#even if clockwork didn't ensure it in the first place

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #30

Salvage Tomorrow.

Imagine dis...

Every flash who has ever gone back in time tried to make the future a little bit better. From the main Flash Barry Allen to his future grandchild, Bart Allen. But he came from a desolate future, a future of ruins. He may have the power from the original Flash but it had been watered down, he may be fast but not as fast as the fastest man in the world, so the question is… 

How did he come back to the past?

He did not have enough energy or power to travel through the speed force and through time to safely arrive in the past without disintegrating himself… So how?

….

Danny Fenton also known as “Phantom” was thrust into another mission by Clockwork but instead of his usual errands where he needs to retrieve something, this time he needs to ensure a certain event must happen.

When Danny asked which point of time he would be sent Clockwork admitted that he would be sent to the future where Dan came from.

That startled Danny because as far as he is concerned the future is now gone and the main event where Dan is formed has been avoided, also Dan is slowly mellowing out and he is very sure Dan developed a soft spot for him. Clockwork sensing his ward’s question chose to open a portal to that timeline and began to explain. There is another event that must take place just as after Dan goes back in time just to ensure he was made, a speedster was supposed to travel back in time to prevent another major apocalypse and he needed a bit of help.

Clockwork also suggested Dan to come along, Dan is a bit skeptical since he left an impression on the remaining humans. Danny assured him that he could do this alone and he had done it multiple times. Dan just snarked back that Danny might be attacked and it would be a shame if he died from a puny human.

With much more arguing Danny was sent back to the past to help the Flash at the time to go back in the past.

…

When Danny gets to the end of the portal, The scene surrounding him is eerie, with degradation and ruins that represent the once-thriving society that he remembers. Collapsed buildings and overgrown plants litter the streets, showing the remnants of a once-thriving community. Danny can practically taste the ash that clung in the air.

There he was, He couldn't help but wince at the future that his future self did, no wonder the Observants wanted him dead the moment Danny gained his ghostly powers. He can barely sense any living being as for the undead one, immediately cleared out of his way the moment he even breathed in his direction. Using invisibility he flew to the nearest human camp that he had sensed after 3 days of exploring for any signs of life. According to Dan, Danny remembers, that he knew there was a small group of humans who survived the initial killings and tried to hide from him 

He saw that the majority of them were civilians living off the scraps they had found in the ruins of their cities. Some were trying to plant some seedlings into the soil, but Dan had poisoned the soil with ectoplasm as a form of a slow execution or some sort. All of them are weary and vigilant as if Dan would come back any moment to finish them off.

Of course, Danny can't just stroll there, from the way they tense they would run off any minute plus he didn't know which one would go to the past. 

At first, he started off helping them in terms of small things like if they were a bit cold during the night a few more blankets would appear. They were running out of drinkable water, a trail suddenly appeared towards a small creak that wasn't infected by the ectoplasm. 

At first, everyone was able to brush it off as a stroke of luck but then the remaining heroes or those who have a connection to the said former heroes began to doubt the sudden gifts they tried to catch the person giving them gifts but it took a child’s laughter to catch their invisible helper.

…

Danny was just dropping off another small batch of supplies hidden a few feet away from the main group so that when they went exploring they could find the said supplies. The group for exploration left the camp leaving with a few children who had survived along with some young adults to watch over the said kids. One of the kids began crying as if their situation finally sunk in, Danny who was still invisible tried to comfort the child but it was then the group to explore went back and Danny forgot to turn on his invisibility, Let us just say panic ensued.

…

After the entire fiasco of yelling, shouting, fear, and screaming they can talk civilly to each other after a few weeks of Danny proving himself further that he is not Dan despite looking like a smaller carbon copy of the man.

Danny didn't want his relationship with Dan to be known so he let them draw their conclusion, he heard from afar that they were slowly trying to trust him as if he was truly Dan they would have killed them already since Dan broadcasted his fight, do you even call a massacre a fight? To enjoy their screams.

Danny was too elated to hear the good news that he missed their conclusion of him being Dan’s son who is trying to do good despite their father being the cause of such an apocalypse.

A Bat, from the insignia etched to their chest, finally interrogated Danny on why is he there and Danny homestyle told them that he could be a battery. At first, a flash of surprise etched on their face then went back to their neutral form. The said Bat member asked how Danny knew, Danny evaded the question and proceeded to insist that he could help whomever they were sending to the past since not only they are missing the needed parts to their machine but they also needed a battery powerful enough to power up the machine.

…

After a much-needed trade and interrogation, they finally decided to let Danny help. With Danny’s expertise, they were able to finish the pod to let one of them travel back in time. Bart Allen was chosen as not only he is a speedster but when it comes to the delicate balance of time travel the Flash’es are the ones to handle it. 

