you got off, but it was no longer of any worry. You ran up the stairs of the station and were once again met directly with the entrance to the tower, the second time today. 

You walked back in and pressed the button for the elevator to come down. You sighed and got on, pressing the button for the penthouse and waited for the doors to close. The last thing you saw before they closed was the glass entrance of the tower being shattered. You flinched on instinct, but the elevator was already taking you up and away from the danger. Your heart thrummed in your chest. Was it just an accident, or was something bigger going on? 

Your question was soon answered by an announcement over the intercom. Everybody below the top twenty floors had to evacuate the building. Not you, then. Still, you were worried. 

The elevator came to a halt at the penthouse, doors sliding open agonizingly slow. You were met with a ruckus of people walking around yelling at each other. 

“Babysitter is here!” Alexei yelled as he tugged a red mask over his face. 

“Well that’s great timing, I guess,” Yelena spoke as she sheathed a few knives. She turned to look at you. 

“Bob is in the kitchen. You just need to keep him company for now while we go deal with whatever is going on on the street. We’ll explain everything when we get back. Whatever you do, try to keep him happy, distracted and away from danger. If anything happens to him, your funeral.” The instructions (and threat) were clear. 

Several people with an assortment of weapons bustled around you as you found your way to the kitchen. You looked around for a child, but there didn’t seem to be one in here. The only person you found was the guy you saw getting off the elevator earlier today, with the comfy outfit and tousled hair. He was seated at the breakfast island, watching as the others got ready for what you assumed would be quite the fight. 

“Uh, hi?” It came out as a question unintentionally. He turned to you, your first time catching a good look at his face. 

“Oh! Hi, uhm, you must be the, uh, sitter?” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. You nodded, putting your bag on the counter and looking him over. You looked around again, no child or teen in sight. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be, like, getting ready for battle?” You mimicked a fighting pose. He chuckled and shook his head. 

“No, it’s usually best to keep me as far away from those kinds of situations as possible…” He looked away, obviously not proud of the fact.

You sought out eye contact and reached out your hand. He looked at it before looking back to your eyes, tentatively reaching out. You introduced yourself and stretched your hand out further, encouraging him to take it. He was like a skittish kitten.

“I’m Bob,” was all you heard before your vision was delved in black and you returned to a memory from a past life left behind.

CHAPTER 2

[theresattrpgforthat]

Mint's TTRPG Library

Here is a list of links to the Collections I add Itch.io games to on the regular, where I often go to in search for games to meet folks' recommendation requests.

These collections are large and unwieldy. I'm not certain that they're easy to navigate, but if you want to do some browsing, you certainly have options!

Systems

Belonging Outside Belonging Breathless Caltrop Core Charge Descended from the Queen Firebrands Forged in the Dark Honey Games (Honey Heist) Into the Odd Lasers + Feelings LUMEN Par-AGON (Paragon System) PbtA Push Together We Go Troika (A bunch of Troika supplements) Tunnel Goons (AKA Goon Games) What’s So Cool About _?

Genre

Adventure - With Pulp! (Westerns, Dinosaurs, Spies, Time Travel) Bittersweet Futures (Post-Apocalypse) Botanical Adventures (Plants) Bring Me The Evidence! (Mysteries) Cogs and Steam (Steampunk) Delicious Delights (Food & Cooking) Dirtpunk (Revolution, Rebellion, Fighting) Eras Both Real & Imagined (Historical, Faux-Historical) Everyone Loves A Competition (Competitions, Sports) Fae and Fen (Faeries & Goblins) Fangs, Fangs, Fangs (Vampires) Grim & Gritty (Gritty & Grimdark Fantasy) Hearts & Threads (Romance) Manners & Mischief (Social & Political) Mechs and Tech (Mechs & Robots) Modern-Day Mishaps (Modern-Day Setting) Monsters & Mutants (Monsters, Monster Hunters, Pokemon - simulators) Neon Lights & Cyber Nights (Cyberpunk) Oh So Anime (Anime & Manga themed) Paranormal Activity (Ghosts, Cryptids, Death) Pastoral & Cozy (Cozy Games, Witch Games) Paws and Feathers and Scales (Animals) Sorcerous Intentions (Magic-Users) Stars and Science (Science-Fiction, Space) Sword & Sorcery & So Much More (General Fantasy) Teenage Hijinx (Teenagers) The Sea Calls (Oceans, Aquatic, Pirates) With Great Power (Superheroes, Magical Girls, Fantasy Superpowers)

Other

Abstract Games & System Bones (SRDs, Genre-less) By Pen and Paper Played (Epistolary Games) Funky Fresh Flavors (Miscellaneous) GM-Less Solitary Adventures (Solo Games) System-Neutral Settings (Adventures & Settings) The Art of Creation (Collaborative World-building) Two Can Play At That Game (Duet Games)

[vinnyvamppp]

I am humbly asking for more Amazon reader x mark whenever you have the time

your fics are so good I can't even😭🤚🏼🩷

Survival of the Weakest (Me)

Note: Honey, I JUST scraped the bottom of my requests. Another Amazon/Alien reader fic coming up! Honestly, I'm having a bit of writers block having to write smut regularly, so were changing it up a bit.

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Smut, Improper Use of Powers, Plantary Exploration, Changes to The Plot For Convenience, Mark Fighting For His Life, Explicit Language, etc. (Previous Part: She Threw Me-- Then Kissed Me!)

Synopsis: Since your last mishap, you both enjoy some domestic comfort until Cecil returns with a mission—one that only stirs trouble.

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Alien/Amazonian!Reader

Word Count: 2,183

Cecil was generous enough to give you and Mark a short break before your next mission. He called it a “decompression period.” You’re pretty sure it was just so he wouldn’t have to deal with another building collapse before 9 AM. This was a reward more than anything. Having many instances after venturing into domesticated couple territory. Mark refuses to admit he gets cold easily.

You found out the truth when you woke up one night to find him curled up entirely around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, arms locked around your waist like a vice. You blinked groggily. “Are you leeching warmth off me?” Mark, half-asleep, just grumbled. “Shut up. ‘M comfortable.” You smirked in the dark. “Mark Grayson, Earth's greatest hero, is needy?” He groaned into your neck, tightening his grip. “Don’t ruin this.” You laughed softly but didn’t push him away. Honestly? You liked it too. Sparring now became an act of foreplay. Mark liked to act like he hated sparring with you. “This is just you throwing me around for an hour,” he complained one evening as you stretched before your match. You grinned. “You say that like you don’t like it.” Mark scowled, but the faint pink in his ears betrayed him. “I—That’s not the point.” You hummed, stepping closer, trailing a finger down his chest.

“What is the point, then?” Mark swallowed thickly. “I—I dunno. Winning?” You smirked. “Oh, Mark.” Your hand trailed lower, grazing his stomach before you pulled away. “You’re not winning.” The frustrated noise he made was so satisfying. You’re starting to think he loses on purpose now to get a happy ending. The main problem is that you and Mark have vastly different definitions of “decompression.”

Currently, Mark is watching you from across the room, wide-eyed, as you casually lift the entire couch—Mark still sitting on it—to vacuum underneath. “Uh.” He clutches the armrest as the couch hovers midair. “You know most people just… move the furniture, right?” You give him a deadpan look.

“That’s inefficient.”

“You just suplexed the couch.”

“And?”

Mark sighs, running a hand down his face. “You are the earthquake.” Just as you’re about to drop the couch back down (gently… probably), the door slams open.

Enter Debbie Grayson.

You like Debbie. She’s intelligent, perceptive, and has the uncanny ability to make Mark panic with just a well-timed stare. Right now, she’s holding a bag of groceries and blinking at the scene before her—her son, sitting stiffly on a levitating couch, his superpowered girlfriend holding it with one arm like it's a gym weight.

“…Am I interrupting something?” she asks, entirely too amused.

