#Only Jay... and only Jay has trouble using them now

[taddymason]

I hc Jay feeling his powers in his chest due to breathing, but the craziest twist they could give would be that his powers come from his soul and that would explain a lot of things

[fleuryns]

PRINCESS TREATMENT ✶ 엔하

❪ 𝑜EUVRES ❫ 愛 𝑙'──엔하이픈 & 𝑓!reader ᵔᴗᵔ fluff scenarios headcanons non-idol au   114O established relationship use of pet names physical intimacy

HEESEUNG has become your personal chaperone ever since you started dating, because he insists on driving you everywhere. he takes you to your appointments and is always there to pick you up afterwards, looking at you like you're crazy when you suggest you could take the bus instead.

HEESEUNG loves to tie your heels for you, every time you wear them and ask him for help he's already sitting down to take your foot on his leg and gently close the little clip, caressing your calf in a swift motion before moving to the other leg, smiling softly to himself.

HEESEUNG takes you shopping anytime, gives you his wallet without a second thought and carries all your bags. if you hand them yourself, he'll quickly accept everything with a smile. but if you don't, he'll frown, gently taking them away. “don't strain your pretty hands with these” he mutters “that's my job”.

JAY works for hours in the kitchen just for you, to cook the things he knows you like. “i made your favorite” he says softly, eyeing your reaction expectantly. he's the happiest when you eat the food he cooked, always fulfilling your requests with a smile, no matter how crazy and difficult they are to make.

JAY is obsessed with and holds your hands at all times, like the true gentleman he is. he occasionally presses his lips softly on the back of your hand or on the inside of your wrist, in a feather-light kiss that leaves a tingling sensation on your skin, making you shiver.

JAY has developed a habit of serenading you at any given moment, and you want to curse whoever introduced him to the guitar. it started kind of as a joke, but now he's very much serious, spending time to carefully select his words and compose the prettiest melody for your ears and your ears only.

JAKE spoils you by buying whatever you want all the time, he allows you to drag him to endless shopping trips and pays for everything with a lovesick grin that shows just how happy he is to get you anything you want. whenever you end up in a store he ends up buying everything you touch without a word.

JAKE would drop anything he is doing if you ever so much call for him. you're his top one priority, because your well-being is also his. he has always his phone on for you, and he always picks up right away. his time is all reserved for his princess, if she wants it.

JAKE just helps you without being asked, sensing what you need like a sixth sense, maybe even before you even realize it. with him by your side, you won't struggle with anything anymore. when you're having trouble with something, he's by your side already and always reassures you with a smile that he's got it.

SUNGHOON carries heavy things for you with a shy insistence, because that's his job and he takes pride in that. he looks up at you when you call him, and he's by your side immediately, rolling his sleeves and getting ready to show off his strength, only for his princess.

SUNGHOON gets you flowers as a gift, no matter the occasion. even just randomly like that, he shows up to your place or to your dates with a fresh colorful bouquet. “pretty flowers for a pretty girl” he announces shyly, handing them to you, his smile growing when you accept them with a happy squeal.

SUNGHOON always finds an excuse to carry you. when it rains a lot and the street is filled with puddles he effortlessly scoops you in his arms silently. when your heels hurt too much he immediately picks you up bridal style despite your protests. “let me help you, baby, im strong enough” he mutters, keeping you close.

SUNOO makes sure to be slightly ahead of you when entering a place, always determined to open the door for you every time. even when you get in a car, he always opens your door first and makes sure you're comfortably seated before closing it and quickly moving to the other side to get in as well.

SUNOO takes your breakfast in bed often, chuckling at your sleepy surprised face even after all these times he's done it. he has all the food arranged neatly on the tray and he just watches you lovingly while you eat. he even occasionally brushes your hair away from your face so it doesn't get in your food.

SUNOO could never get mad at you. the things that usually annoy him when it's other people responsible for the deed, if it's you he doesn't even bat an eye. “it's okay, don't worry about it, angel” he reassures you softly, embracing you in his arms to prove his point.

JUNGWON lets you choose everything you do. he lets you choose the movie you watch, the food you eat, the place you go… he doesn't care that, every time, you end up in the same restaurant or watch the show you like a little too much. he really doesn't care because the smile on your lips could repay anything. 

JUNGWON always pulls the chair for you when you sit down at a cafe or a restaurant, with a simplicity that brings butterflies to your stomach, but his smile hints that the action is very much purposeful. of course, he knows you could do it alone, but the feeling of getting to spoil you like that is unmatched.

JUNGWON makes you feel like royalty just with the right nickname. “my princess~” he muses at the most random moments, hugging you from behind or cupping your cheeks in his hands. the nickname is filled with such devotion that you can't help but melt a little.

RIKI gives you his jacket all the time. it doesn’t matter if he'll be cold, he finds you too cute drowning in his big jacket anyway. but he pretends like it's not a big deal, shrugging while putting his hands in his pockets to mask the fact that he's completely head over heels.

RIKI is always ready to make you feel safe, that's what you noticed after you started dating. he reassures you when you're scared, taking his knight in shining armor part very seriously. he pulls you in his arms and holds you there, whispering soft reassurances in your ear until you feel all better again.

RIKI 's eyes never leave your figure, he especially loves looking at you from across the room, just making sure you're comfortable and happy at all times. he hates when you're sad, he never wants you to be. and since big flamboyant acts of service were never his forte, he keeps an eye on you to make up for it.

© 𝖥𝖫𝖤𝖴𝖱𝖸𝖭𝖲 | 2025

[lazycats-stuff]

Could you write a batfam story where the reader, who's in an established marriage with Bruce Wayne, accidentally triggers Jason? Perhaps the Wayne family has kept Bruce and Jason's past hardships a secret from the reader, thinking it wasn't important to discuss. However, a misunderstanding between the reader and Jason causes Jason to run away after being triggered of his pass. The rest of the family understands that it was a misunderstanding and tells the reader that Jason will come back and not to worry. They explain Jason's troubled pass with Bruce. However, the reader is consumed by so much guilt and sets out to find Jason. Literally the reader goes and searches Gotham top to bottom IN THE MIDDLE OF A HURRICANE! 😭The reader ends up locating Jason in a warehouse, where Jason’s freezing and the rain is pouring right through. More happens but I want the story to like end where the reader and Jason are crying together in the pouring rain and Jason realizes that he now has a loving dad that would do anything to ensure his and his brothers safety. And like the reader brings Jason back to the manor and everyone else is thinking to themselves like damn, (y/n) really is the best thing to happen to this family, literally the damn glue. Or something… like if (y/n) wasn’t there to save Jason he could have been dead… again.

I am sorry this is so long… i just couldn’t stop thinking of this story dynamic 😊

Oh, my jay bird... Of course I can do it... My poor bird. Also, 2k followers? Why thank you. Also, taking some time off to focus on college because I have some shit coming up. To say lightly.

Summary: The family didn't tell (Y/N) about Jason's trauma. And that causes problems and some broken hearts.

Warnings: Mentions of Jason's past, but nothing graphic, (Y/N) is done with emotional constipation from everyone, but he still loves them a lot, also hurricane.

(Y/N) has been in the family for a few years now. Married with the patriarch of the family, Bruce Wayne, was the best decision he has ever made. Bruce, while known to the public as a playboy at the time, abandoned that mindset, all for (Y/N). Boys accepted (Y/N), once they saw that (Y/N) wasn't marrying Bruce for money. (Y/N) will be marrying him for love.

Were there a few hiccups with Bruce being Batman and all the nightly patrols? Yes. However, (Y/N) and Bruce worked through it. And more importantly, (Y/N) essentially adopted all of the boys as his own. He saw them as his own sons rather than looking at them as their stepsons. And besides, saying that they are his sons brings (Y/N) an indescribable amount of happiness. And besides, living with 4 boys is always fun.

(Y/N) knew about their trauma, but what no one told him was the trauma that Jason went through. He had a vague idea, but never knew exactly. He didn't feel qualified to prod around in anyone's head, anyone's mind, but he made sure to let them all know that if they need to talk about something, get something off of their chest, he is the person they can come to talk to.

And it has happened a few times. Sometimes they would come after a nightmare, squeezing between (Y/N) and Bruce, looking for comfort. Now, everyone was unsure as to what to call him. Batdad or mother hen... That one remains to be determined soon enough by the boys.

It was a tough day for everyone in the household and everyone was ready to straight up murder each other. (Y/N) had an awful day at work, Bruce had a bad day as a CEO and as Batman, well, the Batman part was only the night before, but has moved onto the day. The other boys had difficult days at school and at patrol. Jason had a big problem with his nightmares and flashbacks. Not to mention, Gotham was expecting a hurricane to come over and just sweep over it. It shouldn't be bad and there shouldn't be any damage besides any heavy rain.

Gotham natives are used to rains, whether they be small drizzles or storms. However, Bruce worried about it and made sure to get enough supplies, just in case. Safe to say, everyone was on absolute edge. Closed into the same house, despite it being a manor and absolutely huge, tension could be cut with a knife.

And then, Jason and (Y/N) started fighting. It started off as bickering, but then it turned into a fight where hurtful things were said towards each other. Jason, mentally pushed to the limit by the nightmares and flashbacks has had enough and went to his car. He drove off and (Y/N) was fuming still.

But...

When the anger went away, (Y/N) was mortified. Completely and utterly mortified. He essentially crushed whatever relationship he had with Jason. Words hurt more than any punches and any kicks. No matter what Jason went through, (Y/N) was sure that Jason was hurting like hell now.

(Y/N) couldn't stop pacing in the living room, wondering what is happening to Jason at this very moment. A hurricane is going to pass through soon enough, Jason went to God knows where and (Y/N)'s own heart was breaking apart.

" (Y/N), love, you need to calm down. Jason will be fine. He just needs space. "

" Space?! In the middle of a hurricane?! " (Y/N) now yelled, upset beyond belief. He has upset his son and he was telling him to calm down? He might kick Bruce out of their bed.

Bruce then talked about all the trauma that Jason went through, before he adopted him, after he adopted him at the hands of Joker. (Y/N) was now absolutely mortified.

" Father is right. Jason needs some time to cool off. " Damian said in passing, making (Y/N) throw his hands up in the air.