Just as they fire the pod that contains Bart, Dan suddenly appears looking grimly at the group, Danny, and the machine. Bart’s final moments before he was sent to the past were the horrified looks from the group that protected him and Danny’s scared/grimacing face at the face of Dan.

…

The last remaining group of humans slowly disappears as a result of Bart’s change in the timeline. The Bat looks at Danny with a determined look trying to blurt out codes to Danny that if he ever needed help the Bats in the past should recognize the code. 

Bart and The Last Bat can’t help but get close to the ghost boy who despite his father tries to do good.

…

As the last human disappeared Danny can’t help but blurt out to Dan that it was hard to gain their trust, and that’s why he was late. Dan just rolled his eyes and told Danny that he was there to fetch him since this timeline was about to vanish. Danny the ever petulant child let Dan drag him by the collar to the portal as he watched the reality he knew for a few weeks gain cracks and destroy itself.

Surely Danny thought, he would never see Bart again. He had been Phantom since he was 14 and it had been 3 years since his accident and there had been no contact from Bart.

…

Meanwhile, Bart has been trying to find a Phantom ever since he went back in time. As if the universe is against him when it comes to trying to find Danny, something is at foot and needs his full attention. During his mission, the theory “Phanton is the son of Dan” solidified when he saw multiple cave paintings and even mentioned Dan. Which made Dan old enough to procreate.

…

It was a mission gone wrong that reunited the two. Bart along with Kon and Tim on a usual mission to bust some villain's butt, but of course when things got too well things went sideways, and able to kidnap them.

Opening his eyes, Bart took a good look around him, he was cuffed with anti-meta cuffs that dampened the powers of metas who committed a crime. He along with his teammates are all tied up in some sort of Occult Ritual for the Lazarus pits. Bart joked to Tim also known as Red Robin that this only happens in Gotham and they were states away from Gotham. Tim who is looking at their predicament with seriousness chose to ignore Bart. Bart looked a bit bored and thought that this must be a good idea to page Danny.

As the cult group tries their botched pronunciation of Esperanto, Bart who is known as a man of science just like the original Flash and Wally, clears his throat and begins chanting alongside the cultists. As the mist suddenly invaded the room, ice began sprouting from the floor trapping the cultist inside of them.

Both Red Robin and Superboy are now on the edge seeing the cultists were able to summon something and Bart is now smiling across his cheeks since he recognizes that ice anywhere.

Bart yelled out to Danny in the mist, both Red Robin and Superboy were now looking at him with surprised looks as someone responded to Bart. A white-haired teen wearing royal regalia from his head to his boots with glowing green eyes reminded Tim of the Lazarus pits.

The mysterious white-haired teen greeted Bart tiredly as seen from the deep eyebags below his eyes. Bart immediately went to chatter Danny’s ears off as Danny tried to free them from their bindings. Just as Bart excitedly introduced Danny to his friends, Danny immediately went alert and told them to hide immediately. Tim and Conner who are still distrusting Danny, suddenly yelped at Bart as he dragged them to hide behind one of the ice pillars. 

Tim the ever detective tried to ask what was going on and Bart just hushed them with an attitude that they had never seen from the time-traveling teen. A green glowing portal appeared behind Danny and what emerged made Bart’s face turn paper white.

Tim has questions about what is happening and opts to stay quiet and observe. Bart whom Tim knew as cheerful, chatty, and optimistic about the dire situation suddenly went quiet and began to fear whomever appeared behind “Danny’s” back.

The thing that emerged from behind Danny is a larger, buffer version. Of himself with a few details and traits missing from their savior to the newcomer. Danny tensed and asked why is he there and the new commer smirked grabbed “Danny” by the collar and dragged “Danny” towards the portal while “Danny” was weakly protesting.

The moment the portal disappeared Bart looked in the direction where their savior had been dragged off with a mix of confusion and dread and immediately barked at Kon to break the cuffs that hindered his powers while marching towards the direction to the nearest Zeta tube.

…

Danny just answered a cult’s calling not because he wants to evade his paperwork no sir, he is one responsible halfa and he would never use every excuse he can come up to escape paperwork. The ritual that the cult is using is powerful… oh no….. He deadpaned at Dan as he disappeared from the castle.

When he did appear at the scene he immediately spotted Bart, no wonder he heard a familiar voice in between the botched Esperanto. Danny is just happy to reunite with his friend when he feels Dan is fetching him. Danny told Bart and his friends to hide as Dan might scare them, first impression people!!!

Danny wants to introduce to Bart a redeemed Dan after he asks Bart if he is okay with seeing the person who turned the world into ruins. He may never listen to Jazz when she rants his ears out but some knowledge tends to stay you know.

Dan just smirked as he dragged Danny away knowing that another pile of paperwork added to the mountain of it. Danny just whined to Dan about why is he even doing this when Dan is the regent, it was agreed upon by the Ancients that Dan should be a stand-in as the king of the Infinite Realms while Danny finishes his royal studies to become king and his human life. Dan just said that he just has to look pretty while Danny does the actual things.

