#i wish i could have got the merch but i found them a week too late 😭

[thecoolerspringbon-t]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE CLOCK OUT SERIES BY SAD-IST ON YOUTUBE

IT IS THE STANLEY PARABLE AU OF ALL TIME

MAN HAVE I???? THEY ARE AMAZING!!!

SAD-IST SUPREMACY 🙌🙌🙌

#<3<3<3 #go watch them #or else… #i wish i could have got the merch but i found them a week too late 😭

[hinadori-chan]

jsyk i’m not above buying different color variants of the same figure. i’ve done it twice now

#one of them releases in the us in like a week and it’ll get here at the end of the month!! #collection is a good size now i think after i get a couple more pieces i really want i’ll post a progress pic #my goal is all the figures #then i’ll expand to plushies and from there i’ll go for more obscure official products #and after that i’ll go for bootleg merch :P #i’ve already got a keychain that i love and always have in me #and for bootleg i’ve got one of those deceptive lights #i’ve also got some fan-made merch that i catogorize seperate from bootleg #becuase they’re upfront about it not being official and there’s actually live put into the items #i’ve also got one plush so far too #:3 #it’s silly but it gives me small things to constantly look forward to and actual goals to meet #which is good for me. even if it’s not good for my savings lmao #one of them isn’t out in the us and so far i haven’t found it for cheaper than $225!!! that’s nuts!!!! #if my sister can find it for cheaper while she’s on her honeymoon i might ask her to snag it #but i also don’t want to distract her from her trip #wish i could go some day they have a lot of stuff i wanna check out

[nakamurajay]

Introducing Bernard to Damian was a good idea at the time. Now though, Tim’s starting to regret it.

When they first met, Damian didn’t give Bernard much thought. He was nice enough for the whole “meeting the family” thing, but didn’t care for getting too friendly. But then Tim became “too happy” for someone like him and Damian became worried that this wasn’t the real Tim or whatever. Which then somehow became Damian visiting Tim at the Marina in an attempt to figure out what had happened to him. Which meant that Damian saw Bernard a little more often, and when Damian found out that Bernard owned a car, well, that’s where the regret began.

Damian was the one to ask Bernard for his phone number. Why? “Because Drake doesn’t answer sometimes and there’s always a possibility that he’s with you.”

And Bernard was more than happy to give Damian his number. He considered it being on Damian’s good side, as being liked by Damian.

For the first few weeks, Damian kept it professional and only texted Bernard when he couldn’t get ahold of Tim. Then, after Bernard breached “professionalism” and started feeding his conspiracy theories to Damian over text, Damian began responding. He wasn’t going to be rude, even if he didn’t care about the theories. But he wasn’t actively asking for them either. He read through them all and sometimes he gave Bernard his opinion, sometimes he simply replied with a no.

Either way, Bernard was always happy to report to Tim that he and Damian were getting along.

———

Bernard drives Tim all around Gotham whenever Tim wants because Tim’s got boyfriend privileges.

In fact, Bernard insists on driving Tim around. He’ll do his best to have Tim hold off on buying a car because he wants to spend as much time with Tim as possible, and driving him places is the best way to do so. It’s sweet, Tim thinks.

But now, now, Tim’s sitting on his bed in his boat, watching as Bernard gets ready to go out. Where? To the arcade. With who? Damian. And all Tim can think of was

“Why?”

“Because he said Dick and Jason were busy and someone refused to take him,” Bernard says as he pulls on a red t-shirt with a small Robin logo on the left side of the chest. This was the thing with Bernard knowing their identities, he took it upon himself to own as much of the Bats’ merch as possible. Which led to him putting on certain types of said merch if he knew he would be running into a certain sibling.

“This sounds like you’re a last resort and not someone he actually wants to go with, you know?” Tim says. He watches Bernard turn around and dig through the dresser for pants. He wishes Bernard would just tell Damian no and come back to bed. It was nearly five pm, Damian could wait until tomorrow to go to the arcade with Dick.

“Hey, at least I’m on the list of people he’s asking. This could be a bonding experience. Just wait, Damian and I are going to be friends after tonight,” Bernard promises. He shows off a pair of dark blue shorts that go down to his mid-thigh to Tim, who offers him a thumbs up.

Tim only hummed in response and moved to lie on his back with his hands behind his back. He kept watching Barnard as he started searching for his sweater. Then after a few minutes, Bernard had his jacket on and his fanny pack strapped on. He walks over to the bed and leans down to press a kiss to Tim’s lips.

“I think I’m gonna go home after I drop Damian off later. Got class in the morning and it’s not like you’ll be here by the time I come back anyway,” Bernard says. He smiles and goes to kiss Tim again.

“I could just skip patrol tonight, wait for you to come home,” Tim suggests. He reaches up and places a hand on Bernard’s cheek. He traces Bernard’s bottom lip with his thumb before moving his hand back and into Bernard’s hair. He lowers his voice and glances at Bernard’s mouth. “Maybe we could do something.”

Bernard shivers and chuckles. He pulls away and has to look away. Tim can tell that he’s already debating how bad it would be if he cancelled on Damian last minute. But he shakes his head and takes Tim’s hand off. “I have class in the morning, Tim.”

“So?”

Bernard smiles. “I have to go. If I want Damian to like me I can’t leave him waiting.”

Tim sighs dramatically. “Fine.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“Okay, but text me when you get home later, so I know you’re okay.”

“All right.”

Tim gets several texts that night. A bunch of them being selfies of Bernard and Damian at the arcade and then some photos of just Damian sitting on one side of a booth eating a burger and fries. He’s able to make out a very small smile on Damian’s face in a selfie where Bernard’s got his arm wrapped around Damian’s shoulders and they’re pressed up against each other. Then:

tonight was a success!! pretty sure we’re gonna hang again soon!!

made it home in one piece

have fun on patrol 😘

#this is messy and ooc but this wouldn’t leave my mind. the power of this trio has me by the throat #tim drake #bernard dowd #damian wayne #timber #robin #dc robin #dc #batfam #txt

[invisibleraven]

Accidentally confessing to each other while laughing over something for Willie/anyone? Please and thank you

Willie groaned as he looked over his schedule for the fall. He'd needed a skills course to graduate, and Dr. Butler the guidance counsellor had told him in no uncertain terms that no, he could not do Woodworking again. Which sucked, because it was an easy A involving him revamping the birdhouse he had made his first year for the third time and not losing a digit to the power saw.

So now Willie was stuck in Home Ec.

He was not looking forward to learning how to cook and sew and a course that still had a syllabus set in the 1950's where the women were expected to make a home while the men worked in ugly suits and ties. Even moreso when he learned the teacher was Miss Abernathy, who looked like she had just finished sucking a lemon every second and hated Willie for skateboarding on school grounds. And for winning the school mural design contest when she wanted her star pupils to win.

Willie just hoped she graded him fairly because he doubted he'd win in the fight over that, he wasn't exactly popular with any of the faculty given the aforementioned skateboarding and tendency to flaut the dress code.

Thankfully when he walked into the class, he spied an empty spot at the bench with Alex and Reggie. "Hey brochachos, you two doing this class?"

Alex rolled his eyes and nodded. "The computer classes were full."

Reggie beamed. "I like baking! My MeeMaw taught me how to do all this stuff, and Alex didn't trust me to take Wood Shop on my own, so here I am."

"Well I know nothing, so you may end up helping me limp my way through," Willie said, pulling his hair into a bun. Grinning to himself when Alex flushed at the move and Reggie failed to meet his eyes.

Look, Willie knew he was hot okay? And he knew that Alex and Reggie thought so too, despite their very established relationship. It wasn't like either of them were hard on the eyes either, so if they ever wanted him to join them, well Willie was game, but he doubted that was a real possibility.

Either way, it was time to focus, as Miss Abernathy walked in, her perpetual scowl present and accounted for and she told them to take out their notebooks for a crash course in health and safety regulations for this class. Willie groaned and wondered if it wasn't too late to switch to art classes.

A few weeks later, Willie was really wishing he had switched to art. He hated sewing, his fingers were constantly getting pricked with the needles, and thus all his fabric was full of small bloodstains. He was terrified of the sewing machine, even more so when Alex used it with ease and managed to make a set of placemats. Reggie had turned in a stuffed dog with a wonky head that he gifted to Willie once he got a decent grade. Willie had managed a passable pair of funky socks, but they had fallen apart in the wash when Willie wore them.

Thankfully now they were moving onto baking. At least this meant they got to eat in class, even if Willie still wasn't sure he should be trusted with spice levels given his very white benchmates. Maybe he'd keep his experiments with poblanos for when he cooked at Julie's house during band meetings.

Band meetings that he went to, because he helped Reggie design merch, helped load and unload the van with Alex. He was fine being an unpaid roadie since it meant he saw every Phantoms show for free and the Molinas fed them all every time they were over, which was pretty often.

"We're making muffins," Alex said as Willie found his seat. "Reg wants blueberry, I think carrot would be better, so you get to break the tie."

"Why not both?' Willie asked. "They might be an interesting combo. But I call not it on grating the carrots."

"That's not...okay," Alex sighed. "You're on dry ingredients, Reggie is on wet."

"You want me to use the lactose free milk sweetness?" Reggie asked.

"Nah, I'm okay having dairy if it's baked," Alex replied. "Willie you vegan this month?"

"I missed honey too much, so no," Willie replied.

"Honey?" Reggie questioned. "Not milk? Butter? Cheese?"

Alex snorted with laughter at that, and Reggie giggled, with Willie joining in. They had many a debate over his love of cheese conflicting with his occasional veganism. And how the vegan cheese downright sucked.

Willie shrugged, still giggling a little. "I like honey."

"I like you too," Reggie said, then slapped a hand over his mouth.

Willie sat up a little straighter at that. "It's okay Reggie. I like you as well, but I gotta say, not the nickname I woulda given you."

"Please, I get stuck with hot dog and he gets something better than honey?" Alex groused playfully.

"He's cowboy obviously," Willie replied. "And I like you too hot dog, don't worry."

"Well d'uh," Alex said, blushing pink. "It hasn't been super obvious what with you flirting and wearing all your crop tops to this class even after the teacher made you sit through three different videos about appropriate clothing to cook in."

Willie shrugged. "It made you both look."

"We were looking anyway," Reggie admitted. "So how about we do these muffins, and maybe enjoy them on a picnic date this afternoon?"

"Sounds good to me," Willie said, and began measuring ingredients. And maybe whisking a little vigorously, covering them in flour, just to make them laugh. Even if they got in trouble and had to stay late to clean up the mess.

Willie didn't mind, and that afternoon, he could care less about the flour still streaking his hair because he had Alex feeding him muffins (he was right about the blueberry carrot combo) while Reggie strummed his six string, serenading them both.

And Willie had never been happier he had to do Home Ec-no matter what grade he got, his new boyfriends were more than worth it.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willexie #julie and the phantoms

[milo-knight]

NOAH FOR THE GAME. AND/OR ZACK

LET'S GOOOOOO!!! I'll do both because I am insane <3

Headcanon A (Realistic)

+ Noah has a mild crush on one of his coworkers but convinces himself not to even mentally address it because he doesn't want to have to process those kinds of emotions. Whenever he interacts with said coworker though it is just mildly awkward and Noah has simply blamed it on differing personalities. Also bonus headcanon I suppose but I think Noah would have had a small period of time where his feelings for Tara were so genuinely affectionate that he assumed that meant he had a crush on her. He did not, he just felt a deep bond with her but for like a week he was worried he had fallen in love just because he got excited when they hung out and liked when Tara would hug him on occasion.

+ After Zackariah's death in Hope's Reprisal his former lover Jaqueline wrote a song about him though she never publicly confirmed it was about him. The song was snubbed by the public for being 'too harsh' and 'too unrealistic' though for those who knew Zackariah, they understood the song perfectly. The song talked about Jaqueline and Zackariah meeting during their time in mental health facilities and how Zackariah even then was constantly quick to anger and even quicker to paranoia. Also a bonus headcanon but Zackariah likely was super into Dungeons and Dragons though at his time of death had never had enough friends to play it with. Had it been a normal summer camp experience he would have gotten the others to play it with him. He would have made an NPC that romanced Eli's character immediately.

Headcanon B (Not Realistic, But Hilarious)

+ Noah does not use any social media aside from an Instagram account that she runs to sell some of her custom dolls that she makes. She usually only accesses the account for the sake of her doll selling but on occasion she has used her account to continuously report Mordecai's to get him banned from the app. Also when Mordecai launched merch for his brand Noah created several sock puppet accounts to disparage the merch for being low quality and poorly designed (which, to her credit, was very true). Though a day later a Mordecai stan account tried to follow one of the sock puppet accounts which terrified Noah so bad she deleted all of them and all her commentary on the merchandise.

+ Had Zackariah not spoken to Eli so early on he likely would have found Jericho endearing and even developed a crush on him. Though because he met Eli properly first and found Eli so endlessly amazing when Jericho (even in brief passing) criticized Eli he decided he would never be able to like Jericho. I suppose still mildly realistic but Zackariah was likely undiagnosed but had Borderline Personality Disorder with Eli very quickly becoming both his crush and favourite person. Had he not met Eli when he did, this crush and favourite person likely would have been Jericho.

