#and sprinkling flashbacks evening through the work. idk

[meat-loving-meat]

getting to a point in my nuclear weapons AU where I actually need to do some more detailed planning. I can only fly by the seat of my pants for so long 😭

[thegamingcatmom]

Intrigued about miranda anon

As a person who knows nothing of resident evil but wants to know more

(Not much a gamer, more a watcher of people who do playthroughs)

about birb momma and the dimitrescus (just cause idk more background info context)

Where do you suggest one would start? Should I know the info of previous games

Or like idk?

(Love your content btw)

Hello again, intrigued-about-miranda nonny!

First of all: Resi 7 (Biohazard) and 8 (Village) are kinnnda separated from the rest of the games, you could say. It´s a whole new MC (Ethan Winters) with his own story.

8 is set about three years after 7 and also deals with the aftermath of Biohazard. You do get some flashbacks in Village that show some of the stuff that went down three years ago, but it´s not a lot. I recommend playing Biohazard first, if you´re considering getting into gaming after all. Things will make a lot more sense then. ^^

As for the importance of the previous games:

Ofc there´s some lore sprinkled here and there in Village, like Mother Miranda´s connection to Spencer (one of Umbrella´s founders), but nothing too deep that would make you feel like you´re missing out or anything if your main focus are the ladies (I don´t blame you). Besides-

Resi lore can be...confusing. (At least when you´re going for a deep dive.) Even to those who have played all games. There´s just lots of stuff that´s tied together that also affects other stuff, and you only find out about that other stuff when you play some of the other games, sooo-

Yes, I am one of those confused ppl. In my defense though-

Village started it all for me. Never touched a Resident Evil game in my life before that. But as soon as I heard about Lady D and, well, pretty much ALL the ladies this game would feature, I started working my way through because, just like you, I was worried I´d be missing some info that would come into play later.

Well, turns out I was wrong.

But I still enjoyed playing them all. Resi 2 Remake and 7 are my favs (horror-wise). :3

Have been a Resi fan ever since.

But, to answer your question:

If your main interest is Village but you still wanna have the full package, then start by playing 7 and 8. Or watch a playthrough, if that´s more your thing. ^^

If you´re only here for the ladies, then Village will suffice because none of them are mentioned in any other game. (Fun fact though: Miranda was Spencer´s mentor. So Ig she did influence some of the stuff that went down in previous games. At least in theory. Can´t really influence smt when you haven´t even existed at that time yet ofc, lol.)

I do recommend playing/watching 7 first though. I think the story is great and it really helps getting a better understanding of what´s going down in Village.

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Well, I hope that wasn´t too overwhelming for you? I tend to ramble when I get excited, I can´t help it. 😅

Lemme know if you got anymore questions. I´ll happily answer them all to the best of my abilities!

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[heart2beom]

Hellooo I’ve said this as an anon before but I absolutely love your writing! Unrelated, but I was wondering if you have any Beomgyu fic recommendations? I read everything I could in the long post containing fic recs on your previous 4beomy account and I loved every single one of them, but now I can’t find anything left so I’m just rereading my faves LOL Thank you! (And also, thank you for writing! Again, your fics make me so happy)

You’re sooo sweet, thank you for complimenting me not once but TWICE 😭😭?? In terms of recs, I honestly have no idea if I’ve read anything much lately so I had to quickly cruise through my likes both on here and my old blog 😭

I present to you the list of beomgyu fics I’ve decently enjoyed (hopefully no repeats from my other list):

-> Message in a Bottle by @delacyrose224

very cute stuff, best friends to lovers...everyone knows at this point, but i'll forever express my love for this basic ass trope (i literally have a full list of books for b2l. the best romance books come from this trope!!!). one thing i loved about this fic is the portrayal of beomgyu-- just a genuinely good guy. the way he was discreet about his jealousy instead of making a whole deal about it, like fuck i love a mature, healthy dynamic, its so freaking cute

-> Night In by @tqmies

a dark fic, but its so good. i especially liked the fantasy element/twist on a common trope. everything about this is well written but the ending will give you some heebie jeebies (cant believe i just used that) its some fucked up shit 😭 um but b2l beomgyu!! (shoot me in the head)

-> A Recipe for Love by @tinietaehyun

who doesnt love a good old b2l beomgyu roommate fluff!?!?! it's soooo freaking cute i swear i never giggled so much 😭 this writer in general is very good with words and imagery, it's incredibly vivid.

-> how could you not know? by @angelbythewindow

have you noticed the pattern? yeah, it's another b2l. i LOVED the use of flashbacks here and the cute usage of the childhood "beanpole" nickname like shut up do you want me to die? the emotions here were OVERPOWERING. i felt everything beomgyu felt, felt everything mc felt, it was just sosososososo well written.

-> Why We (Don't) Work by @cafeseoulmate

haha. definitely not another b2l!!! i never included this on my other blog's rec list (bcs i dont think it was out at the time) but it is my most recent reblog on 4beomy so i'm fairly sure you've seen it. but regardless, for anyone else who's looking for beomgyu fics, please please please READ THIS. i wouldn't say it's a plot sort of story, it builds off of a lot of flashbacks and whatnot, but that's what makes it so great. like you get a feel for their relationship, why both characters just wouldn't work out (hence the title) but then the more you read the more you're like...alright... YOU KNOW?? like fuck, i almost teared up by the end it was such a cute love confession. a must read for all the bamtoris.

-> slam dunk, lover boy by @qqtxt

just absolutely cute stuff. check out everything from this blog, just binge, you're guaranteed fluffy cuteness. nothing really happens between the two here, but its still really cute and ykw i wanted some change here, so this is a sprinkle of e2l beomgyu

-> Stood Up by @imaginidol

okay, it's angst, i'll be straight up. but idk it was an enjoyable read, even though a little sad at the end 😭

-> Moonflower by @sleeping-sirens

really sweet short stuff, i love beomgyu i swear

-> somniferous confessions by @gyu-xiao

i don't usually read bulleted fics (this is the only one i've read actually 😭) but this is worth the read. i genuinely squealed a few times, giggled like tons, it was so adorable i loved it.

-> be my date by @blossom-hwa

honestly a little bit of a blur, i read this ages ago, but it's good because blossom hwa wrote it like trust me.

-> i know i love you by @universecorp

tried really hard to not include smut but this is definitely a little more plot driven than it is smut, it's sweet. a little angsty but i love it. smut at the end is definitely skippale, just concluding it as the fact that they made love is cute enough too 😭

-> check yes, juliet by @fairyofthestar

-> Yours Truly by @boba-beom

so so freaking cute. we're back with the b2ls but who cares, we all know it fits him so well!!!

-> old friend by @hueningshaped

a little bit of a spin on the fake dating trope and i love it. exes pretending to be lovers? hello? i'm so happy the ending wasn't hard hitting 😭

Fics I'm looking forward to read:

-> The Case by @tinietaehyun

not beomgyu centered but idk i love everything this person has written so far so i'm going to tackle this series. give it a read, i'm sure this'll give someone a good mindfuck since it is a detective series 😭

-> Ashen by @writingmochi

i think i might read this tonight actually, but yeah definitely check this one out. i can sniff out a great writer when i see one!!!!

-> Newsflash! by @ijhyo

teaser has me hooked, like everything about the secret identity...yeah, will wait on it.

-> This Love by @delacyrose224

ive always thought a beomgyu and taehyun love triangle would be a recipe for a perfect fic like… it just makes so much sense because theyre so different in personalities and that clash is just a perfect storm for a love triangle. so i will be reading 🙏 plus, it’s decently long! does it get any better?

Hopefully I got you covered for a couple of days anon 😭 I'll go back to reblogging recommended fics again once I get my shit together at uni, too many good writers out here 💔

[kingkatsuki]

Jo! I'm a silent follower but I love your work and I'm trying to work through the anxiety of interacting with my fav blogs, so please accept this messy Bakugo hc while watching the movie the Game Plan. Hope you like it 💕

Ok here goes

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Baku as Joe Kingman-- egotistical, career driven pro hero, not so much of a ladies man more like an eternal bachelor and ok with it, has a lavish penthouse apartment with a big "guard dog" named Nitro (short for Nitroglycerin).

Randomly a little girl shows up at his apartment claiming to be his daughter. Ofc he doesn't believe it. He's actually had a handful of fans try this stunt before, but he could dismantle their story within a matter of 2 minutes and send them off with a door slam. Needless to say he's ready to thwart this girls attempt. But when she mentions that's she's y/n and his daughter he suddenly has flashbacks to his sidekick days with some of his former UA classmates and other extras. Y/n being one of the extras.

Y/n was stubborn like he was--hot, err fiesty-- and was the only one who could told their own in an argument with him. They were witty, smart, damn near sexy when they argued. Over the tiniest things too. Like how he writes the date the wrong way on paperwork or claiming that you have a pretty shitty quirk or how your lunch is not remotely nutritious enough.

Y'all were just each other's pains in the asses.

Then, ofc the sexual tension peaks into a steamy night while your both on a mission. Which develops into a bit of a relationship (like 2 months or something); short lived but incredibly passionate. But before you could get serious, your hero careers take you on different paths, y/n maybe to another country.

Anyways, this little girl shows up at Bakugo's apartment with all this evidence and saying that she's y/n and his kid. It's pretty irrefutable. She's his kid.

And he's just trying to adjust to this newfound fatherhood thing. Messing up and struggling at every turn. And one day his daughter (idk let's call her Akira) wants to make cookies and he's goes on this "that's not healthy...do you know what that stuff does to your teeth...I can't eat that much sugar I'm a pro hero blah blah blah" . So she tries to make some cookies by herself. Spills the flour and sugar everywhere while he trains in his personal gym (cause he's rich like that) eggs fall and crack onto the floor, sprinkles don't even make it onto half of the cookies most are decorate the sink and you don't wanna know how she got butter stuck to the ceiling. Baku comes into the kitchen for his post workout protein shake and comes in to this disaster. Ofc loosing his temper, hands glowing orange, and scaring Akira as she runs off. Nitro huffs at him and follows her to her room.

His growing feeling of sadness and regret for loosing his temper when he was the one not watching her as he cleaned. Sighing as the butter fell on his head, making him jump then sigh again at the realization. Once he's cleaned up the mess he takes the cookie dough Akira has started, scooped them, and baked them. He brought a plate of the warm cookies to her crying form trying to speak softly and apologize for how he reacted. With red eyes and tear stained cheeks they both took a cookie and took a bit, only to spit it out because of the overuse of sugar making them gritty and wayyyy to sweet. They look at each other and break into laughs and giggles as all the treats make their way into the trash.

Also I can just see Bakugo at the same agency as the bakusquad and how they react to his surprise daughter. It's all jokes and teasing, but kiri befriends the girl instantly. Eventually that all love her and it's easy to see her effect on them (read: marturing).

Just surprise Dad!Bakugo makes me feel things 😩

Ok thanks for reading hope you liked it imma go hide under some blankets now 😳

Hihihi!! I know it can be really anxiety inducing to talk to other blogs on here, but I promise there isn’t a single blog that wouldn’t be happy to get an ask or comment from you!

This idea is adorable!!! I’ve always loved the idea of Bakugou having that moment of weakness when he’s younger and falling in love with you. He promised himself he wouldn’t let anything distract him from his dream, but you just make it so damn hard. And you know you’d be one of his biggest regrets because he’d wish he never let you go all those years ago, but he tells himself there’s nothing he can do about it now. Until a little girl shows up who’s the spitting image of him.

It’s like all the feelings for you come back tenfold? And he’s never thought of another person like that since so the feelings are strong. Of course he wants to get to know his daughter, already full of regret that he’s missed so much of her life already. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to get to know you again. And it’s like you can see the ways he’s changed and matured? Like his goals and dreams have changed?

[achubbydumpling]

Alright, I just finished Destroyer (2018) and a bottle of wine and I have some thoughts about this movie and lots of thots about Chris. Why am I writing this? Why not! I love reading other people's opinions, so here are mine.

Let's get into it!

(if you just want ~800 words of chubby kink brain rot skip to the +++ under the cut)

Thoughts and semi-serious movie review

(I don't know nothing about movies, so this is very subjective, but I'd love to hear your opinions, if you disagree with anything or just have something to add)

First, I went into this film completely blind. I had no idea what this film was about, I only knew that Seb was in it.

It starts off promising. Alcoholic detective who knows more than she lets on, an unidentified body and an old antagonist from our detectives past reappears. Plot is being set up, we get to know Erin, the story advances at a good pace and then 15 minutes in everything grinds to a halt.

The movie is very good at building tension, but has trouble reaching satisfying conclusions. Almost every scene just fizzles out into an anticlimactic or abrupt end. The characters seem static, with no real development apart from a few pieces sprinkles throughout, which makes emotional scenes feel unearned.

The movie drags on through it's 2h runtime. By the end I was honestly wishing for Erin to just die already, which probably wasn’t the intention with this character-driven film. We’re told that she is consumed by anger, but to me she just seemed bored most of the time. Like she was trudging from plot point to plot point.

Most of the characters in this movie felt like less than side characters, even Chris, who’s death is the inciting incident for Erin wanting to get revenge on Silas. Arturo was the only other character that stood out to me, but he only really got to shine in the Russian Roulette scene.

