#yes it's harley quinn's baseball bat

[th3-sad-3mo-princ3ss]

MOOREEE GRAFFITI💗💗💗

Touché to that dear anon 😌✨️✨️✨️

[jinxposting]

Jason Todd x Jinx! reader prologue

Origins

Your parents, not unlike a certain Dark Knight, were killed when you were young

Unsurprising given you were born and raised in Gotham

You were then taken care of by distant relatives

Though "taken care" is a generous term

They offered next to no affection nor attention in general, and with no friends your age you were rather isolated

This gave you time to develop the unique hobby of tinkering

Perhaps it was due to the nature of your parents demise (an explosion caused by a fight between the Bat and Bane) but you'd always had an interest in explosives

A morbid curiosity that only further fueled your guardian's distaste for you

And the direct cause of their other child's (your foster sibling) death

Unlike their parent your sibling was warm towards you, always encouraging your talent

The day you finally succeeded in your endeavors turned out to be the worst day of your life

You hadn't intended to hurt anyone

At the very least not them

Your guardian arrived home after work that day, greeted by a pile of rubble where their house once stood

And a corpse where their child once was

Your cries for forgiveness fell on deaf ears as they beat you, afterwards abandoning you in the remnants of your now decimated home

You'll never forget the look in their eyes

Nothing but pure hatred

You spent a few weeks on the streets after that

You survived on dumpster scraps and slept in alleyways

That was until you made the mistake of breaking into an abandoned warehouse

Piles of metal were strewn about, an old metal working mill you concluded

Your morbid fixation only seemed to worsen with the recent incident

You found yourself once again building your dangerous devices

Even more macabre, part of you hoped to go out in the same manor

Then one night, while you were finishing a grenade, you met them

A large group of muscled men filed into the building

They pointed their weapons at you, some guns, others baseball bats, but all directed at you

You should have been scared

But you were too numb to fear

You pulled the pin and threw the grenade as far into the crowd as you could

Blood

And flying limbs

You pushed past the remaining men only to be pulled back

"Just wait till the boss gets a hold of ya"

After a few moments of regrouping what was left of their forces the men greeted their 'boss'

"You mean to tell me this little runt killed a dozen of my men?" ... "Hahaha!"

That laugh

Everyone knew that laugh

Before you stood none other than the Joker

All smiles, he looked down at you

In one hand he held the remnants of your grenade

You could just barely make out the sharp toothed smile you'd doodled onto it

"This is far too crude to be mass produced. You wouldn't have happened to built this yourself, did you?"

You nodded

"Hahahaha!" He continued to laugh with unrestrained joy

"Harley, get a load of this!"

Out came Harley Quinn, the Joker's right hand

She gawked down at you

"This shrimp caused all this damage? Talk about an explosive personality!"

"Yes, precisely." the Joker kneeled in front of you, offering you the scrapped pieces of grenade "Not every day you see a gift like that."

His smile, albeit menacing, brought you a strange comfort in that moment

You took the offered scrap metal

"Where are your parents?"

"Dead."

"Oh? No siblings?"

"Dead."

"Them too, huh? And how did that happen?"

You looked down at the device

You didn't have to speak for him to understand

Another cackle sounded from the man

"Ha! You're quite the jinx it'd seem."

"Hey that's not a bad name, Puddin'!"

He stroked his chin in thought "It does have a certain ring to it, doesn't it?"

Joker stood back to his full height, looking off in thought

"You know, Harley. The Bat has his little protege, so who says I can't too?"

"Oh, Mistah J! You mean it? I always wanted us to have a little Joker!"

"Not a Joker, Harls." he turned back to you with a wide grin "A Jinx."

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Bring Back the Bombshells Batgirls!

In helping a friend of mine map out who all has been Batgirl across various DC continuities, I remembered a little jaunt to TVtropes where it mentioned that in a charming little number called Bombshells, the batgirl identity is shared by a baseball team.

This reminded me to actually go READ Bombshells, and oh. My. GOSH. It is the BEST FUCKING THING EVER!

What is Bombshells?

Basically, almost every male superhero got yeeted from the story or relegated to side character/civilian, while every female superhero takes the spotlight and gets to KICK SOME NAZI ASS (it's set during world war 2). Plenty of people get spotlight, but I'm gonna argue that the MAIN characters are probably Kate Kane's batwoman, Diana of Themyscira's Wonder Woman, Mera's Aquawoman (she hates that name, lol), Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, Zatanna, and Kara Starikov's Supergirl. All the storylines tend to revolve around them.

Oh, also it's super gay. Like, every single character is a lesbian or bi, there's tons of ladies kissing and dating and having implied sex, and at least one character---one of the batgirls actually---is trans.

In summary, go read bombshells it's really good, but today I'm here to specifically talk about:

The Batgirls (and boys)

"One for the ribbon, two for the pearls! Three for the crimefighting---

So first off, Bombshells is an elseworld, so it can do whatever the fuck it wants with backstories and shit.

Subsequently; this version of Kate Kane is a major league baseball player, and her Batwoman costume is literally just a pallet swap of her baseball costume (plenty of people figure out her "secret" identity because of this, but she's not super concerned about it). She uses an actual bat as her main weapon as Batwoman, and it kicks ass. More fanfic writers, and hell, comics writers need to hand the Batfamily some baseball bats, because it gives us scenes like this:

Or this:

(Yes her bat has a gun, it's supplied by Amanda Waller through goverment money, don't question it. Her baseballs are also explosives).

Oh, and also this:

Anyway, point is, Batwoman has a bat and it's great. But this means when Gotham's bat-weilding protector gets drafted into the Bombshells to go fight Nazi's, some new faces have to pick up the slack in Gotham.

And so:

Inspired by their vigilante/baseball hero, Harper Row, Kathy Duquesne, and Nell Little pick up some bats of their own and start busting up crime! The three of them are mechanics, that old car is their batmobile, and they're the best of friends!

Of this original trio, Kathy is "the brass" or the leader, and she remains nominally in charge through the whole thing. Nell is "the brawn" and while every batgirl is good in a fight, Nell is a bit of a demolition specialist. Finally you have Harper, "the brain" who invents their gadgets, works on their batmobile, and also jokes that she's the mascot, as this whole thing was her idea.

They don't stay a trio for very long though! They're quickly joined by "the beauty" Alysia Yeoh, an old friend of Kathy's, in an effort to break Cullen Row out of a prison-like orphanage (she's the t-girl btw):

You may notice another girl crouched in the corner up there too! That's Bette Kane, Kate's niece and the rightful owner of Kane Industries who will forcibly take it over, clean it up, and use it for good on her 18th birthday in like a week!

In the meantime though, she heard about the batgirls and decided she wanted in! She crashes their jailbreak and helps them wreck shop! She mostly shares the "brass" role with Kathy---a leader in her own right.

Anyway, their now quintet quickly finds the awful headmistress of the Pinkney orphanage berating one Tim Drake, who still has a living dad somewhere, but was snatched up by a dirty cop because this whole city runs on Newsies rules (not even kidding, I'll get there in a sec). Turns out Tim and Alysia are old best friends. Anyway, Tim fills them in on the sitch: the headmisstress has been using the orphans as slave labor to build war robots for the nazis.

The batgirls (now including Tim!), bust up the basement and the robots, free all the orphanage kids, including Cullen, toss the awful headmistress and the dirty cop helping her to one Detectice Maggie Sawyer---Kate's wife---and the day is saved!

In the subsequent week, Bette takes over Kane Industries, starts funneling funds into housing for immigrants and refugees and relief and aid and all that good stuff, and also recruits the final batgirl of the team: Felicity Smoak (the chick in braids)! Thus we have a full team!

Who's who in the alt text

I'm only halfway through Bombshells, but the batgirls and their adventures are a recurring plot thread, since protecting Gotham is entirely up to them while Kate is away. They gain lots of other allies and enemies (including one hispanic immigrant Lois Lane who does straight up help them pull a newsies and make their own newspaper with the real news in it at one point), and their sections are probably one of my favorite parts about the comic. It just feels so sweet and high school, while still feeling Batman-esque/Gotham-typical.

Why You Should Care:

Now. I may only be halfway through Bombshells, but I am in LOVE. With the story and the characterizations and everything!!! And the batgirls are a personal fave of mine cuz I'm a sucker for found family and teens fighting crime and bat-weilding superheroes!

But my point is: for all that fanfic loves these tropes too, there is NO fanfiction for them (or at least not on ao3). There's practically nothing for the Bombshells continuity PERIOD, which is a shame, but also to be expected for an elseworld.

But that's why I'm here and telling you about it!

You guys! This is fanfiction! We love flinging the batfamily through alternate universes and making lots of different characters take on the familiar Batgirl and Robin roles!

Why not bring forth the Bombshells Batgirls?

If you're writing your own elseworld, I suggest you nab this adorable team, or something like it! If you're writing an alt universe crossover, feature these guys!

They are the Batfamily found family you want! They CALL THEMSELVES a Bat-family! They all move in together! They loooooovvveee each other! And, as is the nature of the Batgirl mantle, they do what they do largely as independent operatives without adult supervision!

I would really love to see these guys yeeted into an alternate universe and have to cope with just HOW different their continuity is. Not only will they inevitably be flung way into the future, since they're around in the 40s, but in most continuities they're completely unconnected from each other and are absolutely not a team of bat-weilding crime fighters! It would be so baffling for any mainline batgirl and robin to meet a team that is so disconnected from them and so unconditionally supportive of each other and so Badass Adorable!