“Nope,” Mark says quickly, before you can make it worse. You lower the couch carefully and cross your arms. “Mark was just questioning my methods.” Debbie gives Mark a knowing look. “Oh, honey. That’s your first mistake.” Mark groans, leaning back into the couch. “Oh my god, not you too.” Debbie just pats his shoulder and winks at you. “Good. Keep him on his toes.”

You definitely like Debbie. Especially since her husband was Omni-Man, just who would be a better parent for your boyfriend? After a week of domestic madness (which included Mark trying to teach you to cook—never again), Cecil calls you both in for a mission. “This one should be relatively simple,” he starts. Mark and you exchange a look. Last time Cecil said that, Mark almost got vaporized. Cecil sighs, clearly reading your expressions. “I mean it this time. It’s a diplomatic mission. You’re going to a planet called K’thara—highly advanced, warrior-based society, kind of like Themyscira, but, y’know, planet-sized.”

Mark raises an eyebrow. “And they need us, because?”

“They just entered an alliance with Earth,” Cecil explains. “They want to meet some of our champions—specifically ones that align with their, uh, values.” Mark blinks. “Values?” You exhale sharply, already seeing where this is going. “They believe in strength. Only strength.” Cecil nods. “Exactly. Which is why I’m sending you two.” You glance at Mark. Mark glances at you.

Oh. This is going to be hilarious. The K’tharans are… intense. The planet itself is stunning—mountains that stretch into violet skies, rivers that glow under twin moons. The people? They look like they were sculpted from stone, every single one of them built like a walking, talking weapon. And they love you. Mark? Not so much.

You’ve been here for three hours, and they’ve already tried to challenge Mark to seven fights. “You sure this is a diplomatic mission?” he mutters, dodging yet another warrior trying to throw him into an arena. You smirk. “They respect you. They just want to see how much.” Mark groans. “I feel so respected.” It’s all going relatively smoothly—until the feast.

One of the high-ranking warriors, a woman with armor made of what looks like dragon scales, leans in and studies you. “You are mated?” she asks. Mark nearly chokes on his drink. You answer for him. “Yes.” The warrior nods approvingly. “And you have claimed his seed?” Mark definitely chokes. “I—what?” The warrior frowns. “You have not bred yet?” Cecil is going to kill you both.

Mark is mid-coughing fit, so you decide to poke the bear. You hum thoughtfully, glancing at Mark with slow amusement. “It’s a work in progress.” Mark whips his head toward you, eyes wide with betrayal. “Wha—what?!” His innocent demeanor is a distinct contrast from in the bedroom, its nearly humorous. The warrior nods sagely. “Ah. You are waiting for a battle first.” You smirk. “Something like that.” Mark drags a hand down his face, looking like he wants to melt into the floor. “Oh my god.” You lean closer, voice dropping so only he can hear. “Perhaps we should have a match of our own when we return. K’tharan rules, of course.” Mark blinks rapidly. “Are those… the rules where the winner gets to claim the loser?” You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Maybe.” Mark swallows hard. “…I don’t know if I should be excited or terrified.” You just grin. “Both.”

After being thoroughly embarrassed at dinner, Mark somehow agrees to a fight with a K’tharan warrior. Ten minutes later, you’re standing over Mark’s sprawled-out body in the middle of the arena. He’s still breathing. Barely catching the wind that was knocked out of him.

The K’tharans are impressed—he lasted longer than most outsiders. But when he groans, tilting his head up at you with dazed, half-conscious eyes, he just mumbles: “…This was a bad idea.” You crouch down, smirking. “Told you.” He grins weakly. “I still think you like seeing me like this.” You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Maybe a little.” Mark sighs, letting his head fall back.  “Yeah. Thought so.”

At least this time, he’s the one who got thrown through a wall. Not to mention, seeing him battered and bruised was a new type of eye candy.

Cecil watches as you and Mark stand in front of him, Mark still nursing a bruised rib. After a long pause, he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Okay. What happened?” Mark shifts awkwardly. “Uh… Culture shock?”

Cecil gives you both the flattest stare imaginable.

“You destroyed another alien embassy.” You shrug. “To be fair, it was Mark’s fault this time.” Mark scoffs. “My fault? You encouraged it!” Cecil groans. “I can’t do this. I cannot do this.” He waves you both off. “Just���just go. I don’t even want to look at you right now.”

Mark brightens. “So no punishment?”

“Oh, no. You’re grounded. Both of you.” You blink. “You can ground a superhero?” Cecil glares. “You wanna find out?” You exchange a look with Mark. Then, wisely, you both decide to make yourselves very scarce. Another successful mission. Kind of. You stretch languidly, feeling the pleasant ache settle into your muscles as you lie sprawled across Mark’s chest. His arm is draped lazily over your waist, his breath still slightly uneven. The training mat beneath you is ruined, scuffed with deep imprints from where your little “match” had gotten… out of hand.

Mark exhales a very satisfied sigh, grinning up at the ceiling. “Okay. Yeah. That was definitely worth getting my ass kicked for.” You smirk, tracing idle patterns along his bare chest. “You lasted longer than I expected.” Mark turns his head, raising an eyebrow. “I dunno if that’s a compliment or an insult.” You hum, pretending to think about it. “Both.” He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “God, you love making me suffer.”

You prop yourself up on one elbow, eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Mark.” You lean down, lips brushing against his ear. “I haven’t even started yet.” His breath hitches. You grin, satisfied, rolling off him and stretching again. His eyes were just barely tearing away as he watched the fat of your breasts rise. Mark just lays there for a moment, staring at the ceiling like he’s having some sort of existential crisis.

Then—

BZZT!

Mark groans, fumbling for his communicator. He flips it open, already dreading whatever’s coming. “Yeah?” Cecil’s very unimpressed voice crackles through the speaker.

“No, Mark.” A heavy sigh. “You two are officially grounded.” Mark blinks. “Wait—what? Again?!” You raise an eyebrow, watching in amusement as he struggles to sit up. Cecil continues. “Do you have any idea how expensive that facility is? And yet, somehow, somehow, you and your girlfriend—again—managed to destroy it without even being on a mission.” Mark winces. “Okay, first of all—”

“Nope! Not listening.” Cecil cuts him off. “You’re both banned from the training facility indefinitely. Do you even know how long it took to fix it the last time?” Mark glances around at the deep cracks in the mat, the wall dented from where his back definitely hit it too hard. “Uh…” Cecil sighs so hard it sounds like he aged another decade. “You both have two weeks of mandatory non-super work.”

Mark’s jaw drops. “Non-super—wait, what does that even mean?” Cecil’s voice is flat. “Paperwork.” You blink. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh, I am.” Cecil practically radiates smug satisfaction. “You break my facility? You file every single report from the past two months. Welcome to hell, kids.” Mark stares at his communicator, horrified. “Cecil, please—”

Cecil hangs up.

Silence.

Mark flops back onto the mat, covering his face. “Oh my god. We’re actually grounded.” You exhale, lying back beside him. “…This is your fault.” He gapes at you. “My fault?! You were literally on top of me!” You smirk. “Exactly.” Mark groans dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “This is my villain origin story.” You just laugh, rolling onto your side and nudging him. “Come on, Grayson. What’s a little suffering compared to the privilege of losing to me?”

Mark grumbles something under his breath about never winning anything, but you can see the small smile tugging at his lips.

Two weeks of hell or not… it was totally worth it.

The next morning, Mark is dead. Not literally. But if someone were to find his limp, exhausted body sprawled across his bed, they would absolutely assume you killed him. His limbs don’t work. His soul doesn’t work. His entire existence is currently being held together by sheer willpower and the soft, warm sheets that he physically cannot move from. He groans, barely managing to tilt his head toward you. “You… ruined me.”

You stretch beside him, completely unbothered, looking very pleased with yourself. “I warned you, Grayson.” Mark grunts, throwing an arm over his face like a man who has seen things. “I thought you were being dramatic.” You smirk. “And now?” Mark just makes a wheeze of a sound, which you’re pretty sure is all he’s capable of at the moment.