The flashback scene at the end was probably the best part of the movie. Not just because we finally got to see Chris for a bit longer, but because Erin finally has someone to play off of and even though she still seems quite stiff in her acting, this is in my opinion her best performance in the movie. 2/5 stars

"omg Sebastian Stan is so hot in this movie"-review

And now let's talk about Seb's look in this movie, because damn does he look good. Stuff I liked in no particular order:

the beard in the flash backs

the shaved head in the less far back flash backs

smoking. doing drugs! cocaine!!

rings

fake dating?? yes please (giving me ideas)

Seb's fucking silent movie acting, hmm jaw clenching and intense staring (his line delivery wasn't the best in this, but it might've been the phrasing)

"Nice ass." "It's all yours."

the grey sweater

rings

Chris' body language being all loose and open, going with where Erin pulls him, draped all over her back, arm around her waist

hnng Erin pulling down the big sweater and showing of his chest-shoulder-collarbone

+++ (weight gain, belly kink and more feedist nonsense from here on out) +++

that shirt is pretty big on him though, isn't it?

and his jeans are way too loose as well, "Nice ass"?, yeah, it'll be real nice with about fifty more pounds on him, when those jeans look painted on

he could maybe hide his double chin under the beard, but his love handles would be peeking out under the hem of that grey sweater, his belly creasing his waist band where it hangs over it, his lower belly hanging out as soon as he moves his arms and he constantly has to pull his shirt down, otherwise it works its way up until the entire spare tire around his hips is on display

idk if everyone is just short, but Seb looks so tall in this movie, imagine he's so tall that he starts out at 230lbs looking jacked, all brawn, functional strength, low insertion muscles, all stretched out, y'know?

and then he packs on weight, still working, still moving, but putting half the time he used to spend exercises, into eating, he eats what you put in front of him and then some

it's not like it's a burden, eating until he's full and then pushing himself a bit further, but your encouragement and the obvious lust on your face whenever you watch him eat, is an added bonus

when Erin suggests he steal the money with her, he refuses, he's got you and you'd never ask him to risk his life on the off-chance that you might be able to pull this off, so he gets out, back to being an FBI agent, back to you, and finally back to eating what he wants

ohhh he'd thought when you first explained to him how you liked bigger guys that he'd be doing this just for you, settling down, putting on a few pounds, it was probably inevitable anyway, but once you started, once he actually gained weight, he liked it, he really liked it

Chris caught himself sneaking his hand under his sweater to play with the tiny bit of fat that was starting to hang over his waistband

he'd always been confident, but feeling heavier made him feel more powerful, instead of rushing everywhere he took his time, long, unbroken strides, nothing could shake him

he was an excellent fighter, not easily swayed, but they take him out of the field when he gains more weight, he gets out, gets a job as private security instead and keeps gaining

300lbs and he's finally getting a real belly, but you could still see some muscles moving under his ribs when you trailed your fingers over them, he's tall, so all the weight has lots of places to settle

350lbs and his legs are straining aganist his jeans, the fabric between his legs thinning from the constant friction, looking at him you'd guess he was 250lbs, maybe 280lbs

but you didn't care too much about him looking smaller than he was, because when he got on top of you and let you feel all the weight you'd put on him, how heavy he was and you were just struggling to catch your breath with 350lbs of absolute beef cake on top of you, you couldn't really form a single coherent thought

it didn't take long for him to reach 400lbs, and you were all over it, you kept him pinned to the couch by the weight of his stuffed belly every night, riding one of his thick thighs until he'd finally digested just enough, that he could think about anything besides the dull ache in his stomach, you could see his eyes lose some of that hazy fog, his body going from boneless exhaustion to pressing his thigh up into you, matching your rhythm

as much as you loved Chris weighing you down, you had learned the positive sides of being on top of him over the last 50lbs he's gained, he was an impressive man, quietly commanding every room he was in, but you could make him fall apart, come undone beneath you and make him give up all this control

he didn't just do it for you, when you saw his eyes flutter shut and his jaw work to deal with all those overwhelming sensations, you could see him get lost in it, going elsewhere and yet giving himself up even more completely to you

he'd beg for you to touch him, to fuck him, to "please make me come, baby", even though he could easily take all that he wanted from you, he only ever asked for it and how happily you gave it all to him

lotsa text, but he's just too hot in this movie, like you can just imagine undressing him and finding a nice little belly under all those baggy clothes

[mortedeveles]

I’m Okay.

PART TWO. 

SUMMARY: Ever since you were young, your mind has always been clouded with negative thoughts about yourself and your shoulders were always heavy with an invisible weight. But now you’re dating the infamous Katsuki Bakugou, and you couldn’t be happier. He made you feel so confident that you decided to come clean to your dad about your mental health issues. Buzzing with courage, you can only hope everything turns out okay. But as it turns out, you were absolutely wrong.

GENRE: angst, like a lot lot, hurt comfort and fluff. [ONE-SHOT]

PAIRING: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader. (i will be writing gn! reader soon, but i still have to adjust to it) 

TW: mental health issues, mentions of suicide, cursing, etc.

Copyright © 2020-2021 by Veles.

A/N: it’s a bit short tbh, apologies fellas. this oneshot is inspired from my personal experience, with some differences and adjustments. should i make a part two of this? i’m tempted but idk,, lmk what you think! anyways, enjoy!

ITALIC is for thoughts or flashbacks!

BOLD is for texting (with some exceptions)

Y/N had never been particularly confident in herself, but Katsuki Bakugou had always made her feel otherwise. When she was with him, she knew anything was possible.

You're strong and brave. Don't put yourself down, okay nerd?!. You're my girlfriend, how could you not be amazing? Katsuki's grumbled words repeated over in Y/N's head, filling her up with a giddy feeling. If Katsuki believed in her, then maybe she could do it.

Yeah, she definitely could do this. No big deal. All she had to do was confess to her oblivious father that she had been dealing with insecurities and mental health issues for years and wanted his help. No biggie.

''So, what did you want to talk about?'' her father asked. He was sitting on the foot of her bed, waiting for her to respond.

Shit. I forgot I asked him to talk tonight, she thought. Well, I can't back down now.

Breathing deeply, Y/N raised her gaze to her father's face and spoke quietly.

''Dad, I think I have depression,'' Losing her confidence and courage, she lowered her gaze to her blankets. Her fists tightened around them. 

''I-I, I don't know why but I've felt so bad and worthless for years, I feel sad because I'm ugly and stupid, I'm so unattractive that no one's ever shown interest in me and it feels like I'm going to die alone. I don't mean to feel like this, it's just-just, sometimes, I can feel like I'm at the top of the world and the next, I feel so sad and disgusted with myself that I can't help but cry.'' 

With a heavy sigh, the girl raised her gaze and awaited her father's answer. She could feel her heart flip and her stomach twist with anxiety.

What would he say? Maybe he'd smile and hug her, offering her his endless support. Or maybe, he'll sigh and hug her, saying that he knew all along. Maybe he knew that she cried herself to sleep nearly every day and that it hurt so, so much to be alive. 

Her heart dropped when her father sighed in response. He shook his head in disapproval as he rubbed his temples.

Please, say something, dad. She wanted to say. But all her voice was nowhere to be found.

Say something.

''Don't be so dramatic. You have a happy family, we're pretty good on money and you have a roof over your head. What else can you want?'' he snapped, eyes blazing with irritation.

Y/N's mouth opened in shock and as much as she wanted to reply, her voice was gone.

''Stop feeling so much self-pity for yourself. The only thing you're accomplishing is wasting your life by complaining and sitting on your ass, doing nothing! Don't come to me saying you're depressed. Do you know how much I've suffered? I'm paralyzed. I lived with abusive parents all my life. I've always had a disadvantage because of my condition. You haven't suffered a bit...You have everything in your hands!'' 

Her father continued ranting angrily, but Y/N's focus was gone. Her eyes glazed over with tears, but she forced herself to hold them in.

Grow up, he said.

Stop being so dramatic.

Her throat clogged up and her chest tightened. She had been working up the confidence to tell her dad, who swore to protect her and support her for her entire life, the courage to tell him about her illness for years. Y/N isn't exactly sure when it started, but she can barely remember anything before it. She couldn’t remember how it felt to be truly happy.

Though she can't pinpoint an exact date for it or even a goddamn cause, Y/N remembers that she's felt like this for around five years. It started when she was a naive and rude ten-year-old child, who refused to play with her friends and would rather read books. 

She doesn't remember why it happened, but she can remember with clarity the nights she would slouch over her laptop, listening to soft music that would make her cry quietly. Maybe it had to do with the fact that as a child, she refused to adapt to social situations. Her heart would feel heavy for no absolute reason and she hated it. It was overwhelming, Y/N wanted to claw at her chest and rip it open, plunging her hand inside to retrieve her heart and fix whatever was wrong with it. What was wrong with her? Why wasn’t she...normal?

The sudden loss of weight on her bed snapped her out of her thoughts. Her dad was looking at her solemnly, nodding at her as he bid her good night. She responded with a shaky nod and once her father had closed the doors and turned the lights off, she could feel everything.

There were heavy, wet, and warm tears forming in her eyes, her hands were trembling and her chest felt like it was about to explode. 

When she heard her dad's bedroom door close shut, her tears broke loose. Y/N clamped her hand over her mouth, muffling her sobs as her shoulders shook with each cry. She heard her phone vibrating loudly next to her and her cries stopped momentarily. 

Wiping away the tears, she squinted her eyes on the screen, only to see Katsuki's contact pop up on her notifications. Subconsciously, a small and weak smile graced her lips.

Ah right, I have a boyfriend, she thought.  Maybe I'm not so ugly and useless after all.

EXPLOSIVE TEDDY BEAR: Hey nerd. Are you okay? 

Y/N laughed harshly. Her throat was beginning to feel raw and dry from crying. Her eyes read the message over and over as she debated what to do.

Katsuki was her boyfriend, right? If something was bothering her, she should let him know. Y/N knew that Katsuki valued honesty a lot.

But then, she was reminded of his proud and loud behavior. He was nice and kind to her, but that didn't stop him from being loud and abrasive. Whether they were dating or not, she was still dubbed as ''nerd''. The nickname made her smile. 

Katsuki was an excellent student- perhaps a bit too violent and murderous- but he had good intentions. He was strong and determined. Y/N doubted he'd understand what she was going through. In their three months of dating, she hadn't seen him express any emotions of insecurity or depression, maybe some sprinkles of jealousy here and there, but no insecurities.

With each thought and argument running across her head, Y/N was sure she shouldn't bother him with this. After all, he was a hero-in-training. Katsuki doesn't have time to deal with her problems. He was probably too busy with his own problems.

Y/N: Of course I'm fine. What makes you think I'm not?

Y/N: I'm perfectly fine :)

[astro-break]

Thoughts on the 7th ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima. Spoilers beware 

Ep.1 | Ep.2 | Ep.3 | Ep.4 & 5 | Ep. 6

Can we get an MTC ep for Samatoki’s birthday please?

nope its MTR

ah man i always get really down whenever i see Doppo’s workplace environment. it suckssss

EYYYYY BUSTER BROS SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i forgot the name of the song in the moment but is Ikebukuro West Gate Park which is funny since thats where the ikebukuro prelims are held)

OOO IRIS ON A MOTERBIKE!!!!!!!!!!!! thats so hot oh my god, the CGI was good too! she had no right making to popping a wheelie over speedbumps look cool

Tom mentioned last episode that he had picked these three up from bad places and I have a feeling that Iris was once either an adrenaline junkie, thrill seeker, or involved in something that had her on the run

I don’t know about Rex. I think society just took one look at him and pushed him away because his personality is weird. He’s honest and kind, almost too kind. It don’t help that he doesn’t look traditionally Japanese which will garner him a lot of unpleasant experiences

MTCCCCCCCCCCC HELL YEAH

love that theyre one of the few units shown actually going out and doing intel searching on their own

god the TDD flashbacks harken to the manga and thats so cool

There’s a lot of underline threads going on in here and its going to be hard keeping track of them. I hope that the anime doesn’t choke itself on all the threads

T.REX is hilarious i think i might actually grow to like him. he’s a dumb himbo

ah even more threads and previous connections. i really really really hope that everything is ties up nicely by the end of the season though that doesn’t seem plausible, not with only 5 episodes remaining

OH GOD WHY WAS YOTOSUJUJI BROUGHT UP NOW IM TEARING UP

ah of course robberies are going to happen on the day of the rap battle

That ruikawa guy is suspicious. it might be my INFP speaking but his kindness seems a bit weird

ah yeah red flags right there. he’s definitely one of the robbers or in cahoots with them

ah yeah hes a robber. theres no doubt about that. “ive found a place to release what builds up inside me”. thats crime isn’t it. the fact that he won’t talk about it just raises more red flags

ahahaha see i was right

hey at least it was doppo’s hardass boss. could be someone more innocent and less asshole-y

YOU JUST GAVE YOUR INDEITY AWAY ASSHOLE wow even doppo caught on

EYYYY SHINJIKU STYLE!!!!! HELL YEAH

Those stills are absolutely mesmerizing though. 

i love the sense of trust and mentorship between matenro with Jakurai as Hifumi and Doppo’s mentors. At least that’s the feeling I get with them ahaha

Doppo’s english is a bit harsh but also weirdly fits his style. im a bit mixed on it but with the whole song being more melancholic with english sprinkled in, it matches the theme

The song itself is such a mellow and soothing song though. Its different than Maternro’s usual work and its a good different. I love the subway and old timey imagery that came with the song and the image of a subway train lighting up the way to a new path is such a great way of showing that there are different paths and different destinations that one can take. Even if you take the same train, you can end up in a different place. The light imagery in particular is just so good since Ruikawa’s original line of the city being a beacon of light for him is mirrored in the song.

The lyrics especially are so soft and powerful with the imagery within the words being simultaneously rough and tumble but also soft and reassuring. It seems more like a lament or a elegy to a life that could have been if they had gotten on a different train. I love the lyrics, especially the chorus since it speaks of mundane things but things that everyone can understand and relate to

it also carries mad Spirited Away vibes. It’s also called Falling which I think is pretty fitting

the only thing that I don’t like about the song Jakurai’s vocal beats within his verse. Usually it works since there’s a big beatboxing feel to those beats but with Jakurai his lyrical rap doesn’t mesh well with the harsh guttural sounds beatboxing

The pain of having one of your few friends betray you hurts and wow this episode is out to make me feel a lot of sympathy for Doppo

SMILING DOPPO!!!

Hell yeah they actually had a plan and followed through with it

Did they just set up the MTC episode lmao. thats sneaky

OOh that beat change for FP ending is so nice!!

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I think I’m only noticing this just now but the episode titles are all famous quotes from people/proverbs. 

Ep. 1) “As Soon as Man is Born, He Begins to Die“ This is an old proverb. Who said it I don’t know and a quick internet search gave me nothing, but its commonly said to convey the meaning that nothing lasts forever. IDK why this proverb was chosen since there’s no indication of any of the teams disbanding any time soon except for TDD era teams which have already happened

Ep. 2) “Speak of the Devil and He Will Appear“ Again, another old idiom which dates back to the 16th century. This one is probably about Ichiro and how he appears whenever he is called or whenever he is needed. Though it could be a overall commentary on how the brothers are reliable no matter the situation

Ep. 3) “Two Heads Are Better Than One” - John Heywood This quote describes DoHifu pretty well. Its because these two work and rely on each other that they’re able to not only make it through each day but also make each day worth living. Because they help each other, but they’re not the same, they’re better for it. This could also apply to MTR as a whole being a team where each member thinks outside the box and their ideas collectively make such an interesting team

Ep. 4) “A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed” This one is an 11th century proverb which explains that in times of need, true friends will show their colors. That's the main mentality behind MTC though I believe that it applies to Rio in particular for this episode. While the entirety of MTC are willing to help each other in times of need, in this episode it mainly focused on Samatoki and Rio’s plights and how the members as a whole show that they are all true friends to each other

Ep. 5) “Seeing is Believing” The origins of this quote is blurry but there the bible seems to be the origin of this statement believe it or not. While it does fit the episode’s theme of ghosts and how rumor's can harm people and businesses, it doesn’t really describe FP like the other quotes do the other teams. I find it odd, but I hope that FP are redeemed in their next feature episode. FP deserves better and are being done dirty in the anime.