Headcanon C (Heart-Crushing)

+ Noah was horrible episodes where he cannot process that others around him are not going to abuse him like Mordecai did- which causes him to behave in increasingly irrational, paranoid ways. On a good day he'll simply isolate himself or unthinkingly do whatever anyone else says to avoid a being punished. On a bad day he'll break down into tears and beg those closest to him to appropriately punish him- usually with extreme violence. After these episodes he always ends up disassociating alongside having an extended period of verbal shut-down. If it makes it even mildly better though, no one has ever punished him during these episodes despite his constant begging.

+ I wish I could say Zackariah had made his peace with his death and had perhaps even expected it going into his birthday party... but he truly didn't. He did not expect to die in the slightest. In fact he had actually expected to confess to Eli that same day and work to get them both out of the camp. Even in the few seconds before he died he still could not process it, and was deeply confused as to why he felt so ill before it dawned on him just as he lost consciousness.

Headcanon D (Unrealistic But I Make the Rules)

+ Headcanon for Gone Waters variant of Noah but... after Mordecai died Noah waited for a bit for his cult to fall apart before she came out of hiding to release a tell-all memoir about her experience as his lover/kidnapping victim. It was a genuinely heart-wrenching read that won numerous awards and she even appeared on Oprah but after that she purposefully let herself fade into obscurity. She just wanted to make sure Mordecai was never remembered as a hero or a good person.

+ Zackariah Survivor AU but I believe if he had somehow made it out of being poisoned alive (perhaps an incorrect dosage that only temporarily knocked him out) he would have become an intensely horrible person but specifically only to Emery and Pippy. He would behave rationally to everyone else but he would likely have made both girls' lives living nightmares. He especially would have targeted Pippy, making her life miserable but never doing enough to kill her. I love Zackariah but for putting poison in a cupcake meant for Eli, Zackariah would have lost all sense of morals and become unforgivable.

[skrs-cats]

yea!! not to spoil too much but it focuses on her grieving and finding friendship in dove who shes only just really met as it takes place after tigerhearts se and fills the gap before tbc begins, its sweet sometimes the novellas really hit sometimes they dont i have a friend who skips them completely and i dont get it they add so much NIGHTSTAR MY BELOVED </3 i first read about him in yellowfangs se and thought damn i wish i could read more about him and then his manga came out and i was so happy lol, hoping we get cannon merch of him someday i love how hes written, gonna make a note to make fanart of him aha, unfortunate how he was treated but it feels like it shapes who he is i suppose ohh that makes so much more sense now i thought i was just loosing touch with the fandom and not being able to keep up with names, i was never rly good at it. 💀 i was talking about that with a friend recently too tpb used to repeat backstory about characters so much that it became frustrating but the newer books cut back on it and now when they introduce a character you have to really sit and remember it because they arent explaining it EVER again yaaa!!! u get it lol i started reading other YA series i never read as a kid and thought id reread wcs with a friend for the hell of it (and cause i had so many of the books i never got to) and it was great but as soon as i got to new stuff id never read before it kinda lost its charm and i took a break, sometimes you just arent feeling it, tho the longer you wait the more there is to read when you come back to it who knows maybe holly will be back from the dead again or we will get a jay, holly or lion se, were getting an ivy one after all and theres holly and jay content in the bonus scene for tbc 1

that sounds so sweet ToT SOMEDAY ILL FIND THE TIME TO READ AND REREAD THESE NOVELLAS ive forgotten most of them LMFAO. i think the ones i remember most are hollyleaf's, leafpool's, goosefeather's and dovewings which is.. wow. i def dont have a preference

and yes ur def right that the way nightstar was treated added to how he is generally perceived and his character, it kinda reminds me of mudclaw too! (whos manga i have also still Yet to read rip) i feel bad for them both but their unfortunate circumstances are what makes them such interesting characters T-T

i feel like we are old men yelling at the clouds but in a GOOD WAY HAHAHAHA im glad that despite it, we are talking about the series either way so i guess that means we still feel quite passionate about it, whether in positive or negative manner lmaooo

i think whats stopping me from continuing in reading the new books is that i want to reread it from the very start first, so i am very much stuck in my own way khkjahkljf tbh though whenever i see snippets of the new books in socials i actually find them very interesting! but i def also had moments where i just grew tired and felt like getting away from it all. i am praying so fucking hard for more og po3 content i miss them SO damn MUCH WAHHHHHH

speaking of the bonus scenes, a few weeks back i found out i completely forgot they happened! MORE SPECIFICALLY W HOLLYLEAF, WHAT. I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST W JAYFEATHER AND HIM GRIEVING FOR LEAFPOOL. YOURE TELLING ME THERE WAS HOLLY CONTENT TOO??? what the fuck is my brain doing forgetting this information what the hell im such a fake fan TTTTTTOTTTTT

#ask #LITERALLY like i was watching videos about jayfeather and found out there were scenes about him dealing w the grief leftover from leafpools #passing and i was like WHAT. this happened in tbc bonus scenes???? WHAT WHEN. #and then i look through my old posts and there is literally one about me talking about it briefly #i just. completely forgot.... #and the funniest thing about it is the fact that my initial reaction to finding out about the bonus chapter (again) was me being sad that #lion doesnt get to even be included in that.. and going back to the old post where i read it.... i have the same exact complaint LOL KILL M #I AM NEVER CHANGING I AM STUCK HERE FOREVER

[victorluvsalice]

Sims 4 Valicer Outfit Fun

So, as I said at the end of last week’s “episode” of the Chill Valicer Save, the next scheduled update, of the gang celebrating SimCity Founding in San Sequoia, is actually better-suited to be posted NEXT week, as it would fall then between 4th of July (the holiday SimCity Founding is based on) and Victor and Alice’s wedding date (for reasons to be explained in the update ;) ). So this week, I’m doing a post showcasing some new Smiler looks I made recently while saving an all-human Valicer trio to my Gallery (with the Smiler I mentioned curing of vampirism with MC Command Center back in the “Happy Smiler Creation Day” post), along with a couple of Victor and Alice looks! :)

First up, we have another variant on the Valicer In The Dark AU Smiler look -- this time we have the black hat, the yellow vest, AND the yellow shoes! And also that one bracelet that seriously looks a bit like something they’d make as official Smiler merch. XD I think this is pretty much the “final” VITD look for Smiler, though don’t quote me on that. :p

Here’s another idea for a “formal” Smiler look I came up with while playing around with some of the new clothes from the recent packs -- I’m like 99% certain that ruffled yellow shirt is from High School Years. It’s got some good vibes, but I’m not sure about the pure black shoes paired with those pure black pants. It feels a little too samey. Plus I wish the top hat was in a swatch other than “brown.”

There’s a similar problem with this “fancy party” Smiler look -- I really like the fancy purple vest and yellow tie combo, but those black pants and shoes. . .little too plain for my liking! That being said, I like the eye makeup I gave Smiler in this outfit --

Something about that soft pinkish-purple “glow” really suits them, I think! Though maybe for this outfit it should be a tad darker. . .we’ll see what happens as I continue playing around with stuff!

An “athletic” Smiler, with a neon-yellow hoodie and bright yellow sneakers I knew I had to use for them. I’ve been trying to get them more “yellow and black” looks to go with The Smiler’s official color scheme -- a process hindered by the fact that The Sims 4 doesn’t have a lot of great yellow swatches. And sometimes a really good item in yellow is paired with another item in a not-so-good color. *sigh* I really wish layered items, like shirts and vests, had swatches you could customize separately! Meh.

On the other hand, the sweater in this winter look is totally them. XD Not totally sold on the pants, but the bright yellow boots are nice, and of course I like the hat, given I used it earlier in their VITD look. :p

And here’s a very casual Smiler more appropriate for the summer heat -- perhaps the shirt is a bit paler than I’d like, but it’s got a good “chill” vibe! And I like the black sneakers with the colorful shiny stripes on them. :)

Onto some Victor looks, with one that I was playing around with trying to find a VITD outfit for him. It’s a little monochrome (which, uh, I guess DOES suit his source material), but it’s got a good vibe of “was once more formal, is now a little more casual“ with the open collar and whatnot. I tend to lean toward vest-based outfits for Victor, given he’s originally from a Victorian-esque film and sometimes it can be hard for me to picture him in more casual wear.

Case in point, I’m not sold on the belted jeans here, but the blue vest with its little stripey tie works for me! I tend to default to putting Victor in blue if he’s not in black or grey -- he feels like a “blue” person to me.

Okay, I’m not sure this one is really Victor, but I honestly love how silly he looks, especially with the shades. XD It’s like, he’s trying just that little bit too hard to be cool. In all senses of the word. XD

And now onto Alice looks -- though this first one, as you can see, is less of a “look” and more be playing around with body details. Specifically, this is me slapping on one of the new birthmarks in “skin details” on her shoulder because I think, in that particular color variant, it might sub nicely for the burn scar I’ve always headcanoned her having there. The actual body scars from Werewolves never fit because those were explicitly claw and bite marks, but this. . .yeah, it at least has the right vibes! Though, of course, if anyone can point me to any actual scars that might look more like burn scars, I’m all ears.

This was a “party” look I played around with for her -- I’m not totally sold on it, but I do kind of like how this dress, at least on the top, has sort of the opposite vibes from her standard Wonderland outfit. And it’s a good color combo for her!

And here we have a summer look for a more modern Alice -- I think this is a dress she’d wear, and the white-framed sunglasses go well with it! Though I just realized, the color scheme actually roughly matches Victor’s summer outfit above. XD Well, they do say that couples do tend to start dressing alike. . .

And yeah, that is your lookbook for this week! Hope you enjoyed, and hopefully I shall see you next week for SimCity Founding shenanigans in the Chill Valicer Save! :)

#sims 4 #looks #fashion #smiler alton #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #yeah I've been trying to bring my Smiler a little more 'on brand' in their fashion sense #I still really like their 'standard' shirt in the Chill Valicer Save with its trippy triangles #I just feel now that it's a bit too orange #if I trusted myself to recolor it I would! #also there's not a heck of a lot of stripes in Sims 4 #unless I'm missing something #you should be able to sort by patterns too #meeeh #anyway I'm still having fun dressing them #even if sometimes I wish like the perfect yellow vest wasn't paired with a BLUE shirt #Sims 4 throw me a bone here #it can be hard getting looks just right for ALL of them honestly #you want their clothes to match their tastes and personality #though as you can see I am not above throwing them in 'oh this looks silly' clothes XD #those sunglasses absolutely make Victor's summer look XD #and yeah didn't realize until I was writing this that Alice's summer dress kinda matched Victor's summer shirt and shorts #nice XD #sometimes it's just fun to use Sims like dress-up dolls #queued

[marshallpupfan]

Guess it's been a while since I've added any items to my Marshall collection. I was trying to cut back because I spent a little too much earlier this month... but I can't say no to merchandise of my favorite character for too long! Besides, the items you see here, believe it or not, only cost me around $6 in-total!

This cute hat was found at a Goodwill. It was only $1, too! It can't fit me, but I'm sure I can find a spot for it in my collection somewhere.

While browsing around a flea market, I found a booth that had six storage totes full of small toys. While searching through them, I found plenty of PAW Patrol merch, including some of Skye, Rocky, Zuma, and of course, Marshall! Most of them were ones I already had, but then I found this one. I had no idea they made one where he can lower his head like this. Outside of a bit of missing paint around his paws, it's in good condition, too. It was only $1, so... sold! :)

Now I just wonder what set this originally came from. Anyone know?

My folks actually found this at a Dollar General. It's got some really cute artwork! Naturally, I really love the way Marshall looks on it! Makes me wish we could get a 2D animated version of the cartoon.

Last, this 12" plush! I found it at a different flea market, and much to my surprise, it was only $1! Amusingly, that bottle was $3, so it was the most expensive of the four! lol

Of course, this thing was cheap for a reason, and you can probably tell why; it's pretty dirty, and it has a bunch of loose threads here and there (left cheek, the dots next to his nose, etc.)

Even worse, some of its seams were starting to pop loose. I didn't notice this until I got home, though at that price, I probably still would've bought it, anyway. This poor thing's had a rough life...

So... let's fix it! Hey, I've purchased a few items at flea markets before that I ended up fixing myself, and I do have some sewing knowledge. Let's see what I can do to restore some life into it!

Now, while I say I have some sewing knowledge... admittedly, it's nothing I can brag about. I have a general idea of what I'm doing, but nobody's gonna go calling me up as their go-to expert. lol

With that said, my repair turned out quite well! It's still a bit noticeable, but it certainly gets the job done!

Afterwards, I decided to give this thing a bath. I forgot to get pictures of this, but basically I just filled my bathroom sink with warm water, poured in some laundry detergent, and dipped the thing in while gently yet firmly rubbing all the dirty spots. After washing it off one final time and then gently squeezing the plush to remove as much water as I could, I placed it in front of a fan overnight help it dry.

(Word of advice; do this if you want to clean a plush. Do NOT put it in a washer & dryer, else it WILL get torn up and ruined.)

The results? I think it looks so much better now! A tiny bit scruffy because of the wash, but I just need to brush my finger over some of the fur to fix that. Overall, I'd say my hard work paid off, because I think it now looks nearly as good as new!

Funnily enough, this plush is quite similar to another I own, only smaller. It's like the younger brother to the bigger one. lol

That's all for now! I've got three more things coming in the mail soon, so hopefully I'll get to show those off by the end of the week. Perhaps a few more, though I haven't ordered them yet because I can't decide which one to pick (a backpack, or a plush based on his movie design).