You roll onto your side, tracing a slow, teasing hand down his bare chest, watching him shiver despite his clear exhaustion. “I don’t know… You did hold your own for a while.” Mark cracks one eye open, looking at you like you just suggested he fight Battle Beast again. “A while? A while?! I blacked out at least twice.” You hum thoughtfully. “Then maybe I should’ve gone easier on you.” His hand barely twitches before his strength returns, gripping your wrist. “No.” He exhales, staring at the ceiling in exhausted surrender. “Never. Ever. Hold back on me.”

Your smirk softens, something warm settling in your chest. For all of his complaining, for all of his wheezing, Mark likes this. He likes you. Not just the softness, not just the intimacy—he likes the challenge. He likes that you don’t treat him like glass, that you don’t make him feel like he has to be gentle all the time.

And he stares at you as if you’re a goddess, features carved by the hands of the universe. His muse, even. Long, dark curls cascade down your back like a waterfall, your eyes deep and enigmatic, and the streaming sunlight dusts freckles that dust her flesh that shimmer like starlight.

You hum, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against his jaw. “You’re a glutton for punishment, Grayson.” Mark groans again. “Yeah, well. I also might not be able to walk for, like, a week.” You grin. “Good thing we’re grounded.” You wouldnt admit it, but your lower back nearly had you bed ridden, he surely doubled his efforts and then some.

Then—

BZZT!

Mark lets out a noise that is almost a sob, reaching for his communicator without lifting his head. “No. Not today. I can’t. I’m dead.” Cecil’s voice crackles through the speaker. “I don’t care what excuse you’re about to give me, Mark. You and your girlfriend have twice the paperwork now. Get up.”

Mark actually groans. You stretch luxuriously, completely ignoring the way he’s suffering beside you. “Guess you have to get up, Grayson.” He flops onto his stomach, groaning dramatically into the mattress. You laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.” Mark doesn’t move. You raise an eyebrow. “Mark.”

“Mmmpf.” He replies, so you poke his side. Nothing. You smirk, leaning down to his ear. “Fine. If you’re too sore, I guess that means I win again.” Mark’s eyes snap open. “Oh hell no.” He groans loudly, rolling onto his side like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, before staggering up to his feet. He wobbles and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Mark glares at you. “Say nothing.” You do as asked but the smug look on your face says it all. He is never living this down.

BONUS: Later, at GDA Headquarters…

Cecil watches as Mark and you slump into your seats, Mark looking especially wrecked.

After a long, scrutinizing pause, Cecil pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“…You know what? No. I don’t wanna know.”

Mark just groans, dropping his head onto the desk.

And you? Your arms crossed over your chest, as you silently grimace.

MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

[rubydubydoo122]

Maybe the real reason why none of the Robins actually die is because they’ve accidentally been deity-fied.

I mean, at first they were a literal urban legend, until they started getting involved with the Justice League. And even then, I’m sure the people of Gotham think that they are not humans.

I know Jason woke up because of multiversal mishaps, but what if Jason woke up because enough people were praying for Robin to come back to make sure Batman doesn’t continue to put people into the ICU.

And after that moment, none of the Robins, past present or future, were able to permanently die unless the entirety of Gotham was wiped out.

Steph and Dick died for a couple minutes and then woke up.

And Damian came back with superpowers (for a little bit) and I know he came back because Bruce did everything in his power to make sure he got Damian back, but like, Damian came back.

So yeah, just Gotham accidentally deifying their vigilantes.

[team-avia]

Heyy, me again >:3,

I may have missed through the lore files but if Miranda dies, somehow, dies, would the loop instantly restart?, or is there a specific date/time on how long before it restarts/ until someone finds out the headmistress is missing

I'm gonna be dead honest you asked me a question that I straight up didn't have an answer to until I used my brain 😔 so after revision:

Okay, so in Alcinas route (spoilers jic lol), we kill Miranda right because we are so cool and special and the timeline continues until its 2 year point and then wow silly special you're in college again (sad). This is because Miranda had time to decide the loop would reset. She can do this pretty much whenever and only really requires a few seconds. Minutes are better since her brain is condensing a lot of info again and again, but seconds are all she needs.

(When she doesn't have a lot of time that leads to mishaps with memory wiping btw and also after each route, it loops back after 2 years unless you get Miranda's happy ending)

If Miranda were to die in a way, she could see coming for even a moment. The timeline would reset at the 2 year mark like usual, and she would be especially pissy. But if Miranda were to die suddenly, so sudden that she didn't even have time to think, then the timeline wouldn't have that repeat mark in it. It's possible for a follower to loop time, but that would require a. Lots of blood since they're mostly regular idiots b. Probably their life because [see a] c. They would have to realize she's dead.

So, therefore, if Miranda got killed very, very fast, and someone hid her body very, very well, the timeline would be saved from her shenanigans. Unfortunately, she's got superpowers or something, so 😬

Cinder

[jellofish-plant]

Flame Meets Fury

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Powered!Reader

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jason Todd is never boring—especially when you’ve got powers that can rival even the craziest of Gotham’s chaos. From vigilante missions to lazy nights at home, you and Jason navigate love, danger, and superpowered shenanigans.

Warnings:

A little language (it’s Jason Todd, after all)

Power mishaps and teasing

[Masterlist]

General Dynamic:

Mutual Respect: Jason admires your powers but never treats you like you're invincible or above him. He knows you're strong, but he’s fiercely protective, even when you don’t need him to be.

Banter Galore: If your powers involve something flashy (e.g., controlling fire, energy manipulation), Jason will joke about you stealing his thunder when fighting bad guys. “And here I thought I was the intimidating one.”

Training Together: Jason pushes you hard in training to make sure you can hold your own, not because he doubts your abilities, but because he wants you to be prepared for anything Gotham throws at you.

Combat & Vigilante Work:

Dynamic Duo: Your powers add a unique edge to your team-ups. Jason likes coordinating attacks, incorporating your abilities into his plans seamlessly.

Battle Banter: Jason can't resist making quips while fighting. If you’re doing something over-the-top with your powers, he might tease, “Show-off much?”

Healing Moments: If your powers include healing, Jason appreciates how quickly you patch him up after fights. He often jokes, “Don’t get too good at this, or I’ll lose my rugged charm.”

Domestic Life:

Power Mishaps: Sometimes, your powers get out of control at home, leading to funny or chaotic situations. Jason might come home to find you frantically trying to fix a scorched couch or repair the fridge you accidentally froze.

Helping Hand: Jason secretly loves when you use your powers to make mundane tasks easier. He acts grumpy about it but secretly enjoys it when you float items over to him or speed through chores.

Safety Net: If your powers include something like creating shields or force fields, Jason appreciates how you subtly use them to protect him in day to day situations, even if he doesn’t always admit it.

Emotional Connection:

Understanding Each Other’s Burdens: Jason relates to the weight of your abilities, especially if they come with responsibility or guilt. He opens up about his own struggles with being resurrected and the Red Hood mantle in late-night conversations.

Comfort During Nightmares: If your powers are tied to emotions, Jason instinctively knows when something’s off with you. He’ll hold you close and remind you that he’s there to ground you when things get overwhelming.

Vulnerability: Despite being tough, Jason has moments where he lets his guard down, admitting how your powers can make him feel vulnerable—not because he’s intimidated, but because he worries about you putting yourself at risk.

Fun Moments:

Pranks: Jason loves teaming up with you to prank the Batfamily using your powers. Whether it’s floating Alfred’s tray or making Damian’s sword disappear, you two are the ultimate mischief-makers.

Showing Off: Jason low-key loves watching you use your powers, even if he acts like it’s no big deal. “Yeah, yeah, very impressive,” he’ll say, but his smirk betrays him.