Ep. 6) “He Who Laughs Last, Laughs Best” - The Christmas Prince. I think this one is pretty nice in describing not only the episode but the series as a whole. It doesn’t matter who’s winning in the begging, or the middle. The final outcome is what really matters. It’s pretty apt for the series since even though The Party of Words are winning currently, its who wins by the end of the series that matters. The episode encompasses this pretty well too with the whole plotline.

Ep. 7) “The Darkest Hour is Just Before the Dawn” Dating back to 1950 ish, this one carries the simple There is hope in the worst circumstances message. Again, its pretty suitable for the series as a whole since the Party of Words might be making life harsh, but there’s still hope to be found in the world.

Ep. 8) “Dead men tell no tales” - Thomas Becon. NGL, this one scares me because it can either apply to MTC, or the universe as a whole. We’ll just have to wait till next week to know for sure but i think we’ll get some Jyuto angst with his parents

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hard feelings

jung jaehyun x reader

Summary: “My mom asked about you again,” you stalled for a second as he bought up the words, seemingly innocent and nonchalant, before continuing to pour his coffee. “She was asking if you would find her a bother if she called you.”

“Not at all,” Your smile is civil, the carefully carved simply curve of your lips you’ve perfected over months, as you hand him his coffee. “You know I love talking to your mom.”

Your breakup with Jung Jaehyun left a lot of things unsaid and a lot of feelings untouched. But it’s difficult to get over someone when you see hem everyday. Even more so when you live with them.

Warnings: wine

Word Count: 4.3K

Genre: angst, fluff

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, this is the first time I’m writing for Jaehyun, so yeah. My requests are open, and this is unedited, so idk if you should have expectations going in. THERE are some parts of the story that are flashbacks and for some reason the italics aren’t working on mobile so i’ll put flashbacks in brackets.

The floor is cold as you slip out of your bed, walking on tiptoes down the hallway to your kitchen. It’s still dark outside and any reasonable person would still be sleeping, but you had chosen to make this the perfect time to go to work.

Jaehyun, you write on a pink post it note, packaging the freshly made scrambled eggs into tupperware. There’s eggs in the fridge, make sure to eat.

Your relationship with Jung Jaehyun was so strange that even writing a damn note became difficult. What words could you use that wouldn’t walk the line of romantic? How would you make yourself sound platonic for a man you still loved?

So to you, the best way to avoid this is to avoid him. That’s why you leave before the sun comes up and try your best to be out of the house once your classes are over. But it’s not easy. You still see him. Every morning at the coffee shop, when you get home late at night and he’s cooking dinner, when he wakes up earlier than you for practice.

6 months ago, you and Jaehyun broke up. And as a broke college student with lack of better lodging, he decided that it would be best for you both to continue renting out your apartment together. Only it didn’t feel like the shared apartment anymore. The pictures of the both of you that used to line your walls have long since been removed and stored away. You’ve moved into the spare bedroom across the hall, in a bed too big for you to sleep by yourself. Getting ready in the morning takes twice as long when you can’t share a bathroom with a person. You’ve become strangers.

The coffee shop is quiet as you turn the light on, the gentle hum of electricity coming to life reverberating through the walls. It’s 6:34. There’s nothing to do but wait, so you do, brewing a fresh pot and pouring a cup while you pull your book out.

[“What’re you reading?” Jaehyun hums, lofting his head from where it rests on your stomach. You’re both stretched out on the couch, his arms wrapped around you.

“The Alchemist,” you respond, laying the book down and running your fingers through his hair.

“What’s it about?” He leans into your touch, eyes closing again as his dimples show in a smile.

“A shepherd from Spain. His name is Santiago and he meets this man who tells him to go to the pyramids of Giza and find a treasure.” 

“Doesn’t that sound like a bit of a scam?” He chuckles, leaning up to kiss your lips. 

“It’s an adventure, dummy. Besides, the kid does get scammed, just not by this dude.” 

“Can you read it to me? Just from wherever you’re at.” 

He lays his head back down as you nod, finding your place again as you start to speak. “The Englishman was unable to sleep one night. He called to the boy, and they took a walk along the dunes surrounding the encampment There was a full moon, and the boy told the Englishman the story of his life...”]

Opening up old memories only invites others back in, and soon you’ve lost focus on the book and are swept into the sea of memories that was your relationship with Jaehyun. Painting your bedroom, moving in, your first date, first anniversary, first kiss, it all comes back. 

The first customer walks in at 7:30 on the dot, a secretary who always picks up 4 americanos. When she walks in, you’re already making her drinks, and she gives you a grateful smile as she swipes her credit card. “Have a nice day,” she calls back, her beige heels clacking on the floors as she walks out with a slight sway from balancing her bag and the coffees. 

Hana, your friend and the other person on the morning shift walks in at 8:00, just as things are starting to get busy. “He’s not in yet?” She asks, slipping her apron on. Her hair, dyed a ashy blonde, goes up in a bun as she takes your place behind the register, allowing you to mix drinks freely. “I must be early.” 

“You say this to me every time, Hana,” you chuckle as you hand two teenagers their hot chocolates. They come to the coffee shop to study before tests, and you sprinkle some extra cinnamon into their drinks just like they like it. “He comes in at 9:00. 8:30 if he has practice, and no, I don’t know if he has practice.” Hana has a vested interest in your relationship with Jaehyun, and you know she’s been hoping for you both to get back together since you broke up. 

8:30 rolls around and he hasn’t made an appearance. It starts drizzling outside, and you curse yourself for not bringing your umbrella. It’s a bit of a walk to the subway station, and then from your station, a few blocks to your home. Your jacket is going to have a rough day. 

Almost exactly at 9:00, a black car pulls up in the parking lot and Hana chuckles as you subconsciously fix your hair, earning her a flick on the arm. Busying yourself with the latte art a fellow tired college student ordered, you force yourself not to look up. But of course, as the bell rings, you still do. 

Jung Jaehyun, even slightly rained on, looks like he walked out of a designer runway. His hair’s swept back and speckled with rain drops, his signature dimples poking out as he holds the door open for the two girls with hot chocolates as they leave. You hand the customer their latte, the smile that crosses their face when they see the design adorning it giving you a small piece of solace. 

“Hey,” he says, smiling at you as he sits down at the counter, in the same seat as always. He’s wearing the hoodie you used to always steal from him. It’s blue, with two stripes, red and white, on each sleeve. It’s gone back to smelling like his cologne.

“Hey. Same as usual?” He doesn’t even need to nod before you grab a cup and the coffee pot, making his regular. Jung Jaehyun, ever the creature of habit, orders the same black coffee and warmed up croissant for the 12 months he’s come to the cafe.

“My mom asked about you again,” you stalled for a second as he bought up the words, seemingly innocent and nonchalant, before continuing to pour his coffee. “She was asking if you would find her a bother if she called you.”

“Not at all,” Your smile is civil, the carefully carved simply curve of your lips you’ve perfected over months, as you hand him his coffee. “You know I love talking to your mom.” A silence falls over you both as you grab a croissant and turn around to the oven, neither of you knowing how to continue this conversation. “Uh, so how’s practice going? Taeyong mentioned you guys are performing at MAMA?” 

He coughs, using the sleeve of his hoodie to dry his hair. “Yeah, it’s going good. It’s a bit difficult cause they’re trying to get all the units to perform, and then they want us to perform together. But hey, that’s what we get for the never ending members concept.” 

“Yeah, I guess so” you laugh and you’re both thinking about the same thing. 

[“Okay, okay, okay, wait, explain this to me one more time.” You’re currently sitting on Jaehyun’s lap, arms thrown lazily around his neck as he attempts to explain NCT. 

“Okay, so NCT means Neo Culture Technology, and basically we have an unlimited number of members.” You nod, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “NCT U stands for United, which means that the members change based on the concept. NCT 127 is the fixed group, and it’s based in Seoul because Seoul is where K-pop started. NCT Dream is with all the underage members, and they stay in Dream until they become adults.”

“And then they graduate to NCT U? Or NCT 127?” 

“Or WayV,” he nods, smiling as he kisses your neck. “See, that wasn’t so hard. I didn’t even need to get Doyoung’s chart.” You both dissolve into a mess of laughter, and Jaehyun leans up to press more kisses up your neck, your jawline, and eventually meeting your lips. ]

“Um, here’s your croissant, and your drink. That’s $4.55, you can swipe your card.” He nods with a sip of his drink and takes the bag with the pastry before swiping his card. “Okay, you’re good. Uh, I’ll see you later.”  

“Yeah, I’ll see you at home.Oh, thanks for the eggs.” He waves one more time and you pretend to go back to work as his car pulls out. Home. 

“You have it baddd,” Hana says singsongedly, earning another flick. 

***

It hasn’t stopped raining all day. What was drizzling became a steady downpour that’s lasted the entirety of your shift. Groaning as you slip on your jacket, you wave bye to Hana. She offered a ride, but you’re aware her house is in the complete opposite direction and that would just waste her time. 

The store awnings provide some cover as you walk down the street, your jacket getting slightly drenched as you walk rapidly through the gaps between them. You haven’t made it too far down the street when you stop, surprise turning you into a statue. Jaehyun’s walking towards you, umbrella in hand. “What are you doing out here?” You ask, trying to hide your shivering. 

“I went home and saw you left your umbrella there. You think I was gonna let you walk home in this rain?” You can’t stumble out a response before he grabs your hand. “Come on, my car’s just around the corner.” 

It’s so quiet the walk to the car and all you can think about is that he’s still holding your hand. “I could have gone home with Hana, you didn’t have to drive out here.” 

“Hana lives on the other side of town, I knew you weren’t going to bother her for it. And it’s not a bother, really. I was done with everything anyway.” He opens your door before crossing to the other side and getting in. There’s towels laid across both seats and he pulls another from the backseat. “Dry yourself off, you’ll get sick if you stay like that.” 

“The subway station really wasn’t that far,” you mutter as you pat your hair dry. “I could have walked fine.” 

“Just- just let me do something nice for you, hm? To repay you for the eggs, let’s see it as that.” 

“It wasn’t a favor this morning. I just had extra eggs.” 

“Okay, then let me do nice things because I feel like it, okay?” But it isn’t your job to do nice things for me anymore, you want to say but you don’t, biting your lip instead and looking out the window. You’re both quiet until you hit a red light and Jaehyun’s phone lights up. Incoming call from Eun-i. His hands tighten around the wheel as he picks up, you pretending not to pay attention.  “Hi. Oh yeah, sure. Yeah, I’ll see you there. Okay. No, that’s fine. Great. Okay, see you later.” 

“Who’s that?” You ask, trying to sound casual. Isn’t being okay with him seeing other girls a good step in moving on? Then why is there such a weird feeling in your stomach? 

“Uh, some girl Johnny knows, he’s been bugging me to go out with her, says she won’t get off his back about it. You’re not upset, are you?” 

“No, of course not, Jaehyun. Why would I be upset?” Maybe something in your tone is off because he just sighs. 

“I don’t know, Y/N. We don’t really get the time to talk, since you’ve been leaving so early and coming back so late at night just to avoid me.” 

“I have to open the shop early,” you deflect, heart beating as you still avoid his eyes. “And my study group ends late.” 

“Bull.” Months of pent up feelings are coming out as the light turns green. “You leave on weekends, holidays, days when I know you don’t have class and when you don’t have shifts at the cafe.” 

“I- I don’t know, what do you want me to say? I’m scared I’m going to say something or you’re going to say something that brings the both of us 6 months back and we only feel more awkward around each other and I just-” not knowing what to say, you stop, resting your head in your palms. “I just want to go back to being friends.” 

“I don’t know how we can with both of us scared of taking the next step.” The car pulls into the parking lot in front of the apartment and Jaehyun unlocks the doors. “Y/N-” but you’re already out of the car, fumbling for the keypad as you punch the code in. 

Still sitting in the seat, Jaehyun sighs and rests his head on the wheel. 

***

It’s late. The ticking hands on the clock are nearing midnight, and instead of being in bed, you’re curled up on the couch with a glass of red wine. Jaehyun left a few hours back for his date and the nerves after your fight and the small pit in your stomach had made it impossible for you to sleep. Hopefully the wine would make you drowsy. 

How did things get so fucked up? Tracing your finger along the rim of your glass, a tear crawls down your cheek in your drunken state. You both used to love each other, you used to be able to talk about anything and everything. 

[“Do you ever wonder why we respect the dead more than the living?” You raise your eyebrow, trying not to laugh as Jaehyun, drunk off his ass, continues to talk. “No like, really, if I died today, wouldn’t people start thinking nicer things about me? Like Mark wouldn’t bitch about that time I ate his sandwich, he’d be like “Man, Jaehyun was, like, so cool, R.I.P.” 

“I’m sorry, did you just do an impression of Mark mourning your death, and he said R.I.P.?” He just shrugs and you can’t stop the laughter, getting up to grab the glass of water on the nightstand. Jaehyun, however, has other ideas. 

“Nooooo, where are you going?” Grabbing your arm, he pulls you onto the mattress and wraps his arms around you. 

“I’m just grabbing you water, dummy, you’re head’s gonna hurt from all that drinking.” 

“How are you so smart?” He awes, eyes wide as they follow your movements. You just laugh, the sound reverberating off the walls of your bedroom as he drinks the water and pulls you back down. ]

Your relationship was so- full. That’s the only way you can describe what you felt with him. Complete, whole, your heart brimming with love for this man who held your entire heart in his hand. 

From the couch, you can hear the front door open and wipe your tear quickly, taking another sip of your wine. “You’re home early,” you try to be casual as Jaehyun walks in, slipping his shoes off and taking off his coat. 

“Yeah. Date was a disaster, I’m going to kill Johnny- is that wine?” 

You smile as you grab the bottle and pour yourself another glass. “There’s glasses in the cabinets.” 

*** Many many many glasses of wine that were definitely over the recommended amount later, you and Jaehyun are both tipsy as all hell. “Re-remember that time you fell into Mark’s pool?” He stumbles out, cheeks flushed red from laughter. You nod, equally flushed as drunk tears pooled in your eyes from the heavy laughter the last anecdote he bought up had caused. “Well-well it wasn’t really an accident, Doyoung made a bet with Yuta that he could kick the cap off a water bottle, but he missed, fell back, and accidentally pushed you in.” 

“Motherfucker, I’m gonna kill him!” Laughter strikes you both again, followed by a semi-awkward silence. “I’m- I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you, Jaehyun,” you hiccuped, downing the rest of your wine. “I just- figured it’d be easier for the both of us.” 

“No, it’s okay, I get why.” He follows suit in finishing off his wine. “Our situation isn’t necessarily ideal.”  

“You can say that again,” you top of both of your glasses and clink them together, taking a heavy sip of your own. “I just realized, we haven’t talked this much since- since..” 