" Is anyone in this damn house emotionally available?! "

Tim shrugged from the sofa and (Y/N) took a deep breath. Bruce watched intently and he could see what (Y/N) was thinking.

" Do not tell me you are going out there. " Bruce said as (Y/N) put his jacket and shoes on.

Dick and Damian paused to watch the entire thing unfold. Tim looked up from his tablet.

" I am. Jason is my son and I'm going to get him back. Tim, track Jason's phone and send me the location. " (Y/N) said, ignoring Bruce. Bruce rubbed his forehead. (Y/N) is a stubborn bastard when he wants to be. And does Bruce love him for it? Yes. Is it annoying sometimes? Yes.

" There is a hurricane! " Tim yelled after (Y/N) as he stormed out.

" (Y/N)! " Bruce yelled after his husband, but it was too late. (Y/N) was already out the door.

" He's nuts, " Damian said underneath his breath.

" And I married him, " Bruce added.

Jason has started to regret the fact that he has decided to even come out here. Sure, (Y/N) and him got into a fight, nasty things were said, but it would be better if he has just stormed up to his room and slammed his door shut. That would have been a better option than this. This damp warehouse, where there was leaking rain wherever you looked...

Jason was shivering, teeth chattering. Cold probably seeped right to his bones. Hypothermia was also on its way too, Jason had no doubt about it. He leaned back against the wall, curling into himself as much as he could and allowed himself to think about what happened with (Y/N), his dad in a way.

They were all on edge from the hurricane, supplies, wifi and all that stuff was needed just in case. Bruce made sure to make the manor proof of any natural disasters. Gotham wouldn't be hit that badly, so there was no need for evacuation, but there was advice to be cautious about it. Everyone was on edge as it is from being cooped up together too much, since Bruce didn't want them to stray too far, just in case.

And Jason being in a foul mood from his nightmares already, he didn't like this one bit. He wanted to be alone, but no. Common areas are a must according to Bruce. So the fight happened and both of them said really hurtful things to each other. And Jason felt guilty. He knew that emotions took over them both, but still... (Y/N) was always trying to be good to them all.

It was wrong.

Jason looked up at the door when he heard a slam. It could be wind. Or maybe someone trying to find shelter?

What Jason didn't expect was (Y/N), wet to the bone, looking around frantically. When his eyes fell on Jason, he sighed in relief.

" Oh Jay, I've been looking for you everywhere! Are you okay?! " (Y/N) ran up to Jason, quickly kneeling down to check to see if he had any injuries. Jason was touched... To have a genuine parent, a loving parent, alongside Bruce, but Bruce is a bit emotionally constipated so (Y/N) is essentially everything that the boys need.

" Bruce told me what you've been through... And now I know why you ran, what made you so upset. It was a combination of everything plus the hurricane. "

Jason nodded and (Y/N) hugged him tightly. Jason hugged him back just as tightly, if not more.

And the two broke down in tears, holding onto each other tightly.

Bruce was pacing in the living room, worried about (Y/N) and Jason. He should have gone after Jason too. He shouldn't have been so stupid. He should have chased Jason down the moment he left the mansion. But no, he's too emotionally constipated to deal with this. Great. Absolutely great.

He flipped his head around when he heard the front door open and then close and then two sets of footsteps. Jason and (Y/N) stepped into the living room, both soaked to the bone.

" Bruce, " (Y/N) said calmly and Bruce had a feeling he would be kicked out of the bedroom.

" (Y/N)... Are you two okay? " Bruce asked softly and (Y/N) nodded, smiling at Jason.

" We are B. Jay, go down to the Batcave. Take a warm shower and get changed into warm clothes. I'm sure the others are there too." (Y/N) softly nudged Jason to get going.

Jason took the hint and went to the Batcave. Once he was gone, Bruce turned to (Y/N).

" I'm sorry. I truly am. I should have gone after him, but I was- "

" Stupid? Yeah. Clearly. But I'm willing to forgive. I assume that the cots are ready? "

" Yup. I prepared you warm clothes, some earplugs so that you can't be awaken by the bats. And also a mask so that you won't be awoken by the lights of the cave. You know, reflectors, Batcomputer... Come on. " Bruce gently lead his cold and wet husband to the Batcave. " A warm shower is in order too. "

(Y/N) rolled his eyes, knowing that he will be forced into a warm shower, warm and dry clothes and an intense cuddling session, where Bruce won't let go, out of fear and love... How did he even marry into this crazy family?

[royonninjago]

Evil Jay is Kinda a Sad Character, but Maybe Not in the Way You Think

When a lot of people think of the inherent tragedy of Post-Merge Jay, many of the common things they point too is the loneliness, isolation, and loss of everything he used to care about due to his amnesia. With good reason too, because its not just tragic how he used to have a wonderful life and he can't remember it or how he's in the worst possible position right now (alone and with a Shattered Soul, whatever that may entail), but its also tragic because everyone that cares about him are powerless to do anything to help. Even if they find him, I'm confident that its not gonna be as easy as a heartfelt reunion.

Something that I don't see many people talk about that I think is rich in that sweet, sweet angst and drama is the fact that right now, nobody wants Jay for who he is. It's an idea I've been thinking about a lot, and kinda why I'm so interested in the concept of this "Evil Jay".

What I mean about that is this... Nya and the other Ninja want the Jay they knew from before the Merge. Ras only wanted Jay to further stack the deck against the Ninja in the Tournament. Arin only wanted to go after Jay because he could have some insight on where his parents ended up after the Merge. And presumably, the Administration only wants/wanted Jay because he was a good enough Agent to get promoted to middle management.

The consensus of many fans seems to be that Jay has trouble with how he sees himself, but what about this version of Jay? When one of these parties eventually finds him, do you think they're gonna ask him how he's been or what he's been up to? Or do you think they're gonna try and get him to do something for them, whether that be giving up some information or becoming someone he doesn't remember?

Ras sees him as a tool to be used and discarded when needed, Arin sees him as a means to an end, The Administration most likely sees him as their property, and the Ninja see someone who he doesn't even remember being.

At this very moment, no one wants Jay Walker for who he is.

[nocturnebite]

──── 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇

── 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 they're the only ones who remember. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 it takes forever. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 it hurts. They will always love you, no matter what.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: bf! ot7 x sick!female! reader 𝒕𝒘: fluff, reader losing memory, lost love making a comeback, slight arguing 𝒘𝒄: 400-500ish per member (about 3.5k total)

𝒂𝒔𝒉'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: this was originally the whole inspiration behind my "when we were whole fic".. so don't come at me for them being similar.. i wrote these then got obsessed with the concept and decided to write a whole a$$ fic ab it. but i couldn't let these go to waste.. ENJOY LOVES

Heeseung – “The Worst Before the Better”

The doctor’s voice echoes in Heeseung’s head even days later: “It can be treated… but it will likely get worse before it gets better.”

Heeseung had clung to the word treated like a lifeline. But no one had prepared him for this — for the way your memory began unraveling even faster, slipping through your fingers like water no matter how tightly he tried to hold you together.

You sit curled on the couch now, wrapped in a blanket and staring at him like he’s someone you used to know. Heeseung kneels in front of you, voice calm, though his hands tremble as they rest gently on your knees. “It’s me, baby. I’m right here. You’re safe.”

But your lips quiver and your voice cracks, a frightened whisper: “I remember you yelling at me. I remember us screaming. Why were we always fighting?”

Heeseung’s heart clenches. You don’t remember the quiet mornings or your late-night giggles tucked under the sheets. You don’t remember the way he kissed your nose every time he walked past you or the playlist he made you on your anniversary. No — right now, your brain has brought up every moment he regrets.

You don’t see the man who held your hand through every dizzy spell. You see the version of him from that night — when he got overwhelmed, when he raised his voice and you cried and he hated himself after. The memory has taken root now, front and center, and it’s all you can grasp.

Heeseung swallows the lump in his throat and rests his forehead on your knee, voice barely above a whisper. “I was scared… that I was losing you even then. I didn’t know how to handle it. But I’ve never stopped loving you. Not for one second.”

You stare down at him, and he knows you’re trying. He sees the pain in your eyes. The fear. He wishes he could erase it all, take every bad memory and shoulder it himself.

When you start crying, something inside him shatters. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I don’t know why I can’t remember the good things. I want to— I want to remember how much I loved you.”

Heeseung climbs up beside you on the couch and pulls you into his chest. You tremble in his arms like you might break. “You still love me,” he whispers. “It’s still in you. Even if your brain’s having trouble finding it, your heart knows me. You came back to me once. You will again.”

You fall asleep in his arms that night, tear-streaked and quiet. Heeseung stays awake, staring at the ceiling. The meds are supposed to help eventually. But what if they don’t? What if this is all that’s left?

No — he won’t let that happen.

The next morning, he begins keeping a memory journal for you. Pages and pages of everything beautiful. Photos. Receipts. Drawings. Letters.

So even if you forget again, the proof of your love won’t disappear.

Jay – “Pieces of You”

Jay had been strong through the whole thing — or at least, that’s what he told everyone. Quiet. Collected. Devoted. But when the doctor told him your treatment would make things worse before they got better, something inside him cracked.

And now, he’s watching the person he loves most unravel in front of him — not from the illness, but from the side effects of the cure.

You forget simple things first — what day it is, whether you’ve eaten. But then the darkness gets deeper. You flinch when he raises his hand to reach for something too quickly. You ask him why he’s here. You pull away from his touch. “We broke up, didn’t we?” you ask one night, shaking. “Why are you still here?”

Jay freezes.

You remember the fights.

You remember the distance.

You remember the hurt.

But not the apologies. Not the nights he stayed up rubbing your back until you fell asleep. Not the way he held you through every breakdown, even when you screamed at him to leave.

He grips the edge of the kitchen counter until his knuckles are white. “We didn’t break up,” he says softly, trying to stay steady. “I was a jackass sometimes. But I never left. I never wanted to.”

You bite your lip. “Then why does it hurt so much?”

He walks over and kneels in front of you, voice low and thick with emotion. “Because love isn’t always soft. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes we make mistakes. But I’ve spent every day since then trying to be better for you.”

You’re crying now, shaking your head. “I’m scared, Jay. What if I only ever remember the bad stuff?”