Power-Enhanced Cuddles: If your powers include creating warmth or generating soft light, Jason enjoys cuddling with you, especially on cold Gotham nights. He’ll joke that you’re his personal heater.

Batfamily Reactions:

Dick’s Teasing: Dick teases Jason endlessly about dating someone with powers. “Guess you finally met someone who can keep up with your attitude, huh?” Jason’s response is usually a death glare.

Alfred’s Approval: Alfred appreciates how your powers complement Jason’s fiery personality, and he often slips in kind remarks about how you’re good for him.

Damian’s Skepticism: Damian might act unimpressed, but he secretly thinks your powers are cool—he’s just too stubborn to admit it.

[exhaustedpirate]

fire engine red

my entry for day 5 of @bucktommyfluffebruary the buckley-kinards have a small mishap before a very important event - piper is a safe haven baby (from my previous work "on waking up beside you") and she was adopted by married buck and tommy three years after that (she was given back by another family) and they have been a family since then!

rated G | 497 words also on AO3

Tommy could do laundry in his sleep.

Maybe that was the problem.

Maybe that’s why he was now holding the shirts they were supposed to wear for Piper’s saxophone recital and they were red.

He must have accidentally left her fire engine red pyjama shirt inside the laundry basket. 

Maybe drying them would solve it? 

Tommy sighs. It didn’t.

He was now holding two warm and still very red shirts while standing by the washing machine, maybe hoping for some belated superpowers to turn them back to white. He would have been such a useless superhero.

“Tom? Babe?” 

Oh god.

Tommy turns to Evan at the doorway still holding the red shirts making his husband’s eyes widen. His mouth opens and closes before he gives up with a sigh. “They’re red.”

“A-Are those the shirts for Piper’s recital?”

Tommy bites his lip as he nods. 

“Damn.”

“Laundry, Evan, I screwed up laundry.” Tommy hides his face with the so-very red shirts.

“Tommy, it’s-”

Piper’s heavy footfalls stop as she slides onto Evan’s side. “Dad, dad! Chris called and he wants-” Her eyes land on the red shirts and Tommy’s embarrassed face peeking out from over them. “Wow, those are really red.”

Tommy groans and hides his face again, not even the warmth and sweet smell of laundry can make him feel better.

“Yeah, P, something red got into the wash with the whites and stained the whole thing.” Evan explains and his tone is soft, not judgemental and yet Tommy feels the shame.

“Are those for my recital tonight?”

“Yeah.” Tommy grumbles.

He hears Piper’s giggle and comes out of his Tropical Sunset-scented cocoon to watch as his daughter covers her mouth to poorly conceal her giggles and Evan’s lips curling up in that beautiful teasing smile Tommy loves so much.

“What?”

“This just came through the group chat,” Evan explains, turning the screen of his phone to him while Piper hugs his side. It’s a picture of Christopher holding a very red shirt while covering his face with the other hand. “It seems the Buckley-Kinards aren’t the only ones with laundry mishaps.”

Later that night, the row reserved for Piper’s family stands out among any other. 

From Eddie, Christopher, Tommy and Evan’s red shirts under their dark blazers; to the thrifted red blazer and tie Howie found last minute; to the red tight dresses from Athena and Maddie; to Hen’s red pinstripe trousers; to Karen and Mara’s matching red flowing dresses; to Bobby’s red tie; Denny’s red sweater, May’s red pantsuit and Harry’s red hoodie. 

There are amused whispers, photos and giggles, and in the middle of it all Tommy and Evan looking proud as Piper waves wide at the fire engine red row in the audience, almost hitting her friend with her saxophone in her excitement, before pointing.

“That’s my family!” 

“Where?” One of them teasingly asks, creating a wave of giggles that triggers the audience’s own laughter.

Sometimes, the best memories happen by accident.

i know that the clothes would technically turn pink BUT i had already written this before i realised that and I really like the pun in the title so pls, suspend your disbelief with me!

[onlytibki]

DP Thought

"Vlad had to go through all the superpower mishaps Danny did but with no support system at all and with every moment its sank bitterness deeper and deeper into his heart"

inspired angst. excellent hurtiness. establishes him perfectly as Danny's foil

"Vlad left the hospital as a halfa with a fully formed core and never once experienced a single power mishap. He dismisses Danny's unique experiences because he doesn't realize it's actually different. His entire backstory was him pathetic-wet-cat-man-angsting about his current existence like a 1980s Victor Frankenstein."

fits the modern love for the wet cat man. excellent metaphor for the generational divide. establishes him perfectly as a little bitch.

[mandareeboo]

As far as I've heard, OK KO did not have nearly as much TKO as I would've wanted post destruction of the cage. And that kills me because I want to see Mr. Gar attempt to stepdad TKO so heckin bad. Just imagine that situation. Mr. Gar trying to do some bonding with the Superpowered Evil Side of his lifelong crush's 6-11 year old son. Who arguably could very easily kick his ass and knows it.

TKO @ Mr. Gar: You're not my dad! I never even met my dad!... *(processes that a smidge and starts crying)* // Hot take but maybe getting to know Mr. Gar would've saved TKO. Maybe that would've given him somewhere to go besides Shadowy Figure's b$#ch ass. (I do know that that whole catastrophe was largely because KO banished him to the subconscious. So a crashout was called for)

Oh I am FOREVER SAD about how little TKO got used. Especially in light of how important he was in the final season- it's clear they INTENDED to get around to these things, they just didn't have time. OK KO was on ridonk levels of slow burn.

I think T.K.O. is still alive in K.O.'s head, though! I don't buy that he vanished. Turbo didn't WORK like SF-- Shadowy Figure was just a weird ink blob in Venomous's throat he got after an experimenting mishap, while KO MADE Turbo out of his own anger and insecurity and then mistreated the hell out of him as a result (NOT that TKO didn't do it back, or wouldn't've done the same, they're part of each other) until he exploded. I personally think that bc KO accepted Turbo as part of himself, Turbo is able to pilot a bit better. Now he has equal control and a much better attitude.

[the-vex-archives]

DCU Masterlist (2024)

General

Oneshots

"A Sisters Love" ( x Platonic! Batsis! Reader )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian’s, shadow.

"Ohana, Bitch!" ( x Platonic! Batsis! Reader )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Call Mom" ( x Platonic! Batmom! Reader )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

Dick Grayson

Oneshots

"Animal Instinct" ( x Platonic! Damian Wayne )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Wedding Mishap"

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

Headcanons

Dick Grayson when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Damian Wayne

Oneshots

"Animal Instinct" ( x Platonic! Reader ) ( x Dick Grayson )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Trust Takes Time" ( x Platonic! Batmom! Reader )

@lazydoodlesandfanfic

Damian is very closed of to batmom, and she is just trying to get close to him. One day, he has a bad day and he tells batmom everything because there’s no one else there.

Headcanons

Damian Wayne x GN!Superpowered!Kyle!Reader

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Damian Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Damian Wayne with a Muslim S/O

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Bruce Wayne

Oneshots

"The Reveal"

@toastedkiwi

No summary provided

Headcanons

Bruce Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Conner Kent

Headcanons

Conner Kent when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Jason Todd

Oneshots

"DIY Nerf Gun"

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Curls"

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

Headcanons

Jason Todd when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Tim Drake

Headcanons

Tim Drake when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Roy Harper

Headcanons

Roy Harper when his Future child comes to the Present

Wally West

Headcanons

Wally West when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Arthur Curry

Oneshots

"When World’s Collide" ( Marvel Crossover )

@fanficimagery

Imagine leaving New York behind after a messy breakup, only to return five years later. Your old friends are happy, if a little nervous for any possible drama, but everything turns out well when they realize you're doing very well for yourself.

[beneaththetangles]

First Impression: To Be Hero X

Trigger warning: This episode show depicts an on-screen suicide. If such things affect you negatively, you may be better off skipping it.