[loversindevildom]

hello! I'm not that anon but thank you for the other period-related hcs, if it's okay, may I ask for the brothers' reactions to an MC who doesn't have painful ones, but bleeds A Lot and is terrified of getting communal/the brothers' stuff dirty? people with monster uteruses unite

((Definitely!! Currently on my period while writing this and felt it-

((Also would you look at that, the me is posting again-

Masterlist

The boys x MC with heavy flow

Lucifer

It all began when one of your worst nightmares came true.

You woke up early in the morning having bled all over his sheets.

You were panicking. Badly.

Lucifer was still sound asleep on his side of the bed, having noticed nothing.

Without thinking, you immediately get out of bed and go fast towards the wardrobe to grab some sheets.

You had no idea how you were going to change them without waking Lucifer up but one step at a time.

But he was already awake as soon as he felt you get off the bed. "MC?" He mumbled your name quietly before opening his eyes.

You wished a hole could open underneath your feet and the earth would swallow you. You also happened to be wearing white pijamas and so the blood was obvious all over you.

Lucifer had just woken up and was not thinking straight so his first thought was that someone attacked you or that another demon attempted to eat you and immediately rushed to you and pulled you in his arms. "Who?"

"what?"

"Who hurt you?"

"no one... I'm so sorry!!" You cried in dispair and that's when Lucifer started understanding what was going on.

"It's your menstruation? I thought someone attacked you... It's alright. I'll go fill in the bath for you."

Thankfully you changed the sheets before he realized you got them dirty.

Or so you thought. In reality he had noticed but didn't want to embarass you.

Mammon

He knew you were on your period.

You had told him the moment it came.

But it didn't matter to him much. He didn't know many things about it, only that you're in pain.

"Hey, come on, sit with me." He patted the couch beside him in his room.

He knew you were hurting and he wanted to cuddle you and watch some movies with you and spoil you with chocolate he stole from Beel.

When you shook your head in return, his heart shattered. "I'm not really in that mood."

"B-But! It's your favourite!"

"I'll just go to sleep."

"We can sleep together here."

You sighed and he felt the world twist. You didn't want him anymore? That's it? It was over?

"What did I do?"

"nothing! I just don't want to get blood all over your couch!"

"Ohh..." He felt relieved. That was all. Truth be told, this couch was pretty expensive but you were worth ten times that couch...

"Don't you wear that pad thing you talked about?" After you nodded he added. "Then it's fine. Get your stupid pretty human ass here now. You don't wanna miss the beginning."

Leviathan

He wanted you two to cosplay today.

You had been planning to go to that convention for months.

The day had arrived and he had excitedly changed into his costume only for you to come out and say you're not going.

And he's ???? So confused ????

He thought you wanted this as much as he did.

Did you fake your interest?

"look, Levi, I'm sorry. I was really looking forward to the con but I got my period today."

Ohhhhhhh it was because of that thing. That was a relief.

"it's fine! The con is a week long, we'll go by the end of it. And we can wear the costumes inside and cuddle!"

The idea horrified you.

"NO!" The costumes were amazing and Levi had paid of them. You couldn't ruin it.

"why?" He was confused again.

"I'll get blood all over it. I always get things dirty. You should keep me away from your stuff." After all you knew how much he valued his merch.

Leviathan rolled his eyes and walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. He wrapped a TSL blanket over you and proceeded to play games with you all night.

After all, you were more valuable than all these together.

Satan

You two had visited Devildom's public library to get a book he had ordered for you.

He had seen how fascinated you were as soon as you heard it came out and immediately ordered it for you.

You were looking around the shelves with him while the staff was going to bring you your book when you felt an intense pain on your lower parts.

Looking down you realized blood was leaking everywhere.

Panicking, not sure what to do you hid behind a bookshelf.

Satan panicked as soon as he realized you were gone.

What if another demon had fetched you and eaten you?

"MC?" He called out your name. Once, twice, thrice...

"Here..." You said in embarrassement. You had the idea of using a jacket to cover the mess in your pants. But you had accidentally grabbed his...

When he finds you he was relieved. "There you are, I was worried..." Then he scanned you. "My jacket looks good on you."

You weren't sure how to tell him, so you continued and went all the day back to the house of Lamentation when you immediately put it in the washing machine.

Of course, he had noticed. You had been dripping on the floor.

But being aware this was a normal thing, he decided not to embarass you and make a big deal out of it.

Asmodeus

You were screwed.

You were seriously screwed and not in the good way.

This had been a lesson to you to always keep in mind when your period was coming.

Because the one time you had forgotten, you had wore Asmo's clothes to sleep.

He told you you could use them whenever you wanted.

It made him very happy to see you wearing his clothes and it made you feel very comfortable so why not?

This was the reason not to.

Because waking up that morning, you had gotten blood all over his clothes.

"Shit."

Your exclaim and panic woke him up, but he was too focused on your face to notice the blood at first.

"What happened, my love? Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry, Asmo!!"

It took him a few seconds but then he realized exactly what you were talking about. He took a deep breath. This was a disaster, but you didn't do it on purpose.

"It's fine. It's your time of the month? Come on we should get you changed. Wanna run a bath together? I can give you a massage too." He winked as he got up to get the water running. He prefered to focus on you than his ruined clothing.

And this, my friends, is called love.

Beelzebub

You were always careful when it was your time of the month not to get anything dirty. Always.

However, the unfortunate day had arrived.

You were in his bed, playing on your DDD while Beel was picking up some food from the kitchen.

And then it happened. The major pain. And you realized you had been bleeding all over his sheets. You should change them before Beel-

Speak of the devil....

Beel walked in happily and let the food down on the tray next to the bed. As he leaned down to put them there he noticed the blood and frowned.

You were scared you had disgusted him.

"are you hurting too badly? I'll bring you some medicine."

Cause he's that sweet.

Diavolo

Yes I will say this every single time I write about this one;

He's busy.

So even if you do get blood in his stuff you'll certainly have time to clean it.

However, fate isn't very nice...

When Diavolo is in his study, he likes to work with you sitting on his lap.

When you felt the sharp pain in your stomach you immediately jumped off his lap and fell on the floor.

"MC? What happened!? Are you okay?" He asked worrily.

You didn't answer him, instead you run towards the bathroom.

Yes, you didn't get anything on him but it was big a jumpscare itself.

Diavolo knocked on your door once. "Dear? What happened?"

"nothing! It's fine, my period just came!"

He was silent for a bit. You thought he left but as soon as you opened the door he was standing right there and he hugged you. "I see... Come on, let's go back. I promise we'll cuddle when Im done."

"I'll get blood all over you!" You argued back.

In response he picked you up and walked back to his chair where he made you sit on him again.

Simeon

Simeon is such a sweetheart.

He probably has already noted your circle on his calendar.

He remembers when it's that time of the month always.

Usually, so do you.

Usually.

You had miscalculated this time. You thought it was due for next week and so you had wore a nice white dress for your date with Simeon.

He wasn't sure what to say. He thought you looked gorgeous in that one but...

"Sweetheart, are you sure? I love the way the dress looks at you but I don't want you to feel bad if it gets dirty."

You were so confused. "What?"

"You said you avoid wearing white when it's that time of the month... Unless you're late? Oh my lord, are you late?" His eyes were shining and that's when you realized what he meant.

"shit! No I am not! Wait here!" You rushed back into your room to get changed and indeed found blood between your legs.

You couldn't find yourself feeling bad tho.

All you could thinking about was the way Simeon's eyes had shined at the thought of being a father.

Solomon

As a human like yourself, he treats it much more normal than the others do.

He doesn't treat you any different then really, unless you're in pain.

Then you're getting backrubs.

You were sitting on the couch with him and he was telling you a story about how he first formed a pact.

When he was finished you felt the need to go to the bathroom.

Then you noticed the red stain in your pants.

Shit that was a lot of blood. Had you gotten it on the chair too?

Thankfully, when you returned it was gone.

And thankfully, Solomon knew magic to clean it quicker.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me lord diavolo #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me otome #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x mc #obey me headcanons

[orionzodic]

Who is NSB?

*Welcome back to my blog, today's blog is about who NSB is and what they mean to me. This will be a two-part blog.*

The North Star Boys project was thought up by the brothers Oliver and Sebastian Moy. The name Northstar was something their mother called them often.  They wanted to bring together a group of Asian American creators for a content group. They wanted to become the representation for younger Asian Americans that they did see growing up with. 

 They came together a little over 6 months ago and in just six short months the boys have shown they have the drive and the passion to make anything happen.

Once the brothers had finalized their idea they began the search for like-minded people. After a few weeks of looking, they found the members Regie Macalino, Kane Ratan, Justin Phan, Ryan Nguyen, and Darren Liang.

Oliver and Sebastian meet each boy in Dallas, Texas, and could feel something spark. These boys were meant to be; in my opinion, it was written in the Stars(which is also their fandom name too).  Over the past six months, their bond with each other has grown and so have their fans. The boys and their Manager Tyler Bray have become a sort of household name. Everyone had heard of them at least once or found their Tiktok. 

At the time I am writing this their YouTube channel has over 300K subscribers in under a year, their Other platforms like Tiktok and Instagram also have a large number of followers and comments each day. 

In the past few months, NSB has gained many followers and fans. Just recently the boys and their team had gone to New York for the first East Coast for a fan meeting and to give out their merch. While there was a larger number of fans than they had realized in Times Square( the location of the fan meeting) no one was hurt and the boys enjoyed themselves. They took amazing photos and videos while there and got to see the city in its glory. 

While in New York they celebrated the youngest member Sebastian, who fans call Bubba, had turned 19 on the 11th of this month. From what fans have picked up for his streams they went out to eat that night and all members left heartfelt happy birthday messages to Seb. It was very heartwarming to see. 

So to wrap up part one of this two-part blog, NSB has become a large part of many people's lives and has helped others find their calling and drive to do what they wish to accomplish in life, much like myself when starting this blog.  

Here are all the NSB links

Until next time, 

Orion

North Star Boys Social Media: 

https://www.instagram.com/northstarboys/ 

https://twitter.com/NorthStarBoys7 

https://www.tiktok.com/@northstarboys?

https://www.youtube.com/c/NorthStarBoys

#NSBblogs #nsb #northstarboys #oliver moy #darren liang #Ryan Nguyen #regie macalino #justin phan #kane ratan #mangerty #sebastian moy

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse social media au #corpse husband fanfic #social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #corpse husband fic #reader #xreader #imagine #imagines #myso #make you say oh

[hobbitsnapes]

YOU GUYS ARE DATING

Corpse x MGK!sister reader

(Found this image on Pinterest so all credit goes to artist, if you know who it is please comment below so I can credit them)

A/N: this was requested by @heyitssab

Tree is tall of sex in this, but it’s more in a joking matter, plus corpse has stated he doesn’t mind as long as you are not a minor or send or tag him. I’m literally 2 years younger than him, and have no intentions of ever tagging him or sending him any of my work XD

Summary: how many idiots does it take to tell the brother and friend they’re dating? Apparently takes 2 very forgetful people, who kept their relationship secret without knowing it.

It had just been by chance, a small chance that he had been scrolling through his tags. liking and reposting art, when he saw a tag from someone he followed. He wrecked his brain for when he had followed her, coming up empty. She was cute, no denying the beauty she had as she laughed in the video. It was a clip from a stream that he didn’t know she had, as he couldn’t even remember her name, wearing his merch as it fit her snug. It fit her perfectly in fact, the large hood covering her face, hiding the flush to her face from her rather large chuckles that left her body. He couldn’t help but like the photo, and he couldn’t help but to press message either.

It was first only small likes to posts, an Occasional message, and a view on their livestreams, but that all changed when he spoke of the song he was working on with her older brother.

It all started that night, when both lay in their beds as they talked, laughed, and felt their hearts flutter each time they heard one another speak.

Her phone rang violently in her bag, nearly making her drop the to go bag all over the ground as she walked. “Hello?” She asked, as she held both bags with her hands as her shoulder gripped the phone as if it’d fall down a cliff. “Hey bug!” He exclaimed, making her chuckle as she heard the booming sound of his voice. She had always detested the nickname, as he gave it to her as kids due to her horrendous fear of the creatures. But, it brought more joy to her, as it reminded her of their youth. Having been adults for years, it was fun to hear such a childish name that’s stuck.

“Hey mopey.” She chuckled, as that was the name she gave him when he was in his emo phase that he never outgrew.

Both talked as she walked towards the elevator, mainly about how his day had gone as she silently listened.

She had always been this way, always the shyer of the two, the one to listen to others first before she said a word. He had teased her for it most of their childhood and teen life, but he had grown to love it, as he could let loose or rant to her about anything, and he knew she’d be there just to listen to him.

“So what’re you doing right now?” He asked, as she got into the elevator. “Just grabbed some dinner a few minutes before you called and nearly made me shit.” A smile painted on her face at his boisterous laughter.

“Are you at home?” He asked, as he heard the sound of the elevator beeping in the background. “No, I’m spending the night with my boyfriend.”

She had mentioned about a month prior that she was seeing someone, the joy it brought him to hear the excitement and joy in her tone as she gushed about their first date.

If this was 7 or 8 years prior, he would be bombarding her with questions about the man, who he was, where he lived, where he could meet him to find his intentions with his baby sister. But, in the last few years, he found himself feeling calmer whenever she’d mentioned her love life. He knew she was smart, and would never date a man who treated her poorly. The few breakups she had, they always ended amicably, her head still high as she told him. So, he never asked her any questions about the man, as he could tell from the few times she mentioned him, he could feel the love this man had for her, and Vice versa.