In Summary:

I may have lost the plot a little with this, but my points are:

Bombshells is really good and you should all go read it

Bombshells has a team of adorable bat-weilding batgirls that has all the found family crime fighting tropes you could want without the bad blood of the mainline batfam

More people should write fanfiction for Bombshells

The Bombshells!Batgirls in particular I think are a great place to start with that. Nab the premise of a baseball team being crime fighters, or Gotham being protected by a group of scrappy children whenever the big bad vigilantes are away, or give these colorful kids their Bombshells!backstories.

Also use the Bombshells universe in particular when you're flinging bats across the multiverse. Yeet these babies into a mainline comics verse and let the juxtaposition and chaos run WILD! There's a million and one of these fics for the Young Justice cartoon, I know ya'll can do it for Bombshells

Also. Take every opportunity to give your Batfamily, and your Batgirls in particular, an actual bat. It'll be so much fun, I promise

Anyway, I'll probably be back with another Bombshells rant later, PEACE!

[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that VALERIA 'VAL' DUTTON.. they’re a 24-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being BRASH  &  TEMPERAMENTAL but there are some people who have seen them being FUNNY  &  INDEPENDENT.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of bubblegum being popped, the high-pitched screech of a sick guitar riff , and how it feels to stare down the barrel of a loaded gun, but that could just be because they’re considered the YOUNG GUN around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

Devils that you know Raise worse hell than a stranger She's the death you chose You're in terrible danger

OVERVIEW

Name: Valeria Annabeth Dutton

FKA: Valeria Annabeth Moreno

Nickname(s): Val (by everyone)

DOB: October 13, 2100

Age: 24

FC: Maia Reficco

Height: 5'3"

Pronouns: They/She

Sexuality: Aromantic/Aroflux Pansexual

Occupation: Bouncer/Musician at The Obelisk

Relationship Status: In an undefined but very committed thing with Guillermo 'Gizmo' de la Luna and Phelan Frost

[+] funny, independent, street smart [–] brash, temperamental, insubordinate

BIOGRAPHY

tw: gang violence, injury, death

Val was created at a time when the mob was beginning to expand their influence in the city. She was made to be the child (apprentice) to a specialised contract killer on the mob's payroll. His real name was unknown to them, as it was to most people, but they grew up calling him Qrow. She never called him dad.

Qrow's speciality was carrying out hits that looked like accidents—even upon further investigation. He was mainly called in when the mob wanted to take someone out without raising any suspicion of foul play. From a young age, he trained Val in his methods and eventually started bringing them out on jobs with him, turning them into an accomplished criminal before they hit their teens.

When she was 15 years old, the two of them were ambushed while wrapping up a job in the city. A violent confrontation ensued that resulted in Qrow's death and Val barely escaping with their life. Heading to a nearby club, she knocked on the back door with the explanation that she did not want to alarm their patrons, and very calmly asked to be taken to a hospital before losing consciousness.

The man who opened the door, DJ Cruz-Dutton, stayed by their side as they recovered from their injuries. At the end of the day, she was told that she was lucky to be alive, but now has permanent damages to her synthetic body that occasionally makes her limbs—in particular her hands—glitch out.

Especially with Qrow gone, their former employers were relentless in trying to get Val back, but DJ and his wife Dahlia point blank refused to hand them over. This caused a permanent rift between the Duttons and the Dallas mob.

They were officially adopted by the Duttons, joining the ranks with their three older siblings—Ian, Ike, and Zel—as well as their honorary sister Eva.

She learned how to play the guitar as a way of practicing her fine motor skills. Along with her siblings and Eva, they formed a band called Three By Five (jokingly known as Eva and the Train Robbers) in which Val is the lead singer and rhythm guitarist. They frequently play at the club where they also all work.

MISC

Val's signature look is two high ponytails, a badass jacket, and a baseball bat with the word 'JUSTICE' on it. (Yes, they are very much inspired by Harley Quinn.)

[joker-of-clubs]

♧ the joker/quinn idk man ♧

I'm an adult, I'm the Joker, I'm mostly from Joker 2019 and the Dark Knight. I'm girl presenting. Not girl but looks like girl. Maddening to not be able to use any of the images from my sources because they're not girl presenting. I suspect I must have some previous fictotype who is a girl. A lot of times it works out that way when a fictive shows up with gender presentation that doesn't match their source. It's also possible that I have a bit of Harley in me and maybe I stole her gender. That sort of thing happens sometimes.

Edit: nvm im just straight up also harley quinn. Call me Joker or Quinn idc too much. My Harley source is mainly Margot Robbie's portrayal (Suicide Squad, Birds of Prey) but also just general osmosis through popular culture.

Minors dni i just dont want you around and i dont wanna think too fucking hard before posting kink shit, okay? It's not you, it's me. idc if you like or rb a (non kinky) post but just don't follow me or talk to me, mkay?

My subsystem has this cute little thing we do where we each are represented by a card suit. I'm clubs, thats why the url thing. Also a baseball bat is a kind of club. Whatever

◇ Veronica @yandere-veronica (cool lady I like her)

♡ Trinity @yandere-veronica (when will they make their own blog like me? Idk but they might soon. Like yes theyre kinda sorta yandere too but their main thing is being age regressed and anxious atm and veronica's url has veronica in the name... like yes i see the similaries but trinity my love i think you will eventually make your own)

♤ Solas/Fen'harel/Rev. Vox @solas-solace (cool soothing guy who likes to speak in iambic meter. Our cope strats kinda sorta jive so we tried to share a blog but I decided we could not marry these aesthetics)

♧ the Joker/Quinn (thats me)

Together we are capitalism cope squad

[minisugakoobies]

Swoon | KTH

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: swearing, kissing, Tae's wearing his red leather jacket from his Paris trip, we've also got Disco Jungkook and Harley Quinn Jimin in here

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimers: None other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

A/N: This one's for the amazing @parkdatjimin! Mindy, you picked a great prompt that immediately screamed "TAEHYUNG" and "ENEMIES TO LOVERS" to me. I hope you enjoy!

Also, I don't think this really needs a warning, just a note - Jimin is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns in this fic.

Unbeta’d as usual! Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! 💕

Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜 

“Jimin, come on! Let’s go!” Tapping your foot impatiently, you fidget slightly in your costume. “We’re gonna miss the first panel! What are we waiting for?” 

Your roommate shoots you a “calm down” look that frankly would be a lot more effective if they weren’t currently dressed as Harley Quinn. They look phenomenal in their “Daddy’s Little Monster” crop top, blue and red satin booty shorts, and fishnets, tips of their blond hair dyed in shades to match the ensemble. But their serious expression does not jibe with the wild outfit as they sigh. 

“Not everyone’s here yet. And they won’t let us hold seats in the hall, so… we wait.” 

You frown, glancing at your friends, counting in your head. “Who is missing?”

“Um, well…”

“Oh, please no.” Not him. Not today.

Jimin twirls their baseball bat, not making eye contact, knowing if they look at you, they will instantly disintegrate beneath your fiery expression. “I’m sorry! Kookie invited him, okay?” 

Kookie, aka Jungkook, aka Jimin’s boyfriend, aka the sweetest guy you know, glances up from where he’s propped against the wall, eyes going wide behind his oversized blue sunglasses at the mention of his name. You sigh, bubbling anger instantly bursting at his doe-eyed expression. 

“Sorry, Noona. He asked if I was going to the convention and I said yes without thinking! I was just excited to talk about my costume.” He yanks on the giant lapels of his brightly colored shirt, other hand unconsciously scratching at the fake goatee that adorns his pretty face. Disco Tony Stark is definitely a choice, but damned if he’s not pulling it off. 

“It’s okay, Kookie,” you grumble. Ugh, you’re too soft on him, and he knows it as he flashes you a happy grin. “I just hope he gets here soon, before the hall fills up.” Your favorite film franchise is kicking off the big comic convention today with a sneak peek at the latest sequel, and if you miss a single second, there will be hell to pay. “Or maybe he’ll flake out on this like he flakes out on our game nights.” 

“Who flakes out?” 

Your eyes automatically close in exasperation as you turn slowly to face the devil you’d just accidentally summoned.

Kim Taehyung. Aka Jungkook’s friend. Aka the massive thorn in your side.

The two of you have been at odds since the day you met. He came into your life when Jungkook and Jimin started dating, and from the jump, the two of you have totally clashed. Where you’re easily excitable, he’s subdued, even deadpan. Where you’re constantly raving about the amazing things you love, he’s always complaining, finding fault with those same things. It wouldn’t be so terrible if he didn’t insist on sharing his every thought with you. It’s like he lives to needle you.

Right now, he wears his standard bored expression, gorgeous face completely blank as he gazes at you, waiting for an answer. You don’t give him one, taking a moment to examine his costume. Tight black jeans, tight white t-shirt, bright red leather jacket. An eyebrow cocks beneath his fluffy dark curls. 

“Well? Who flakes out?” 

“Who are you supposed to be? James Dean?” you ask, ignoring his question again. 

“I’m a rebel,” he informs you. 

“Obviously,” you roll your eyes. “Like I said. James Dean.”

“No.” He pulls out a toy lightsaber from behind his back, flipping it on. The blue light illuminates his annoying smirk. “I’m a Rebel.”

“That’s not - you’re not - “ 

“Taehyung-ah!” In their harlequin makeup, Jimin’s normally cherubic smile looks absolutely demented. “Perfect timing, the first panel’s about to kick off.” They reach down and grab Jungkook’s hands, helping him to his feet. “C’mon, Puddin’, let’s go grab our seats.” 

The rest of your friends fall in line as Jimin and Jungkook lead the way. Taehyung unfortunately ends up in lockstep with you. Because of course he does. 

“Nice costume,” he intones quietly, and you smooth several of the verdant leaves trailing from your hips, waiting for him to drop the snarky comment that’s likely hanging on the tip of his tongue. Maybe something about how homemade your costume looks… which it is. You’ve been working for weeks on your Poison Ivy cosplay. Finding a corset in just the right shade of green took the longest amount of time. 