Jay’s jaw clenches, and for a second, the weight of it all nearly topples him. But he takes a deep breath and gathers you into his arms, wrapping you up like he’s trying to hold your entire world together. “Then I’ll remind you of the good things. Every single day. I’ll rebuild everything you forget until you see me — really see me — again.”

He starts small. Playing your favorite songs in the kitchen. Making your favorite snacks. Wearing that hoodie you always used to steal. He even pulls out the little notebook you wrote him love notes in during your early days — and watches your eyes linger on the pages like they almost spark something.

Even if some days you cry and ask him to leave.

He never does.

Even if some nights you wake up in a panic and ask where you are.

He holds you until you fall asleep again, whispering stories about your first date, your inside jokes, the time you made fun of his hair and then kissed him ten seconds later.

And slowly, he sees the pain start to crack.

One day, your eyes catch his — just for a second — and something in your expression softens. And you say, “You’re… always here.”

Jay smiles, broken but proud. “Yeah. I always will be.”

Jake – “The Breaking Point”

Jake had never thought love could feel so helpless.

When the doctor told him the treatment would worsen your memory before improving it, he nodded and held your hand tightly, trying to stay hopeful. “We’ll get through it,” he promised. And he meant it.

But no one warned him what it would feel like when you started forgetting him — not just his name or your anniversary, but who he was to you.

Some nights, you woke up terrified, pushing him away, whispering, “Why are you here? I don’t know you.”

Some days, you’d cry uncontrollably, begging him to leave, convinced he was just another person who’d hurt you in the past.

And then there were the worst days — when you remembered just enough to hate him. The bad fights. The cold silences during your rough patches. The time he left you crying in the living room after a terrible argument because he didn’t know how to fix things back then.

“I remember you walking out on me,” you say one afternoon, voice hoarse and flat. “I remember how lonely that felt.”

Jake’s chest tightens. He sits on the edge of the bed, hands folded between his knees. “I was scared. I didn’t know how to help you yet. I thought giving you space was the answer. But it was the worst decision I ever made.”

You glance at him, skeptical. “Then why are you here now?”

Jake lifts his gaze to meet yours, eyes glassy. “Because I learned. I messed up, but I learned. And I’m not going anywhere again — not even if you forget me every single day.”

He sets his phone down on the nightstand. It’s been recording short videos for weeks — tiny moments, little clips. You and him dancing in the living room. Laughing in the car. The way your eyes sparkle when you tease him.

“I made you these,” he says gently. “In case it gets bad. So you’d see how much I love you. How happy we were.”

You reach for the phone with trembling hands and press play.

And for the first time in days, Jake watches your expression soften. A faint smile tugs at your lips. Tears gather in your eyes — not from fear, but from something deeper. Recognition. Emotion.

A whisper escapes you: “I think… I remember this.”

Jake can’t hold it in anymore. He crawls into bed and pulls you close, burying his face in your shoulder. He doesn’t cry often, but tonight, the tears fall freely.

“I’ll remind you as many times as it takes,” he chokes out. “Even if you forget me every morning… I’ll make you fall in love with me every night.”

And you let him hold you.

Even if it’s fleeting — even if tomorrow, it fades again — tonight, there’s something. A spark of memory. A spark of you.

Sunghoon – “Please Don’t Forget Me”

Sunghoon had always been composed, cool on the outside even when the world inside him cracked. But nothing — not even the grueling competitions or long, sleepless trainee nights — had prepared him for this.

Not for watching the love of his life fade in and out of their shared world like a ghost. Not for seeing you smile one moment and flinch the next.

And definitely not for hearing you whisper, “I think I used to hate you.”

It rips through him.

You were doing better — or so he’d thought. But then the doctor’s words echoed again: “The meds might make it worse before they make it better. You’ll need to be patient.”

He’s patient. He tries. He sits by your side and tells you stories of how you first met, how you used to warm his cold fingers in winter, how you hated coffee ice cream, but always bought it because he loved it. He even laughs softly when you roll your eyes at him.

But then you start remembering the worst versions of him — the sharp words said in stress, the silent treatments he thought would protect you from his own pain. And they stick longer than any of the good memories.

“Why did you yell at me so much?” you ask quietly one night, staring at the ceiling.

Sunghoon swallows thickly. “I… I didn’t know how to handle everything. I was hurting too. And I thought silence would make it go away.”

You blink at him. “You always looked like you hated me.”

“I never hated you,” he says instantly, voice hoarse. “I hated myself for not being better for you.”

That night, you don’t speak again. But your hand finds his under the covers — slow, unsure. And it stays there.

Days blur together. Some are worse than others. One afternoon, you forget his name. Another, you ask if he’s your nurse. He pretends it doesn’t cut him, but when he gets home, he cries in the shower until the water runs cold.

Then one night, you wake up in a panic — breathing fast, eyes wide — and when he rushes to you, you grab him by the shirt and whisper, “Don’t leave. Please don’t leave.”

His arms wrap around you instantly, strong but shaking. “I’m not going anywhere. Even if you forget me a thousand times, I’ll stay here — reminding you that I love you. Every time.”

And slowly, his consistency begins to win. You start trusting him again. You laugh a little more. Some mornings, you remember that he takes his coffee black and that he sleeps on the left side of the bed. Some nights, you whisper his name like a secret.

Until one night, while he’s holding you close, you trace your finger over his jaw and whisper, “You’re my boyfriend, right?”

He freezes. “Yeah. I am.”

A tear rolls down your cheek. “I think I loved you before.”

Sunghoon exhales like he’s been holding his breath for weeks, pressing a trembling kiss to your forehead.

“You still do,” he whispers. “Even if you forget again tomorrow… I’ll be right here.”

Sunoo – “I’ll Remember Enough for Both of Us”

Sunoo never believed his sunshine could dim.

You were the light of his life — always humming in the kitchen, leaving lipstick on his cheek, wrapping your arms around him when the world was too loud. He loved you with a sweetness so complete it hurt sometimes.

So when the doctor said the treatment might worsen your memory before it got better, Sunoo told himself he could handle it. That he’d smile through it for you. That his strength would be enough for both of you.

But then came the days you forgot his name.

The days you looked at him like a stranger — scared, distant.

The nights you recoiled from his touch.

And worst of all, the moments you remembered only the pain.

“You used to be cruel,” you told him one morning. Your voice was quiet but firm, eyes hazy. “You never let me breathe.”

Sunoo blinked, throat tightening. “What?”

“You were clingy. Controlling. I think I wanted to leave.”

His heart broke clean in two. “No, baby… I—I was afraid of losing you. I held on too tightly, and I hurt you, I know that now. But I’ve changed. I swear I have.”

You stared at him for a long time, then turned away.

That night, Sunoo sat alone in the hallway, back against the door, crying silently into his knees. He hadn’t been perfect. But he’d loved you with everything. And now it was like all you could see were the cracks.

But even through the pain, he never gave up.

He filled your world with softness. Laughter. Warm food. Scented candles you once said reminded you of spring. Sticky notes on the mirror that read “You’re beautiful” and “You love me, remember?”.

And one day… you did.

You were sitting on the couch, half-asleep, when you looked up at him with glassy eyes and whispered, “You used to dance in the kitchen with me… even when there wasn’t music.”

Sunoo’s heart stopped.

You blinked, confused. “Why did you do that?”

He smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Because I wanted you to know I’d follow your rhythm no matter what.”

That night, he held you in bed like you were made of something fragile and sacred, whispering every soft thing he’d ever wanted to tell you into your skin.

“If you forget me again,” he said softly, “just know… I’ll always be the one waiting. The one who loves you even when you don’t remember how to love yourself.”

And in the quiet of that moment, with your head on his chest and your hand in his, it was enough.

Because even if your memories slipped again tomorrow — tonight, you were his.

Jungwon – “You’re Still My Home”

Jungwon was always steady. Reliable. The anchor in every storm.

But this… this wasn’t a storm he could brace for.

When the doctor explained the side effects — that the medication might make things worse before they improved, that you could lose more memories, deeper ones — he’d only nodded, jaw clenched tight.

Because what else could he do?

He’d promised to stand by you no matter what, and he meant every word. But he never imagined watching you forget him, forget your life together, forget yourself.

Some mornings you woke up beside him and screamed.

Some afternoons you wandered the halls in silence, asking where you were.

And some nights… you remembered just enough to hurt him.

“You always left,” you told him once, staring blankly at the window. “You loved your job more than me. You missed appointments. You missed me.”

And it was true — in the past. He had been too focused on his career. He’d thought he had time to make it up to you.

He never imagined your memory would turn time into something borrowed.

“I was wrong,” he whispered, kneeling in front of you. “I didn’t know how to balance it all back then. But I never stopped loving you. Not once.”

You didn’t respond. You just stood up and walked past him.

That night, he curled up on the couch, wide awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering how many more pieces of you would slip away before the treatment started to work.

But even through the fear, he didn’t leave.

He adjusted his schedule so he could work from home. He learned how to cook your favorite meals — the ones you didn’t always remember liking. He started writing down every moment you did remember — even if it lasted just a few minutes — and tucked them into a little leather-bound journal.

Until one morning… he found you sitting on the floor with that journal in your lap.

“I think you loved me a lot,” you whispered, voice shaking. “And I think… I did too.”

His chest ached as he dropped to his knees beside you. “You still do,” he said softly. “You just can’t feel it all the time right now. But it’s there.”

And when you turned to him — really looked at him — something in your gaze softened.

“I think I feel safe with you.”

He exhaled, pulling you gently into his arms. “You are safe. Always.”

And even if the road ahead was still foggy, filled with starts and stops and painful relapses… Jungwon would walk it with you. Every step.

Because no matter how much you forgot — he remembered enough for both of you.

And you would always be worth waiting for.

NI-KI – “Even If You Forget, I’ll Still Be Yours”

It scared him.

He was too young to be this scared. But watching you slip away, memory by memory, was the kind of fear that left Ni-ki hollow. Angry at the world. Angry at himself.

When the doctors said the new meds might make things worse before better, he didn’t believe them at first.

But then you forgot what city you were in.

Then his birthday.

Then his face.

He tried not to show it, but it gutted him. Every time you blinked at him like he was just some kid, like he wasn’t the one who stayed up all night playing video games beside you just to hear your laugh, or made midnight ramen when your cravings hit, or memorized every playlist you’d ever made.

And the worst part?

When you did remember — it was always the pain.