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Lin Ling wants to be a superhero, but the best he can do right now is work on superhero PR campaigns. Specifically, he is doing the new presentation about Nice, the white-haired Superman-style teenage hero who seems to have the perfect life. In this world, heroes are company creatures whose superpowers depend on the population’s trust, and Lin feels particularly inspired by Nice’s girlfriend, Moon. Nice himself is more of a cypher to him. But when the presentation delves a bit too much into aspirational, “everyone can become a hero” territory, his abusive boss shuts him down. That is nonsense, he says, asking, “What special abilities do you have?” A mishap with the client lands Lin Ling without a home, a girlfriend, or a job, alone on the roof, considering ending things. But before he does, someone else comes ahead and jumps: Nice himself! The horrified PR team decides to kidnap Lin on the spot, since he resembles the hero, and turn him into a substitute for Nice—the public’s trust will give him actual superpowers. Lin comes to accept the idea: He is an expert on all things Nice already, so he’s better qualified than others to pull this off. But will he be able to fool Luna? Not to mention the Enlightener, a truth-seeking superhero who already suspects a fraud…

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[mydearzero]

The Babysitter | Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x fem!Reader | Chapter 2 - Keep Him Happy

Summary: You didn’t have any superpowers, nor were you even qualified for the position, yet somehow a mishap between Alexei and Yelena ends up in getting you a new job. Bob-sitter. 

Contents: No Y/N, fem!reader, college student!reader, no warnings apply for this chapter.

A/N: Wow chapter 2 only one day later? Crazy! I already promise that's not a rate I'll keep up, lmao.

Read it on AO3 Chapter 1

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So, Bob was not, in fact, a child. He was a grown man who seemed perfectly capable of taking care of himself. His face was somewhat youthful, so you weren’t sure exactly how old he was, but you’d wager it was older than you. 

“Why is it exactly that you need a babysitter?” You asked directly. No use beating around the bush. You ignored the whole flashback memory thing, guessing you’d be enlightened with the details when the rest of the team came back. It wasn’t exactly a fond experience. 

“Well, I wouldn’t say babysitter… It’s just, uh… best to not leave me to my own devices, I guess,” he shrugged. You nodded awkwardly, not sure what to make of the situation. The promised pay was good, you wouldn’t actually have to take care of him, just keep him company. It didn’t seem like a bad deal. 

But even then, he was obviously unstable. Maybe what he needed was a mental health professional, not a ‘babysitter.’ You were probably just a temporary solution. 

You sat in an awkward silence for a while, sipping your drink every now and then trying to think of a lighthearted topic to entertain him with. “So… Tell me about yourself, Bob.” 

“Well, I’m… Bob. Short for, uh, Robert, as you might’ve guessed,” Bob nodded. You sighed inwardly, this was going to be tougher than you expected. Children were usually a lot easier, willing to tell you all of their and their parent’s business. Cats were even better, no need for talking. Bob was going to take some work. 

“How’d you end up here, with these people, I mean?” You wondered. He seemed normal enough, but obviously the ‘New Avengers’ cared about him enough to try and keep him out of harm's way and around their building. 

“It’s kind of a funny story, really. One second I’m in Malaysia in some lab for a medical study, the next I wake up in this bunker with these guys trying to kill each other…” 

You squint your eyes in question. “That is… Funny?” 

“Yeah now that I’m putting it like that it doesn’t sound very funny, does it?” Bob chuckled. It seemingly broke some of the tension. He asked you a few questions about yourself and your contact with Alexei. 

“He seems very sweet,” you concluded. Bob agreed, letting you know the man definitely had his heart in the right place, though sometimes a bit overenthusiastic. 

He told you about the rest of the team, and you noticed he was inconspicuously perceptive. He went one by one, wasting time by talking about the people surrounding him most days. 

“Yelena looks really tough, and she is! But she’s really a big softie,” Bob spoke of her very fondly, a twinkle of adoration in his eyes. 

“Ava’s a bit of a tough nut to crack, but she has a really good sense of humour. She’s a bit more reserved, but really has your back when you need her. She’ll deny it, though.” 

You poured yourself another glass of soda, offering Bob one as well. He declined but thanked you for the offer to a degree which dazed you. You took a mental note of the skittish demeanour. 

“John’s an asshole. Can’t really put it anyway else. He’s here, he’ll show up for the others, but… I can’t really say I’ve come to like him like the others. I’d put it as toloration. I mean he has a history… But who doesn’t? Doesn’t give him the right to be a douche, you know?” He obviously had a strong sense of righteousness, and John did not fit into that picture. 

“And lastly there’s Bucky, but I’m sure you know about him. Congressman and such. He’s not around here much. He tries to be, but I feel like he’s still a bit wary of the team. Part of me thinks he just doesn’t want to get attached, which I can understand, given his past…” Bob looked out the window, seemingly lost in a deep thought. His eyes glazed over and an overwhelming sadness overtook his face. It’d gotten dark in the time you’d been here, the city skyline lit up with artificial lighting. 

“Whatever you do, try to keep him happy, distracted and away from danger.” Yelena’s words echoed in your head. There was likely a good reason for the particular instructions. 

“Well, Bob, thank you for opening up and telling me about them. I feel like we’re likely gonna be spending some more time together, so I really appreciate that you feel safe enough to share,” you smiled, distracting him from his spiralling thoughts. 

Bob smiled before looking a little confused at his own actions. You felt like he might’ve maybe shared a little more than he’d intended. 

You were racking your brain for another topic to talk about when the elevator doors opened once again. Bob deflated, hunching in on himself and making himself visibly smaller. You hadn’t even noticed how his posture had opened up during your conversation.

It was Yelena and Alexei, joking with each other in, was that Russian? They walked in as if they hadn’t just fought off whatever it was that had ransacked the subway and blasted itself into the building. You looked at them expectantly, waiting to finally get an explanation. 

“Ah, right, babysitter. It’s quite late, maybe you should head home?” Yelena suggested, cracking her neck while unloading a few weapons on a side table like she was dropping off her keys after coming home from the office. 

“Was this just a one time thing, or will I be coming back?” You wondered. You could use the money.  

“That depends… Bob? Do you like her?” 

Bob spluttered and gaped at Yelena, unsure of how to answer. “I– I mean, yeah, she’s– She’s nice. I don’t know what you want me to say.” 

“We can find different babysitter if you want. Many more on the app,” Alexei chimed in as he huffed and puffed, trying to get his suit off in the middle of the living room. It looked more like he was doing a form of experimental yoga. 

“No, no. This one’s fine,” Bob winced. You’d really have to come up with a different title than ‘babysitter’ if this was going to become a lasting thing. 

“Good, then she stays. Ava and John are debriefing Bucky. It was just some lowlife with some experimental tech, but man, whatever he was shooting with stung like a b–” 

“Lena, language, we have guest,” Alexei shushed her. Yelena rolled her eyes in response. 

She nodded her head at you, motioning for you to come with her. You shot Bob a quick glance, who gave you a tight lipped smile but seemingly encouraged you to go with her. 

Yelena took you to a smaller separate sitting room and offered you a glass of whiskey, which you refused. “No drinking on the job,” you laughed. 

“So, you’re probably wondering, why does a grown man need a babysitter? Well, I’m gonna explain. But first, what did Bob tell you?” she started, sitting down next to you and leaning on the back of the couch, resting her head in her hand. You mimicked her relaxed posture, putting a leg up on the couch. 

“Not much, really. He told me a bit about you guys and how you met. He mentioned something about a medical study in Malaysia, but other than that nothing too memorable.” 

“Did you happen to shake his hand?” Ah, there it was. Yelena could tell by your expression the answer was yes. 

“Yeah, it happened to us, too. You see, Bob… He’s very strong. Stronger than all of us combined. But he’s not stable. He’s a bit of a grey area in the team. We keep him around because he’s nice, of course, but also because we can’t risk anybody else trying to get on his good side and abusing his trust.” She took a sip of the whiskey, relishing its taste before continuing. 