The second longest came this morning, when Jimin had to painstakingly lace you into said corset. You squirm a little, wishing they hadn’t tied you in so damn tight. But as long as you can breathe, you’ll survive.

It’s definitely the most amount of skin you’ve ever shown at a convention, with your curves overflowing both above and below the constricting bodice. At the last minute, you nearly balked, thinking you’d be too much, until Jimin gave you a pep talk that essentially boiled down to “Own your power.” Somehow, it worked. Overall, you’re very pleased with your costume, which is why you’re expecting Taehyung to burst your bubble about it any second now.

But he merely holds the door to the hall open for you with a hint of a smile. Narrowing your eyes, you waltz past him, taking a seat next to Jimin. 

“I have been waiting all year for this day, and I swear to God if he ruins it, I’m taking you out, Minnie,” you declare to your roommate with a deadly serious expression. They don't ask you to clarify who you meant by ‘he.’ They already know.

“Me? But Kookie invited him!” 

“Yes, but Kookie’s a muscle pig! I know my limits!” Jimin just tuts as you glare. “God, he’s the worst. He can’t even mash up a costume properly.”

“I think it’s kinda clever, actually. And you have to admit, he looks fantastic in that outfit.” Jimin tips their head in admiration as Taehyung takes a seat, jeans straining to contain his muscular thighs. Not that you noticed. “I wanna thank his mother for a butt like that.” 

“No, it’s not, and no, I do not,” you hiss back before falling silent as the moderator takes the stage. “And don’t you dare quote ‘Shoop’ when you speak of that man!”

Whatever brief burst of madness prompted Taehyung to actually compliment you before the first panel doesn’t last. As soon as your group filters out to head to the next session, he’s back on his bullshit. You make the mistake of mentioning how you liked the book better than the first movie, and he pounces, dragging you into a debate. He does the same thing after the next panel, saying just the right (obnoxious) thing to pull you into another quarrel, and again after that. By the time your friends scatter for lunch, between the snug corset digging into your skin, and the irritating man trying to get under your skin, you’ve had enough. 

Out of your group, only you, Jimin, and Taehyung want fish skewers, so you queue up in the long line at the kiosk. You’re doing your best to tune Taehyung out as he and Jimin discuss the last event, a Q&A session with one of your favorite authors in which she’d dropped major hints about the identity of the mysterious supervillain from her latest series, to your absolute delight.

Taehyung, naturally, was not impressed. 

“I can’t believe she just said that!” Jimin shakes their head as the line slowly shuffles forward. “She basically confirmed it’s been Dr. Choi all along.” 

“Nope. There’s no way it’s going to be Dr. Choi!” 

Gritting your teeth, you try to focus on the colorful costumes around you. Breathe in, breathe out, ignore the asshole.

“But everything she said lines up with his character! Why else would she say that stuff?”

Taehyung huffs a quick laugh through his nose. You know that sound. It’s his ‘Oh, you sweet summer child’ laugh. So patronizing. Your fingers curl into fists. Forget thorn, he's a giant prick.

“That was clearly just a publicity stunt. In a day, she’ll be all over social media, claiming her comments were taken out of context. Mark my words.” He sniffs. “Her little ploy is as obvious as her plots.” 

“Oh my god, will you just shut up already?”

Jimin and Taehyung both blink in surprise as you round on them. 

“What did I say?” Jimin asks, looking wounded. 

“Not you, Minnie! Him!” You shove your pointer finger directly into Taehyung’s chest. “Just. Shut. Up!”

For once, Taehyung’s impassive expression drops, just as his mouth does as he gapes at you. But you’re too frustrated to bask in the fact that you’ve finally wiped that blasé look off his face, and now that you’ve blown your gasket, you’re going to vent it all.

“I am sick and tired of you always picking on everything! Anything and everything that I like, you just have to come in with your horrible takes and rude comments and just pick, pick, pick! Like some fucking vulture that feeds on joy - you just gotta rip it apart!” 

“I don’t - “ 

“Just let people enjoy things, okay?? You don’t have to like them! Just let them have their fun!” 

You’re vaguely aware of your roommate backing away as you growl at Taehyung, jabbing him again and again with your finger. Jimin’s never seen this side of you. You’ve never seen it either. It’s just the effect Taehyung has on you, making your face warm and your chest heave as you continue to lay into him. 

“Babe, don’t you think - “

“No! Stay out of this, Jimin.” People are giving you a wide berth now, the line for the kiosk having zigzagged around the three of you long ago, but you don’t care. There’s no stopping the head of steam you’ve built up. “God, why are you even here? Nothing makes you happy! You don’t like anything!”

“That’s not true!” Taehyung finally snaps out of his stupor as you break off, panting for breath. “I like plenty of things! I came here because - “ 

“Because you wanted to ruin my day! You can’t let me have one day of fun without fighting with me about something, can you? Well, fine! Let’s fight!” There’s a sheen of sweat breaking out on your forehead. Is it the heat from the food stands that’s making you feel this hot? And why can’t you catch your damn breath??

“Whoa, okay, let’s just put a pin in that, uh, invitation and go outside. Maybe we should get some fresh air,” Jimin suggests in a soothing tone, gesturing to the entrance to the main atrium, “because I think - hey, babe, are you okay?” 

Those fucking laces.

The world goes black. 

When you reopen your eyes, Taehyung is staring at you. So is Jimin. 

And so is an entire crowd of strangers standing in a ring around the three of you. 

“What the fuhh…” you trail off, looking around. You’re out in the main atrium, but you don’t remember walking out here. The marble tiles are cold under your bare shoulders and barely covered ass. “Why am I on the floor?”

“It’s okay. You just passed out a little,” Jimin says, a gentle hand holding yours. 

“I did?” Your head spins slightly as you sit up. The gawkers begin to start to disperse. 

“The event EMTs checked you out. Said you were probably having trouble breathing.” Jimin looks a little abashed. “Guess I tied your laces too tight. Sorry. I loosened them a little before he laid you down.”

“He? He who? One of the EMTs?” 

Jimin continues to look chagrined.

Taehyung smirks. “‘He’ as in me.” He straightens up, tossing his dark curls out of his eyes. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

Heat scorches your neck. “Trust me, you are the last person whose attention I want!” Jimin pulls you to your feet, but you wave them off when they try to help you walk. “I’m okay, Minnie, I can walk on my own!” 

But just as you finish your angry declaration, your knees buckle slightly. Before you can blink, Taehyung’s arm is around you, propping you up. He guides you towards a cluster of chairs by the windows.

“Come on,” he murmurs warmly, voice so unlike his usual aloof tone of superiority. “Why don’t you sit here for a minute? Let me get you a soda. Maybe some sugar would help.” 

“Uh. Sure. Thanks.” You glance at Jimin, who shrugs at your confusion, then nods. 

“Good idea, Tae. Thank you.” 

As soon as Taehyung’s out of earshot, Jimin pinches you. 

“Ow! Why?”

“He likes you!”

“What? No, he doesn’t!” You rub your arm where their fingers tweaked you, flabbergasted by their sudden proclamation. 

“Yes, he does! How did I miss it?” They run their fingers through their hair, letting the shiny locks flop back into place. “It makes sense now! All that bickering was just sexual tension!”

“Uh, nothing makes sense, especially you right now! And why the pinching??”

“Sorry, I just got excited.” Jimin grins, and you roll your eyes. 

“But what the hell makes you think he’s into me? Because he’s buying me a Coke after I told him off?” 

Jimin leans back in their seat, still smiling smugly. “‘Told him off’ is putting it mildly. I know I told you to own your power, but damn! No, I’m referring to the way he reacted when you passed out. I’ve never seen someone look so panicked. If I hadn’t been freaking out myself, I would’ve found it cute.”

You clutch Jimin’s hand, giving them a little squeeze. “Sorry I gave you a scare. I really do feel okay right now. But you’re wrong.” 

“Mmm, I don’t know. You didn’t see his face when the EMTs were checking you over.” Jimin shakes their head. “He was so worried. I’m telling you, he’s got it bad."

Taehyung strolls back out of the food court, effectively ending the conversation. He holds out a can and you take it with a barely audible thank you. 

As if they were waiting for a cue, Jimin jumps up. “If you think you’ll be okay here, I’m gonna go find the others and let them know what they missed,” they announce, barely waiting for your nod before they spin on their heel and skip off towards the main ballroom, baseball bat swinging merrily.

Leaving you and Taehyung sitting in awkward silence. 

You tap the top of the soda can before cracking it open. Taehyung notes the action, eyebrow lifting again. “You afraid I shook that up first?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” you scowl reflexively before noting the soft smile on his face. “What?” 

“Nothing.” Your glare informs him that you don’t believe him. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” 

“Hmm,” you hum, taking a sip. 

“You don’t believe me?” he drawls, looking slightly offended. 

“Taehyung. I never believe anything that comes out of your mouth. What makes you think I’m going to start now?” Setting the can on an empty chair next to you, you try to cross your arms, but the corset’s too stiff, so you let your hands rest on your thighs.

He blinks slowly. “Well, I suppose I could show you instead. Seeing is believing, right?” And one of his hands comes to rest on yours. 

“Uh…” The feel of his fingers tapping lightly on the back of your hand freezes you completely. For once, you’re at a loss for words. However, Taehyung is not. 

“I know we have our… disagreements… but I do enjoy your company,” he states matter-of-factly, as if he’s telling you something mundane like what time it is instead of confessing his true feelings. If you closed your eyes, you’d recognize that tone as his usual detached languor. Except now, staring at his expression, you realize - he’s nervous. And overcompensating by trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. 

But his eyes give him away. 

