no because I've seen criminally less posts about justice league unlimited
that show was one of the funniest things I've watched like what do you mean Diana is turned into a pig by this ancient greek sorceress AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALL BRUCE HAS TO DO IS SING TO TURN HER BACK?????
criminally underrated if you ask me
Warning: a little swearing đ€
Pairing: Ni-ki x reader
Word count: 170
This cutie is known for being clingy đ„ș
Heâs very affectionate more behind doors than in public
He adores being the little spoon!!
He likes it when you wrap your leg across his waist and hold him close, it makes him all fuzzy inside
But on other days when heâs the big spoon, he buries his face in your neck enjoying the smell of your perfume.
Heâs also the type to throw his body weight on you when you try to get up for anything
âoh my god! damn it Niki youâre heavy and I have to peeâ you groan trying to pry him off, he smacked his lips.
âI donât want you to get up please hold it a little longerâ he pouted laying on your back.
âNiki if I pee in my bed youâre cleaning itâ you deadpanned.
He immediately rolled off âhurry up and come back!â
He doesnât cuddle you in front of the guys because they tease him later on and he blushes mad hard
So he drags you in the room so you two can cuddle alone and watch Tv in private but of course, Heeseung makes him leave the door open đ€Ł
©heejayy 2021 â any reposts or translations of my works are strictly prohibited unless granted permission.
I love him
riki singing his heart out đ„ș
accidental love confessions
# PAIRING. ot5 x gn!reader
# GENRE. fluff
# A/N. i saw this idea on tumblr a few days ago but idk from who it was anymore :(( + pls ignore the few typosđ and lastly, im running away as im posting this.
TAGLIST @koishua @igyus @hoonluvs @sohnaddict @iuwon @elektrosonix @eternallyhyucks @hobqs @ihearthooncore
fashion influencer!sunghoon never intended to become as renown as he had with his sense of style and pretty face. really, all he had initially wanted to do when he'd gotten into this business was to get the opinions of internet strangers and improve himself just to impress his crushâ the most awfully gorgeous person in his eyes.
albeit his methods had been questionable at first, it had led him to receive a notification on his phone one day; one that had almost made him drop his latest model iphone right then and there on the cold cement as he was walking towards the bus stop early in the morning for school.
emotions going haywire, he'd gulped and pressed on the familiar profile he had stalked for months prior to creating his now very popular account, holding his breath before clicking on the follow back button.
you'd just followed him.
his longtime crush had just followed him and he'd followed you back. never in his life had park sunghoon ever felt this weak on his knees and this light in the headâ god, his crush had followed him!
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Damn
four: a date??
warnings: sunghoon being an oblivious jerk, angstyish, pure feelings, jokingly fighting (a little violent)
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SUMMARY: park sunghoon, y/nâs beloved boyfriend is failing biology and seeks help from a tutor. what happens when she sweeps him off his feet? a tired and miserable y/n is left in the dark but park jay isnât gonna let that happen. welcome to the cheaterâs club.
SO CUUUUTEEE đ€đ€đ€đ€đ€
miss me if you want to â fushiguro megumi x reader
a/n: happy late birthday pookie wc: 3.6k megumi ends up at his old middle school for a mission, and reminisces on his time there, with you. fluff/humor, happy ending, gojo being his dad self
megumi kept his hands in his pockets as he scoped the halls of urami east middle school, desperately trying to ignore the entourage of sorcerers behind him and their barrage of questions. unfortunately for megumi, nobara just discovered a commonality. (âfushiguro, letâs go beat up that guy! for old timeâs sake, you know!â âkugisaki, you canât just point to every man and ask to beat them up. we donât know anybody here! and you canât say old times sake if you didn't even go here, right?â)
it took all his willpower not to turn around and curse them both back to jujutsu tech, their voices burning through his ears and building an irritation in his gut. any of his old classmates who recognized him seemed to gape, just before ducking their heads and scurrying down the hall. it didnât give him much to work with regarding the assignment. his friends giggled, poorly hiding it behind their hands.
it was hard for the nostalgia of his middle school and the presence of old peers to settle in with the constant whispering behind him, even if part of himself wasnât sure that he wanted to reflect on his time there. he remembered the cream-colored walls and tan uniform jackets being less harsh on his eyes, every memory he could recall was hazed over with a dark grime.
the smell of freshly waxed floors and chalk dust washed over him like waves, passing his old classroomâs doors that were propped open. he could hear the muffled lessons, and wondered the last time he really used any academics fromâ
âfushiguro, why donât you have anything in the trophy case?â nobara pondered, dragging her finger along the glass border.