The strong barreling of her phone alerted them awake, both groaning out as she reached for her phone without lifting her head from his shoulder. “Hello?” She mumbled, voice slurred as the saliva was thick in her mouth, barely awake as she fought to listen in on who dares to wake them up.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, making her equally exhausted lover groan. She shifted off of him, laying on her back as he turned away from her, as to hopefully shut his eyes and fall back asleep. She was used to her brother's large voice, as it hardly phased her after growing up with him. “Colson, why are you calling me this ungodly hour?” “Oh come on, it’s not that early.” “Col its-“ She pulled her phone from her ear, eyes shutting violently as the bright light blinded her “5 o’clock in the morning. So again, I’m going to ask you, why did you call me at the asscrack of dawn?” “You don’t remember?” He asked, making her irritation grow. “No, that’s why I’m asking.” She says, as she rubbed her sleep crusted eyes. “You were coming up today to hang out with casie, remember?” Her hand stopped rubbing her face, as she felt her heart stop momentarily. “Wait, you mean today? I thought I was coming Friday?” “No, both of you settled on today, remember I told you that’s perfect because I have a day off?” She felt her heart pain as she heard the sadness in his tone, knowing he’s expecting her to bail. “Yeah sorry, I thought you meant Friday so I mixed it up, let me get ready and I’ll be out the door okay? Love you” she said, as she hung up the line.

Before she could even move, she felt his arm wrap around her body. A tired groan leaving his lips. “Nooo stayyyy.” He groaned, pulling her body to his. She smiled as she looked down at him, wrapping her arm on his chest and the other behind his neck. “I wish I could live, but I can’t.” Planting a soft kiss against his lips. “Stay in bed for a few more hours, please?” Her heart pulled at his tone, hearing just how tired he was. “I can’t, casies wanted me to come up for weeks now. And it takes a good 3 hours to get there. I wanna spend as much time as I can with them before it gets dark so I can get back safely.” He groaned at this, wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah but it’s only 5, it wouldn’t be safe to drive since we went to bed like, 2 hours ago.” “Yeah, and whos fault was that mister?” She teased, “hmm, sorry but I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself after not seeing you for a few days.” He mused, pulling her body closer to his, planting his lips against hers. A small hum left her lips as he pulled her thigh over his, grabbing the flesh harshly as their lips cascaded together. “Mm, no no no, you’re not gonna convince me to stay here just to go another round.” She said, as she got off from his warm body, throwing his large hoodie over her bare body. “Oh come on babe, are you sure about that?” He said, making her turn around to him. A small gasp left her lips as her eyes took in his milky white complexion. His honey brown eyes looking back at her with a small smile etched onto his face. His hair a tousled mess that resembled a bird's nest, some pieces falling onto his face. “Honey, I’ve been wanting to see my family for weeks now, I see you almost everyday and practically live here. I’ll be back tomorrow so I can grab more clothes from my place okay?” She placed a kiss to his lips, both holding one another in their arms. “I don’t know why you don’t just say fuck that place and just move in.” He mumbled, making her chuckle and heart warm. “Don't you think it’s a little soon though? I mean we’ve only been together a few months love.” “Yeah, but you’ve practically lived here since we got together, you literally just go there to get more clothes that you end up leaving here.” She looked into his eyes as she thought about his words. “Hm, I’ll think about it today okay?” She mused, planting a kiss to his lips. A soft okay leaving him as she got up.

“And babe, remember if you live here, we can have all the sex we want and not have to worry about driving to get one another.” He exclaimed, laughing at the loud honey she screamed from the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but laugh out as she watched, as her niece tried her hardest to braid her fathers grown out hair. It was near impossible not to, as pieces would fall out, resulting in her pulling them harsher, nearly pulling his eyelids back due to the tension from his temples. “Okay okay you’re gonna fuckin scalp me.” He chuckled , as all three bursted out in large laughter.

“So how’s school going this year?” She asked her, as she delicately painted her nails. Both of the girls had found themselves on the floor in front of the nice coffee table, as colson sat and chatted with them. “It’s going really well.” “Oh yeah? Make any new friends?” She teased. “I mean, kinda.” She couldn’t help but hear the wavering in her tone, spotting the faint blush dusting her skin. “Ohh, so there’s a someone eh?” She teased to her, making the preteen hide her face as to conceal the flush. “His names Garrett, and we both take social studies together. He always sits next to me at lunch, and we’ll draw on my notebook.” She gushed, making her smile. “Soo, do you think he likes you?” “I mean, that’s what everyone keeps saying.” “Yeah well don’t worry about it to much cas, you’re not dating anyone for many more years. You’re still a kid.” Her das said, making the young girls face fall.

Y/N knew he was only saying this to protect her, as he said the same thing to her growing up. “Hey, don’t be bummed out about it. He is right, you both are only 12 and should focus on school. But don’t worry, he’ll come around. He was just like that with me up until my current boyfriend.” She whispered, making the young girl chuckle.

“Speaking of which, how are you guys doing?” He asked, as she hadn’t mentioned hun to her in a while. He didn’t think it’d hurt to ask. “Great actually, we’re thinking of moving in together actually.” “That’s great! I’m really happy that y’all met.” “Yeah, I am too.” She hummed, a flush dusting her cheeks.

Both men laughed as they chatted on the phone, talking about anything that would come to mind. What was once only a collaboration for a song, turned into an amazing friendship that caused both of them to call at late hours just to shoot the shit.

A yawn left his lips, as he listened to colson ramble on about another song he was making. “Woah, you tired man?” Colson asked, shocked to hear the sound. “Yeah sorry, was up most of the night last night.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Were you feeling alright?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. He knew all about his friends illnesses, even once being on the other end of the phone during a bad spell one day.” “Oh yeah yeah yeah, was just, up with the misses last night.” He chuckled, a flush blooming on his cheeks. “Ohhh yeah? And how was it?” This shocked him, nearly feeling his heart stop. Like, does he usually know about his sisters sex life? He didn’t think much of it, as he knew just how close both were. “It was absolutely fucking amazing. Like I thought we’d be done for the night, fully tapped out but after like 5 minutes she’d be right back on me for another round.” He chuckled, his flush even worse than before. “Ayyyeee good for you corpse, glad to hear that puss is bussin.” He laughed at this, throwing his head back. “Yeah, it’s bussin bussin.”

Both men talk as they read from their phones, eyes wide in absolute awe of the love they received from the song. They had just dropped it a few days prior, not expecting the cry of joy from both fan bases.

He didn’t even look up from it when she walked in, until she bent down to plant a kiss to his forehead. “Sorry I had completely forgot about the tea I made you an hour ago, but I put it back on the stove to heat it up so if it’s twisting funky just tell me okay?” Before he could even thank her, both their heads whipped towards the loudness from the other line. “Y/N? Is that you? What in the hell are you doing there with corpse!” He didn’t sound angry, more shocked than anything, both of them looking at the phone in confusion. “I, I love here? Remember I told you like a month ago I was moving in with him?” “WHAT!” Both jumped at the loud scream. “Wait so you guys are dating!?” Both we’re even more perplexed, until it dawned on both of them. Their eyes wide as they turned their heads to one another slowly. “Wait you didn’t tell him?” “No? He’s one of your best friends so I thought you did!” “He’s your brother! So I thought you did!” Both whisper, until all three lay silent. That was until, the large cry of laughter that leaves the two, leaving colson even more confused. He wasn’t mad, not at all actually. More shocked and confused than anything. Until he started thinking, it does make sense, all the times they spoke about one another without him knowing, all the times they mentioned-“OH GOD!” He yelled, gagging violently, making them stop their laughing fit. “What's wrong? Why are you yelling?” She asks “like a month ago corpse was talking about how he was tired cause he was up all night having sex AND I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU! OH GOD WAS THAT WHY YOU WERE LIMPING THAT DAY WITH CAS AND I!” Both laugh even harder, as they listen to his ever growing gags.

“So yeah,. That’s literally how we had no idea we were keeping the relationship secret from her brother.” He laughed, as he red the comments and listened to his friends' laughter. She sat beside him, head laying on his shoulder as he told the story. She couldn’t help but to look back up into his eyes, as he glanced down at her, planting a soft kiss to her lips. “Keep it pg guys.” Colson said from the other line, making them chuckle.

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Over | Again

Teen titans fanfic | BBxRae

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Squander (5,832 words)

Rachel tapped her foot on the leg of the chair in front of her, the resulting metal clank echoing in the empty classroom. She’d been left waiting for some teacher or admin who was supposed to tell her what to do, but it seemed they had all forgotten about the sophomore girl hadn’t gone to the overnight field trip. Rachel told herself that being forgotten was a welcome reprieve from being needed all the time—she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been bored. But try as she might, she couldn’t enjoy the slow moment. She just felt abandoned.

Rachel had made a number of sacrifices in order to be a superhero. She had quit babysitting, because she just could no longer guarantee she could stay a whole shift without needing to run off to save the city. Her mom thought she’d suddenly become rebellious, having found her bedroom empty and a pillow under her covers a few times in a row now. She walked around with those stupid earrings on, letting people think she was one of those cringey Raven fans who wore her knock-off jewelry merch. She’d had to watch Kitty Moth dress up as Raven for Halloween, making a mockery of the costume with a skimpy leotard and a cloak that barely reached her hips.And she couldn’t go on school trips.

She wondered if the others diligently sat out of school trips and cleared their schedule in case trouble arose. Holders, the League of Superheroes called them. It drove home the point that all of them were replaceable. Only special as long as they held the jewels. They were chosen ones, after a fashion—the League decided who got to fight. All Rachel knew was she wanted to continue being allowed to do good. So sacrifices must be made.

Well, it wasn’t like it was so odd to sit out a trip. Kori had been about to stay back too, worried a Mento-related event would happen in the one day she couldn’t be there to document it. She and Dick ran the amateur news blog that was the number one reporter on the local superheroes, and they took that role way too seriously. Kori had only decided to go because Rachel hadn’t; now Rachel was on strict instructions to report any supervillain or superhero sightings. As if it wasn’t enough to be left behind, she had to play correspondent for herself.

Her colorless thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and instead of a teacher, Gar Logan came in. He saw her and cocked his head. “Rachel? You didn’t go on the trip either?”

“Yeah,” she found herself replying, because she hadn’t even had time to get nervous before he was there, changing her aloneness for something much better. “I have family in town and my mom wanted me to be at home this week.” Her excuses were much better when she had time to plan them. She even managed to ask, “You?”

“My step-dad didn’t let me go.” He gave a grimace and a slight shrug.

It seemed to her his tone begged her not to ask further, because he had no clue either. She just said “Oh.”

“I mean I have a part to rehearse, okay,” he said, pulling the chair in front of her and sitting backwards on it as he talked, with the ease that was so his own. “But come on, he should know I can multi-task! So that’s no excuse!” He gave a chuckle, and only then seemed to remember he was talking to her, and leaned back. He’d been leaning on her desk before.

It was one of those moments where she wished she could know what went through his head. He seemed to treat her like she was one of his friends sometimes. Did he pull back because of something she did, or didn’t do? Or did he put some distance because he remembered who she was?

“Um, are they gonna tell us to do something?” he asked, looking around for a teacher.

“No one’s come. Apparently we can do whatever,” Rachel said, then wondered if that sounded suggestive, and reddened.

Gar didn’t seem to notice. “Cool. Oh, then I should study my lines.” He jumped. “You mind if I practice here?”

She shook her head no, and it was all he needed to grant her a winning smile and be out the door in another second.

Only when he left could she process the fact that he was here, when she’d pictured him miles away, in the trip. Rachel couldn’t help it—her teenage girl mind conjured up hopeful scenarios.

He’d be practicing his lines—maybe she could offer to help him practice. People who hated you didn’t offer you help, right? It would be a way to let him know she didn’t hate him without having to say the words. Perhaps there was a romantic scene in that script… That was pushing it, said her skepticism. But if she could talk to him, if no one else was around –to distract her or fawn over him-, maybe she could open up to him, maybe this was the chance she’d been waiting for. Rachel had never been so glad to have missed a school trip. Maybe the sacrifices she made were a blessing in disguise.

She heard the odd commotion outside –a struggle and muffled scream-, before she felt her communicator buzz. All her plans crashed to the ground.

No. Ooh no.

“Why now?” she whispered.

But she sprung to action regardless. She took her bag so it wouldn’t look suspicious left on its own. She locked the door, to her chagrin, and then went behind the teacher’s desk, the only place in the classroom that offered some concealing.

Rachel always closed her eyes to transform. It was no different now, as she whispered, “Azarath Metrion Zinthos.”

The words changed her appearance and filled her with power. At the same time as she felt the alien energy surge through her, she remembered the control she needed to wield it; she neutralized her anger at being pulled to action, and got the clarity necessary to get to work.

The commotion she’d heard found its explanation when she phased out into the hallway and saw faculty running from a mind-controlled janitor.

The teachers’ panicked expressions turned to relief when they saw Raven—and now she felt the weight of responsibility as well.

“Get behind doors and stay quiet,” she said, the instruction a simple placeholder, the real message being ‘it’s okay, the superheroes are here’.