“Since- since we broke up,” Jaehyun finishes for you, brushing his hair back as his words slur. You just nod, averting your eyes at the mention. “I never apologized for that.” 

“For not talking?” 

“No, for the breakup. I was always too busy, and I didn’t know how to manage my time and I just shoved you to the side-” 

“Shut up, Jaehyun. You can’t cast all the blame on yourself, we both did things- said things we’re not that proud of.” 

“Can I tell you a secret?” You nod and he leans in, as if to whisper it into your ear. “I love you, Y/N.” And suddenly, the safe space of your couch and your wine glasses becomes surprisingly hostile as the red lights begin to flash. Jaehyun still loves you, and you’re oh so drink to say something reasonable.

“I love you too, Jae,” you confess out loud, your fast-beating heart skipping a beat as Jaehyun leans forward, an arm wrapping around your waist. “Jae-” 

“Just let me make up for lost time.” His lips connect to yours as he pulls you onto his lap, hands bunching up the material of your t-shirt as he plants his hands on your back. Your fingers thread through his hair as you pull him closer, moaning as he tugs on your bottom lip. “Can we- can we go to our room?” 

Our room. A room the two of you haven’t shared in months. A brief thought passes through your subconscious that you’re going to regret something in the morning, but still, you nod. 

***

You know what you’re going to regret as you wake up in your old shared bedroom, Jaehyun’s arms wrapped around your bare waist and a splitting headache thumping against your head. You can feel his shallow breaths, warm, against your shoulder as his head rests in the crook of your neck and his bare chest against your back. 

You slept with an ex. Not just any ex, Jung Jaehyun, the boy who you were sure you would love for your whole life and the boy who broke your heart and whose heart you broke yourself. 

How can you two even look at each other now, knowing that those old feelings are still there? How can you live under the same roof as Jaehyun knowing that he, too, wants to be more than exes, more than acquaintances, roommates, friends, again? 

You rest your hands on his and slowly undrape them from around you, slipping out of bed. He wrinkles his nose at the loss of warmth, bundling the blankets over his body in his sleep. 

[“Nooo,” Jaehyun whines as you try to slip out of bed. “Stay, call in sick or something.” 

“You big baby.” you chuckle, sitting up and throwing your legs over the side of the bed. Jaehyun comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you as you throw on a shirt. “It’s almost Christmas, and I’d like to prove to my manager that I should get a holiday bonus.” 

“Come on,” he moans again, pressing open kisses to the back of your neck. “Stay a bit late, I’ll make you breakfast? Give you a ride to work? Be your first customer?” 

You laugh, semi-dressed and roll back over on bed to straddle his lap, cupping his cheeks. “Get ready with me now, then, and you can get all of those things.” 

“Princess, it’s hard to cuddle someone when you’re driving.” 

“You wound me, Mr. Jung, am I only here for cuddles?” 

“Practically-oof.” You throw a pillow at him, laughing as he falls back. “Okay, now you’re going to get it.” ]

That’s how things used to be, you chastise yourself, grabbing your clothes and sneaking out to your bedroom to get dressed. 

Jaehyun, the note today reads. Hana needs help opening up today. I’ll see you later. Sausages and eggs in the fridge.

***

“NO,” Hana whisper-yells as you finish your story. “Damn, I knew you two would hook up again one day, but damn, that’s a lot to take in.” 

The overhead lights of the cafe make you wince and rub your temples, wondering when the painkillers you hurriedly took in the morning will kick in. “I shouldn’t have gotten drunk, I shouldn’t have let him get drunk, I shouldn’t have said I love you back-” 

“Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah,” Hana claps a hand over your mouth, disbelief etched in her eyes. “You and Jaehyun are literally the best couple, do you know how sad we all were when you broke up? You guys made each other so happy, and y’all have been miserable the past months, so what’s the hesitation now?” 

“If we could break each other’s hearts 6 months ago, what’s stopping us this time?” Hana opened her mouth, then closed it. “I- I’m trying to keep Jaehyun in my life, no matter how platonic that has to be. If we try again and we end up like this or worse? I don’t know-” 

The door opens with the ring of the bell and Jaehyun walks in, keeping his sunglasses on as he too avoids the gaze of the lights and sits at the counter. Your heart thuds as you grab a cup and the coffee pot. “Morning,” you try to greet, pouring his cup.  “You left again this morning,” he leaves no room for pleasantries, taking the glasses off. 

“I had to open the shop early, did you read my note?” 

“Stop giving me that shit, Y/N, we should have talked about last night,” 

“It was a mistake, I know Jaehyun, can we just move on?” 

“Mistake?” He winces as he looks you in the eye. “What the fuck, Y/N, it wasn’t a mistake to me, I-” 

“We were drunk and reminiscing, it shouldn’t have happened.” 

“No, I’m glad it did. You told me you loved me. I don’t know about you, but when I said it, I was telling the truth.” Your lips are pursed as you say nothing, and he scoffs, reaching for your wrist. “Come outside with me,” with no time to argue, he pulls you outside the shop. “What’s the problem? Are we just going back to you avoiding me again?” 

“No,” you shake your head, looking at your feet. “I’m gonna look for a place.”

“What?” Your response catches him off guard. “Why?” 

“Because- because I can’t live with you without wanting things to be more than what they are now. Without wanting them to be like they used to be.” 

“Then let them be like they used to be,” he pleads, taking your hand. “I love you, Y/N. Breaking up with you has been one of my biggest regrets, and if you want things to be like they used to be, let’s be together again.” 

“No, Jaehyun, it’s-” you try to calm your breathing, running your hands down the front of your apron. “Before we broke up, I was so in love and naive, I thought that we would be together forever, I trusted myself implicitly with your heart, and vice verse, but Jae- our breakup? It wasn’t good, it was messy and we both fucked up with each other, so knowing that we have the capability to break each other’s hearts? It makes me terrified of trying this again.” 

“You can’t know exactly what’s going to happen, Y/N,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes. “But you have to remember we’d be going into this knowing all the mistakes we made the last time. You can’t be sure with love, but all we can really do is try our best to make things work.” 

“I- oh god, what if it goes worse this time?” 

“It won’t. I know you, you won’t let it get that bad, and speaking for myself, I’ll do anything I can to avoid that.” His fingers lace through yours, squeezing your hand. “Be mine again. Stop leaving so early in the morning, come back to our room, just- stop trying to get away from me, because I’m not letting go.” 

Your silence seems disheartening, and he turns around to go back inside. But it isn’t until he grabs the door handle that he stumbles slightly, from the force of your hug as you wrap your arms around him from behind. “Okay,” your voice is shaky as you nod, head buried in his back. “Let’s try this again.” 

And he’s whirling around to pick you up in a bone crushing hug, tears building up in the corners of both of your eyes as he spins you around, setting you back down to kiss you. And the kiss, and his hands cupping your face and the way his lips are forming a smile against yours, it fills you with a sort of warmth, a sense of safety that you haven’t felt for 6 months. 

The way you feel toward Jung Jaehyun will never go away. He’ll always be yours, there will always be a space in your heart reserved for him no matter how complicated things are or the hard feelings you both share. 

Inside the store, Hana shoots you a wink, making a shooing motion to tell you to take the rest of the day off. Lacing your fingers through Jaehyun’s, you pull him down the street, just as you both used to do, running around Seoul together with the simple comfort of each other. 

[midnight-moonlight-and-mars]

Tricks on the Heart

This was requested a while ago… But i procrastinate too much… I had this drafted for about 4 months not touching it so here you go! Lemme know what ya think and please give it a reblog and a note cause no one talks to me and i have no life or friends😁!! ~~ ~~For two years now, Loki has been at your side through battle, as a friend, and his favorite partner in crime. You the most powerful sorceress he had ever seen. Almost as powerful as him, perhaps even more powerful than him. ~~ ~~But more recently, he wanted more than just friendship from a strong woman like you…~~ ~~You two had met when you were Dr. Strange’s apprentice and when he and Thor were searching for their father.~~ ~~It was for a brief moment but one he wouldn’t forget.~~  {Flashback} ~~Loki strolled the halls of Dr. Strange’s home looking for something to break or steal or just stick his nose in. Especially because he knew nothing about the man so of course he would try to find out his secrets.~~ ~~You were dressed in a red battle robe with your hair in perfect waves down your back, and your piercing (e/c) eyes pinned to a spell book studying, and studying hard.~~ ~~As Loki continued to stroll, he came upon candle light peering into the dark hallway. When he approached he noticed a woman sitting at a desk completely immersed in her work. ~~ ~~To him, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.~~ ~~“Hello?” you called with a smile noticing his slender yet muscular stature standing in your door way. ~~ ~~He was tall, dark, and handsome. You could definitely could see the mischeif and wonder in his eyes. Which just so happens to be your weakness…~~ ~~Snapping out of his trance, Loki’s heart fluttered to the sound of your voice. It was so gentle and soothing… and he had no idea how or why he would pay attention to something like that…~~ ~~“I’m just taking a look around I didn’t know there was anyone else here, especially none as beautiful as you.” Loki said trying to sound as flirtatious as possible.~~ ~~The beautiful woman chuckled at his sweet words, but really, she knew what the handsome trickster was really doing.~~ ~~“If you’re trying to find anything in particular you could ask me” the woman said with a voice like silk, sprinkled with taunting sarcasm. Her smirk said it all.~~ ~~Loki was taken back by her tone but also quite flattered that she cannot be as easily deceived. ~~ ~~Loki bowed his head slightly like a dog who got caught digging in the garbage but his smile never faltered.~~ ~~Neither did hers.~~ ~~“What is your name darling?” he asked as if it would answer the storm of wonder and curiosity she had caused. Or perhaps even make it worse.~~ ~~“Y/N Y/L/N. But please you can call me Y/N/N. Loki.” ~~ ~~The way she said his name. Loki could’ve sworn he was endlessly falling again. His throat twisted in a knot and dried up like a raisin. ~~ ~~“So-so you know who i am? Aren’t you afraid?” Loki managed to say, still trying to keep his composure. He was actually quite surprised Y/N didn’t quake in fear in his presence given she knew who he was.~~ ~~“Why would I be afraid? You aren’t going to hurt because you want something from me, and you don’t want to anger my master, and finally i could take you out in less than a second, god or not.”~~ ~~Her confidence was striking, yet her voice was monotone. It terrified and excited him at the same time. ~~ ~~“Well hopefully we will meet again to try and test your theory. Until then love I shall partake in a quest for my father’s whereabouts. We shall meet again soon love.”~~ ~~Though his chuckle and taunting sarcasm hid what he was actually feeling his words stirred the tension between them into somewhat of a longing. And the way he spoke, never losing their gaze with his piercing blue eyes… She did want to see him again, and as the same for him. ~~ ~~“Until then my lord.” Y/N said with slight bow of her head and the most devious smile.~~ ~~Loki couldn’t have fell more for her than he had already. Or at least so he thought. She knew what control she had over at the time, but soon the flirtatious remarks became more than just a joke, but what Loki actually felt for Y/N, and the same for her.~~ ~~Their reunion was in battle, but still meaningful and well appreciated. Ever since then they have stuck together like glue. Even Thor saw the chemistry between them, or at least the way Loki stared at Y/N when she wasn’t looking and or EVERYTHING she did EVER.~~ ~~But he never said a word, always so reserved no matter how close they got just in case she leaves or hurts him…~~ ~~Until….~~ ~~Part 2?? Lemme know!! Sorry if the formatting is weird its just my phone is an ass and i dont have a computer to type on so i put weird symbols to show a break so bear with me here. Idk if its weird on your but it looks weird on mine.~~ ~~Thanks for reading~~ ~~-K💘~~

[guac-da-human5]

Thinking about a movie thing where this girl finds a girlfriend that’s like kind of immortal and they’re happy for a few centuries (immortal girlfriend passes on a bit of magic to her). But then something happens, and immortal gf has to leave/sacrifice herself to save girl and so she resides forever in this like otherworld.

Girl is left immortal until she finds another lover, but she’s so desperate to find immortal gf she doesn’t give up for centuries. Eventually she does give up and lives miserably in an apartment with a new life as an, i dont know, realtor. But she bumps into this guy one day and they become friends and she finds herself falling in love but she’s scared because of the guilt she carries from immortal gf.

She partially confides in the guy, and to her surprise, he feels the same. His mother passed away a few years ago and he had never been able to scrub off the guilt of it. He then very carefully sprinkles in the idea of magic to travel to this world so he can meet his mother again, and the girl is like, “wow that sounds great” thinking about immortal gf and her baggage so she’s a bit aloof throughout all this.

After like a few months pass, they still aren’t really dating, their relationship is pretty ambiguous because they’re both still dealing with their shit. The guy takes it upon himself to travel to this otherworld a friend told him about to see his mother again so they can finally move on in their relationship, because the guy thinks it is his fault they are static as of right now.

So he travels to the otherworld (he lets the girl know and she’s like okay, she either thinks he’s going to take drugs??? Or he’s actually going to do magic and she wishes him luck with maybe a charm).

Bam he’s in the otherworld, he meets his guide and friend for the rest of the way and is warned about the big scary monster/deity that resides here to protect everything. Guy is freaked out a little because he thought it was just going to be an easy get-in-see-mamá-then-get-out kind of thing. They go on an adventure of course (yall can add details to this mess if you want) and they reach some kind of climax where they run into the big scary gender-ambiguous deity.

They go “oh shit” but yay character development the guy bravens up and is like “i know you’re like a god so please dont hurt us we all know you’re a bug softie uwu” but it doesnt work out the first few minutes and they play hide and go seek for a bit before he drops his charm. By now his character goal has gone wonked a bit so he actually is a bit resolved already, he doesnt really need to see his mother. He yeets over to save the charm the girl gave him even thought gnf deity is right there ready to s n a t c h him. The deity snatches him anyway lol and inspect him. I dont know, she has some kind of purpose she needs to serve like taking souls or whatever but something else less cliché.

The deity then sees his charm and instantly recognizes it. Deity snatches the charm and drops the guy (from like 10 feet high big oofa). The charm turns out to be a fragment of the deity’s necklace?? thing that is really long and big so it covers their entire chest (binder??). Deity goes through a whole ass thing, which for us watchers we see a big flashback of someone’s life—sURPRISE SURPRISE IT’S THE GIRL’S LIFE.

The deity is the long lost immortal gf and before she had to live in the otherworld forever, she gave a charm to the girl so if they ever meet again (which she thought would most likely be in the otherworld) the immortal gf could see the girl’s life and see whoever the girl loved after her. The deity ceases its monsterly behavior and transforms into a being recognizable to the guy (because he’s human and they’re another species duh). They (yeah their pronouns are they/them now) talk a bit about the girl and kind of cries a bit thinking about her. They turn to the guy and they ask if he is her lover now. The guy is a little hesitant, but shyly says yes. The deity thanks him for taking care of the girl and returns the charm to him. They say to capture more memories so when they come to the otherworld, they can all look over it happily. The guy is a little freaked out because he didnt know that the gf the girl was talking about was an immortal god but agrees to the idea anyways (he takes it pretty well lol).