âtheyâve gotta have one for the best stink-face, right?â yuji howled with laughter. âyouâd totally win!â
âcan you guys get it together? weâre not going to get anywhere if you keep messing around,â megumi said, not bothering to spare them a glance. he refused to prove itadori right with his stink-face. âgo walk the south corridor, thereâs a few offices for the staff, they might know something.â
âfushiguro,â yuji whined.Â
âgo.âÂ
reluctantly, his friends shuffled away. âyeah, i think we kind of pushed our luck that time,â nobara mumbled.
finally, he reveled in the silence. there was a bud of anxiety in his stomach, a nagging feeling that just around the corner would be a teacher to chastise him for his history of delinquency. on the other hand, the possibility of seeing one of the many faces he had beaten and bruised.
megumi rounded the corner that led to the library and various study rooms, keeping his gaze on the windows. he remembered the landscape being different, more sullen, but still captivating him as much. he remembered his frequent trips to the library when he wasnât spending his time rounding together the bullies and failures that infested the school.
the library wasnât special, but he could alwaysâ
âmegumi?â
megumiâs eyes widened as he whipped his head forward. the voice, though unexpected, was unmistakable in his mind. his bud of anxiety bloomed when he saw you, your head tilted in the same bewilderment. out of all places, he didnât expect to see you at the place you graduated, just over a year ago.
the fog that coated all his memories seemed to dissipate, recollection of you clouded with a glow that couldnât compare to the way you looked now. your school uniform was haphazard, white button up untucked and rolled to your elbows and your dark jacket was discarded on the library cart you leaned on. your confusion washed away and your face was taken up by a bright smile, and with that megumi blushed furiously.
ây/n? i didnât expect to see you here.â he cleared his throat in an attempt to regain his composure, and closed the gap between you so all that was left in the way was the cart. you craned your neck to meet his gaze, heâd grown a bit. âdonât tell me they made you repeat.â
shaking your head, you laughed. he missed that. âyouâre telling me, youâre supposed to be all the way at jujutsu tech. what are you doing here?â
âi asked you first.â
you rolled your eyes playfully. always so combative.
âi use my free period to help out here, itâs only like a five minute walk from the high school.â
megumi hummed. so you decided to stay close. it was always a toss up.Â
âso, howâs jujutsu tech so far? everything you wanted and more?â
megumi smiled, recalling the day he told you thatâs where he would be attending, and you found it completely ridiculous. hilarious, even. a religious school, for him? if you hadnât met gojo before you would have thought he was sentencing megumi there as some sort of punishment for his delinquency at school. unfortunately, you had met gojo, and the idea of him teaching at a religious school and dragging megumi with him only drove you to further hysterics.Â
the humor you found in all of it almost made up for the lies he was feeding you. a part of him longed for you to have some cursed energy to see all that he did, so you could understand the life he lives. maybe if you did, you would go to jujutsu tech with him, and he could share more of his life with you.
but megumi knew you were much better off without it, and without him. here, in your home environment, you were glowing. you were living a good and safe life, and he would keep it that way.
so, he fed you more white lies. kept it all vague and lighthearted so you could sleep easy. the school staff was capable, his studies were improving, and his classmates were⊠tolerable, at best. or so he claimed. the lighthearted jokes at their expense were always followed by a compliment on their character, you knew he was fond of them.
before he knew it, the two of you were strolling around the campus together with your shoulders glued to each other like you were back in routine. everything about being with you again was timeless. you still exaggerated with your hands and paused at the ends of your sentences to enunciate with your facial expressions, and always stayed on his left side so he didnât have to face down the beating sun when he was looking at you. and he was always looking at you.
every once in a while, your hand brushed up against his and his movements would stutter. he would wait for some sort of reaction, though he wasnât sure why. confirmation, that it was okay? or to see how much he could get away with. you acted as if it was nothing, and he wondered if youâd stay like that if he closed the distance and finally grasped your hand with his.
megumi had your school blazer draped over his other arm. he wasnât much of a talker, even with you. but it seemed once you were able to get his shoulders to relax and his guard slipped a bit more, he rambled on about the more trivial things in his life. his friendsâ âi wouldnât call them thatâ â and their endless enthusiasm. itâs like they were born yesterday, and every day in tokyo they lived like a fish out of water. they dragged him into a lot of things, but also held him back. megumi rolled his eyes when you said it was probably a good thing, since you werenât around to do that anymore. you also werenât very good at it.
megumi couldnât look at you when you smiled like that, like an all-knowing entity that can see through the cracks in his image. like you knew him better than he knew himself, because in some ways you did. he looked at the ground, his shoes, and the trees, anything that couldnât perceive the blush that ran up his neck.