The janitor focused his rage on her when she saw her –Mento’s subjects always seemed to have the basic order to attack any superhero on sight– and she managed to hold him in dark energybefore she snapped him out of the trance.

“Do you remember what he told you to do?” she asked the apologetic janitor, a hand on his shoulder to steady him. The man didn’t, and Raven couldn’t wait—she still heard disturbance beyond this hallway.

After freeing the teacher on the other side of the hallway, Raven approached a window. Outside on the street there was no sign of danger. It was a normal day—the trouble was only inside school. She had the flash of a thought—Mento knew who she was. That was why he was attacking here. But he couldn’t, could he? If anyone knew, that would be the end of her career.

She pushed the thought aside to pick through her school methodically—she freed two kids from Mento’s control, and she warned everyone she found to get inside the nearest room. As she went further she got increasingly worried that she didn’t see Gar. How far could he have gotten?

She phased to just outside the auditorium, where a couple of teachers were herding a bunch of students across the hallway, away from the mind-controlled principal. There, thankfully, was Gar among them, Miss Mae’s arm around his shoulders as they backed away.

Raven swept in and freed her principal’s mind, landed before the group and faced starry-eyed looks from seniors who wouldn’t give her secret identity the time of day.

“Is everyone okay?” Raven asked, looking the copious group over.

She didn’t try to single Gar out. But she couldn’t help but notice that he seemed uncomfortable. He stood right at the front of the group, held there by Miss Mae’s claw-like hands, like she was trying to keep him from running. As Miss Mae offered a long status report to Raven, the superhero was distracted by Gar pulling at his shirt, Gar running a hand through his hair. She couldn’t devise why he felt uncomfortable, but it put her on edge too. Was he blushing? It was hard to tell when he was looking down. And as she wondered about him, she was caught up by a mind-controlled senior girl throwing herself on her, and embarrassment burned as she fought her off.

Great. Now Raven also looked stupid in front of Gar.

“Go to—over there!” she instructed at the already running group, having barely kept herself from saying ‘to the auditorium’. The group had reached that room by the time Raven freed the girl and had her join them.

“Stay here and you’ll be okay,” she told the group, not looking at anyone.

But Gar pushed to the front before she could close the door. “Wait, my classmate Rachel is missing! She was in the classroom-”

“That area’s already secure,” she told him quickly, closed the door and flew off. She only reeled about the interaction as she investigated other areas.

Gar had called her a classmate. Classmate. Not even a friend. Well, they weren’t friends. But had she made him so afraid of her he didn’t even dare call her a friend when she was out of earshot? Maybe he just didn’t want to lie to a superhero. Or maybe he didn’t care she wasn’t his friend. Maybe he thought it was just fine she was just his classmate. Maybe when he hung out around her it really was just out of the goodness of his heart and a sense of duty. To his classmate. Maybe—

Her thoughts were interrupted when her Geography teacher jumped on her from all the way up a stairwell.

Maybe she should get her head in the game.

She went back and threw the freed teacher into the auditorium, and her heart skipped a beat when she didn’t see Gar in there.

Miss Mae saved her from having to ask after him. “Raven, my student ran out. He said he needed to do something.”

So now she set out to find Gar. At the other side of the school, mid-frantic search, a hand tapped her shoulder, and she swung around with power at her fingertips. Beast Boy missed her fist by becoming a hummingbird. Then he turned back to human in time to catch her before she fell over—she’d thrown all her weight on that punch.

“About time you showed up!” she snapped.

His eyes widened, and she immediately regretted it, but before she could take it back he said, “Sorry, I… I was held up.”

She told herself she couldn’t be angry at him. He might not have showed up at all—he must’ve been out in the trip. Which meant he was a sophomore like her—more information about him she told herself not to take in. Likely part of the younger batch—he did say he was fifteen, she worked out before she could catch herself.

“Raven, the outside isn’t affected. It’s only this school.”

“I know.”

“I restrained someone on the way here. Over there,” Beast Boy said, grasping for her hand.

But Raven was already moving past him. “You go. I’ve got something to do here.”

Beast Boy caught her by the shoulders before she could, making her face him. “Wait. You’re the only one who can snap people out of Mento’s mind control. We need you.”

“I’m missing a civilian,” she explained—she had no choice but to as long as she was in his grasp. “Gar Logan is missing.”

“I saw Gar Logan,” he said immediately. “He was wandering the hall and I took him to a closet.”

Raven stopped looking past his shoulder to focus solely on him. “Are you sure? Blonde boy, green eyes-”

“I know.”

Beast Boy goes to my school, Raven reminded herself.

And, he was her partner. She could trust him.

As they went to free the person he had seized, Beast Boy decided it felt definitely weird to hear his civilian name from her lips. How does she know Gar Logan? He wondered. I’m famous even to her?

…Had she watched his movies?

His filmography flashed before his eyes –all comic relief parts and embarrassing sidekick roles if you asked anyone-, and he grimaced. He couldn’t muster up feeling excited that the girl he was in love with knew about him; he felt rather embarrassed she would know about him that way.

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The kid Beast Boy had restrained offered the same vague memory as all the others once Raven freed him—he only remembered being told to wreak havoc in general, and attack the superheroes if they came. They saw him to safety before they exchanged a concerned look with each other.

“Between you and me, we’ve gone through the whole school now,” Beast Boy began. “Eight whole mind-controlled people. Mento’s never done so many.”

“But no one has instructions… So what was this for?” Raven continued.

“You think we got them all?”

He watched her look off into the distance, as if to gather her bearings, before she turned to him and said, “Let’s get altitude.”

Beast Boy followed her out of the school without asking questions. They were well up in the sky before she explained. “Remember I told you I’ve been trying to sense mind control victims?”

“Yeah.”

“I figured out it’s easier for me to get clarity from further away.” She concentrated, and the school became a map of energies her mind could easily wade through. But once she’d gone through all of it, she still came up empty. Her eyes opened and she turned to Beast Boy. “I sense nothing. No more mind-controlled individuals.”

Beast Boy was staring at her with creased eyebrows. “So… what? Do you think the person with the real mission already completed it and left?”

“While we were scrambling after the other ones?”

For some reason, Beast Boy looked contrite at that question. “I’m sorry I took so long coming,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s not your fault,” she assured him, and pressed his shoulder to stress her words. She couldn’t fault him just because she was already on site.

Her reassurance went through quickly. Beast Boy cracked a grin, his energy completely changed. “Want a ride on dragon-back? I’ll drop you whenever you need.”

She raised a puzzled eyebrow at him.“I’ve got portals,” she reminded him, already drawing one.

She kind of regretted her apathy a moment later, when Beast Boy’s staple smile became a sad grimace. Somehow, feigning cluelessness –acting like she didn’t know he just wanted to spend another few moments with her-, seemed worse than outright blowing him off. She could have explained she was in a hurry, which she was –she was afraid teachers would want to count heads before she made it back- but she told herself, as she always did, that the less he knew the better, and she went through the portal, leaving the sour moment unchallenged.

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“…Kori, I know, but look—I can tell you everything I saw, I just didn’t manage to take pictures,” Rachel said into her phone. “On account that, you know, I was hiding for my life.” She waited for her friend’s frustration to pass and for the conversation to turn to interview questions. “Yes, like I said, I saw Raven outside in the hallway and she told me to get behind doors. I stayed locked inside the classroom until everything passed. …No, I don’t know how many mind-controlled victims there were this time,” she said confidently. All the news coverages she’d seen hadn’t given a number yet. “I don’t know what Mento was after either. Again, I spent the life-threatening situation locked in a classroom …Yeah, you and Dick would have followed the superheroes, but that’s not me.”

She hung up with her best friend, rearranged the towel encasing her wet hair, and moved to her desk. On her personal notebook, the one that never left her house, she went to the last page and studied the map she’d drawn of the movement of mind-controlled people that day. She’d jotted it down as soon as she’d gotten home—with codified name tags, of course- hoping to draw some conclusions. Before, Mento had worked with a single victim, and it could be reasoned they could come from anywhere. Now, with multiple people, she could actually discover a source.

She had worked it out: the principal, three teachers, and a freshman and three seniors Rachel knew were notorious for being trouble-makers—Mento had to have unfolded his powers at the teacher’s lounge, so he’d gotten the principal, off-duty teachers, and students in trouble waiting to see the principal as his victims. Which meant he could have gotten into school through the front door. Which meant he could possibly pass for a parent.

But that was as far as she’d gotten. She was no Robin, nor could she bring this to him without betraying some serious knowledge of her school. By herself, she was no closer to finding out what had been the point of today.

Rachel tucked the notebook safely behind her pillow, finished drying her hair, combed it, and went up through the trapdoor above her bed to her terrace for some air.

When all was said and done, she was moody about how the day had ended.

After the superheroes saved the day, predictably, the school had sent all students home. So she hadn’t had her chance to hang out with Gar. All because Mento decided today would be a good day for another incomprehensible plan. And tomorrow their classmates would be back, and they would all fall into their pre-established roles and cliques, and her chance at showing Gar who she was would have evaporated.

Now he was again as far from her as the moon in the sky, she thought as she glared at that offending satellite.

How did you get a guy everybody wanted? How did you get it across to him that you didn’t like him for the same reasons everyone else did?

Rachel wasn’t dumb. She was under no illusion that she was the only person who saw through to the real him, or something self-aggrandizing like that. She knew one-sided love only got you so far: you couldn’t love a person from afar and have it be complete—love had to be acknowledged and shared before it could be real. Otherwise, she was in love with a shadow.

But she couldn’t help that she looked at Gar and something tugged at her heartstrings; she couldn’t help making up ideas about the kind of person he was. Were those ideas even true? It was probably just plain attraction, her more cynical side told her. She’d probably grow up and look back at the time she was obsessed with a guy and see it for what it was: a random crush. Maybe. In any case, she’d like to have the chance figure it out. If only she didn’t shut down every time he came near.

A very conspicuous shadow on the corner of her eye shook her from her thoughts. She regaled the superhero perched on her rail with a simple disapproving gaze.

“’Sup,” Beast Boy grinned in return.

As if she hadn’t seen enough of him for one day.

“Patrolling in this area?” she asked pointedly.

He winked and said, “You know it.”

It was an inside joke at this point. They both knew he was just here to hang out.

He’d been late to battle today, and now he was here, she thought in annoyance—with all the time in the world.

She watched him get comfortable in her rooftop, sprawling on a lawn chair Rachel herself never really used. It was probably a bad thing that she let him visit like this, but she saw no way to fix that now. The first time he’d come –the first time he was suddenly there, perched on her rail like he was really a stray cat who’d wandered up to a random rooftop-, the sight of him had been affronting. This was what he used his powers, his fame for? Going around towns hitting up random girls in rooftops? In costume? How dare he? How many other girls in other rooftops were there?

It had come out of her mouth before she could bit it back: “What are you doing here?”

His cocky expression had frozen, and then he’d burst out laughing. Rachel had kicked herself. He’d probably expected fawning and fangirling. But when she’d seen him there, she’d forgotten she wasn’t Raven right then. Now she was a citizen who’d scolded a superhero.

She had tried to backtrack in the moment, “I mean… judging from your nonchalant attitude I assume there’s no trouble nearby,” she’d said, trying to pass herself off as a nervous citizen. It was the best she could aim for: no sense trying to pretend to be star-struck now.

“Trouble? Nope, just patrolling,” he’d said, his eyes laughing at her, as he unfolded his legs to touch on the ground and stroll through her rooftop. It was a big lie –they didn’t do individual patrolling- and it pissed her off that she couldn’t call him out for lying. “I thought I’d check on vulnerable citizens,” he’d kept going. “No need to thank me. It gets dangerous out here.”

She’d crossed her arms at him. “Really. What exactly are you checking for?”

He had grinned at her like he’d won the lottery, inexplicably, sat on the ground and told her she had a really nice roof. And then he’d stuck around and talked to her for like half an hour.

That first interaction had dictated all of their… friendship, or whatever it was: they were more comfortable around each other than they had any business being. Only she knew that she knew him extensively, that he was her best friend when she wore the mask. She had no idea what went through his mind. She had to guess he was one of those people who was comfortable around anyone.

To be honest, she’d been a little unsettled when that first visit hadn’t turned into him hitting on her, nor any visits thereon. She’d braced herself for flirting that never came. Perhaps he drew a line at flirting with civilians. If that was the case, it spoke well of him—but it gave him a very marginal amount of credit in Rachel’s mind; he was still a flirt.She had still seen him flirt with anyone that crossed their way on the job. He was always all over Starfire when she appeared. Bumblebee always got attention, Kid Flash too. Argent was another favorite. He’d hit on the petty thief guy Mento had hired the one time he hadn’t resorted to mind control for his bank robberies.

That was what her brain always snapped back to when she started thinking Beast Boy might love Raven as much as he claimed. How could she trust what he said when he also paid attention to everyone on sight? True, she’d never heard of him profess feelings at the others the way he had to Raven, but still. He was fickle; she’d be dumb not to see it. If she hadn’t been chosen as the main Jump City superhero for whatever reason, would he just as soon have gone for someone else?

Once, Starfire had asked her, dubiously, if she and Beast Boy were a thing. And in Starfire’s alien-looking doe eyes and innocent curiosity, and in Robin’s standing a little behind them and eying them, obviously curious of a question he never would have asked himself, Raven had gotten a flash of how this looked to everyone else.