“I will also admit that I have perhaps fallen into a habit of goading you. A little.”

“A little!”

He frowns, fingers stilling. His hand is so warm, heat leaching into you where his skin touches yours. “Fine. A lot. I can’t help myself. It’s just… you’re so cute when you’re angry.” 

“I’m - what?” 

Taehyung leans forward, seeming rather pleased with himself for shocking you with his statement. There’s that self-satisfied smirk of his again. But that glimmer in his eyes… he looks… fond? 

Oh god, Minnie’s right, aren’t they?

“Do you remember the first time we met? At Kook-ah’s party?” Speechless, you just nod at his question. “I thought you were so pretty that I got a little tongue-tied. You tried to talk to me and asked me what I thought about some movie that you’d just seen, and I kind of shrugged, because I couldn’t speak. You took that to mean I didn’t like it, and immediately launched into a monologue about how misunderstood the film was and so on,” he waves his hand in the air.

Thanks to an intense flip-cup tournament, that night is mostly a blur, but you do somewhat remember getting into an argument with Taehyung as soon as you’d met him. But you definitely don’t remember him being tongue-tied, not that night or any other since you’ve known him. 

“But you’ve never had any problems talking around me! I’d even say you talk too much!” 

He laughs, and suddenly he’s smiling at you, this ridiculously sweet, kinda boxy smile, and your heart leaps in your chest. 

“That’s because I learned that night how you’re even more beautiful when you’re fired up about something. When you speak with passion…” He trails off, shaking his head. “I actually agree with a lot of your opinions, you know. But I can’t resist pretending to disagree, just to watch you light up. It’s addictive.” 

You’ve not noticed until this moment how thick his eyelashes are, as he leans even closer. Or how long and graceful his fingers are as he grasps your hand off the table, cradling it in his lap. 

“I’m sorry. I guess I took it too far. I know how excited you are to be here today, so I’m sorry if I ruined it.”

If you weren’t already stunned, that statement would’ve done it. Kim Taehyung apologizing? The two of you are sitting thigh to thigh now, your hand still between his. 

“Um. Well. Thank you?” 

“You said earlier that you don’t know why I’m here today. Do you really not know?” 

Tearing your gaze away from where you were staring at his hands, you glance at his face. You know, all in all, it’s really not a bad face. 

You must have a funny expression on your own, because he laughs, this low chuckle that makes your chest hum, like he’s hit a frequency that resonates only there. 

“Why are you laughing?” you ask, eyes dropping to his lips.

“Because you make me happy.” He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath on your face. “That’s why I’m here. To be near you.”

“Noona!” 

As if pulled sharply by invisible strings, you and Taehyung snap apart, his hands dropping yours. Your head swivels in the direction of Jungkook’s voice to see him bounding towards the cluster of chairs, your other friends in tow. 

He drops to his knees in front of you, cupping your cheek as his worried eyes sweep over your face. “Are you okay?? Minnie told us what happened.” 

Okay, maybe you’re right to be so soft for this kid. “I’m okay, Kookie. I appreciate the concern, though.”

“She’s fine, Kook-ah,” Taehyung mutters, suddenly standing. “Here. Have a seat.”

Dazed once again, you watch as Taehyung ambles off. Jungkook and the rest are asking you questions, but you’re not listening. There’s annoyance roiling in your belly again, but it’s not from anything Taehyung said this time. 

It’s for the interruption. 

In five steps you’ve caught up to Taehyung, who merely raises his eyebrows when you tug on his arm. He doesn’t say a word as you grab him by the nape of his neck. Doesn’t even breathe as you guide his face towards yours.

But as soon as your lips touch his, he comes alive. His arms lock around you, drawing you in. He tilts his head to bring you closer, pressing more of his mouth against yours. There’s an entire room full of strangers around you, but you couldn’t care less. Eyes fluttering shut, you lean into him, fingers lacing through his thick hair. He lets out a little moan as you accidentally tug on the silky strands and the sound, and immediately you repeat the action, drawing another gentle groan. 

He pulls away then, cheeks flushed as he gazes at you. “Probably shouldn’t do too much of that here,” he murmurs in a deep timbre.

“Eh, it’s comic con. I’m sure they’ve seen stranger than a Jedi and a supervillain making out,” you grin as you take his hand, leading him to a quiet corner of the atrium. A glance at your friends finds them all mid-gawk. Jimin in particular looks like they’re having an out-of-body experience.

You know the feeling.

“I thought you were pretty, too,” you admit shyly. 

Taehyung blinks. “What?” 

“When we met. I - I thought you were the prettiest guy I’d ever seen. And I live with Jimin and Kookie.” 

Taehyung’s boxy smile returns. He brushes gentle fingertips over your knuckles. “So, are we okay?”

“We will be. Once you’re made up for all that time wasted arguing.”

The warmth in his gaze overwhelms you. Makes you want to wrap yourself up in it and never leave. “That’s a lot to make up for.”

“Yep. Better get to work,” you whisper before he captures your mouth with his. 

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

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[bat-fuckers-incorrect-quotes]

Selina added [Minkhoa Khan] to the chat

Selina changed [Minkhoa Khan]’s name to [Khoa]

Khoa: what is this and why was I added

Selina: i saw you leaving wayne manor without your shirt yesterday and you left some underwear in Bruce’s room

Selina: i know what you did

Selina: so yeah, welcome to the batfuckers

Harley: 🥳welcome 

Joker: ooooooo fresh meat >:)

Nashton: hey bestie khoa 💅

Clark: hi! 

Gordon: Is that the Ghostmaker? 

Khoa replied to Joker: is that the Joker? Why is he here?

Nygma: riddle me this, do birds fly?

Khoa: yes?

Nygma: there’s the answer to your question. Also bats has fucked him like a lot

Joker: well, birds don’t always fly. They can’t after you hit them with a crowbar!

Nashton: so true, bestie joker

Khoa: wait. Selina, aren’t you batman’s wife? And youre just cool with all of these people having sex with him? 

Selina: oh yeah i’m his wife and yeah im just cool with it

Selina: he isn’t the only one with a side piece or two 👀@harley

Harley: 😘Ivy says hi too babe

Talia: I am also Beloved’s wife, he just never chooses to acknowledge our prior engagement. 

Harley: Tali! We never see you here! Good to see u again

Nashton: omg hey bestie talia

Talia: Hello to you as well, Edward. 

Harvey: selina, did you really need to add my work phone to this hellhole?

Hush: she did the same to me. 

Harley: oh that was me, not selina! I thought it’d be funny for you guys to go to crime boss meetings and just have this chat blowing up your phone the whole time lol

Nygma: riddle me this, quinn, how would it feel if someone of about my height threw a baseball bat directly at your head?

Harley: not good. Your point?

Nygma: stop adding our work phones to this chat.

Harley: oh go fuck yourself 

Khoa: how do i leave

Nashton: that’s simple bestie. you don’t. 

[somemultifandomshit]

Eddissy headcanons living in my head rent free

It’s the alternate universe where they’re at Eddie’s concert backstage and he asks what’s her favorite song and he plays it for her at his place so she lives

They help kick some serious Vecna ass in the upside down

Eddie doesn’t leave her side in the upside down until Robin tells him the girls can handle themselves

Eddie gives her his leather jacket to stay warm

They split up looking for Nancy’s guns

Steve and Eddie have a heart to heart about telling the girls about their feelings before their possible deaths

Chrissy’s weapon of choice is a baseball bat, resembling an 80’s version of Harley Quinn

Eddie’s thumb brushing the dirt across her cheekbone, smiling softly at Chrissy commenting he likes the messy look on her

Eddie pulling Chrissy by his jacket to kiss her after they’ve burnt Vecna to a crisp in a whisper of “you’re never getting rid of me now Cunningham”

The gang having sleepovers for a whole month after the Vecna events from the PTSD, the girls stay at Nancy’s the boys usually at Dustin’s

Going back to school and being known as the town heroes

Everyone has newfound popularity from saving the world

Eddie and the Hellfire club are the most popular

Chrissy and Eddie can’t find time to spend together with all the new Hellfire sign ups and friends they make

But Eddie always finds a minute of everyday to find her and check in on her

He’ll stop by when she’s at her locker, or pull her aside on the way to another class

“You good, Cunningham?”

“Yes there’s just one thing, you should know I have a boyfriend. He’s very protective and he’ll be here any minute in a jealous rage.”

“A jealous rage, huh?” His arms looped around her back while hers circle his neck. “He sounds like the total package, I bet he’s got killer looks too.”

“He’s okay.”

“Eddie come on let’s go!” Getting dragged away before he can kiss her goodbye

They rarely get a minute alone, they spend a week trying to get a second with the other to plan a date

When Eddie realizes it he climbs up her window and asks her out to dinner, properly

I got carried away with this but let me know if people want more of this universe cause I’m in love

[babblydrabbly]

My Type (Jealous!Rick Flag x Reader)

[Gif]

Pairing(s): (Rick Flag x Reader)

Characters: Rick Flag, Lots of Harley Quinn, Peacemaker, Superman, Mentions of Wonder Woman, Batman.

Rating: T?, Basically fluff. Some kissing. 

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warning(s): Language, guns/violence.

Summary: The Suicide Squad is out on a mission and gets intercepted by the Justice League. After they fight together to stop the bad guys, The League waits with them to see everyone off back to base. Rick notices that Reader is openly captivated by Superman, and Superman is just as interested. 

A/N: From this imagine. I picture the DCEU Justice League. 

Taglist: @lacontroller1991​

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Rick Flag didn’t know what he was looking at. 

It wasn’t enough that Harley seemed to be her chatty, social self even with half of the Justice League— But the fact you had wandered over to the group too, idly speaking as the squad waited for their jet? Rick stood by himself, empty rifle slung over his shoulder as he pretended not to watch. 

