My Little Library

• If you call me anything let it be, Mykie. Please don't give me nicknames like bestie, sis, it doesn't feel right.

• Any character I write about is aged up, if you don't believe in that, don't read the content that involves it. I don't want to have a debate about it anymore.

• I write dark content, platonic relationships, angst, and more, I just can’t think of the other stuff right now.

• Should you have a request, ask anonymously if you don't want me to tag you. So far the only thing I can't see myself writing is… undecided. Right now anything can be requested it's just a matter of getting into writing moods.

Masterlist: Tokyo Revengers • Vampire AU • JJBA • Important Information • Jujutsu Kaisen • Detective Comics

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You followed along, dancing to the music as you would at home, singing every word of the songs with Cassandra as if you were proving your loyalty. The only time you fell off beat was when she changed the lyrics to make it personal to the audience or shouted how much she was glad to be back home. They always went all out for Gothamites, giving them something more exclusive, because they had a deeper connection. It was only right that they get the best parts and then some.

     When the concert was over you lingered behind since you knew you couldn't beat the traffic, the lesson was learned five times before you stopped trying altogether. It would take a while but it didn't matter. You liked walking through the deserted halls and seeing how it compared to the large crowds of people chattering about their eagerness to see The Wayne's.

     The parking lot was nearly empty by the time you made it out the door, the only cars left belonged to the staff.

     You were pacing through pretty quick until you heard talking and a low rhythmic tapping. When you got to the space you froze when you saw the members lounging while they waited for their bus to be loaded. You thought of this many times but all you could manage to do was stare in amazement.

     "Did you enjoy the show?" It didn't register in your mind that they were speaking to you until Dick Grayson, the bass player, repeated himself. You blinked too many times and shook your head before answering.

Mahmoud

Maysara

Nour

Moataz

Abdel

Manar

Mumin

You held his stare when you came in and sat across from him, you weren't the type to cower when things got tough, especially not when you felt as if you owed him more. After all, you and Tim were partners, you've been working together for years and you ruined it. He didn't want to believe it at first but you never changed your story, even when your lawyer told you how much time you'd be facing, you owned up to it. He respected it, but it didn't make sense.

"Why now?" He asked. "We've dealt with worse, you've been beaten and hospitalized by people before, what made him so special?"

"He was right." You sounded a bit more defeated than you'd like to admit.

"What do you mean?" He thought you were ready to admit someone else was pulling the strings. For a second he was relieved, prepared to get you a new lawyer and hide you away from the trouble, but you'd never play the role of a puppet.

"The perp went on saying how it didn't matter, he knew powerful people, he was going to be at his beach house within a day." Normally they couldn't get under your skin, but after all the losses you and the other officers were taking, you've had enough. "I couldn't let him get away, I swore to protect the people of Gotham so I needed them to have this one thing. I, I'm sorry Tim."

"Don't be." He knew he wasn't supposed to encourage rouge officers, but the corruption ran so deep. The Captain was bought by local mafia and even kept tabs on heroes for politicians. It was only a matter of time before others started following into your footsteps, there was already plenty of debate back at the station. "We'll figure this out, until then I'll visit you whenever I can."

You'd never be released early, not as long as Gotham was ran by criminals, and he knew that, but he kept his word nonetheless. He didn't want you to face this alone, despite you insisting that he stop wasting his time seeing you. He couldn't change what you were going through when he wasn't around, but he could still show you that he cared, and he could help push you through your struggle.

It didn't matter, rain, hail, sleet, or snow he was there. He'd show up for casual chatting about anything from his day, station gossip, new movies, it didn't matter. Though time would get blended and you'd forget dates, he remembered all the important ones, showing up for your birthday or the time you've became partners.

He was never gonna let you go.

     Louis stormed through her home headed for Clark. She was ready to confront him, ready to see the shock on his face when he realized she caught him, but it seemed he had a surprise of his own. She found him waiting in the living room with a suitcase, his face was straight and his eyes looked at hers with a finality that she wasn’t ready for. “I didn’t want to make a scene.” He sat the key to her apartment on the table next to him. 

     “Clark-“ 

     “No, Louis. There’s no point in hiding it any longer when you know.” She reached out to touch him but he pulled away. He was set on keeping his cold appearance, he wasn’t going to budge this time, he was serious and she hated that. 