The truth was, she was on the fence about Beast Boy. She was fine not knowing what to make of him, because his interest thrilled her, and she also had someone else in her heart who didn’t know she existed, so who was she to expect more of him? But to outsiders, it might look like Raven believed in what he professed to feel unquestionably. Starfire might pity her, might want to advise her against Beast Boy. So to her (and for Robin’s ears), Raven had downplayed everything. “Of course not,” she’d said. “He’s just flirting. Neither of us are serious about it.”

Because she wasn’t sure he was.

Rachel snapped back to the present in order to tease Beast Boy. “Patrolling, huh? Looks more like squandering your gift to me.”

He grinned. “Oh, come on. Wouldn’t you do the same if you had powers?”

She let an ironic smile show on her face, but changed the subject. “You even know what squandering is?”

“I do, ‘cause you told me once,” he said, jumping off the chair. “And I am not, actually, wasting my gift in a reckless and foolish manner.” He puffed out his chest like he’d done a great feat, far too pleased with himself for remembering a simple definition.

“Color me impressed.”

He took in her sarcasm and decided to one-up her. “Hm. You tell your crush you like them yet?”

She groaned, all her coolness gone. “I never should have told you about that.”

“But you did,” he reminded her with a big grin.

And she still didn’t know why. How had she told Beast Boy when she hadn’t even told Kori? She guessed she felt he was safe. Kori might try to set her up if she knew; it wouldn’t take her long to figure out who her crush was. But Beast Boy was detached from her world—he went to her school, but he couldn’t let her know that. It was probably for the same reason she told him,

“I had a chance to be alone with him today, actually.”

She hadn’t sounded excited, but still Beast Boy’s eyes grew comically wide. “And!?”

“Life happened,” she deadpanned.

He held his head dramatically and groaned like it had happened to him. “I ship you so hard with whoever that guy is.”

“Thanks,” she offered.

He had to chuckle at her deadpan.

Beast Boy always had a lot of fun visiting Rachel. So much fun, actually, it made him feel guilty. He was essentially deceiving her, pretending he wasn’t someone she hated under the mask—the fact he had even come to know she had a crush on someone this way was downright reprehensible.

But he was fascinated by how different she was—how she actually talked to him when he wasn’t Gar. From the first time he’d dropped in on her rooftop, just to see what she’d do –he kind of wanted to see her surprised, or excited, or anything but vaguely disgruntled, which was how he’d always experienced Rachel- and she’d all but told him off, he’d been hooked. He wanted to find out what else she’d do, how she would act when she wasn’t icing him out. He was thrilled to find out—Rachel had jokes. Rachel stared him down and met his fooling around with witty remarks, and the banter was flowing. It was so easy, and so different from what he was used to with her. Clearly, she had no reason to hate Beast Boy the way she hated Gar Logan.

Rachel’s friends got to see this side of her all the time; he could only experience this as Beast Boy—that was what he told himself to feel less guilty.

Now this Rachel, the real Rachel, had replaced the old Rachel in his mind to the point that, when he reached out to her as Gar –which admittedly maybe happened more now than it did before he got to know her as Beast Boy- he was always a little unsettled when he was met with the closed down version of her.

He really liked hanging out with Rachel. He wished got to do it more often as Gar. If only he knew what he’d done to earn her hatred.

“Look,” he told her, bumping her shoulder, “I’ve been thinking. What you should do about your boy is practice your confession on someone else. Figure out how you’re gonna tell him-”

“I’m never gonna tell him,” she stated immediately, bursting his bubble in one swipe.

He was left gaping like a fish. “Wha…? Why?”

Rachel cast her eyes down. It had never occurred to her to tell him. “It would be too weird.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re not friends. We don’t talk.”

He paused. “That doesn’t make it weird,” he said, and Rachel found it cute that he’d said it after thinking a moment, like he was really picturing it. “Dude, just tell him. Then if he rejects you, you can move on with someone who deserves you!”

Rachel thought that was easier said than done, and where did that leave Beast Boy himself? Hadn’t he been flirting with Raven all year? Where was his moving on? “That’s easy advice to dish out, hard to take,” she said pointedly.

It went right over his head. “It’s top-notch advice. Just like the practice idea. Come on, try me.” He hit his chest. “How would you confess if I were your dreamy guy?”

She let her eyes round with surprise. “Oh, on you?” And she wondered if he was making a super veiled move—was this finally it? Or was he genuinely trying to help her?

“Yeah! I’m the nearest person here, and I came up with the idea!” His transparent enthusiasm left no room to assume he had ulterior motives. “Look, just try to say it. Or if you don’t wanna say it, try writing it in a letter! How would you write it if you wanted to tell him?” She had turned away from him, to lean back on her rail, so he climbed out to the outside of her rail to face her, took her arm and shook it. “Come on, dude!”

“Fine,” she said, shaking him off. She hadn’t considered following his approach, but it turned out it was easier to humor him than resist. With a glare pointed in his direction, she started. “Hey, most popular guy in school.”

He snorted. “Most popular guy in school?” he echoed. “I didn’t take you for a cliché, Miss Roch.”

She drew away from the railing. “Well if you’re gonna tease me…”

He grabbed her wrist with the hand he wasn’t using to hold onto the rail. “No, no. I’ll be nice.”

She resumed. “It’s me, the girl you don’t know exists.”

He nodded studiously. “Typical.”

“…who never talks to you and you’re convinced she hates you.”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.”

“But believe it or not, I actually have a crush on you,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“Okay, good,” he snickered, even though she sounded like a little kid being forced to say ‘sorry’.

“I mean, I’m making it really obvious. When I push you away, it’s just because I want to be closer.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“But it’s only because you being nice and polite to me… reminds me that we’re not close,” Rachel said, and the more honest words made Beast Boy sober up and listen. “And I want to be close. We don’t talk, and I don’t really know you. But I notice things about you. And I try to figure you out from afar. …I just wish you’d try to figure me out too.”

Beast Boy couldn’t think of anyone that wouldn’t be gratified by such a confession, friends or no friends. The guy she was talking about was lucky.“That’s a beautiful confession, Rachel.”

She leaned back. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it, because you’re the only one who’s ever gonna hear it.” Her voice and demeanor were back to normal after the small break into vulnerability.

The sound of her bedroom door opening reached her ears, and then her mother calling her name. Rachel whipped her head to the trapdoor, as the familiar but inexplicable onslaught panic and guilt washed over her—the horror that someone might find the superhero on her rooftop.

But Beast Boy was on the move. He’d leapt on the rail by the time she looked back to him.

“I’m gonna keep badgering you about this,” he warned her, and before she could respond, he was gone.

As he flew away as a green hawk, he committed what he’d learned tonight to memory. So he had to look for a really popular guy, and someone Rachel seemed to hate—he knew now that Rachel had that problem with more than just him. Who else did she seem to hate? He’d have to keep his eyes peeled for that.

If Gar, as Gar, helped her get with the guy of her dreams, surely she wouldn’t hate him so much, right?

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Rachel got to watch Gar practice his script with his friends the next day over a free period. She sat with Kori, finishing their joint art project while Dick and Victor helped Gar practice at the front of the classroom. It had turned out to be a sci-fi comedy, nothing romantic, so she probably wouldn’t have made big romantic strides anyway.

“There are many things you don’t know, Tork,” Victor read off the script. “If you knew why I was doing this, you’d be on my side in a second.”

“Let me tell you something I do know, captain,” Gar recited back as he paced the room. “If you go through with this plan, you’ll always be remembered as a villain. You still have the chance to turn back. Don’t squander it.”

“They shouldn’t have given the comic relief a word like ‘squander’,” Vic commented.

“They decided to throw the comic relief a bone with a poignant moment at the climax, let me have this,” Gar chuckled.

“Yeah, but do you even know what squander is, Gar?” Dick demanded.

“’Course I do. Squander—to waste something in a reckless and foolish manner,” Gar replied, and a shy smile graced his features.

“Nerd!” Vic shouted instead, but Gar’s guarded smile remained as he shrugged humbly, knowing he’d won the exchange beyond the shadow of a doubt.

Rachel privately smiled as well. Well done, she thought, show them you’re not one-dimensional. She was nursing an unfounded rush of pride towards a boy who wasn’t hers.

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A/N:

Ideally by now you’re shaking in frustration, and/or whispering ‘they’re so fucking stupid’ in a loving tone!

This is an ongoing story, I’m still drafting the next chapters (it’s gonna be about 7 chapters long).

I’ll be posting this to AO3 and FF.net eventually, when I’m done or close to done writing the rest of it. For now this is a Tumblr exclusive.

With the four sides of the square done we’ll now be delving into reveal scenarios! Hope you enjoyed reading and can look forward to the rest! Please feel free to let me know what you think! ❤️

#teen titans miraculous au #miraculous ladybug teen titans au #teen titans miraculous ladybug crossover #bbrae fanfiction #garchel fanfiction #teen titans fanfiction #love square au #rachel roth #garfield logan #raven #beast boy #bbrae #teen titans #dc universe #dc comics #fanfiction tag #over again #Can't believe I'm finally putting this out 😥 forcing my own hand by publicly saying I was gonna upload this today worked😶

[abaikgirl]

Family Outing

Happy Father’s Day to Sir Nighteye! Have a cute little fic under the cut of Nighteye spending the day out with his kids. (I will continue to ignore canon so I can write all the fluffy interactions I deserve!)

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Togata had been the one to suggest they go to the arcade that day. Mirai had been fitted with his prosthetic a week ago and Togata and Midoriya had insisted they do something to celebrate. 

When Mirai asked why the arcade, Togata explained that Eri had never been to one. Before he could suggest they go somewhere else, Mirai agreed. It broke his heart to think about all the things Eri had not experienced yet and he wanted to be a small part of fixing that. 

So he met them at the address Togata had sent him and was immediately greeted by Eri’s smiling face as she launched herself at him. “Nighteye-san!” she cheered, hugging his legs. “I’m so glad you could come with us today!”

He put a hand on her head with a smile. “Me too. Thank you for inviting me.”

“She’s been talking about it all week,” Midoriya told him. “I think she was more excited about seeing you than experiencing the arcade.”

“Well, we’ll have to change that,” Mirai said. 

Eri held onto his hand as they entered the building. At first the loud noises startled her and she tightened her hold on Mirai’s hand. “Is it too loud?” he asked. 

She frowned and looked at the floor. 

“We can go somewhere else, Eri-chan,” Togata assured her, kneeling down at her level.

She shook her head, looking determined. “I want to try.”

Mirai admired her courage. “Let’s make a deal then. If you change your mind or need to go outside to rest, just say ‘break time’ and we’ll go, ok?”

The idea made her relax and she nodded. “Ok.”

It had been years since Mirai had been to an arcade, not since his early hero career. Togata and Midoriya led them around and let Eri try out any game she wanted. They asked multiple times if Mirai wanted to join in, but he declined, more content just watching the three of them have their fun.

After about twenty minutes, Mirai began to feel winded and Togata didn’t miss the way he clutched his side as he sank down in an unused console chair of a fighting game. Midoriya and Eri were playing a drumming game and didn’t notice. 

“Are you alright?” Togata asked. 

“Fine,” Mirai insisted. “Just tired.”

Togata gave him a stern frown that Mirai suspected it was supposed to be an imitation of him. “Why didn’t you bring your wheelchair if you’re having trouble getting around?”

“I don’t need it,” he told him. He tried to stand, but his prosthetic hand failed to properly grip the back of the chair so he ended up just sliding back into the chair clumsily. 

Togata watched with concern and Mirai refused to meet his gaze. “I’m alright, I just need to sit for a bit.”

Midoriya and Eri finished their game and came over to them. “What’s wrong?” Eri asked. “Are you not feeling well, Nighteye-san?”

“I’m just taking a short break.”

Midoriya glanced from him to Togata, the wheels turning in his head as he tried to puzzle out the right thing to do or say. Mirai noticed Midoriya was still very jumpy around him, as if he couldn’t fully relaxed. An understandable reaction given their history and Mirai wished he knew what to say or do to help him feel more at ease. 

But he wasn’t a people person. That was more All Might’s thing. 

Midoriya seemed to have come up with an idea because he perked up and looked around. “How about we play a game that has chairs?” he suggested. “Eri-chan, you said you wanted to try that racing game didn’t you?”

“That’s a great idea!” Togata replied. “Then we can all play and Sir can sit down.”

Mirai tried to insist he was fine and they didn’t have to include him, but Togata and Midoriya were persistent and before he knew what was happening he was seated at a colorful console. Eri kicked her legs uselessly as she sat in her chair beside him, trying to reach the pedals and failing. Mirai gestured for her to come and sit in his lap. 

“Let’s be a team. You work the wheel and buttons and I’ll handle the pedals, ok?”

She nodded enthusiastically and set about selecting her character. Much to Midoriya and Togata’s dismay, Mirai and Eri made a very good team and beat them all three rounds. 

“We won again!” Eri cheered, hugging Mirai. 

He laughed and hugged her back She was so easily pleased. 

He caught Midoriya staring at them and blinked in confusion. “Is something wrong?”

“Uh...no,” he stammered, looking away. “I guess I’m just surprised because I’ve never heard you laugh before.”

“Really?” Togata cried. “That can’t be right. Sir laughs all the time!”

“Not recently,” Mirai admitted. “But since we’re not working right now, I guess I am more relaxed.”