Danny just pouted at the notion, as he lay his head on the table that impressively holds the tons of paperwork that reaches to the ceiling of the former king’s castle he can’t help but notice his relationship with Dan. Gone with the anger and malice, replaced with fondness and affection between them, brother, a word Dan accidentally muttered when he thought he was asleep. 

Dan is painting himself a target, Danny mused, with the GIW doubling their efforts, despite their continuous idiocy the rare times they managed to capture one is devastating. Any none ghost knew that there was a new king but not who, with Dan’s appearance could easily gain all the enemies of the real king aka HIM. Declaring Dan as the king is keeping him safe and unknown to everyone aside from the closest Ancients who knew the truth.

 A ploy to keep him safe.

Danny just sighed and wished Bart could help him out of the paperwork. 

…

Meanwhile, the JL is in a panic, Time travelers typically avoid telling directly what’s going to happen to avoid further complications the moment they step their feet, so they try to steer the present just a little bit for a better future. So when Bart, the time traveler from a desolate future bursts into the meeting room full of the founding members with two of his teammates trying to catch up to him, about Danny. Flash immediately jumps into action telling Bart to stop what is doing, Bart reiterates that Danny is not his father and Batman immediately barks out a report.

So Bart explains, explains a ruined future,  a future full of poison that seeped into the soil and water rendering everything dead, a future where there were only small groups of humans, a future where it was ruled by a tyrant named Dan, a future where his only son Danny Phantom defied the said future so that Bart could go back and change the future.

Constantine explained that they have to be careful, with Dan being the king of the Infinite Realms, they have to tread carefully, or else it may be seen as a declaration of war. If Trigon only conquers different realities then Dan has the power to destroy the universe and realities as they know it. He can make Trigon and Darkseid out of the business.

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

 PPS: I am now confused about which prompt I should post due to my idiotic self mixing up the date so we’ll go back to the former schedule.

[cloudwhisper23]

It had been a long time since Jeremy had reason to comfort anyone. When his younger sister had gone missing in 1985, Jeremy was too steeped in his own grief and frustration to be of any help to his family. His step-father thought so too and had kicked him out of the house for his negligence.

Jeremy had been too preoccupied in 1987 to comfort the parents of the children going missing. He'd been terrified of the animatronics, and it turned out his fears were warranted when they'd attacked him. During his day shift.

Now it was 1993, and Jeremy was once again working behind a desk, clicking through cameras and watching for danger. It was nice to have a day shift, he supposed. And these animatronics did not leave the stage at all. But Jeremy could still feel the itchiness of his face from the pain they'd caused six years ago. The animatronics may have been long gone, but the scars remained.

The shift was easy enough. Arrive at 6 a.m., relieve the night shift, and unlock the doors for the kitchen crew when they arrived at 10 a.m. No need to worry about animatronics in the morning since their free-roam turned off like clockwork. Jeremy could understand why the room had a certain odor in the mornings sometimes. He had worked a nightshift before, after all.

The thing he hadn't anticipated was a near-hysterical high school student curled up in a ball under the security desk. Jeremy peered at the boy, fiddling with the hat on his head. "Kid?"

The boy shuddered as he gasped air into his lungs. "Is it 6 a.m.? Is it morning?"

"Yeah, I'm here to take over. Do you need a minute?"

The night guard crawled out from underneath the desk, nodding weakly. Jeremy grabbed one arm and helped him up. He reflected that this was exactly how he'd reacted after his first night.

Jeremy wrapped his jacket around the kid as he sat down in the chair. "First night on the job?"

The kid nodded. Jeremy flipped through the cameras quickly, ensuring all the animatronics had returned to their places. Everything was fine, but there were clear tears in Foxy's curtain. That wasn't Jeremy's problem, thankfully. Parts and Services would handle that, just like they'd handle the seemingly broken camera.

"I... I don't think..."

"You going to quit?" Jeremy replied, absently pulling his keys from his pocket. He figured there was no way this kid was sticking around for much longer. Jeremy gave him a week at best.

"I don't want to have to do this," the kid said quietly.

A sharp searing pain shot through Jeremy's entire body. He identified it quickly, realizing it came from behind him. From where the kid was sitting. He stabbed me? Jeremy thought to himself as the keys fell from his hands.

"Nothing personal," the kid said, but the terrified undertone was long gone. "I just needed a way to get your keys."

Jeremy leaned heavily on the security desk, reaching one hand toward the phone.

"I cut the line. Maybe you'll survive. Or maybe not." The kid hesitated for a moment. "My boss might decide you don't deserve to live."

When Jeremy stumbled to the floor, he cursed his luck. Of course the killer was back. Of course he had help this time. And of course they'd choose today to steal his keys and prepare their break-in patterns. No one came in on Sundays. The place was completely closed, save for the security guard. That meant this kid and his child-killing boss had plenty of time before the next guard arrived in six hours.