“You used to yell,” you said once, tears brimming. “I don’t think you liked me that much.”

“I never yelled at you,” he whispered, stunned. “I yelled when I was scared. I didn’t know how to handle all of this, and I took it out on myself — not you. But I never stopped loving you.”

You just stared. Like the words made no sense.

Ni-ki had never felt more helpless in his life.

But he didn’t walk away.

He started over. Every single day.

He introduced himself with a soft smile when you didn’t know his name. He told you stories about “a girl he used to love” — hoping that somewhere in those tales, you’d find yourself. He bought you the exact same stuffed animal from your first date. Played your favorite song and watched your eyes flicker, just for a moment, with something like recognition.

Then one night, he came home late and found you curled up in his hoodie on the couch.

“You used to hold me like this,” you murmured sleepily, barely awake. “Didn’t you?”

Ni-ki crouched beside you, fingers trembling as he brushed your hair back. “I did,” he whispered. “And I still want to.”

“Do I… do I make you happy?” you asked, eyes half-lidded.

He laughed — breathless, cracked. “You’re my entire happiness.”

And for that one night, you didn’t forget.

You let him hold you, kiss you gently, bury his face in your neck and cry like a boy lost in the storm — because for once, you were still there.

And even if tomorrow you forgot again… he wouldn’t stop fighting.

Because Ni-ki didn’t fall in love with your memory.

He fell in love with you.

And even if you couldn’t remember him — he would never stop remembering you.

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[sanguineterrain]

okay i've had this thought brewing for a while and i think you're the only writer who would do it justice!

reader meets jason again post-lazarus pit and he's amazed by how different reader is look-wise. reader was a teenager the last time they saw jason and now as an adult they've gotten a more "adult" body. reader is curvier, fleshier, no longer as lean as they were as a teen and is a bit self conscious about their body. but it drives jason wild to see his old crush all grown up into this mature body, hell he's changed a lot too. but yeah i feel like jason would be so body positive and full of praise 🩷

decided to combine this with a request i got for this prompt: 8) we share the bed because this is what we’ve done since we were kids, regardless of the adult implications now. i so agree with you anon, i think jason would be simultaneously body positive and absolutely FERAL for his old/current crush ;)

jason todd x gn!plus-sized!reader. reader used to work with the bats and is best friends with jayjay. reader is insecure and speaks poorly about their body. jason does NOT like that and desires you carnally! wahoo! suggestive content but no outright smut.

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You haven't been in Jason's room in five years.

Alfred's kept it pretty much the same. Same books on the shelves, same Gotham Knights sweatshirt Dick gave Jason for his birthday. The curtains are the same shade of maroon, and the left one has a tear from when you played with a batarang. Jason had covered for you and was grounded for a week.

You flip through a dog-eared copy of The Three Musketeers. A few of the pages have underlining in pencil. You trace them with your finger.

The door creaks open. You look up.

Jason freezes in the threshold. His wrist is bandaged and you can see stitches on his forehead. You frown.

"Hey." You set down the book and go to him, offering your shoulder for him to lean on. "You okay?"

Jason sighs, ignoring your shoulder. "Who called you?"

"What d'you mean? We're psychically linked, Jay-Jay. I sensed that there was trouble afoot in Gotham City."

"Uh-huh. That didn't work when you tried to convince the old man I needed a puppy because you psychically divined that it knew me in a previous life."

"You and that Terrier were soulmates and I'll hear nothing of the contrary."

You take Jason's arm, despite his protests that he can "make it two feet to the bed." He lays down, trying to hide how his arm twinges in pain. You slip in beside him.

Jason's a lot bigger than he was the last time you shared a bed. Well. You both are. You roll over so you're facing him, squished against his side. You pull your leg up, suddenly self-conscious about everything Jason might be able to see.

Jason is warm. He's warm and big and solid and good God, you've missed him.

Your best friend is also fucking gorgeous and you really want to kiss him, but, uh. Ignoring that. You're very practiced at ignoring the urge to kiss Jason.

"Thanks for comin'."

The light is still on, casting a soft orange glow across Jason's features. He glances at you, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. You can count all the freckles on his nose, this close.

"I'll always come when you call, Jay," you say. "Well, when Dickie calls. Said you got a concussion."

He turns his head, sighing at the ceiling. "'S not a big deal. Mild concussion. Leslie said I'll be fine in a week, but we all know that's code for two days."

"Yeah, I don't think so. You bats really are birds of a feather."

"How dare you. 'M nothing like those wackos."

"Sure, buddy. Keep lying to yourself. You brought me in all those years ago for a little normalcy."

"My mistake," Jason says.

He gets thwacked with a pillow for that. It fluffs his curls. He grins at you.

You tuck in closer, resting your chin on his shoulder. Jason turns his head so his cheek rests on the top of your head.

"You can have the bed," he says.

"Don't be a silly goose."

"'M gonna go home anyway."

You scoff. "Not like this, you're not."

"Been worse for wear."

You roll your eyes. "How are you gonna ride your bike with a hurt wrist and a concussion, genius?"

"Please, babe. The real question is how will I sneak past Alfred?"

"I'm a babe, now?"

Jason half-smiles. "Always were."

"Liar. Can you imagine me in a Batsuit again? Exactly, you can't. I simply don't have the bod for it."

"Hey." Jason reaches down and gently pinches your thigh. "Why ya doin' that?"

"Doing what?"

"Talkin' bad about yourself. Don't do that. 'Sides, it ain't true."

"Jaybird." You level him with a look. "Be serious. I know you're my best friend and you have to say that, but c'mon. I've seen the hotties you work with. Hell, I've seen Bruce and Dickie."

Jason's face twists in disgust. "Do not call my dad and brother hot."

"Okay, fine. I've seen you."

His brows rise. "What?"

"What, what?"

"Are you... callin' me..."

You snort. "Duh. Have you seen yourself? You've always been cute, Jason. If you didn't have the demeanor of a honey badger, you'd be fending off marriage proposals left and right from the Gotham public. You've always been the prettier one of us, Jay-Jay."

Jason's quiet. You keep going.

"Anyway, neon's never been my color, and it seems like that's a pretty immovable requirement these days. Like, I get Clark's trying to be seen from space but he doesn't get bloated. And the Spandex? Goodness gracious—"

"Y'really see yourself like that?"

Jason's staring at you with a wrinkled brow, mouth set.

"Like what?"

"Like you're not pretty? Like I'm too good for ya?"

You prop your head up on your arm. "You've always been too good for me, Jason Todd."

"That's just not true. And you're fuckin' beautiful, so stop sayin' that shit."

You blink. "Jay, c'mon—"

"No. It's true, so stop. You're the most beautiful person I've ever had the pleasure to know, and if anybody's gettin' proposed to, it's you."

"Jason." Your face is on fire. Why did you open your mouth? "Stop. It's fine. So I'm different; my body's changed and shit. I'm not an athletic vigilante anymore. My thighs have, like, their own zip code. It's my own fault. I didn't keep up the training and whaa—!"

In one fluid motion, Jason's rolled you onto him. Your legs straddle his waist. You catch yourself on his shoulders, then begin to scramble off, burning with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I'm heavy, you're injured—" you babble, picking up your leg.

"Will you quit?" Jason keeps your leg exactly where it is, tenderly stroking your ankle with his thumb. "Actin' like I'm made of whipped cream."

"You're concussed."

"Mildly."

"Stop, Jason. Please. You don't have to do this to-to prove a point. I get it, I won't talk bad about myself."

Bit hypocritical, considering some of the stuff you know for a fact Jason believes about himself.

But this is humiliating, your extremely attractive, crime-fighting best friend pretending that you haven't totally let yourself go all to bolster your ego.

"Nah, I don't think you get it," Jason says conversationally. His hand creeps under your shirt. You squirm. "I really, really don't think you get how fuckin' gone I am for ya."

"Huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Now, that's my fault, never sayin' anything. I was being cowardly. So lemme make it clear for ya, sweetheart."

His hand leaves your ankle and pulls your face to his. And then Jason kisses you.

"You're concussed," you whimper against his mouth. "Jason, you're—"

Jason laughs, low and sweet. He strokes the side of your face. "I could have amnesia and I wouldn't forget the fact that I've been in love with my best friend since I was fourteen."

"Are you sure you don't want me to move? I can—"

"No way. Y'know how long I've wanted you on me? Shit, I sound like a creep, thinking 'bout you like that, but—"

Jason rolls you both onto your sides. He hefts your leg over his, so you're slotted between each other. Then he kisses your neck, mouth hot and desperate. You gasp, belly swooping.

How long have you wanted this? How long did you believe you'd never feel this way about another person after Jason?

"I can promise you," Jason says, breathing hard against your skin. "You're a knockout. You knock me out. And I'll knock out anyone who says otherwise."

You huff and get a little braver, kissing Jason and returning him onto his back. He grins, sharp and hungry. He wants you. There's no doubt.

"I still think you're concussed," you murmur, letting him feel up your shirt. "But lucky for you, I have the utmost sympathy for poor, bedridden bats."

Jason hums, grunting when your teeth scrape his ear. "Oh, I've always known I was the lucky one, having you."

[kbbueckers]

house party

characters: caitlin clark x reader

overview: caitlin punches your homophobic and toxic ex boyfriend, tiny bit of fluff at the end

warnings: tiny bit of angst, tiny bit of blood, violence, homophobia from ex

caitlin has been your girlfriend for about two or three years, you and caitlin were at a house party because you begged her to go with you for weeks, and she finally agreed. turns out the begging wasn't even worth it, you weren't having fun. the music was bad, there was no food, and your ex was here. 

"i'm gonna go get a drink, kk?" you laid her down on the couch as she whispered something you didn't really hear. as you were refilling your cup, the one person you've been trying your best all night to avoid came up to you. 

jay was your boyfriend back before you even knew you were a lesbian. once you realized, you broke up with him because "the spark was gone." atleast that's how you worded it. he really never got over it, and still tries to hit on you every now and then. 

"you've been avoiding me, haven't you?" he asked, leaning against the door frame. you at first thought to not even reply, but you knew that would only make the situation worst. "if you know someone's avoiding you, why come up to them?" you went to walk away before he grabbed your arm, convincing you to stay.