âfushiguro?!â
he didnât realize the lax in his composure until he tensed up again at the screech of his name not too far behind him. his smile dropped and he was brought back to the reality of his situation, being on a mission, scrounging for any murmurs about this curse he was meant to be hunting while dragging around two idiots with him.Â
nobara and yuji were pale from shock, stiff as boards at the sight of their fushiguro cozy with some stranger. nitta was next to them, jaw agape as she stared and slithered her phone out of her pocket.
megumiâs eye twitched.
âfushiguro, is this why you sent us off to the teacher's lounge? to flirt?! with a girl?!â yuji cried, pointing an accusatory finger as he fell to his knees. the pavement cracked beneath him as he slammed his fist into the concrete in despair.Â
âfushiguro, donât tell me youâve gone soft for some pretty girl? weâre here for business!â nobara claimed, crossing her arms.
âtheyâre your friends you were talking about, âgumi?â you hummed, looking at him. you batted your eyelashes with an amused expression.Â
god, no. he couldnât spit out the words when he was barely holding on to his composure at the nickname. these people, in the matching uniforms? never met âem.
a gust of wind weaved itself through your hair and yuji was at your feet, his incredible speed surprising you enough that you sidestepped right into megumiâs chest. his breath hitched, somewhere between a gasp at the sudden contact and a sigh of disappointment towards yujiâs behavior. nobara was quick behind him, her anger had dissolved into a teasing nature.
humiliation swelled in his chest and lumped in the back of his throat, in the back of his mind he was routing all the ways he could get back at yuji later for the way he was acting.Â
âyou told her about us?!â yuji said, his excitement warming the air around him.Â
ââcourse he did,â nobara smirked. âwe are your best friends, arenât we, âgumi?â
megumi sighed. he wouldnât live that down. ây/n, this is itadori and kugisaki, theyâre the other first years at jujutsu tech. this is y/n, we went to middle school together.â
you smiled and offered a finger wave.
âmiddle school, huh? and youâre still here?â nobaraâs eyes sparkled. you wouldnât admit out loud that the intensity in her grin made your stomach turn. she placed a hand on her chest dramatically, âyou get in too much trouble? got held back? i understand the lifeââ
âyou must have the funniest stories about fushiguro!â the pink-haired boy interrupted with his laughter. âdid he everââ
âi need to walk y/n back to her class before sheâs late,â megumi cut him off sharply. âhead back to the car and iâll meet you there, after i get back we should get going anyway.â
without a second thought, he grabbed your arm gently and tugged you with him to turn around. you were able to call out a quick, it was nice to meet you! before you were pulled around the corner.
his steps were quicker than yours so his hand made its way to the small of your back as he ushered you to meet his pace and put the distance between you and the gawking seagulls behind him.
your heart stuttered at the contact but you didnât stop him, and instead leaned closer to his side. that seemed to jolt some sense into him, his fingers tensing and relaxing again on the soft fabric of your uniform and ultimately deciding to stay put. that didnât make him any less hyper-aware of it, though. he flickered gaze from you to the sidewalk, back to you, and the sidewalk again.Â
âiâm sorry about them. theyâre idiots sometimes,â he mumbled. âmost of the time, actually.â
the path to the highschool felt oddly familiar. the trees waved gently in the wind and beckoned him back to his memories of walking you home from school, the warmth of the sunshine on his skin much the same as the warmth that sprouted in his stomach when he was around you.Â
he always stood straighter when he was beside you, squeezing your hand tightly when crossing the street and tucked you under his arm when passing by anyone he deemed suspicious. which, to a young megumi who saw the world in black and white, was much of the population. in those times where his adrenaline was pumping, he never thought twice about protecting you. even against what you couldnât see, like curses, strolling through the streets unchecked.Â
âdonât apologize, âgumi. they seem like fun.â you chuckled, rubbing your knuckles gently. you couldnât blame them for their reactions, nor could you blame your friend for not ever telling them about you. he was always a bit reserved. âi think theyâre just excited to learn something about you.â
you had classes with him, and there were often times he would come in late with bloody knuckles and his hair tousled. most days he would tell you why, how they were smoking on school grounds or picking on someone in the cafeteria. other days he wouldnât, he refused to even give you an idea of the things they said or did, and though it drove you crazy for a few hours you would eventually drop it.Â
and he got to keep it to himself, the way other boys would talk about you. despite not knowing you, they made their assumptions and boasted about untrue speculations. rumors and comments were short-lived when he was around, and he wondered if it stayed that way after he left.