Jeremy wasn't even originally supposed to work today. Fritz had been fired a few days prior, and Jeremy's boss practically had to beg him to cover. Maybe Jeremy could last until the next guard arrived, but he didn't think it was likely.

The tell-tale sound of the power plummeting seemed to echo in Jeremy's ears. Lights out, he thought to himself as the music box started up in his ears. He couldn't see Freddy, but he'd worked here long enough to hear the rumors. Freddy always got up and moved when the lights went out. He always came straight for the security office unless it was after 6 a.m. Jeremy assumed that whatever was going on had broken Freddy's normal routine.

The bear wasn't coming for him though, much to his surprise. He could hear the terrified scream of the other security guard as Freddy sought him out. Always after the night guard, Jeremy thought to himself, feeling his blood soaking through his shirt and pooling around him.

When he opened his eyes again, he didn't expect to be staring a golden bear in the face. He laughed, a gurgling sound as blood filled his throat. "You're not real," he told the animatronic.

One eye gleamed white, studying him. The animatronic didn't move, didn't speak, but it continued to occupy the space in front of the desk. And suddenly the animatronic did move, reaching out to brush the hair from Jeremy's face.

"You were a victim?" the animatronic said in a voice rusty from disuse. It sounded too small, too frightened, to be coming from such a large animatronic.

"We were all victims," Jeremy spat blood, rolling away from the animatronic. "Just let me die in peace."

"You don't deserve to die." There was an underlying fury as the animatronic rose to its feet, scooping Jeremy up in its arms. "We will fix you."

"I don't need fixing," Jeremy whispered, but he had no strength to resist the giant bear.

The carry reminded him of the last time he'd been near an animatronic. All the animatronics at the last restaurant had tried to kill him. But the Bonnie model from the back room hadn't. The old, worn, faceless Bonnie model. Jeremy didn't recall the other models appearing at all though. Just Bonnie.

Maybe it had been sympathy, or maybe it had been something else, but the animatronic rabbit had fought off two of the toys by himself, giving the rest of the staff an opportunity to drag him out of the mess.

The bear carried him gently, like he was something precious. The same delicate way Jeremy had wished to be held as a child in the thralls of nightmares.

"I must be imagining things," Jeremy mused to the yellow fabric of the bear's suit.

"This is real, I swear," the bear replied.

"Who are you?" Jeremy asked, swallowing back another mouthful of blood. "I've never seen you before."

"They buried me. They wanted to forget. They wanted to keep the children from getting nightmares," the bear muttered. "My name has been mostly forgotten. But I remember well enough. You weren't the first bite."

"I'd love to meet the other guy. Compare notes," Jeremy replied, eyes fluttering shut again.

"You already have," the bear whispered, but Jeremy was no longer conscious enough to hear him.

[digenerate-trash]

Old man clove

Clove bites down on his pen cap as he writes down the list for today. It's hard to keep track of everything 

He still charges the kids rent but he also works his ass off for Quinn to make sure no one has to be touched by any of the freaks in town.

Money is hard to come by, and every day, clove wonders how Baliey kept this place running like clockwork. Clove is barely keeping his head above water. Still, work needs to be done. And unfortunately, he's the one who has to do it. 

Names, lists, delivery jobs, and goons must be paid. The kids in the nursery need to be taken care of and the other kids need food too. He needs to sell his pictures again... and pick up makeup for his scars. And of course, he still has meetings with every depraved bastard in town 

Clove sighs again leaning into the desk more when he was a kid he always wanted to be where he was. Taking over the family business... somehow that dream felt hallow now that Bailey was gone

He'd given up so much for this poison and now he didn't even want it.

All his friends... his college ambitions, Whitney.... 

Whitney. Clove nearly tears up at the thought. He'd given up checking in on him a long time ago. Not even sure what he was doing anymore 

But God did Clove miss not being lonely all the time? He can't even remember the last time he felt like he wasn't alone… 

Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney Whitney… 

When Clove looked down his entire page was filled with Whitney's name. He had even scribbled over his regular notes. In favor of writing Whitney's name over and over. 

Clove huffs again tearing the page from his notebook and starting over. 

Clove needs to focus on his work, pay his bills, make sure Quinn isn't breathing down his neck, and ensure his kids don't starve… 

But soon clove is looking through all social media to find any trace of Whitney. Images. Announcements, details about his life- even obituaries though Clove hopes he won't find anything there… 

And then Clove sees it. Nightingale Hospital welcomes the first neuro-surgery team. Whitney is one of them… 

It's a bit strange to know he got his life together… how Whitney could ever pull himself up enough to have ambitions in the first place… in his late 30s now but still so perfect… now with glasses that made him look very charming… 

Clove sighs heavily and leans on the desk reading the article over and over again. Clove knows he isn't as pretty as he once was. He's aged so terribly his skin is pale. His hair is greyish now. Hes covered in scars and sunken marks. He could never approach Whitney like this… 

But still. Clove finds himself wondering what the quickest way to get a head injury is instead of working for the rest of the afternoon. 