"i've missed you." he attempted to touch your hair before you slapped his hand away. without your knowledge, caitlin had followed you through the crowd and saw the whole interaction with him.

caitlin was extremely overprotective, she has always made attachments to people easily, especially you. ever since you started dating, caitlin wouldn't let you out of her sight. either following you everywhere like a little puppy dog, or dragging you everywhere she went, you thought it was cute. 

"is he bothering you?" she asked. coming up behind you, and grabbing you waist to pull you back from him. caitlin knew your history with him. you always used to tell her whether you found out you were gay or not you still would've eventually ended things with him.

he treated you horribly the whole relationship. when you used to live with him in his apartment, anytime he got the slightest bit of angry, even if it wasn't your fault, he would kick you out. there were many nights where you had to knock on friends doors asking can you stay the night.

caitlin was one of those friends. you would cry to her many nights about how you couldn't do this anymore, and how bad he would make you feel. she always thought you deserved better, and now you had better.

you shake your head no. saving jay the trouble, knowing she could, and would, beat his ass. "this is none of your business." he starts to get defensive with caitlin, deciding to start trouble even though she's about a foot taller than him. 

"i'm her girlfriend, and it seems like you're bothering her, so it is my business." caitlin starts to get louder, and all up in his face. not sure if it was the alcohol or what, but she was ready to fight.

"oh so you're kissing girls now?" he turned to you in surprise. "that's none of your business." you replied. "man just leave her alone, she clearly doesn't wanna speak to you." caitlin brushed him off, turning around back to me as we both started to walk away. before we were able to walk away fully, jay muttered something.

"whatever, fuckin' homos"

what. the. hell. 

you and caitlin both stopped in your tracks, before you could even turn around to stop caitlin from doing whatever she was about to do, she turned around quick, serving a punch to jay's nose. he made a loud sound on the ground from falling, taking a few chairs with him, and the whole keg of beer, causing everyone to turn around in shock.

"come on baby, let's go." caitlin tugged your arm a few times before pointing to the door, turning around like she didn't just punch your ex boyfriend in the nose.

you nodded as you turned around to see jay's friends helping him up off the ground, his nose bleeding bad, and a puddle of beer forming around him. everyone around us was staring at caitlin, muttering and whispering, but she didn't care as we walked out of the house and into the cold. caitlin's arm around your shoulders, holding you tighter than when you first walked in.

caitlin was driving home in silence with her hand resting on your thigh, you couldn't help but notice the small red spots on her knuckles.

"are your hands okay?" she shook her head. "i'm good baby, thanks."

even though caitlin told you her hand was fine, once you got home you insisted on putting some ice on it and wrapping it. you were sitting on her lap and holding her fingers while dabbing the ice on them lightly.

"i'm sorry for punching him." she spoke up. you shook your head. "no, no. i wanna thank you. he definitely won't mess with me anymore." caitlin nodded. "why didn't you tell me he was bothering you?" caitlin wrapped her arms around your waist as she pulled you closer. you shrugged your shoulders in response "i didn't want this to happen." 

once you were finished wrapping her fingers, caitlin got both you and her ready for bed before you cuddled up against each other,  resting from the long night you just had. 

this kinda sucks but i've been working on it all afternoon and im tired, really hope you enjoy.

tips on how to improve my writing are greatly appreciated

-kbbueckers💋

[tinylilacbun]

Little Maybank

requested by anon

Pairing: brother!jj maybank x sister!reader

Warnings: suggestive comments/actions, brief mention of fighting, cursing, reader is a few years younger than JJ, protective!jj

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You and JJ walk side by side towards the entrance of the Pelican Yacht Club, the rest of the pogues waiting by the Twinkie for you both to get some valuable information that one of the waiters there has for a current little mission they're all on right now.

JJ has is hands stuffed into his pockets while you swing your arms back and forth, looking at all the luxurious yachts lined up by the docks.

"You think we'll have a yacht one day, Jay?" You ask sweetly.

"Sure, a big ass one for all of us." He answers with a smile, ruffling your hair a little to which you whine, batting his hand away and trying to fix it again while he chuckles.

JJ can't believe that even with how your guys life situation is he still manages to keep you far away from the harsh reality, always making sure you're not anywhere near Luke whenever he has one of his outbursts or beats him, telling you the bruises are from a fight with a kook.

All the pogues treat you like you're their little sister and protect you like one, never letting you go on their more dangerous missions and shielding you from any harm.

JJ will always see you as his baby sister, you're his responsibility and the only thing he takes seriously in his life, well of course he teases you like every normal brother does but only him, the pogues sometimes too but they know to not go too far.

Your bubbly and overall nice personality is both a blessing and a curse, your want to spread positivity everywhere you go is as admirable as it's frustrating because many people, especially kooks, don't deserve to witness your sweet nature.

Protecting you is JJ's top priority, he wants you to grow up better than he did and offer you a carefree life full of love and fun. He'll be damned if something ever happens to you.

After you both sneaked inside the club, looking for the guy that has information.

JJ finally locks eyes with him and nods his head towards the restrooms, the guy quickly getting the hint and you both walk over to them when JJ turns to face you.

"Stay right here. I'll be back in a minute." He instructs and you nod with a smile, watching him go inside the men's restroom, swaying a bit back and forth on your feet.

While you look around you hope that no one notices that you shouldn't be here, too sensitive for any confrontation no matter the reason.

A group of boys who are standing a few feet away nursing their drinks spot you. "Dude, isn't that little Maybank?

"Shit yeah. Means her dumbass of a brother can't be far. Not to mention they sure as hell aren't supposed to be here." One of them observes, a smirk forming on his face.

Your head snaps back to the restrooms as you see JJ come out again and make his way back to you. "A'ight, mission accomplished. Let's head back to the others."

You nod and you both went on when suddenly someone blocks your path.

"Whoa, not so fast, pogues. Here to steal your next meal huh?" A brunette with a smug expression teases you both.

JJ clenches his jaw, moving you behind him protectively, his hands balling at his sides. "Man, we don't want any trouble."

"Who are you trying to fool here, Maybank? Your poor asses shouldn't even be here."

JJ glares at him but unclenches his fists again when he feels your hands grab onto his bicep, trying to keep himself in check, not wanting you to see him lash out.

He took a deep breath, about to just walk past that douchebag when he hears you yelp suddenly as the guy's friend slapped your ass.

"That little beauty can stay tho." The black haired boy chuckles.

Before you could comprehend what just happened JJ swiftly turns and swings his fist, his knuckles connecting with the guy's jaw who had dared to touch you.

You gasp at that, stumbling back and against the brunette, quickly turning around to face him and without thinking twice you push him over the railing and watch him fall into the water.

Hearing several gasps from the club members and employees around you has you freezing, grappling the fact what you just did when JJ grabs your hand.

"C'mon! We gotta go!" He stresses, pulling you out of your shocked state and you instantly start running, hearing the way JJ laughs. "Oh my god that was crazy!"

Pope slides open the Twinkie's door from inside when he sees you both running and you jump in, your back hitting the wall.

"Bro drive!" JJ shouts at John B and he quickly starts the van as you and your brother keep panting.

"What the hell happened?" Kie asks, looking you both over concerned.

"You guys will never believe it..." JJ breathes heavily, glancing at you with a grin and you blush, a small smile forming on your face. "Our little angel here just pushed a kook into the water."

You're surprised when your friends start to cheer and ask questions excitedly, wanting to know what happened.

You giggle as Kie and Cleo wrap their arms around your neck from each side, their hurried questions overlapping each other.

Pope ruffles your hair just like JJ always does, and you can hear John B laughing behind the wheel, smacking it a few times while Sarah claps her hands.

Your smile stays rooted on your face, feeling happy and safe in your family's presence.

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[shintaru]

Darling, hold my hand

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It hasn’t been long since you joined the hummingbird crew. You flew to Korea after finding out Shelly lives here. You had been childhood best friends and how could she move to Korea without telling you. You had found out from Owen that her trip to visit her grandpa had turned into her new life. It’s all in the past now but you’re still a little salty.

You were still new to Korea not having many friends besides your crew but they were all busy today even Shelly was busy with her boyfriend. You wish you could make some more friends so you wouldn’t be so lonely here. It seems like only one person will give you the time of day but he’s definitely not an option on your list to hang out with. You’d rather voluntarily hang out with TJ than him.

Since joining the hummingbird crew some odd guy from another team has been following you around constantly and you’re not really sure why. You never pay attention to what he’s saying he gives you the creeps. You were warned by Dom that you should stay away from him because he’s from the sabbath crew and apparently they are trouble makers. You always try to ignore him but he doesn’t seem to respect your personal space nor does he seem to care that you don’t want to talk to him.

Anytime you turn to walk away from him he just spins you around to face him once again and he always gets way too close to your face. Gosh just thinking about him makes you feel uncomfortable you wish he’d leave you alone. You did get a little curious about his crew and you looked them up to find out his name was Hyuk. Every member looks scary so you still want to keep your distance.

You decided to head to an ice cream shop for a sundae. You had nothing else to do and you were really craving an ice cream. You enter the ice cream shop heading straight to the counter to order a banana split. After receiving your order you take your seat at a booth by the window. Taking a bite of your banana split you get a notification from Shelly.

It says “AHHHHH loook what I got Jayyyy to do with me!!!!!!” With a video attached. You play the video and it shows Jay holding Shelly’s hand in a shy way. “They are so cute,” you say to yourself. “Awww that’s so cute” you text Shelly back, attaching a photograph of your banana split. “Let’s try it, I'll do better than Jay!” Hyuk says.

Making you jump slightly you’re in shock and quite frankly a little scared “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?” You whisper and shout at him trying not to disturb other customers in the shop. “I followed you in” he says while using a spoon to take a bite out of your banana split. “Hey, that’s mine, go buy your own!” You say sternly. “Show me the video again” he replies.

“I didn’t even show you the first time you invaded my personal space to see it” you say rolling your eyes. Unlocking your phone to see if Shelly texted back you decided you were just going to ignore him. That was until he snatched your phone out your hand and scrolled through your messages with Shelly. “What are you doing with my phone?” You say trying to reach for it but he raises it too high in the air even being on the tips of your toes you can’t reach it.