     “Hiding what? Your little work girlfriend, is that it? You didn't seem to be hiding it from anyone else!” She yelled. “The fact that you were lying to me, inviting her to dinners, to parties just to make it hurt, to make me look like a fool!” 

     “I did it because it was nice being myself and not having to play Superman to keep her attention. I was doing what made Clark happy, Louis.” 

     “My god you’re an idiot!” 

     “Don’t call me that.” 

     “No, you idiot! I didn’t fall in love with Superman, I fell for you.” 

     “In the beginning! I spent most of my life being Clark but you only want to talk about the guy you met a year ago. Even when I’m myself I have to wear my suit, play the role of the hero, to keep you interested. Most of our conversations involve him now when I’d rather talk about something other than work.” 

     “It’s more than that and you know it. Whether you like it or not, the two of you are interchangeable. It’s another part of you and I just wanted to know more so that I could understand you. I don’t bring him up to hurt you.” 

     “That’s not how I see it. Superman was for everyone but Clark was supposed to be yours, and you were quick to erase him when he came around. Nothing could be the same.” 

     “How do you think she’ll react when you tell her? Clark won't be enough to keep her alone.” It was quiet for a short moment before he left her standing in the apartment. He didn’t think about it until then, but he knew he didn’t want to make the same mistake. So he decided he wouldn't tell you, he would bury Superman this time.

"Your name?" The receptionist’ voice pulled you out of the shock you felt being at the infamous Daily Planet. You managed to say your name but it came out a bit shaky and he let out a soft chuckle. "You'll fit in great." The space you'd be working in was small like you expected but seeing the surrounding work spaces was a bit intimidating. It was easy to get distracted picking up pieces of the stories they chatted about but the dizziness that came with it was enough to remind you to focus. Where would you start, how was it that people found stories again?

“First day?” Looking up from your desk, you met a pair of enchanting blue eyes on a beautiful face. The smile he wore didn’t make it any easier to turn away. Your face was hot from the lack of preparedness, hopefully, he didn’t think you were forming a crush, it’d be embarrassing, he’d be right but you wouldn’t admit it.

“Is it obvious?” You thought you were playing it off well given that you managed to type out an exaggerated amount of the food article with little effort. “What am I doing wrong?” Surely an employee wouldn’t interrupt your work for nothing, or so you thought.

“Nothing, you seem to have it handled.” He eyed the screen with your nearly complete work. “I’m still cramming in yesterday's story.” His laugh was going to be in your mind later. Although it was short it managed to sound so wholesome and warming in the small time it had. “It’s just, I've never seen you around before.” His arm was resting on the computer monitor, if he was anyone else it would’ve irked you but he had good intentions so you’d ignore it for now.

“I started today, used to work at a different company in Oklahoma.“

“How was it there?” You considered offering him a chair to sit in since it felt as if he planned on hearing your life story.

“Given that it was my first job in journalism it’ll always have a special place in my heart, but I wanted to be somewhere more interesting.”

“You didn’t catch any stories?”

“Nothing worth mentioning, I did an article on food and the impacts of-” Nothing worth mentioning but I’ll list every one. You put a hand to your forehead as you cursed yourself for not catching the prattling sooner.

“Why’d you stop?” He took a glance around the office and stared back at you. “Something wrong?”

“No,” you sighed and went back to typing out your work. “I just have to finish this.”

“I’ll be out your hair then. It was nice meeting you… I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t get yours either.”

“Clark. Clark Kent.” You stopped your typing and locked eyes with him once again.

“Y/n.”

“Well, y/n, I’ll catch you later.”

The strange thing for you is that usually when people tell you that, they never meant it. It was more like an, I’ll see you should we meet again kinda ordeal, not a follow you out of the office kinda thing.

“What is it, Clark?” You turned to see him not too far behind. His suit seemed a tad too big for him but it added a soft look to him.

“Just checking in on you. How’d you feel about the job? It’s not too much is it?”

“You aren’t from here either, are you?” He tilted his head and his lips parted but nothing came out. “You’re nicer than plenty of the people I’ve met so far. Some of them get irritated from my smile alone.” That’s why you learned to hold a poker face, the city lost its charm rather quickly when you arrived. His shoulders dropped and his lips had its default curve that made him sweet on the eyes.