He felt a bit more energetic and they resumed their circuit of the arcade. Mirai stayed with Eri as she played a game that bounced balls across panels while Midoriya and Togata wandered off. When the game finished, Mirai and Eri went looking for them and found the two boys at a UFO catcher. The prize slipped from the claw as they drew closer and they both let out cries of disappointment. 

“I’m so sorry,” Midoriya said. “I’m usually pretty good at these, but I guess I’m out of practice.”

“What are you doing?” Eri asked. 

As they explained the point of the machine, Mirai saw Midoriya had been trying to win an All Might plushie. “It’s an exclusive for only this machine,” Midoriya explained. “But that means he’s also the hardest to get.”

“I can get it for you,” Mirai declared. 

“R-really?” Midoriya cried, lighting up with excitement. 

“Are you sure?” Togata asked. “I mean, I know your other hand isn’t that coordinated yet...”

“I’ll be fine.” Mirai put in a coin and began lining up the claw. He used to visit these sorts of places to try and get all of the All Might merch that were exclusive to only the UFO catcher machines, so he was very practiced at getting difficult prizes.  

He lowered the claw and scooped up the prize. “You got it!” Midoriya cried, pressing in next to him. 

Mirai smiled and dropped the prize into the bin. He retrieved it and held it up. “See? Easy. The trick is knowing the angle to get the prize at.”

The three of them gazed in awe at the prize. Mirai handed it to Midoriya. “Here you are.”

“For me?” he cried. “But you were the one who won it.”

“I already have one. Besides, I won it for you.”

Midoriya took the toy and held it like it was the most precious possession he owned. “Thank you so much! I’ll treasure it forever!”

After a few more games they decided they were ready to trade in their tickets. They pooled their winnings together so Eri could get something she wanted from the prize bin. Mirai sat on a bench just outside, taking a break from the fun to sit and rest for a moment. 

The three of them emerged and he turned to them. “Did you find something you wanted, Eri-chan?”

She nodded and held up her prize for him to see. 

It was a small plushie, smaller than the All Might one he had won for Midoriya, but the face was unmistakable. It was a Sir Nighteye doll, an unofficial one since he never approved merch to be made of his hero persona, but it wore a little black suit and yellow tie, its little stitched face looking grumpy and stern. 

Mirai looked from the little Nighteye to Eri. “Are you sure you don’t want something else?” he asked. 

She shook her head, her white hair flopping around. “I wanted this one because you were one of the heroes who saved me. So now when you’re not around, I can have this to make me feel safe.”

The declaration was so pure and so unexpected, it pierced him right through the heart. 

Midoriya jumped. “S-Sir, are you crying?”

“I’m alright,” he insisted, wiping his eyes. He pulled the three of them into a tight hug. “Thank you, all of you. Today was wonderful.”

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #sir nighteye #mirio togata #izuku midoriya #bnha eri #happy fathers day

[dangerous-mess]

Breakeven (Kirishima x Bakugo x Reader) Part 1(???)

Characters: Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, gender neutral reader, mentions of reader’s parents 

Contains: Polyam relationships, fighting, arguing, language, pure angst, mentions of break ups, mentions of someone doing stitches, mentions of a anxiety/anxiety attacks, mentions of minor violence, mentions of Bakugou’s hero name

Word Count: 3k+ 

Bakugou and Kirishima have been a thing since the days you all went to UA. You got with them your last year of school, but unlike the two of them being out, no one knew about your relationship with them. They wanted to keep it a secret, claiming that they wanted to protect you and didn’t want any of you to receive hate, since the concept of a poly relationship still did not sit well with anyone. You thought as you all got older and were adults that it would become less of a secret, but as your boyfriends both rose up in the hero charts, the secret was locked and sealed, never going to see the light of day. 

The world knew of the pro heroes, known as your boyfriends as being together, and everyone was quite content and happy with it. It did not stop the public eye from loving them and cheering them on through the years as they became the great heroes they always dreamed about being back in high school. You missed those days, mostly for the simple fact that things were easier. You had no worries about jobs or worry about anyone you cared about getting hurt. You also could just spend the entire weekend in bed with your boyfriends, cuddling and talking about everything and anything. Now, you were lucky if you got to even see either of your boyfriends. 

Although the three of you lived together, both of them were out often doing hero work and being the top heroes they were seen as. And when the two of them were home, you were out working a minimum of 12 hour shifts at the hospital being your own hero, helping those in need. You loved your job, it was one of the best things you’ve ever done. But you still missed your partners. You hated not being able to brag, that the two big heroes saving lives and making a difference were yours. You hated the comments your mother made about how you couldn’t find time for a relationship, and how desperately she wanted grandkids or even grandpets, just something. It hurt you and made you jealous even, to watch and see your both of them going on dates and being out in public together. Yet when the three of you were in public you were just tagged as the friend who is third wheeling. 

Your shift at the hospital finished and you drove back home, ready to be alone and met with silence, but to your surprise one of your boyfriends was home. You entered and found Bakugou laying on the couch, flipping through tv channels, completely dressed in his hero gear. You went to the couch and leaned over, kissing him softly on the forehead. 

“Hey babe, didn’t expect to see you home.” You spoke, as you went to take off your shoes and put them beside the front door and placed files and your keys on the table. You glanced and saw him sit up and turn back to look at you. 

“Dumbass, I told you I was going in later this week for patrols.” He grumbled out, his words coming aggressive, but you knew that they weren’t meant to be. You just nodded, even though he hadn’t spoken more than 4 words to you in the past week. But you were too tired and could not handle an argument right now or in general. 

You went to the shared bedroom the three of you shared and changed into one of Bakugou’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants that could easily be yours or Kirishima’s. You didn’t care and just slipped them one before walking down to the kitchen and heating up some water so you could make some tea. 

“Do you have time for a cup of tea or are you going to go be the amazing hero you are soon?” A smile on your face as you asked the question, peaking out of the kitchen at your boyfriend. You could see a small blush on his cheeks, and it made you chuckle. He responded with a quick no as you saw him get on his boots and grab the rest of his hero gear. He came and quickly kissed you goodbye and left, leaving you all alone. 

You hate being alone even though you are the majority of the time. There was always silence in the house now, when before there were laughs and voices talking all through the night. The bed that once held three people, only held you, making the space seem bigger than it really is. You sat in the bed, sipping the hot tea and just looking around the bedroom. Even though it was your bedroom, it felt more like it was theirs. The walls were covered with photos and achievements from their herowork and even some of their very own merch. You had your nursing degree hung up on the wall in the bedroom at one point, but now you saw the frame on the ground, broken. Broken just like your relationship with the heroes, you never dreamed it would come to this, but you should have known it would be a matter of time. 

Maybe everyone was right. You were just a third wheel in your own relationship, interrupting and taking up space and time away from both Katsuki and Eijiro from spending time together. Perhaps that was why they were gone so often, not because they had work, but because they wanted time away from you. You started to have trouble breathing and couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than the thoughts that ran through your mind. You were overthinking to the point you were having a panic attack. You tried to calm yourself in anyway possible, but nothing worked. Tears ran down your face as your mental state only worsened. With a shaky hand you sat the cup filled with tea, on the bedside table, before laying down in the bed, a sob escaping. You just laid in the bed and sobbed for what felt like hours before sleep consumed you. 

Days had passed and you only saw Kirishima once in that time span, and it was when he brought in some civilians into the hospital. He didn’t say anything to you, didn’t even smile for that matter, only nodded his head at you before rushing back out into the streets. In that time you never once saw Bakugou. Not out in public or at your shared place, at least you didn’t see him in person. You saw him and Kiri plenty of times on the television for the excellent jobs they did on saving folks and stopping villains, as well as the paparazzi snapping pictures of the two of them on dates. What would kill you was something that would come in the coming months. Actually it would be around your anniversary with them, they both were out and you were left alone on your day off. You cleaned and planned to cook a dinner for you all, even if they both had to reheat it later. You had the news playing in the background, wanting to make sure your boyfriends were okay and nothing was happening to them. That’s when you heard it, the news that broke your heart in two. You had peeked at the tv, seeing pictures the paparazzi took of both your boyfriends out, on what looked like a date. It was the picture that followed. Bakugou was down on one knee and proposed to Kirishima. You dropped the cup of tea that was in your hand as it shattered on the ground, though at that moment you could care less. 

You were happy for both of them but in this moment, you were hurting. You wish they talked to you about this or at least knew this was going to happen. You had hardly seen them in months and you were hurt and just tired of the neglect and the deep feeling that you were just a third wheel. The love they felt for you, in your mind, was long gone, for it they cared won’t they be here right now? Would they at least be home more often and spend time with you? You stopped cooking and left everything on the counter, you needed to get out and leave. The thought of being here and just holding them back pained you more than anything. You ran to the bedroom and packed up all the things you knew were yours, you didn’t want to carry or hold on to their stuff, it would only hurt you even more. You loaded up your car and locked the door to the place before walking out, leaving the key on the table with a note, a single goodbye. And off you went to go find a place to call your own. 

You moved in with your parents for the time being, as you looked for a place. They didn’t ask too many questions, at least your father didn’t, though your mother kept trying to pry and figure out what was going on and had happened. You kept pushing her away, saying you didn’t want to talk about it. You considered even being transferred to another hospital, but you decided against it. You secretly hoped and prayed you would get a call or a text from either of them, but you never heard from them. It was almost as if you were doing them a favor when you walked out that day. 

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It was another normal shift at the hospital, and you were treating a patient when the doors swung open, you kept stitching up the person as you told the person at the door to wait. 

“Y/N I don’t have time to fucking wait, we need to talk. Now.” An angry voice called out, and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You took in a deep breath, trying to fight back the tears that were wanting to spill out.  

“My apologizes Dynamight, but I am with a patient right now. If you’ll just give me a few more moments, I’ll be happy to discuss the issue you have.” You put on your customer service voice and face, pausing for a split second to turn and smile at your ex boyfriend. You heard him grumble as he walked out, slamming the door shut behind him. You apologized to the patient, but they were too awestruck to care. 

You walked out of the room when a hand grabbed you and pulled you away to an empty room. You went to protest, trying to explain that he shouldn’t be here, in the hospital or in this room. But you didn’t stand a chance, because as soon as you opened your mouth, he had already begun shouting. 

“Where the fuck have you been Y/N? Eijiro and I came home to find you and your stuff gone. We thought a villain had got you at first but soon realized you just left once we found the note. Are you really that much of a coward you had to break up and leave us via a note?” He shouted, his face red as could be. You hated yelling and being yelled at, but at this moment, you knew you had to stand your ground. 

“How else was I supposed to Bakugou? You and Kirishima are never home, I hardly ever see or hear from the two of you and when I do you hardly even notice I exist! I was a third wheel in my own fucking relationship!” You yelled back, tears rolling down your face. Though you weren’t sure if they were because you were hurting or you were just that angry. 

“We are pro heroes dumbass, we are gone a lot, having to save people. We can’t be there to baby you all the time. It isn’t just all about you, ya know. And god sorry we can’t give you the little happy fairytale love story you want, we can’t give you kisses in public or hug you cause…” 

You interrupted him, responded in almost a mocking tone. “Yeah cause the world doesn’t understand and it would put me in danger. Blah blah blah. I don’t care anymore, let me die or get kidnapped by some pathetic villains, if it means I get to actually see and get love from my own boyfriends.” 

You took a deep breath and went to look at him, when you felt a sharp pain in your cheek. He had slapped you. You grabbed your face, and started to cry even more so. You turned towards the door, ignoring his pleas and apologizes. Right as you stepped out of the door, you turned around briefly and whispered out, “Congratulations on the engagement by the way Dynamight, wish you all the best on a happy marriage.” 

After the argument, you went to your supervisor and told them a family emergency had come up and you needed to go right away, of course, they believed you and let you go home. You cried the entire car ride home, and busted through the doors to your parents sobbing. Your mom was the only one home, and upon hearing you come home she came to greet you, only to find you a sobbing mess on the floor. She held you close and comforted you, for once not trying to force you to talk about it.

It took some time, but as you calmed down you began to explain everything to your mother, going as far back as the days at UA. You told her about your past relationship with the two pro heroes and how it all crumbled and fell apart. You explained why you left them and the hospital incident that happened only mere hours ago. She stayed silent and listened, letting you speak and cry, only rubbing your back softly when you started to get worked up again. You finally got through the entire story and looked at your mom, your eyes puffy from all the crying. Her only response was pulling you into a tight hug, holding you close. 

“It may hurt now Y/N, but I promise you’ll find someone or several who love you and will appreciate you. Who will make time for you whether they are pro heroes or not. Heartbreak is never easy, but you can get through this, I’ll be here to help and support you until then.” She spoke out, giving you a smile before placing a small kiss on your forehead. You gave her a sad smile and hugged her again tightly. Sure you and your mom didn’t always get along, or agree on everything, but you knew at the end of the day she would always have your back. 

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A few more months had passed and you had moved out from your parents, getting an apartment of your own nearby. The past months had been rough but you had made it through, with the help of a therapist. She recommended you get an emotional support animal to help you feel less alone and help with the anxiety you suffered from. So that’s what you did, you got a cat, whom you named Ghost. Finally things were coming together for you, work was going well, you were healing from the mental pain, and you had a place of your own. 

You had just finished moving in, and were just putting things where they belonged, when you heard a faint knock on the door. You assumed it was your mother as she had been pestering you about helping you get settled, so you hollered that the door was unlocked, before you heard it open and close quietly. You finished putting a few things away in the kitchen before walking out to the living room hoping to see your mom, but instead greeted by the pro hero Red Riot, also known as your ex Eijiro Kirishima. 