The rubble around them continued to smoke, a few of the bad guys still groaning as they sat in a huddle, tied together with Wonder Woman’s lasso. Task Force X had ended their mission up on an isolated plateau with little hope of getting out in tact. There was no back up, no back up plan. It was the kind of mission that— well— 

The kind Rick didn’t really love seeing you say yes to. 

You were capable, strong, and a hell of a shot with your own rifle. If Rick could count on anything, he knew he could count on you. Even today, the Colonel knew his back was covered— Both on the ground by Harley Quinn, and up in your nest overlooking the operation from above. But after missions like these, all Rick really wanted to do was sit down in the dirt beside you, to look over at you and see that you were okay. He found himself anticipating the moment when the two of you would share the look that said: We made it.

So, imagine his mild bewilderment when, instead of beelining it over to Rick as you tended to do after the all clear, you had instead approached the group of spandex and shining emblems on the other side of the courtyard. Rick observed the way you crossed your arms over your tactical suit, the way you nodded shyly when Superman— Fucking Superman turned his full attention to you. 

“So, what’s this mean?” A voice said, and Rick glanced to see Peacemaker was done packing up his things. Rick Flag found Peacemaker to be a useful addition to the squad on occasion. When he wasn’t using every excuse to kill every damn thing with a pulse. Rick considered submitting another request for a psych-eval when he was in charge of picking the next team with Peacemaker on it. 

“What’s what mean?” Rick eventually replied. What did it mean? He caught you throwing your head back in a brief laugh, the sentiment returned by the alien towering over you. Harley throws an arm around your shoulder, saying something in your ear that earns her a bashful push back. That was it— You were being coy. 

“This was a covert mission, Flag. The League’s not wondering why we were here in the first place?”

“Yeah,” Flag agreed. A frown pulls the corners of his mouth down. The action causes a sharp sting, a fresh cut splitting his bottom lip down the center. He blinks, suddenly realizing Peacemaker’s still waiting for an answer. “Yeah— No. Waller’s already covering it.” He continues, pointing to his own ear piece. There’s chatter over the comms that only Flag can hear as team leader. If anything, Harley was doing a good enough job distracting the heroes. 

After a failed attempt to hug ‘Batsy’ goodbye and an enthusiastic wave at Diana, Harley skips back to the squad side of the courtyard with her baseball bat over her shoulder, leaving you to finish up your conversation with Superman. 

“Are we hittin’ the road or what, Flag? I got a book I’m dyin’ ta finish at home.” ‘Home’, as in her cell back in isolation. She leans her weight down on her bat, pushing it into the broken pieces of glass and cement. 

“Helloooo, Earth to Flag.” She pokes him in the chest, right beside a wound that had just crusted over with blood. Rick’s face twists in annoyance, waving her pale hand away. 

“Yeah, pick up’s coming.” He says hurriedly, and suddenly he needs to recheck the assets they have stacked up in unlabeled boxes waiting to be taken back to Waller. The crime queen lifts her brows, blinking a few times. 

“Flag.”

“What.”

“Flag.”

“What, Harley! What did I say about vexing me?” His attempts to command authority fizzle out as he hears the exasperation in his own ears. He dares not look at the painted grin threatening to split Harley’s mischievous face in two. She kicked the bat back up over her shoulder and hopped onto the boxes for a seat. 

“They’re gettin’ along pretty well, huh?” She shrugs. “You didn’t think [y/n] was a total Supes groupie, did’ja? You should’a seen her face when he did his dumb landing. Thought she was gonna drop her gun.” 

“Feel free to stop talking.” He grumbled. From the corner of his eye he saw that the Batman’s vehicle was taking off, the rest of the League going their separate ways. Above them, the wind whipped with their own approaching ticket out of here. 

Meanwhile, you join the squad with a little pep in your step. Rick nearly rolls his eyes. On the way home, you spend it mostly chatting with Harley as Rick hunkered down quietly in the co-pilot’s chair.

By the time Rick Flag is standing below the hot spray of a shower in his room back on base, he’s still scoffing to himself. Superman. He tells himself to stop, to take all of — whatever this is — and let it wash down the drain below him with the dirt and the blood. He’ll write up his report, and leave this burning feeling behind in his chest like he leaves all the feelings he has to let go after a Task Force X op.

Well, not every feeling.

Rick is toweling himself off and slipping into a pair of gray sweatpants when your knock pierces the silence. Rick glances at the clock to see it’s nearly three in the morning before going to the door. Despite being surprised to see you standing in the doorway, a bit a relief flushes through him.

You let yourself in wordlessly with a curious expression. You’re in your own after work wear— A pair of sports leggings and a sweater. You’re also holding a large white box.

“...Shit.” Rick utters. 

You nod, hopping up onto the kitchenette counter with ease. There aren’t any appliances on the pressed counter tops— Hardly anything personal at all in Rick’s sparse quarters. Your own room is similar. Neither of you really took the time to cook while on duty, what with your lives always being swallowed up with work.

Which is why the two of you agreed that no matter what time you landed back at Belle Reve tonight, you were going to split a pizza right after debrief. That was three hours ago.

“You never came up.” You finally say, tossing the box open. Rick eased over to see half of a large pepperoni pizza already gone, the rest a solid, cold mess. “I didn’t even know if you still wanted to, considering you’re mad at me for something.”

“Why would I be mad?” A smile threatens to spread across Rick Flag’s face. You knew. Of course you did. You thread your fingers through his, guiding him over to the bed across the room. Rick lets you push him down carefully first, making sure not to open the cluster of stitches on his bare chest. You lower yourself onto him, straddling his firm lower torso with your palms splayed out on him. 

Your lips meet in a tentative kiss. You feel as Rick sighs, lets his arms come up to wrap around you firmly. 

The two of you had never said what this was— Never spoken it aloud. Don’t jinx it, you think to yourself after every mission. Every stolen side glance as dawn rose and you were both still alive again. What was certain was that you cared about one another. That’s all you could ask for.

You couldn’t wait to tease Rick with news about how you’d finally knocked something off your bucket list: Meeting Superman. You knew it would annoy him, hearing about how a few years ago you had a picture of the mysterious hero as your phone wallpaper. You could picture him scoffing at the word ‘hero’. In your line of work, not everyone had the power to live in such black and white terms— Just look at Task Force X.

So when Rick plopped down in the cockpit and didn’t come out, you figured Waller needed him to clear up the mess with the Justice League; You’d have time together after landing and the debrief. That was at midnight. Now...

“You’ve got a type, darlin’” He finally said after a few moments of kissing and running fingers through one another’s hair. You snorted, pulling away to slot yourself comfortably down beside him. Propping your head up on your arm, you looked up at Rick’s face. “I don’t know what you mean.”

This time Rick snorts, pretending to push you away. The action lets you know he’s okay. The two of you were okay. You kept your gaze on your best friend. Rick reaches for the neckline of your sweater, plays with the knitted wool. 

“Yeah, you do. Fellas ten feet taller than you with a uniform and a mission.” You laugh out loud at that. 

“Is that right? I believe Harley’s exact words were ‘tall, muscular do-gooders with hearts of gold’.” You shot back. Rick blinks up at you, the quip clicking into place. 

“She said something to you?” 

“Of course she did. Anything to vex you.” You grinned. Rick had half a mind to kiss the look off your face. Then, “She didn’t have to, though.”

“No?” He asked carefully, searchingly. 

You shake your head. You relish the touch of his cheek, his face beneath the pads of your fingers. “You’re my type, Rick Flag.” 

You stay like this. Your lips gravitating together again in another slow, languid kiss.

“Just without all the spandex, to clarify.” He murmurs against you. 

You pull away again. “Technically, it’s a special Kryptonian fabric—”

“—Alright! Enough Superman talk.”

Rick flips the two of you, trapping your body between his arms and legs. You laugh. The pizza on the countertops goes forgotten til dawn. 

[swartzsword]

Gotham Night

Haryley Quinn x Reader

Warning: Violence, Blood, Language, Peril, Sensuality

A/N: First FanFic! If you have any requests please feel free to ask!

Even though you were running for your life, Harley had never looked as beautiful as she did in that moment.

You felt as though time had stopped. No fear, no worries, just her deep gorgeous blue eyes staring longingly into yours.

"Puddin..?"'

You had no idea Joker's henchmen were behind you. You could have been ended, if it wasn't for Harley and her trusty bat...

"You okay puddin?"

Time suddenly speeds back to normal, as if someone unpaused your life and was ready to resume play of your reality. Harley was wiping the blood away from her cheek, nonchalantly as if wiping away a small kiss that was a little too wet.

"Harles...?"

"Yes baby you are okay. Follow me, Mr. J won't like this one bit."

Harley stood up, and looked around the alley. Her pigtails bouncing ever so slightly as she moved her head from one direction to another. Following her, you get to your feet, feeling the world spin around you as you adjust to being off the ground. Bodies lay spread in the alley, knocked out cold from Harley's acrobatics.

"Come on baby, let's get going."

She begins to run, you chase after her. Her scent fills your nose as the wind blows through her hair, causing your knees to buckle ever so slightly.

"Shit" She says while looking into the sky. "B-man always has to come ruin the fun"

The Bat signal hangs overhead, threating and ominus, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Don't worry schnookums" she says while glacing at you, batting her long lashes in your direction, "I won't let B-Man hurt you."

You trust her, you know that she won't let anyone hurt you. Love fills your heart.

"I love you Harles."

"I love you too baby"

It's been a few months since you and Harley ran out of Jokers hideout together. You remember the excitement you felt, how wrong it was, with Joker screaming after you in the distance.