“I used to live out in the country too, but as much as they tried, they could never break my smile.” Oh, you had to admit by now that he was hard to hate, not that you ever did. His spirit was almost contagious, the smile on your face showing he already infected you, maybe a harmless work crush wouldn’t be bad after all.

“Ready to go?” The both of you turned to the woman who needed no introduction, her work spoke for itself, she was a bit of a celebrity herself. You were shocked to see him kiss her with no hesitation and looked away from the affection. It was clear he had no qualms with showing his love.

“See you, tomorrow.” Fuck my life. When you buckled yourself into the seat and began to drive away, you couldn’t help laughing at how naïve you were to think he wouldn’t be in a relationship.

Nahoya - “beat them up before I do worse to you.” He’s had it with the foolishness. You knew what you were signing up for when you joined the gang. Start pulling your weight or join a book club. He’ll bring you to the person you expected him to fight off for you and have you do it yourself. Who cares if you lose? You’re supposed to defend your honor and that uniform regardless of the outcome.

Mitsuya - “go home.” Coming to him about gang member’s attacking you is one thing but running from every little altercation is another. What are you here for at this point? What was going through your mind when you willingly became apart of Toman? He orders you to stay away from him but he keeps a watchful eye from a distance. He expects to see you do more for yourself but if you lack improvement you’re gonna be kicked out the gang.

Mikey - “the audacity.” When was it normal for the lowest members to run up to their President so casually. You’re met with brute force because you should know better by now. Before you joined you saw how uniform they were. Even though he cares about your well being, as well as the others, that doesn’t give you all access to him. Grow some balls or kick rocks, he carry’s enough people as it is. He can’t wait till the next Baji or Draken appears, that’d be cool.

Takemichi - “I’ll do my best to help you.” Two weaklings protecting each other equals zero results. You can’t hide behind him forever. He may throw himself in front of you but you’ll still end up hurt since he isn’t a great fighter. It isn’t long before captains find out what’s going on and shut down the nonsense.

Kazutora - “useless.” Sure he takes care of the problem but you’re gonna be physically disciplined with no holding back. Maybe it’d make you tougher or maybe he’s just irritated beyond belief, either way you’re given enough reminder of your failure when you’re forced to fight through the pain.

Baji - “no way.” You don’t have to be the best but you gotta be something other than this. He isn’t gonna be giving pep talks every time you walk up with those never ending tears and that pathetic sniffling. Wipe your face before he sees you or else he’s gonna go on a loud rant about why you aren’t built for Toman. If you can’t tell by now, it’s getting old. You’re a disgrace to the team and he didn’t even want you here.

Ken - “bye.” It’d be different if you tried and failed, or maybe you ran into someone like the Haitani brothers but this is unacceptable. You’re told to return your uniform because you’re not safe here. The way you run to the captains unashamed is proof that this was never gonna work. And the worst part is you don’t even have the decency to at least play medic. You expect the work to be done for you and can’t do shit for no one else.

However, I was a bit late, by the time I joined there was a turning point in how writers reacted to what use to be called plagiarism. People would call out the person and as expected, the person stealing would be reprimanded through people scolding them, learn their lesson, and readers and writers would go on holding people accountable.

Then it went on to people sharing writing formats but that never bothered me because books have similar formats and your taught to type certain ways in school xyz. The problem came when people starting taking other’s interpretations of a character and rather than adding onto it they just spit out the same stuff.

So now on top of everything being in the same format it’s like if you’ve read one then you’ve read them all. I thought I was thinking too much into it but the minute some beautiful mind decided to write ‘character who… character who… character who’ and everyone rushed to make it into this writing trend it was made clear, like dropping red dye in water. (Also I don’t know who originally started it which lead to a problem of people not giving credit, sucks if it came from a small blog)

How Do You Know? (Bruce Wayne)

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t have heard him correctly. There was no way he could ever do something so vile after all you’ve been through with him. Bruce’s lips started to part but he didn’t have it in him to repeat himself. “He’s blood, meaning you cheated on me and you were sick enough to have me raise him.” Tears spilt from your eyes and your voice was shaky but you continued anyway. “How could you? Why would you do this to me! I never thought I was special but dammit Bruce.” He reached for you but you stormed off in a huff.