“We’re still not really sure what his powers are, and it’s also not up to me to disclose all of the information besides the basics. All I can tell you is that we can’t risk taking him into the field, but we also can’t risk leaving him alone for too long. His abilities are closely tied to his mental wellbeing. It sounds a little degrading to describe it this way,” Yelena winced. She evidently had very conflicting feelings on the topic. You understood it must be difficult, wanting to keep him out of harm’s way without babying him. 

“But it’s really a matter of keeping him happy and distracted when it’s necessary. He needs help, a lot of it, but we just haven’t had the time to figure out how to go about it. So for now, this is it. I’m sorry for all the confusion, but with a ‘job’ as unpredictable as ours, this is the reality. Can you handle that?” Her gaze was piercing, as if she was trying to read every single thought crossing your mind. 

“You care about him deeply,” you observed. 

She gave a fond smile. “I do.” 

“Then I think I can handle it. As long as I don’t have to lie to him or beat around the bush, I can do my best to keep him company and help wherever I can. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I’ll try.” 

“That’s all we ask.” 

It was settled, then. You were hired. 

Chapter 3

TAGLIST: @jason-todd-fangirl-14 @hopes-peak-akademy @rattheraddestrat @i-shall-abide @puer-aurea @kennywantskfc69 @spectacled-studies @hiddlebatchedloki

[starmessngr410]

(i just wanna be) where you are pt 1 | a k.daeyoung fic

Requested: Yes? | No!

Genre: Fluff, (Attempt At) Comedy, (Tiniest Bit Of) Angst (for yushi/reader), Supernatural AU

Synopsis: You keep seeing the boy in your film/theater class around town, but no matter what you try, you can't talk to him. Everytime you meet him, unfortunate events occur that break you two apart.

Pairings/Characters: jaehee x reader, yushi x reader (for a quick sec), jaehee, yushi (jaehee's dorm mate), sion (convenience store employee), reader, kyujin (nmixx/classmate/dorm mate), woonhak (bonedo/classmate), gunwook (zb1/classmate), matthew (zb1/classmate), eunchae (le sserafim/classmate), liz (ive/classmate), wonyoung (ive/previous and current classmate), eric (the boyz/reader's older brother/convenience store employee), euijoo (&team/eric's roommate [visit's reader with Eric sometimes])

Before You Read!: no use of yn, pov changes a lot, reader is timid but has a backbone, everyone on earth has either a curse or a gift. you have a curse (bad luck/milo murphy's law), jaehee has a gift (superpowered voice/siren song). because of the curse reader will get hurt. a lot, but only brief descriptions. brief depictions of a menstrual cycle at a certain part, no specified gender tho, reader is also the only one directly affected by their curse (this goes for everyone else as well), but they don't know it yet, intentional lowercase, reader is born 06 and is gender neutral (referred to as them throughout),

eric is readers older brother who sometimes visits them and also works at the convenience store, sion works at a convenience store jaehee and reader both frequent, yushi is jaehee's dorm mate and reader's childhood friend. this is a three(?) parter, the next parts will be titled differently but still be part two & three, the members are the only ones who call daeyoung as jaehee as a nickname, wonyoung is called vicky at some points for fun. there's a Kamen Rider reference.

inspired by: i wanna be where you are - michael jackson

part 1 | part 2 | part 3(?)

milo murphy's law; the theory that unfortunate happenings will occur at any time, whatever can go wrong will go wrong in short.

in this life you've learned this the hard way; through your curse. people are born with either a curse or a gift, most people being the latter. because of this, society idolizes and is run by the gifted. despite this, you don't hate every gifted petson you meet, many of them are very nice, but they live in a completely different world. you know this for a fact because a girl that used to be in your class, vicky, had a gift that made her extremely lucky. you never hated her for always having good grades, never having any mishaps with teachers, and always having a good relationship throughout middle school. this is because even though you have the worst luck ever, you never hold any resentment towaeds people for it, your parents taught you this.

another one of these gifted people you know(?) is kim daeyoung. a boy in your class who you are embarressed to admit you have feelings for. he is very sweet, and even though his gift is siren song, he is ultimately more lucky than you are. you always try talking to him but...your curse seems to always have the last word.

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there was one time you gathered all your courage and tried talking to him at the convienince store you both frequent. you were about to catch him by the slushies, when the drink your friend was getting suddenly malfunctioned and splashed all over you as a big thud was heard. you had already called out daeyoung's name, and so when he turned around to look at you he found you on the floor. you had slipped and fell when you tried to make a break for it after the slushies splashed on you.

"are you okay? you're [...] right, i see you in class sometimes," he says as he tries grabbing your hand before you slip from his grasp and tumble back to the floor.

you end up scrapping your knee before you pick yourself back up and answer him, "yes i'm [...], and i'm fine. just milo mirphy's law messing with me," you say as you dust your pants a bit.

he offers you a look of sympathy before getting ready to offer to pay for a new slushie and pulling out his phone to pay before his phone suddenly dies. he blinks in suprise before he remembers that he forgot to charge it during class like he usually does. you, however, don't know this so you start apologizing saying that you were the cause. he didn't know why you said that as it was dying before, but he lets you ramble looking at you softly...

- [daeyoung/yushi's pov] - [a year after that event] -

daeyoung would also never admit this, but he has liked you for a while. a while being since yushi had told him about you, which was about two years ago. so him struggling for your name when you first met despite already knowing it was a strategic move on his part, 'how weird would he be if he already knew you before you both ever talked?'

"not weird at all, i mean we are all in the same class," yushi says as he tries swatting the cloud away from his head before he takes another sip of his drink. daeyoung looks at yushi for a moment. yushi had a a curse; weather that was based on emotion that would only affect him. unlike you, however, yushi never let his curse get to him, despite it also ruining his outfits resorting in him wearing a raincoat everywhere. he guessed, though, that extreme bad luck and bad weather were different. he just wished you were able to have more fun without blaming yourself for things.

yushi gets a text from you asking if he wants to go to the library to pick out some books to read before you go on break for spring. he shows jaehee the text and asks if he wants to tag along with him, a mini sun beginning to peek out of the cloud above his head. daeyoung thinks for a moment, 'he should go along, you could both talk and exchange numbers'. daeyoung agrees as they both get up and yushi tells you he's on his way with a surprise.

yushi is aware that you find daeyoung cute (he thinks so too the slighetest bit), but he has liked you ever since you were both kids and still can't let it go sometimes. he's never confessed to you but he beloeves he knows how you'll answer. you probably be flattered and say that you'll think about it. he also would feel horrible about daeyoung as he knows of his feelings for you. he's decided that he will do everything in his power to get you two together, no matger how limited that power is.

as they both start reaching the library, they spot kyujin, your dorm mate, almost running through the door that doesn't open fast enough. they wonder what's going on before you both run out with kyujins sweater wrapped around your waist. yushi gets a laye text saying you both had to leave due to unfortunate circumstances. yushi knows what you're getting at besides your excuse being vague. daeyoung asks what happened trying to see yushi's previous texts before yushi moves his hand quickly away shielding the texts from his eyes.

"she had to leave because she accexidently left her stove on while both of them were out," yushi makes up the excuse as daeyoung looks at him incredulously. despite its far-fetched nature, this is something that has happened to you before. though it was extremely hot because of summer, unlike now, which is a calm breeze and sunshine. so, not the best excuse, but it was the best he could think of at the time. daeyoung decides to let it go as the both of them head into the library to pick out some books anyway.

'what genre do they like?' is the question that runs through daeyoungs head as him and yushi scan the aisles of the library. "you've been friemds with them forever right? i feel like you should know what venre they like," daeyoung asks as he stops for a second to look at yushi in the graphic novel section.