He does finally meet his mother and they talk and have their moment of “it’s not your fault, mijo, i died because people are stupid. It was years ago, please move on. Te quiero con todo mi corazón.” (Major feels, his character is now completely finished). But all that’s left is now the girl.

The guy says bye to his friend, mamá, and the immortal gf, and goes back to his world. He gets back to wherever he first went into the portal from, maybe one of his bros’ home. He says later and runs back home, but stops right in front of his door (idk if i said this before but even though their relationship is uncertain they did move with each other, idk what the reason might be whatever you think makes sense). He wants to just stop and take everything in, before entering his home. The girl isnt home yet so there’s a bit of pause in the movie so the audience can have this cooling down.

It’s late, the environment is dimmed, not dark enough for the lights to be on yet. The girl finally comes back home and she’s like, “oh hey you’re home! Welcome back, how was it?” but she says all this very gently and warmly it just makes you feel so fuzzy. She sits where he sits on the floor (idk country they are in but in my mind they’re sitting because i grew up in an asian household). They talk about the guy’s adventure and how he saw his mamá and all that. But then he pauses and very carefully tries to tell the girl about her immortal gf.

Here’s a line that really got to me when I was first thinking about this whole thing:

“I also saw her.” His head is down but his eyes look up to the girl, carefully studying her reaction. Her face falls flat and she stares past him, to the point of zoning out.

“She remembers you. And she still loves you.”

She hears this and tears instantly form in her eyes. He rushes around the table and lets her collapse in his arms as she starts sobbing, using his rounded body to give her as much comfort as he can in this moment. They hold each other tight as he begins to cry too. He doesn’t know why, maybe he really is a big empath. But he remembers the words of his mamá and understands. He whispers them to her.

“Thank you,” she chokes out.

AND THAT IS IT. THAT’S IT. THE CREDITS ROLL AND THERE’S PHOTOS OF THE TWO AND THE LIFE THEY LIVE.

THEY HAVE DOGS. THEY HAVE KITTIES. THEY GET A BIRD BECAUSE WHY NOT. NO KIDS THO NO MORE OF THAT TROPE.

And then after credits, it shows the otherworld, and immortal gf becomes friends with that friend the guy meets when he first came into the otherworld. Their boss or whatever (again idk how this world works) is like, “yo there’s two people that want to see you or whatever.” And immortal gf smiles.

And that’s it. Thanks for reading this -3-

[hogwarts-houses-as]

First Mission

Hello! I love your blog and I love my house (Ravenclaw). So, I would like to submit this one shot I did. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 2811

Author: notyourregularfangirl

Requested by: @fioretz

Rating: K

Summary: Spider-Man goes on his first mission with the Avengers, but not everything goes as planned, bringing out an unusual facet of Iron Man

Warnings: Angst

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the the Marvel characters or plot lines. Neither do I own David Bowie’s song.

Amy’s notes: I put in a ‘read more’ so that this doesn’t take up too much space on people’s dashes, but idk if it’ll work. Anyway, this is some good writing! I’ll give you 25 points for it, tying Ravenclaw with Hufflepuff for first with 272 points.

At first, they thought it had only been some remnant of the Chitauri technology that had been left behind after the battle, yielded unknowingly by some unaware citizen. The Avengers were wrong. However, only partly. It was the artifacts they had feared, but no any citizen had used it. It was one of Vulture’s followers that, apparently, possessed an enemy in one of the apartments of the building and wished revenge, so he attacked the poor man inside his home.

The job of the vindictive young man had only started a small amount of time before Vulture was captured, as so, his knowledge on said technology was limited and he didn’t only miss his target, but he also destabilized the whole apartment complex. After his attempted escape, the building started falling. The Avengers arrived, just in time to save most of the inhabitants before the building collapsed completely and to give Vision enough time to chase down and catch the perpetrator.

“The rubble is too unstable now, moving one piece might crash the people left inside, and the crevices are too small for any of us to fit in.” Iron Man announced, using the thermal camera in his suit to analyze the location of the trapped. Two people. One child.  

Scarlet Witch and Black Widow had been sent abroad for a special mission, obviously, leaving only the males of the Avengers group. Thor, Captain America, Hulk and Hawkeye looked around. Up above, in one of the neighboring constructions, something caught Cap’s eye.

He turned to Tony, “I think there is someone that will definitely fit.”

At first, Iron Man thought Steve was looking at the Hulk, and was about to go along in the joke when he noticed the red spot.

“No way, Cap.”

Thor was as confused as when they told him there was a thing other than magic that could make two people swap faces in a phone. Hulk was faster to catch on.

“Stupid Iron Head will let kid do the job.” The green humanoid ordered.

“Language.” Iron Man said out of reflex. With his head down, he contemplated his options.

One of the rocks slid and there was a loud rumble. “Hardly the time for that, Stark.” Hawkeye signaled.

The panic was evident in Captain America’s voice, “You know he’s ready and we have to be quick.”

Iron Man sighed and shook his head. Yes, he had been personally training the Queens’ teen for a while now; and yes, protecting the little people had made him humbler and even stronger than he had once been, but, he was still too young for these sort of missions, especially after the whole Vulture fiasco. He had faith in the kid, but he wouldn’t be able to have something happen to him. Nevertheless, there were civilians in danger and their main duty was with them. “Fine.” with a sigh, he called Peter’s suit. “Come on down, kid, quick.” There was a sound that resembled a squeal of unmasked joy and the red and blue clad teen was right next to him in a matter of seconds.

“Spider-Man reporting for service,” Iron Man rolled his eyes and explained the situation quickly to the boy. After a firm nod of the head Peter tentatively examined the hollow spaces and chose the most suitable one to go into. The space was very small and he wasn’t a very big fan of the complete darkness that engulfed him suddenly. So, he used his new suit’s advanced and enhanced features to make it less dark and localize the people. There was a young girl first, about six years old.

“Hello?” Peter called out. There were two answers. One was the sobs of the little girl that were interrupted with a hiccupped, weak ‘help me’. The other one was a man, somewhere from 10 to 15 feet away farther than the child:

“Please, get her out of here. Save her, just save her.” The man’s rough voice begged.

He must be his daughter, the hero thought to himself.

The girl’s crying got louder. “No, no! Save my daddy, too!” She cried and mumbled uncomprehendingly until she gasped for air and spoke in a tone barely above a whisper, “I need him.”

Peter Parker’s heart plummeted to his stomach. He knew the feeling of needing a parent, of being helpless, and worst of all: of losing a parent. He was not going to let that little girl go through what he experienced.

“Don’t worry,” He said as calmly as he could, “I am going to get both of you out of here.”

There was another crackling on the debris above him and a few pebbles and dust sprinkled down. The sound made the girl cry louder.

“We’re going to die! I don’t want to die!”

Peter analyzed his surroundings. Some rocks were so close to falling that the girl’s weeping could topple the whole thing over. “No, no. You’re going to be fine. I promise.” That didn’t calm her down. “However, if I want to save you, we need to be calm and not cry so we don’t make the rocks angry.”

At this point, the girl continued crying, but more softly and quietly and her dad decided to step in, “We wouldn’t want to make the rocks angry, now, would we, Bowie?”

She sniffed. “No.”

“You like rocks, Bowie?”

“A lot, I have a huge collection back at home.” As soon as the words left her mouth Spiderman flinched. “I had a huge collection.” And the bawling continued, only louder.  

Peter was in trouble. “Uh-uh-Your name’s Bowie. Like David Bowie?”

Bowie nodded and once she realized the man couldn’t possibly see her, she said yes.

“I love his songs.” Peter smiled because he was saying the truth, and he got some flashbacks to when he and Ned started humming Under Pressure right before a Physics’ final and the whole class joined in to the point where even the teacher crooned the tone herself, after administering everyone detention, of course. “How about we sing one now?”

The girl sniffed, “The Man Who Sold the World is my favorite.”

“Well, that is just perfect because that is also my favorite song of his.” Peter smiled despite himself. “How about we sing the song together and I promise you that by the time we finish the song you and your father will be out of here, together.”

“You pinky promise?”

Peter Parker felt unease: The structure was getting weaker by the second, there were more people to take into account, and the song was almost four minutes long. Peter Parker was scared.

Spider-man, on the other hand, was so confident. Probably a lot more than he should have been. He was going to jam to this song as he saved people, just like in the movies. He was going to save the two people that were trapped. He was not going to be scared as the darkness enveloped him and when there were sharp edges of objects sticking out at him from every direction, and when the lives of five people, total strangers, were literally hanging on his hands. Spider-man knew no fear because…simply because he was Spider-man.

He finally made it to the small hollow where the girl was perched hugging her legs and rocking herself in the tiny amount of space there was to spare.

He took her in his arms and, with the sincerely least scared face he could muster, he asked her to start singing the song.

Bowie sang shakily at first, evidence of her still not completely tearless state,

“We passed upon the stair  we spoke of was and when  Although I wasn’t there He said I was his friend”

The girl sang just like Peter imagined angels would. Contrary to her petite, babyish body, her voice was huge, soft and sweet, but demanding and resounding. Even if he was buried in yards of dirt, an ethereal feeling confined him, along with the renewed need to save that little person, because, holy crap, did the world need to listen to her voice.

“Which came as some surprise  I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone a long long time ago”, Spider-man sang back, “The next part together.”

“Oh no, not me” Just another left turn and he would be back outside.   “I never lost control  you’re face to face With the man who sold the world”

Bowie finally stopped sniffing and lightly whimpering, changing her expression to a more tranquil one. With her eyes closed and even breathing, she relaxed into her savior’s chest and prayed and prayed that very soon her father would hold her like this, like he always did.

“I laughed and shook his hand  and made my way back home I searched for form and land for years and years I roamed” Finally, Spider-man laid Bowie onto Captain America’s arms.

               Spider-man booped her nose, “Keep on singing, kiddo. Your dad is next,” She scrunched her nose and nodded.

“I gazed a gazeless stare at all the millions here I must have died alone A long, long time ago”

               He advanced faster now because of having memorized the way already. As he got to Bowie’s dad, he heard her starting the second-to-last chorus.

               “Is Bowie okay?” The man asked as soon as Spider-man came into his field of view.

               “She is safe and sound outside with my colleagues, sir.”

               “Thank you, thank you so much.”

               “You are very welcome. Now, if you would kindly jump on my arms since I promised your daughter I would get you back safely before the song ended, and I am not about to break a promise to someone with such an amazing taste in music despite her young age.”

               The father did as told, although tentatively due to his insecurity about having the lanky hero carry his quite bigger, heavier frame through such a tight tunnel. His worries were put to bed as he laid on his arms, since the teenager was way sturdier than he seemed.

               It wasn’t as easy carrying a man that was probably twice his age as it was to carry someone that was ten years younger than him, but he prevailed and advanced at an even pace. Almost synchronized with the tune.

               “Who knows? Not me We never lost control”

               “She does, doesn’t she? She got that from her mother. As well as her voice.” He sighed, probably reminiscing about old times.

               “So her mother got out of the building before it fell?”

               The man looked down at his hands, “Yes, long before. She died three years ago.”

               “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

               “Don’t worry, kid. You couldn’t have known.”

               “Well, then, I believe you’ve done a great job raising Bowie. She seems like a very sweet child.”

               He smiled sweetly, “That she is. Sometimes I believe she can be too sweet for her own good,” He shook his head even though he smiled. “This is a cruel word, even more for the kind, innocent people. But God knows I love her more than all that there is in this world. And I have to protect her from all that.”

               Peter said nothing and showed no sign of answering.

               “I’m sorry, I’m venting. You must know what it’s like, loving someone, having children.”

               Peter laughed. “Oh no, I don’t have children. I’m barely 16, but I do know what it’s like to love someone,” He sighed and felt an awful knot lodging itself in his throat. “And I’m also familiar with loss.”

“You’re face to face With the man who sold the world”

               “May I ask why?”

               “My parents died when I was younger than Bowie even.”

               “I’m very sorry.” The light at the end of the tunnel was already visible and Bowie’s voice could be heard again.

                              “Who knows? Not me”

               “No need to. My aunt and uncle took me in and they love me very dearly.” Peter winced as he remembered he couldn’t say that truthfully anymore. He only had his aunt now.

                              “We never lost control”

               Above them, there was a falling pebble. Of course, they didn’t notice that.

                              “You’re face to face”

               “I’m glad you had that support.” He cleaned his nose of some dirt that had dusted down. “You know, we’ve been through all this and I don’t even know your name.”

               Peter smiled, “I’m Spider-man, sir.” He started walking with his back to the exit.

               “Thank you very much, Spider-man.” He patted the boy’s shoulder and Spider-man had few times felt as proud as he did in that moment.

               They both saw the huge grin on Bowie’s face as they almost stepped out of the crevice.

The child finished singing, “With the man who sold the world”

               And then the whole thing came down.

               It must have been days since he started crying. It sure felt like it, even if it had only been a few hours. His lungs felt as if they had been filled with rocks. Rocks the size of fists with jagged ends for fingers. Just like the ones that were left sticking out of the passage. That wretched passage. His fingers trembled, probably exhausted from all the wiping of his nose and tears.

               The images kept repeating themselves in his mind’s eye.

               He hated himself for it. He had been the one closer to the exit. He shouldn’t have been. He should have put the man down on the ground safely before himself. He should have reacted quicker. He shouldn’t have let him go, even if it was an involuntary reaction.

               He would never be able to forget Bowie’s screams. They would hunt him forever.

               “You promised, you liar! You said you’d save both of us!”

               She was right. He was liar, but above all, a murderer.

               There was someone at the door knocking, but he didn’t look up. The memories were so much louder than any knock would ever be. The guilt even more as it screamed inside every part of him in little Bowie’s voice.

               “I brought you some hot chocolate.” It was Mr. Stark, but Peter wasn’t in the mood to please anyone. He wasn’t in the mood for anything. “I know it’s the middle of summer, but Cap said it was a comforting beverage and he insisted so much I just did it to shut him up.”

               The teen did not respond.

               “Can I sit?” It was stupid of him to ask. They were in the Avengers’ headquarters, in a room they set aside for him whenever he went to train and it was too late for him to go back, so he practically and literally owned the place.

               Nothing.  So the millionaire sat.

               “It was a good mission.”

               “How can you say that?” Peter shrieked at him. “He died! A man died because of me. I killed him!”

               “You did not kill him,” Tony set the mug on the floor.

               “Of course I did. I let him go, I was about to go out first.”

               “With him on your arms.” Iron Man interrupted.

               “It would have been better if I hadn’t carried him at all.” Peter looked down at his lap again.