He never planned on telling you about the night he stepped out of the relationship. What was he going to say? He couldn’t lie and say it was an accident when he was the smartest man in Gotham. Nor could he put any blame on you since you never gave him a reason, not that that’d make it okay. He couldn’t bear the guilt, the shame or the look of betrayal that he inevitably had to face, so he pretended it didn’t happen.

If he could go back and make things right he would, but that’s impossible so he tries to make it right. He’s willing to give you space and move to a different room. He can handle you talking to the children during the meals and acting as if he doesn’t exist. Yell at him about how untrustworthy he is if you need to, just don’t leave. He couldn’t bear to lose you anymore than he already has.

Super-Overprotective-Dad (Kal-El)

After losing many lovers due to his superhero duties Kal-El swore to protect you from the dangers of the world. He went as far as keeping your identity hidden from everyone but his parents. Keeping you far from society on a farm seemingly in the middle of nowhere, he made sure your life was simple.

Taking after your father as you grew older, it wasn’t long before your Kryptonian hearing developed and you spent your time listening to a world you could never see. He’d advise you to tune it out as it was just a distraction but you never ignored it, those lives were like your grandparents' TV dramas.

The more you heard the more isolated you felt and it brought in questions. You’d always ask about the people far out and he’d answer begrudgingly so, adding details of the grim situations people would go through. He thought it would steer you away, but the two of you were the same. Those stories only pushed you to believe that you should help them. If your father could do it then surely you could too.

You trained in secret and learned to silence yourself so that he was none the wiser about your plans. It went on for months and soon enough you’ve created a secret identity and spent your nights sneaking off to fight crime. The people loved you and proudly hung your symbol up as a reminder of the hope, but your father was livid.

“What do you think you're doing?” His voice cut through the praises and you stood there frozen. “Do you think this is a game?” He asked but you couldn't answer. He silenced you whenever your lips parted and when you managed to get out an apology he said you weren't sorry. You knew to keep it from him after all. So you must've known it would hurt him.

He goes on about his traumatic experiences and explains that he keeps restrictions in place to protect you. He reminds you that he and your mother didn't want this life for you. Sure it was yours but you couldn't be so reckless with it when she sacrificed herself to save you.

It doesn't matter who's around, Canary, Batman, or Wonder Woman herself, he forbids you from playing hero and lets them know you would no longer be affiliated with either of them or any team for that matter. He warns them that it’s best to forget your existence. Should anyone disagree with his choices as a parent they’d have to deal with him.

He froze when he got the news about your death. He couldn't accept that you weren’t coming back home. You said it'd be a quick patrol but it turned into a lasting pain.

Bruce tried to keep him from isolating himself because he didn’t want him to suffer alone, but Damian never budged. He ate alone at odd hours when no one was around and spent most of his days in his room.

While everyone prepared for a funeral he searched for solutions endlessly. He went to great lengths to get any book of magic he could find and deciphered many ancient texts. He didn’t stop until he found writings of the Pond of the Dead located deep within the mountains of Alaska.

It wasn’t long before your body was taken from the mausoleum. He wrapped you in many layers of cloth so you didn’t fall apart on the trip. The only person with him was your killer. The text said something of a sacrifice, and who better than the one responsible for your death?

Damian’s Loss

Super-Overprotective-Dad (Kal-El)

How Do You Know (Bruce Wayne)

Silly me (Clark Kent)

When it rains… - (Clark Kent)

Not like this. - (Tim Drake)

Is this real? - (Jason Todd)

Yandere Kento & Satoru

Yandere Kento & Satoru

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For children and families in Northeast Haiti

Repair refugee shelter

Feeding a school of children

Helping a family reunite to a safer location

Repair a family home

Paying for funeral expenses

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“Hello guys, you know that the famine in Sudan is striking really hard with horrific figures/statistics coming out everyday (2.5m ppl are expected to die by September) and the death toll reaching 10k per day So here are some ways you can help relieving the famine.” - Ze

Khartoum Aid Kitchen

Support families impacted by war

Helps feed the people in Darfur

Donate to Nuba mountains

Fund emergency rooms

Request: They cheat pt. 2

Souya, Takemichi, Manjiro, Baji, and Kazutora