[ronmanmob]

(a very late meme submission - for the fix-it verse) 

Therapy hadn’t been going well. The shrink was nice enough, the bills being picked up by various charities established to fund those who had survived the attack. There was just only so often Tabby could hear about having to take care of emotional scars as well as the physical ones. She didn’t want to talk about how half of the mirror in her bathroom was now covered with painters tape, ensuring no matter the angle, she could only see herself from the ribs up.

“I think you're probably the only one who understands me.” Tabby sprawled over Ron’s couch, staring up at the ceiling. She hadn’t even clocked how she was in a proper Freudian patient pose. “Or, y’know, gets it since you were there.” Ron was truly the sole person she could be normal around. Or, at least, her new normal. He didn’t keep asking if she was okay, impatient for her sunshine demeanor to return in full force. Ron understood why she was now nervous in crowded spaces. Why men of a certain build and height made her twitchy. And most of all, he never every judged. 

--you were there-

Standing at his kitchen-island, their preferred drinks to hand and just waiting to be conveyed to She of the Settee, Ron tensed against a wince so sharply his shoulders shifted for the effort. He wasn't facing Tabs just now, and while usually he'd not even consider the need to hide his expressions from anyone, in this moment he was glad she had his back. No part of the flat affect that blunted his ways and means could've touched the fixed, thousand yard glare that'd come storm-cloud-like at her mention of there - that packed out plaza where, through some accident of fate, his pixie-dressed-best-girl had wound up dying in his arms.

Twice.

They'd bought her back of course, the paramedics; they'd fought like lions for her and won but that didn't stop the truth of things being that. He'd watched life leave her eyes while he pressed his whole weight through his hands onto the wound in her guts to try and keep her together. He'd watched that twice and had still barely processed it; still lurched awake in a cold sweat, diving for his phone to double check. Triple check. That she was still with him.

His therapist told him it was as natural a trauma response as ever you'd see, not least in someone with his very specific set'a wiring. But that was all she saw of its effect on him. She'd never met the demon that lived behind his staring eyes; the one that'd ruled London and knew, to avoid a trace off bullets, to use ice in place of buckshot when hunting one very specific sort'a game.

"--I do undastand-"

The words sounded strained round their edges, like they'd been dredging up from somewhere deep and needed sound forced on them to make them hearable. Inch by inch, second by second, Ron wrenched himself back into the room. The drinks in his hands came back into his awareness, likewise the low light, the quiet music, the young lass on his couch and everything that she meant to him and as it did, as she did, the demon receded. And her Ron came back.

Like a clockwork toy coming back to life, Ron deserted the kitchen-island and made his way over to Tabby. He set their drinks on the coffee table by the settee and then settled beside it, his shoulder within easy reach of Tab's nearest hand should she want the contact. Nothing in him made the comparison in the moment, but this was a Claude the Mastiff move he was making; giving his person space and nearness at once; support and presence without the overwhelm-potential touch could bring on in delicate times.

There was a debt owed him by the cunt who'd gutted her, and that'd be collected on. It'd be paid. But Tabs didn't need the demon in him now. He had better for her, truth for her, and he spoke it plain and with much more ease than he had when first his voice had come back to him.

"-N I luv yah girl."

[btskitten7]

- Arrangements - || introduction

‘ ｃｏｆｆｅｅ & ｃｏｎｖｅｒｓａｔｉｏｎｓ ’

➜ fic pairing: female oc x maknae line, fem oc x Jimin. Hinted poly relationship.

➜current wc: 1.7k

➜genres: fluffy, angsty, smut

➜ratings: G (M for the rest of the fic)

➜warnings: none really, just a fluffy Jimin who’s a little obsessed with you.

"Waaaaah she's so pretty," Jimin said, plopping himself in the chair.

Jimin walked into the café you happened to be working at to grab a drink on his way to practice, something he did often. Today he decided to try out a different café since the one he had been going to is very busy now. "Let's try this place out" Jimin said, smiling at the cute but simple design the café carried.

Your café was small but you definitely took pride in it. You and your best friend dumped all of your savings into this place, you had to see the fruit of it's labor. Jimin was pleased at how clean and homey it was. Excited to try out the treats and drinks, he stood in line waiting for his turn. That's when he saw you for the first time. "O-oh" was all he could say.