"YOU FUCKED UP THIS TIME HARLEY, YOU REALLY DID"

"I think we are safe now"

You colapase onto a chair, back into the rundown apartment that you and Harley have been staying in. There's not much too it, just a few chairs, a crappy TV and a matress that has had the pleasure of being a little too broken in over the last few weeks. Harley plops onto the floor crossing her legs smiling up at you.

"Ooof, that was FUN! Wasn't it sweetums?"

Exhasperated, you smile at her, not really sure if that is what you would call fun, but her smile convinces you otherwise.

"Yeah baby it was fun" You exhale, still trying to catch your breath.

She stands up, walking over to you, and climbs onto the chair. Strattling you.

"I need to teach you how to fight" She says as she nuzzels into your chest, "What will happen if I'm not there next time?"

The same thought has passed through your mind a few times tonight.

"Well thats a good idea, when should we start?

"Ehhh, tomorrow" replies Harley as she yawns. "Tonight we can start with flexiblity exercises."

Standing up, she winks at you, removing her baseball T-shirt, and leggings. You stare in utter awe and shock at her toned, pale body, Thoughts rush through your head at a mile a minuet.

She climbs onto the bed, beckoning you to come over.

"Let's begin."

[zhonglisteafriend]

Before the Halloween Party

Litrature Club Drabble/Imagine

Pairing: yn x bts, yn x namjoon, yn x seokjin, yn x yoongi, yn x hoseok, yn x jimin, yn x taehyung, yn x jungkook 

Summary: It’s time to party with y/n and the litrature club at the schools halloween party, but a unpleasant suprise awaits them.

Wordcount: 779

Warnings: Fake Blood

Halloween is a holiday that some of the seven princes have always found annoying. But now that they see their sweetheart, (y/n), bouncing back and forth so happily and excitedly about the school's Halloween celebration, it's worth it to them to go to the party with her. 

Yes all seven are (yn)'s date for the evening. They were secretly hoping that the girl would choose only one of them. But after all seven have invited her, she has had the idea of going to the party with eight of them. 

None of the seven is very keen on having to deal with the other six, but refusing would have meant leaving (yn) alone with the others and no one wanted that. 

Now they are all standing together outside the school gates waiting for the girl of their dreams. 

She insisted on not being picked up, no matter how much the seven royals insisted. 

"You look like a joke Jimin," Seokjin says. 

Jimin decided to go as a male Harley Quinn. The white and red T-shirt was a little tighter so that his well-built body could be seen a little better. The blue and red pants were more like leggings that showed off his trained legs well. His hair was also dyed with hair chalk for a day in the colors of the clown queen. In addition, matching makeup with the matching painted tattoos and white sneakers. The signature baseball bat rests on his left shoulder. 

"Says the real Lord Dracula," Jimin retorts. Seokjin hadn't exactly put a lot of effort into his costume, yet he looks good. He just got a normal black suit from his dressing room, plus a cape which was red on the inside and black on the outside, and glued on two canines. 

Namjoon rolled his eyes. He and Jungkook had similar costume ideas and were both facing each other as demons. 

Both wear black horns on their heads, not the normal devil horns you find everywhere. They run upwards before turning into a curl. Namjoon has chosen a red suit to go with it. Jungkook a black one. Jungkook also wears red contact lenses to match. Both wear the same rather large black wings to go with it on their backs. 

Hoseok wears only a white shirt with matching black pants and has makeup on his face to represent a skeleton.

Yoongi lost a bet with the club members and has to wear a maid outfit for today. Yoongi himself added fake blood to make it fit better for Halloween. He just wants to go home, but he stays for (yn) hoping she won't laugh at him like the guys. He knew she would never do such a thing, but a small voice of uncertainty in the back of his mind makes him uneasy nonetheless. 

No one knew exactly what Taehyung was. The club members asked him questions, but he didn't answer them. 

He just grins as if he knows something the others don't. The young artist prince is wearing a suit that is a bit torn and fake blood all over his body. 

Jimin drew in his breath excitedly. 

"Pull yourselves together (y/n) is coming." 

Six heads immediately turned in the direction of their dream girl. She stops in front of them with a giggle. (Y/n) is wearing a white wedding dress that was dirty and broken. Just like Taehyung, she is also covered in fake blood. 

"You look beautiful." 

"Thank you Jimin, but my costume is not complete yet. It's a partner costume." 

Six of the seven men turned slightly pale and their hearts beat faster. 

The first thing some of the young men thought of is if (y/n) might have invited someone else, a boy they might not even know yet. 

If that were the case, it would be a threat that they would have to get rid of. But it is not a stranger who comes to their side. It is Taehyung. Side by side, they look like a bride and groom. Jimin's grip on the baseball bat tightened, and Jungkook clenched his fists tightly. Of course so that (y/n) doesn't notice anything. Namjoon tensed his jaw and Hoseok rolled his eyes. 

Everyone thought (y/n) was beautiful no question, but it was the wrong man by her side.

"What a little bastard," Seokjin thinks, but he doesn't say it. So began the evening of the Halloween party. 

Six of the seven royals were sure of one thing: try to spend as much time as possible with (y/n) without Taehyung.��

They could talk to him later, without the young girl in the room.

[ohfuckitsriley]

I'm not even at the store yet, but I can sense that the people are facepalming at my current evening antics. You know who you are.

I'm doing a dumbass thing and going out after dark. I need to go to the store, I'll let you know when I get there. ✌️

[mutant34]

The Rogue Files: Riddler Profile

Person Of Interest: The Riddler

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Red

Weight: 185lbs

Height: 6'8

Real Name: Edward Nygma

(NOTE: His name was Nashton but he changed it to his mother's maiden name of Nygma. I think it's obvious why he didn't want his father's name)

Know Aliases: Edward Nashton

Diagnosis: ADHD, OCD, Anxiety Disorder, Autism Spectrum Disorder

Nicknames: Prince of Puzzlers, King of Conundrums, and The Clue Leaving Condrum.

Skills:

Hacking and Coding

Robotics and Engineering

Manipulation and Acting

Problem Solving

Friends:

Catwomen/Selina Kyle (have Been friends sense they were children)

Madhatter/Jervis Tetch

Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinnzel

Killermoth/Dury Walker

Frenemys:

Joker/Jack Napier

PoisonIvy/Pamela Isley

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

Enemies:

Batman

Batwomen

Nightwing

Robin

Batgirl

Hugo Strange

Aaron Cash

Commissioner Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Renee Montoya

Interesting facts:

Has a soft spot for children as well as victims of abuse and drunk driving

Mother killed in accident involving a drunk driver

He graduated with a masters at the age at 22

Many called him a once in a life time mind

Shot father in the forehead with a silver bullet from a revolver (when later questioned he stated he needed the silver bullet to kill a monster)

Shot his former boss in the forehead with a silver bullet

Bullied and attacked at school and abused by his father who would sometimes use a baseball bat.

The bullies and his father told him that he was nothing and that know one cared about him

His father destroyed his trophies, awards and report cards(he had straight A's)

Eddie worked for Mockridge Games where designed 9 games that were considered some of the most successful games in history, even long after Edward's arrest.

There were millions of articles written about him and he appeared on the cover of several magazines

Mockridge fired him and a million others just to put more money in his pockets and to make matters worse Mockridge still owned the rights to all of Eddie's hard work, his life's work

Eddie got mugged and shot in the stomach

Eddie would end up homeless for two and half months

This Is On Going Research On Patient: ????

I edited some things sense it's my version of Riddler I added snd changed some things and they'll make sense later.

I made up the nicknames Clue Leaving Condrum. What do you think?

I made his eyes blue instead of green it just weird everything green and his eyes just happened to be green I thought the blue would be different and add a little contrast.

I'm going with red hair because let's face it that's the superb choice

The name was his mother's maiden name I though it be kinda cool. He resents the name Nashton because of his father and takes up his legendary last nameof Nygma, the last name of his LOVING mother. I tried make it more realistic.

Yes his mother is loving, I just threw man a bone ok.

I went for young smart ass Riddler.

He a some what normal weight and he's freakishly tall sounds like Eddie.

Selina and Eddie childhood friends I know it sounds weird but it's actually a sweet story.

Reminder, this is my version of the story.

I imagine if Riddler ever carried a gun it be a revolver because those things are fancy nice clean looking and match riddler completely.

I promise this series is more then Riddler, I just have a lot of Riddler ideas right now

[redhoodieone]

Welcome Home

A/N: Hi everyone! This is an old fic that I’m re-posting for those who want to read it. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language and Smut.

  I knew my family was different the moment I found out my adoptive father was Batman. I was just a ten-year-old girl when I snuck down the stairs at midnight for a drink of water and spotted Batman leaving a trail of blood from his study and calling out for Alfred for help. The moment our eyes locked, Bruce instantly knew that I was clearly aware of his secret. He had also confessed it was him who saved me from a shootout that my parents were involved in and that it was him, as Batman. I felt I owed Bruce my own life for saving me, and I vowed to keep my father’s secret and pray that he would return home safely every night back to me.

It didn’t help that I soon discovered my adoptive older brother Dick Grayson was Robin. Not only did I have to keep his secret as well, but it made it more impossible to not have a crush on him. I mean, Dick has such a charming personality, beautiful baby blue eyes, and a devilish smile that can make any girl crawl on her hands and knees. And that ass…

I later found myself becoming the second Robin once Dick left to assume his own identity, Nightwing. Bruce trusted me, and he saw potential in me the second I told him I couldn’t see myself being a hero forever. Perhaps he never really wanted me to be his sidekick and figured if I got it out of my system that I could resume my life as a sixteen-year-old and do normal teenager activities. As if my life was normal anyways.