               “He could have been injured when the structure collapsed, you did what was right.”

               “If I had done what was right my suit wouldn’t be stained with an innocent man’s blood and that girl would not be an orphan.”

               Tony arranged himself so he could be looking directly at Peter. “Hey, look at me.” Peter raised his head slowly. “You did what you thought would solve the problem. You used logic and you calmed both of them. Yes, you were about to get him out, but sometimes that’s just how things work. There was a reason bigger than all of us for that man dying and you and the girl being the ones that survived. Maybe because you’re young with a life ahead. We will never know. But this was your first mission, Parker. You assessed the situation and saved a life today.”

               The Spider-Man in him made him stop crying so he could listen to his mentor. “I didn’t fulfill the mission.”

               “The way I see it, you did save both of them. You fulfilled the mission. It’s just God, or destiny or whatever you want to call it that got in the way of a happy ending. It happens to the best of us, believe me.” Tony’s face contorted to a pained expression during his last sentence.

               “Thank you, Mr. Stark,” He grabbed the mug from the floor. “But I would like to be alone for another moment.”

               “Sure thing, kid.” The older man made his way back to the door. Peter took a sip of the hot beverage, along with a few tears that ran down his cheeks. “And remember, I’m proud of you. If that means anything.”

               It meant a lot.

[krakenator]

Chapter 17 aka “Dune”

SPOILERS are sprinkled around extremely liberally for The Property of Hate

Masterpost here

RGB: oh fuck

That’s… that’s actually really neat. We get confirmation soon that everything in this world has color as blood, not just RGB. So, you can actually see it in this tree stump- idk if that’s how sap actually works but it’s a cool as hell visual

That’s a neat way to highlight how FUCKING UNNERVED AND AFRAID RGB IS SEEING THIS BULLSHIT

Oh fuck. Oh that is really not good. Oh no. oh god it’s a domino effect. No trees means nothing is holding up the sea which means the darkness can’t do anything on its own. This is gonna ripple back to the market isn’t it. Oh god

With the sea collapsing like this, Click may get released from his watery grave quicker than imagined…

YIKES

Ok, at least it stopped and stabilized. For now. buuuut that particular exit is completely unusable now

HEY WAIT A MINUTE *rewinds a few pages* YEAH REMEMBER THAT HUGE SCHISM CRACK FROM REALIZING RGB’S MURDERED MANY HEROES AND BEING TOLD TO SHOOT HIM? Yeah that shits GONE now

How the fuck? That hasn’t happened before. Hero’s had to sleep to heal her schism in the past.

AND ITS COMING BACK? One page after they’re out of the darkness and that schism is starting to think about making a reappearance. WHY THO

CONSIDER THIS: darkness ALSO has healing properties? Whereas total Light will burn, scorch, and white you out from existence, total Dark will hide, conceal, and heal you.

Then again, Hero’s schism didn’t heal on her first journey through darkness to get to the Market

So... more likely it was something to do with their bonding in the last chapter, or- or even though the Nightmare gave her a bad scare, it is still technically a DREAM, and dreams whether they are nice or scary will still heal you up a bit? Interesting if true. Alternatively, the sheer proximity to that literal blockade of dreams was just so, many and potent that Hero didnt even need to be asleep for them to work a little magic on her

I still think I’m onto something about Darkness also having healing effects, however! Consider the evidence:

RGB was fucking WRECKED right before Negative come out to play way back in chapter 6. Just utterly destroyed. He was COVERED IN BURNS from being PUNCHED ACROSS A FIELD and then his circuits got ELECTROCUTED. But Negative doesn’t have any of those injuries, and neither does RGB once Negative has finished his job. Negative, confirmed to be Made of Darkness, heals RGB from whatever dumb-fuck nonsense he’s gotten into to make Negative have to step in

EVIDENCE #2: that black residue Hero leaves from being impaled on the sick tree. Just because RGB believes nothing they did contributed to the tree’s revival doesn’t mean that’s entirely true. If Hero somehow left behind a lil bit o’ Darkness in the tree, then maybe it might have thawed a little/slower on its own even without the Butterfly also melting away the [—–]

One last, slightly off-topic thing before we get back to continuing the actual chapter, people produce soft lights and flowers when they sleep, right? and those flowers fade away once they wake up. RGB’s never done that, but Negative spawns blue roses that break apart when he’s done his business. My point being... RGB doesn’t dream. If he only ever actually asleep when Negative is awake?

RGB’s overabundance of color comes into play once again

“this sand is stained by the blood of dead trees” wow I did not remember this section of comic being as metal as it is

Wait the fuck a minute. Hold on. Hold- hold on

RGB IS A FUCKING COLOR BLEED PUN

RGB’s explanation is great for why this place is littered with husks of vehicles, but let’s think about what else probably ends up here, all those objects of sentimental affection and names- laptops, favorite pens. stuffed animals! The Sands are like a junk yard. and things occasionally get washed into the Sea, or the Sea washes them up here... just a cool cycle overall

SPECTACULAR TEAMWORK LOVELIES KEEP IT UP

back on the schism- its definitely much better than when they left the Market, but worse for having exited the Darkness. its more of an impression of a dip that a gaping wound right now

OH. So, yeah the sun piece will probably run into its brother whilst in the ocean, but RGB’s right- it probably went there in order to be hidden over other reasons

BUSTED

RGB: you did WHAT? You SOLD your FINGERS? Without TELLING ME? What made you think you could go and do that, I would’ve handled it!!

Hero, remembering that time she saw RGB rip his whole hand off and give it to an owl he met 2 seconds ago: I mean…

Yo can we… talk about RGB’s entire train of thought (LMAO) here? That he’s upset about Hero trading away parts of herself but doesn’t really give a fig about doing the same to himself? He’ll sell off buttons or an entire hand, but Hero gives away two fingers for a friend and he’s upset that she didn’t let him know, because he’d have handled it? On one hand it’s very “adults being horrified at children having to take on responsibilities and experiences they shouldn’t have to” which I am always about, yet on the other hand I’m getting a “RGB really doesn’t value himself much at all does he” vibe and yikes my heart

Like, between the self-worth issues touched on here and “maintain illusion of control and confidence by saying big words smartly”- same fucking hat. RGB needs to stop being relatable

“saying HUGE words, just INCOMPREHENSIBLE LETTERS when angry” is also. Yup. That’s uh. That’s me. goddammit

...... for me, this is what i would personally call the Nightmare Scenario

YOWCH that looks like it hurt. At least the good news is RGB will be able to recolor himself over a bit of time. Not sure if he’s also able to regenerate indelible lineart, so… better just not have to find out

also; that’s literally a train of thought. Why’s it colored like Negative, though? Is this a train made of Darkness?

YUP it’s a Darkness-cloaked train- how fucking weird must this look on Hate’s side?

Fdhafjk I forgot, they have NO IDEA what happened to Click. Amazing

what.... in the fresh hell is going on in this panel

BUT, super interesting implication that Hate can’t LEAVE this place, and that without Dial to get audio, or him/the Butterfly to go out and interact with things, Hate is very hands-off

but honestly wtf is the slanted speechbox? “this side of the script”??? i love it but what does this mean

RGB points out that charging through the sands like this should be destroying it, yet it remains perfectly intact throughout all of this, even when BURROWING INTO THE LITERAL ERASING SANDS. Interesting implication that Darkness can’t be erased. Interesting implication that Negative would be entirely unaffected by sand as well

IS DIAL EATING POPCORN? HOW

Who wants to bet this is gonna be an inkwell

AND DIAL IS LET OUT OF HIS CAGE!

Who the fuck would be the third party that’s sent this hell-train out to scoop up and deliver our heroes to them? 

The idea that the kidnapper has at least once before been a kidnapee is just so funny to me. HOW DOES IT FEEL RGB??

(war flashbacks to THIS MORNING when RGB: broke into song, rocketed himself across the market via explosion and a slingshot, and wouldn’t stop making puns the entire time) my man is a ball of stress but damn if he isn’t able to react in the moment

The good news is RGB’s color regen process is pretty slick- his back’s already back to normal

Your humansona’s a real Jackie Chan madman isn’t he RGB. a real Tom Cruise motherfucker. Some Buster Keaton level shit.

I SHOULD SINCERELY HOPE SO, you’re wearing like TWO lucky objects on your person currently. If that can’t give you even a smidgen of stat-boosting...

now CHECK THIS OUT: it seems like RGB starts running into weirdness BEFORE he charges directly into the dream-infested car. A film-reel overlay effect, and lookit his hat-  negative stripes of shadow

Chiaroscuro: “the effect of contrasted light and shadow” created by light shining in weird ways and directions. interesting chapter title to use, uncle mod, on a chapter which has got the pure whites of the erased desert/Hate’s realm directly contrasted with tree stumps and this weird, darkness train

Don’t you hate it when you run directly into a gas cloud of dreams

So we got a jewel (a box?), white and black hands, the iron again, a teardrop shape, what might be RGB’s Mystery Button, all with film reels

And speaking of that iron, we also get the fiery sharp shapes again… which morph into S’s. it’s a sound. a SSSSSSSSSSS

I just had to go look up what an iron actually sounds like and… yeah. It makes an SSSS sound

Human RGB is… unfairly handsome. Of course he is. AND I SEE THAT TV IN ON THE LEFT MOD

Hey wait a minute

That’s not my bastard man

NOBODY in this comic has spoken in ANYTHING other than black or white colored text. and now here is this ancient MEMORY MAN speaking in ORANGE?

well actually the ‘co-worker’ is speaking in like really dark maroon? BUT STILL

“we split” has returned, 15 chapters later

The duality of these two title pages is really something- past and present getting whacked awake, the similar position present RGB has fallen to mirror past-human-guy, going from the Light of the memory to the Darkness of the train

ACTUALLY, RGB didn’t even LAND like that. he fall on the floor like THIS. he’s SHIFTED to reflect the decayed, old, deteriotated and fragile memory currently playing out in his head

AND CHECK OUT THOSE NEGATIVE-STRIPE GLITCHES! WOWIE! Lots and lots of foreshadowing to the upcoming Neggy appearance coming very soon to a screen near you!

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Don’t Make Empty Promises:  Part 5 (Finale)

Pairing:  Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings:  Mild smut, swearing

Key:  (Y/F/N) is your full name, (Y/B/F/N) is your best friend’s name, and as always, (Y/N) is your name.  Also, thoughts and flashbacks are in italics.

Author’s note:  THE BEGINNING IS SO SCANDY IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT I’M NOT USED TO WRITING THAT but anyway, I’m really happy with how this turned out.  It’s the longest fic I’ve ever posted (over 7k words) because I had a lot to put in and I really wanted this to be the last part, but I think it went well.  And also there’s probably still typos even after reading over it 3 times, so excuse those if you find any lol. I also sprinkled in some flash backs, so there’s a lot of cuts and time jumps, but hopefully it isn’t too hard to follow.  I really love this series, and I’m proud of it, and I’m glad you guys all enjoyed it so far.  So, with DMEP coming to a close, enjoy the finale 😊

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(Part 2)

(Part 3)

(Part 4)

Don’t Make Empty Promises:  Part 5 (Finale)

“It’s so good to see you,” Bruce mumbled, coming up behind you.  He rested his head on your shoulder as his hand slid up your thigh, pulling the skirt of your dress up.  You smirked, turning your head to the side to see his face.

“Hey babe, how was work?” You asked innocently, bringing one hand up to his face to pull him in for a kiss.  As his lips hungrily met yours, his other hand moved around your torso to press you up against him.  

“Good,” he responded simply in between kisses.  He moved to trail kisses down your neck, tugging at your underwear as he continued to speak.  “I missed you.”  His roaming hand found its way between your thighs.  You let your head fall back, a moan escaping your mouth as a pleasured smile grew on your lips.

“I missed you too.”  You pulled away so you could turn around to face Bruce, wanting more of him.

However, you were greeted with nothing.  “Bruce?” You called out, confused.  No response.  “Bruce? Where are you?”

“Brucie is going to be unavailable for a long time, dearie,” a familiar voice called out.  Seemingly on cue, the Joker sauntered out of the shadows, laughing in response to the shock and fear on your face.  Adrenaline was coursing through your body as you began to shake.

“What the hell did you do with him?”  You asked, backing away as he tried to come closer to you.

“Shh, don’t worry, you don’t need him.  I’d be happy to take his place for you,” he said as he reached for the hem of your dress.  You took another couple of steps away, not wanting anything to do with him.  Even the idea of doing anything with the Joker made your stomach turn.  You shook your head, looking around you for something to defend yourself with.  His sickening smile quickly faded as a knife slid out from his sleeve and into his hand.  “Oh come on now, it won’t be that bad! Harley won’t mind one bit,” he snickered, picking up his pace to try to corner you.

“No… no, no, no,” you mumbled, still desperately trying to find anything you could use as a weapon. The Joker gritted his teeth, making his smile grow.  The sick bastard was enjoying this.

“Well…  I guess you’ll have to join him!” He lunged toward you with the knife, and all you could do in that moment was scream.

Scream, and wake up in a cold sweat.

Wake up in a cold sweat from another nightmare. The exact same nightmare you’d had every night for almost two weeks now.

You just laid there in your cold, half empty bed.  The night after Bruce left, he still hadn’t returned.  The week after he left, he still hadn’t returned.   You tried to tell yourself that this would just be another one of his longer missions, however, as the second week came and went, and the third week was coming to a close, you became increasingly worried.  Despite all the personal missions he’d been on and all the business trips he’d taken, he was never gone for more than two weeks.  A full month of his absence was coming to a close, and here you were, laying in bed, consumed with worry.  You turned over to look at your clock.  4:17 AM.  You sighed in annoyance at the ungodly hour and decided to get up, groggily shuffling out of your bedroom in search for some sort of sleep remedy.  

You walked into the dark kitchen to rummage through the fridge and cupboards in search for a snack.  Despite your thorough search, nothing seemed worth your while, so you just settled on making a cup of tea and snacking on some chips.  

Sitting outside on the small balcony connected to your bedroom, you draped a blanket over your legs as you sipped your warm beverage.  Your mind had been focused on Bruce for so long that you had honestly forgotten about everything else.  You hadn’t taken even a moment for yourself in the past two weeks, only focused on finding Bruce.  Alfred had always seemed reluctant to help you, though, assuring you that it would be alright and telling you to just give it time.  Something didn’t feel right, and it seemed like he just wouldn’t listen.  Sitting outside in the chill of the night, however, you let go for just a moment.  You decided that for once, at four in the morning, you could allow yourself to be peaceful.  You could allow yourself to forget.  

To be completely honest, it felt nice.  The few moments in which you had a still mind felt like a glass of water after a day of wandering in the desert- it was refreshing, and definitely necessary. You wondered how you had gone so long without giving yourself a break- but all too quickly, you knew exactly why, and your mind was back to resting on Bruce.