“What...what are you doing here? How did you even find me? Only my mom knows I live here and she would never dare to give it to you,” You spat out at him, trying to hide your shaky hands. He stepped towards you and tries to pull you into a hug. Part of you wanted to hug him, dying to have this moment for oh so long. But the rest of you shoves him away and stares at him, anger filling your eyes. 

“You can’t show up after not talking to me or even acknowledging that I exist for months on end and then expect me to be all happy to see you. Hell, you still haven’t even told me how you found my fucking my apartment!!” You yelled, fighting back the tears that so desperately wanted to spill out. 

“Y/N...listen to me, first of all I’m a pro hero it isn't too hard to find your address, I am a pro hero, but your mom may have given it to me, after I did some explaining of course. Please, just let me explain and talk to you, after that you can kick me out and never speak to me again for all I care.” Kirishima said, looking at you, waiting for some confirmation that you would hear him out. You simply nodded and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. You sat down on the other end of the couch, staring at him, waiting for him to start. 

“We didn’t mean to leave you out, at first we did get busy and behind on hero work. Then we all just got busy and you seemed distant and well, Bakugou didn’t handle it well, and thought it would be best to do the same to you. I didn’t want to, but it just slowly happened. And soon enough we all had just distanced ourselves from each other, er well you seemed to have pushed us away while Bakugou and I pushed you away. We got consumed in ourselves as well as our hero work. And then everything else happened so fast and before we knew it, you were gone. At first we both thought we were going to be fine, and we went about our daily lives, but then it hit me. You were gone, and I knew it was my fault, well both of ours, Bakugou and I, anyway.” He paused and looked at you, and you looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with him. 

“Y/N, it’s not the same without you. I love Bakugou so much but god I love you so much too. It isn’t the same without you, it’s almost as if something or someone for that matter, is missing. And as tough as Bakugou tries to be, it’s clear he misses you too. You help hold us together, you are the glue in the relationship and without you we are falling apart. I don’t expect you to come running back and forgive us for the pain we put you through, but at least give us another chance, whether that means taking things slow or just at least talking to us again, anything?” He finished up what he was saying, and you felt his eyes burning a hole into your head with the intense stare. You glanced up and saw tears running down his face, and it pained you. A part of you so desperately wanted to hug him and just forgive him and Bakugou. But you couldn’t give in and go back that easily. 

“I’m sorry, I just need time. I loved you both, more than life itself, but if we were to get back together, I don’t wanna be the partner who is hidden, I don’t want to be the third wheel in my own relationship again, I can’t do that. I wanna go on dates with you and Bakugou. I wanna be able to hug you and kiss you when you come by the hospital. I want to feel like I’m in a relationship and feel involved! I want to feel loved again, like I felt when we attended UA.” You could no longer hold back the tears as the dam opened. “God Eijiro, I loved you so much. I wanted a future with you and Katsuki but we all fucked up, the relationship we had back in our UA days was nothing more than some high school romance. I just got in the way and became the third wheel in your relationship with Katsuki.” 

Kiri stared at you, almost as if he was at a loss for words, which you imagined he was. This was the first time you really opened up about all this. You knew you should have opened up about this sooner but how were you supposed to when both of them were gone constantly. You took the chance, as silence filled the room to wipe the tears off your face and do what needed to be done. 

“In due time, maybe we all can be friends, but I need time to heal and fix myself. And right now, that means I need you to leave Eijiro.” You stood up and watched him quietly do the same and leave. As soon as the door shut the dam broke all over again. Your heart shattered a second time because of the two pros, but it wouldn’t be healthy to just jump back in head first, without taking time to test the waters and relearn not only who they are but also relearn about yourself. You loved them both and a part of you yearned to be with them again, but for now, this was for the best. 

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[zukkoxx]

mha boys realizing they’re in love pt.1

w/ deku, bakugo

tw⚠️ insecurities!, self doubt!

deku 🥦

izuku knew he loved you since you guys started dating.

he had liked you for a long time, and when you finally got together in your last year of UA, he couldn’t have been happier.

he planned on living the rest of his life with you. and would go through any feats to make it possible.

so when you started to feel doubts about your relationship? that was a wake up call for him.

you had just finished training, all sweaty and tired, walking back to your dorm with a towel around your neck.

you scrolled through your phone mindlessly, and just happened to come across a twitter post about your boyfriend, deku, who had just taken down one of the villains that’s been on the run for months.

you smiled. you were so proud of him. already achieving his dream in becoming one of the greatest heroes. and getting the recognition he finally deserved.

you made it your your dorm, slumping on your bed as you read some of the comments.

woah this guy is still attending UA!? he’ll be a great hero for sure

there’s no one like him!

deku strikes again! what a stud😍

you laughed at some, grimaced at others that claimed the mission was too easy for him. but one particular comment had you freezing in your spot.

is he single? i won’t hesitate to run to the scene and give him my hand in marriage right now!

you knew it was a fun, lighthearted comment. but you clicked the the commenters page and instantly noticed how beautiful as preppy she was.

she was also a big deku fan...probably had more merch than you.

you sighed and threw your phone across the bed.

for the past few weeks, you had been thinking about how different you and izuku were in terms of success.

you were both in your last year of high school, and he had already done so much.

worked on so many cases with pro heroes and went through successful missions all the time. he was destined to become the greatest hero.

and you?

well, you’ve never even caught a villain.

sure you’ve helped out on low grade missions for the hero you interned under, but you had never been publicly praised like izuku. you never stood out.

you had trouble believing you’d become a hero at all.

you always wondered, wouldn’t izuku be better off with someone that could keep up with him? who wouldn’t hold him back. someone who he wouldn’t leave in the dust when he excelled in the future.

he deserved someone better.

your thoughts were cut off when your dorm door brushed open, revealing no other than the man himself.

izuku walked into your room with worried eyes and seemed out of breath.

“y/n? ive texted and called a bunch of times. why haven’t you answered?” he asked, and you subtly turned to your phone that you discarded on the other half of the bed.

“my ringer was off. sorry izu.” you tired to give him a smile as he sat next to you on your bed. “i saw an article about your mission today. you were amazing!” you complimented.

“ahh you give me too much credit. i couldn’t have dont anything with the pro heroes and other people helping.”

“still, you’re a great hero. i wish i was like that.” you chuckle dryly, past insecurities already pushing forward again.

“what!? you’re a great hero y/n!” izuku exclaimed.

“i’ve barely done anything izuku. i don’t know how you put up with me. i should be able to help you on your missions, but i’m stuck in the same position i have been in. i don’t know when i’ll improve.”

you didn’t mean to sound so pathetic, but you had been feeling this way for so long. it was all just spilling out now.

and izuku? he literally stopped breathing when he heard what you were saying about yourself. “you deserve someone that will be able to keep up with you. what will people think when they find out the amazing deku is dating a weak, incapable, good for nothing-”

“don’t say one more word y/n.” izuku cuts you off, and you look up to meet his eyes piercing yours.

they were dark, nothing like their usual gleaming glow that shined when he looked at you.

there was no sign of amusement on any of his features. just dead seriousness

“what the hell are you talking about y/n?” he asks, but doesn’t give you a chance to respond. “you’re one of the most courageous, brave, intelligent, capable people i know! where is all of this coming from?”

“i’ve been thinking about it for a while. it’s just you’re so...amazing and i’m so...” you knew anything you could have said after that would make him even more angry. it was nothing positive.

god he probably hated you for being so insecure.

“you’re you, y/n.” izuku says softly. “you’re you and you’re who i love. i don’t care about what i do, what you do, who says what! i love you for you!”

izuku looks at you with so much love and compassion. you stared into his eyes, wondering what was gong on in his head.

well? at the moment he despised himself for letting you feel this way.

you were his whole world! the person who supported you in everything he did and he would support you in the same way! he couldn’t understand why you were feeling this way when he was literally...in love with you.

he loved you yeah of course, but hearing the way you were speaking about yourself, and how you had doubts about your relationship made his heart physically hurt. he was absolutely and unconditionally in love with you and wouldn’t be able to see himself with anyone else.

and he needed you to hear it.

“y/n you’re my everything! i’m so in love with you, no amount of fame or recognition could make me even think about leaving you!” izuku said urgently, and he finally calmed down when he saw a slight smile reach your lips.

a real one this time.

the conversation continued, and izuku promised to let you learn and remember how in love he was with you until it was the last thing he’d do.

bakugo 💥

bakugo would never pursue anyone unless he definitely knew he loved them.

so of course he never asked you out when he couldn’t differentiate if what he felt for you was love, or if it was a stupid little crush.

he didn’t like thinking about his feelings, especially the irrelevant ones.

he was trying to become the number one hero. who needed time for love anyways?

so he ignored his “feelings” for you, not allowing them to confuse him any longer.

it wasn’t until a few months into his third year when bakugo got the worst news of his life.

you were on a mission. an important one that had you absent from school for weeks.

bakugo was worried.

he’d text you every few days, asking what was going on and how things were and you’d always respond with “it’s fine.” or “we’re hanging in there.”

he assumed it was a pretty difficult mission, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

you were strong

so when he heard from a certain icy-hot that you were in the hospital in critical condition after completing the mission, he forgot about everything and ran straight to you.

ignoring aizawa’s calls, he almost blasted himself out of UA and checked every hospital for you, considering he didn’t even ask todoroki which one you were in before he left.

when he finally reached the hospital holding you, he sprinted to your room.

he found you hooked up to a bunch of wires and tests.

you looked peaceful, sleeping while the heart monitor beeped beside you.

but you looked horrible. bloody bandages covered almost every limb, and your body was covered in bruises.

bakugo’s heart dropped to his stomach. he couldn’t stand seeing you like this.

why does his feelings have to be 100x more noticeable when your tragically hurt!?

he sat down on the empty chair beside the hospital bed, wondering why no one else was visiting at this time.

he stared at you, something he couldn’t get off of his mind lately.

“why do you make me feel things, dumbass?” he asked, waiting for a response. “i never skip class! you just had to get hurt and make me skip the test review.” he rolled his eyes, but his face softened as he looked at you, still sleeping.

“i’ll help you study. you’ll probably fail without going over what we learned.”

.....

“would you wake up, you shitty woman!” he yelled, gripping the side of your bed “this is scary, you know?”

.....

“i should’ve called you today, i just assumed you’d be too busy to talk. if you told me you were in trouble, i’d blast my ass to wherever you were in a heartbeat.” bakugo said, feeling his actual heart skip a beat when you still didn’t respond. 

“please wake up...”

after about an hour of waiting, your other classmates came in, checking on your condition.

you still hadn’t woken up, but your vitals were better and your breath were more steady.

by the time night fell, everyone left; except for bakugo

he was just starting to fall asleep when he felt she. he heard you stir in the hospital bed.

his head shot up, quickly turning to face you as he saw you blinking you eyes slowly.

“y/n!” he yelled a little louder than anticipated, making you shoot awake and look at him.

you blinked a few more times before realizing who you were looking at. “katsuki!?” you asked, trying to sit up, but feeling a sharp pain in your side.

“hey! don’t move dumbass. are you okay? do you remember anything?” he frantically asked.

“umm...i’m fine?” you said, sounding like you were trying to convince yourself. “why are you here?”

“why am i here? you were admitted into the hospital in critical condition!”

“i-i’m sorry, everything’s a bit fuzzy right now.” you say softly, putting a hand on your forehead and tryin got remember everything.

bakugo softened, and waited until you got yourself together. “how long have you been here?” you ask

“since this morning.”

“this morning!? katsuki what about school? do your parents even know you’re here?”

“why the hell are you worried about me? you’re the one hooked up to all these machines and can barely move!” bakugo yelled, trying to understand why you were so focused on him being there with you.

“i just never thought you’d be the one to go out of your way to check on someone. let alone be here the whole day...” you whispered, suddenly feeling shy at the idea of bakugo keeping your sleeping body company for hours.

bakugo froze at your words.

he really wasn’t the type to go check on people for more than a few minutes. especially not one to skip school because of it.

maybe he did this because he felt a little more than what he thought he did.

maybe this wasn’t a stupid little crush? maybe it was something serious that he had just been blowing off.

when he heard about your condition, he just couldn’t stand by. there must have been something that pushed him to run to you.

“it’s cause u care about you...idiot. i wasn’t gonna a let you suffer here alone.” he huffs, crossing his arms.

“katsukiii do you like me or something?” you asked in a teasing tone

he couldn’t believe you were making jokes at a time like this. furthermore, he couldn’t believe how easy it was for you to see through his facade.

“i do.” he states. there was no point in lying.

“i was just kidding kats-“

“i’m not.” he cuts you off. “i care about you, and i like you. a lot. so...you better like be bad damn it. or i’ll blow you to bits!”

you chuckled and smiled tenderly at him. you definitely weren’t expecting him to say that, but you weren’t complaining.

“i like you too...i guess.” you smile, and katsuki tsked before smirking at you.

he finally felt like he could breath again, and that everything was going to be fine now.

except...katsuki didn’t like you. he loved you. but no way would he tell you that

this absolutely sucks i can’t believe i’m posting this. if you can, plz give me some requests so i don’t make trash hcs like this again. they’ll be a pt.2 later. hopefully it isn’t as bad as this one.

click here to send a request. i’d really appreciate it!

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