But things changed as soon as I was finally embracing myself as a hero. Bruce had taken in a new kid, Jason Todd. He was a troublemaker, a rebel, and a mysterious kid, who had never even spoken to me unless he had to. I don’t think my age helped the situation either; I was a couple of years older than him and he may not have seen me as an equal. But of course, the dark haired, icy blue eyed, bad attitude boy was given the Robin title, and I was removed because of a patrol-gone-wrong situation.

Stupid Harley Quinn and her baseball bat. Who knew one hit to my knee could bench me for two months (Alfred added an additional five months of rest).

Then the unthinkable happened. The second Robin was killed by the Joker. Jason Todd’s death put Bruce into a depression, and he swore he would never put another kid’s life in danger. Our father and daughter relationship broke apart before my very eyes. I spent my remaining teenage years in the mansion isolated, except for Alfred’s loving company.

I had graduated high school on time and I quickly decided to go to Gotham University to escape the Bat family. Before I moved out, I discovered Bruce had taken in another kid, Tim Drake, who was currently the new Robin. Was I hurt? Of course, I felt I was somehow replaced. Would I miss the Bat family? Maybe. Maybe not.

I did in fact wish the new younger Robin good luck. When Tim looked up at me, his light blue eyes were so innocent and frightened about me leaving him behind. I didn’t know why he would be so upset about me leaving; wouldn’t he want all of Bruce’s attention without me hanging around the mansion?

Now I’m twenty-one-years-old, and I’m still a student at Gotham University. Alfred had just called and informed me Bruce wants me back home.

As I sit in a taxi while anxiously waiting to pull up to Wayne Manor, I honestly don’t know why Bruce wants me back at home. Alfred has kept me up to date about the Bat family incidents and activities I have missed out those few years such as:

Dick Grayson becoming a womanizer (I saw it coming) and how he’s juggling working as a police officer and Nightwing. He’s still the favorite and golden child in Bruce’s eyes.

Jason Todd is back from the dead, and he’s currently operating his own team: Red Hood and the Outlaws (who knew he was leadership material underneath that thick skull of his?).

Tim Drake is Red Robin (does the fast food chain restaurant know about his superhero name?), and he’s currently assisting the Teen Titans when necessary while simultaneously aiding Bruce with detective work.

Damian Wayne is Bruce Wayne’s unknown biological child. I think he’s about fifteen-years-old now; from what I remember the last time I spoke to Alfred. I met Damian once, when Bruce asked me to meet him once Talia al Ghul practically dropped him off at Bruce’s doorstep. The boy was a little shit: bratty, stuck up, and insensitive. Even though he is the spitting image of Bruce, minus the different colored eyes (Bruce has blue and Damian’s are green), Damian claims he is set to take over the cowl when Bruce is either dead or done. God help us all…

But I still can’t figure out why I am needed back home. Is Alfred sick? Is Bruce dying after fighting all these years? Is it one of my brothers?

I jump in surprise once the taxi comes to a hard stop. After paying the man, I grab my duffel bag and I climb the front steps that I suddenly remember jumping off them as a kid. Alfred scolded me many times, and I still did it because being bad was fun.

I scoff loudly, and I jump down the five steps that would have given Alfred a heart attack. Maybe I haven’t changed as much as I thought.

I find the wooden front door unlocked, which is odd considering Alfred always makes sure to lock it. As a matter of fact, Alfred hasn’t greeted me like he always does when I come home. Where is Alfred?

After I unwrap my scarf, I pull my hoodie over my head to be more comfortable in the warm house. Sadly, I forgot to do laundry yesterday, so I came home in just my black yoga pants and red tank top. What would Alfred say?

I kick off my shoes and walk to the kitchen barefoot. Pulling my long hair into a ponytail, I notice a note on the counter that’s written for me. I unfold the note and stare at the nicest, well done cursive handwriting only one man can do here.

 Dear Lady Y/N,

I sincerely apologize for not being there to greet you properly. Master Bruce had wanted me to take my holiday to London early, and Lord knows I can use a week to myself after stitching up countless wounds, tidying up bedrooms and Bat caves, and playing messenger between you and your father. I have a cooked roast with garlic mash potatoes in the refrigerator if you are hungry. Do heat it up and perhaps show your father and brothers how to use the microwave.

I dearly love you and the boys,

 Love Alfred Pennyworth

P.S.

Look into the highest cabinet above the refrigerator, and you will discover a jar of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies just for you.

 I grin widely, and before I can turn around and find the cookies, I’m stuck between the counter and a tall, hard body behind me. I freeze.

“Welcome home, Y/N. I missed you so much,” Bruce whispers in my ear. I can feel his hot breath above my shoulder and neck. The familiar smell of his expensive cologne fills my nostrils. His large hands rub my legs and grip onto my hips very hard. “Did you miss me?”

“H-hi dad. W-what are you doing?” I ask softly, but I know it came out like a whisper. One of his hands is holding my waist, while the other caresses my abdomen. It feels strange considering Bruce is supposed to be my father, and we shouldn’t be this close or even touching each other. But a part of me wants to keep feeling his hands on me and see what he does next.

“Holding you. Smelling you. Touching you,” he answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He breathes harder when I press my backside against his front by accident. “It appears you want this too. Am I correct, Y/N?”

His hand pulls down my yoga pants enough, so he can reach into my underwear. Bruce continues to breathe hard from his nose when his fingers find my core. His thumb rubs fast circles on my clit, while he pushes two fingers inside me. I bite my bottom lip to stop a loud moan from coming out of me, but he appears he’ll have none of that. He stops fingering me.

“You better be loud, or I won’t let you cum, Y/N.”

Before I can beg him to keep going, he turns my face, so I can look him in those cold, pale blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re…not a virgin.” Bruce’s face is twisted in pleasure from just fingering me, but I can tell his lips are trembling and there’s a soft but pleading look in his eyes. This must hurt him as much as it’s hurting me.

“I-I’m not,” I confess, and wonder if he would change his mind if I said I was.

“Who was it with?” Bruce demands. He kisses along my shoulder to my neck before he bites on my soft spot. I hiss in pain and I grind into him again.

“Josh Mitchell. I was sixteen,” I answer harshly.

“Was he any good?”

Before I can answer, Bruce shoves the front of my body onto the counter, while he pulls down my yoga pants. My adrenaline is rushing, and I can feel myself wetting the counter from just his roughness. I can feel him unzip his pants and I can already imagine this thick, hard cock fucking me into oblivion.

“No, no he wasn’t good at all!” I cry out.

“Good, I’m actually relieved to hear that,” Bruce says, as he starts to stroke himself. “Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

I want to turn around and watch him jack off. Hearing him pleasure himself isn’t enough. Bruce then jams two fingers back into my pussy and I whimper loudly. It has been too long since I’ve been intimate with a man. I need his cock now!

“I asked you a question, Y/N. Do I need to remind you who you are supposed to answer to?” he says seriously before adding a third finger inside me. I grip the counter and I breathe harder. I find myself rubbing my pussy on the edge of the smooth countertop for more friction, but he grabs my hips and stops me. “Now, do you want me to fuck you, Y/N, or should I leave you here, so you can dry hump the countertop alone?”

I growl louder, while my nails scratch the counter top. “YES! Yes, I want you to fuck me, Dad!”

As soon as those words left my mouth, I immediately wonder if I killed the mood. Why would I call him ‘dad’ when we’re about to have hot, rough sex in the kitchen? I need to apologize. I push myself up on my elbows and I shift my head to the side to apologize. I open my mouth to speak but stop when Bruce’s eyes darkened, and he growls as he slams his thick cock inside me.

I moan louder than I have in my entire life. His cock fills me up so much that I fear I won’t be able to walk straight for the next week or two. Bruce lifts my legs up and continues to shove me against the counter with every hard thrust. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me. The man is practically drilling into me with no kindness at all.

“Oh fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So wet and so hot,” Bruce groans out. With each thrust, I can feel he wants to let go and fuck me like he owns me.

“Go ahead, Dad. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours,” I tempt him playfully.

Bruce growls and rams his cock faster into me. He keeps knocking the air out from my lungs, and I can feel my body pulsating against his. I grip the countertop harder each time, and I know my knuckles are turning white and becoming numb every second. With one hand on my hips, Bruce moves his other hand up my tank top to hold my tits.

“No bra? You’re a bad girl,” Bruce says in between panting.

“I forgot to do laundry,” I choke out.

“Excuses,” he manages to say, as he holds me up more, so he can penetrate me deeper. His cock is hitting a deeper spot in me. It must be my g-spot, because I have read about it but never actually felt it to know. I can feel myself clenching his dick tightly, and I know I’m getting closer to release. “You wanted me and your brothers to see your tits, huh?”

“Maybe,” I cry out louder than what I intended to. Fuck, what if one of my brothers hears me? They’ll really think I’m insane for fucking our father and for loving it every second. Bruce readjusts our position once more, so he can hit that spot continuously. “I-I think I’m going to cum!”

“Not yet, you better not!” Bruce growls, and drills into me harder and faster. With his powerful thrusts and the constant friction from the countertop on my clit, I know for a fact that I can’t last longer. His hands hold onto my hips while he fucks me harder than before.

I become a moaning mess. I can feel my mouth drop open because I feel liquid coming out from my core. Did I just squirt? What the hell is happening to me?

The sounds of skin on skin is louder because of my mess. I drop my head onto the counter while Bruce continues to fuck me. Before I can catch my breath, Bruce chuckles and lifts me up. “I just made you squirt. That has never happened before, has it?”

“No, that was my first time,” I answer breathlessly. He kisses my neck.

“You’re so wet,” Bruce grunts into my ear. Breathing heavily, he lifts my hips again, so he can rub my clit with his fingers. “You’re making a mess all over my cock. You’re such a bad girl.”