megumi carried the secret of the jujutsu world on his shoulders, all the unruly death heâd witnessed, his sisterâs curse. despite the way heâd grown in the jujutsu world and how desensitized heâd become to some things, they still haunted him. heâd wouldâve liked to keep something good a secret too, just for a little while longer.Â
âyeah, well, i think iâd rather keep you to myself.â
âdonât tell me youâre embarrassed of me.â your teasing tone was in one ear and out the other for megumi. his tongue swelled in his throat as he tripped over his own words. you laughed, and he seemed to relax.
his hand had slipped from your back and rested between you. you found the confidence to grasp the sleeve of his uniform and keep a hold of it comfortably, watching his expression melt into a smile he couldnât hide behind bitten cheeks.
you werenât one to ever think you could change megumi fushiguro, though there were many times you were the one repeating in his ear to just let it go so you could go eat lunch together. (on the flip side, there were also times you were chanting his name off the sidelines watching it all unfold on your lunch period like an MMA fight). you never sought to make him a softer, more well-rounded student, nor did you ask him to ever open himself up to you.
but he did, and despite the time passed be still preened his vulnerability to you like an open wound seeking care.Â
âi missed you, y/n,â megumi said suddenly.Â
âthose jujutsu tech kids canât replace me, huh?â
he smiled, shaking his head. âitâs not even close.â
the roof of the highschool peaked over the trees ahead.Â
âi missed you too, âgumi.â a question laid on the tip of your tongue, and you quickly swallowed it before it could tumble out. âdo you think⊠that youâll come by again? when it's not for some school project?âÂ
âiâm sure i could find a reason to.â
you looked up to him, meeting his amorous gaze. it was your turn to blush, scrunching up to hide the bashful smile that threatened to take over. âyou have my number, you know. it hasnât changed.â
megumi nodded. âyeah, things have been⊠busy, for a while now. itâs hard to get away.â
the two of you closed in on the schoolâs entrance, still tiptoeing the line of hand-holding. megumi faced you fully now, silent, and blocking the sunâs rays as he stared down at you with his eyes full of adoration. he looked at you like he did on graduation dayâ a heavy cloud of fear hanging above him, pouring down the terrifying thought he would never see you again.
âcall me and tell me all about it, yeah?âÂ
he smirked. âi will.â
he always clung to darker clothes and aesthetics, but you thought he looked best in the sunlight. his dark hair was coated with a navy luster, similar to that of his eyes. you could see his reddening cheeks better, when there wasnât any shade to hide them.
âthanks for walking me back,â you said, your gaze flickering around his face, soaking in his appearance while still in front of you. he had already changed so much since the last time you saw him.
âitâs not a problem, iâm happy to spend time with you.â megumi paused, reaching for the door handle with a pit in his stomach growing. âi hope i didnât make you late.â
you smiled. âi think iâll be okay.âÂ
a beat of silence passed, and your face twisted into one of concentration as you stared him down. a small sigh left your lips, one of surrender as you settled on your decision. he registered the shift in your demeanor and he narrowed his eyebrows as he observed.
you grabbed the lapel of his uniform suddenly and tugged him downward to connect his lips with yours. the initial impact softened when he registered his surroundings and relaxed, molding against your grasp and sliding his hands over the curve of your waist. relief washed over you and you ran your fingers over the nape of his neck. he paused briefly, to catch your reaction as you regained your breathing, and then nudged his nose against your cheek before kissing you again.
megumiâs breathing was quick, excitement drumming through his body as he focused on you, and only you. he never had the luxury of anticipating this, expecting such affection from you was reckless and selfish despite all the times heâd thought of it. here you were, before him, unknowingly giving in to his delicate fantasies.
you pulled away, breathless as you met his eyes. his smile was gentle, expression refrained while his admiration poured into his steel grip on you, keeping you close.
âcall me, okay?â you let out a winded laugh, brushing your thumb against his flushed cheek.