"i don't know what genre they like, as they don't even know but, i have an idea," yushi says as he puts up a finger like a lightbulb went off. he goes towards the [your second favorite genre] section, and pulls out a book. they both nod at each other as they start walking to the book check out section near the front. they walk out as daeyoung starts preparing himself to give you the book the next time he sees you.

"i think this is it!"

- [reader's pov] - [two days later in class] -

"for our tragedies, your next project will be to act out a scene from a play or movie that has a strong romance with a partner. and before you ask, i already picked the partners you'll work with," as the teacher said the last part, everyone's mood immediately damped. teacher picked partners never work out well, especially for you. everytime, you end up getting stuck with someone who doesn't work, someone who doesn't understand the assignment so you have to explain over and over, or someone rude who blames you for anything that goes wrong once they find out about your curse.

this, however, doesn't bother you in particular. you just dislike the fact that everyone looks at you with such pity when such things happen. you woke up just late enough to be marked late, you split your 5th drink on yourself this week and it was only tuesday, your laptop died even though you charged it this morning, or even almost falling down the stairs for the 3rd time today. at a certain point, you begin to wonder if they think you're hogging attention, but you've learned they are just really bad at hiding their emotions. especially...

"woonhak, we're not doing that," kyujin says as she deadpans woonhak as he suggests a scene where they change something to get blown up. "we already have the scene anyway, let's just do what the teacher says," she reiterates this as she holds up the paper they were both given a few moments prior.

the teacher was going to give all of us our scenes and partners at the same time; by calling out one group at a time. you were worried though, what if you got partnered with daeyoung and messed up the project for him, then he would definitely think you're weird. you two, besides matthew and yushi, were the only ones who didn't have partners yet. you're chances were probably slim to none, but you still hoped that you could get anyone el-

"daeyoung and [...], come up here to hear about your scene, you two are partners," your heart might actually burst out of your chest. daeyoung looks over to you as you both walk up to the teachers podium in the front of the room. "you both will be acting out a scene from the movie 'the princess bride'. you won't get to pick which scene exactly from the movie you do, but I will let you pick what to put in and take out from the scene. there are some things you can't take out, though. it would just hurt the grade. you can't take out any famous quotes, as they help convey the message this assignment is about." as the teacher explained, you looked at your paper in a bit of doubt. you didn't have stage fright exactly, but you were nervous about what could happen to daeyoung if you two got on stage together.

you all are given a whole month to practice lines, block scenes, come up with different elements, and build chemistry with your partner. you weren't worried about any of the other things you had to practice, except for...the chemistry part. daeyoung doesn't seem too worried though, he even invited you to the convenience store to eat and talk about the project (he said he and yushi would have to clean up his dorm a little before to you were able to come over). even though you barely spoke through spluttering and stammering, you were able to convey that you wanted to go. since class ended at 4pm, you both could walk together to the store, since it would be starting to get dark.

when you enter the store with surprisingly no problems, you're almost met with a kids toy being thrown at your face before...a hand blocked it. but it wasn't daeyoung, it was someone you knew very well. your older brother, eric. "i literally saw you getting hit in the face, and wanted to save you the bad time after. who's this?" as eric gives the kid back the toy he caught and told them to be careful, he turns back to you.

"this is daeyoung, he's my classmate and we're working on a project together." you introduce both of them and explain to daeyoung that eric is your brother and started working at this convenience store to keep an eye on you as he has clairvoyance. while you guys grab some ramen you also explain that you've been close to your brother your whole life, and he was one of the only people who really helped you, being able to see something bad before it happened. daeyoung says that you both must be really grateful to have each other through your hard times. he then shares that he is an only child, but has friends like yushi who have helped him through hard times in life. you get a bit bold when you both sit down across from each other as you ask when he and yushi met.

"i don't remember exactly, but it was sometime around when i turned 16. i met him at a comic convention. I was by myself because i begged my parents to let me go by myself. but when i got there, it was a little overwhelming. he helped me find the booth I was trying to get to, despite only being a year older." he reminisces as he looks off for a second. you ask him what booth he was trying to get to, and he said it was a booth for kamen rider merchandise where you got to meet the actor for kamen rider decade. you tell him that you've never watched it, but have heard about it. he then continues the story by saying he and yushi ended up having a lot in common with each other, so they exchanged numbers and became friends.

eric interrupts your guys' moment and sits down at the middle edge of the table, just far enough to be next to both of you. you don't mind talking with daeyoung, but you were starting to wonder how long you could go without something bad happening. just as you think this, you start choking on your noodles. your brother just grabs a napkin from his apron and starts patting your back. daeyoung asks if you're okay, but you and eric both answer that you're fine.

eventually, you and daeyoung leave the convinience store, and you say goodbye to eric as he stops the door from hitting you square in the face. you and daeyoung walk back to the dorms together, and he walks you to your room despite being on the boys side.

"i'm sorry we didn't really get any work done today," daeyoung appologizes as he looks down a bit while going up the elevator. "if i seemed a little nervous today, it's because i was. i can't really control my siren song that well, so i was worried i might use it on you." as daeyoung says this he looks up a bit.

he asks if you want to exchange numbers so you could update each other on the project as you both come up with ideas, you agree and nothing bad happens. suprisingly.

- [daeyoung's pov] - [later on that night] - at daeyoung and yushi's dorm -

"so, how did it go?" yushi asks daeyoung as he sits his bag on his bed to unpack it for the day. daeyoung asks him what he means, and yushi just wiggles his eyebrows. "you told her that you liked her, right? it's literally the perfect oppurtunity to." yushi doubles down.

"of course not! how could i say that and this is the first time i've talked to her?" daeyoung defends as yushi just shakes his head and turns to message his partner about the project. he makes a face when matthew says that gunwook won't leave him alone and keeps messing with his stuff, so he can't work on the project on their free day tomorrow. yushi just turns around in his bed and tells daeyoung goodnight.

daeyoung would say something and ask him what's wrong but, he knows yushi is probably tired. he wants to message you about what time to meet and work on the project, so he pulls up his contacts. but, where did your number go?!

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-[no one's pov] - [at the convienience store that night] -

"don't you think it's weird that kid came in with my sibling today?" eric says to sion and euijoo as they clean up to start the night shift. eric loves his sibling, really he does, but sometimes they're a little too trusting.

"maybe it's their boyfriend?" euijoo suggets as he remembers how you don't ever come in the store with anyone but kyujin. he shouln't have said this, however, as eric slowly looks up from the counter he was cleaning and glares at euijoo.

"ej, i don't need foresight to tell you that you should probably run now," as sion says this eric charges at ej before he dashes to the breakroom. sion just sighs shaking his head as he continues sweeping. just then, someone enters the store. unexpectedly, it was the kid! unfortunately, eric and ej walk back after ej explains the comment was a joke. eric and the kid lock eyes as they both walk near the counter from opposite sides. suprisingly, or scarily, eric is calm as he asks daeyoung to sit down at the counter he just cleaned.

"so, how long have you been dating my sibling?" eric asks as daeyoung chokes on air. sion grabs him some water from behind the counter and pats his back.

"i can assure you, i'm not doing that. i actually came here for your help and advice!"...

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: my first fic/fleshed out story! i know i was already technically writing one, but i will maybe continue withat near the winter as it makes sense for the story. thank you for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to message me/request! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

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[braxbrowastaken]

(gonna ping @asteroidtroglodyte to make sure I'm understanding MtG's Color Pie properly as an alignment system)

For those unfamiliar with the Color Pie as an alignment system, they made some great posts here and here about it.

So. Um. I'd like to touch upon one of my personal favorite OCs in the context of this alignment system. Because I've found the alignment posts fun and there need to be more of them, and when @asteroidtroglodyte and others do not provide, I must roll up my sleeves and do it myself.

So without further ado...