“I’m your bad girl,” I moan out, as I can feel another orgasm threatening to take over my body.

“Fuck yes, you are!” Bruce groans, and continues to shove his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

With every rough thrust, I know Bruce won’t last. I whimper once more when my pussy clenches his dick as he fucks me through my orgasm. A few more hard thrusts, Bruce pulls out and turns me over onto my back. He jacks himself off as I watch his cum spurt out all over my stomach.

Just seeing his hard, veiny thick cock before me turns me on once more. I lick my lips at how the tip of his dick glistens with his cum.

Bruce sighs heavily, and just when I think I should try to get up and clean myself, he pulls me up and kisses me. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and we explore each other’s mouths as if this was our last chance to. He pulls away from me and rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You belong to me, and the Batfamily. I don’t care who wants you, because you will never give them what you have given me. Do you understand?” Bruce asks, before giving me his famous bat glare.

“I understand, and I promise,” I swear before he kisses me once more.

“Good, now go wash up,” Bruce instructs before he helps me off the counter.

I grab a paper towel and wipe Bruce’s cum off my stomach before I pull up my yoga pants. As soon as I toss the damped paper towel into the trash, I immediately notice Dick Grayson is standing there at the entrance of the kitchen staring at me with fire in his eyes.

[alisinchainmail]

More from the crossover fanfic no one asked for but everyone's getting...

Kylo + Quinn: The Last Harlequin: Ch. 1.2

[Gif sources: Part 1, Part 2]

Writers' favorite excerpt from Kylo + Quinn Chapter 1.2 of The Last Harlequin:

He exhales sharply through his nose and straightens. "My Knights of Ren detected you in our no fly zone. You didn't respond to our warnings we sent, so we mistook you for a threat."

She rolls her eyes, annoyed at the jab. "I guess I'm going to have to forgive you and your little Space Knights of Ni for not knowing who I am..." She does a flashy roundoff back handspring and flips over him so she's between him and her bat. "Harley Quinn, nice to meet ya." She extends her now uncuffed hand to the dark knight.

Overcompensating with stillness to hide that he's impressed with the stunt from an Earth girl, he looks down his nose at her hand. "Kylo Ren," he says quietly, giving her the decency of a reply. 

Harley withdraws her hand, slightly offended he still doesn't seem to have heard of her, "Never heard of me? The Cupid of Crime? The Maiden of Mischief? Princess... of Darkness." She trails off on that last one, unsure if she recently lost that title. "Formerly..." she corrects it quickly.

Kylo plays her game, "Leader of the Knights of Ren, Champion of the First Order, and Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke." He takes a step towards her, towering over her. She tilts her head acknowledging she has no idea what any of that really means, either.

"You're not part of the Resistance," he states more than asks. "However, the vehicle you stole has connections to the Rebellion. How?"

Clearly there's a lot of space politics that is not public knowledge on Earth. Why would Bruce Wayne be involved in space wars? He's probably friends with that Elon Muskrat. He's pretty sus with all that Space X shit.

She responds innocently, "Look, I just saw the thing in some local billionaire's driveway, and thought, 'Why not go for a joy ride?'" Kylo steps closer studying her expressions. Harley squints, "What?!" 

Kylo shakes his head, "The Empire has no use for you then. We'll decide what to do with you, or what remains of you, when we're done searching the vehicle."

Harley squints at him, gathering a pretty clear psychological profile from that golden threat of a response, his list of self-important titles, and his demeanor. It all screams of daddy issues.

If he wanted to kill her, he would've done it already. Is he her enemy or a potential new ally? How far can she push this guy before she finds out the hard way? 

She smirks and fires off, "So...you're building a crown-rule empire because daddy kicked you out. And you think this is a big fuck you, but in actuality it's a very misguided attempt to win back his respect." Kylo grips his helmet, and narrows his eyes at her.

Harley slowly steps back towards her bat, she looks at his mask grinning, "Daddy wanted a son, so now he has to hide behind a mask...I get it!" Kylo slams his helmet down on a sidetable next to him. This was too easy!

Harley continues, "Awh it's ok! I bet your mom still loves you. Mom's usually do... if they have the time to notice you through your desperate attention-seeking behavior." He looks in shock. 

She's really hitting a nerve with this guy. How is he so easy to read? "Or maybe you're trying to destroy the very thing that distracted her from you in the first place. Classic only child syndrome. She's part of this rebellion thing isn't she? Gotta love a rebel girl." Kylo lurches at her.

Harley lunges for the bat, but Kylo quickly raises his hand at it, sending it flying across the room. Harley looks at her empty hand, then across the room where it landed. What is he? Some sort of space wizard?

Harley shakes off her confusion, "Won't let me play with your toys? What would I expect from an only child with deep-seated father issues?"

Kylo yells, "Stop...TALKING," as he grabs at Harley. She dodges. Time to go all in.

"Tell me, what did dear old dad do to you? Or was it someone else? Got an uncle who paid some unnecessary visits to your bedside when mommy and daddy were away?"

Kylo clenches his fist and rolls his eyes. That was a hit. Harley taunts, "Awwhhh did I sink your battleship?"

"ENOUGH," he roars, grabbing a handle from his hilt and firing out a massive red flaming greatsword.

Harley stares at the new weapon in disbelief. "Come on! Lazer swords?! At least let me use my dinky baseball bat. I'm Little League compared to that!"

Co-Writer's (Brian) Notes:

I love this as an introduction to their relationship. Harley always has to get the last word in and Kylo is always struggling to keep his composure. Both their characteristics make them butt heads, and also is why they work.

They’re always gonna have a back forth with their personalities. A yin and yang basically where he’ll constantly try and stay level and she’ll try to trip him up.

Writer's (Alisin) Notes:

I like this part of the scene for their chaotic, impulsive energy playing off each other in different ways. Also for her first exposure to the world of Star Wars, which her inexperience with the world helps me get away with the fact I still haven't seen all of the Star Wars franchise yet and am newer to the fandom. We're sort of figuring out the world together.

I wanted them to be fairly evenly matched, which — much like with Rey— is Kylo's first experience with someone on equal ground like that, so it throws him off at first.

Harley is skilled with getting in people's heads from a psychoanalytical standpoint, whereas Kylo uses more of a brute force approach later in the scene. Luke criticized the way the Knights of Ren use the dark side of the force as being unskilled "like a hammer". I bring that characterization into Kylo.

Kylo wields his emotions and fighting style with a lot of intensity rather than precision and agility. In spite of his bloodline making him a more powerful force wielder, he can be quite clumsy with it. As though his power is greater than himself and the conflict he carries disrupts his clarity in his actions, while also fueling the power of the dark side through his raw emotion.

With Harley, I like to keep her dancing in between both, since as a character she is more morally gray.

Her weapons of choice are sometimes literal hammers but her fighting style and wit can be very fluid and agile, similar to the fighting styles of those who utilize the light side of the force. Her actions are impulsive, but not clouded in self-judgements. Without the Joker's influence, she knows herself well enough to have some faith that her impulses are in alignment with her fluid morality.

And to bring it all back ti Brian's point:

Kylo is brute force like Harley’s weapon and she’s skilled and precise like a sword, his weapon. Neither will admit it but both could run into situations where the others methods work better. Harley has been forced to be chaotic in her approach for so long she’s sort of rebelling against it in her style. Kylo has been wielding the force like a hammer for so long that everything looks like a nail. This further adds to their yin and yang relationship dynamic and how they’ll be able to survive by adapting the others' strengths when they need them.

[GIF Source: Part 1, Part 2]

Check out the full chapter on Wattpad: The Last Harlequin. For mature audiences only.

Kylo and Harley's first meeting was originally going to be more simple, but then it just took a life of its own. This whole chapter was originally 4 parts for the Tiktok series, and now it's pushing 16 on Wattpad...and I'm still not done writing it. I have a drug trip scene in the works where they take an intense hallucinogen called Jabbawaska. Yes, this is how ridiculous the Wattpad gets. They're fun characters to write for and it's interesting to see how they bring new characteristics out of each other.

Episodes are currently being posted daily on Tiktok: @KyloQuinnCrossover. Chapter 1 exists in full on YouTube.

Part 1: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePNHnKH/

Part 2: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePNAJAE/

Part 3: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePNGWTx/

Part 4: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePNGwEn/

Ch.1.10 WP Promo: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePN4pAy/

Ch.1.11 WP Promo: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePNPmUS/

Ch.1.12 WP Promo: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePNsnY7/

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.

repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME. Harleen Frances Quinzel NICKNAME(S). Harley Quinn, Queen of Crime, Clowntess of Coney Island, Pumpkin TITLE(S). DOCTOR - at least in theory AGE 28 SPECIES.Human GENDER. Cis-Female ALIGNMENT. Chaotic. INTERESTS. Gymnastics, smushing people with baseball bats, smushing people with mallets, smushing bats/birds/anything else that may attack first PROFESSION. Criminal (supposedly), vigilante (eh?), former psychiatrist BODY TYPE.  Athletic, slim but with curves EYES. Blue HAIR. Blonde with pink and blue dip dye (verse dependent). SKIN. Pale FACE. Made up but maybe messy, no foundation because there’s none in her shade. HEIGHT. 5′7″ (170cm) VOICE. Higher-pitched Brooklyn drawl COMPANIONS. Ivy and Selina sometimes, Bud and Lou, Bernie the beaver and nathan the daschund. ANTAGONISTS. the guy who burnt down her favoruite hot dog bodega, anyone else she didn’t like that morning. COLORS. Red, Black, Pink, Blue. FRUITS. Peach. DRINKS. Coffee and Cola. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? Everything, and yes. Cocktails are a bonus. DRUGS? When the added kick is needed. DRIVERS LICENSE? Suspended.

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