megumi nodded, swallowing the desperation that clawed his throat. you stepped away, and he ached for your warmth on his skin again. he was still reeling from the interaction, helplessly watching with an emptiness in his hands as you slipped out of his grasp and opened the door for yourself.Â
you disappeared, and he was left alone with the resounding click of the door.Â
bonusÂ
ây/n! oh, they grow up so fast.â gojo cradled nittaâs phone in his hand with a wobbly lip, wiping a theatrical tear from his cheek. a fuming fushiguro was pictured with all his focus aimed towards his friends, with you awkwardly smiling at his side, completely ignorant to nittaâs rapid clicking. gojo swiped through the photos quickly, watching megumiâs mouth snap open and closed over and over. he sighed longingly, âthe one who got away.âÂ
nobara leaned forward on her crossed legs, tensely gripping the loungeroom couch. âi knew they had history, fushiguro was totally defensive over her.â
beside her, yuji was perched on the armrest with his eyes blown wideâ bearing resemblance to a gargoyle. âyeah, he got all clammy and weird. iâve never seen him like that before.â
âwell,â gojo set the phone down on the coffee table, for all to see. âmegumi can be a little rough around the edges, but heâs got his moments.â
âso, whatâs she really like? was she shoving people in lockers like fushiguro? i bet they were some sort of sick power couple, she seems like sheâs got a dark side.â
their teacher smirked, leaning back in the armchair as he listened to their conspiracies. âsick power coupleâ was a quite generous interpretation of your and megumiâs younger daysâ gojo recalled the awkward preteens you were, bumping into each other and melting into a flushed state during study nights (strictly stated by megumi not to be referred to as dates). gojo never, ever helped such situations, often making them worse with a shove or teasing comment at the boyâs expense.Â
âha! i doubt it, she was way too nice to us.â
you were moreso a bystander to megumiâs antics, sometimes a cheerleader. but it was still like you to snap, or slap, him back to his senses whenever he got all âhigh and mightyâ like some âreactionary douchebagâ âstated in your own eloquence. gojo remembered the times youâd unlock the front door and throw it open with one hand, dragging a frustrated megumi whose physical bruises mirrored the ones on his ego. youâd throw him to the nearest chair and welcome yourself to the apartmentâs amenities while he wallowed in silence, both of you waiting for the air to settle and ignoring the presence of his guardian and his amused expression.
âman, fushiguro must be pretty bummed right now.â
the loungeroom door swung open abruptly, the door handle cementing itself in the drywall. megumi presented himself in his rage, his cursed energy fiercely blazing around him and crackling at his fingertips. his expression was dark, eyes immediately drawn to the center coffee table with nittaâs own slideshow presentation of yet another humiliating moment for him.Â
nobara and yuji were struck with fear, paling in solidarity with the wallpaper. nitta quivered behind them, crouching.
gojo let out a low whistle. âsomeoneâs going through it. donât tell me she left you on read.â
sometimes i think about Jason Todd crawling away from the confrontation with Bruce.
beaten and bloody, half-dead, betrayed...
i think about Jason Todd sobbing and trying to scream but unable to because his larynx was sliced with a batarang.
i think about Jason Todd coughing up blood and tearing at the scarlet bat on his chest till he reaches flesh.
i think about Jason Todd curled up on the floor, simultaneously bereft and furious- because all of it was for nothing.
Nothing changed when he died, and nothing changed when he came back.
sometimes i think of Jason Todd staring at his reflection and breaking down at the sight of a body that wasn't his.
Batman doesn't kill... so why why was his son the exception?
two people can be raised by the same person yet have vastly different experiences
In this silly little head of mine, Jason never saw Bruce and Dick fight. When he came into the manor and Dick felt like he has been replaced, he had the conscience to not scream at Bruce in front of the kid that has no fault on the matter. So screamed and cried because Robin, his mantle and his parents' legacy, was robbed and given to another person without his consent, he threw hands at Bruce for that. But never in front of Jason. Because Jason can't be blamed by Bruce's actions.
And as general rule, Bruce doesn't raise his voice when he's close to kids. Especially his kids, and especially kids that are traumatized, that are still raw from leaving a particularly difficult situation. He took this from Batman, from the very first year, and carried the habit to his sons
But after Jason dies? They're both drowning in blind grief
So when they fight, and they do fight, viciously, Tim is the one that is there to see it. He's the one the see all the ugly bits, the imperfections behind the maskâ not only that, I don't think Jason as a kid ever saw his father cry. Bruce knew neither of his sons should ever carry his emotional baggage.
But Tim? Oh, Bruce's grief is a weight that presses upon his chest until he chokes, and the manor is so haunted by Jason's absence, emerged in such deafening silence, that Tim inevitably heard Bruce cry more than once. Until his own chest became so tight he needed to go and comfort Bruce too. This or he was going to go insane. He needed to fix it all, somehow
While Dick and Jason got to make play and silly tricks while in patrol, Tim, Cass, Steph and Damian got a Batman extremely paranoid with protocols, rules and safety measurements. Dealing with Gotham is a serious commitment and is not to be joked about.
So there's that. I'm not saying either Dick or Jason got a perfect version of Bruce. And I'm not saying that, in either case, Bruce is/was a bad father. On the contrary, Batman must always be a good father because of what he representâ what he is as a character
But, yes, being raised by Bruce pre and post Jason's death is a completely different experience
And it got me thinking about how Jason reacts to this after he comes back
maybe if we, as a society, spent more time in gardens things wouldnât be like this