You fold your arms across your chest slightly annoyed as you watch him replay the video on your phone. He starts recording and hands the phone to you. You raise your eyebrow at him. “Are we going to try it or not?” He asks. You give in only because you know he won’t leave you alone until you do. You put your hand up waving it making sure it’s in frame before you give him a look that indicates you want him to hurry up.

He places his hand firmly against yours and slowly interlocks his fingers with yours taking his precious time. “You’ve got to be kidding me he’s doing this on purpose” You think to yourself. You’re brought out of your thoughts when you feel his hand fully enclosing your hand in his. His hands are cold and huge compared to yours.

He turns both of your wrists so now the back of your hand is facing his chest. He bends down and brings both of your hands to his face allowing his lips to brush softly against your knuckles while making eye contact with you. He straightens his posture while stepping back and slowly letting go of your hand while smiling at you. “Aww what a cute couple” an elderly lady says while walking past you two.

“Wait we aren’t…” you cut your sentence off after feeling Hyuk snatch your phone out your hand again. “What are you doing now?” You ask. He raises the phone in the air to where he knows you can’t reach once again until he’s done with it and hands it back to you. “My number is in there now” he says then he turns and walks out the ice cream shop leaving you confused .

You check your phone seeing you got a message from Shelly “OMG WHO IS THAT GUY HOLDING YOUR HAND?!!” “WHAT THE FUCK HE SENT THAT TO SHELLY!!” You shout. Once you see people staring in your direction you mouth “sorry” hoping they will quit staring. You sigh “at least I can finish my banana split now” you think to yourself.

Except your banana split isn’t there, it’s gone… “WHAT THE FUCK HE ATE ALL OF MY BANANA SPLIT!!” You shout out making people stare at you once again. “You ape you owe me a banana split” you text him. “So it’s a date” he replies back. He still gives you the creeps because he’s so unpredictable but he’s kinda cute.

Hyuk’s reference is Zayne from Love & Deepspace

Dedications: @dzvelinaskebiyars @hyukwwn

[nakylvr]

here are some of my personal hcs, jay! expand on them if you want to:)

spidey megs def exposed her identity multiple times to no avail; nobody ever believes her because she’s unserious

spidey megs would definitely use her powers to her advantage in her daily life, she’s honestly very reckless. it’s really surprising no one’s caught her yet.

spidey megs tends to try to solve conflict by trying to reason first before fighting–it usually never works but the thought is appreciated by sophia ( who i headcannon would be her ned in a sense )

spidey megs has trouble with her dyslexia on missions, so much so that everyone just gives her a transmitter and hope to god that it works. last time she tried to read up on the villain beforehand she got her ass beat😭

spidey megs likes to promote fanart, fan fictions, fancams–really anything about spider woman despite it being her. it makes her look like a lesbian weirdo superfan.

spidey megs is definitely a loser. when she gets a crush, her powers go haywire😞 one time she was walking behind you on her way to class and accidentally got stuck on the staircase into the building. ( she had to ditch her shoes and her socks )

spidey megs is always posting on her personal account in places she should not be at. it really begs the question why nobody ever believes her, esp when she’s on the side of the empire state building 💔

when spidey megs did interviews, she stuttered a lot. it was to the point that reporters just covered the rescue and skipped it entirely. it is like that to this day.

spidey megs does dance trends after fighting villains if she’s not bruised up too much. ( her favorite is wall dancing )

as a girlfriend, spidey megs goes for grand gestures, using her alter-ego to show how much she loves you. you want flowers? yeah, she’s using superhero status to get you flowers from greece. you want thai food? completely authentic–she’s going there for you right now. you want a letter? good. after she’s done with this robber, a love letter will appear on the side of a building, proofread before by sophia so it’s perfect. only the best for you, she’s a loser in love.

spidey megs is the type of girlfriend to web somebody that was bothering you to a pole. if there ever is a need for a fight, trust and believe she’s beating ass for you.

spidey megs is really clingy. she’s taking you with her almost everywhere if she knows it’s gonna be safe. even though she wants you with her all the time, she doesn’t want to risk you getting hurt.

you’re giving spidey megs massages and first aid all the time. when you come into the picture, sophia is overjoyed that she’s got less of a workload. megan doesn’t ask for them, not wanting to be too selfish and bother you, but it’s only when you gently coax her into laying down and convincing her she’s okay that lets go.

spidey megs convinces you and sophia to bring speakers to her next big fight in new york, asking you to give her a “theme song.” it was join us for a bite. it became a meme. she’s still pressed about it–the song coming up in her edits and in her personal life makes her so irritated😭

spidey megs is loaded after becoming officially affiliated with the avengers. but before that, she was the broke-as-fuck college vigilante. she totally asked to hold 50 from sophia to buy you things, promising to pay her back. ( she didn’t and never will )

also bonus, when spidey megs first enrolled in college, sophia told her she should take up martial arts or contact sports to explain why she was always looking beat–in short, megan takes jiu jitsu and does wrestling. she also still takes dance as well, just for the flexibility! ( it’s where she meets you😊 )

angst moment: when you die because she couldn’t save you in time, she puts up the mask for a while. she’s in a mix of disassociation and disbelief, refusing to believe that you are truly dead until she’s forced to come face to face with your killer again: this time with sophia’s life on the line.

it’s only then that she chooses to get back into hero life, wanting to honor your memory, and save others from suffering the same fate as you and her.

with love, 🐠

YES GODDDDDD SPIDEY!MEGAN I LOVE YOU SO BAD 💔💔💔 this is all so real i have no words nothing to add ITS BEAUTIFUL and i will be stealing for future spidey!meg fics if thats okay 🫶

[tweetybaird]

He’s Just A Baby

Summary: KookQueen!Reader x Pogue!JJ Maybank + x DrugDealer!Rafe (he’s dating Barry and I will not take no for an answer, except you can’t rly tell in this fic cause i was too focused on JJ/Rafe). JJ has an argument with reader and runs off, he goes to Barry’s searching for drugs (nothin too crazy just some addy and weed) but is denied because you told Rafe and Barry not to give him anything, he has a breakdown and Rafe has to take over the role of Dom until you get there. You and JJ go home and have emotional make-up sec till he sleeps (pt. 2). Okai Bai

CW: Dom!Reader, Sub!JJ, Crybaby!JJ, Mommy Kink (just a little tho), not daddy KINK but there is usage of the word daddy- yknow?, i think it’s little space? idk if it rly is but he’s like DEEP into subspace if not (somebody educate me pls i searched for hours how to describe what happens in this fic and i found nothing), Rafe (unwarranted) doms JJ but it’s only to calm him down and nothing sexual happens, lemme know if i missed anything *OPTIONAL* IN PART 2 {Overstim, Riding, Dacryphilia, Slapping, Falling asleep during sex, the pogues are kinda assholes but only for a sec,}

(this is mostly rafe x jj x barry but i pinky promise part 2 has more x reader if y’all want that. oh also there’s no gold in this AU, Rafe is sober, and everybody gets along)

“I mean honestly JJ! What the fuck were you thinking?! It’s like you want us to break up!”

The words wouldn’t leave the boys mind, bouncing off the sides of his skull and repeating over and over, seeming louder each time. Tears were pouring down his face, though it was hard to tell with the rain soaking his body. JJ was running. Away from you. He never thought he’d run again, his dad was dead and he’d been living with you for two years now. Originally you’d lived in an apartment paid for by your parents, but since you’ve become CEO of their company (per their retirement), you’ve bought your own home. A quaint little house with a pier leading right to the beach. It was JJ’s sanctuary. You are his sanctuary.

He couldn’t even remember what he’d done at this point. All he knew is you were angry and he was scared. He could feel his mind fuzzing over, brain fighting to pull him into subspace to avoid the panic attack making itself known. But JJ ignored the call of the fuzzy headspace, his bare feet coming to a halt, right outside Barry’s home.

He stormed up to the door, banging on it with his fist. The tears were still pouring from his eyes, but he made no noise, and his body was ram rod straight, so that if you couldn’t see his tears, you’d have no idea he was crying. “What the fuck??” Barry snatched open his door, the loud knocking forcefully coming to a stop. Rafe stood behind the older man, arms crossed and a concerned look covering his features, “Jay?”

“Barry you gotta gimme somethin’ man,” JJ whimpered, pushing past the man and into the house, plopping down on the brand new couch - courtesy of Rafe. “Nuh uh, nope,” Barry denied him immediately, very fond of the life he still had. “Your old lady would murder me if I gave you anythin’, you gotta leave. Now”

JJ evaporated at the words, slumping into the couch, his headspace finally winning over. The blonde sobbed, pulling his knees up to his chest, arms holding them tight as he hid his face. “Mama’s gon’ be so mad at me!” His cries shook his whole body, trembling from the cold, anxiety of getting in trouble, and sobs that he couldn’t seem to stop. Rafe’s protective side kicked in immediately.

“Bear get me water please. Ice cold. And in one of those sippy cups we keep for your nieces,” Rafe softly ordered, sitting down on the couch next to JJ. The younger boy was now rocking himself back and forth, fingers intertwining in his hair and pulling on the strands. “Baby,” Rafe began, voice soft but loud enough that JJ could hear over his cries. “Can I touch you dewdrop? Hm? Just want a hug,” Rafe began, and when JJ didn’t respond, instead pulling harder, he continued, hesitant and quiet, “Can daddy hold his little boy for a minute?” That got the boys attention.

JJ’s cries stopped immediately, his entire body freezing. His arms slowly moved, knees slipping down, until finally, JJ showed his face. “Daddy?” It was barely a whisper, and if Rafe wasn’t looking right at the blonde, he probably wouldn’t have heard it. “Yeah, little dewdrop,” He began, slowly opening his arms so as not to startle the shaky boy before him. “Can daddy hold you? Might make you feel better?”

Barry walked quietly into the room, two cups in hand. One carried a sippy cup, filled with the ice water Rafe requested, and he sat it gently on the table. The other held a baby bottle, filled to the brim with what he called ‘baby sleeper’, Barry’s own concoction of warm milk, condensed milk, vanilla extract, and sugar (and a tiny sprinkle of melatonin, but only a little, he doesn’t want to drug his friends). The older man had created this when he realized just how many of his friends were submissive, some coming to him when they need to clear their head.