It wasn’t even just the fact that he was gone, but that he was gone, and he hadn’t contacted anyone.  At all. You didn’t know where he was, nor what he had been doing; you didn’t even know for sure if he was alive. So many scenarios were playing through your head that you had lost track of time.  The sky started to glow as the sun approached the horizon, and your cup of tea was finished.  You sat outside for a few moments longer, scanning the city for any sign of your beloved Batman, before heading back inside and down to the kitchen.  It was just past 6, and Alfred would be downstairs soon.  Bruce had asked Al to stay with you in the mansion and take care of you while he was gone, and without any complaint, Al agreed.  You didn’t mind it.  At least you weren’t alone, and Alfred’s company was always so welcoming and warm for you.

You took your time cleaning up and putting away your teacup as Alfred came in.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” he greeted you in a gentle, but somewhat confused tone.

“Good morning, Alfred,” you responded softly.

“You sure are awake early.” He began gathering various supplies to make breakfast. “Is everything alright, or are you still concerned about Bruce?”  You sighed.

“Take a guess.”

“He’s going to be alright-“

“How do you know?  He hasn’t been in contact with anyone.”

“I know, but he knows what he’s doing.”  You sighed in defeat.  You wanted to believe that, you really did, but as each day passed, you believed it less and less.  Alfred wouldn’t admit it, but he was starting to have his doubts too.  “Just give it time.”

“I’ve been giving it nothing but time, Al.  I’m sick of it.  You have to get to Bruce somehow.”

“I can’t-“

“I know you can.”

“You don’t understand the consequences that could have, (Y/N).” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “I don’t know what the plan is. If I try to contact Bruce now, it could put him in danger.”

“But… but he’s probably already in danger.”

“It could put him into even more danger.”  He sighed. “The point is, we don’t know.”  He paused, waiting for a response.  You stayed silent in defeat.  “He knows he’s been gone for a long time.  He will reach out as soon as he can, you know that.” You nodded.

“I just wish he would say something.  Anything.” Tears started to well in your eyes, and Alfred wrapped you in his warm fatherly embrace to console you.

“I do too.”

After another one of your many frustrated cry sessions, you and Alfred went on to have a pretty okay morning.  Breakfast was wonderful, as always, and the two of you had a nice chat about whatever was on your minds (other than Bruce, of course).  You made plans to visit the book store later that day, since you wanted to add a couple books to the Wayne Manor library.  You showered and got ready for the day while Alfred took care of a little bit of routine cleaning before you were downstairs and ready to head out.

“Alright, Al.  Ready to go?” You asked loud enough so that Al could hear it from wherever he was in the house.  You turned around when you heard his footsteps approaching you, and saw him walking down the stairway toward the main door, staring at his phone.  You waited for a response, but he gave none.  On top of that, his face seemed completely blank, and you had no idea what he was feeling nor what he was looking at.  “Al?”  He stopped halfway down the stairs, scrolling through something on his phone. “Alfred?”  

“… I… I am so terribly sorry, but… but I need to cancel.”

“What do you mean?”

“… You’ll have to go alone.”

“Alfred, what happened?”

“I’m so sorry.” He finally looked up at you as he spoke.  He turned off his phone and stuck it in his pocket, rushing down the stairs.  “I have to go.”

“Alfred!  What happened?”

“I can’t…”

“Please,” you pleaded, grabbing his arm.  “What happened?”  He swallowed hard.

“I can’t tell you… please, (Y/N).”  You could tell he was in a rush, and he kept glancing in the direction of the hidden door that led to the batcave.  Your eyes widened in realization as you let go of his arm.

“Is… is it… Bruce?”  He began to walk away from you.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can-”

“Alfred-“

“and I’ll keep in touch as often as I can-“

“Al-“

“I promise.”  He finished as he opened the door.  Tears began to build up in your eyes.

“Is he okay?”

“Be safe, (Y/N).  Goodbye.” And with that, he disappeared.

You were completely alone, in a silent house, as the tears began to stream down your face.  Something was wrong with Bruce, and now you had absolutely no way of knowing what was happening.  Feeling completely helpless, you collapsed onto the ground in sobs.

_____ 

That was three weeks ago.  You still went to the bookstore that day, got the books you wanted, and came straight home. Every day after that you called Alfred and texted him, hoping you would hear something from someone.  You trudged through each day, feeling numb to the pain at this point.  You still went in to work, you still went to galas as Gotham’s “golden girl”, and you still did your best to take care of the house, but you felt like you were just going through the motions.

For the first time in a while, you were off of work for a day, so you chose to sleep in.  You were laying in bed, well aware that it was sometime in the afternoon.  You stared at your phone that was sitting on your night stand, waiting for some sort of notification.  Nothing ever came, though.  On the rare occasions when your phone did buzz, it wasn’t a text from Bruce nor Alfred.  Defeated, after hours of waiting, you finally got out of bed and headed downstairs to find something to eat.  

You hadn’t even made breakfast before you heard some sort of noise.  You looked around to try to find the source of the noise, but there was nothing in sight.  You slowly sat down at the table before you heard faint voices.  You quietly got up to grab your phone, ready to dial 911 if need be, terrified that someone had broken into the manor.  You walked down the hall, past the door that led to the batcave, when you realized that the voices sounded familiar.  Maybe… Bruce was finally…  You paused, questioning whether or not you were right.  You pressed your ear to the door, trying to listen in to what they were saying.

“I don’t know-”

“I mean, it’s been, what two months now?”

“Bruce, I can’t help you, but you can’t run either.”

“I know that, Alfred.  I just… don’t know how to make it up to her.  She’s gonna hate me...”  You opened the door as Bruce’s voice trailed off, trying to hear him better.  The conversation stopped, and you realized that they heard you.  You slowly walked out into their view, and Bruce immediately froze.  Alfred, knowing what was coming, sat down to work at the computer and let the two of you talk.

For a few long moments, everything was still.  No one in the room moved, nothing around you made a sound. Your eyes wandered up and down Bruce, taking note of all his injuries.  For the moment, you felt only concern for his health, and yet a sense of relief knowing that he was alive.  

Bruce took his time looking at you.  He hadn’t seen you in person in two months, and no picture would ever do you justice in his eyes.  Despite your dark circles and messy hair, you were beautiful to him.  After a few grueling seconds of silence, you gathered your thoughts.

“Bruce…” You managed.  He looked like a mess.  He had bruises riddled throughout his body, his batsuit was stained with blood, and his eyes looked dark and sunken.  Your hand shot up to your mouth as you started to cry.  Feelings of sympathy faded in no time, though, as you started to become overwhelmed with anger and frustration.  Bruce slowly walked toward you, reaching a hand out to you.

“(Y/N), I-“

“Two months!”  You yelled. He stopped, a pained expression sweeping across his face.  “Two whole fucking months, Bruce! And you say nothing!  Nothing!” You shoved him away from you in anger, tears freely falling from your face. He grunted in pain, but still took steps toward you.  He began to tear up as he tried to reach out to you again, desperate to just hold you.

“I’m sorry…” He whispered painfully.  He cautiously took your hand, almost as if he was scared to hurt you with his touch.  When you didn’t retract from him, he wrapped his arms around you.

“I… I thought you were dead,” you choked out between sobs.  He hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair as he just held you there and let you cry.  Every once in a while, he would pull away just enough to cover your face in delicate kisses, meeting your lips when you tilted your head upward.  He would rest his head on top of yours in between the showers of kisses.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he mumbled into your hair, “I love you so much… I just… I couldn’t risk you getting hurt.”  He brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes.  “but it’s over now.  You understand that? It’s all finally over.”  You nodded your head as he pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead. You were slowly managing to compose yourself as you finally spoke again.

“Are-are you… okay?” You asked, lightly brushing your hands over some of his bruises.

“I’ve had worse,” he responded quietly and nonchalantly, lowering his hands to your hips.

“Don’t downplay it, Bruce.  You should go in.”

“I can’t-”

“Bruce Wayne-“

“(Y/N), I am not going in.  I’ll be fine.” He gently tucked some hair behind your ear.  “Okay?”  You paused.

“But… you look like hell, Bruce.”  He chuckled, drawing a small laugh out of you in response.  After a pause, he sighed, looking off in the distance.

“And what will the media think when they see me back from a “business trip” looking like hell?” He asked, bringing his eyes back to yours and hoping you’d let it go.  You sighed.

“I guess you’re right.”  You lifted yourself up onto your toes to press another soft kiss onto his lips. “But… we’re gonna need to do something about this mess,” you said as you gestured to the whole of Bruce’s body.

“Fair enough,” he agreed with a laugh.  “Alfred-“

“No worries, Bruce.  I’ve extended your time off, you’ll have another week to recover.  As far as anyone else is concerned, your business trip has been extended to have more time for your meetings,” Alfred said, pulling up the email he had just sent onto the screen and turning around to acknowledge the two of you.  “Go take care of yourself,” he finished as he turned back around to respond to the messages flooding in.

“Thank you, Al,” Bruce said as you led him into the house.

You walked with Bruce to the master bedroom, helping him take off his suit piece by piece, before bringing him into the bathroom to help him clean up with a warm shower.  The two of you took your time cleaning him up and tending to his wounds without exchanging hardly any words.  It was quiet, but intimate.  Despite all the anger you had held before hand, having Bruce with you again let all of it fade away.  Bruce, of course, couldn’t take his eyes off of you.  He hadn’t seen you in so long, and now you were finally here.  He wouldn’t tell you until much later on, but there was a handful of moments on his mission when he truly thought he’d never see you again.  He wasn’t scared until those moments came, when he thought he’d die without saying anything to you, and leave you broken and angry.  But now, all that fear and anxiety was gone.  As your soft hands worked on patching up each gash on his body, he could feel himself relaxing for the first time in weeks.

You spent the rest of the day with Bruce, talking to him and catching up on life.  You told him about everything that had happened while he was gone, and he told you what he could about his mission, and you promised him that he didn’t have to tell you everything until he was ready.  He had told you about how the Joker was dead, and how he regretted the fact that it ended the way it did.  Bruce only wanted to turn him in, but the Joker’s recklessness got in the way. You comforted Bruce as best you could, reassuring him that it wasn’t his fault, and saying that at least it was all finally over.  He could stay home with you for a while.  

And he did.  Though he never let go of his role as Batman, his outings became much less frequent. You spent a lot more time with Bruce now, and although you still had your fights here and there, your relationship had done nothing but flourish for the coming months.  Things were finally looking up for the two of you.

Before you knew it, your official one-year anniversary was approaching, and Bruce wanted to plan something special for you.  You meant the world to him, he would say, and he wanted you to know that.

_____ 

“Oh my god, Bruce, are you serious?”

“I promised you a vacation, didn’t I?”  He said with a bright smile.

“You did, but,” you spoke with a laugh, “I didn’t expect this.”

“Well, I wanted to give you something you deserve.”  You embraced Bruce, bubbling with joy and excitement.  He laughed, returning the warm hug.  “I hoped you would like it.”

“Are you kidding?”

“I mean, given that you never shut up about wanting to travel across Europe someday-“

“Oh shut up!” You let go of Bruce to give him a playful shove. 

“Hey, hey, alright,” he put his hands up in feigned defense.  He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the crown of your head.  “I love you so much.  You know that, right?”

“You’ll never let me forget,” you responded with a smile, gazing up at him. “I love you too,” you whispered with a kiss.

By the end of the next day, you were on the private jet with Bruce on your way to Europe.  The whole trip there, you were in a blissful shock; this whole thing hadn’t quite sunk in. Bruce hardly ever took trips. Especially not for leisure.  He only left Gotham when he absolutely had to; but now, here he was, surprising you with a trip to Europe.  ‘Well,’ you thought, ‘it is our anniversary.  It must be special for him.’  Bruce hadn’t been in a serious relationship for that long before.

But it wasn’t just that.  It wasn’t just the fact that you had been a couple for a year, it was the fact that he’d loved you for over a year.  The fact that you never left his side ever since you met.  The fact that he has never loved anyone more than he loved you.

After a long, luxurious (as always, with Bruce) flight, you finally reached your destination- the country you’ve always wanted to visit ever since you were a kid.  When you got to the first country of your trip, you realized that Bruce had this planned for a while now.  Every place you went had been reserved for the two of you, and you got every view to yourselves.  The sun was out that day, paired with a light breeze- perfect weather for tourism, of course. Bruce gave you a run down of the schedule, not giving away every detail as to keep some things a surprise.  Every day had something special happening, but you still got time in with Bruce to relax and cuddle every night.  The first night was mainly a free day to do whatever you wanted, as well as settle in to where you were staying.  The next day, Bruce said, was going to be special.  It would officially mark your one-year anniversary, so it didn’t surprise you that he wanted that day in particular to be the most special.

When the next day came, Bruce took you through smaller towns as well as major tourist attractions that you were dying to see.  He took you to a restaurant that was a favorite of the locals, and the two of you went exploring through some of the major and minor cities. After the sun set, the two of you returned to the house to change.  Bruce into a proper suit, and you into an elegant dress.  You were glowing, and your radiant smile made Bruce light up as well.

“Wow,” he whispered in awe as you approached him, all dolled up.  The simple red rose he was going to give you had slacked in his hand, almost falling out of his grasp.  He stared for a long moment, speechless.  You’d never felt so beautiful- and he could tell.  You started giggling, partially because of your bubbling energy and partially because of Bruce’s soft yet dumbfounded expression.

“Well?” You asked with a playful smile, “What do you think?”  Bruce cleared his throat, pulling himself out of his daze.

“You’re… stunning,” he managed, still seeming to search for a better word. He felt like the right words weren’t coming to him- that, or they simply didn’t exist.  You smiled, walking up to Bruce and taking the rose from his hand before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” you said with a kiss to his cheek.  “You look wonderful.  It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in a tux.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a reason to wear one,” he responded, pressing his lips to yours in a short kiss.  “You ready to go?”  He asked, pulling away and offering his arm.

“Absolutely,” you said with a smile, linking your arm in his as he walked you out to the car. 

He took you to a small, elegant restaurant, where you ate what could easily be the best meal you’ve ever had.  There was a seemingly endless amount of courses, and each plate had a small serving of delectable food.  Waiters were serving you hand and foot (some where even there only to pour your drinks, making sure your glass never emptied).  You didn’t go out too often- simply because you wanted experiences like this to be special, and you would always love homemade food- but you enjoyed every moment of the luxurious dinner.  When you had finished, you felt pleasantly full (okay, well, maybe more than pleasantly, but you didn’t quite feel like your stomach would burst).