You took his breath away. The way you stood behind the counter greeting every customer, making small talk, ensuring everyone's comfort and they're pleased. There you were, flashing that beautiful smile that could make anyone comfortable and fall in love. He got so nervous, there was no possible way that he could talk to you without making an idiot of himself. He slipped out of line and decided to go to the original café he normally went to across the street. You hadn't noticed and why would you? Your customers meant a lot to you but you didn't necessarily pay attention if they came or they went, unless they were regulars.

Standing in line at the café across the street his eyes caught you coming outside to clean the outdoor furniture and windows.

He never thought he would say this but, a woman in a uniform was sexy.

The way your black skinny jeans fit on your hips, thighs, and fat ass had him in a trance. It didn't make anything any better when you turned around and he saw your front half was just as beautiful as your back half. He tried to look away...

But he couldn't. You were just too beautiful to be real. Why was he so drawn to you? What made you so breathtaking? Getting lost in his thoughts and in your features, he didn't hear the woman standing in front of him, ready to take his order. "Um, sir?" The cashier in front of him captured all his thoughts, he looked at her. "How may I help you?" She smiled nervously.

He nodded "o-oh I'm sorry, um can I get an iced Americano with cream?" handing her his card.

Like clockwork, his eyes lingered back to you.

And they did for the next four months. He kept going to that café, right across the street from your café, just to see your pretty face. He would even go back for lunch and after he got off, just to see you. Some days he would muster the courage to wave to you and other days he would be shy. When he didn't see your car, he would stop in your café, just to make sure you were working, if not he'll go home.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"You're technically stalking her Min." Namjoon said writing in his journal. Jimin' eyes got wide as he looked at his Hyung.

"It really looks like that? Do you think she thinks I'm stalking her??" Jimin asked. That wasn't his intention, he doesn't want you to think he's going to hurt you or anything. "She probably hasn't notice you yet, which is another good thing because if she did she'll probably call the cops on you." Jimin's face fell. 

He didn't know which hurt him more, you thinking he's weird for stalking you or you not noticing him even if he was. " I only know her work schedule, I don't know her name, I don't know where she lives, I don't even know if she has a boyfriend." Jimin said. 

Joon sighed. 

"You don't know any of that but you're still adamant about seeing her everyday '' Joon raised his eyebrow and looked at min. "It's weird I know but it's just something that's drawing me to her, I just can't help it. I'm going to talk to her, I promise I'm going to talk to her." Min said, standing up, throwing his jacket on.

"I'm going to talk to her, I'm gonna do it" he said running out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~

Jimin headed towards the café, cheery as can be.

  "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna talk to her" he said, marching to your café at the same time you were walking out. "Yah Y/n please be careful, they're heavy! Call if you need help!" Your best friend yelled as you headed out the door to grab the boxes of supplies . "Alright alright! I got it!"

"This is my chance." Jimin thought to himself.

"Do you need some help?" Jimin asked softly. Your loose strands of hair flew out of your bun as you struggled with the box.

 "Ahhh please? I didn't think it would be this heavy." You said placing the box back down, sighing. Jimin chuckled lightly as you caught your breath. 

"I don't mind," he said smiling, picking up the boxes with ease and placing them onto your counter for your friend to sort through. You clapped softly and smiled. 

"Anything else I can help you with." Jimin asked, looking over at you. His cheeks were becoming red a tomato, ultimately making him even cuter. "No that's all, thank you so much, would you like a drink? Or anything? It's in the house." You said smiling. Jimin's heart threatened to burst right then and there. 

"Fuck, she's so beautiful, what do I say? " he thought.

"Say yes you idiot"

He looked back at you and smiled, "sure, sure, b-but I have to g-go back to practice but but but I'll be back. I promise" he said heading out the door in a hurry causing you and your friend to giggle. "He's cute," your friend said. "Yeah very cute"

The next day Jimin went to the café right across the street from yours. It was the only one that was open, yours doesn't open until 8 am. It's 7;30. He didn't know why but he wanted to make a good impression on you, it really doesn't matter what time he came in for a free drink but maybe it'll make him look good? He headed inside and sat at the table closest to the door after getting him a small coffee since he was very tired.

"May I ask you something?" An older lady came by and sat with Jimin. He straightened up and nodded. "Of course ma'am" the older lady looked over at you arriving at your café, probably to prepare for the opening. His eyes wondered to you again too.

"Why haven't you talked to her yet?"

Jimin's eyes grew and he started fidgeting. "I don't know what you're talking about ma'am" she smiled brightly. "She's very beautiful huh? You just may be her type" she said, stirring her tea.

A small smile crept onto Jimin's face as he once again looked over at you.

"No way. She probably already has a boyfriend... maybe even married." He smiled softly and looked back at the woman. She tilted her head, eyes still glued to her tea. "What makes you think that? She told you that?." She said, Jimin quickly shook his head, waving his hands.

"No no, I'm just saying if I was her man, there's no way she wouldn't have a ring on her finger or something proving that she's my girl" Jimin smiled again.

How could he feel this way about you? Without knowing your name. What if you weren't who you portrayed?