Both men are startled when JJ leaps forward, burying his face into Rafe’s chest as he climbs in his lap, straddling the Kooks thighs. JJ goes limp as soon as he gets comfortable, head pressed firm against Rafe’s left pec, arms hanging limply by his sides as he slumps against the larger man. “Dada,” he mumbles, smacking his lips as he begins to babble babyish nonsense.

“Yeah, dewy,” Rafe began, reaching out for the milk rather than the water when he sees the state JJ is in. “C’mere little one, daddy’s gotchu.” Rafe pulled the boy closer, laying back against the arm of the couch, laying JJ against his side and supporting his wobbly head with his arm. Barry stepped forward, “Hey little rapunzel,” he murmured, smiling softly when JJ giggled at the nickname. Barry handed Rafe the bottle, watching as the taller man pressed the nipple to JJ’s lips. The small boy watched Rafe closely, eyes tracking his every movement. Rafe was patient, simply rubbing the nipple of the bottle over JJ’s lips, waiting for the boy to notice it, milk spilling out a bit and lightly coating his lips. As soon as he realized what daddy was doin, JJ’s mouth popped open eagerly, the nipple slipping inside, the sweet taste of ‘baby sleeper’ instantly flooding his senses.

Barry stepped away once the boys were settled, pulling out his phone to call his close friend. She answered immediately. “Hey, Ma-“ The man began to speak, immediately being cut off. “Barry! Oh thank goodness, is he with you??! Please I can’t find JJ!” Barry lowered his voice, shushing her softly, “Yeah he’s here, Rafe’s got him down. You on the way?” Barry listened carefully, hearing your distressed sniffles and the way you took a deep breath, he could almost see you putting up your walls. “Yeah, just give me a couple hours please? Can you watch him? I just- I can’t do this right now I need a minute.” Barry assured the girl immediately, “No problem, Ma, take your time,” He mumbled, glancing over at the boys on his couch. “I’ve got him.”

Barry walked back over to the men, watching Rafe support JJ’s head with his bicep, the smaller boy’s body gone completely limp. The blonde stared wide-eyed up at Rafe, who was telling a fairytale, Rapunzel, from what Barry could tell. Every once in a while Rafe would have to stop, his pinky coming up to tap the young boy’s cheek and wipe the spilling milk off, reminding JJ to continue drinking instead of just letting it fill his mouth.

While JJ was distracted, Barry had grabbed some of his own pajama pants, quickly but quietly pulling JJ’s wet jeans off of his body and replacing them with the comfier item of clothing. Barry begrudgingly pulled JJ away from Rafe, just long enough to remove his sopping wet shirt, but the boy sobbed like it was pure torture. “Daddy! Wan’ baba. Daddy tell him no. Sto’ bear please! No more, wan’ daddy! S’op it, stop! Daddy!” The blonde only calmed when Rafe pulled him into his arms once more, chest now bare, having removed his own shirt in believing that skin-on-skin would benefit the smaller boy. “Sh, sh, sh. Enough of that now little one. Barry was only trying to help, you say thank you. Now c’mere, daddy’s gotchu. My little dewdrop, sweet dewy.” JJ went limp once more, head bobbing until Rafe propped it up against his bicep. The older man fought the urge to giggle as JJ stared up at him starry-eyed once more, completely in a daze. Rafe brought the bottle to JJ’s lips, rubbing the nipple over them once more to gain his attention, but the boy didn’t realize what he was meant to do until Rafe tapped the bottle against his lips gently, his mouth opening wide to take it. 

Soon, JJ is fast asleep, the bottle is replaced with a baby blue pacifier, and the boy is moved to the bedroom. His eyes flutter and he whines for a bit after being laid on the bed, harshly sucking on the paci, kicking his legs out and flailing his arms in a mini tantrum, but after some tummy rubs from Rafe and words of mumbled praise by Barry, he relaxed once more. The men lay him on his side, Rafe taking the front and Barry the back. After a while of comfortable silence, they too fall asleep, all three of the men snoring softly.



[kamisama1kiss]

don’t mind me, just an anon dropping the idea of Descendants AU Lloyd Garmadon into your head so I’m not the only one suffering with the idea of it

...Wait, this is smart. Since we all know who his father is 🤭 that is so absolutely yummy! I saw this at about 5 am. And had a hard time falling asleep after wanting to see more of this AU. Whoever you are, you're an absolute genius

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Lloyd Garmadon { Rotten to the core }

Platonic headcanons

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• I can definitely see him wear a lot of dark greens, black and gold details alongside some bone design along his outfit, taking insporation from when he was younger

• He is on the VK island. You can't change my mind

• Being one of the chosen ones to go alongside Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlose to leave for Arudon (if we follow the storyline)

• It took him a lot longer to get used to all the none stealing, discovery of his new favourite food which would be sweets

• Mostly silent or scoffing at others with a nutural expression, but eventually, when getting closer to actually him considering you a friend som smaller hints of smile will be present

• Let only specific people touch him since he had little to nothing or not at all a good connection with his father and his mother, it made him feel weak which is a big no no

• A ton of stolen candy bars hidden under his pillow from the day

• Had naturally a mystery aura around him, being closest to the four other VK with a few others eventually around the school

• Would use his Oni aspect of him whenever anyone gets on his nerves to scare them off or just intimate the person

• Would constantly be on the move. He is everywhere yet nowhere at the same time

Romantic

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•Definitely the trope of you fell first he fell harder

• It took MONTHS for him to even know what the things he felt meant. After listening in on Evie and Mals' conversation, he would understand what he was infant having romantic feelings

•Definitely in denial, having never felt it before, which did scare him even more. Pushing you away at all cost

•The only reason why the relationship even started had to be because you asked/told him that you felt romantic twords him

• Still in denying it, but decided to try after thinking a few days in a row about it

"I suppose it can't hurt.. trying? Just be aware that it will not be a walk in the park."

"I understand that very well... even went through the thought many of time, I want this"

• The answer only made him feel more secure about his decision and felt safe to let you in, his heart having never gone this fast before, even from all the danger he has gone through

• He stole things for you just because it reminded him of you and thought you'd like it. Knowing it would make you smile made it worth getting in trouble

• No PDA whatsoever, but if lucky, maybe a little pinky finger holding in the start at least. It took months of resuring and convincing, but now, at least, he'd be willing to hold hand. Maybe even a hand on the small of their back

• If anyone says or looked at his s/o weirdly, he wouldn't hesitate to put the person in their place

• Prefers sitting in silence and just comfortably exist next to one another under the moon and stars

• Playing with his hair would simply put him to sleep within seconds. Any sort of touch from his s/o would immediately relax him. Being on guard and tense from being used to the island

I am tempted to make some sort of fanfiction of this AU 🤭🤭 if there are any suggestions, I'd happily write them of our very beloved evil oni boy.

I've been sat here for an hour, just giggling to myself

[bothoutsiders]

They are brothers and both have their own partners. Jason has a gf and Tim a bf, cringe.

"J-jay," thin fingers dug into Jason's arms as another moan echoed throughout the room, accompanied by a wet sound. "Someone might see us!"

Jason kissed his neck, fighting his mighty need to leave a mark, but he knew better. If he did that, Bernard would be upset and even break up with Tim. Not that he would mind, but he didn't want to cause any trouble. He wanted Tim to be happy, and if that meant they would need to keep this a secret, then he was going to do it without complaints. "They're all busy." He whispered against his skin, as he pushed another wet finger inside of his brother.

Tim arched his back and covered his mouth with a hand immediately, muffling his own moans. Tim was lifting his ass, supporting himself against the door as his tiny, pink hole took his big brother's fat fingers with ease.

Those lovely fingers abandoned him abruptly, only to be replaced by something way thicker and hotter, pushing so deliciously slow inside of him. Tim might have been drooling by now, but he couldn't tell. His mind was only able to focus on the pleasure his so, oh dear brother, was offering to him.

"Where's Jason?" It was the sudden (and so close) voice of Jason's partner.

"Has anyone seen Tim? I can't find him either."

"Fuck--" Jason panted, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on not coming right there while a trickle of sweat ran down his temple. "Timmy, you're--" he squeezed Tim's hips. "Too tight. Didn't know this aroused you so much."

When Tim turned his face to complain, to explain to him it wasn't that he was aroused, it was the fear-- (and maybe the adrenaline of almost being caught), Jason caught his lips and kissed him so passionately, that Tim forgot everything. The way his tongue invaded his mouth, how it danced a so intimate dance with his own tongue. How he felt desired, how he was being devoured.

Jason began to move with quick, short thrusts, because they were in the middle of a family reunion. Their father, Alfred, siblings and partners were there, eating, having fun, talking... And they were here, hiding and fucking because they have missed each other, and sex between them was way better than with their partners.

Tim came with a violent shiver, staining Jason's hand. It took a few more thrusts for his big brother to come, but when he did, he came inside Tim with a heavy load. He even made sure to leave all of it in the deepest of his little brother, because Tim was a good boy, and he would never allow Jason to waste a single drop.

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this little thing is for you, anon, hope you love it as much as i loved writing it. also, i apologize but i have no idea who is jason's partner since i don't follow comics anymore (i'm all about quality, bb). x

[carrots453]

hihi!! i'd like to see if i could request some kai (ninjago) agere headcanons? thank you in advance!!! ❤

yes ofc! I literally love him 🔥

❤️ Kai Smith (Ninjago) agere headcanons! ❤️

Kai is a flip! (caregiver lean)

🔥 Little Kai 🔥

regression age 3-8

main caregivers are Cole and Zane

jay is often his playmate

loves playing + hates when he has no one to play with

has a short temper, especially when little

following on from that, he would accidentally set so many things on fire during his tantrums that the other ninja had to start making his toys etc. out of vengestone

he needs reminders to use the bathroom sometimes but doesn’t wear diapers because they make him uncomfortable

he doesn’t always need a cg but it’s better for him to be supervised since he’s often getting himself into trouble

only uses pacis when he gets really eepy!/regresses to a younger age

his most common regression age is 4-7 meaning he can do some things himself but often spends his time clinging to cgs or waiting to be told what to do

🔥 Caregiver Kai 🔥

ends up caring for Lloyd the most often

he’s always trying to convince his little he’s a cool dad/big brother

does a lot of babying (unless his little is uncomfortable with it) cuz he’s always using nicknames like: baby, kiddo, bub, buddy etc.

if his little is padded he can usually change them with ease, he has experience from when he had to take care of his sister. (Not the same obvs but yk what I mean)

wants his little to have fun - takes them to mega monster amusement park when they’re good

kinda freaks out if his little cries - “noo, don’t cry.. not now please no!!” He says, trying to keep away from them

so he usually gets Zane to help with that

secretly finds lloyds tantrums adorable and has to keep himself from laughing.

tries to impress his littles with fire but has to be careful in case they try to set themselves on fire…

plays a bunch of games, peekaboo, hide and seek, Roblox.. you name it

when he’s playing hide and seek he pretends not to know where you are

whenever Lloyd gets anxious he tends to hide under tables so Kai has to come get him out - he bangs his head a lot and has to try not to swear

[ghost-bxrd]

Ghost, you are a fountain of incredible aus. I am impressed (and a little jealous). Do you have anything more on eldritch Jason or the Calvin Rose road trip au?