Afterwards, he took you on a walk through a park, filled with green plant life and colorful flowers.  As the two of you walked arm in arm down a candle lit path, you simply talked.  Your conversations were anything from commenting on the beautiful flowers (and each other) to little jokes and stories to make each other laugh.  When silence fell for a few seconds, Bruce seized the opportunity and sobered the moment a little.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year,” he said softly.  You looked up at him and hummed, your expression softening as you listened intently.  “So much has happened, and I just… I’ve never been this happy.  Every day that I get to spend with you gets better and better.” You smiled, looking down at your feet when you started to blush.  “I mean it, (Y/N).  I don’t even feel like I deserve you.”

“Bruce-“

“You’re just so kind, and funny, and absolutely gorgeous, and you have forgiven me so many times, even when I don’t deserve it.  You’ve never left my side, even when I hurt you.  I’ve made so many empty promises, to you and Alfred, and I never thought I’d get a happy ending.  But… but here you are.”  Your heart felt full as Bruce gushed over you, and you squeezed his arm to show some of your affection.  He sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile.  “I don’t know what I did to earn your love, but I want to be worth it.”  You wanted to interject, to remind him that he was worth every ounce of love you could offer, and more, but you opted to stay quiet, knowing he wouldn’t let you talk until he was finished.  

The two of you continued to walk as you reached a small clearing, lit by candles, with a gazebo in the middle.  Fairy lights were strung around the poles of the gazebo, and red rose petals were laid out in a path to the center of it.  In the back of your mind, you knew exactly what was about the happen, but you couldn’t quite comprehend it yet.  Bruce spoke again as he walked you to the gazebo.

“I… I don’t want to make another empty promise.  I want to share my life with you.  To give you the life and love you’ve always wanted.” Tears were welling in his eyes and yours as you reached the gazebo, stepping into the center of it.  “I love you with all of my heart, (Y/N),” he said softly as he got on one knee, taking one of your hands in both of his, “and if you’d let me, I want to give you all the love and happiness I can for the rest of my life.”  He pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket, and your free hand shot up to cover your mouth.  He opened the ring box to reveal a beautiful, yet somewhat simple, diamond ring.

‘This is finally happening,’ you thought.

“(Y/F/N), will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?”

You excitedly nodded your head as tears started to fall freely from your cheeks. “Yes! Of course!” You managed in between your overwhelmingly happy sobs.  Tears fell from Bruce’s eyes as he stood up, engulfing you in his tight embrace. You pulled away just enough to smash your lips against his, the both of you laughing through the kiss. You didn’t even notice the photographer taking pictures until Bruce was finally sliding the ring onto your finger, and even then, you didn’t care.  You were too enraptured in the moment to care.  The rest of the world could’ve disappeared, and you wouldn’t mind.  All that mattered, at that moment, was Bruce.  Your heart felt like it could’ve burst, you were so overjoyed.  

You then got to spend the rest of your trip with your new fiancé.  And god, it was absolutely fantastic.  You went to so many different places (taking plenty of Instagram-worthy pictures to show off your ring). It was everything you could’ve dreamed of.  In fact, when you came home, you wondered how Bruce was going to try to top it with your honeymoon.  But, you had plenty of time before you even had to think about the wedding.  For the time being, you just enjoyed being Bruce Wayne’s wife-to-be.  You relished the feeling of finally knowing you would marry the love of your life more than the media relished exploiting Gotham’s power couple for weeks on end.  

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Over a year later, the day you always dreamed of finally came.  You never thought Bruce would love you, much less ask you to marry him.  It was all a daydream come true.  After years of this crazy ride, you would get the happy ending you’ve always wanted. Bruce would get the happy ending he never thought he deserved.  

You were in the girls’ room, and everyone was adding the final touches to their makeup, checking their hair, and putting on their heels.  All your closest friends were with you, ready to share this big day with you and make it memorable.  You stared in the mirror, lost in thought, with a small smile that had been on your face all day.

_____ 

“You were actually worried I wasn’t going to say yes?”

“Well, I mean, we’ve only been together officially for a year, and I-“

“Bruce, I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.” You assured with a smile as the two of you walked toward gala that would announce your engagement.  He paused, turning to you.  He held both of your hands in both of his, with his thumb brushing over your engagement ring.

“(Y/N), are… are you sure about this?”

“About what?”

“About… marrying me?  After everything I’ve-“  You pulled one of your hands free and pressed a finger to Bruce’s lips, shushing him.

“It’s in the past, Bruce.  I’m sure.  I want to marry you,” you assured him, playfully jabbing your finger at his chest with your last word.  “Now, let’s go in, put up with the press for a couple of hours, and stop questioning everything,” you straightened his tie as you spoke, a soft smile on your lips. “Okay?”  Bruce took a deep breath, gazing down at you as a small smile grew on his lips.  

“Okay,” he said with a little nod.

“Okay,” you confirmed in a whisper, still gazing up at him. You placed a hand on his cheek and softly kissed him, trying your best to assure him as much as you could.  You felt him relax under your touch.  

“I love you, (Y/N),” Bruce whispered as you pulled away before he wrapped you in a hug.   You loved Bruce’s warm embrace.  He could always engulf you in his arms and make you feel safe, remind you that you are loved.  

“I love you too, Bruce.”  You pulled away, and Bruce gently took your hand.  With a squeeze of your hand, he walked with you up the stairway and into the gala.

_____ 

“Oh my god, you look beautiful!”  You turned around to see your maid of honor, (Y/B/F/N).  “If Bruce doesn’t cry, you’re walking, right?”

“No! (Y/B/F/N)!” You scoffed as the two of you laughed.

“Are you excited?” She asked as she hugged you.  “I mean, marrying your childhood crush and Gotham’s golden boy is kind of a big deal,” she added with a smile as she pulled away.

“Are you kidding?  Of course I’m excited, this is the biggest day of my life.”  You turned back around to look into the mirror, nervously adjusting your dress.  “I just hope I don’t trip or mess up or anything…” you mumbled.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’ll be perfect.” She assured you as she made a slight adjustment to your hair.  You nodded, letting out a breath to relax your nerves.  “Just enjoy every moment, okay?”  She reminded you with a smile.

“Okay.”  You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, making sure your hair, makeup, jewelry, and dress all looked perfect.  Your friend, and now your maid of honor, carefully placed your white veil on your head.  Today, you were a bride.  And you had to admit, you looked stunning.

_____ 

“What do you mean, I don’t get to see the dress?”

“I don’t get to see the ring, you don’t get to see the dress,” you said as you crossed your arms.  Bruce scoffed.  “It’s tradition! I haven’t seen your suit, either.  We’ll see each other for the first time as I walk down the aisle. That’s how it goes.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Patience is a virtue, honey, you’ll survive,” you added with a smile.  He pouted, walking up to you as you put your coat on.  He captured your lips in a kiss, and you melted into him for a few seconds before pulling away.  “I’m gonna be late, I need to get to my fitting,” you said as you stepped back, grabbing the car keys off of the small table beside the door.

“Why does the wedding have to be so far away?” Bruce asked, continuing to pout.  You giggled, taking his hands in yours.

“Because there’s a lot of planning for everyone to do, there’s travel involved since we decided against getting married in Gotham, there’s-“

“Okay, okay, okay, that was a rhetorical question, sweetheart,” Bruce interrupted, making the two of you laugh.  You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms snaked around your waist as the two of you started to sway.

“I wish the wedding was here already too, babe, but it’ll be here soon.  All of the sudden, one day, we’ll wake up and realize it’s finally happening.”

“I know…”

“I really need to get to my fitting, Bruce…”

“Shh, can we just enjoy the moment?”

“We’ll enjoy the moment when I get home.  How does that sound?” You said with a laugh.

“Okay,” he finally said with a kiss.  You pulled away, opening the door to leave.

“I’ll be back soon.  I love you,” you said as you started to walk to the car.

“Love you too.  Drive safe,” he added.

“I will,” you called back, getting into the car. He watched you drive off with a dreamy look on his face before closing the door.  He hated being apart, but he knew you’d come back to him.  You always did.  

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“You ready?”  (Y/B/F/N) asked, offering her hand.  With another deep breath and a smile, you nodded and took her hand.  “Alright, ladies, let’s get this show on the road!” All the bridesmaids squealed in excitement, and you all walked out of the room and headed over to the chapel.  Your heart was racing as you walked in, and you clutched the bouquet of flowers in your hand. Everyone lined up behind the door, and you stood over on the side.  Your father came to your side, linking his arm in yours.  

‘This is finally happening,’ you thought.  

The pairs of bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle, and finally it was your turn.  Your dad guided you through the door and immediately your eyes met Bruce’s.  

Time stood still.  

Despite all the times you’d seen him in a suit, this time was different. He was glowing, and he looked incredible.  He was clean shaven, his hair was styled perfectly, and a boutonnière was carefully pinned onto his suit jacket.  Looking at him felt unreal, and you felt those little butterflies in your stomach all over again. He looked at you in awe, blown away by your beauty.  He couldn’t wait to marry you.

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of him at the altar.  Tears were gathering in your eyes and in his.  Honestly, everything was a blur, so you were glad that Bruce had hired someone to record it all and take pictures. 

As the ceremony was nearing its final part, the two of you were pouring your hearts out in your vows.  Tears fell freely, both at the altar and among your collective friends and family.  You wanted to say so much more, and Bruce did too.  Words simply couldn’t express your feelings adequately.  You wanted to remember every word Bruce said forever, but you knew that was impossible.  You heart was racing with anticipation.  You were about to be Mrs. Wayne.  As he finished, he slid the glamorous ring on your finger.  It was gorgeous.  You were surprised that Bruce had managed to design something so elegant, and felt honored to be wearing it now.  You could definitely get used to seeing it on your hand.  

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“That sure is a big rock,” Alfred said, examining the engagement ring on your finger.  You laughed.

“Just wait ‘till you see the wedding ring,” Bruce added.

“Can I see it?”  You asked, holding Bruce’s arm.  He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Not yet.”

“Why not?” You feigned a pout. “What if I don’t like it?”

“Well, I designed it, so…”

“So, I might not like it?”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, babe,” you laughed as you squeezed his arm.  “So, I really don’t get to see it?”

“Nope.  Not until I put it on your finger.  You’ll just have to trust me, I guess.”  Bruce leaned down and gave you a soft peck on the lips.  

“I’m picking it up when it’s ready, right?” Alfred interrupted.

“If you really want to,” Bruce responded with a shrug.

“Not that I don’t trust your judgement, Bruce, but I’ll make sure she likes it,” Alfred said with a wink.  The three of you laughed before heading to the dining room for dinner.

_____ 

You looked up from your hand to meet Bruce’s eyes as the pastor went on through the final stretch.  The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes, barely listening to the pastor’s words.

“I do,” Bruce finally said with a big grin, squeezing your hands, itching to kiss you again. You smiled, wishing the pastor could just go faster.  You just wanted to get your last two words out.  To finally be pronounced husband and wife.  To finally kiss Bruce.  With every word that echoed in the chapel, your anticipation grew.  Finally, he finished, giving you your cue.  

“I do,” You said with a wide smile, squeezing Bruce’s hands.  Twelve more words, and you could kiss him. Twelve more words, and it would be sealed.  Bruce would be your husband, and you would change your last name.  Twelve more words.

_____ 

“Why would you ask that?” You scoffed at (Y/B/F/N) as she broke out into a laugh.  You and Bruce took out the bridesmaids and groomsmen for a night out for some bonding and fun.

“I’m just curious!”  She said in defense before taking another bite of her food.

“Oh my god, (Y/B/F/N), you’re ridiculous.”

“We all wanna know,” another one of your bridesmaids piped up.

“Well, I’m gonna be one standing right next to you.  I gotta know what I’m gonna do.  Will I gag, will I need to remind you two that you’re in public, am I gonna cringe-“ (Y/B/F/N) started before you interrupted.

“Okay, okay, I get it-“

“So, answer the question!”  The others at your table nodded, and some cheered on, wanting to know the answer.

“No!”

“I wasn’t even asking you, (Y/N), I was asking Bruce.”  Your jaw dropped as Bruce started to laugh.  Your friend turned to your fiancé.  “So? What are you gonna do for the kiss, Mr. Wayne?”

“I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?”

“Oh my god, (Y/N), I swear you’re marrying the Riddler.”  You and Bruce laughed at the irony of your friend’s clever comment.  “Just promise me it won’t be gross or awkward, okay?”

“I can do that,” Bruce assured with a nod.

“But also make it good.  If Gotham’s golden boy doesn’t perform-“

“(Y/B/F/N)! Let it go!”  You interrupted, beginning to blush.

“Okay, okay!” She put her hands up, laughing.  After a beat of silence, she piped up again.  “When can I start hitting my glass to make you two kiss?”

“(Y/B/F/N),” you warned as she picked up her fork and started hitting her glass, “I swear to go-“  Bruce stopped you in your tracks with a kiss, and you froze in shock.

“Ooh, there it is!”  She yelled, applauding the two of you.  The other bridesmaids and groomsmen started clapping too as your entire table erupted in laughter.  When Bruce pulled away, you playfully hit his arm as you started to laugh.

“You’re ridiculous, Bruce.”  He shrugged.

“I know,” he said nonchalantly as he kissed your cheek.  You shook your head with a smile.

“What am I gonna do with you guys?” You scoffed with a laugh.  After that night, you knew that your wedding was going to be so incredibly fun, and you looked forward to the day even more.

_____ 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may kiss the bride.”

After those twelve words were uttered, Bruce took no time doing exactly as he was told.  He brought a hand up to cup your cheek and placed one on the small of your back, crashing his lips into yours.  You wrapped your arms around his neck as he dipped you, laughing into the kiss in response to the hollering and applause coming from the attendees.  When he straightened the two of you and pulled away, you were both laughing.  You turned to the audience together, finally acknowledging everyone that attended the ceremony (Which, thankfully, was only friends and family.  You didn’t want a huge wedding, and Bruce complied.  The size ended up being perfect).

Finally, after all the waiting, after all the heartache, after all the adventures the two of you had been through, you both finally had the happy ending you always wanted.

Music played as the bridesmaids and groomsmen danced back down the aisle. Everyone was smiling, and the room was seemingly filled to the brim with joy.

“No more empty promises,” Bruce said as he leaned over to your ear, “I mean it.”

“I know you do.”  You responded, turning to look at him.

“I promise to love you for the rest of my life, and I’ll give you everything I can to make you happy.”  He said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“And I promise to love you, and never leave your side along the way,” you said, kissing him gently.  

The two of you turned to face the back of the room, ready to head back down the aisle together.  As you danced down the aisle, filling the room with your laughter, you both knew that the promises the two of you made that day would never be left empty.

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(( Voilà! Don’t Make Empty Promises has finally come to a close.  This was honestly so fun to write, and I’m so proud of it and how it all turned out.  Plus, let’s be honest, who isn’t thirsty for Ben Affleck?  That beefcake gets me GOIN’ I tell ya.  Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it!  ~  C ))

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