That didn't matter. He wanted to figure that out for himself. The woman smiled. "Oh? Well, you’ll never know unless you try." the woman chuckled.

He nodded "That’s true. I hate to admit it but, I fall really hard, really fast. I just want to be with that person all the time... It's not even just relationships, even friendships... I want to just be in their space. Only if they're comfortable. I just want so much of that person that sometimes it may be too much.." she nodded. "I think you have a short young man, she might need something like that. I think you’re her type, maybe." things went quiet for a little while until Jimin realized.

She knew he was watching you. What if she told you about him and you think he’s weird. What if she knows you?

"Excuse me Noona?" He asked, grabbing her attention. "you know if I had a shot or at least you think I have a shot..You even think that I'm her type.. do you know her?" Jimin asked.

"Well, she’s had that cafe for years now," she smiled looking over at Jimin. “I know her quite well” . Jimin's whole heart dropped as he realized she could be your mother.

"I'm sorry for looking at your daughter every day. I'm not a stalker I promise. I don't know her name, or where she lives. I just know she works there and she's usually there from 8 am to 7 pm B-BUT not that I'm stalking her" Jimin rambled, terrified that he now may never get to speak to you. The woman laughed at how cute Jimin was when he was flustered. She took his hands. "I’m not her mother, but many would say we have that type of relationship since I’m close to both her and her mother. Just go talk to her. Okay? I think She'll like you. Now she can be a little 'too-hot-to-handle' but she's a sweetheart and she has a big one, that's been trampled on..." She stated becoming stern and protective "She's been through so much and still smiles so big, so please understand she will get upset, she will walk away, just please be patient with her if she doesn't accept you so quickly."

"I'm not saying this to scare you off, but I'm saying this if you really don't have any intention of making her happy or getting to know her... then please leave her alone. Don't add on any more stress. Erase her from your mind.." Jimin nodded looking back at you.

He looked back at you mother and stood. "I don’t know where things would go, if I’m being honest, I’m still a little nervous to go talk to her but if something happens between us then you have my word, I’ll give her everything I have to give. " Jimin smiled waving bye to the woman and headed towards your cafe.

This was the start of something new in your life.

[thatrandomsarahchick]

Danny hadn't even unlocked his past-life's memories until he had his accident, and it didn't take him too long to realise that he was at the very least in a different universe, if not a different dimension entirely. Once he'd finally worked out how to create portals, Clockwork had agreed to send him to the correct time and place so he could reunite with his son.

His last memory was of dying, around 2 years previous in this timeline, due to a terrible car accident. He remembers Billy being stuck and unable to transform, as the lightning be called down would go through the car that they were both pinned under. He remembers pretending it wasn't as bad as it looked, that they couldn't actually feel their legs, but the spinal cord hadn't actually severed like they had said. He remembers the devastation on their face as they looked down on their crying son, who hadn't yet realised that they had Gone. His next memory was of his sister Jazz walking him into his classroom on his first day of school, their parents waving at them through the windows.

He remembers his disorienting those first few weeks after the lab accident were; his days were filled with mishap after mishap, believing himself to be hallucinating and going crazy, his nights were filled of strange memory-dreams of a life that felt so real yet was impossible. Even after getting his powers and once more mastering control of his body, he was still played by the strange dreams and a sense of longing for a boy he called son. A boy called Billy.

It's shortly after his 17th birthday that he finally builds the courage to ask Grandpa CW about the dreams. He's party terrified that they're just a product of his imagination and partly terrified that they're real, and he abandoned his child out there. Grandpa sits him down and fills him in about past lives, how some souls don't stay in the afterlife but instead enter the endless cycle of rebirth. He's known about the past life since Dan and has been looking through various realities trying to find the timeline that Danny was originally from.

CW says he's narrowed it down to a subsection where there are very few points of contact with the Realms, so Danny has to learn how to open portals by himself before he can even think about going there. There's little to no ambient ectoplasm, and the only natural portals to these worlds are one way - out of the Realms. The ectoplasm pools there are toxic and would be harmful to his human half (this is what CW tells him, but in actually he is trying to prevent the timelines where Danny become addicted to the stuff - it acts like marijuana to his kind), so he has to steer clear of them.

Danny spends the next 18 months in lessons with Wulf and CW, who finally deem him ready only when he correctly portals to the place they indicate 20 times in a row. CW hands him a stopwatch that will vibrate when if/when he is needed back in his home Realms, but since the GIW got dismantled by his embarrassingly enthusiastic parents after they found out he was Phantom and changed their minds about ghosts, things are much more stable back on his earth.

He takes his time saying his temporary goodbyes. Grandpa will ensure he gets to the right time, and his human friends know that he'll be back to visit again once he's established contact with his son. Having everyone know his secret identity makes the goodbyes much easier, as they don't have to come up with a cover story for his absence.