Awe thank you! I’m happy you’re enjoying all the crack content on here hehehe 💚💚

and boi do I have more ✨

Edlritch Jason 👁️

Jason has trouble keeping his true form in check when he’s excited! The happier/upset he gets, the more his outline and shape start to ooze

He has several maws with teeth that range from blunt to sharp needle points. In one of those maws hides a black hole

Jason is scared of space, funnily enough. Too empty and vast for him as he gets lonely pretty easily. He likes the crowded spaces teeming with life.

Jason loves learning new human things

Jason has no reaction to fear or joker toxin. Or any kind of substance that would impair a regular human’s health. Bruce finds out about that after he nearly loses his mind with worry following a widespread toxin attack in which Jason “forgets” his rebreather.

Pictures of Jason always end up looking a little displaced. There’s always some kind of glitch/blur/shadow in it that no amount of tech improvement can get rid of

Even though he’s eldritch at core, Jason’s human body can still be hurt, and he experiences pain just like any other human would

Calvin Rose road trip 🌹

Calvin finds Jason soaking wet and still in his funeral clothes and injuries sitting by the curb and is disturbed enough by the kid’s appearance to usher him back to his hideout.

For the longest time Calvin thinks Jason is called Bruce because that’s the only thing he will say

Taking Jason with him is a spur of the moment decision. Jason reminds him too much of himself, beaten and broken and locked away in a dog cage to die, and he looks so… lost. Calvin can’t bear to drive away from that without knowing what happens to the kid

As much as Calvin grumbles about it sometimes he’s exceptionally good and patient with Jason. He talks a lot and points out inane things even though he rarely (if ever) gets a reaction. (Calvin was lonely, not that he’s gonna admit that)

For some time Calvin thinks Jason used to be trained as a Talon when a few people try to mug them and Jason goes all Robin-training on them. He’s sure their little experiments went to far and the Court meant to dispose of him now that he’s “broken”

The first words Jason speaks that isn’t any iteration of Bruce’s name is “burger” (because he wants a burger). Calvin buys him ten because that’s literally the first time Jay has ever expressed an opinion on food.

Jason’s second word is “Dick”, and Calvin nearly chokes to death on his beer.

From there on it’s a steady improvement of Jay’s mental state, but that also means he starts getting night terrors as he remembers his death and the Joker. Once Calvin pieces together the broad picture he’s down to devising plans to dispose of the clown. He’s not making compromises where people who hurt children are concerned. Especially not if they’re family

Jason never tells Calvin about Batman or being Robin, he’s… kind of happy to be away from all of it. Especially after seeing Brucie Wayne and his new protege and Dick Grayson, a happy and smiling family, on the news together. And sightings of Robin making the front page of most magazines

Calvin knows Jason is hiding something from him, but hey, so is Calvin. All he knows is that his kid brother road trip buddy really doesn’t seem to like Gotham’s vigilantes. Something he can totally respect. And thankfully, Calvin is skilled enough to keep him safe even if the glorified furry and his acolytes were to come after Jay for whatever reason.

Jason’s favorite song to listen to while driving is “I know the end” by Phoebe Bridgers. Calvin starts out hating the song but is to endeared by how happy Jason gets (even in his early catatonic state) that he doesn’t say anything. It ends up being both their favorite song

[pinkbrries]

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃. 𝐁𝐘 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄

all the songs june has taken a part of and is credited: songwriting, producing or both (enha’s discography and others)

nini says💬: hi !!! life has been soooooo busy (as you can notice by this… dead blog lol) but i wanted to out something out for june^^ will try to make posts as frequent as i possible can<3 hope you enjoy this one !!

june’s masterlist.

june is usually known for writing and being NO in between: either goes from fluffy, romantic songs (the cute song enha has are probably written/produced by her HELPPP) or from heart-wrenching, yearning, passionate or impossible love (like… she’s going through her third divorce and her kids are getting taken away😭😭)

she has tried different styles tho… different feelings here and there, BUT she usually uses love and similar feelings for her compositions.

she uses the pseudonym ‘LMJ’ (LeeMinJun) and every song that she’s accredited to, appears like that

june has KOMCA credits on 36 songs so far (legend. an icon. hardworking. girlboss. girl writes. girl produces) (she needs to sleep tho…)

got nominated by the korea brand awards on 2024 under the category "proud korean gran prize (composer)" and won.

there hasn’t been an enha comeback in which she hasn’t participated; she has either produced or composed at least one song.

*jake and june during a live* jake: there’s no way … / june: ??? what are you talking about / jake with literal heart eyes: there’s no way you’re this pretty and this TALENTED !! || *cue the minjake shippers going crazy on twt*: MY PARENTS. MY CRUMBS.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

BORDER: DAY ONE

10 months

➞ she literally said on an interview that she wrote this one inspired on her situation because 😵‍💫😵‍💫 girly was crushing HARD on a boy during mixnine era …. and he rejected her because she was younger than him HELPPPP

➞ *cue the hyung line like: 🤨🤨🤨😐😐😐*

➞ #ripjune he didnt deserve you queen !!

BORDER: CARNIVAL

mixed up

MANIFESTO: DAY 1

tfw (that feeling when)

結 -YOU-

blossom

MEMORABILIA

fatal trouble

ROMANCE: UNTOLD –DAYDREAM–

your eyes only

hundred broken hearts

DESIRE : UNLEASH

too close

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

BORDER: DAY ONE

given-taken

➞ helping producing her own debut song … #legend

DIMENSION: DILEMMA

go big or go home

MANIFESTO: DAY 1

paradoxx invasion

foreshadow

➞ she decided to drop the craziest outro to ever exist and then, never speak about it ever again

➞ smh june …

DARK BLOOD

fate

➞ everyone, in unison: thanks june for heeseung’s siren vocals

ORANGE BLOOD

mortal

MEMORABILIA

criminal love

teeth by jungwon, heeseung, sunoo, niki

lucifer by jay, jake, sunghoon

➞ she went crazy with these…

➞ she really said ‘there won’t be any weird sounding songs for my members on my watch🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️’

➞ explains why the ‘02 liners and heeseung were giggling like high-schoolers with a crush on the behind the scenes where june is supervising the recording 🫨 …… anyways

uncover by june

➞ she didnt get the chance to songwrite her own solo:// … but AT LEAST, she produced it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ROMANCE: UNTOLD

xo (only if you say so)

brought the heat back

ROMANCE: UNTOLD –DAYDREAM–

daydream

DESIRE : UNLEASH

loose

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 (𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆)

DIMENSION: ANSWER

polaroid love

➞ oh man…. this one started everything with her combining both producing and composing: you see– girly was bored, was being silly and feeling fluffy, and wrote down some lyrics here and there. she was like “heh” and also decided to play here and there with her computer… she went with some of the producers and showed it to them, and they were like ??? ok wait. this is actually good?? let’s add it to the repackage– and june was like 😦 “IS IT NOW???” 😭😭

➞ surprise …….. she didn’t know polaroid love would make it big)

DARK BLOOD

sacrifice (eat me up)

➞ she ACTUALLY wrote the most love-yearning lyrics and decided to actually produce this whole song…

➞ the original demo is recorded by her – the very first time she has recorded a demo (my girl was so NERVOUS when the producers showed the original demo to the rest of the boys😭😭)

➞ but omg ?? everyone LOVED it. they were like NOONA??? THIS IS GOOD WTH

➞ cue june being like :’))) thank you in tiny

➞ jay mentioned this demo once during a live and he was like *fool lovesick smile* “minjunnie noona’s demo is really cool and beautiful. i wish one day you guys can listen to it”

➞ engenes were like: ok first. #MinJay my Parents – second thing: HYBE WHERE IS THE DEMO???

ORANGE BLOOD

orange flower (you complete me)

➞ as expected from the romanticist herself ….

➞ nothing more to add except for the fact that she had this song archived … she wrote it when she was #InLove

➞ but one day she found it again in her laptop folders and was like oh??? – same thing as polaroid love: shows it to the producers, and they’re like ?? why didn’t you bring this one up before. it’s so nice???

ROMANCE: UNTOLD

moonstruck

➞ OH MAN she also !!! ALSO !!! did the demo recording for this one

➞ it started as a random tune she had stuck in her head for days. she wasn’t at the studio when the inspiration hit her so she recorded the humming and some lyrics on her voice notes and wrote down random lyrics on her notes app (an icon, truly …)

➞ and when she had the chance, she didn’t step out of the studio until she had the song down, same day the demo got recorded

➞ jungwon said the original demo is sooo good, like . june wasn’t playing around that day. “june noona’s voice sounds really beautiful in the original demo. it never fails to surprise me how talented she is”

➞ engenes (again): HYBE WHERE IS THE DEMO ?????

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

“never got to say i love you” for the drama “a time called you” (2023) – songwriting and interpreted by june.

provided the female background vocals in the song "child" by mark by nct.

provided the female vocals in the song "0x1=lovesong (i know i love you)" by tomorrow x together.

co-writer of “miracle” by tomorrow x together.

co-producer of “blue fame” by le sserafim.

co-writer of “sour grapes” by le sserafim.

producer and co-writer of “cherish (my love)” by illit

producer and co-writer of “sos” by fifty fifty (demo record by her)

featured in “until i found you” by stephen sanchez and wrote her own part

co-producer of “impossible” by riize

co-writer and co-producer of “r.u.n” (r u next? theme song) by suzy

co-writer of “night poem” by nct dream