Meet Iris Taria. (Image commissioned by a friend for an OC tarot deck project for a RP server I'm a part of. She's great, I don't know that she's on Tumblr though.) In short, Iris has went from White to White/Black to White/Blue/Black, and then (possibly; kind of up to interpretation, tbh) back to White/Black.

She's a RWBY OC, but I'll be paraphrasing and summarizing relevant details so that anyone can follow along, since the focus of this is the color pie as an alignment system, not RWBY. All you need to know is this: RWBY characters have a personal force field called 'aura' and a relatively narrow superpower that uses aura as fuel. But it's not common to be able to use either.

Anyway. Iris unlocked her superpower at an early age due to (essentially) a lack of OSHA compliance at her parents workplace. She came from a poor family that could not afford after school care for her, so she'd frequently hang out in the break area at her parents' workplaces. And, one day, when she was little, she was at the (for her) wrong place (her dad's workplace's break area) at the wrong time. (when someone knocked over a shelf of heavy stuff onto some people)

And in that moment, she unlocked and reflexively used her superpower: the ability to project her own personal shield over others, protecting them from harm. The catch? The pain is synced.

Well, when a workplace accident happens and one of the workers' kids happens to be there and randomly out of the blue saves some workers from workplace injury and or death, that... gets around. And so Iris was offered scholarships and tutoring and all kinds of other wonderful goodies to get her to hone her abilities and put them to work for profit. And, coming from a poor family, she'd have been a fool to turn down the opportunities lavished in front of her.

So she was trained and taught, growing up, from that point on, that she had a duty; that her ability to save people from situations that nobody else could meant that she was obligated to do so. It was the right thing to do, after all. She was indoctrinated into White to make her easier to wield as a tool by her likely Black superiors. (For those that did not read the linked posts, White is the color of morality, law, obligation, self-sacrifice, etc. and Black is the color of self-interest, power-hunger, greed, and selfishness)

And so she was used. Her superiors paid her well to use her abilities, allowing them to profit by cutting costs on preventative safety measures and insurance for mishaps. But she did not complain, for she was given convenient excuses; she had no reason to believe something was amiss, just that accidents happen. Until she saw some paperwork that wasn't meant for her eyes, and the whole illusion collapsed.

After a series of ineffectual confrontations, she left her employer (abandoning her former coworkers) and her home, using pay she'd saved up to take her family and close friends with her. Not long afterward, she realized a pattern; if she ever stayed in one place too long, if she ever let people become too used to her presence, people would get careless and reckless.

Her prolonged presence, thus, would eventually cause people to come to harm, and her White ideals could never permit that. She was obligated to save people, not endanger them. But at the same time, abandoning them isn't cool with her ideals either... leaving her somewhat lost as she left all of her connections behind.

She eventually found a place that was out of the way and reasonably respectful of her abilities (once she explained her situation) to settle down, and in many stories that'd be the end of her story. It wasn't.

At some point, someone decided it'd be a good idea to use her family (among others) as hostages to get to her. (and others) And in the subsequent brawl, she was unable to save her mother; the chaos was too much, her abilities were too slow, and she wasn't powerful enough to clear the field of threats in time. A failure that didn't just offend her White ideals, but also struck very close to her personally.

To her, the conclusion was obvious; she needed more power, so she was capable of saving more people, and in the mean-time, she had to make peace with the fact that some people could not be saved. As a result, she gradually grew more violent and aggressive, forcing herself to change so that she could pervert her power into a weapon with which she could both save allies and slaughter foes. Her answer to the impossibility of her White ideals was Black.

And this answer formed a fragile, but stable, foundation to hold her slipping White ideals, for a time.

Until she was confronted by something she couldn't answer with Black's raw power OR White's ideals, and others once again were injured. Someone that could punch straight through others' defenses; someone that both demanded her power (to mitigate the punch-through) and countered it (by burning her defenses down) at the same time. Someone who made her feel both weak and needed; a dissonance she'd not felt before.

This time, she needed a plan. She needed tools, and strategy, and all kinds of clever things to outmaneuver her foes rather than confronting them directly. But most of all, she needed control over the situation. She needed Blue; otherwise her White ideals would collapse atop her damaged Black foundation.

And so she became more obsessive and paranoid, not only hungering for power, but also control. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to save everyone, as was her duty. She marched on, doing what she must to save those around her from a dangerous world, becoming more and more destructive and more and more paranoid. Until she made another mistake. Killed someone she shouldn't have, in an attempt to simplify a chaotic situation into a simple, straightforward, and orderly one. A safe one. Or at least, that's how her Blue/Black parts justified it.

And she had consequences for it, though her allies were there to bail her out somewhat. But it made her reflect and realize that she didn't really know who she was. She'd given up herself entirely on her quest to prop up impossible ideals through brute force and paranoia.

And so now, she's trying to shed her paranoia, to accept the power she has for what it is, and to look beyond her duty for the self that she could have been... but she still has unfinished business and she needs power to finish it, leaving her in a really funny spot where she has tension between White/Black, but also perpendicular tension between Blue/(Red&Green) below it as she develops further as a person.

If others are interested, I'll do some more usual game-design type stuff and try to translate her character into some hypothetical cards?

[beevean]

For the ship bingo:

The CV3 gang Polycule + Hector and Julia?

(if that's too much, then just Hectorcard)

well uhhhh 5 people and all of their ships are a bit much lol 😅

I'll do my favorites!

Trevorcard:

Bingo!!

The way they speak to each other in GoS ough 🥺 they're friends!!!! I really am intrigued by the setup, Alucard fighting Trevor to deem him worth of his painful quest, but Trevor being more than a convenient ally, but a good friend who sees Alucard not as Dracula's son, but his own person worthy of love and respect.

And to think Alucard would then grieve on his tomb.

Trepha:

I want to know more of this battle couple!!!

I said here that I imagine Sypha to be a bit cold, not easily trusting people due to her having to hide her identity, although of course still a good person at heart with noble principles. And the incarnation of the Superpower of Teamwork would be enough to thaw her :P

(she's absolutely the kind who would hear about Trevor getting stabbed and rush to his rescue while pregnant)

Hevor:

they're fuckbuddies. that's it. whatever they have going on is purely sexual and i wouldn't have it any other way.

This one's just funny to me lol. Mishaps, misunderstandings and make outs aside, the two could become good friends later on! Beer buddies, as it were. Fighting together but also chilling together as they slowly open up to each other and learn that they're not so bad after all.

Hectorcard:

The them 🥺

As I discussed recently, Hectorcard is pretty much pure fluff. The two are very similar in personality and morals. The conflict comes from external sources, like Dracula. And sure, the two are loaded with a healthy (lol) amount of self-loathing, but in that they can understand and soothe each other. There is some power imbalance between them, but with their personalities, it doesn't affect them and how genuinely close I imagine they could grow.

i mean. if you want the spice. you can imagine them calling each other brothers and kissing :3

Helia:

It sure is complicated :P

I have so many ideas about it. At first I didn't like it because, well, Julia looks like Rosaly, and Hector kind of sort of killed her brother, so they'd be super awkward around each other... and then I decided. No, those are not obstacles. Those are features :3c

The appeal to me is now precisely that the two could be so sweet and good for each other, because you can tell they have a thing for each other and could be less alone together in a world that left them alone... but they have so much baggage to unpack. And they can't. They can't burden the other with their own resentment. So the dance around these cute lies that keeps them apart, while they so desperately want to connect.

And maybe they could. But in time.

So yeah I have the feelings about the them but I don't think many people share my Vision 😔 and unlike with other ships, I can't just write oneshots because the development is what makes or breaks it...

Jupha:

Some love for the ladies :P

It all started as a joke of them getting "along" while their husbands are off on some "adventures". But you know , I think two witches could become friends very easily. Since I imagine Sypha to be a bit more brusque, but protective of a fellow sister, I imagine an interesting chemistry with the gentle, but more distant Julia. I want them to be supportive besties 🥺

also trevor/sypha/hector/julia foursome real to me