Danny wasn't even on this new Earth for two weeks before he had to become a menace.

He had arrived the day before an alien invasion and had recognised Billy's soul in the hero Captain Marvel. Deciding to stay put in the United States so that his presence wouldn't distract one of the heroes during the battle, Danny contented himself with watching his son fight through the TV screen at the Cafe he was in. The battle was in Australia, of all places, and his research had led him to believe that Billy still lived in their old hometown in Fawcett City.

It was as he sat in that cafe, not three blocks from their old house, that Danny first felt a tingling of concern. Captain Marvel had been hit by some kind of energy weapon, and he hadn't gotten back up again. A few seconds later saw Superman carrying a small child out of the battle zone, and Danny forced himself to relax. Billy was fine. He was FINE. He obviously just got reverted back to mortal form and needed an evac until he could power up again. The battle ended shortly after, with the Flash zooming over to the reporters to give a quick interview while the other heroes were busy in the background.

"Marvel's fine," he said with a grin, "Lucky guy gets out of clean up duty and debrief because he has a concussion, but he'll be back to his normal self shortly."

A week later, and some sort of shape shifter was flying around Fawcett City pretending to be his son. He had the mannerisms fairly close, but Danny could feel his soul. That was not Billy.

He confronted the pretender after leading him on a lengthy chase through the skies, pretending to be a bigger threat than he actually was. He pretended to be a regular villain of the Champion of Magic, who would wreak havoc on the planet at the offence of having a pretender to the title flying around. He also pretended to avidly be knocked unconscious by Superman, who had been attempting to sneak up behind him. These were his son's friends. He wouldn't actually hurt them unless they kept him from his son.

He was taken to the League's headquarters, where they had cells that could hold poltergeists and imps like they believed him to be and locked him up inside. He didn't care. He could feel that his son was finally nearby!

Meanwhile, Billy was impatiently sitting in the medbsy getting his final checks. He'd been in hero form since the day after the battle, and he was anxious to return home again. He trusted his colleagues with his city, but ever since Mum died 6 months ago, he was struggling with being around others for extended periods of time. It was exhausting.

Thinking about mum was obviously making him have auditory hallucinations, though, because for the last few minutes, he could swear that he could hear someone singing her song. It wasn't until Nightwing came in muttering about menaces who sing annoyingly catchy songs that get stuck in your head that he realised he wasn't imagining things.

He bolted up and off the bed, running towards the source of the sound so fast that he didn't even realise he was running straight doorways and furniture as he went.

Reaching the magic holding cells, he gasped. She might have changed forms in death, but he'd recognise her anywhere.

"Mum!" He cried, disabling the security system with an errant flick of his finger. He set the spells, they obeyed him.

His mum smiled up at him as she stopped singing, "Bill-Star! There you are!"

He crumbled to the ground, sobbing with his whole body. He had his mother back.

Hope you don't mind that I added to it!

OK HEAR ME OUT!! DC X DP AU

WITH THIS

BUT WITH CAPTIAN MARVEL

AND DANNY HAD RAISED BILLY BEFORE HE WAS REINCARNATED AND CAME BACK A FEW YEARS LATER BECAUSE OF GZ SHENANIGANS

There's just this ghost like being being held in JL captivity and all of a sudden Marvel just crashes through the wall and tackles the being before suddenly crying!

He missed his parent damn it!

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"Who's my little champion? You are, you are! Who's my little champion? You are, you are!"

The voice carried through the halls of the watchtower gently, bearly being able to penetrate the walls and floors of the space station.

But it was just enough to reach Captian Marvel's ears all the same. And just like that, a feral part of his brain activated and he was tearing through the halls, trying to find the source of the song with no concern to those around him, not even a "sorry" being said to any workers that got knocked over.

The moment he pinpointed the sound, he dove through the metal walls as if they were tissue paper and dove for the person on the other side.

"MOM!!!"

Easily caught as if he weighed nothing, Danny wrapped Billy into a hug.

"Bill-star! There you are!"

And every single emotion that had been building up that day just gushed out as Billy Batson aka Captian Marvel sobbed into his parent's shoulders.

"Also it's "Dad" now, sweetie."

"Daaad!"

Memories of his adopted mother coming home with a cheerful call. A call that always spoke "I'm home. I'm here"

And Billy could only sink into his Father's arms, ignoring everything else around them.

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The JL that were interrogating Danny: ...... WHAT?!

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If it was the Robin's tho? He'd be their imaginary friend/parent when their family wasnt

And it'd be birdybirdybirdy!

Jason would probably be instantly cured of pit rage fkdbsjsd.

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If you say something enough times with something ALWAYS positive behind it like: "I GOT COOKIES!!", even a honey badger would come running.

And they usually don't care lmao.

If it's reversed I can see someone going "ghostyghostyghosty" and getting immediately tackled